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"Helloooo?" Willow called into Angel Inestigations' office.

"Poof?" Spike shouted. "I'm in your nice clean office, rumpling all the
papers. Whoops, there's goes an invoice!"

"Touch those invoices and face my stake-holding wrath, deadboy," Cordy
grinned. "Willow!"

Willow's eyebrows raised as the brunette threw her arms around her. She and
Cordy had developed a great friendship though daily emails, but she had
never expected it to transfer tot he real world.

Spike and Willow were in town to visit over the weekend. Buffy had suggested
they take advantage of the usually quiet Halloween for a little "Downtime."

Translation: I know you two have huge crushes on each other and maybe a
little time on the road will make you fess up to it. WIllow wished the
Slayer would just mind her own business. But since Spike, Buffy, Riley,
Xander and Anya moved into Willow's house, there were no secrets between her
and any of her friends.

Riley and Buffy, Anya and Xander had rooms on the second floor. Willow and
Spike had converted the basement into a room for him. Willow kept her own
room. But when Willow wanted peace and quiet, she went downstairs to sit
with Spike and talk, or watch old movies. The pair had gotten really close.

"I can't believe you're finally here!" Cordy cried. "Dennis can't wait to
meet you. He keeps marking off the days on the calender in big red marker.
Today is circled with little stars."

Willow's eyebrows raised.

"I talk about you alot," Cordy shrugged.

"Willow?" Angel came through the door. "Willow! Oh, I'm so happy to see
you!"

Angel swept the redhead into his arms and hugged her fiercely. Willow's
eyebrows raised even higher. This was a far cry from the broody vampire that
had left Sunnydale all those months ago.

"I am standing right here, you know," Spike snorted.

"Sorry, Spike," Angel smirked and threw his arms around him. "I missed you,
too."

"Auuggh! Get off me!" Spike cried.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"I can't believe you got away from the Hellmouthiest place on Earth for a
whole weekend," Cordy grinned. She and Willow were sitting on the couch in
the office as Spike and Angel hauled the bags in from the car.

"Me neither, but Halloween's always really quiet around the Hellmouth,"
Willow shrugged. "Except of course for last year..."

Last year, when she was still with Oz. Right before Oz decided she was
enough to stick around for. She shoved those thoughts from her mind. She was
over that now.

"You girls talking about us?" Spike asked, coming through the door. "Our
ears are burning."

"Maybe you set the Q-tips on fire again," Cordy said sweetly. As much as she
liked Spike, she loved teasing him.

He tugged her hair as he flopped between them. Angel rolled his eyes and sat
behind his desk.

"Hello?" a feminine voice came through from the door. Cordy groaned and
rolled her eyes. Willow and Spike's brows creased in confusion.

A tall blonde woman poked her head through the door. Willow immediately
picked up on Cordy's hostility towards her.

"Kate," Cordy said, her voice dripping with pseudo-sweetness. "Shouldn't you
be out night-sticking somebody?"

"Hi, Angel," Kate said, ignoring Cordy and... pretty much everbody else in
the room.

"Kate," Angel stood. "How are you? Is there a problem?"

"Of course not," Kate said. "Why does there have to be a problem for me to
come see you?"

Angel gave her a deadpan look. "Okay so there's usually a problem before I
come see you, but not this time. See? I come bearing gifts."

She pulled an envelope from her purse. "Four tickets to the city's annual
Municipal Charity Costume Ball. I figured you and Cordy would want to bring
dates."

Cordy's jaw dropped. Was it so unbelievable that ANgel might take her to
this municipal whatever Ball? Her eyes narrowed at the annoying detective.

"Wow," Angel said, trying to sound enthusiastic. "That's ... right up my
alley."

"Well, I just wanted to say thank you for all the help with my cases," Kate
shrugged. Cordy snorted. Kate had been relying on them more and more this
year. She wouldn't have solved a handful of cases without Angel's help.

Kate took a step toward the door. "Well, I've got to go, people to protect
and serve. Bye."

Cordy laughed falsely and rolled her eyes again after Kate was out of sight.

Angel took out the tickets. "Hmmmph."

"What's that?" Spike asked. Angel handed him the tickets. Willow peered over
Spike's shoulder and saw a corporate logo from some law firm- Wolfram &
Hart. They were apparently sponsoring the event. Under the name of the
company was a strange symbol, obviously ancient.

