Rating: NC-17
Category: W/A/S
Disclaimer: The characters of Willow, Angel, Spike and others belong to Joss Whedon and Grr-Argh. Although if Angel and Spike ever wanted to stay with me, I’d never turn them down.!!! (All other characters belong to me! [Isn’t that nice of them!!!!!])
Notes: Set in the future about 100 years so don’t be surprised if technology seems to have taken a sudden jump into the future, and in ways it most probably shouldn’t have as well.
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The brunette ran at full speed down the road, looking behind her. Doing so she didn’t see the tall, bleach-blond man emerge from the shadows of a nearby alley.
He however saw her and caught her.
“Watch it, pet!”
“Help me please. They’re trying to kill me.”
“And why would they want to kill you.”
“My Wa... father annoyed them.”
“Still no reason to kill you, pet. They’d just get rid of him and give you a new one.”
“He’s been trying to get hold of someone he calls Red. It pissed them off.”
“Are you sure he said Red, Slayer.”
“How did you...”
“You’ll find out soon enough. Are you sure he said Red?”
“Yes. Positive on that.”
“Come with me.” He grabbed her arm and pulled her back into the shadows of the alley just as a hover car drove past. Waiting till it had gone, he pulled a small communicator out of his pocket and pressed down.
“It’s me. I’m coming in and I’m bringing someone with me.”
“Who?” A man’s voice replied.
“Current junior.”
“I’ll tell Aunt and Uncle.”
“You do that, kid.” He cut off the transmission, growling under his breath. “That kid is as bad as his bloody grandfather. ”
“Come on, pet. I’m taking you to a safe place.” He grabbed hold of her arm but she pulled back.
“Who are you?”
“Circumstances have just made me one of the few people you can trust, pet. Now come on, we ain’t got all night and I want to get home to my family.”
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A small beautiful redhead paced up and down the spacious living room. Her arms were folded around her body and she was rambling furiously to herself under her breath.
From a nearby sofa, a small smile played over the face of a handsome dark haired man as he watched her. He had grown use to her doing this over the years and knew just how to reach her. “Baby, come here before you wear a hole in the carpet... and you like that carpet.”
She turned and ran to him, landing in his lap. Arms around him, she lay her head on his shoulder as he wrapped his own around her slender frame. Running a hand through her now waist length hair, he whispered. “He’ll be alright, little one. You know what he’s like.”
“Something’s wrong, I can feel it. Something’s happening.”
As if in answer, a tall broad shouldered young man entered the room. “Aunt.”
“Alex.” The redhead raised her head to look at him.
“He’s on his way in with the second Slayer.”
“Are you sure that’s what he said.” The dark haired man asked.
“He’s the only one who refers to them as current junior and senior.”
“And to their faces.” The small redhead murmured in her dark haired companion’s ear, making him grin as she returned her attention to the young man. “Send the others an amber alert. If any of them call, tell them ... tell them to ruddy well cultivate patience.”
“I’ll do that.” Grinning, he turned and left.
“You sounded just like him then, beautiful.” The dark haired man murmured as she lay her head down on his shoulder once more.
“I think I miss him more than I do any of them.”
“He was just about your father for the most important years of your life, little one.” He ran his hand in a soothing manner down her back, before cupping her cheek and drawing his gaze to his own. “I miss him too.”
She smiled softly, a mischievous look beginning to grow in the depths of her green eyes. “Are we brooding, my love.”
“It’s feels like it.” He returned the look with one of his own before drawing her head down and kissing her.
With a soft sigh, she returned it, losing herself, as always in the pleasure of kissing the man she loved beyond everything. She settled into his embrace, her hand moving into his hair, holding him closer as the passion that was always present between them grew.
Out in the corridor, the young man, Alex and a young woman watched them.
“The Diaries were right you know?” She said softly.
“About what?”
“Aunt and Uncle. Their love just grows stronger every day.”
End Part 1
The tall blonde man placed his hand against a panel and a door slid open. He pushed his reluctant companion through, then hit a button, closing and locking it.
“Where... where are we?” She stuttered nervously, still not sure that she should trust him.
