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"Buffy," Willow groaned. "Buffy, stop yelling."

Cordy rolled her eyes and flipped the page of her magazine as she sat at her
desk in the office. Willow had been round and round with Buffy like this for
an hour. The Slayer was not reacting well to the news of Willow and Spike
moving. He and Angel had driven down to Sunnydale at sundown to get their
things from Willow's parents' house. They would be back before morning.

The redhead thought it would have been better to explain the move
face-to-face, but Spike wanted a clean break. No messy scenes to contend
with.

Willow had called Giles the moment he was due back from London. He was
really quite supportive. He knew how much Spike loved her and how fervently
Willow returned his love.

"A change of scenery is exactly what you need, Willow," Giles had said
pensively. "It's time you get away from the Hellmouth. Lord knows you've
done more than your share. And I'm sure Angel could use your help. Cordelia
can't be of much use."

"I'm sure Angel would disagree," Willow had laughed. She didn't want to
break the news about Angel and Cordy just yet, she was afraid Buffy would
drive to L.A. and stake them all, undead or otherwise. Giles promised to
call if he need anything, from stopping the Apocalypse to a pep talk.

"Buffy!" Willow cried. "I'm not some clueless little girl! I know exactly
what I'm getting into. I'm leaving the hellmouthiest place on Earth to live
with the man I love. DON'T YOU CALL SPIKE THAT! You are such a baby! Buffy-
Buffy- I'm not a quitter! I'll still be fighting evil, just in a different
place! Buffy-AAARGGH."

She slammed down the phone.

"She hang up again?" Cordy asked, not looking up. Willow flopped down on the
couch and screamed into a pillow. "I'll take that as a yes."

"WHY?" Willow cried, sitting up. "Why does it have to be so damn hard for
me? why can't I just say, 'Screw off, Slayer.' and then scamper off to live
in sin with my undead mate?"

"Hmmm, Sally Jesse had a show on that exact topic just last week...." Cordy
grinned.

"Arrrghhhhhhhhhh," Willow groaned.

"Oh, Come on, Wills," Cordy said, moving from behind her desk. "Let's go
down to the apartment and drown our sorrows in a tub of Ben and Jerry
Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough-oohhhhh!"

Cordy collapsed to the floor.

"Viissssiiioonnn," Cordy groaned. Willow helped Cordy up to the couch and
got her a glass of water. When the shooting pain subsided, Cordy leaned
back.

"If I ever see Doyle in the afterlife, I'm going to beat the shit out of him
with a snow shovel," she growled. "Stupid powers that be."

"What did you see?" Willow asked.

"There's a young girl," Cordy said, rubbing her temples. "16, 17, in a vamp
club downtown, shabby little hole in the wall near 'Submission' only it's
not as cuddly. They're going to hurt her so bad.... and she doesn't even
know. She has no clue."

"Okay, calm down, sweetie," Willow stroked her cheeks affectionately. "We'll
get to her in time. So you had the vision, what's next? We send up the
Angel-signal and he comes jetting back to help us?"

Cordy glared at her.

"Okay, so we're on our own on this one," Will shrugged.

"I've never done one of these on my own before," Cordy said, her voice a
little shaky.

"It can't be that hard," Willow said. "Really, what do we need Angel and
Spike for?"

Cordy shrugged. "Umm, invincibility, superhuman strength and the ability to
leap buildings in a single bound?"

"You are so not helping," Willow glared.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"This is it?" Willow said. All there was was a black metal door in the
middle of what seemed to be an abandoned building.

"We said that last time," Cordy reminded her. "So what now?"

"We find an open window and break in on them Batman-style?" Willow
suggested.

"I'm thinking something a liiiiitle more subtle," Cordy said. She knocked on
the eye-level sliding door. All secret clubs seem to have one. It popped
open, a pair of glowing yellow eyes appeared. Cordy shoved Willow in front
of her.

"Private club," the doorman growled.

"Even for the pets of Angelus and Spike?" Cordy said, her voice tinged with
a naughty tone. She wound her arm around Willow and winked. They certainly
looked the part of vampire-kept women. Rather tight, low cut tops and the
pre-requisite leather pants and long black coats.

"Yeah, right," the disembodied golden eyes rolled. Then they lit on the
small silver disk at Willow's neck- Spike's mark. "I'm so sorry, ladies.
Please, come in."

