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

"Excuse me?" Willow asked, her brows drew together in confusion.

"You have to leave town, now," Giles said.

"You're a wanted woman, pet." Spike said.

"Clarify, please?" Buffy asked.

"Angel called," Giles said, trying to avoid Buffy's hopeful gaze. "Doyle's
contacts in L.A. have heard rumblings about a reward for the blood of
redheaded virgin witch in Sunnydale."

"And you just assumed it was me?" Willow asked. The nerve of these people!
Willow's mind thundered. Just assuming I'm a virgin, screw them.

Spike cringed as he saw the "I'm pissed" line crease her forehead. He had
growned accustomed to all of her expressions. The way her nose crinkled when
she was frustrated. The way she chewed her lips when she was nervous. The
tiny little dimples that formed in her cheeks when she grinned. He had come
to know all of her faces, except the one he wanted to see the most- the way
she looked when she was being loved.

The Slayer's mewling voice broke him from his reverie. "Yeah, Giles, how do
you know it's her?"

"Well, apparently part of your appeal is the fact that you've restored a
vampire's soul," Giles said. "Word has gotten around, and in the vampire
world, you're considered a dangerous person. They want you dead."

"But they want to taste you first, love," Spike said, grimly. "You're
considered a delicacy, love. It's really quite a compliment."

"Remind me to be flattered after the terror, okay?" Willow said. "So how
long do I need to leave town? A week? Two weeks?"

"Indefinitely," Giles said.

"Not liking this plan," said Xander.

"WHAT!" Willow cried. "There's no way I'm leaving school... and you guys...
and ... and, oh my god, that's all I've got..."

Willow sat there, depressed by the over-simplicity of her life. Spike took
her hand.

"Willow, Angel's trying to find out who put the price on your blood so we
can get it called off," he said gently. "Until then, you have to be out of
sight."

"I guess I can go to my Aunt Dana's cabin," Willow shrugged. "She left it to
me in her will. It's pretty out of the way. About an eight-hour drive."

"But what about the drive up there?" Buffy asked. "How do we know you'll be
safe until you get there?"

"I have survived eighteen years on the Hellmouth, Buffy." Willow said. "I'm
not completely incapable of protecting myself."

"Someone's going to have go with you," Buffy said.

"Liking that plan better," Xander said. "I'll go with you, Wills, I've been
wanting to get back to Aunt Dana's ever since we were eight and you shoved
me off the pontoon boat, revenge will be mine."

"Nice try, Xander, but the point is to protect her, not get her killed by
your wiley hijinks," Spike said. "I'm going with her."

"WHAT?" Buffy cried.

"I don't like this plan at all!" Xander yelled.

"What?" Willow gasped. Traitorous and very erotic thoughts flooded her mind.
Spike naked on Aunt Dana's porch. Spike naked on the boat dock. Spike naked
by the fireplace. She shook her head.

Spike saw her face. That was a new expression. He grinned at her, knowing.

"Spike, need I remind you that you have a crippling chip in your head?"
Buffy said. "You're not exactly Bodyguard guy."

"Not even in the Kevin Costner way," Xander said.

"No, but Spike can still fight off demons and vampires," Giles said. "The
group currently targeting Willow. So why don't we all act like adults and
put aside our differences, and try to keep our friend safe?"

Willow blinked, trying to keep up with what was going on. she was about to
head off to her aunt's extremely secluded cabin with the object of her
sexual obsession for an indefinite amount of time? She pinched her arm.
Nope, not a dream.

This was better than any dream she could have come up with.

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

"Pet, wake up," a gentle voice caressed her ear. She stirred a little,
burying her face in the soft leather against her nose. She inhaled deeply,
such a wonderful familiar smell, leather and tobacco.
"Wiiiiilllllooooowww."

Someone was shaking her shoulder. Her eyes popped open. She was in Spike's
car, with her face buried in his shoulder. Her fingers were wrapped around
his arm. She had apparently been there a while. She gasped, sitting up
quickly and whacking her head against the painted-over passenger side
window. "Owww!"