“Home, pet.” He touched another button. “I’m here.”
“Come up to Ops. Something’s just come in relevant to the situation. Aunt’s placed us on Amber.”
A scowl crossed his face. “Bloody hell! The cat’s really amongst the pigeons.”
A different voice seemed to almost float through the panel. “You could say that. Get up here, you pain ... and try not to forget her.”
“Very funny, Red, I’ve missed you too.” Grinning, he turned back to the small girl. “Follow me. You’ll get a tour later.”
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“Willow?”
Willow Rosenberg turned in the arms holding her to look into the concerned brown eyes of the handsome ensouled vampire she had been married... mated to for over a century and smiled softly. “He’s just arrived with her.”
Angel smiled back. “I told you he would be alright, little one.”
“Doesn’t stop me worrying about the idiot.” Willow sighed, leaning her head against his chest for a moment, then turned to look at the young man working at a nearby terminal. “Alex, have you found anything else?”
“Other than this wanted notice for the Slayer, not a thing, Aunt Will.” The young man replied, turning to look at her. “The Nitchers are hiding something though. They have a new code.”
“Have they now!” Willow said thoughtfully, moving away from her mate’s embrace. “Move out, Alex. Let me see what I can do.”
Before she could sit down however, Angel caught hold of her. “Oh, no you don’t, Will. At least talk to the girl before you start cracking codes.”
“Spoil sport. I haven’t had a chance to crack a Nitcher code in months.” She grinned.
“What Nitcher code?” The young woman that had been with Alex earlier came in and leant on the back of a chair. She glanced around the room, then back at her Aunt. “Aunt Will? Uncle Angel?”
“Alex has found a new one, Gillie.” Angel replied.
“Oh Ex-ce-llant! Let me at it.” Gillian literally bounced on her toes. With little ceremony, she pushed Alex out of his chair and took over his terminal. “Move over, Alex. This is my territory.”
“Watch it, Harris!” Alex growled at her.
“Go check out a book, Chase.”
“Oh please, can’t one day pass without these two arguing.” Willow sighed wearily, resting her head against Angel’s arm. “I just wish they’d find a closet like their grandparents.”
The vampire immediately put his arm around her waist, drawing her closer then glared at the two young people arguing across the room.
“Enough!” He growled warningly. “This is neither the time nor the place for one of your arguments.”
Both young people hung their heads, a sheepish expression on their faces. “Sorry, Uncle Angel.”
Before anyone else could say something, a door slid open and Spike entered the room.
“Evening all.” He grinned, pulling his companion in with him.
“Uncle Spike!” With a gleeful yell, Gillian shot out of her chair and threw herself across the room into the arms of the blonde vampire.
“Watcha! Pest.” Catching her, he looked over to his sire and his mate, a silent look passing between the three of them. “Been keeping out of trouble.”
“Sort of.” Gillian replied, looking round him at the brunette. She pulled herself away from Spike and held out her hand to her. “Hello, who are you?”
“Roberta Lawrence. Most people call me Robbie.”
“I’m Gillian Harris, known as Gillie or Gill.”
“Mostly known as Pest.” Spike inserted with a grin.
“Shut up Uncle Spike, I’m being polite.” She hardly missed a beat as she punched his arm, continuing with her introductions. “The stocky one over here is Alexander Chase.”
“Alex please.” Alex stepped forward and shook her hand. “Welcome.”
At this point, Willow stepped forward. She had been watching the brunette from the moment she had entered the room nervously behind the younger vampire and it was obvious that she was not use to being the centre of attention.
‘And I still remember how that use to feel.’ She thought to herself,
grinning internally.
“Don’t look so worried, Robbie, we don’t bite.” She said teasingly as she touched Spike’s cheek in silent welcome.
Both Angel and Spike looked pointedly at her and the redhead grinned openly. “Well, some of us don’t bite.”
“And never friends.” Angel added smiling himself. “I’m Angel, and you’ve already met Spike.”
The girl fastened her gaze on the petite young woman now standing between her rescuer and the handsome man who had just spoken to her. “And that would make you...”