"What's that mean?" Willow asked, pointing to the symbol.

"You can see that?" spike asked, obviously impressed.

"See what?" Cordy asked, she couldn't see a damn thing.

"That's an ancient symbol that means 'all are welcome' to denizens of the
underworld," Angel said. "Only those truly intuned with the supernatural
world can see it. Willow, you're obviously a little more powerful Wicca than
we give you credit for."

"I've been telling you that for years," willow grinned.

"See what?!" Cordy demanded, looking closer at the invitation.

Suddenly, Cordy cried out. She dropped to her knees and clutched her
temples.

"Cordelia!" Spike yelled. Angel calmly picked her up off the floor and sat
her on the couch. He got her a cup of water.

"Vision," he said. "Happens a lot."

"Yeesh," Willow said, her jaw dropped.

"The ball," Cordy groaned. "Oh, god I hate those things. Why can't visions
have happy warm fuuzy feelings associated with them?"

"What about the ball?" Angel asked.

"I saw costumes, people laughing and talking, and all of the sudden it was
like their will was sucked out of them... weird. They were suddenly thinking
with one mind. That's all I got.

"If Wolfram and Hart are involved, we should probably look into it," Angel
said. "There's no telling what they're up to."

"Looks like we're going to a party, pet," Spike grinned at Willow. "Why
don't you go as Lady Godiva?"

"I could go as Buffy," Willow countered.

