"Willow!" Cordelia Chase smiled as she hugged her friend. "Come in. Come in."

Willow laughed at Cordelia's apparant joy to see her. She and the brunette had been corresponding since the end of high school and were now great friends.

"When did you get in town?" Cordelia demanded.

"Just now. Spike dropped me off and went to Angel."

Cordelia noticed the way her friend said Spike's name and smiled softly, "Still crushing on him?"

Willow laid her head back on the couch and sighed, "Major. He is completely unaware. I think I could strip naked in front of him, paint Take Me Now on myself with body paint, and he'd give me his coat and tell me to cover up before I caught a cold."

"Ouch" Cordelia said as she sat down opposite her friend. "Guys are so oblivious sometimes. They never see the person that is standing right there in front of them."

Willow shared a wistful smile with her friend, "Angel still?"

The brunette made a face, "Yes. He still thinks of me as Buffy's little cheerleader friend. I mean, he was so good after Doyle died. He cared. It was such a nice feeling. Then, pft, it was back to brooding over that blonde bitch."

"Hey now, Buffy's still my friend." Willow said lightly.

"Sorry. It just pisses me off. I'm attractive. I'm not that dumb. I could have guys lined up. Do I? Noooo. I sit here alone waiting for my boss to open those dark chocolate eyes and notice me finally. Me, not the silly cheerleader or the ditzy assistant. Just me."

"He will, Cordy. I mean, you practically take care of him now. Spike stills sees me as the slayer's pet hacker. I don't think he realizes that I'm an adult woman. Just some silly little kid."

"Aren't we a pair?" Cordelia finally said, laughing softly. "Already sitting around bitching about our lack of love lives and the moronic men we love."

"You're right. I won't be back in LA for awhile so we need to enjoy it while we can. No dwelling on the neverwillbes or wishitweres. We can get over them."

"Did you bring that book Angel needed?"

"Yeah, Spike was taking it over there. We have a week before we have to be back in Sunnydale. Giles thought y'all might need some help with that demon."

"A week? Good. Come on, I'll show you to your room."

"Still got the ghost?" Willow asked.

"Yep. My very own personal Casper."

"Good. It seems safer with him here somehow...."

"I know what you mean. Let's get you settled then we can go for some Chinese food. Oh, maybe do some shopping."

"Sounds fun. Anything to keep our minds off those silly vampires." Willow said, making a face as she pushed Spike from her mind.

"They're already out of my head" Cordelia said, determined to forget Angel for at least the week.
***
"Spike. Good to see you." Angel allowed his blonde childe to enter.

"Peaches." Spike said, moving in and throwing himself on the couch. "Glad to be out of that car."

Angel had to smile. Over the last year and a half, he and his childe had begun a friendship. Since Spike was still unable to harm humans, they had somethng in common again. "Thought you liked driving."

"I got lost on the way over here. Damn freeways. No signs up. Took me over an hour to get here." Spike grumbled, "Besides, on the way up here, Will listened to the worst music. All these whiny bitches that sound the same."

Angel's eyebrow shot up, "You let her pick the music?"

Spike nodded as he sat up. "Yep. Only way to keep her quiet. Kept expecting her to start asking if we were there yet."

Angel frowned slightly, "She isn't a child."

Spike snorted, "Close enough. Hey, you added color in here."

Angel smiled slighly, "Delia decided that I lived in darkness too much already. She redecorated a few months ago."

"You let her throw out all that black?"

"What do I care what it looks like? I don't really pay much attention to it. Besides, it kept her from whining."

Spike saw something in his sire's eyes but chose to ignore it, "So, where is Wussy?"

Angel grinned, "Wesley is out of town this week."

"Thank you!" Spike said, shouting. "I hate that little prick."

"Join the club" Angel muttered.

"Well, you got us for a week. The watcher said if you didn't need us, we could consider it a nice vacation."

"We can use you"

"Damn. I knew you'd say that. I planned on leaving Red here with the bimbo, taking off to Vegas....scoring some chicks."

"Been watching movies with Xander again, haven't you?"

"Hey, only the most educational films." Spike said smirking.

"Xander and educational do not belong in the same sentence. Besides, you couldn't just leave Willow here. She'd be alone when Cordelia was working."

"Working?" Spike snickered, "Yep. That filing and bitching is a lot of work."

"Ok. You're right. I could have done without her for a week. She's mostly useful for her visions. But, she a good kid."

"So, you need us?" Spike said.

"Yeah. With Wesley gone, we have a lot to research. With four of us, it should go faster."

"Bye bye Vegas" Spike said. "Hello books. Well, at least Willow will be at home. With all the research and all. She's a smart kid at finding what you need."

"Come on. I'll get you settled."

Willow looked at Cordelia as they stood on the staircases. The vampires' words had been loud and easy to hear.

"At home with all the research?" Willow said quietly. "Couldn't wait to get rid of me?"

"Mostly useful for my visions? A good kid?" Cordelia spit out the last word.

"Those bastards." Willow said, seething.

Cordelia suddenly smiled, "Well, he did say that he could do without me for a week."

Willow smiled slowly, "I think Spike had a great idea. Vegas."

Cordelia laughed slightly as they headed up the stairs. "Come on. I'll
leave him a note. He won't find it until tomorrow."

She grabbed a piece of paper
 

Angel and Spike,

We know when we aren't needed or wanted. Took the week to have some fun, for once. I'll take Willow back to Sunnydale next weekend. We're going to Vegas. Enjoy the week

Hugs and Kisses,
Delia and Will

PS

Spike---FUCK RESEARCH! Luv ya, Will
 

The girls set the note on Cordelia's desk and they left. They could grab a few hours sleep and be on the way to Vegas in the morning.
***
The girls pulled into Vegas around noon. The city was still asleep.

