Cordelia laughed softly at Willow's words, glancing down at her thin tank top and then at Willow's. She had to agree. They had too many clothes on. She moved her hand to the edge of her cotton tank, looking up in surprise when Willow's hands covered hers. "I'm taking it off," she explained.

Willow shook her head, making a tsking noise as she moved Cordelia's hands out of the way. "Let me."

"Oh," Cordelia said, licking her lips at the desire she saw in Willow's green eyes. She'd only had sex once before and it had not been an experience she was dying to repeat. She had never felt like this before, though. Her entire body was on fire. She was surprised that she hadn't set off the fire alarm yet. And, judging by the wicked promise in Willow's smile, it was only going to get hotter.

"You're so beautiful," Willow said again as she pulled up the very edge of Cordelia's shirt. She leaned over, brushing her lips against the girl's tan
stomach. Her tongue dipped into her belly button, something she had wanted to do since Cordelia had first arrived. She heard a sharp intake of breath and smiled, moving her mouth up Cordelia's ribcage as she pulled the shirt up. Her lips covered each piece of flesh as it was bared, skipping over the full breasts until she was gently sucking on Cordelia's neck. She tossed the tank top behind her as she sucked, her hands tracing the path her lips had gone. She finally pulled away, smiling possessively as she saw the mark now covering the other girl's neck. It was strangely nice to see her mark on her lover's neck. She brushed her thumb over it, her eyes catching Cordelia's. "Mine."

"Yeah," Cordelia nodded, wondering again when Willow had became such a sexy seductress. She was barely able to form coherent thoughts after the redhead's lips had moved over her body, much less make a reasonable attempt at seduction. She shifted on the couch, rubbing her thighs together to alleviate some of the tension. She jumped slightly when Willow's hand smacked her legs, a playful grin on her face as she spread them open, settling between them.

Willow moved her hand over Cordelia's face, drawing the brunette down to meet her kiss. As they kissed, her left hand moved behind her lover and unclasped her bra, removing the garment and tossing it behind the couch. Willow whimpered softly when she felt Cordelia's bare breasts against her cotton covered ones. She broke the kiss reluctantly, pulling back and smiling at Cordelia's passion dazed face before moving in and claiming a breast. Cordelia fell back against the couch and moaned as Willow's lips encircled her nipple. The moan deepened as she felt her shorts and panties pushed down, a hand moving in teasing swipes between her legs. She was soaking. She could feel her juices dripping, knew that she had never been this aroused even in her most daring fantasies.

"Please" she begged, needing something, hoping Willow would understand what she needed.

Willow looked up at Delia, letting the breast fall from her mouth as she asked, "What do you want, Cordelia?"

"I need," Cordelia began, arching against Willow as she tried to stop the girl's teasing hand with her thighs, "you. Please."

Willow moved back, pulling her tank top over her head. She had changed for bed earlier, deliberately leaving her bra off. Now, she was thankful for that hindsight. Her own breasts were aching, her nipples so hard. She resisted the urge to put her hand between her legs and bring herself relief, knowing that Cordelia's release was the primary goal at the moment. She wanted to make the girl's first time with a woman something she'd never forget. She did pushed her boxers off, leaving her nude and kneeling on the floor between the former cheerleader's legs. She leaned forward, blowing softly on Cordelia's clit. She smiled as the brunette arched towards her, juice glistening from her soft folds.

"Willow," Cordelia said in a strangled voice as her own hands went to knead her breasts.

"Patience, my dear," Willow said, again blowing on the heated flesh. She continued to tease the girl for several minutes before finally leaning
forward and sucking the bud into her mouth. Cordelia's cry was loud, a moan escaping from lips torn by teeth. Her entire world shattered as she struggled to catch her breath. She looked down and saw Willow watching her, the redhead's mouth still between her legs. She gasped when she felt a finger enter her, realizing that they weren't finished. Her eyes clouded over as her head fell back, Willow's hands moving behind her to cup her ass as she began to seriously fuck her.
 