"Don't even joke about that," Spike shuddered.

~~~~~~~~

"What do you think of this?" Cordy asked emerging from the costume shop's
dressing room. She had on a poofy poodle skirt, a tiny pink cardigan and a
black beehive wig big enough to take out the ceiling fan.

"And you would be..." Willow's brows knit together in confusion.

"Priscilla Presley?" Cordy said. "Hello?"

"And that would make Angel..."

"Elvis!" Cordy cried.

"Can you really see our dark brooding creature of the night in a white
sequined jumpsuit with an eagle on the back?" WIllow asked.

"Point taken," Cordy nodded, going back in the dressing room. "But he's not
quite as broody as he used to be. He actually wants to spend time together
outside of work can you believe that? He actually took me to dinner last
week, granted, he didn't eat, but-"

"Wait a minute, wait a minute," Willow laughed. "Are you guys dating?!"

Willow knew from Cordy's emails that the brunette had a jumbo-sized crush on
Angel. (Referring to him as "The Big Hunk of Salty Goodness" usually implies
interest.) Bt she didn't know that Angel returned those feelings.

"No," Cordy said glumly. "Every time I think we're getting close, up pops
little Miss Protect and Serve with her 'Angel I have a problem I can't
really deal with despite the fact that a tottally capable woman cop who
needs no one.'"

"I take it you don't like her?" Willow asked, slipping her costume of
choice.

"If wanting to kick her in the head repeatedly is a sign of dislike than
yeah I'm probably not too keen on her," Cordy said emerging from the change
room. Willow stepped out of hers.

"That's perfect!" Cordy cried. "You look adorable."

"You think so?" Willow said looking at the mirror.

"Spike's going to fall on his undead butt!" Cordy giggled.

"Then he's probably going to say, 'Could you help me up, pet? Oh, you're
such a good friend.' Arrgh, stupid vamp."

"He's still clueless?" Cordy asked.

Willow nodded. "I could show up in his room wearing nothing but honey and a
smile and he'd cover his eyes!"

"I wouldn't go that far," Cordy laughed, patting her friend's back. "Have
you thought about using magic?"

"I don't want him to want me because of some spell," Willow sighed. 'I want
him to want ME.... So, this one then?"

"Definitely," Cordy said. "The only problem will be getting Spike into his
costume. But I can't wait to see his face. If only vamp's showed up on
film."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"So Willow's still clueless?" Angel asked. He and Spike were waiting for the
girls to get back from costume shopping so they could go for dinner. Well,
the girls would eat, the men would drink. Someone would be merry.

"Absolutely," Spike moaned. "I want her so badly my teeth hurt. But she had
no idea. And I don't want to scare her off with my, 'Gee, sweetheart, I know
I have 126 years of horrible death and violence in my wake, but I'm settled
down now, thanks to this chip in my head. Wanna play house?'"

Angel watched as his childe buried his face in his hands. Poor guy. He knew
exactly how he felt. Angel had been in love with Cordelia for months now,
but every time he got up the nerve to show her, up popped Kate with some
impending crisis. Cordy was convinced that he wanted the blonde cop, who
bore an uncomfortable resemblence to Buffy. The truth was, Angel spent most
of his night thinking about daybreak, when Cordelia would be coming back
into the office so he could see her again.

But how could he approach her? He was what he was, a killer. He always would
be. Cordy could never love someone like that.

"What a couple of saps we are," Spike grinned.

"What are we going to do about it?" Angel asked, flopping on the couch next
to the blonde.

"Why don't we get piss-drunk?" Spike asked.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Hello?!" Cordy called into Angel's apartment. The office had been empty,
which was weird because NEVER closed up shop before 7. That's when most of
their clients came in anyway.

"Spike?" Willow called. "You in here?"

The girls set the heavy costume bags on the kitchen table and made their way
into the living room. They could make out slurred mumbling from the couch.

"She has the cutest little butt," Angel giggled. "Have you ever look at her
butt? It's just sooooooo....cute...."

He paused to take another sip of whiskey. Cordy's eyebrows reached for the
sky. Willow clapped her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing.

"I don't devote a lot of eff- effor eff, fuck- time," SPike spat, frustrated
with his addled tongue. "-to watching Cordelia's arse. Though I'm sure it's
nice. I spend al of my time watching Willow and those sweet, perfect little
breasts of hers. Have you ever looked at 'em?"

"Not up close," Angel shrugged.

"They're peeerfect," Spike sighed. "Not too big, not too small, just big
enough to fit in the palm of your hand. And the way she smells! Have you
ever smelled her?"

"Yup,"Angel grinned. "she always wore this perfume when we would research.
Sweet. Like vanilla. It's nice. Girls smell nice."

"What does Cordy smell like?" Spike asked, taking the bottle.

"Flowers," Angel sighed. "Gardenias. Pretty white gardenias."

"What are going to do?" Spike asked, his voice almost tearful. "We love them
and they don't know we're alive."

"We're not alive," Angel said, his considerable brow creasing.

"Gotta a point there," Spike nodded. Cordy pulled a very jaw-dropped redhead
back to the door.

"Guys!" she shouted at the top of her lungs. 'We're back!"

The vampires scrambled to get off the couch. Instead, they dumped it over
the papers lying on the coffee table.

They stood, their hands tucked behind their backs, the picture of innocence.

"Hi," Willow said. "What are you guys up to?"

"Just a little -hic- talking," Spike shrugged."We're just a little-

Suddenly, he leaned too far to the right and fell onto the couch.

"- drunk," Angel giggled.

The vamps collapsed onto the couch, laughing their undead asses off.

Willow was still shaken by Spike's admission that they loved them.

"Now might the time to show them their costumes," Cordy said. "While they're
good and soused."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"They asleep yet?" Willow asked. Cordy came and sat with her on the couch,
gratefully accpeting the coffee Willow handed her.

"Like vampiric babies."She said, taking a sip. "Why does EVERYBODY'S coffee
taste better than mine?"

Willow giggled. "What got into them?"

After several hours drunken vampire antics, which included Spike telling a
story that involved Angelus, a rubber ducky and bending over in a Mexican
jail and Angel singing eight choruses of "When Irish Eyes Are Smiling," they
had finally passed out on Angel's bed. Cordy couldn't wait until they woke
up next to each other. For effect, Willow and Cordy had undressed them and
draped their arms around each other. It really wasn't all that unpleasant of
an image.

"Does it matter?" Cordy asked. "They love us, can you believe that? The big
undead jerks are in love with us and they can't even admit it."

"Yeah, but what do we do about it?" Willow asked. "Beat them into
submission?"

"Tempting, but no,' Cordy grinned. "I say we sit back and wait until our
natural charm win them over."
 

"... or we beat them into submission." Willow deadpanned.

"Precisely," Cordy nodded.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"You boys almost ready?" Willow called. Angel and Spike had woken up with
serious headaches, Cordy and Willow's banging of pots and pans over
breakfasts didn't really help. Especially since they had take-out.

They had slept on Angel's couch, returning to Cordy's to shower and get
dressed for the costume ball.

Cordy was Little Bo Peep. She looked luminous in a gauzy white shepherdess
outfit with a deep blue corset and ribbons. A deep blue ribbon was tied
around her neck, choker-style. A crook and high white button-up boots
completed the ensemble.

"We're not coming out!" Spike shouted.

She tapped her crook on the floor impatiently.

"GUYS!" she cried. "We have to be there in half and hour!"

"It can't be that bad, really," Willow said. She was truly beautiful in a
iridescent green Tinkerbell costume. Green beaded leaves made up the straps.
Shimmering leaves of meaterial floated around her knees. Her wings were a
masterpiece of intricate green beading and gauzy material. Her hair was
mussed and curly with tiny purple pansies and sparkling glitter liberally
applied.

"FINE! But Angel's coming out first," Spike called.

Angel walked out of his room reluctantly. Cordy's jaw dropped. He was
gorgeous. His costume consisted of a starched white cravat, black silk vest
and black cut-away coat with form-fitting trousers to match.

He grumbled as he put on the intricately painted wolf-mask that covered half
of his face. He was lean, feral and Cordy thought she might pass out.

"You're beautiful," Angel grinned, taking in Cordy's costume.

"Thank you," Cordy bowed.

"So, you ready to go, Little Miss Peep?" Angel asked

"Absolutely, Big Bad Wolf,"Cordy grinned.

"SPIKE!" the redhead shouted and stamped her fairy foot. "Come out here!
Right now!"

"I don't want to!" he shouted back. "If I leave the house like this I'll be
the laughingstock the underworld."

"SPIKE!" Willow yelled.

"Pet, this is embarassing!" he stepped out of the room.

Angel practially fell over laughing.

Spike was Peter Pan. Green pointy shoes, green tights, green tunic
accentuated by green sequined leaves. And best of all there was a pointy
green hat with a red feather through it.

"I am not happy about this," he said tapping his pointy elf shoes.

"One word and I'll turn you both," Spike growled at the girls, who were
fighting to stifle their giggles. "Even if it means my head explodes."

"Oh, come on, Spike," Willow put her arm through Spike's. "You're adorable."

"No you're adorable pet," he grinned. "Love the wings."

"You haven't seen the best part," Willow said. She whispered a glammer
incantation. Suddenly, tiny pansies seemed to sprout from her cheekbones and
eyebrows forming a mask.

"Oh, that is freaky," Cordy winced, holding up her delicate hand-held mask.
"I'm kind of glad I went with the traditional 'not grafted on to my skin'
mask."

"Your chariot awaits, Madame Tinkerbell," Spike bowed deep and doffed his
hat.

"Charmed," Willow grinned.