"Where should we get a room?" Willow asked. "I don't have very much money..."

"Me either." Cordelia frowned. "I'm sure we can find something we can afford."

They searched for another hour. Everything in their price range was rather seedy. Finally, Willow sighed in disgust.

"This is awful. I can't stay the night in one of those places, much less a week. Did you see that last one? They practically charged by the hour."

"I know....and the way that guy was looking at us? Gross." Cordelia sighed as she pulled out her compact. Glancing in her purse, she suddenly laughed. "YES!"

"What?" Willow asked, wondering how it could be so damn hot in one place.

Cordelia pulled out a gold visa card. "Guess what I found...."

"Delia, you can't charge us a room. You couldn't pay it off."

Cordelia turned the car on and headed to one of the fancy hotels on the strip. "It's not mine. Let's just say that I think Angel owes me for a lot of overtime pay...."

Willow's mouth fell open, "You're going to use Angel's card?"

"Yep."

Willow smiled, "I like it. What's the limit? I could use some new clothes....."

Their laughter echoed through the desert air.
***
"What the fuck!" Angel read the note, his eyes disbelieving. He reached for the phone and dialed Cordy's number. "Read this."

Spike took the note, blanching as he read Willow's final line. "Great."

"Sorry, I'm not in right now. Went to Vegas to get drunk and fuck good looking men. Please leave a message and I'll call, if I come home. Oh, Angel if this is you, fuck off, since you don't need me for anything...."

"Damn it" Angel groaned, sitting down. "They must have heard us."

"I'd guess that." Spike said, rolling his eyes. "What are we supposed to do? I will not go back to Sunnydale without Red. Besides, she's not cut out for Vegas."

"Neither is Delia. They'll end up dead in the desert." Angel imagined all the bad things that could happen to the girls. "They're just kids...."

"Raped and killed" Spike said, thinking of finding Red's body.

"Get your bag. We're going to Vegas" Angel said, deciding.
***
"Look at this place" Willow said, her mouth open in awe. "How on earth high is his limit?"

"Who knows?" Cordelia shrugged, "I have two of his cards. Teach him to make me do all his shopping. What am I, errand girl?"

"The view is great" Willow looked out on the city from their fifteen story room. "I can see everything. Think what it will look like at night."

"Sparkling" Cordelia said, smiling as she looked outside.

"Do you think they know we're gone yet?" Willow asked softly.

"Probably on their way here now. Angel has that whole tinted car thing going. Bet they're here by dark."

"You think?" Willow smiled slightly, "Wouldn't mind seeing the city with Spike."

"Uh huh" Cordelia said.

"What does that mean?"

"What?" Cordelia said smiling innocently.

"Delia, I've known you for years. You meant something."

"Just thinking that if Spike comes chasing after you, you'd rather spend the week in bed than looking at the city. That's all."

"Like you should talk." Willow muttered, her face red.

"I admit it. If Angel were here, I'd chain him to the bed. Hell, his soul has been permanent for a year and he still won't date. Think how horny he must be."

"Him? I haven't had sex in twenty years. TWENTY YEARS! I'm about to bust." Willow whined.

"I still can't believe you're a virgin."

"You should talk, oh Miss Experienced one. One time does not make you an expert."

Cordelia made a face, "But what a first time. Nope, no more demons for me. I'm waiting for an Angel."

"And I'm waiting for a Spike." Willow said, groaning, "We are so pathetic."

"True. But just think, in a couple of hours, we'll be pathetic with clothes that we didn't pay for."

"Always a silver lining...." Willow said, smiling.
***
"Not there either" Spike said, scowling. "Where the hell are the chits?"

Angel sighed, "They are two girls, with limited funds. I don't know how much Willow had, but Cordelia is always whining about lack of money."

"Will doesn't have a job. What do you think?" Spike said, smiling.

"See? They have to be around here somewhere. This is all they could afford. Maybe they didn't even come to Las Vegas."

"They're here" Spike said, his blue eyes scanning the many people walking along the sidewalk.

"How can you be so sure?" Angel asked, getting a headache from the dozens of people swarming by them.

Spike shrugged, "Feel her." he said shortly.

"What?" Angel looked at his childe.

Spike made a face, "Damn it, I feel Willow. She's been around here recently. Felt it back at the last place too. She's in town."

Angel smiled slightly, "You can feel her?"

"Quit the grinning, Peaches. It's not like that. Last year, remember? She and I were taken by that bloody Trasher demon? I fed from her."

"I wasn't aware that you had fed from her."

"She made me. They only gave her something to eat....ignored me. She forced me...."

Angel shook his head slightly, "Sounds like Willow. Risk her own life to save your sorry ass." He thought a moment, "You must have drunk a lot if you  still a bond."

"We were there a week" he said, remembering that time. It had been when he had first begun to realize how special she was. Realize that he wasn't for her. He'd tried to remind himself everyday since that she was just a kid...too young for him to confess love too. Love, what a joke. He couldn't love. Just friendship. That was it.

"Still....."Angel let his words fall. He could see the expession on his childe's face and knew not to push it. More had happened, of that he was sure. Could Spike possible care for her? "We've tried all the motels along here.....

"Some guy said he remembered them, but they didn't stay." Spike said, rubbing a hand over his face.

"No money...." Angel said, thinking. Suddenly, he cursed. "Damn it. Cordelia still has my Gold card."

Spike laughed, "You gave the spendhappy your credit card?"

"Two of them" Angel muttered.

Spike laughed louder, "Why are we here then? Since you're paying, they're probably in the most expensive place in town."