"Enjoy yourselves," he kissed both of their hands. "And you have my personal
guarantee, no harm shall come to you as long as you are within these walls."

"Good to know," Cordy nodded. They walked into the club. It was definitely
less charming than Submission. And more exclusive, there was a very sparse
crowd. Loud techno music blaring as vamped-out dancers writhed in leather
and chains. If Willow wasn't trying to look tough, she would have quaking in
her thigh-high boots.

"Do you see her?" Willow whispered.

"Uh-huh," Cordy nodded to the corner where a blonde teenager was trying to
hard to impress her obviously vampiric escort. "Twenty bucks says she's from
the Valley."

They made their way over to the girl's table. Cordy winked at the vampire, a
naughty smirk plastered across her lips.

"Mind if we borrow your date?" she asked, licking her lips. The vamp spotted
Willow's pendant. He grinned evilly. This should be interesting. Spike's
little plaything wanted to have a little fun with his dinner.

He nodded. The girl protested as they led her out onto the floor. Willow
wrapped her arm around her waist.

"What is your name?" Willow asked.

"Terri," the blonde said, her face twisted in irritation. "What the hell are
you doing?"

"You are in some very deep shit here, Terri," Cordy said, grinding against
the girl for the vamps' benefit. Willow's jaw dropped as Cordy's fingers
brushed against her ass. She quickly recovered and stroked Cordy's cheek. An
unexpected warmth spread through Willow.

"We're going to get out of here," Willow said.

"I'm not leaving," Terri whined. "Do you know how hard it is for a
16-year-old to get into a club?"

"Do you have ANY idea where the hell you are?" Cordy hissed. "Have you
noticed that NOBODY here has a reflection?"

"What are you talking about?!" Terri demanded.

"Shhh!" Willow hissed. The vamps around them danced obliviously. "Keep
dancing."

Suddenly, Willow felt a hand roughly clapped against her leather-clad ass.
It was Terri's date. Willow glared back at him. He must be very young, she
thought, an older vamp would know better than to touch what was Spike's.

He ground against Willow, brushing her coat out of the way. His hand bumped
against a stake strapped to her waist.

"What the hell?!" he shouted. He grabbed Willow's chin and snapped her neck
back. "What's going on here?"

"Get your hands off of her!"Cordy pushed Terri out of the way and pulled a
cross from inside her coat. The vamp dropped Willow to the floor and hissed.
Willow coughed and rubbed her throat. The dancers around them morphed into
game face. Terri screamed bloody murder. Willow bounced to her feet. She put
her hand to the vamp's chest. A stake singing out of her sleeve from it's
spring-loaded cuff on her wrist. He burst into a little coud of dust.

"That was subtle?" Willow asked.

"Lecture me later!" Cordy cried as the crowd of vampires closed in around
them. Willow whipped a cross of out of her coat. The vampires backed away
slightly. Willow seized the opportunity to pull a flashlight out of a
holster strapped to her thigh.

"A flashlight," a brunette vampire snarled. "What's that supposed to do?"

"Ever wanted a tan?" Willow grinned, flipping the switch. A beam of
ultra-violet light shot out of the bulb, burning a path through any vamp it
touched, including the bartender. "A lot like direct sunlight, isn't it?"

The vampires scattered, but Cordy caught most of them with the holy
water/essence of garlic mixture she was shooting from the super-soaker she
had sewn into her coat. They were falling to the floor in sizzling heaps.
She made mental note to thank Angel for making her sew all those extra
pockets in the lining.

"What the FUCK do you think you're doing?" the doorman bellowed. "I told you
you had my protection!"

"Who's going to protect you from us?" Cordy asked, soaking him in holy
water.

He burst into flames.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"How could any girl be that stupid?" Cordy asked as she set her keys on the
table. She and Willow had just arrived hom from driving Terri home. "By the
way, you owe me $20, she was from the Valley."

"Put it on my tab," Willow said, grunting as she stretched her sore back
muscles. "Ewww, I'm never going to get the smell of acrid burning flesh out
of this coat. By the way, dibs on the shower."

"Damn," Cordy spat. "But be quick about it, all I want is to pass out at
this point."

Willow showered quickly and slipped into her pajamas. She looked from the
couch to Angel's bed. Hard uncomfortable couch.... big comfy bed. Couch....
bed. Couch lost out to bed.

She curled up on Angel's side and pulled the covers up to her chin.