GET OVER IT (12/?)

Willow lay on the floor limp, her body covered in sweat and a mixture of her and Cordelia's juices. She was breathing heavy, her eyes looking at  ceiling above. She moved her head, smiling as Cordelia crawled up to join her, falling beside her with a satisfied sigh. She moved her hand to brush the hair from Cordelia's face, wondering if she looked as spent and well loved as Delia did. The brunette's cheeks were flushed, hair sticking to her sweat covered forehead, her lips and mouth gleaming with juices, eyes shining with lust. Willow gave in and kissed her lover, knowing that they were both too exhausted to take it farther.

They had been making love for over two hours. Cordelia had proven to be an excellent student and had even taught her a few things. They were now laying on the living room floor, having already used the couch, the dining room table, the hallway wall and even the stairs. She had honestly thought that their making love might lessen their attraction. Ha, that was a laugh. It had just let their lust run wild, their need for each other a pleasant surprise. She pulled back from the kiss, laying her head on her arm and simply watching her lover.

Cordelia smiled, glancing down at their nude bodies then looking back into Willow's green eyes. "I think we need a shower."

"Delia, you're going to be the death of me," Willow whined, winking at the brunette.

"Death by sex? Much better way to go than demon attack," Cordelia said primly, her hand moving over Willow's side.

"You're impossible," Willow laughed, "and horny. Aren't you tired at all?"

"I'm not horny. Horny would suggest than any person would give me satisfaction. As it is, you're the only one that I want," Cordelia said, rather proud that she could actually make conversation after the hours she had just spent. Her entire body ached in ways she had never imagined, and she still wanted more.

"Cordelia, honey, we did some things that may make your body ache," Willow said softly, "you probably need some rest. We have all the time in the world, after all."

"I know. It's just," Cordelia sighed, her fingers brushing over Willow's nipple, "I've never felt this before. I just want to touch you, to hold you. But, you're right. I do ache a bit already."

"Come here," Willow pulled the girl to her, bunching up the couch cushions under their heads. "Maybe we should go upstairs and get some sleep. When we wake up, we can take that shower."

Cordelia smiled as she nodded, her head resting on Willow's arm as their bodies met, "Yeah, we can take the shower later. I'm kind of sleepy."

"Me too," Willow yawned, her eyes starting to close as she and Cordelia fell asleep on the living room floor.
 

GET OVER IT (13/?)

Spike walked down the street, a cloud of smoke following him. He couldn't believe the daft slayer had let Willow have some girl stay with her. Not that he felt threatened. Nope, not in the slightest. It was just that annoying cheerleader that Red hated back in high school. He wasn't worried about anything happening to ruin his plans for his Willow. He had spent months trying to get her to notice to him. Some brainless slut would not ruin
everything. He wouldn't let her. He was not a patient man, yet he had had to wait years for Willow. He'd been intrigued with the redhead that Angelus spoke of turning, seeking her out and watching her all those years before. He'd sought her out again, leaving when he realized that he belonged with his sire and not some pretty little human. He'd come back again, though, and hadn't left. Willow was special. She affected him in a way that still confused him, but he knew it was right. She should be his.

That stupid witch had ruined it for him, though. He'd been ready to make his move, figuring he'd given her long enough to get over the mutt, when she'd started dating that whiny little chit. He'd been forced to wait again, something that he hated doing. Dawn had been right. He had thrown a little party when she had gotten her sense back and dumped the blonde shadow. Again, he'd given her time to get over the loss before making his move. Hell, he'd even confessed his secret to the slayer of all people, the lowest of the low in his eyes. What was worse than that was Buffy helping him get Willow's attention. So far, he wasn't sure if it was working. He and the little redhead had always been able to talk even when the others ignored her. That had never changed. True, he thought he might have seen a flash of jealousy enter those beautiful green eyes once or twice of the last month, but nothing solid to confirm that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

