“Delia…baby… Remind me why I’m doing this again?” Angel frowned, glancing from
the shower to his girlfriend and then back to the shower.  He couldn’t believe
they wanted him to pose for his first series of photos in the –shower-.

“Because you love me,” Cordelia answered immediately, her eyes shining with
hidden merriment. “Besides, you know you enjoy the thought of women drooling
over pictures of you. Hey!” Her eyes opened wide with excitement. “We can give
these out to our customers, as sort of an incentive to use ‘Angel
Investigations’!”

Willow stuck her head around the door of the bathroom in time to hear Angel
state that they most certainly could –not- give out the calendars to their
customers. Grinning from ear to ear, the red head knocked on the doorframe,
bringing the brunette couple’s attention to her. “We about ready to do this?”

“Looking forward to seeing him dripping wet in a pair of boxers aren’t you,
Wills?”  Cordelia snickered.

“He’s going to be wearing boxers? I thought we were gonna get to see it –all-!”
The witch pouted playfully, winking at the cheerleader. “Hey Buffy – Delia’s
making him wear boxers, she doesn’t wanna share with us!”

“What?!?” Anya’s unhappy exclamation echoed through the apartment and the trio
heard two sets of feet moving towards them.

“I did no such thing!” Cordelia laughed. “It was –Angel- who insisted he get to
keep his boxers on.”

“Oh…” The red head grinned, looking from Buffy to Anya then back to Angel. “I
get it now. He’s scared.”

“I am not scared.” Angel growled. “I just don’t want to show off to all of
you.” It wasn’t even that he minded being naked in a room full of girls. He
didn’t even mind being naked in front of Willow, she was his childe’s mate and
thus he felt completely at ease around her. It was Buffy and Anya he was leery
of. He did not want his former girlfriend to see any more of him than she
already had and he did not want the ex-demon to see any of him period.

“Its ok, Angel,” Willow licked her lips, giving him her best innocent look. “I
understand completely. You’re scared you won’t measure up to –our- men.” She
could see Cordelia struggling not to laugh and had to bite her own lip not to
explode into giggles herself.  “Like I said, completely understandable. I mean.
Once you’ve seen Spike, all men pale in comparison anyway.”

The dark haired vampire growled low in his throat. How dare the witch compare
him to his own childe? How dare she insinuate he had something to be ashamed
of? With one swift motion and a smirk that would set Angelus to shame, the
vampire dropped his boxers. He crossed his arms, smothering a grin as everyone
but his mate gasped. “You were saying, little one?”

 Willow smiled weakly, tearing her eyes away from the body part in question.
Forcing herself to look into his smoldering chocolate eyes, the red head licked
her lips and laughed huskily,  “I guess I was wrong, old man. Like Sire, like
childe.”
 

 Angel smiled at the petite red head, knowing that it had taken a lot for her
to swallow her embarrassment and come back with such a cute statement. “I guess
I should say thanks then, Wills.”  He grinned even more as her blush deepened
by another shade and her mouth opened and closed without a sound.

 “Angel, get in the shower and stop trying to get a rise out of Willow,”
Cordelia glared at her mate playfully. She saw the looks the vampire was giving
her red haired friend and wondered momentarily if they meant she might one day
be able to have a shot at her own fantasy – a threesome with the red head and
Angel.  She swallowed around the lump in her throat, trying to ignore the
wetness pooling between her thighs.

 The vampire saw the look of lust in his mate’s eyes and knew what she was
thinking of. He had read about her fantasy once when she left her diary laying
open on their bed.  Finding out that his mate wanted to have sex with his
childe’s mate had shocked him. But then again, Delia had always been one to
keep him on his toes. The scent of the brunette’s arousal was filling the air
and he knew he was going to start getting affected at any moment.  And that
wasn’t something he wanted to happen while he was naked in a room full of
women.