"Let's find them"Angel said setting out to the grand hotels on the strip.
***
"This is the life" Cordelia said, falling back on the bed. Dozens of articles of clothing surrounded her.

"I might agree" Willow said, looking at her smaller bundle of purchases.

Cordelia sat up, blowing a stray strand of hair from her face. "What shall we do? I was thinking wild and unruly."

"I am not piercing anything" Willow said, cringing. She hated needles. Give her a vampire bite anyday.

Cordelia's face fell. Then she smiled, "What about ink? We could get tattoos to remember our Vegas vacation."

"Piercing is good. Very good. One quick little snip and it's done." Willow said hurriedly. She was letting any needle color her skin. Nope, not this redhead, she thought.

"Good. Come on. Why don't you wear that black leather skirt. The one with the slit up to there" Cordelia motioned to her upper thigh. "And the green middy. That way you can get your tummy pierced."

"Thought they did that if you were trying to lose weight" Willow mumbled wondering why she had agreed to this again. Seeing the light in Cordelia's eyes she had to smile. The brunette was obviously enjoying the whole thing. "Fine. I'll wear that and get a hole put in my belly button. The things I do for you Cordy."

"Just think what Spike's tongue would feel like as it licked the small, round ball that clings so tenderly to the swollen flesh of your belly...."

"You talked me into it" Willow said, her voice husky. "I'll hurry."

Cordelia laughed lightly as she dressed in a red silk skirt and a matching top. She looked in the mirror and smiled. The shirt fit like a second skin, molding to her breasts. Angel had better hurry up if he wanted to keep his place as first in line, she decided. Slipping on heels, she waited for Willow as she imagined what she and her darkhaired boss could do in that huge bed.
***
"You wimp" Cordelia said.

"Am not. I got the damn thing didn't I?" Willow said, staring in pride at her flat stomach and the silver piece that pierced it.

"What-ever. After almost breaking my hand...BEFORE he even touched your skin."

"This coming from the woman who asked me why I let you get inked?" Willow pointed out.

Cordelia frowned, "It hurt worse than I thought. But, it looks cute."

"Better not let Angel see it" Willow said, laughing. Cordelia had gotten a small angel with fangs and a crooked halo on her upper thigh.

"Hey, what can I say? If he sees it...well, his halo will be crooked" Cordelia winked as she rubbed her thigh. She had made sure it was small enough that it hadn't taken very long but big enough for certain people to see the fangs. She was doomed if she ever wore shorts around him or a very Buffyish style skirt. "I'm just glad longer skirts are in fashion."

"Lucky you" Willow said, her eyes with excitement. She felt dangerous. She was dressed up, she was recently pierced, and she was feeling horny. "Where the fuck are they?"

"Right. There" Cordelia said, stopping her friend and pointing.

Willow saw them. They were across the street and seemed to be looking for them. God, Spike was gorgeous. He had changed into tight be jeans that molded him. It was strange seeing him next to Angel who could have stepped off the cover of GQ in his slacks and sweater. Wasn't he hot? Wait, no body temperature. Duh, Willow. That thing must have pierced your brain, she thought to herself.

"Yummy" Cordelia said, admiring them both. Spike definitely knew how to fill out a pair of pants.

Willow smiled and leaned against the glass behind her, "Let's see how long it takes them to notice us."

"I don't know. I've seen that movie about Las Vegas with the chick from Cocktail. Someone might think we were 'working'."

"Working?" Willow looked at Cordelia then blushed, "Oh god....maybe we should go inside and not leave."

"Wait. I think they spotted us" Cordelia said, turning to her friend. Suddenly, she moaned in pain as she held her head. Images flashed to her. Doug. Le Freque. Ugh, ugly demon thing. Great, a vision set in Vegas. Just what she needed.
***
"We're never going to find them in this damn city" Angel said crossly.

Spike fought a smile. His sire had been grumbling since they had discovered that the girls indeed had used his credit card for a room. Using his smile, he'd finangled an extra key for the room. But, he'd been to eager to get out to sit and wait for them. So, he had coerced Angel into looking for them.

"We will. Got to have faith, old man."

"I'll old man you, you stupid pup."

"Challenge? You think you're up to that?" Spike said, smirking.

Angel turned to face him, anger in his eyes, "Listen here you childe. Don't push me. Not now. My God man. Those kids are loose in Las Vegas. Do you know what evil lurks in these streets?"

"I know. But Willow can take care of them. She lives in Sunnydale for pete sake."

"Still, I don't like it. I won't until we find them and head home." Angel said, grimacing at the people walking the streets. Suddenly, a flash of red caught his eyes. "I see them."

"Where?" Spike turned, a smile on his face as he saw Willow's back. They had found them. About bloody time. He started across the street only to fell Angel's hand on his arm. "What?"

"You can't cross here. Too much traffic" Angel said, rolling his eyes. He glanced at them and took in Cordelia's dress...or what there was of it. He felt himself stupified for a moment. "When the hell did she grow up?" he muttered softly.

Spike didn't hear him. He was too busy staring at Willow. Her tight black skirt had a slit all the way up to her creamy white thighs. He saw her pale flat stomach as she gestured to Cordelia. Something silver caught his eye as he strained to see. A piercing. The bloody chit had been pierced. He felt his cock harden as desire spread through him. He saw a guy ogle her and wanted his blood. No one stared at his Willow like that. Suddenly, he felt confused. His Willow? Since when?

Angel was thinking thoughts similar to Spike. He was confused. He watched as Cordelia grabbed her head, leaning against Willow as she collapsed. Without thinking, he ran into the street. "Cordy!"