She rubbed the sore spot vigorosly.

"Ahhh!" Spike winced, he bent her head forward to check for a bump. He
rubbed her scalp gently and cupped her cheeks. He seemed to be checking her
pupils for signs of a concussion. "You alright, pet?"

"Nothing hurt but my pride," Willow muttered. She looked through the
peephole scratched through the paint. "We're here."

She opened the car door and stepped into the soft southern California night.
She could smell the pines and cedars that surrounded the cabin and sighed.
Memories of her childhood summers came flooding back to her.

Aunt Dana had been such a sweet old lady. Willow was her only niece and the
closest thing Dana had ever come to a child. She died when Willow was twelve
and left her this house. Willow had always wanted to use it, but her parents
forbade it. Now that she was eighteen, she officially owned it and she could
tell her parents to bugger off... if they were ever around.

Spike opened the car door.

"Nice digs, love," Spike said, looking up at the lovely old cabin. There
were big picture windows and a wraparound porch with scattered rocking
chairs and hanging swings. From the car he could see a huge lake sparkling
in the pale moonlight. "If you're into the outdoorsy thing."

"I'm sorry to impose on you," Willow snorted.

"I'll suffer through it," Spike grinned.

"Just for that, you smoke on the porch," Willow said, pulling her luggage
from the trunk.

"Aww, man!"

Willow unlocked the front door and flicked on the lights.

"Come in," she told him.

Spike cringed, it was like that bloody Martha Stewart threw up all over the
place. It was homey and cozy and perfectly put togther if you were some
bleeding adolescent trying to seduce your virgin teenage girlfriend. Oh,
well, Willow seemed to like it. He could sense the strong connection between
the redhead and this place.

"Where's Daniel bloody Boone?" Spike muttered.

Willow rolled her eyes and led him upstairs.

"That's your room," she said, pointing to the end up of the hall. "I'm right
nexr door."

"Okay," he tossed his duffel bag on the bed and flopped back on the yielding
mattress. He felt under his back and pulled out Willow's worn teddy bear. He
arched an eyebrow.

"You hate it, don't you?" Willow said, wincing.

"No, not really it's just so .... wholesome..."

"Well, get over it, 'cause we're stuck here for a while," she said, sitting
on the edge of the bed. She buried her face in her hands. Spike sat up,
running his hands over her back in soothing circles.

"Shhhh," he whispered. "It'll be alright, love. I'm right here with you.
Nothing will happen."

"I know," she sniffed. Spike's silent heart was breaking, he didn't know how
much longer he could watch Wilow go through this.

"Why don't you go lie down?" he asked. "I could get some of the groceries we
bought out of the car and fix you some hot cocoa."

"Nah," she shook her head. "That's alright. I think I'm just going to go
straight to bed."

"Suit yourself," he shrugged out of his jacket and stretched back on the
bed. "I'll unload the car, on to bed with you."

"Goodnight, Spike," she said.

"Night, Willow."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Willow heard SPike flop back and forth on his matress. The problem with this
cabin was the walls were pretty thin. She stifled a giggled as she heard him
yell "Bloody HELL!" and punch his pillow into shape.
She tossed back her covers. She wondered what would happen if she got up and
went into his bedroom.

(Bad thoughts, Willow, baaaaad thoughts.) She pulled her covers back to her
chin. A few moments passed, she could swear she heard footsteps in the hall,
but her door remained shut. (Besides, she thought, why would Spike come into
my room?)

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

(Go back to bed, you bloody sod. Spike told himself.)

He crept back into his bedroom and shut the door silently. (Willow doesn't
want anything to do with you, you're just her bloody protector. She doesn't
even want to be in the same bloody cabin with you, much less share her bed.)

He flopped back on his bed. A cavalcade of erotic images danced through his
mind. Willow, naked and bathed in his kisses, her lips full and bruised from
proper use. He buried his head in the cool fabric of his pillow.

(Bad thoughts, William the Bloody, baaaad thoughts.)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

(That's it) Willow threw back her covers and stood. (I can't believe he
hasn't come in here and ravished me! What kind of vampire is he anyway!? Am
I not good enough for ravishing?!)