 With some of those lightning quick actions his race was known for, Angel
jumped in the shower and turned on the cold water full blast, letting the icy
drops pelt his skin as he tried to think of anything other than the scent of
Cordelia’s arousal. Anything other than his mate fucking the red head who was
also standing not too far away.  Anything other than joining the two beautiful
women as they pleasured each other and then him.

 Cordelia tried to hide her grin as her lover jumped into the shower. She
couldn’t feel any steam coming from the enclosure and knew that he was taking
it totally cold. No hot water for her mate, no sir. His cock hung in front of
him, still obviously semi-aroused even with the coolness of the water, and she
felt sorry for him. At least none of the other guys were going to be forced to
bare it all for the sake of the calendar. Well, none she knew of anyway.

“Lean back against the wall, Angel,” Anya instructed.  Her eyes flitted over
the scene in front of her with almost clinical detatchment. She had seen a lot
in the thousand years of her existence. The sight of a partially aroused naked
vampire was nothing too shocking. She watched as he leaned gingerly against the
back wall, the ice cold water pelting his skin. “There, that’s perfect. Start
shooting, Delia.”

The brunette held the camera up to her eye, vowing silently to herself to try
to make this up to him anyway possible.

** ** **

 He had survived the shower shoot.

 Barely.

 After an hour of being in the cold water, Angel thought that even –his- undead
body might not recover. He had been shriveled, shivering and wet when the girls
finally let him leave the confining space of the shower. Thankfully, Anya and
Buffy had decided to leave to see their own boyfriends rather than stick around
for the last part of his contribution to the calendar.

The December shoot.

 He still couldn’t believe he had let his mate talk him into doing something so
utterly demeaning as the calendar, but he had to admit, it was sort of fun.
Gently toweling off the last of the cool water, the vampire dusted himself
lightly with powder, shaking the excess to the ground in a white cloud. Not
even bothering to cover himself, Angel stalked from the room, headed straight
for the bedroom.

 The bed had been covered in red silk sheets, the pillows adorned in red satin.
Green tree garland hung from the posts and fake snow had been sprayed lightly
on any surface that might show in the pictures. It was, all in all, a very sexy
scene. He traced his fingers lightly over a red and white Santa hat lying on
the bed. This was going to be his only article of clothing for this part of the
shoot.  He tightened the fluffy white bath robe he was wearing around him,
glaring at the hat as if it were a demon.

 “It’ll look good. Don’t worry.”  Willow grinned from the doorway, her eyes
quickly glancing over his body before he could turn. She smiled warmly at him
when he turned to face her, covering up her own lustful actions.  The fact that
she wanted the dark haired vampire in front of her was something she had
discussed freely with her own mate. He understood completely her attraction to
his Sire and had divulged to her that he had feelings for him as well.  So she
had given him her consent to explore any relationship he desired with Angel and
amazingly, he had done the same for her. They were life-mated to each other, so
there were no worries on that level. It was all about lust.

 “You think?” Angel smirked. He held up the Santa hat and grimaced. “I hope you
girls are getting a kick out of this.”

 “Oh we are,” Cordelia laughed, coming to stand next to Willow. She rested her
chin on the red head’s shoulder, staring at her mate with undisguised lust.
The witch tensed and Cordelia wondered if she had done the wrong thing being so
familiar with her. She started to move away before noticing the look of desire
in the girl’s eyes.  She licked her lips, moving to stand in front of the red
head. “Put the hat on, Angel.”

 {There is no way in Hell that Cordelia Chase is coming on to you,} Willow
chastised herself, trying to find another reason for the way the brunette was
acting. She was only a few inches away, her eyes dark and filled with something
Willow could only identify as lust. “Delia?”  she questioned, failing to keep
her own voice from sounding husky.

“Yes?” The brunette licked her lips again, delighting quietly when young woman
in front of her seemed entranced by the action. She could feel her mate sitting
only a few feet away, watching them., waiting to see if things were going to go
in the direction his lover so obviously wanted them to.