Spike followed, a glimmer of anticipation shooting through him as he stared into Willow's surprised green eyes. His.
***
Willow looked up in surprise when she heard Angel call out Cordelia's name. She watched as he sprinted through the traffic to reach her friend's side. She had to smile as she saw the concern in his dark eyes. Maybe Cordelia would finally get lucky. She glanced back to the street and froze. Spike was walking nonchalantly through the street, his blue eyes burning into her. She saw something she had never seen there before: desire.
 

"Angel! Let me go" Cordelia squeaked as the vampire grabbed her, his hands wandering over her checking her. "It was my damn head, not my body!"

Angel stood up, his eyes glancing around her. She smiled slightly. He almost seemed embarassed. She caught of glimpse of something then it disappeared.

"I was worried when I saw you collapse." he mumbled.

"Just a vision" Cordelia said lightly, keeping her tone carefree. She didn't want him to know how his touch had affected her.

"You've been a naughty girl" Spike said, his eyes glinting with amusement as he surveyed Willow. His cock tightened her her eyes widened.

"Me?" she said softly.

He reached out and ran his hand over her flat stomach, letting one finger flick the silver metal that was on her stomach. "Take it this was the cheerleader's idea?"

"My idea" She said defensively. "Cordy wanted me to get a tattoo." She drew in a breath as he let his fingers drift to the waist of her skirt. She was already soaking and he had barely touched her. What would happen if she ever got what she really wanted from him?

"Not that, luv. Couldn't deface such beautiful flesh...." he spoke huskily as he smelt her arousal. Why had he been so blind? This was no child.

Cordelia looked at them and smiled. Such lust between those two...such love. Willow was lucky. She cleared her throat, hoping her friend would forgive her interruption. "Why are you two here?"

Angel shuffled on his feet, "Looking for you."

"Why?" Willow asked, winking at Cordelia. "Because we're weak little girls that can't take care of themselves?"

"We were concerned, pet" Spike said, his tone rough.

"Don't be. We're fine. Now, run along." Cordelia said, putting her arm through Willow's.

"I don't think so" Spike said, grabbing Willow's free arm. He felt a shock of heat run through him at the contact. "You said something about a vision?"

"A vision. That's right. What was it?" Angel asked, bringing himself out of his daze.

Cordelia sighed, "Nothing. Some guy name Doug at a place called Le Freque is going to come against some scary looking demon. Just another day in the life of a Sunnydale resident."

"Ohhh...a club?" Willow asked, seeing Spike tense. She almost laughed. Maybe he was affected by her after all. She could hope.

"You are not going to a club in Vegas without us. Uh uh." Spike said, visions of terrible things in his head.

"Fine. We'll ALL go." Cordelia said, smirking at Willow.

Angel said, moving forward. "Come on. Let's get this done and get back to LA."

Spike gestured for them to both follow. Exchanging looks, the girls did. Great. The parents had arrived.
***
"Are you sure this is the place?" Spike said, glancing around in disgust.

"Le Freque. It's the only one in town" Cordelia said, grimacing slightly.

"It could be worse" Willow said softly.

"How?" Angel asked, out of curiosity.

The four people stood looking at the club. Bright neon shouted out the name in thirty second intervals. Women went in and out, the scent of alcohol and smoke in the air.

"We could be here for entertainment purposes" Willow said, nodding.

"That would be worse" Cordelia agreed. She heard music coming from the inside and smiled slightly. Maybe this wasn't that bad......sighing she wondered who she was trying to kid.

"Well, let's get this done" Willow said, making a face and moving to the entrance. She was stopped by a cold hand on her arm. "What?"

"You can't go in there." Spike said matter of factly.

"Why not?" Willow asked, suddenly very eager to go into the club.

"Because...well, it isn't the type of place you should be in."

"Spike's right. He and I will go in and find this Doug guy." Angel said, his eyes giving no room for argument.

"I don't think so" Cordelia said, bringing herself to her full heighth. "Willow and I will go in. It's a women's club. We'll fit in."

"Peaches and I will go!" Spike said, his eyes glittering with anger.

"No. We'll go!" Cordelia insisted.

"It's too dangerous" Angel said, anger in his voice. "We'll go."

"Fuck you. We aren't a pair of weak silly twits that need you to protect us. We can go in there and take care of ourselves." Cordelia said, her own eyes flashing with anger.

"I will not let Willow go in there!" Spike said, his voice rising. "She might get hurt."

"Like she can't have that happen walking to school each morning? What-ever. She and I will go in!"

"No." Angel said, "Damn it Delia. Do I have to chain you up?"

An image of Angel chaining her up made Cordelia's mind wander. A bolt of arousal shot through her as her eyes glazed over and her mouth opened slightlt. Her eyes locked with Angel's as she licked her lips, "Chains aren't bad...."

Angel groaned as he saw the desire in her eyes. His cock hardened as he heard her soft words. He heard Spike snort and caught himself. "We'll go in."

Spike glanced at Willow and stopped. "Bloody hell. Where the fuck is she?"

Angel and Cordelia broke eye contact as they looked at the spot where Willow had been. She was gone. Cordelia smiled slightly as Spike's eyes darkened. She was glad she wasn't in Willow's shoes. Seeing the wicked grin that crossed Spike's lips, she almost took that thought back. She and Angel hurried to catch up to the blonde before he entered the club.
***
Willow coughed as the smoke greeted her. She glanced back and saw her three friends still standing there arguing. Typical. Leave everything up to her. She moved into the club, her eyes glancing around curiously. They widened as they looked at the stage. A man....a very nude man....was being beaten by a woman. Drawn to the stage, she moved to a table.

"What will you have?" a voice asked.

Willow reluctantly tore her eyes away and saw amused brown eyes watching her. "First time here?"

She nodded. "Wow. I've never uh...well.."