~~~~~

"Stop squirming, SPike," Willow said.

"I can't help it love," he moaned. "These tights itch."

"Ohhh," she cooed, stroking his hair lovingly. "Poor baby."

"Are my seams straight?" he asked.

"You really do look beautiful, you know," Angel said, waiting to hand their
invitation to the security guard at the door.

"Thanks," Cordy grinned. "You don't look bad yourself."

He smiled back. Even behind his fierce looking mask, his spiced chocolate
eyes burned through her. She bit her lip.

"Angel, I-"

"Invitation, please?" the armor garbed guard asked. Cordy glared at him.

The foursome entered the ballroom. Willow's jaw dropped. However evil they
may be, Wolfram & Hart knew how to throw a party. The ballroom waas swathed
in flowing white gauze and white Christmas lights, giving it an otherwordly
feel. Ballerinas and pirates, kings and mummies swirled about the
dancefloor. An orchestra in black tie was playing big band music.

Angel recognized the deputy mayor in a knight's armor, city commissioners
dressed like a baseball team, not to mention studio heads, influential
entertainment types. If Cordy's vision was right and Wolfram & Hart wanted
to gain supernatural control over the city, this was certainly the crowd to
do it.

Cordy was in heaven. Angel led them to a table and pulled Cordelia's chair
out for her. Spike seated and sat next to her.

A rather pompous Julius Caeser walked over to their table and held his hand
out to Cordy.

"May I have this dance?" he asked, a less than trusted worthy leer plastered
across his face.

Cordy stammered a response.

"I don't think so," Angel growled, taking Cordelia's hand. "The lady's
spoken for."