In the next room, Spike groaned and jumped out of bed. (Bloody hell! He was
William the freaking Bloody! Not some prancing Nancy-boy poof. He would just
march over to Willow's room and knock on the door, if she didn't want him,
he'd just have to convince her otherwise.

Willow threw open her door to find Spike standing there. Shirtless. He was
wearing faded old blue jeans and that was about it. the moonlight reflected
off his pale skin giving him an almost ethereal glow. If Willow hadn't known
better, she would have thought he was a fallen angel.

He grinned sheepishly, like a naughty boy with his hand caught in the cookie
jar.

"Willow, er, um, dod you hear a noise just then?"

Her brows creased. "Um, no, I uh, don't have the superhuman hearing
though... so it could have been a noise..."

"I just thought I should check in to see if you're alright," he said,
leaning just a bit closer. "Are you? Alright?"

Her hands reached forward and ran along the cool, smooth skin of his arms.

"I'm going to be." His lips were a whisper away from hers. All she had to do
was lean forward and-

"SPIKE!" a feminine voice howled from downstairs. Spike's eyebrows raised.

"Was that you?" he asked. She shook her head.

They looked over the bannister to see Cordy standing in their doorway.

"Spike!" she cried. "Willow!"

"WHAT THE HELL!?" Spike yelled.

"Willow, invite Angel in," Cordy said. "He's having a hissy."

"Come in, Angel," Willow said, still dazed by Cordy's sudden appearance.

A very unhappy-looking Angel stormed through the front door.

"Spike, what the hell do you think you're doing?!"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"What the hell am I doing here?" Spike yelled. "What the hell are you doing
here?"

"Protecting Willow!" Angel cried.

"Well, so I am I!" Spike shouted.

Cordy rolled her eyes and flopped on the couch. "Sit down, Will, he's been
storing this up since L.A."

Willow grinned and hugged her friend. "Missed you, Cordy."

"Good to see you, too," Cordy grinned.

"You are not here to protect her!" Angel yelled. "You're here to-"

He stopped and looked at the girls seated on the couch. They grinned widely.

"Yes, Angel?" Cordy giggled. "What is he here to do?"

"I'm interested in knowing, too." Willow asked, her smile wide.

"Nevermind," Spike and Angel chorused. They flopped in opposite chairs by
the fireplace and scowled at each other.

"What Angel's trying to say," Cordy laughed. "Is after we got a call from
one of Doyle's old stoolies about the whole 'ransom on your blood' thing, he
called Giles to let him know. He called the next day to check up on you and
'poof' you were gone. Giles told us where you were."

"AND I WAS NOT HAPPY ABOUT IT!" Angel said through gritted teeth.

"Peaches, you said to get her out of town, you didn't say how," Spike
shrugged.

"Well, I probably should have said, 'Get Willow out of town, but DON'T TAKE
HER TO A ROMANTIC SECLUDED CABIN TO SHACK UP WITH HER!" Angel scowled.

"We're not shacked up!" Spike howled. (But not for my lack of trying, poofy,
so get the hell out.)

"Really, Angel, what do you think is going on here?" Willow laughed.

Angel began to speak and bit his lip, sitting back.

"Well, nothing's going on here, Peaches," Spike said, pulling at his sire's
sleeve. "So just hop into you phallically telling car and drive on back to
Hollywoodland."

"We're NOT leaving, Spike, not until we know for sure that Willow's safe,"
Angel said, crossing his arms.

Willow rolled her eyes. "Come on, Cordy, I'll show you where the spare
bedrooms are. Apparently, you're going to be here for a while."
Willow led Cordelia upstairs. "NOT THAT ANYBODY GAVE ME A SAY IN THIS!!"

Cordy giggled as Willow led her into the last door on the right. She jumped
on the bed.

"Poor Willow, swept off into some dark adventure, all cozied up with our
favorite undead blond in Martha's Stewart's weekend getawat, oooooooh, do I
pity you."

Willow laughed and laid down next to her friend.