The waiter grinned as he glanced at the stage. "I won't tell" he said softly, his lips brushing the pretty redhead's ear. He saw her blush and stared in amazement. She was very innocent, but he saw fire in her eyes.

"Thanks" Willow said, smiling shyly at the handsome man. She glanced down and froze when she saw that he was wearing only a g-string. Wow. Definitely not in Sunnydale anymore. "Can I just have some water?"

"Sure. My name's Doug if you need anything else."

She watched him walk away. Doug! She'd found him. Proud of herself, she went back to watching the show.

"Here's that water." Doug set the glass down. He saw her eyes watching the stage with interest. A thoughtful look crossed his face, "You want to play?"

"Huh?" Willow looked at him, confusion on her face.

He nodded to the stage, "Play. WIth me. That woman was sitting at that table right there not twenty minutes ago. That's how Le Freque works. Our patrons are chosen to put on the show."

"You want me to beat you?" Willow said, her voice soft. The idea was rather arousing. Truthfully, there was only one man she wanted to do that to though and he was standing around arguing outside.

"Your innocence would make it interesting. The patrons would be thrilled to watch you take control. More tips." He shrugged, "Thought you might like to try something new."

Willow saw her friends enter the club. Spike was looking around, anger etched in every line of his face. "Actually, Doug. It does sound intrigueing...." She'd teach that damn vampire that she wasn't a child if it was the last thing she did.
***
"Excuse me. Cordelia?" a masculine voice spoke.

Cordelia glanced at him and smiled, "Yes?"

"Willow asked me to show you to her table."

Spike frowned as they followed the man to a table near the stage. He saw a glass of water with lipstick prints on it. "Where is she?"

The man smiled slightly, "Soon. May I get you anything?"

"Willow" Spike said, anger in his voice.

"I'll take a glass of scotch" Cordelia said.

"She'll have water. We'll have a beer" Angel said, glaring at the girl.

"Excuse you? Who died and made you my father?"

"You aren't old enough to drink, Delia." Angel said, his voice tired.

The waiter moved away, not liking the gleam in the blond man's eyes.

Cordelia turned from Angel, a pout on her lips. "Fine. What-ever."

She watched as the people moved from the stage. A man went onstage, a microphone in his hand, "Thank you Gloria and Scott. Now, Le Freque is proud to present, a club favorite, Doug! Tonight, Doug himself has chosen his mate from one of you lucky ladies......" applause could be heard as she and the others straightened. This was their guy.

A good looking brunette walked out, his nude body hard and glistening. She licked her lips as she took him in. He paused, his head bowing as he got to his knees. She watched as he waited. A cloud of smoke came from the stage. She watched, her mouth dropping open as Willow came from behind the curtains. A whip hung from her right hand as her red hair concealed her face.

"His lovely mate, you ask?" The emcee said, his eyes taking in the girl. Doug looked up at the audience, letting them see the desire in his eyes as he glanced at the girl. "Willow...."

Willow looked up, tossing her hair behind her shoulder. She ran her hands over the whip as she winked at the screaming women in the audience. Doug braced himself, hoping his pep talk helped her nerves. He couldn't wait to feel her whip him. She drew her arm back, ready for the first blow. Suddenly, someone leaped on stage, a cold hand grabbing her arm. She felt desire shoot through her at the touch.

"Get away from her" a voice told Doug. Doug stood and moved to the side of the stage. He waited to see what was going to happen. Cold blue eyes looked into her wide green ones as the audience began to murmer softly. "Don't think so, pet. If you beat anyone, it's me. You're mine. Got it?" Spike said, his voice low and authoritative.
***
Willow heard his words and her heart beat faster. She heard the noise around them, remembering where they were. She smiled as she realized that she still needed to show him she could take care of herself.

"You want me to beat you?" she asked, loud enough that it quieted the women. The audience moved forward, their hungry eyes on the lean, handsome blonde.

Spike started. What the bloody hell was she playing at? "Come on. Let's get off this stage."

Willow pulled away from him, backing up. "No. I want to beat someone. If you aren't" she let her eyes run over his lanky form, "UP for it...well, Doug has shown how eager he is to feel my....whip."

"He can't do this. My god. Get them off there" Cordelia said, glaring at Angel.

"I don't think I can stop this" he said softly, finally seeing the attraction and emotions that existed between his childe and his friend.

"We shouldn't be watching this" Cordelia said, unable to move her eyes from the stage. She felt aroused watching them. She noticed the look in Angel's eyes and knew he was feeling the same thing.

Spike felt himself harden as her lips molded around the words. His eyes gleamed with menace as he looked at her, "Are you sure you know what you're starting pet?"

She brought the handle of the whip to her mouth, letting the her tongue run along the leather surface, "I so love the taste of leather....Strip, luv."

Spike couldn't tear his eyes off her. He hesitated, but saw her eyes look at the human beside him. He let his duster fall to the stage. Cheering could be heard, but both were too caught up to listen. It was only them in their minds. They had been building to this moment for over a year.

Willow watched as he stripped off his shirt. She felt herself becoming wetter as each glimpse of pale flesh was bared. The emcee told the audience that it appeared they had a special treat tonight. The women didn't care, they wanted blood.

She gasped as his pants were unbuttoned. He let them hang open, not pushing them down any further. A wicked gleam entered his eyes. She took him in. She had often wondered if he was a boxers or briefs kind of guy. Appeared that it was neither. His cock stood out, long and hard. She noticed the head glistening as she took him in. Arousal filled her eyes as she moved forward. She wrapped her hand around his cock, feeling him for the first time in front of an audience of over a hundred.

"Who do you belong to?" she asked, her thumb spreading the precum over the head of his cock.