“Are we going to start?” The red head gestured weakly with her hand towards the
bed, realizing too late that the comment could be taken two ways. She blushed
as the former cheerleader chuckled, the sound low and sexy, making her stomach
clench with desire. Then the woman’s mouth was on hers, her lips soft and
pliant as they molded against her own. The witch gasped in surprise, the brief
movement allowing the brunette enough access to slip her tongue into the red
head’s mouth.

Willow jumped when cool hands came to rest on her bare arms, rubbing up and
down the pale flesh. Teeth nipped lightly at her neck and she moaned again.
Here she was, in an old mansion that once frightened her, making out with Angel
and Cordelia. It was almost too good to be true. She gasped as the vampire
pulled her tshirt out of her pants, slipping his cool hands up underneath of it
to rub over her smooth stomach.  His fingers tweaked lightly at her nipples,
causing them to harden through the satin of her bra.

The red head clutched at Cordelia’s tank top, splaying her fingers over the
brunette’s own hardening little buds as the vampire continued his own advances,
hooking his fingers down into the top of her jeans. She gasped slightly at the
cool touch as he deftly opened the button, sliding the zipper down. Taking his
cue, she began to work at Cordelia’s jeans, fumbling at them in her own haste
to bare the girl’s skin to the air.

“Let me help you with those,” the brunette purred, breaking away from her kiss.
She backed away from the red head enough to give her a little show as she
shimmied casually out of the confining denim.  Her eyes never left the scene
her mate was making with the witch, licking her lips as he began pulling the
red head’s jeans down, slowly, to the floor.
She stalked towards her, hands outstretched to play squeeze gently at her
friend’s breasts. “So beautiful, Wills.”

Willow blushed, the redness creeping down from her face and across the milky
whiteness of her pert breasts. “I’m not beautiful. Not like you, Delia.” She
traced the outline of the brunette’s nipple through the tank top, wanting to
suck it between her teeth and nibble on it until the girl screamed in pleasure.

“Little one,” Angel growled softly, the noise sounding sexy despite its
predatory quality. He turned her to face him, his hands caressing up and down
her bare arms. “You are beautiful. We would never lie to you about that.” His
lips came down, crushing against her lips in a passionate, yet brutal, kiss. He
pulled away, looking down into her eyes again. “Would either of us be so hot
and willing to do this with you if we didn’t think you were beautiful?”

“N…N…No…” Willow stammered as the vampire’s lips descended to her neck, kissing
and nipping at her tender flesh. She felt warm hands encircle her waist,
fingers splayed out across her stomach, slowly inching up to her satin covered
breasts. Her body shuddered as the brunette woman loosened the clasp on the
bra, sliding it off of her arms and throwing it somewhere in the room. Warm
fingers pinched at the now bared nipples, twisting them enough to draw a small
moan of pain from the red head.

“Do you like that?” Cordelia murmured into Willow’s ear, licking gently at the
tender lobe. She captured the flesh between her teeth as the red head nodded,
biting into it gently. The witch moaned, totally passive to whatever pleasures
or pains the couple intended to bestow upon her. Pushing gently, the former
cheerleader started trying to get the lip-locked couple onto the bed.

Angel slowly allowed his feet to move backwards, his lips and tongue never
leaving the warm, inviting mouth of the girl in front of him.  The back of his
legs collided with the silk sheets and he instinctively sat down, his lips
leaving the red head’s mouth. He felt the bed sink in slightly as Cordelia
joined him, his mouth trailing feather light kisses along the pale, flat sin of
Willow’s stomach. Firm hands pressed against her back, holding her against his
lips as she tried to arch away from the pleasure.

“Angel…” The red head moaned. She gasped as a warm finger slipped under the wet
satin of her panties, parting her wet lips to gently ease into her sopping
pussy. Looking down, the witch was unsurprised to see that it was Cordelia
eagerly seeking to pleasure her. She smiled, licking her lips and winking
suggestively at the receptionist.