“Willow, but a lot of people call me Red.”
To their stunned shock, the brunette Slayer fainted.
End Part 2
Willow stood looking out onto the darkened garden, arms wrapped around her slender form. Her eyes were dark with internal thoughts.
A second pair of arms wrapped themselves around her and she found herself pulled into the embrace of her lover. A familiar voice promptly broke the silence.
“I thought you and Peaches had decided no brooding.”
She laughed slightly, leaning her head back against him. “I wasn’t brooding, Spike. I was thinking, and I thought you had agreed not to call him Peaches any more.”
“Special occasion, Red.” He murmured in her ear, making her giggle again.
He turned her round and looked down into the face of the woman he adored almost as much as his sire. Running his fingers down the side of her face, he raised her chin and kissed her softly.
“That’s my mate you’re kissing, Junior.”
The amused voice merely had Spike raising his head, smiling. “Well, get over here then.”
Angel pushed away from the wall where he had been watching his mate and childe to join them. The younger released his hold on the redhead and she went into elder’s embrace, pulling his head down to kiss him as well. For as much as she loved them both, the younger vampire knew and accepted that the love she shared with Angel went beyond description.
An old friend once said, “Just the possibility of their love defied the boundaries of hell itself and it will only grow stronger with every passing day, year and century.”
She then drew them both over to a sofa and sat down. Leaning back into Angel’s embrace, she drew Spike down beside her and entwined her fingers in his. When they were settled, Willow suddenly giggled, startling both of them.
“What’s so funny, Little One?”
“I’ve never had anyone faint at meeting me before.”
Both vampires grinned themselves. In some respects, the little redhead was still very much the girl they had first met over a century ago on the Hellmouth.
“You’ve got quite the rep now, Red.” Spike ran a finger over the back of her hand.
“After all, Will, it’s not everyday you get to meet a living legend.” Angel rested his chin on the top of her head. “By the way, who’s looking after the girl.”
“Alex volunteered Gill who promptly volunteered Lia who, when found and told what had been going on, promptly told the pair of them to both grow up but is doing it anyway.”
She sighed deeply. “And Jake is goddess knows where in the house, sulking her merry little ginger head off.”
“What bee got in her bonnet this time?” Spike literally sighed, as he stood up.
“Me, I think.” Willow sighed herself as she settled further back into Angel’s embrace. “But I can’t tell you for sure. She’s not talking to any of us at the moment.”
“I’ll go find the chit. If things are starting, we can’t afford dissension
in the ranks.”
Before either of the other two could say something else, Gillian rushed into the room. “Aunt Will, you gotta come look at this.”
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Willow sat at her console, running her fingers over the keypad, “Alex, correlate the data you received from Texas and Louisiana.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Gillian, run a bi-spectral analysis over the latest weather reports over California. Note down any particular hotspots and correlate with the known Nitchers compounds.”
“On it, Aunt Will.”
“Spike, you better track down Jake, get her off her high horse and then see just how much training Robbie received before her Watcher was killed. Lia can help you. Oh and Spike...”
“Yes, Pet?”
“I want to know exactly why contacting me was so bad.”
As Spike left the control room, Angel moved to stand behind Willow’s chair. Resting his hands on the back of her chair, he bent down to read the information flashing across the screen. “Your insider, I take it?” He asked softly.
She raised her hand to his cheek. “He’s risked revealing himself to send us this, Angel. Things are really on the move.”
“I’ll check our prophecies then. Do you want me to speak to the Oracles?”
“I really doubt they’ll tell you anything, love.” She turned to look at him, her emerald eyes darkened with a touch of deep fear. “I’m going to have to call them all in, Angel and I don’t know if they will come.”
“Set up a quick holo-conference.” He recommended kissing her briefly.
“No wonder I love you too.”
“Me you too.”
She giggled, returning her attention to her screen. “A century of me beginning to rub off on you, Angel.”
“Whenever you want, baby, when ever you want.”
A slight blush crossed her cheeks at his double innuendo, and even the two younger people in the room blushed as well. “Angel!”