"Willow" he said huskily, his body thrusting against her hand.

"Good boy" she spoke softly, still wondering what she was doing. This power she had over him was too much. Finally, after all this time, he had admitted it. He wanted her. She ran her fingernails over his chest, not sure what she should do. They were suppose to protect Doug from some demon. All she wanted was to throw Spike down and fuck him right there on the stage. She didnt care who was watching.

"Kneel" she said, remembering what the previous couple had done.

He knelt down, his eyes not leaving hers. The heat between them affected everyone in the club. The place was silent as everyone leaned forward, wanting to see what the couple did next.

"Do you admit that I can take care of myself?" she asked, her finger running over his lips.

He licked at it, glad that he wasn't facing his sire. "Yes"

"Do you see me as a grown woman and not some silly child?"

"Yes"

"Do you want me?" she asked softly, her eyes weary.

"God yes..." he groaned.

Willow felt him take her finger into his mouth, his teeth scraping against it. She dropped the whip as she fell to her knees. Her mouth caught his as they melted together in a passionate embrace.
***
"I can't believe it" Willow said softly. She remembered the events of the past hour and felt a rush of embarrassment.

"What? He wants you. Why aren't you jumping for joy?" Cordelia asked, looking at Willow.

Willow shook her head, "Cor! He and I almost did it right there on the stage with an audience. If that demon had struck, who knows what would have happened."

Cordelia sighed. Willow and Spike had burning up with passion as they had kissed onstage. Everyone was waiting, knowing that they wouldn't be able to stop. But, before they could do more than kiss, a demon had attacked going after Doug. Angel and Spike had reacted, fighting it immediately.

Willow had realized what she was doing and had ran out, dragging Cordelia with her. After catching a taxi back the hotel, Willow had been whining ever since.

"You want him, Wills. You have since I can't even remember when. He went on stage and let you take control. My lord girl, what do you need? An engraved invitation?"

"I know. I'm an idiot. BUT, I couldn't stay. Geez, he was probably only humoring me. Giving in to the child and all that. I couldn't face him."

"I understand." Cordelia said, remembering the heated looks that she and Angel had exchanged. She didn't think she could face him either yet. "Just our luck. It finally seems like they're interested, and we don't know if it is to just humor us to get us out of town or if it is real."

Willow smiled softly, "I don't know what to think anymore. I've never acted so brazenly slutty before. I touched him! In front of strangers!"

"I know. I was there. Almost burned up from the heat you two were giving off" Cordelia teased.

"Really?" Willow asked, hope in her voice. She so wanted it all not to be a trick. But, with Spike, you never knew.

"Really." Cordelia said, yawning. "Hey, I hate to sound like a party pooper, but I'm getting tired."

"Me too. We can finish this discussion in the morning." Willow agreed.

Cordelia said goodnight to her friend then walked across the suite to her bedroom. Sighing, she got undressed and laid down. Things were getting so complicated.
***
"I can't believe they left" Spike said, an edge to his voice.

"I know" Angel agreed. "Running away like scared little children."

Remembering Willow and what he had felt onstage, Spike shook his head, "Not children. Not anymore. Damn, they went and grew up on us. Got all womany and complicated. What did I do wrong?"

Angel smiled softly, "Nothing. Willow is very shy. I think she was so caught up in showing you she was tough that she forgot what she was doing or where she was."

Spike smiled at that, "I made her forget?"

"Don't let it get to your head." Angel commented dryly.

"Which one?" Spike asked, his voice taunting.

"Why do I put up with you?" Angel muttered.

Spike heard the bolt give and smiled wickedly, "Because, I'm the one with the key to heaven?"

Angel's eyes darkened as he stepped into the dark suite. He smelt Cordelia and smiled. Moving to her room, he saw Spike moving to the one opposite. He spoke quietly as he opened the door, "That must be it, my boy. That must be it."
***
Spike stepped into the room, his eyes adjusting to the darkness. He closed the door quietly as he moved to the bed. He heard Willow's steady breathing and smiled. He still couldn't believe the silly girl had left him at the bar. He'd almost taken her right there on the stage, he was so ready for her. He let his leather duster drop to the carpet. She moved in her sleep as it made a small wooshing noise as it collided with the pale rose colored carpet.

He stilled, not wanting her to wake up yet. When he was satisfied that she had drifted back to sleep, he pulled his boots off. He unfastened his jeans and slipped them from his hard pale body. He had left his shirt at Le Freque, completely forgetting that he had been fighting the demon half nude at the time. When he stood beside her bed, nude in the moonlight, he allowed his eyes to wander over her body.

Glancing at the curtains, he moved to the window. He shut them firmly, setting a chair againt the side to make sure they didn't slide open. He had no intention of leaving her bed until way past sunrise, if then. He sat on the edge of the bed, careful not to wake her. He ran a finger over her face, outlining her lips. Her mouth opened, her tongue darting out and licking the tip of his finger. His cock hardened as he heard her whimper.

It took all his control not to take her then and there. He had to remember to go slow. She was a virgin, that he knew. He didn't want her in pain their first time together. He moved his finger down her neck to the fabric of her pale blue tank top. He outlined her breasts, smiling in satisfaction at the two hardened nipples straining against the fabric. He leaned over, running his tongue over the material concealing them. He heard a soft moan as she whispered his name in her sleep. She thought she was dreaming. Good. He pushed the material of her top up, baring her breasts to his hungry eyes.
***
Angel slipped into the room, surprised to see candles lit around the bed and dresser. Cordelia lay on the bed, her hair spread out on the pillow underneath her. He watched the rise and fall of her chest and knew she was sleeping. He had a moment of doubt. Should he be here? What if she didn't feel anything for him? She was still so young...had so much of a life in front of her...could he make her happy?