"And I was getting somewhere with him before you guys stormed in."

Cordy shrugged. "The course of true love never did run smooth."

"Um, Cordy, the object of my desire is 126 years old and without a pulse,
how many freakin' obstacles do I need?"

Cordy giggled. The girls emailed at least once a day lamenting their similar
love lives, or lack thereof.
 

"Speaking of unrequited vampire love, how's the progress with Lord of the
Brood?"

Cordelia groaned and flopped back. "Slower than a three-day stay in Hell.
He's so freaking clueless I could tattoo 'Do Me, Angel' across me breasts
and flash him and he'd warn me about the cold I could catch."

"I should try that," Willow giggled.

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

"So," Spike grinned as he handed Angel a beer. "Everything seems to be
working out just fine."

Angel nodded, taking a sip. "They don't suspect a thing."

"Why would they? Your story was brilliant!" Spike laughed. "A price on
Willow's blood? Shagging Americans. Who do they think they're dealing with?
The mafia?"

"And Cordy was more than willing to come with me when I suggested coming up
here to interupt your little romp like the big brave knight in shining armor
I am."

"Hee hee hee," Spike grinned wickedly. "The things we do to get a little
attention from the women we love. We really are love's bitches, aren't we?"

"And loving it!" Angel grinned.

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

Cordy moaned and she shifted under the radiating heat of the afternoon sun.

"This is sinful," she groaned. Willow reached across the weather wooden
planks of Aunt Dana's boat dock and handed her the tanning lotion. "I never
get this much sunlight in L.A."

"Keeping vampire hours will do that," Willow grinned.

"Could you get my back?" Cordy asked, rolling onto her stomach and slipping
the straps of her tankini top down.

"Sure," Willow set her magick book aside and squeezed some of
coconut-scented lotion into her palm. She gently rubbed the substance into
Cordy's velvety sunwarmed skin. Cordy moaned.

"That feels soooo good," she sighed. Wilow felt a rush of wamrth between her
thighs. Her eyebrows shot up. She was in love with Spike... why was she
getting all hot and bothered over rubbing Cordy's back? Maybe it was the
soft little noises Cordy was making in her throat. Or the way her warm skin
yieled under Willow's touch. All Willow knew was she would probably have to
jump in the lake soon if she didn't stop.

"Thanks," Cordy grinned.

"Welcome," Willow stuttered. "I'm going for a dip."

"'Kay," Cordy laid her head back and began to doze.

Willow took a running start at the clear blue water. She plunged in, gapsing
as she broke the surface again. The cold water overtook her, cooling he
firing nerves. She groaned. This was going to be a very long afternoon.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"What are they doing now?" Spike demanded. "Angel!! Let me see!"

Angel slapped his childe's hands away from the binoculars. It was hard
enough to see the girls through the sheer white curtain that was protecting
them from a fiery horrible death.

"Oh my god, she's turning," Angel gasped as Cordy shifted, giving him a
beautiful shot down the front of her suit. "Where were the girls like her
two hundred years ago?"

"In convent schools," Spike snatched the spy-glasses away and peered through
the curtain. "Sweet merciful heavens, Willow's rubbing her back. Ohhhhhhhh."

Angel chuckled at his childe. "Be careful, or they'll hear you from there."

"If it means they'll come up here, topless, to investigate a strannge noise,
I'm willing to risk it." Spike grinned.

"Spike, this is Willow and Cordelia we're talking about here, not scary B
movie bimbos." Angel laughed.

"A vampire can dream, can't he?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Do you realize Spike and Angel have been staring out the window with
binoculars for the past hour?" Willow asked, not looking up from her book.
She had come out of the water a few moments before, when the tingling
subsided.

"Yup," Cordy grinned. "Thank god for curtains."

"Maybe we should go up there and torture them," Willow giggled. "You know,
prance around the house half-dressed, feed each other grapes, that sort of
thing."

"Tee hee," Cordy laughed wickedly. "What if I just do this?"

She leaned forward and burshed her lips across Willow's chilled, purpled
lips. Willow gasped and shrank back.