Her jaw dropped as Angel led her out onto the floor. She wasn't exactly
Angel's date to this shindig. Theit coordinating costumes were part of the
cover. Why had he just acted so posessive?

"Why don't we join them, pet?" Spike grinned.

"You're not mad about the tights anymore?" Willow asked.

"Did you see the guy in the cupid costume?" he asked. "I may be kind of
fairies, but at least I'm not in a diaper."

He laced his fingers through hers and, mindful of her wings, took out to the
dancefloor. The music was slow and dreamy, he led her in a graceful waltz.

"Fitting for a fairy princess," he grinned.

"I'm not a princess, I'm a fairy queen," she teased. "And don't you forget
it."

"I never do," he smiled gently and kissed her forehead.

Angel's hand felt so strong and sure against Cordy's back. She leaned her
head against his chest and let herself relax against him.

"I could learn to love this," he whispered. Joy trilled through her veins.
Could he mean...

"May I remind you we're here to work?" she smiled at him.

"That doesn't mean we can't enjoy ourselves a bit first," he grinned.

"The Lord of the Brood suggesting playing hookey?" Cordy laughed. "What is
the world coming to?"

"Let's just say I've learned a lot from you," he said. "How to laugh. How to
let myself enjoy life. How to love."

Cordy's response was cut short by Spike.

"Suspicious looking kitchen staff," he said nodding toward the kitchen
entrance. Vampires, all of them, in full game face and chef hats.

"What original comstumes," Cordy snorted. "And speaking of original
cotumes-"

"Angel!" Kate exclaimed. "I'm so happy you're here!"

Kate was in full Xena the Warrior Princess get-up. Cordy rolled her eyes.

"Um, sorry, Kate, I've got to run," Angel said. "Cordy, I'll be right back,
stay safe and out of the way. Okay?"

He leaned forward and gave her an affectionate peck on the cheek. Her face
flushed pink with pleasure.

"You, too, pet," Spike warned. "No heroics."

"Fairy's honor," Willow nodded.

"Why don't I believe you..." Spike's narrowed.

"We gotta go, Spike," Angel said, pulling at Peter Pan's tunic.

"Behave!" Spike warned.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Angel and Spike slipped into the kitchen and hid in an recess near the oven
as a young handsome man in a suit and tie instructed the vamped-out kitchen
staff.

"Make sure every guest has a glass of champagne for the midnight toast," he
said. "If they plead a 12-step program, offer them sparkling cider. Not
matter what, insist they have a drink. We don't want anybody important to
escape our little mind-control experiment, do we?"

The five not-quite-bright looking vamps chuckled. The young executive left,
leaving the vampires to coat the glasses in a strange looking clear
substance. Angle could smell belladonna and a few strange herbs he knew were
used in a lot of "will spells," as in the castee usually lost their will.

"Well, is it time to step in and save the day, yet?" Spike asked.
Angel tipped his mask up and nodded. "Just keep it quiet."

They stepped out of the recess. Spike knocked the tray of treated glasses to
floor. Angel glared at him.

"That was quiet?" he asked. Spike shrugged.

"Who do you jokers think you are?" one vamp demanded.

"We're the guys who are about to open up a case of whoop-ass all over you,"
Spike snarled. Angel suddenly wished he hadn't let his childe have those all
those beers before they left the apartment. And after they arrived at the
ball. And while they were standing in the corner listening to the evil plan.

Spike's theory was the best way to get over a hangover was to get a hair of
the dog that bit you, unfortunately, sometimes that dog just bites you
again.

"Oh, yeah, I'm really scared of the fairy king," one vamped smirked, taking
in Spike's costume.

"You making fun of my tights?" Spike demanded. The vamp nodded. Spike
launched himself at three vamps, bowling them over. Angel grabbed at tray,
smacking vamp affter vamp. Spike threw the tights-mocker over his shoulder.

"NOBODY MAKES FUN OF MY TIGHTS!" Spike bellowed, staking him. "I'm Peter
freakin' Pan!"

Angel staked one vamp with the broken handle on a meat tenderizer

Three to go. The other vamps were dispatched quickly and quietly. Spike
began pouring champagne and cider, occasionally taking pulls off the good
stuff. once the glasses were filled, Angel and Spike donned waiter's
jackets and wheeled them out to the bar.