Cordelia moaned softly in her sleep, her hands rubbing against her stomach. "Yesss....Angel..." she whimpered as he watched. His cock hardened as he realized she was dreaming about him. From the motions of her hands, he had a good idea what they were doing.

His decision made, he took his shoes off. Pulling the sweater over his head, he glanced and made sure the curtains were closed. Satisfied that no stray sunlight would make it into the room, he unfastened his black slacks, sliding them down to the carpet. He would have to remember to thank his childe for getting the extra hotel key.

He moved to the bed, his eyes roaming over the red negligee that she was barely wearing. His eyes lit on something on her upper thigh. He looked at it, his eyes widening. He smiled possessively. She was marked for him, a fallen angel. He knew she was a virgin, often hearing her and Willow whine about the sad state of their love lives. He wanted to take it slow, but he wasn't sure if he could. It had been too long since he had felt like this about someone.

He kneeled on the bed, lightly caressing her ankles. She shifted, her mouth opening as she sighed in her sleep. Smiling wickedly, he began to move up her body, his hands touching her bare flesh as he progressed. He could smell her arousal as he continued up her body. Tonight, Delia would be his.
***
Willow opened her eyes as she felt something tugging on her breasts. She glanced down, surprised to see Spike watching her.

"Wh...wh...what are you doing here?" she stammered.

The bedside light was turned on as he regarded her with amusement. "Must I explain?"

Willow glanced down and saw her shirt push up over her breasts. She saw the wet marks where he had licked at her. A warmth went through her settling between her legs. She couldn't speak, her eyes watching him with wonder and desire.

"You left me" he said softly, his fingers brushing against her nipples. She arched against the cold contact, needing more.

"Got scared" she said, her eyes closing to slits of green as his thumb and finger twisted a nipple.

"Never leave me again" he warned, "I don't like it."

"Sorry" she whimpered as she felt his other hand teasing the edge of her boxers.

He smiled, "I want you, Willow. Can I have you?"

"Goddess...yes. Please."

Spike moved quickly, getting between her legs. He ran his tongue over her stomach, tasting the cool metal of her piercing. Her breathing became erratic as he moved lower. She felt his fingers slide into the waistband of her boxers. Suddenly, he pulled them off. Cool air touched her passion soaked lips. He ran a finger along her wet passage, teasing her. She watched as he moved it to his mouth, his long tongue swiping it clean. Another rush of her juices spilled from her at that intimate act.

Spike savored the taste of her. His cock was throbbing from lack of attention. He could wait, though. This was for Willow. He leaned down, running his tongue up her wet slit. She cried out as she felt him begin to lap at her juices. She put her hands on his head, entwining her fingers in his short hair as she began to rub against his face and plunging fingers.

She screamed as she clenched around him, an orgasm shaking her entire body and robbing her of her breath. She felt him shift as he moved to kiss her. She tasted herself on his mouth as they melted together.
***
Cordelia felt the bed shift. Startled, she woke up. Sitting up, she saw Angel straddling her. A very nude Angel. She had to still be dreaming. Gawd, though. He was even better than in her dreams.

"Missed you Delia." He said, his eyes taking in her flushed face. "Don't ever leave me again."

"Yes Angel" she replied, wondering what he was doing in her room. She heard a scream and glanced at the door. Willow had called out Spike's name. Her face heated up as she realized what had brought that on.

"Do you want me?" he asked, his tone light and knowing, but his eyes wary.

She tore her gaze from the door, looking at him. "With all my being."

Smiling, he said softly, "You have me. Now what?"

"Would you...love me?" she asked, feeling completely shy around him. She had never done this before, and despite her outward confidence, she was scared.

"Always, Delia." Angel said, leaning over and catching her mouth. She moved against him, loving the feel of his cold flesh on her heated body. She felt his erection against her stomach and moved against it. She was so ready for this. After a year of dreaming, it was finally a reality. She felt his fingers enter her wet passage and moaned against his mouth. She met each thrust as their tongues continued to dual.

Angel added a third finger, catching her by surprise. She cried out as she felt herself stretching to accomodate him. It was amazing. He began to move faster inside her, his thumb brushing against her clit. Soon, her eyes closed as the world exploded. He felt her juices soaking his hand and smiled as he moved his lips to her neck. "Scream for me, baby."

Cordelia gave in, screaming loudly as she tightened around his fingers. She felt his blunt teeth pierce her neck as the tremors swept through her. Looking at him, she pushed the hair from her face, "What next?" she asked, lust in her dark eyes.
***
"Fuck me...Please" Willow cried out, her need growing with each swipe of Spike's tongue. He had spent half an hour just tasting her. His tongue had covered every inch of her body, but he had avoided the soaking passage between her legs. She was on edge with need. Her entire body was wired, just waiting to feel him inside her.

Spike saw the dazed look in her eyes and knew that she had had enough. From his keen sense of hearing, his sire was having a lot of luck with the cheerleader. He wanted Willow to be desperate for him, just the way he was for her. He positioned his aching cock against her wet pussy. Rubbing the head of his along her slit, he saw the raw need in her eyes.

"Please" she begged, her eyes meeting his and holding.

"This might hurt" he warned softly.

"Spike! Just fuck me!" she cried out.

He entered her completely, seeing her eyes widen in pain. He sunk in deep, feeling his balls touch her ass. He waited, his mouth kissing away the tears from her eyes. He gave her time to adjust to the pain...to his size...before he began to move. She was so warm...so tight. It was taking everything in him not to explode like some adolescent.