Now, she had a guest. Some stupid twit from her past. Well, that bitch better stay in the past. He was sick of waiting. He'd sat through two morons that didn't deserve Red. He wasn't about to sit through another. If he had to, he'd take Willow away and lock her up until she realized she loved him. With the damn chip, he couldn't just beat her into caring for him. Chaining her to his bed and fucking her until she couldn't stand, well, the chip couldn't possibly consider that as being destructive. Hell, he'd even have the slayer on his side so he wouldn't have to worry about being staked for taking what was his. He smiled slightly as he played out that scenario, seducing her into realizing she loved him. Oh, he had no doubts about that. Willow loved him. Silly girl might not accept it, but he knew enough about women to recognize when one loved him.

He was near her house when he felt it. He stiffened, blue eyes looking around carefully. Where the hell was the bloody wanker? He could feel him. He stopped in front of her house, seeing the downstairs ablaze with lights. Good, Red was still awake. Spike heard the sound of a car, a rush of tension running through him. Without turning, he said, "Angel."

Angel looked at his blonde grandchilde and frowned, "Spike. Why are you here?"

"Why am I here?" Spike repeated, his eyes hardening as he looked at the dark vampire. "Pretty open ended question, Gramps. Why am I here on Earth? Figured you knew enough about the birds and bees to know the answer to that. You and Dru pretty much took care of my option of dying so you'd know why I was alive."

"Spike," Angel warned, annoyance evident in his tone and eyes. He had spent over an hour driving up here from LA. All he wanted was to find Cordelia and get some answers. Now, he was stuck dealing with Spike. Not a good end to a bad day.

"I'm checking on Red, if you must know," Spike finally said, knowing that the soul would probably love to see him dead so it would do little to protect him if the need arose. "Why, pray tell, is the king of brood gracing us with his presence?"

"Cordelia is here," Angel said simply, giving the blonde a look that dared him to ask.

Spike snorted, "Figures. Why are we still standing here talking when both of our women are in there?"

"Our women?" Angel's eyes narrowed, "You and Willow?"

Spike grinned as he shrugged, "One of the few things that bastard Angelus was right about. Silly chit doesn't realize she loves me, but she's mine."

"If you hurt her," Angel started.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I've heard all the threats from the slayer. Trust me, she scares me more than you ever could, Peaches," Spike said, moving up the sidewalk to the house. He knocked on the door, eyes watching Angel for any signs of threat. When the door failed to open, he scowled at it. "I know she's in there."

"Maybe they're sleeping," Angel said, frowning. He sniffed the air, his eyes widening slightly at the mixed scents coming from the house. "We need in
there."

Spike turned the knob, ignoring the aroma of sex as he opened the door. He stepped inside, giving Angel a smug grin, "Aw, damn. Guess you get to stay on the porch, since you're not invited in and all."

"I've been here more times than you, Blondie," Angel said smoothly as he stepped past the barrier.

"Bastard," Spike muttered under his breath as he entered the living room. He froze as his eyes took in the room, settling on the two women laying on the floor sleeping in each others arms with a quilt barely covering them. He felt anger mix with lust as he snarled, "What the bloody hell is going on here?"
 

GET OVER IT (14/?)

Willow was drawn from her sleep by loud cursing. She frowned as she mumbled, "Shut up already," snuggling closer to Cordelia. When she placed the voice, her eyes flew open and she sat up, staring at Spike and Angel were looking at her and Cordelia as if they had killed someone.

"Covers," Cordelia said, "lay back down," she yawned as she stretched, her hand moving to pull Willow back down.

"Spike, Angel, what brings you here," Willow asked as bravely as she could after being found on the floor naked with Cordelia. Naked! She looked down, her face blushing as she pulled the quilt up to cover her chest.