"Just a few minutes," she mumbled. "Cordy comes out of the shower, back to
the couch. Stupid couch. Gotta get us a bed."

With that she drifted off. Cordy came out of the bathroom. She saw the
rumpled form under her sheets and grinned.

Poor Willow. Taking out an entire club full of vampires was enough to tire
anybody out. The little redhead had really amazed her. She had been almost
Buffy-like in her fighting abilities. She shuddered. The last thing they
needed was another Buffy.

She pulled the covers back and slid under them. She tucked them under
Willow's chin and kissed her flame-red hair affectionately.

"G'Night," she whispered.

"'Night," Willow mumbled.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Spike and Angel practically ran into the apartment. They had been antsy for
the last hour of the ride home, annoying the hell out of each other. Spike
panicked when he saw that Willow wasn't asleep on the couch.

"Willow!" he called, scrambling around the apartment.

"Shhh," Angel whispered. "In here."

He led Spike into the bedroom, where Willow and Cordy were fast asleep.
Cordy's arms were around Willow, who was snuggled against Cordy's breasts.
Both girls looked absolutely contented.

"Well, that's new," Spike's eyebrows arched. Angel grinned at him. He sat
carefully on the bed and kissed the back of Cordy's neck.

Cordy blinked awake. She smiled at her angel and kissed him.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi," he whispered. "I see you missed me terribly."

She giggled. "Willow got tired of the couch."

"I see that," Spike grumbled. He slid in behind Willow and nuzzled her neck.

"Spike!" Willow grinned as she woke, wrapping her arms around him.

"Morning, pet," he kissed her. "We have a little surprise for you."

"'Kay." she sat up slowly. Spike threw a robe over rather scanty pajamas.
Cordy and Angel and Spike followed her as she shuffled into the living room.

"Well, I see you're still a morning person," a familiar voice chuckled.

"XANDER!" Willow cried, throwing her arms around her old friend. "What are
you doing here?"

"Not everyone feels like Buffy," Xander said. "I just wanted to show my
support."

"We were in full support of his support," Spike said.

"You were in full support of me helping you move Willow's dresser," Xander
snorted.

~~~~~~~~~

"SO," Angel asked, scooping more pancakes on Willow's plate. Angel had
agreed to fix breakfast as payment for Xander helping with Willow's stuff.
At the moment, it was all stored in office broom closet. "What did you girls
do while were gone?"

"Nothing," the girls chorused.

"Absolutely nothing," Cordy grinned. "Can I have some more syrup, sweets?"

"So, you did what, Sandra Bullock movies, ice cream, bitching about your
horny vampy boyfriends that sort of thing?" Spike asked, sipping blood from
a warmed mug. Xander was silently devouring his fourth pancake in three
minutes. "Try chewing, Xander, you'll hurt yourself."

"Exactly," Willow said. "We didn't even go out, did we, Cordy?"

"Venture out into the dark scary city without our big manly protectors?"
Cordy grinned mischviously. Are you kidding?"

"Why do I get the feeling they're not telling us something?" Angel said, his
eyebrow arched.

"Because they aren't," Xander said, this is the tone of voice they used to
use after the countless slumber parties they never invited me to... or had
the presence of mind to video tape."

~~~~~~~~~~~

"Are you sure you have to leave so soon, Xander?" Willow asked. She squinted
in the bright afternoon light outside of their building. She didn't realize
how being a vampire-mate had influenced her hours. She could barely stand
the sunlight.

He nodded. "I'd better be going. Anya's going to worry."

"I can't believe you actually moved out of your basement," Willow grinned.

"I can't believe I'm not going to be able to walk down the street and just
see you any more," he squeezed her hand. "I can't believe you're living in
sin with your vampire boyfriend. In L.A., no less. My mom was right, you are
trouble."

"As opposed to you, who's living in sin with his ex-demon girlfriend over an
occult book shop?" Willow grinned.

"Point taken," he laughed. Suddenly his face softened. "I'm going to miss
you, Will."

"I'll miss you, too," she said, hugging him fiercely. "You come visit
whenever you want."

"Count on it," he smiled. He walked toward his car. "Who knows, if Buffy
gets on my nerves too much, maybe I'll just run away, too. Become a part of
your big vampire love commune."

She giggled and waved as he drove away. "Love commune?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Did you notice what I noticed?" Spike asked. He and Angel were in the
living room, waiting for Willow to come back up. Cordy had gone back to bed.
She seemed completely exhausted.