He chuckled darkly. “Make your call, Will.”
Still blushing, she hit a button. “Red Witch signals red flag. Con-talk midnight Cal time.”
She disconnected, stood up and wrapped herself in the vampire’s embrace as the control room came to life around them
“And as it was foretold, it begins.” She murmured. “Chaos is awakening.”
End Part 3
“Goddess’s name, Max, SHUT UP!” Willow sprang to her feet, eyes literally flashing with suppressed anger. She started to pace up and down the conference room; her whole body almost glowing with restrained power and those closest to her watched her warily.
“The Nitchers are finally feeling strong enough to make their move. Both Slayers are once more under the protection of the Slettes but is this important. On no, you would rather waste our time churning past history you know absolutely nothing about.” She slammed her hands on the table.
“Well, why don’t you tell us then.” The man she had called Max growled back. “Dispel the rumours.”
Angel caught hold of her and pulled her back down into her chair beside him. Spike immediately grabbed her other hand as both vampires felt the tension radiate off the petite redhead, then growled at the man who had upset her.
“I don’t think you could cope with the truth, boy.” He literally snarled. “You’d have to knock that grandfather of yours off his pedestal and flat onto his arse.”
“My grandfather has nothing to do with this.”
“Your grandfather has a lot to do with this.” The blonde vampire threw back at him. “You have no idea how much that...”
“Spike!” Angel inserted swiftly, casting a quick glance at the younger members of the room. When his childe started on the topic of their redhead’s first boyfriend, he had a tendency to use his complete vocabulary of swear words.
Spike nodded once in acknowledgement. “...That wolf hurt Red, and I’ve...”
“We’ve.” Angel once again.
“We’ve no intention of letting you do so as well.”
“Then stop referring to him as wolf.” Max shouted back at him.
“Why?” Suddenly calm again, Willow looked across the table at the young man. “Give me one good reason why?”
“Because he wasn’t one.”
“Lame or what!” Gillian promptly murmured in low tone to the dark-haired young woman sitting next to her. “Doesn’t he know his own family history.”
“Gill, hush!”
Willow merely rolled her eyes and after glaring at the unrepentant Gillian, she refastened her sharpened gaze on the young man opposite her. “Max, your grandfather, Oz was a wolf, a werewolf but a wolf nonetheless. He cheated on me with another werewolf. He then married the bitch.”
“I don’t have to listen to this.” Max reached forward as if to terminate the conversation.
“Don’t even think of terminating this transmission, Maxwell.” The cold tone in her voice sent a shiver down the spines of everyone present, even the two vampires. “You started this conversation. Now it’s time to face the music.”
“In fact, I think it’s time you all had a little history lesson...” With that said, she rose to her feet once more and raised her hands to the sky. She started to speak in an almost forgotten tongue as she beseeched the goddess she had served for over a century to grant her request.
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Flashback: Sunnydale 1999
“You’re what!”
“I’m married. Willow. Veronica and I got married yesterday... in Las Vegas.”
“But you and I... I don’t understand... you only met her while you were on tour.” Willow’s eyes opened wide, dark with pain and disbelief. “You and I, we’re still sort of dating.”
“She’s a werewolf too, Will. I couldn’t help myself. It was as if something was pulling us together.” The guitarist took a deep breath. “Willow, she’s... Ronnie’s pregnant.”
Silence fell.
“Go.”
He barely heard the word, but it was enough.
“Willow. I’m... I’m sorry.”
“Go!”
This time it was louder but the werewolf took the hint and started to walk away. He stopped for a moment and looked back at her. She was still sitting on the park bench, still and unmoving.
“I really am sorry, Willow.” He whispered. “I never meant to hurt you. I just couldn’t...”
“GO!”
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Two Days Later
“Are you sure it’s the Park, Doyle.”
“Sure, and how many more times do I have to be telling you.” The half-demon growled back, his Irish background even clearer than was the norm. “I recognised Red, a Park, a bunch of vampires and the fact that it was in Sunnydale.”
“Angel!” Cordelia exclaimed suddenly, pointing. “She’s over there, and so are they.”