"What?" Cordelia looked up, her brown eyes opening as she saw both vampires glaring at them. She sat up with a squeak, hiding slightly behind Willow when she saw the look of anger in their eyes.

"What are we doing here?" Spike repeated in an even tone. "We find you both like this and you dare ask us why we're here?"

"Like what?" Willow asked, surprise and embarrassment being quickly replaced by anger. "This is my house. I don't remember inviting *either* of you here. I think I have the right to find out what the fuck you're doing here!"

"I was worried," Angel said sharply, "Cordelia isn't the type to leave without telling me unless something was wrong."

"How would you know what type I am?" Cordelia asked, finding her voice finally. "If I had wanted you to know, I'd have called."

"So you planned on coming here and doing this?" Angel asked in an accusing voice.

"Doing what?" Cordelia asked. "Fucking Willow? Come on, Angel. It's real easy to say. And, yes, for the record, I did come here hoping to fuck Willow. To feel someone touching me, loving me, tasting me. I've needed that for such a long time. I love Willow, and hoped that maybe she'd want me. Is that any of your business? No, it isn't. You're just my boss."

Willow smiled at Cordelia, feeling pleased at the girl's words, "I love you, too Delia," she brushed the hair away from the brunette's face, jumping slightly when Spike growled.

"No," Spike said, shaking his head, "I will not do this again. I had to sit by and twiddle my thumbs when you shagged that pathetic little witch, waiting and biding my time. I will not wait again."

"Wait?" Willow frowned at him, "What the hell are you talking about? I've been away from Tara for months. And she wasn't pathetic."

"Bloody fuck, I don't have to explain myself to you," Spike snarled. "Just get your cute little butt up and dressed and away from *her*."

"I thought you said he wanted Buffy," Cordelia said with a snicker of amusement. "I'd say some little redhead was blind."

"He does want Buffy," Willow said, rolling her eyes. "He's just pissy because he's not getting any and we are."

"I do not want the damn slayer!" Spike roared, growling as Willow and Cordelia giggled at him. "You think this is funny? How would you like to stand by and watch the woman you love with everyone except you? Not a lot of fun, pet."

"Love?" Willow's smile faded as she looked at him, realizing that he was serious. "You meant that, don't you? What about Buffy?"

"What about her?" he asked, glaring.

"No," Willow shook her head. "You're playing some stupid game. You see that I'm happy with Cordelia and you can't stand it so you're telling me all this to mess with my head."

"Get over it," Cordelia said, looking at both the men. "We waited months, years, for either of you to notice us, to want us. We're finally happy and we're not giving that up for anything. Now, we're tired and we need a shower. Feel free to stay since it is almost dawn, but leave us alone. We're not dealing with either of you right now."

"There's blood in the kitchen, if you're hungry," Willow said, getting to her feet. She no longer cared if they saw her nude or not, letting Cordelia use the quilt. She was still reeling from Spike's admission plus trying to deal with change in her and Cordelia's relationship. Judging from the glares coming from a very silent Angel, she'd guess that Cordelia might have been a bit blind herself, just as she had guessed all along. She took Cordelia's hand, leaning over to kiss her lover gently as she whispered, "Love you."

"Love you too," Cordelia said with a smile as she followed Willow upstairs, waiting until the bedroom door was shut before letting her bravery slip. Looking at Willow, she grimaced and said, "Now, wasn't that fun?"
 
 

GET OVER IT (15/?)

"The cheeky damn bitches," Spike cursed before moving to the small bar that Willow's parents kept for the few days a year they were in town. He looked at the bottles, finally settling on a bottle of whiskey. He glanced at Angel who was still standing by the doorway, an unreadable expression on his handsome face. He picked up a bottle of Scotch and handed it to his grandsire. "Here, you look like you could use this."

"Drinking won't help anything," Angel said quietly, taking the bottle before Spike dropped it.

"It sure as hell won't hurt anything either," Spike said, taking a long swallow as he sat on the couch, his boots landing on the small wooden table with a thunk.