Cordy just kissed her. The thought bounced around her head for a moment.
Cordy just kissed her.

She tangled her fingers in Cordy's hair and pulled the brunette's lips to
hers. They heard a shriek and turned as the curtain was pulled away from the
window. Two pale bodies jumped out of the sunlight.

Cordy grinned. "That'll teach 'em to spy on us."

"Yeah," Willow laughed shakily. "That'll teach 'em."

What just happened here? she wondered.

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

"If I didn't know any better," Cordy giggled as Angel poured her another
Rattlesnake. "I'd say you guys were trying to get us drink!"

"I think you mean drunk!" Willow hooted.

"THAT, TOO!" Cordy cried.

"If you didn't know any better," Angel chuckled. Angel winked at his
childe, the low lamplight reflecting the bottomless depths of his eyes.

Willow took another shot and rolled listlessly into Spike's lap, giggling
like crazy. Her face flushed a beautiful pink as she struggled to sit up.
All the squirming was making Spike's jeans just a tad uncomfortable.

"Maybe you should just stay there for a bit, pet," he moaned.

"Ohhhhh, Spikey," Willow giggled. "You're cheating. You're not drinking!"

"Girly chocolate drinks aren't quite my style, pet." Spike snorted. "Why
don't you just put some vodka in a Yoohoo?"

"Well, what if we motivated you?" Cordy asked.

"What do you mean?" Angel asked.

"We could play Truth or Dare!" Willow crowed. "It won't be a slumber party
without it!"

"This is a slumber party?" Spike asked.

"Wait a minute!" Angel said shaking his head. "No one's getting me to freeze
my very expensive silk underwear or make out with Spike!"

"You didn't mind a century ago, Peaches," spike grumbled, sipping his beer.

"That was then, this is now," Angel shrugged.

"Tease," Spike muttered.

"We can play Truth or Drink!" Willow cried. "You have to answer an
embarassing question or take a shot."

"Okay," Spike grinned.

"I'll go first!" Willow said. "cordelia?"

"Yeah, Willow?"

"When you kissed me earlier, why didn't you slip me the tongue?"

Spike nearly choked on his beer.

"Did I not do it right?" Cordy asked, feigning hurt.

"NO!" Willow cried. "If you're going to kiss me, at least do it right!"

Cordy stroked the redhead's cheeks tenderly as she claimed the girl's mouth.
Spike and Angel shifted uncomfortably as they watched Cordy's tongue slide
between Willow's lips. Spike winked at his sire, this had definite
possibilities.

"Better?" Cordy asked, pulling away from Willow.

"Much," Willow grinned.

Cordy kissed her again. "My turn. Spike."

"Uh-huh?" Spike hoped desperately his question could be answered liked
Willow's.

"What's the wildest thing Angelus ever did to you in bed?" Cordy grinned.
Angel's jaw dropped.

"Spike, don't you dare!"

"Well, he did this 'thing' with his tongue. I couldn't really tell you, I'd
have to show you," he grinned wickedly.

"OOOoooh!" Willow giggled. "Me first!"

"Okay," Spike laid her across his lap. He kissed her lips gently at first,
then deepening this kiss until Willow's breath was coming in short bursts.
She moaned, Spike kissed a trail to her ear and flicked his tongue over the
lobe like a snake. She gasped.

"Wait a minute," Cordy grimaced. "That's it?! A century
s worth of sexual experience with one of the kinkiest vampires in history-"

"HEY!" Angel cried.

"Sorry, Angel, but it's true, I looked it up," COrdy continued. "And the
best thing he did to you was lick your ear?"

"He wasn't licking my ear, love," Spike winked.

"Oooooh," the girls chorused.

"My turn," Spike said, turning to Willow. "Willow."

"Yes, spike," Willow giggled.

"How do you like it?"

"Spike, I've never had it. How would I know how I like it?"

"You know what I mean," he whispered huskily. "When you're thinking about
it. When you're lying alone in your little dorm room bed, thinking of me.
What am I doing? Am I moving deep inside you, making you scream my name as I
plunge in and out of you? Or am I scraping my fangs across your clit?
Brushing my tongue over parts of you no man has touched before?"