As the vampire shot towards the little redhead, he also noticed a familiar looking face shooting across the park towards them as well. “What the...! Spike!”
“Later, Peaches.” His childe shot back. “You get our favourite little witch. Your other little followers can help me.”
Growling, Angel headed once more for the little redhead. He was only just in time, kicking one vampire with his considerable strength half way across the path and straight into unconsciousness, then pulled her into his arms.
“Willow, what is wrong with... Willow...Will?” For the first time, he looked into her eyes and found himself truly scared for the first time in his long life. There was nothing there. It was almost as if she shut down completely.
“Baby?” He cupped her cheek, running his thumb over her soft skin. “Speak to me, what’s happened.”
She blinked as if realising that someone was talking to her, then her eyes widened in stunned recognition. “An.... Angel.”
“It’s me, little one.” He continued to run his hand over her cheek. “I’ve got you.”
“Oh Goddess, Angel.” All at once she threw her arms around his neck and held on with all her strength. She buried her face against his neck. “Hold me.”
“Always.” He promised her, as he cradled her in his arms.
Turning round, he found that all the vampires apart from the one he himself had knocked unconscious had been dusted. “Spike, bring that one back with you. I want to know what the hell is going on here.”
At his sire’s tone, the younger vampire grinned. For a moment, Angel’s tone had been pure pre-curse Angelus.
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“All I know is that some broad called Ronnie hired us to take out the red witch that hangs around with the Slayer.” The vampire cringed as he took in the looks on the faces of the two master vampires. “We didn’t know about you or your childe, Master Angelus. We would never have gone any where near her if we had.”
Even the deadly stares of the humans with them seemed to speak of his immediate and permanent death. The only person with a different look on their face was the redhead herself.
The small girl had raised her head for the first time from Angel’s shoulder and was looking pretty much stunned, almost as if she thought she knew whom the vampire was talking about.
Giles glanced across at her as well, having noticed the vampire’s sudden interest in his youngest protege. Concerned by the fact that she had grown if possible even paler, he turned to Buffy.
“Stake him.”
Not even questioning the order for once, a stake dropped into the Slayer’s hand and the vampire was gone.
Her Watcher turned to Willow just as she buried her face once again in the dark haired vampire’s shoulder, shaking slightly. Kneeling down beside her, he lifted her chin to look into dulled green eyes. “Tell me, Willow. Who do you think she is?”
“Oz’s wife. Oz’s pregnant wife.”
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Present
“Grams tried to have you killed?” Max sank back into his seat, stunned.
“And that was just the first time she tried." Angel took swiftly control as Willow sank back down into her seat.
As experienced a magic user as she now was, she had used a lot of personal energy to pull forth the visual memory of the past and was now feeling emotionally tired at having to experience one of the worst and yet best times of her life. Spike immediately took hold of one of her hands and brought it to his lips, placing a kiss in the palm. It earned him a soft smile in reward
“Before Willow became an immortal, Ronnie tried at twice more to have her killed.” Angel scowled. “She didn’t stop trying after she changed either.”
“But I really don’t understand why? Aunt Will’s the most darling person in the world.” Lia Giles suddenly spoke up.
“I’m with Lia here.” Alex agreed. Beside Lia, Gillian was nodding furiously as well. “Why would Oz’s wife want Aunt Willow dead. She didn’t even know her.”
“Jealousy, Lia. Pure and simple jealousy.” The dark haired vampire replied, as he drew the redhead into his arms. His childe immediately moved into her chair, retaking one of her hands. “Ronnie was never able to accept that he loved Will first. She felt threatened by her.”
“But Grams always said that it was you.” Max spoke up, his tone almost whining.
“Your ‘Grams’ didn’t know the bloody truth if it hit her in the gob.” Spike snarled, earning extremely appreciative grins from both Alex and Gillian.
“I can not believe that woman!” From out of nowhere, Willow found the strength to stand up. “Right, that is it. I don’t give a damn about your objections, Max, or anyone else’s if they were thinking about making any...”
Spike grinned. Willow’s temper was well and truly on fire. “Way to go, Red!”
