Pairing: Willow/Angel/Spike
Summary: Angel and Spike convince Willow that it's not wrong to love two men.er.vamps at the same time.
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Distribution: Soulmates, Bite Me.Please, UCSL, wacky witch, my site, the usual suspects. Anyone else, just ask. I only want to know where my fic is going.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. It all belongs to Joss and a bunch of other people who are not now and have never been me.
Author's Notes: This is to celebrate Inell's FIVE YEARS as the Jane Austen of Fanfiction! It is also in answer to her anniversary challenge. That means I have to include the titles of at least FIVE of her fics in this story. They will be in bold type. Sorry, Inell, but I was unable to give this story an anniversary theme. But I hope you like it anyway! It's my FIRST threesome fic!
Author's Notes Two: This fic is seriously AU after Lover's Walk. Please forgive me for the huge departure from canon and try to enjoy this story anyway.
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~Part: 1~
Angel stared at the screen in front of him in disbelief. He couldn't believe it was true. But he had checked the information on the disk over and over again. It was real. Willow had not recursed him with the original Romany curse. The curse Willow had used had contained no happiness clause. There was no chance that Angelus would ever again be *unleashed* on the world, no matter how happy Angel got.
Well, he could now add this to the list of *guilty secrets* he had been keeping from Buffy. The first being that Spike hadn't left Sunnydale. The second, and most dangerous, being that Angel was no longer in love with the blonde Slayer, but with her shy, lovely best friend instead. Angel was in love with Willow, the woman who had given him back his soul, and had also given him the ability to be truly happy for the first time since he was cursed with his soul by the gypsies eighty years earlier.
At first it had been easy to maintain the charade, to pretend that his heart still burned like the Hellfires he had just been rescued from for his 'soulmate.' After all, Willow was happy with Oz. And Angel had still believed himself to be fettered by the curse.
But now, things were different. For one thing, Willow was no longer with Oz. Angel never thought he would see the day when he would *envy* Xander Harris. But that was before his wayward grandchilde had kidnapped Willow and Xander in an attempt to force Willow to do a love spell to win back the affections of Drusilla. One thing had led to another and Oz and Cordelia had caught the pair kissing in the abandoned warehouse where Spike had held them captive.
Why Xander? That was all Angel wanted to know. But, thankfully, it wasn't really important any longer. Xander was intent on winning back Cordelia. And Willow hung on to the rapidly fading hope of winning back Oz. A hope she talked about frequently with Angel during the many evenings she spent at the vampire's mansion while they each talked about the bleakness of their lives and the despair of living without love.
It was on one of those nights that Willow had given Angel the disk, suggesting that he join her in researching any ways to undo the happiness clause on the computer she had talked him into buying. She had claimed it would help him pass the time during the days, time when he was trapped indoors and had nothing else to do but sleep. Of course that changed soon enough.
Because, after having promised to leave Sunnydale, Spike, of course, reneged. He had shown up at the mansion, bold as brass, and demanded that his Grandsire give him a place to stay. When Angel mentioned his recent trip to Hell, in part courtesy of the blond vampire currently invoking familial ties, Spike merely snorted and asked how Angel could be so petty as to let a little thing like that come between them. What could Angel do? He rolled his eyes and acquiesced.
During the days he spent with the blond, Angel also learned Spike's reason for remaining in Sunnydale. Seems he and Angel had something in common. They had both fallen in love with Willow.
After a great deal of prodding from his Grandsire, Spike had come clean. The night he had spent alternately terrorizing and confiding in Willow had caused a dramatic change in his affections. Willow's sweetness, her spunk, and her big green eyes had won his heart away from his Dark Goddess completely. Of course, Spike had then wheedled the truth about Angel's feelings out of the dark-haired vampire.
But surprisingly, the usually sarcastic and snarky Spike had been sympathetic, refraining from his usual biting and sarcastic remarks. Instead, he had commiserated with Angel, bemoaning the fact that neither of them had a chance with the sweet redheaded hacker they both loved.
Of course, Willow had found out about Spike's return. Her habit of dropping by during the day had ensured that she would. Luckily, Angel had been in the living room with Spike at the time and had been able to calm the redhead down. Given her most recent encounter with Spike, it was natural that she reacted with a certain amount of fear. What surprised both Spike and Angel was that her reaction was actually more angry than afraid. Once she got over the initial shock she had lit into Spike with a fury worthy of her hair colour and rounded on him heartily for kidnapping her and starting the chain of events that had cost her her relationship with Oz.