"Willow and Cordy did more than just watch videos and eat ice cream while we
were gone," Angel said.

"Well...yes, but that's not it," Spike shook his head. He checked to make
sure the bedroom door was shut. "When we came in, Willow and Cordelia looked
pretty, er, comfy."

"Yeah...so," Angel shrugged. Spike raised his eyebrows. Angel shook his
head. "Nooooo... they couldn't possibly.....do you think?"

"Not a bad mental image," Spike wriggled his eyebrows. "Is it?"

"Spike, you couldn't possibly be suggesting...." A myriad of carnal images
spun through his mind. He shuddered. Could it even be possible? If Cordelia
and Willow became involved, did that mean he and Spike had free will as
well? He had to admit, he missed his childe. He loved Cordelia more than his
own unlife, but his bond with Spike was unbreakable. Could it be possible
that he could have to best of both worlds? Suddenly an image of Willow
beneath him, with fingers twisted in his hair and wet warmth stretched tight
around him, flashed before his eyes. He gasped.

"Do you think?" Angel asked.

"Worth a try," Spike shrugged, grinning. "Miss me, sire?"

"Let's talk," Angel said.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Willow!" Cordy cried. "That is a very complex and delicate system you're
messing with there!"

"Cordy, sweetness," Willow clutched two bunches of invoices and held them
up. The girls had decided that Willow would take over running the
office.Cordy would help out a little but, but now her focus would be
improving Angel Investigations' public relations. Like the fact that they
didn't have any.

Willow grinned. "Filing the Peterson expense report under 'G' for guy with
bad hairpiece does not a filing system make.

Cordy laughed. She was so happy to finally have another woman around the
office, especially Willow. They had developed such a close bond over the
last few weeks. Cordy couldn't imagine a life without her. Or Spike for that
matter.

Despite her doubt to the contrary, she really like the blonde vampire. He
was so sweet to Willow. And funny. She had never laughed so hard as when he
told the story about Angelus getting the crap kicked out of him by a
shapeshifting demon he had mistaken for a Girl Scout.

The fact that the badass Brit was sexy as hell didn't hurt either. She
wondered what he looked like out of those skintight black jeans. She snapped
herself out of her dirty musings.

"Okay," she said. "So as a Gal Friday I make a good omlette chef.. or maybe
not an omlette chef because that would involve a lot of moist heat that
would just wreak havoc on my skin-"

"Cordy," Willow grunted. "The point, please."

"The point is, that I may suck at being office girl, but I will put the
relations back in public relations- wait, that's not what I meant...."
Cordy's brow creased. Luckily, Angel swooped into the room to save her from
her own verbal blunder.

"Evening, sweet," he murmured against her cheek. "What are you girls up to?"

"Well, Cordy was just explaining her strategies for how she was going to
improve Angel Investigations' 'relations' with the public," Willow smirked.

Angel's brow creased. Cordy glared at her.

"Um, where's Spike?" Cordy asked.

"Downstairs, actually," Angel said. "He needs your help with something."

"That was characteristically cryptic," Cordy rolled her eyes. "Will, I told
you we're going to have to work on that."

Willow laughed. Cordy walked out the door towards the apartment's private
elevator.

"What was all that about?" Willow asked.

"Just a little surprise for you," Angel winked. "And that's all you're
getting out of me."

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

"Spike?" Cordy called. She entered the darkened apartment.

"I'm back here," Spike called from the bedroom. Cordy raised her eyebrows.
(Okay is there some sort of dirty thought genie up there? she wondered.)

She walked back to bedroom. A cornocopia of lingerie was spread across the
bedspread.

"What the heck?" Cordy grinned. "Spikey, are you planning on admitting your
true passion for ladies' undies?"

"Not quite, pet," he chuckled. Did he leave off his shirt for my benefit?
she wondered. She couldn't help but notice how beautifully his skin
reflected the soft light of Angel's antique lamp. "I was wondering if I
could get your opinion on something.

"The red satin nightie will make you look slutty," Cordy said.

"Cute," he glared. "Seriously, Cordelia, come here."

He held up a small bottle of deep amber liquid. "Tell me what you think of
this."

He dabbed a bit on her wrists and blew on it gently. Cordelia fought to keep
her eyelids from flapping like window shades. (Bad thoughts, Cordelia Chase.
Bad thought's to be having about your boyfriend's childe.)