Willow was dying. That was what she decided. The pain had been slight, her body so ready for him she had barely felt it. With each movement of him inside her, she felt such pleasure. This was what it should be. She was glad now that she had waited for him. She would never have enjoyed it this much with anyone other than her Spike.

Spike kissed her, his cock plunging into her faster. He was so close. She was moving against him, her hands on his ass urging him closer. He felt her fingernails scratch his skin and enjoyed the slight pain. She tightened around him, breaking her mouth free from his. Screaming his name again, she found release for the sixth time. Spike couldn't hold it any longer. He plunged deeply two more times before he came, sending his cold seed deep inside her. His face had slipped, his eyes burning yellow.

"You can bite me" she said softly, her voice shaking as she felt tremors still going through her.

Spike pierced her skin just above her breast. The taste of her blood in his mouth went through him. He felt himself harden again instantly. She looked at him surprised.

"Again?" she asked, her voice tired.

He smiled, "Bad thing about fucking a vampire pet. We're horny little creatures around our mates."

"Mate?" she asked, her eyes wide.

"Mate" he said kissing her again. She felt his hand on her breast and whimpered as he began to rebuild the tension. One more time wasn't that bad...
***
Cordelia sighed as the warm water eased her aches and pains away. Cold hands ran over her breasts as Angel kissed her neck.

"You have this neck feitsh don't you?" she commented to her new lover.

"Sue me" he said dryly, swirling his tongue over her pulse point.

She moved against him, his erection buried deep inside her as the water from the shower washed away the evidence of their love making. She couldn't believe that she had made love with Angel three times. She had pinched herself after the first time to make sure she wasn't dreaming. She now had a small bruise on her arm from the force of the pinch.

She had heard Willow crying out several times throughout the night. She was happy for her friend. Glad that Spike had realized what he might lose. She heard Angel groan before she felt him shoot himself into her. The man may be broody and whiny, but he was damn near insatiable. He had to be making up for the last who knew how many years though.

"Delia, cum for me baby" he said  her ear as he rubbed his thumb over her clit. She whimpered as the water rained down on them. She felt his teeth nip her neck as she cried out in release. Kissing the bite he had made, he smiled against her skin, "Guess I'm not the only one with a neck fetish."

"Oh, just hush. Can we sleep now? Some certain vampire hasn't let me sleep all night....keeps waking me up as I drift off..."

"Haven't heard you complaining. Sounded more like Please, more. Oh Yes, Angel, Right there. More more more" he mimicked in a high voice.

She smacked his chest, "Just for that, I should make you sleep on the couch."

"Ah...Delia...you'd miss me." He grinned, amusement in his eyes.

She rolled her eyes, a smile on her face, "Yeah, right. Get in bed, Angel."
***
Willow looked at Cordelia and smiled. "Wow."

"Double wow." Cordelia echoed. She took in her friends' appearance. Willow was beaming. She had a few small bites on her neck and Cordelia could make one out on her chest.

"Do you think all men are like that or just vampires?" Willow asked, curious.

"Who cares? I don't plan on finding out. Angel is more than enough for me."

"I know. Spike has this licking thing. Lordy" she smiled a satisfied smile.

"Angel's is biting and my neck. Doing anything to it. Licking huh?" Cordelia said, smiling slightly.

"Oh yes....I don't think there is a centimeter of my body that his tongue didn't touch at least twice."

"Wow" Cordelia said.

"How long until we have to leave?" Willow asked.

"You girls paid for the entire week. I say we stay that long" Angel said, coming in wearing only his boxers. He sat next to Cordelia, kissing her softly. "Good morning."

"Evening, Angel" she corrected, a soft smile on her face.

"Hope we didn't wake you" Willow said, her face red wondering if he had heard what they had been talking about.

"No. I woke up when Delia left the bed. Missed her beside me. Wanted you two to have time to talk privately." He smiled, an amused gleam in his eyes. He'd heard.

"Oh, thanks" Willow said, dryly. "Private around vampire hearing? Not anymore."

"Now, now pet. Don't forget our keen sense of smell" Spike said, stolling in wearing a pair of faded blue jeans that weren't buttoned all the way. He sat down, his lips claiming hers fiercely. She moved her hand up to his head, moving closer.

"Ahem" Angel cleared his throat, giving Cordelia an amused look.

She rolled her eyes, "YO! Would you like me to get a water hose to seperate you two?"

Willow pulled back, "Sorry."

"I'm not" Spike said, smiling at the two other people. "So, still got that neck fetish huh?"

Angel nodded, "Guess you still like tasting people....."

Spike waggled his tongue, "Only Willow."

Angel smirked, "I remember that tongue well...."

Cordelia and Willow exchanged a glance, "Guys. Stop it. There will be no licking  necks between you two."

"Ah, Delia...he's fun..." Angel whined, mischief in his eyes.

"Pwease, Mum?" Spike said, laughing at Willow.

"Only if I can watch...." Willow said, a twinkle in her eyes.

"Will!" Cordelia shrieked.

"What? So I've often wondered what it would be like to see those two together. Sue me?"

"Where have I heard that one before?" Cordelia said, her mind reeling.

"We were joking lover" Angel said, kissing her softly. "You're enough for me. I love you."

"I love you too, Angel.....come back to bed with me?"

"See you two later" Angel called out, swinging Cordelia into his arms.

Willow watched them go back into the bedroom. She looked at Spike and smiled, "Well, we have a week to work on disposing of her morals."

"Ah, a girl after my own heart" he said, pulling her against him.

"Love you" she said, kissing his throat.

"Love you too, Red. A week huh? Whatever shall we do?" he asked, blinking innocently.

"Take me to the bedroom, and I'll show you a few things or you can show me a few things....." She winked at him.

Laughing, they moved into the bedroom, shutting the door behind them.
 

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