After breaking down in tears and being comforted by Angel, Willow had accepted a surprisingly sincere apology from Spike and agreed to keep his continued presence in Sunnydale a secret. And slowly, but surely, she and the blond had become friends.
Naturally, Willow had no clue that both Spike and Angel had any *ulterior motives* for being such good friends to her. Nor did she notice the pain in both their eyes when she cried on their shoulders about Oz.
That pain, however, was rapidly giving way to hope for the two lovesick vampires. Each day that passed gave Willow less and less reason to believe that she and Oz would ever get back together, and gave Angel and Spike more and more reason to hope that she might be *attainable* to them.
Early on, the vampires had decided not to allow Willow to come between them the way that Drusilla had. They were determined to find a way to convince her to love both of them. After all, if she could love that mutt Oz and that moron Xander at the same time, surely she could love both Spike and Angel.
And now.now that Angel knew that nothing stood in the way of him being with Willow completely, he and Spike could step up their seduction of the beautiful hacker. And to let her know that while Oz and Xander might be too stupid to appreciate and adore her, there were two vampires who were not.
Willow was coming over that night to spend some *quality time* with Angel and Spike, having been kept away the last two nights by Buffy's need to cry on her shoulder about Angel's curse and his recent distant behavior. Together with Spike, he would come up with the *perfect plan* to seduce Willow and make her theirs.
~Part: 2~
Angel bustled about the living room of the mansion, adding the finishing touches to what he hoped was an understated, yet seductive, environment. He had replaced the bulb in the lamp to one of a lower wattage, thereby dimming the lights without being as obvious as using candles. No sense in scaring Willow away by showing their hand too early. He and Spike agreed that seducing Willow would require a subtle approach, one calculated to suit her shy, self-effacing nature.
Spike had already made sure that there was a fire going and a large, comfy rug positioned properly in front of the fireplace. He had also secreted lube in a conveniently accessible location behind the fireplace implements. When Angel had raised an eyebrow over that, Spike had smirked at him in a way that caused his cock to harden rather perceptibly. Angel had to admit that, as much as he wanted Willow, he wanted his grandchilde, too. It had been too long since he'd been with Spike. After losing his soul, he'd gone more than a little insane with rage, much of it focused on Spike. Angel concluded that Angelus must have felt angry and threatened by Spike, who had basically held the reins as head of the family while he'd been saddled with the soul. That was the only reasonable explanation for Angelus' failure to rekindle his sexual union with his blond grandchilde.
Well, that was obviously going to change tonight, if Spike's smirk was anything to go by. Angel only hoped that Willow was open-minded enough to accept not only that she could have two vampires as lovers at the same time, but that they were with each other as well.
There was no going back now, not with Spike as part of the package, that was for sure. He was absolutely certain that their plans for Willow would meet with rousing success and that tonight would be a *night to remember*. But then again, he'd always been a cocky devil. And while Angelus had shared, even outmatched, Spike's arrogance, the soul made Angel rather less sure of himself. He just hoped Spike was right. Because Willow was now at the door.
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As Willow entered the house, Angel held his non-existent breath. She looked lovely. But then again, she always did. Spike walked into the room.
" 'Lo, luv," Spike said, taking Willow's coat from her. "How are things?"
"Hi, Spike," Willow answered, the slight blush that always suffused her features lately when talking to Spike coloring her face. "Things are okay. I aced my chemistry test today. But Buffy is still upset about the way you're avoiding her, Angel. And why can't I tell her that we're trying to find a way to fix your curse?"
Willow turned towards the dark-haired vampire, her eyes full of questions.
Well that question sure changed the timetable, Angel thought to himself. All his ideas for a casual evening slowly leading up to a careful seduction of the pretty redhead seemed to have flown right out of the window. Oh well, what was it they said about the *best laid plans*?
"Willow, please. Come sit down," Angel said, glancing over at Spike and indicating he should join them. "There's something I, well we, need to talk to you about."
"Is something wrong, Angel?" Willow asked as she sat between Angel and Spike on the sofa. "Is it the curse? Oh my God, is there no way to fix it? Is it.,"
Angel couldn't help himself. Willow was so cute when she babbled. He felt an uncontrollable urge to kiss her, so he did.
From behind her, Spike's arms went around Willow's waist as he began to kiss her neck while Angel was in command of her lips. They both stopped as Willow broke away from Angel's kiss, gasping for air.