She sniffed her wrists. A heavenly aroma overtook her senses. Deep and rich
with musky overtones. It was dark and delicious, not too sweet. Just right.
She sighed.

"That's really nice," she sighed. "Is it for Willow?"

He nodded. "Now that Daddy has me on a weekly allowance for helping him with
the business, I can afford to get Willow some nice things. Now, I know the
perfume's okay. But what about these?"

He nodded toward the bed covered in lace and satin and silk in a hundred
hues. He held up a thigh-length cobalt blue satin gown with spaghetti
straps.

"What do you think Willow would look like in this?" he asked. Suddenly an
image of Willow in that gown flashed through Cordy's head. And not in a
"head-splitting vision" sort of way. It was erotic and almost fulfilling in
itself. She was suddenly filled with this overwhelming desire to see Willow.

In many different positions. She took in a ragged breath.

"What about this one?" Spike asked, he held up a knee length deep scarlet
gown with a slit up to the hip. Cordy braced herself against the foot of the
bed. She felt like she was hyperventilating. It was like she standing in the
middle of a tornado filled with erotic images of Willow.

"It's nice..." she breathed, biting her lip.

"Actually, I think it might be too dark for her," Spike said, considering
her body for a moment. "It' would probably look better on you anyway. Why
don't you try it on?"

He pressed it in her hand. She knew she would do just that.

"Would you mind stowing this stuff away before Willow comes back?" he asked.
"I'll run upstairs and let you slip into that."

She sat on the bed, her legs quaking. He poked his head back in the door.

"And, pet, thanks for your help." he winked at her. He jogged back to the
elevator, whistling a happy tune.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The moment Spike left the office, Angel beckoned Will into his office to
show her a gift he had gotten for Cordy.

"What's this?" she asked.

"It's perfume," he said. "I had it made especially for Cordy, I just wanted
to know if you thought it's her."

He dabbed a bit at her neck and wrists. The heady scent quickly filled her
mind. It was delicious and sophisticated, definitely Cordy. In fact, images
of Cordy began to fill Willow's mind. Her dark hair. Beautiful liquid coal
eyes.

She nodded slowly. "You've captured her."

"Wonderful," Angel grinned. He could smell her arousal in radiant waves. It
would only be a matter of time.

"I'm going into the... next room.... to sit down," she stammered. She bumped
into every piece of furniture on her way out.

Spike came through the door.

"Hi, baby," he kissed her cheek. She drew him into a deep dueling kiss. He
pulled back reluctantly. "Um, wow.... oh, yeah, Cordy's asking for you.
She's waiting downstairs."

Willow nodded a little too eagerly and dashed for the hall. Spike grinned at
his fleeing redhead. He flopped down on the couch in Angel's office.

"They very well may stake us both if they find out what we did," he said.
"But what a way to go...."

"Nah, Circe promised me the mixture was a true passion spell," Angel said.
The custom blended perfume had set him back a pretty penny. "They won't do
anything they haven't thought about before. If nothing
happens... nothing lost."

"But on the otherhand....." Spike grinned.
 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~``
Willow entered the dark apartment. She could smell Cordy's scent all around
her, seeping in through her
pores. She heard a soft moan from the bedroom. Her brow creased as she
quietly crept to the door.

Cordy was lying on the bed, sheathed in deep scarlet gown. A rainbow of silk
and satin lay beneath her as
writhed on the bed. Her face was flushed and beading with perspiration.
Willow followed the lines of her
her arms, Cordy keened again as she slipped a finger between her thighs.
Willow's eyes widened. She
ducked away from the door, gasping for air.

(Run, run for the door and forget you ever saw that, Willow commanded
herself. Move your feet,
Rosenberg!)

"Willow," Cordy moaned from the next room. Willow's eyebrows shot up. She
peaked around the
doorframe.

"Willow," Cordy panted again, her hand moving faster and deeper. Her eyes
were squeezed shut as she
came. "Willow."

Willow's jaw dropped. Cordy was thinking of HER? She stepped silently into
the room. She crept close to
the bed, standing over the woman calling out her name. Before she could stop
herself, she reached out and
slid her hand over Cordy's knees. Her fingers caressed Cordy's smooth skin.
Cordy's eyes flew open.