“And the peanut gallery can shut up as well.” She glared at him, making the others grin behind their hands.
Choking back the laugh that threatened to escape him, Angel rested his hand at the small of her back. “Little one, cool it. You’re beginning to glow again.”
She calmed slightly at the sound of his voice and his touch, something only he was able to do and held her hand out to him. As he took it, she turned back to the people around the conference table and her whole demeanour appeared to change.
“This is an Alpha Command. Red Alert is now in place. All operations are to be shut down and personnel relocated to the main compound. You have forty-eight hours to reach us. Kate...”
“Yes, Willow.” A small blonde looked up.
“Inform your parents for me. I can’t risk contacting them myself.”
“I’ll pick them up on my way here.”
“Conference terminated.”
End Part 4
Willow stood in her garden, her eyes even darker than before.
Her trip to the past had disturbed her more than she really wanted to admit to herself. Seeing the faces of her friends now long gone had set her heart to aching and she had come to one place that helped to soothe her soul at these times. To the garden they had built together and where they lay in their eternal rest.
Because no matter how much she may have changed, they were still and always would be an integral part of her being.
She laughed suddenly, her eyes filling with tears as she wrapped her arms about her waist.
“Your Gill’s a beautiful girl, Xan. Everything you ever said she would be, and if you could only see the way she and Alex argue with each other. It’s just like you and Cordy were back in school. Although Gill goes out of her way to wind him up a slight bit more than you did. Believe me, Xan, you look at them and you’d think they hate each other, but that’s just a first impression. Because I know, with out a shred of doubt, they turn to each other first when they need someone.”
“And Giles, Lia... Oh what can I tell you about your sweet, beautiful Lia? She is so like you at times, except for one thing. Giles, I’m almost sorry to tell you this but your granddaughter is a genius with technology.” She giggled again. “She’s still a book worm as well. She just doesn’t have your phobiaand she loses her temper a whole lot more. She actually blames it on her Ripper gene.”
A pair of strong arms snaked their way around her small waist and she was drawn back into the embrace of the man who, more than anyone else knew what she was going through. He merely rested his chin on her head, rubbing his hand up and down her arm as he felt the tension running through her body, content to listen as she continued to talk to their departed friends.
“Cordy, Alex has definitely inherited your fashion sense. Even when he’s casual, he’s up to the minute. He and Jake are forever arguing with each other over the latest thing.”
A choked sob escaped her. “Oh Goddess, I wish you could see how they’ve grown up. You’d be so proud of them all. We are. They know what they are about to face and they are almost doing it without question.”
She turned round and buried her face against Angel’s chest. “Angel... it hurts.” She sobbed. “It still hurts so much.”
“I know it does, baby. I know.”
He ran his hand down her back, allowing her to cry, surrounding her with his love as he had for over a century. As her crying softened, he lifted her into his arms and carried her back into the house. Carrying her up the stairs to their room, he shook his head slightly towards the younger vampire standing just at the bottom.
Spike nodded in silent answer, understanding at once that this was a time when he was not needed. He forced a sigh from his long dead lungs. “Damn bloody wolf brat!”
“Do you think Aunt Will would let me hit him, Uncle Spike?”
He swung round to find Lia, eyes flashing furiously, standing in the shadows behind him. Even knowing her temper, he was honestly surprised by her request.
“A little violent for you, pet.”
“Talking to Max always makes me mad. He’s such an annoying man and a total prat at that.” Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she moved forward and linked her arm in his, leaning her head against his shoulder. “So what do you think, Uncle Spike.”
“You know your Aunt, pet.”
“I know.” She sighed. “And I wouldn’t want to deprive her or either of you two from doing it for yourselves.”
“Just join the queue, Lia. You’ll never know when opportunity will knock, and around here, it normally does... and with a bloody vengeance.”
She laughed, rising up on tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “That’s my Uncle Spike. Always looking on the bright side of things.”
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Angel leant over his sleeping wife, running his fingers down her soft cheek. She moved slightly into the caress, a gentle sigh escaping her and bringing a smile to his face.