"What was that?" Willow asked, looking back and forth between the two vampires.
"I think they call it 'kissing', luv. But perhaps it was a trick question," Spike quipped, ignoring Angel's admonishing look.
Willow raised her eyebrow at Spike. "I mean, why. Why did you both kiss me?"
"Because we both wanted to, Willow. We've both wanted you for a long time," Angel answered. "The question is, do you want us?"
Angel could see the confusion on Willow's face. But the look in her eyes gave him hope. She wasn't repulsed, angry, or unhappy. She seemed surprised more than anything else. And there was another emotion in her eyes that Angel couldn't place. Could it be desire? He could *only hope*.
"But what about the curse, Angel? The happiness clause?" Willow asked.
"There isn't one anymore, Little One. I just found out that the curse you performed on me didn't have it. Just one more reason for me to love you," Angel told the stunned redhead.
"And don't forget me, pet," Spike interjected. "I love you, too. Ever since that night in the factory. When you looked me right in the eye and told me what I would and would not do, I fell dead in love with you. That fire, those big green eyes.I was a goner. Is there any chance you could ever love me back?"
Willow was still silent, obviously in shock. Angel couldn't be sure what she was thinking. So he forged ahead.
"Willow, I've loved you ever since I got back from Hell. Ever since you accepted me, gave me your friendship, and gave me your understanding. Every time I look at you, I fall a little harder. Spike and I, we both love you. And we hope you can love us both. I know this is a little bit.unorthodox. But can you find it in your heart to accept the two of us? To be with us? To be our *lover*?"
As Angel watched Willow's face carefully, Spike knelt in front of Willow, taking her hands in his.
"Please, Willow. Give us a chance. We can *make it work*. I know we can. And after all, would it really be so hard? After all, being loved by two handsome blokes like us can't be all that bad, can it?" Spike looked pleadingly into Willow's eyes.
"Guys, I.I just don't know what to do. I think I've fallen for both of you, too. You've both been so good to me. Plus, neither of you is hard to look at."
Angel swatted the back of Spike's head as he began to preen.
"But this is an awfully *unlikely proposal* you've made me. And I'm just a little overwhelmed. Angel, I thought you still loved Buffy. And oh my gosh, she'll be so hurt and."
Angel put his finger to Willow's lips, stopping her babble.
"I know this won't be easy, Willow. I know you're worried about what your friends will think. And I know you care about what Buffy will feel. Believe me, so do I. But I know what I feel in my heart, Willow. I love you. And Spike feels the same way. Can you just give us tonight to show you how much we care for you, love you? We can worry about the rest tomorrow. For tonight, can you just *trust me*? Trust us? Love us?"
It was obvious that there were a great many conflicting thoughts and feelings racing through Willow's head. Angel could feel Spike's worry through their bond, and he shared it. What would Willow decide? Had they lost even her friendship forever?
Willow caressed first Angel's face, then Spike's with her soft hands. Angel thought for certain she was preparing to let them down gently and braced himself for the pain he was about to feel. What happened next stunned him and Spike both.
Willow stood and walked towards the fireplace, unbuttoning her blouse as she moved into the soft light cast by the flames. Turning towards the two vampires with an impish twinkle in her eye, Willow let her blouse slide down her shoulders and onto the floor.
"How does that old saying go?" Willow asked, mischievously. "*Seize the night*?"
~Part: 3~
"How does that old saying go? *Seize the night*?" Willow asked, her voice light with mischief.and promise.
Angel was stunned, as was Spike, if his wide eyes and slack jaw were any indication. Willow fixed them with a playful gaze as her hand moved to the clasp of her front-hook bra, slowly removing it and standing topless in the firelight before the two vampires.
"*Don't stop*, pet," Spike said as he gazed at Willow's pert breasts, their pink nipples hardening under the gaze of both vampires. "You were just getting started."
"Uh uh. No more 'til I see some skin from the two of you," Willow taunted.
Angel stood up slowly. "You're *playing with fire*, little girl. Telling us what to do." Angel's voice was silky, and the undercurrent of erotic menace in his tone aroused both Willow and Spike; he could tell.
Spike couldn't get his own shirt off fast enough, and Angel chuckled at his impatience. No matter how many years went by, Spike would never change. He was still as eager and brash as he had ever been. That was one of the qualities that Angel had always found the most desirable in the blond. Angel's pants were growing uncomfortably tight as he let his gaze wander from Willow to Spike and back again. They were both so beautiful. And soon he would have the two of them right where he wanted them.making love in front of the fire. For the very first time, the mansion was starting to feel like home.