She flushed deep red as she realized Willow had heard everything. Then she
realized.... she didn't care.
She reached for Willow's hand and guided it up her thigh, till it found her
dripping core. Willow slipped a
finger between her slick folds, making a slight flipping motion as she
entered. Cordy moaned, her head
thrown back. She rocked her hips forward, relishing the feel of the silks
beneath her heated skin. Willow
leaned in, flicking her tongue between Cordy's lips.

Cordy's tongue wrapped around hers, filling Willow's mouth. Willow slid the
strap of cordy's gown down,
she sucked Cordy's rock hard nipple in her mouth, lashing it with her
tongue. Cordy cried out. Willow
added another finger. She used a tickling motion Spike had taught her. Cordy
grabbed Willow's wrist and
held it there.

"Make me cum," she begged, claiming Willow's mouth. She slid her hand up
Willow's skirt and ripped
her panties away. Willow moaned as Cordy finger's found her swollen clit.

"Willow..." she moaned.

"Cordelia," Willow whispered as she came. She girls collapsed, sated,
wallowing in the deep pile of
lingerie.

"I love you," Cordy whispered, kissing Willow's temple.

"I love you," Willow, tipped up her chin and claimed her mouth again.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"How do you think it's going down there?" Spike asked.

Angel shrugged. "But I really wished I could see."

Spike grinned and sauntered over to him. "Getting a little frustrated,
sire?"

He ran finger along Angel's cheek. Angel cradled his against his cheek and
kissed Spike's palm.

"I missed you," he said.

"Missed you, too."

"I hope this works out," Spike said. "Otherwise we're in for an eternity of
mind-blowing sexual
frustration."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"How are we going to tell the boys?" Willow asked. Cordy kissed the lines
of her collarbone.

"Ohhh, I don't think they're going to be upset," she murmured against
Willow's pale skin.

"Hmm?"

"Well, the perfume, the lingerie, sudden fluxes of lust," Cordy said,
pulling Willow's coral nipple between
her lips and rolling it. She kissed the valley between Willow's breasts. "I
smell a lust spell."

"Those bastards." Willow moaned.

"We'll can punish them," Cordy suggested, kissing Willow's inner thigh.

"Punish them later," Willow sighed. "Punish me now."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 

"They've been there an awful long time," Spike said, checking his watch for
the fourth time in three minutes.

"Maybe we should go check on them," Angel suggested, a very innocent
expression plastered on his face. Spike grinned. The two raced to the door,
fighting each other for who could get to the apartment faster. The opened
the door, both aniticipating the carnal scene to come.

The door swung open to reveal... Cordy and Willow sitting on the couch
reading magazines.

"Wha-huh?" Spike stuttered. Willow looked up from her Cosmo. She was wearing
the cobalt blue gown Cordy had insisted she put on. Cordy was dressed in the
scarlet. They were stretched casually across the couch, their feet propped
up on the coffee table.

"Hi," Willow said, grinning widely. "Spike, honey, what's wrong?"

Angel's brow creased. The scent of the perfume was too strong for him pick
the smell of sex. He was sure the girls would be making love. Sure of it.
But here they were reading magazines like they were waiting in the doctor's
office. He cursed inwardly. The spell hadn't brought anything to the
surface. The girls just didn't feel that way about each other.

"Well, we just didn't know what had happened to you," Spike stammered. "You
were gone for so long..."

"Oh, well," Willow winced as if she had been caught red-handed. "Cordy
slipped up, she didn't put the lingerie up in time. I saw all of it. It's
really beautiful, thank you."

"Your welcome, pet, but that's all...?"

Damn, Spike thought, what a lost opportunity.

"Well, except for the part where we had mind-blowing sex," Willow shrugged.

"I KNEW IT!" Angel crowed. "I knew you two were attracted to each other!"

"You got us," Cordy grinned slyly. "What can we say? Your little experiment
worked. Throw two girls who want each other together with some enchanted
perfume and a bunch of lingerie... and bam, instant dirty fashion show."

Spike's cock jumped to attention at the thought.

"So... where do we go from here?" Spike asked. Bedroom bedroom bedroom
bedroom, he begged.

"Well, we're going to bed," Willow said. She and Cordy rose, wrapping their
arms around each other. They walked towards Angel's room. The vampires
followed. Cordy and Willow turned.

"Who said you were invited?" Cordy asked, her eyebrow arched. "Goodnight."

And with that she slammed the door.
 

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

"This is all YOUR fault," Spike grumbled as he threw a sheet over the
fold-out couch. "I should make you sleep one the floor."