"I should have stayed in LA," Angel said as he sat down in the most comfortable looking chair, tapping his fingers on the bottle of Scotch. "She obviously doesn't want me here."

"To be so old, you're pretty friggin' stupid," Spike said, rolling his eyes. "The chit wants you here, all right. She just doesn't want to quit shagging *my* Red long enough to tell you."

"As I recall, Willow wasn't pushing her off," Angel said dryly, opening the bottle and taking a drink. It burned going down but he took another long drink anyway.

"Red always was too nice," Spike said, glowering at the carpet. "Should have just taken her after that dog left, stopped wallowing in self pity long enough to chain her to my bed and shag her into forgetting everything but me."

"I wish you had," Angel said, taking another drink before he took his coat off. "Then we wouldn't be sitting here, would we?"

Spike snorted, "No, you'd be in LA brooding somewhere while your girl fucked herself thinking about my Willow."

"I do not brood," Angel said before taking another drink. He kicked his shoes off, remembering Willow's statement to make themselves comfortable. He glanced at the stairs, wondering what they were doing, knowing what they must be doing. He growled before taking a long drink.

"They're in the shower," Spike said, glaring at the ceiling. "And you do brood."

"Can you believe her?" Angel suddenly said, running a hand through his hair.

Spike looked at him and smiled before taking another drink, "Can't hold your liquor, can you, old man?"

Angel continued as if Spike hadn't spoken, "The nerve. I'm just her boss. Just her boss! Who does she think she is?"

"The silly twit that has your knickers in a bunch?" Spike offered helpfully before his lips twisted and his eyes darkened, "Oh, wait. You don't wear knickers."

Angel looked at him sharply, eyes narrowing as he saw the flash of arousal in familiar blue eyes. "You're soused," he decided.

"Not me," Spike shook his head as he finished off his bottle. He stood, taking off his duster and leaving it on the floor as he went for another bottle. "You're the one drunk off his cute little ass."

"You think my ass is cute?" Angel asked, smiling crookedly before frowning. "You hate me."

Spike shrugged as he picked up a bottle of tequila, "God bless the Rosenbergs," he muttered as he opened it, moving back to his seat, "Just cause I hate ya, doesn't mean I don't want to shag ya."

"I'm not that drunk," Angel said, finishing his Scotch and moving to find something else.

"Ah, Angelus, don't be that way," Spike said, leaning back against the sofa as he watched his grandsire. "You can't tell me you don't think about it, don't remember. I hate your souled guts, but I'm man enough to admit I still remember."

"I don't," Angel denied, glancing at the blonde, "I don't have a single memory of hunting with you or fucking you in the blood of our victims. I especially don't remember leaving Drusilla for days at a time and running off with you, of how tight you are, of how you taste, of the grunts you make before you cum, of your wet mouth wrapped around my cock as you beg me for more. Nope, I don't remember any of it."

Spike growled softly, downing a quarter of the bottle as he found himself pinned by the elder vampire's eyes. His cock was straining against his pants, hard from seeing Willow's nude body earlier and growing even more hard as he and Angel drifted down memory lane. If they kept up this way, he might very well embarrass himself. "Yeah, me either."

Angel watched Spike take a drink, groaning softly as the blonde's lips wrapped around the bottle, his fingers curled against the glass. "I care for Cordelia," he said huskily, watching Spike's tongue lick a stray drop.

"I love Willow," Spike said simply, arching a brow. "And they're both upstairs right now shagging like wild animals. Your point?"

"I forget," Angel said, putting his bottle down and moving towards Spike. "This won't be like before, I'm not the same."

"Nor am I, Angelus," Spike said, wondering if he was making a mistake, being carried away by attraction and memories. Then deciding that he didn't care as Angel looked at him with intense lust in those dark eyes.

"I've missed you, William," Angel said before he claimed Spike's lips in a rough penetrating kiss.
 

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