"Boss says to pass these out before midnight," Angel grunted to the
bartender.

They went back into the kitchen, put their costumes back on and slipped back
into the crowd.

"No problems?" Cordy asked as Angel sat next to her.

"Not a one," Angel grinned.

"One of them mocked my tights," Spike grumbled.

"Ohh, honey," Willow grinned. "I think they're sexy."

"Really?"

"Uh-huh, you've got beautiful legs," Willow nodded.

"Well, that's because I'm Peter freakin' Pan!" he crowed. Willow giggled.

"Are we sticking around for the toast?" Cordy asked.

"Wouldn't miss it," Angel grinned.

Spike went to fetch more drinks for the group.

"Is he going to be alright?" Willow asked.

"He's just making up for a lot of years of lost silliness," Angel nodded.
"He's wearing a mask, let him make an ass of himself. It will do him some
good."

Spike set more drinks on the table, downing his whiskey and soda in one
gulp. Suddenly, he began flapping his arms wildly.

"Spike what are you doing?" Cordy asked.

"Thinking happy thoughts," Spike said. "I'm going to fly!"

Angel laughed.

Thank god for a loud band and a lot of drunk politicians.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Help me get him onto the couch, Willow," Angel grunted, trying to get a
very drunk, green-clad vampire through the door to his apartment.

"I'm never gonna grow up, never grow up, never grow uuuuup! Not me!" Spike
sang happily.

Cordy rolled her eyes. Willow bit her lip to keep from laughing. Thank god
they got Spike out of the ball before he finished that fight with the deputy
mayor dressed as a pirate.

The toast at midnight had definitely been an interesting experience, the
head partner of Wolfram & Hart, dressed as (what else) the devil stood up
and declared himself the lord and master of every person in the room. He
began outlining his plan for world domination. Without the will spell, it
made a lot less sense. Everyone in the room got sort of uncomfortable and
started leaving.

The foursome slipped out quietly, but not before Spike threatened to kick
"Captain Hook's" ass.

"Alright, Spikey, time for bed," Angel helped Cordy fold out the couch.

Willow took the wings off her costume as the blonde vampire flopped down on
the couch. She shook her head and the glammered flowers disappered from her
cheekbones.

"Okay, I'll lay down now." he said. His head started spinning.

"uhhh, make the world stop, I want to get off." he whined.

"Poor baby," cordy grinned. "Will, I'm going to change out of the
shepherdess get-up, I'll be back in a minute."

Willow nodded, sitting next to Spike's prone form.

The phone ran in Angel's room. He went to answer it, he barely caught a
glimpse of Cordy's bare ankle as she shut the bathroom door. He picked up
the reciever. The person on the other side hung up. His brow creased.

In the other room, Spike's arms suddenly closed around Willow and drug her
down to the bed.

"Willow, will you think happy thoughts of me?" he slurred.

"All of my happy thoughts are of you, Spike," she grinned.

"Me, too," he giggled. "I love you. (hic)"

"I love you, too," she whispered.

"Mmmmhmm, love's nice," he mumbled. "Can I kiss you?"

"That would be really nice," she nodded, her nerves an electric jumble of
fireworks. She only hoped he would remember this the next morning.

He lips brushed acrossed hers. The touch was so gentle she barely feel it.
His fingers cupped her face, pulling her closer. Her tongue lapped at the
lines of his lips.

"Willow," he whispered. He tugged at her bottom lip with his blunt teeth. He
pulled her into his lap and slid the delicate pansy straps of her costume
down her shoulders.

Without thinking, her fingers found the hem of his tunic and pulled it over
his shoulders. She had forgotten Cordy and Angel were in the next room.

Angel could hear them from the bedroom. His head started spinning. This was
just too much. Cordy naked less than ten feet away. Spike and Willow loving
in the next room. He could barely find the focus to cross the room and shut
the door to give Spike and Willow some privacy.

Cordy stepped out of the bathroom. She was wearing loose-fitting jeans and a
white tank. It didn't matter to him. She was beautiful no matter what she
wore.

"What's going on?" she asked, grinning.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Spike moaned as he slid Willow's glittering costume down her body. Her
pale, perfect breasts came into view.

"I was right," he giggled. "Just enough to fit my palm."