"I don't wanna hear it," Angel growled, punching his pillow into shape.

"They want one another, Spike, trust me," Spike mimicked Angel's voice. "I'm
the great all-seeing poof. I know all. I'm never wrong. Except when it lands
you and me on the couch and our lovers in bed doing things we'd give our
right eye to see. Jack-ass."

"Spi- ooof!" Angel sputtered as Spike's pillow was launched into his face.

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

"Do you think we've made them wait long enough?" Willow asked, moaning
softly as Cordy massaged shampoo through her red hair. They had agreed a
shower was definitely in order. They wanted anything they did to be rooted
in the love they felt for each other, not some weird-ass potion.

Willow's hands reached behind her to grip Cordy's hips. She pulled her body
against her back, relishing the sensation of Cordy's full breasts against
her back. As the foam rinsed from Willow's hair Cordy nibbled on her neck,
teasing Willow's pale coral nipples.

"Mmm," Cordy murmured. "Probably, but I don't think we should rush into
anything.... maybe we should let them stew for a while."

"A few more minutes," Willow nodded, turning. She tangled her fingers in
Cordy's hair, pulling her lips to her own.
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"What are they doing in there?" Angel asked, peering over the back of the
couch.

"Well, the water's been running for the past half-hour, what do you think?"
Spike snorted. He was trying desperately to fall asleep, to ignore the
raging hard-on the thought of what was going in the next room gave him.

"You know, you're not as unaffected by this as you would like me to think
you are," Angel whispered silkily against Spike's ear. His hand slid up
Spike's bare thigh. Angel's cool tongue caressed Spike's earlobe. "We just
have to bide out time..."

The door swung silently open.

"Well, that was less time than I expected," Spike grinned. He wrapped his
fingers in Angel's hair and pulled him to his lips. He hungrily thrust his
tongue into hiis sire's familiar mouth.

Angel grinned and pulled his childe from the couch. They crept quietly to
the doorframe. Willow was on her hands and knees facing the door. Cordy bent
over the redhead's back, kissing the ridges of her spine. She slipped a
third finger into Willow, her hand coated in the red witch's juices.

Cordy pulled her back to a kneeling position, never breaking her pace. She
looked up. Her dangerously lustful eyes connected with Angel's. She gave him
a leering grin. Willow's head rolled back against her shoulder. Cordy turned
her head and claimed Willow's mouth.

Spike's jaw dropped as he saw the brunette's tongue dart in and out of his
mate's mouth. He slipped out of his jeans. His already nude sire knelt in
front of Willow, kissing Cordelia over the redhead's shoulder before turning
to Willow. He began brushing baby kisses across her lips, her throat, her
collarbone. He pulled her aching nipples into his cold mouth. She cried out,
pulling him closer. His finger joined Cordy's inside her. Willow rode them,
her orgasm growing closer by the minute.

Spike knelt behind Cordelia, pulling her damp dark hair away from her
shoulder before lavishing them kisses. She smelled different than Willow.
More floral to Willow's spice.

Angel pulled Willow into his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist. He
filled her mouth with his tongue as stretched around him. She cried out
again, quickly starting a rhythm Angel wasn't sure he could take for very
long.

Spike's hands caressed Cordy's full breasts, measuring their weight against
his palm. She moaned. One hand snaked down the length of her body, stroking
her tummy, hips and finally reaching her wet warmth.

"Spike," she moaned.

Angel winked at his childe. "Make mum happy," he whispered.

Spike pushed Cordy forward slightly, adding another finger before tenatively
brushing his cock across her wetness. She rocked back against him, eager to
be filled. He slid into her, relishing the warmth she offered. So different
from Willow, but still quite the same.

Spike urged Cordy forward, so she could lean against Willow for support. He
kissed the length of her spine.

"Cum for me, Cordelia," he whispered, knowing he was close to the edge.
Willow screamed her release, quickly followed by Angel. Cordy twitched and
tightened around Spike until he screamed. She came, calling out his name and
collapsing on the tangle of Willow and Angel.

Spike kissed her temple as he wriggled into Willow's embrace. Angel pulled
Cordy against him.

"I take it you forgive us?" he asked.

"Just this once," Cordy said sternly. "From now on, no more hooking me up in
lesbian love quadrangles unless you're prepared to deal with the
consequences."

"I think I've learned my lesson," Spike said solemnly.
 