He never tired of watching her sleep, never quite feeling the day was complete with out it.
“And you’re strong, little one. You’ll get through this just like you’ve got through the last century.” He kissed her forehead, lips lingering against her soft skin. “And I’ll be there at your side as always.”
“I know.” She replied softly, opening her eyes to look up at him, her own hand touching his cheek. “I wouldn’t have been able to get through all this with out you, my Angel.”
He grinned, a thrill running through him at the possessive note in her voice. He had fought hard to get her to accept that he truly loved her more than he had ever loved the Slayer and from the moment she had, her own confidence had seemed to boost beyond all their imagining.
“Always your Angel, my Willow.”
“You know, I still don’t understand why you’re so thrilled by me calling you that.” She said suddenly, eyes narrowing. Tilting her head, she looked at him thoughtfully before coming to a sudden decision. “On second thoughts, maybe I do. It’s one of those vampire things, isn’t it.”
With a grin, he leant down and kissed her. “Yep, definitely a vampire thing.” He murmured against her lips, nipping the lower one. “This particular vampire’s thing for you.”
He started to move along her jaw, enjoying the sounds escaping her as he nipped and tasted her skin.
“Oh good...goddess...yesss! I like.... Mmmh, Angel... that.”
She slipped her own hands into his hair, pulling him back to her lips and drawing him into a kiss. It began softly and quickly escalated. Hands began to roam over each other’s bodies, as if needing to discover each other again and once more they were lost in the heat of the other.
He paused for a second, caressing her. “Spike’s outside.” He groaned as her hands wandered close, teasing him with a brief touch.
“Then call him in.” She groaned herself, as he retaliated by burying a finger in her core suddenly. “Oh... Goddess... Angel... fast... I need you.”
As he called out his childe’s name, she suddenly grabbed him, turning him over onto his back. His groans deepened as she began running her lips across his chest, nipping and biting. Teasing him with her warmth as she drew near then moved away.
As Spike joined them in their bed, the dark haired vampire grabbed her hips and pulled her down, sheathing himself in her heat. Deep groans escaped them both at the welcome feeling.
“Angel, oh goddess.”
“Yesss! Little one, yesss!”
Spike immediately took the opportunity to kiss her, slipping his tongue inside her lips as she rested her back against his chest. She cupped his head in one hand, holding him close as the other tangled with her husband's. The younger vampire’s hands wondered over her breasts, caressing, teasing her as Angel thrust into her, helping her ride him.
As she felt her orgasm approach, she broke away from her lover’s kiss, and kissed her husband, baring her neck to him. With a deep growl, he changed and buried his fangs in her neck, taking in the only human blood he ever wanted to taste. The taste of her sweetness in his mouth and the feel of his fangs in her neck sent both over the edge into an intensified explosion, fed by their feelings for one another.
With a sigh, Willow collapsed onto Angel’s chest, the younger vampire running his hand over her hair and back as she came down from the intense high.
With a lingering kiss to her dark haired love, she pulled away and turned to Spike, running her hand over his chest. He immediately caught her lips in his as he felt his sire ready his mate for him. As she raised her leg over his, he thrust in with a gentleness no-one else would have believed possible and gently rocked her into a second orgasm as Angel kissed her, swallowing her cries in his mouth.
Spike collapsed at her side, suckling her breasts as she recovered her breath and her heartbeat fell into a steady rhythm. With a tired but pleased sigh, she turned into her husband’s arms, her head pillowed on his shoulder and kissed his chest where his heart beat silently for her.
“Love you, Angel. Always.”
“Always and forever, Willow.” He murmured back, holding her closer and dropping a kiss into her hair. “Eternity.”
“Love you too, Spike.” Her voice was fading into sleep.
“Ditto Red.” Spike drew in behind her, resting a hand on her hip as he buried his face in her hair, contented to be this near to the woman he loved.
“But cold now!” With this typical Willowy remark, she fell asleep leaving the two vampires shaking with laughter.
After drawing the sheet over them, they both fell into sleep. Wrapped around the petite form of the woman they would both willingly give their unlives up for.
The End