Her eyebrow arched again.

"Nevermind," he shook his head.

She tugged at his codpiece. "Let's take you out of those tights," she
grinned.

"oh, I don't know, pet, I sort of like 'em," he chuckled.

She arched her eyebrow.

"Pet, I'm just kidding," he laughed.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"We may not want to leave the room for a while," Angel said, awkwardly. He
shurgged out of his jacket and began untwisting his cravat.

"What do you mean?" Cordy asked.

"Well, Spike and Willow are ... busy," he grinned.

"You can hear them?" she asked. He nodded. "Oh, eww!"

He laughed and flopped back on his bed. Cordy's breath caught. On top of all
this he had to look a guy from the cover of a cheesy romance novel? Suddenly
she seemed a little warmer.

"So, I'm stuck here for a while, huh?" she asked.

Angel nodded, making an embarassed face. "There's another reason his
nickname's Spike."

Cordy dropped her jaw. "Maybe I should go out there for a peak..."

"I don't think so," he laughed. "Here, throw these on, we may be here for
the long haul."

He tossed her a pair of blue striped pajama pants. He went into the bathroom
and changed into black silk pajama pants. When he came back, she was already
under the covers.

"Have I mentioned I'm drafting a corporate sexual harassment policy Monday
morning?" she grinned. "This wouild definitely fall under it."

He chuckled, but when he slid under the coverlet, he was careful to leave
the sheet seperating them.

"Goodnight, Angel," she said, snapping the light off.

"Goodnight, Cordelia." he rolled away from her and punched his pillow into
shape.

He heard her breathing slow. She would probably be sleeping in moments,
leaving him frustrated and cursing the birthday he bought that evocative
perfume for her.

"Oh, who the hell am I trying to kid?" she grumbled into the darkness. Angel
felt her warm smooth hand, whip his shoulder around, flipping him on his
back. Her fingers tangled in his hair and forced his mouth to hers.

He moaned into her mouth, her warm body pressed taut against his. It had
been too long. She could feel his erection pressing into her belly as she
ground against him. Her tongue darted into his mouth, coiling around his.

He ran his hands along the satiny skin of her arms, lifting her tank over
her head. His tongue teased her pebbled nipples one at a time until she
writhed beneath him. He slid the pajama bottoms down and slipped a cool
finger along her hot wet slit. She bucked up from the matress.

"Angel, please," she whimpered. "No teasing."

He grinned. She placed a foot on both his hips and pushed his pants down to
his feet.

"Innovative," he laughed.

"I can be," she whispered. She rolled over him and guided his shaft to her
core. He twisted his hands in the sheets. She was so tight, so warm.

She rode him gently at first, building an achingly slow pace. He sat up from
the mattress, twisting his fingers in her hair and claimed her mouth. Nobody
teased him. She smiled against his lips as he thrust deeper and faster into
her. She was so close to cumming, if he would just-

His clever fingers found her swollen clit and teased it. She cried out,
flexing around him. He moaned her name and his release hit him. He fell
back, taking her with him.

"Happy Halloween, Angel," she panted.

"Happy Halloween, sweet."
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"Ooof!" Willow landed on the floor with a thud. The tattered shreds of
Spike's tights in her hands. She laughed and scrambled back on the couch.

"I told you not to force them," Spike grinned, pulling her over him. She was
straddling his stomach. His cool fingers paced back and forth over her hot,
sensitized thighs. She moaned. Spike could feel her wetness seep onto his
skin. He slid a finger into her.

"Let me watch you cum, Red," he whispered.

"What about you?"

"I've got all night, let me please you first," he said, adding another
finger. She whimpered, letting herself ride him. His thumb found her clit
and brushed across it. Slowly at first and then in a maddening rhythm.

Her face flushed a beautiful pink as waves of white-hot desire shot through
her.

"Who do you belong to, Willow?" he asked, adding a third finger.

"You..." she moaned. "William."

He brought her down to meet his mouth.

"You're mine," he whispered as she came, twitching and tightening around his
fingers. "I'm yours."

"Mine," she said, claiming his mouth.

"Always," he nodded. "Happy Halloween, love."

"Happy Halloween," she said, rolling over so he was poised at her entrance.

"Spike?"

He moaned in response as he entered her.

"Think happy thoughts."

THE END (for now)
 

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