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Willow walked into the darkened apartment. Cordy followed. They had just
come back from the grocery store. Cordy dropped the bags on the counter
pinched Willow's ass as the redhead passed her.

"You're insatiable!" Willow grinned, kissing her lover.

"Only for you," Cordy winked.

"And Angel," Willow said. "And Spike."

"Okay, so I'm a nympho," Cordy shrugged. "Can you blame me?"

Willow laughed. She had found such happiness in her new family, no matter
how twisted in may seem. Though she couldn't have imagined being happier
than she was with Spike, being a part of Cordy and Angel just seemed right
somehow. And seeing Spike and Angel together again was so beautiful.

It amazed both girls that the vamps could be so affectionate towards each
other now that all the guards
were down.

Plans to rennovate the apartment had changed. Angel's bedroom was being
enlarged to accomodate a bigger bed. Willow and Spike would have a bedroom
just for them across the apartment so each couple could have some privacy.

Cordy broke the kiss reluctantly. There was a message on the machine. She
pressed the button.

"Hi, Willow, Cordy, it's Angel, while you were out we got a call from a
runaway named Sandy. She's at the bus station and she said she saw our flier
and needs our help. We're heading over there now, so that means dinner will
have to wait a while. I'm sure you girls can keep yourselves.... entertained
while we're gone. I love you both- ow! Spike, there's no need to grab."

Spike's voice came over the speaker. "Hullo, my lovely pets, when we come
home we expect both of you naked and waiting in the bedroom. You have a
choice of being covered in chocolate sauce or strawberr-" the machine cut
him off. Cordy laughed. She turned and kissed Willow deeply.

"What can we do to keep ourselves occupied until they get home?" Willow
grinned, pulling Cordy's sweater from her shoulders. Suddenly the lamp in
the far corner clicked on. A dirty blonde in short red leather skirt and
halter top stepped forward. Her face was dirty and her hair a mess. Old
healing bite marks covered her arms and neck. A minion. And a badly kept one
at that.

"Who the hell are you?" Cordy demanded.

"You killed my master," she said. "All of my friends. I watched from the
office as you casually walked into the club and killed them all. So now it's
my turn to kill you."

"Why don't you just along and find some other vampire pimp?" Willow sneered.

"You're one to talk, whore," the blonde spat. "Does your master know you
kill his kind? I'm sure the great Angelus and Spike would be upset to know
their little sluts were running around murdering family."

"So why not sic a big bad vampire on us and be done with it?" Cordy asked.

"Do you honestly think any vampire would be dumb enough to mess with the
property of Angelus and Spike?" the blonde took a menacing step toward them.
"I couldn't convince anyone that you were responsible for the attack on the
club. So I'm going to have to do it myself."

She pulled a taser from her pocket and pointed it at the girls.

"A taser?" Willow arched her eyebrows. "Sort of lacks poetry, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, but this doesn't," the blonde pulled an ornate dagger from her
sleeve.

"Cordy, run!" Willow cried, shoving the brunette to the door. An electric
probe shot out, sending lightning through Willow's body. She collapsed in a
heap.

"WILLOW!" Cordy shouted. White-hot heat shot through her and immobilized
her. She couldn't move.

Their attacker tangled in Willow's hair and dragged her into the bedroom.
Cordy struggled to wriggle a finger, anything. But she was paralyzed. The
minion stalked back in the bedroom and with unnatural strength pulled Cordy
off the floor and carried her to the bed.

Cordy felt her fingers twitching as she was thrown next to Willow. They
instinctively wrapped around the barely conscious redhead's hand.

The minion stood over them, grinning. She raised the dagger high over her
head and began plunging the blade into their bodies.
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"I'm telling you, mate, it was psycho-Buffy giving us the runaround," Spike
said. "The Slayer is stalking you."

"Spike, don't even joke about it," Angel warned. The approached the
apartment door, it was standing ajar.

Spike's brow creased. "That's not like them...."

Suddenly a scent washed over him. Blood. Willow and Cordy's blood. His eyes
connected with his sire's, terror-filled.

"CORDY!" Angel shouted, running into the apartment. "WILLOW!"

"RED!" Spike shouted, following closely. The apartment was drenched in the
scent of blood. They ran into the bedroom. "PRINCESS!!!"

Spike sank to his knees, heart in his throat with the horror of what he saw.

"NOOOOOOO!!!!!!"
 
 

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