Deciding to take some initiative, the witch pushed on Angel’s chest, lowering
herself onto his lap as he fell back onto the bed. She moaned, brushing against
the erection still hidden beneath the plush terry cloth of his robe.  Her lips
met his, kissing him hard enough to bruise any normal man, her tongue
flickering against his teeth. She smiled as they elongated, sharpening into
razor sharp points. Allowing one to cut into her tongue, she thrust the
bloodied mass into his mouth.

Angel groaned at the first taste of her blood on his tongue. It was sweet as
nectar, as delicate as a fine wine. He understood now why his childe had said
that tasting her was the best part about their love-making. He sucked gently at
her tongue, twining his own around it, licking every last drop of blood from
her.

“What about me?” Cordelia whined, sort of playfully. This was –her- fantasy
after all, to be with Willow and Angel at the same time. Yet, here she was, not
getting any attention.

Willow pulled away from the vampire, licking her lips. She turned her head
slowly, smiling at Cordelia through a curtain of red hair. “Feeling left out,
Delia?” she purred, crawling up the bed to kneel between the brunette’s legs.
She licked her lips again, bending her head down to lick gently at the girl’s
clit. The brunette’s eyes widened with shock. When she had pictured this moment
it had always been her going down on Willow, not the other way around. She
moaned softly, laying back to enjoy the witch’s pleasurable ministrations.

Cordelia moaned aloud, the sound of Willow’s name filling the room as the
brunette called out to her, begging for more.  First one, then two fingers
entered her as the red head continued to lick and suck at her clit. Her hips
arched up, grinding against the witch’s face. She saw Angel move behind the red
head and heard her gasp, all movements ceasing for one moment.

Groaning, Angel eased into the tight wetness that was Willow. He slowly inched
into her, giving her time to adjust to his thickness. He knew from his own
personal experience that his girth was more intense than that of her current
lover’s, his Childe. He saw her head come up from between Cordelia’s legs, a
low moan escaping her lips. Pushing backwards, the red head quietly urged for
him to start thrusting.

Who was he to deny her?

With one movement, he thrust into her tightness, shoving his entire length into
her hot, tight core. Gripping her hips, the vampire began to rock in and out of
her, the heat she was giving off almost unbelievable. He moaned, calling out
her name as he continued to shove his cock into her channel.

Willow was in heaven. Buried between the thighs of a woman she once considered
her enemy, with a handsome creature of the night fucking her hard, she couldn’t
think of a single thing that was more enjoyable.  Except maybe being with her
own mate.  She groaned, nibbling lightly at Cordelia’s clit as Angel reached a
hand around to strum rapidly at her own.

She pushed back into Angel, allowing her clit to rub gently over his fingers as
he continued to stroke her clit. Reaching a hand up, the red head pinched at
Cordelia’s nipples, the fingers of her other hand continuing to thrust in and
out of the brunette’s wet pussy.  She could hear Angel growling behind her, his
thrusts becoming harder as he gave into his darker urges and began to fuck her
hard.

Moaning, Cordelia watched through slitted eyes as her mate pounded into the red
head who had haunted her fantasies for years. She pushed into the witch’s
fingers, feeling her own orgasm nearing even as Angel’s face shifted. She
screamed, the names of both of her lovers pouring from her lips as she came,
her eyes screwing shut with the release of her passion.

“Willow….Delia….” Angel growled, coming deep within the red head he had
sometimes longed for and always considered a best friend. He grabbed at
Cordelia’s arm, bringing her wrist to his mouth and sinking his fangs in deep
rather than marking Willow and risking his Childe’s ire.  He grunted, thrusting
into her one last time as the last of his seed shot deep within her. Twisting
harshly at Willow’s clit, he was happy to hear her scream, her own release
echoing through the room.

Panting, Willow collapsed next to Cordelia, trailing a hand lightly over the
girl’s bare stomach. She felt cool arms encircle her waist and smiled. “Ok,
guys,” she yawned. “One quick nap and then lets get this shoot done with, k?”
 

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