Willow exhaled raggedly. "The tongue and fang thing."

"GAME OVER!" SPike exclaimed. He got up and began pulling Willow to her
feet.

"But I haven't asked a question yet!" Angel said.

"I'll make it up to you, later," Cordy said. She whispered. "Go upstairs,
I'll see you in the airquote morning."

"Okay," he said.

"I'll be in your room in five minutes," Willow whispered.

Angel and Spike nearly fell over themselves trying to get up the stairs.
Willow and Cordy nearly collapsed laughing.

"Can you believe they think we're drunk already?" Willow giggled.

"I know!" Cordy laughed. "Who do they think they're dealing with? A couple
of Shirley Temple guzzling sorority bimboes?"

"We grew up on the Hellmouth for goodness sake!" Willow said. "Don't they
know and Slayer drinking games?"
 

Spike lay on his bed, twitching with anticipation. WIllow had said she would
be in here any minute. That was twenty minutes ago. He sat up.

He moved to the door, listening for sounds in the hall. He heard noises, but
not of Willow walking down the hall. He peered out of the door.

In front of his bedroom door, Cordy was straddling Willow's stomach, raining
kisses down her face and neck. Spike's jaw dropped. Bloody hell! He didn't
know whether to stop them or go make popcorn.

Willow moaned as Cordy slipped two fingers in her slick wet folds. She
reached up and pulled the brunette's panties down, marvelling at how soaked
they were. SHE had caused that? She had never given much thought to her
feelings for Cordy. She had always thought Cordelia was beautiful, but she
had never thought it was more than that.

She slipped a finger inside Cordelia, who cried out into her mouth.
Cordelia's lips traveled to Willow's breasts, licking and teasing the
hardened coral nipple.

Willow rolled, pushing Cordy to the floor. With lustful force, she slid two
more fingers inside the brunette, thrusting and teasing against her clit.
Cordy groaned, bucking up against Willow's palm.

Angel's door opened. His eyes fell on the erotic display on the hallway
floor. He gasped and nearly fell over. Spike caught his eyes and pressed a
finger to his lips. Angel cock strained against his boxers as he watched the
girls play. Cordy came to a screaming climax in minutes. She sat up, pushing
Willow back, and kissed the length of the girl's body.

Her tongue teased Willow's clit. The redhead's fingers tangled into Cordy's
hair, pushing her face against her slit.

"CORDELIA!!" she cried as her juices flowed over the brunette's cheeks and
lips.

Cordy grinned, licking Willow's hipbones, her navel, the valley between her
breasts. She kissed the redhead, letting her taste herself on COrdy's lips.

"Love you," Cordy grinned.

"Love you, too." Willow licked Cordy's pulsepoint.

Spike knelt next to the girls prone forms. He kissed Willow's cheek and bent
to Cordy's neck.

"Mind if we play?"
 
 

Spike knelt, licking an icy path down the length of Willow's spine.
She moaned against Cordy's sweat-sheened skin. Angel hovered over Cordelia's
lips, whispering his desires against them.

Cordy wrapped her arms around his neck and let him lift her into the
bedroom. Spike followed suit with Willow wrapped about his waist. Willow
titled Cordy's chin and ran her tongue along the outline of her mouth as
they were laid side by side. Spike and Angel struggled out of their clothes,
occasionally colliding arms and elbows. Angel nailed Spike right in the eye.
Spike yelped. Instinctively, Angel reached out to cup his childe's face
between his palms to survey the damage.

Spike heaved as his sire inspected his face. His cock surged to rigid life
as the familiar chocolate brown eyes took in the details of his face.

"Miss me, sire?" he asked.

"Desperately," Angel nodded, his voice husky and sincere. He leaned in and
claimed his childe's mouth. "You have always been mine. You always will be."

Spike grinned. He had his sire back.

"And what about us?" Willow asked, biting her lip. She sat up, kissing
Angel's chest.

"You belong to whoever you choose," he said, smiling and kissing the redhead
deeply.

"Then I choose to belong to Cordelia," Willow grinned, turning to the
brunette and kissing her. Angel's face fell. She grinned up at the vampires.
"And to Spike."

She kissed the blonde vampire. "And to you."

She buried her fingers in his hair and invaded Angel's mouth with her
tongue.

"Nobody's in charge here," she said firmly, looking deep in his eyes.

He nodded slowly. She grinned brightly. "Good, now we can play."

"Goodie," Cordy grinned, holding Spike's chin in her palm and kissing him
rather naughtily. Spike moaned into her mouth, cupping her ass and squeezing
her against his rock-hard erection. Codry pulled him back on the bed. Willow
rolled over, kissing her friend and Spike slid into her slick wet warmth.
Cordy cried out in Willow's mouth as Spike stretched and filled her.

Angel knelt behind Willow, slipping two fingers into her, matching Spike's
deliberately slow thrusts. Willow's head jerked back as Angel's thumb brush
across her sensitized clit. As she caressed Spike's face, Cordy's other hand
snaked down the redhead's body, cupping her breast. Angel poised his cock at
Willow's entrance watching as Cordy rolled Willow's nipples between her
fingers. As Cordy pinched them, he thrust into her, Willow screamed in
agonized pleasure.

Sped on by Spike's quicker, deeper thrusts and the sound of Willow's
building climax, Cordy began to clench and tighten around Spike's cock. He
moaned as she grew tighter. He could feel his orgasm building at the base of
his spine. He had never envisioned poised, cool-headed Cordelia like this-
writhing and warm under his touch. He reached down to kiss her, she
welcomed his tongue as he delved into her mouth. She gasped as her orgasm
washed through her. She clenched around him as he thrust into her one last
time. His cold seed flooding her. He collapsed over her body.

Willow soon sank against the mattress, panting and spent. Angel's thumb
writhed over her clit as he thrust into her. She arched up again, building
towards another orgasm. She screamed renewed release as Angel fell against
her. He kissed her shoulder as they rolled towards Spike and Cordy.

Willow kissed Spike.

"I'll belong to you whenever you're ready," she said, grinning.

"I'm ready now, insatiable little witch."

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

"You are bad evil men," Cordelia pouted. "We just want you to know this."

"Awww, baby, we're demons, it's to be expected," Spike grinned, popping a
strawberry between the brunette's plump, passion-bruised lips.

"I just can't believe you tricked us into coming up here by telling Willow
there was a price on her blood," Cordy said. "That's just wrong!"

Angel grabbed her ankle and kissed the grumpy brunette's instep. The vamps
had finally fessed up in a moment of post-coital weakness. Now the foursome
was lounging about in front of the fireplace, placing well-planned kisses on
the spots they might have missed- if that was even possible.

"Oh, Cordy, lay off," Willow giggled. "Boys, we have something to confess.
We knew about your little scheme all along. We just wanted to be up here
alone with you."

"You little-" Angel grabbed the back of Willow's neck and pressed her mouth
to his.

"You KNEW!?" Spike demanded.

Cordy shrugged.

"You knew?" he gasped.

"Yelp!" Cordy cried. She launched her body off the floor and ran for the
front door. Spike chased after. Willow rolled away from Angel and followed
them down the moonlit path toward the lake.

Cordy and Spike dove in head-first, soon breaking the surface entwined and
kissing passionately. Willow dove in beside them, paddling over to the pair.
Spike caressed Willow's cheeks between his palms and pressed both girls'
mouths to his. Angel swam up under them, pinching Cordy's rump mercilessly
as he broke the surface.

"You girls forgot something very important about vampires," Angel said.

"What's that?" Cordy asked, twining her arms around the dark vampire's
corded neck.

"We don't have to breathe," Spike said, wriggling his eyebrows as his lips
made a path down Willow's neck and under the water. His eager lips clamped
around her distended clit. She threw her head back and cried out. Cordy
clutched Willow's hair, pulling the girl's lips to her own as Angel treated
her to the same pleasure.

"This was a good idea," Cordy grinned.
 

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