With agonizing slowness, Angel removed his shirt and approached Willow. "Does that satisfy your curiosity, Little One?" Angel asked, running his fingers through Willow's coppery tresses.
Hastening to join them, Spike pulled the redhead to him for a deep, searing kiss. Then, in a move that surprised both Willow and Angel, he abandoned her lips and pulled Angel to him, thrusting his tongue boldly into the older vampire's mouth. Angel moaned as Spike nicked his tongue on his fangs, the taste of the blond's blood overwhelming his senses.
Angel soon caught the scent of Willow's heightened arousal in the air and chuckled to himself. Well, that answered the question of her *acceptance* of him and Spike being lovers, he thought. Seems the shy little hacker had *hidden depths*. And wasn't he going to enjoy exploring them.
"Spike," Angel warned as he pulled away reluctantly from his grandchilde's embrace. "Aren't we leaving someone out?"
"You're right, Sire," Spike replied, the term 'Sire' making Angel's heart almost beat once more; reminding him that the blond had *not forgotten* the bond they had once shared and, apparently, still did.
Angel and Spike separated, each approaching Willow from the opposite side, as if they were stalking prey. Angel could hear Willow's heartbeat race and his nostrils flared as they filled with the delicious scent of her arousal once more.
"Isn't it time to get a little more comfortable, Willow?" Angel asked.
"Let me help you with these, pet," Spike purred, undoing the clasp of her jeans and gazing into her eyes.
"Spike," Willow breathed, her voice catching in her throat.
Angel moved behind her and began to nibble on her ear, using his teeth and tongue to good effect, as her moans and shivers proved. He moved his hands up the front of her body, playing with her nipples and eliciting the most delightful groans and whimpers from the aroused redhead.
"*Touch me*, Willow," Spike crooned in Willow's ear, obviously delighted when she responded by touching his nipples the way Angel was touching hers. He then began to push Willow's jeans down her body as Angel helped him remove them, along with her underwear, from the now-panting redhead.
As both vampires stepped away to finish removing their own pants, Angel chuckled at the look of frustration on Willow's face. Spike had been right, Willow was theirs. And he couldn't wait to show her all the pleasure that they could bring her.
Angel could see the look of near-awe on Willow's face as both he and Spike shucked their trousers and stood nude in front of the equally naked redhead. She was impressed, that was obvious. Angel glanced over at Spike, who didn't even try to keep from smirking at the redhead's admiring perusal of their assets.
"Well, Peaches. Seems our girl likes what she sees. Can't say as I blame her," Spike quipped, blatantly ogling Angel before turning his attentions back to Willow. "You're a vision yourself, pet. I've never seen anything more beautiful than you standing there in the firelight like that."
"Thank you," Willow said, her shyness returning a bit as she reddened under the gaze of her two soon-to-be lovers.
Angel understood what Willow was feeling. After all, she was still a virgin. This was utterly foreign territory to her and she was about to have her first sexual experience with two men. Well, two male vampires. No matter how much she desired them, this had to be a bit unnerving. Angel moved to quiet her fears.
"It's alright, Willow. I promise, we'll be as gentle as you want us to be. Spike and I only want to give you pleasure. Believe me, we'll take good care of you. We love you."
"I love you, too. Both of you. Now, let's get back to that pleasure you were talking about," Willow said, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
"Yeah, Angel. Our girl's got the right idea. Less talking, more shagging."
Spike walked back to stand next to Willow, but something in his demeanor changed, surprising Angel.
"Are you sure about this, pet?" Spike said to Willow, his tone unusually subdued. 'I know this happening awfully fast and if you're not ready."
"Spike.Angel, I want you. Both of you. Please."
"You heard the lady, Sire. She wants us."
Angel joined his childe by Willow's side. Both their hands roamed over the redhead's lithe young body and each other's as they kissed and caressed one another. Angel was lost in the pleasure he was feeling and creating in his partners. He now knew without a doubt that the happiness clause was gone. For right now, the happiness he was feeling outshone anything he had experienced with Buffy that fateful night when he had lost his soul. He had his redheaded goddess and his fair-haired childe by his side, and soon they'd be in his bed.in a figurative sense, at least. He never knew it was possible to feel such ecstasy.
Kneeling down, Angel began to pull Willow down onto the rug. He exchanged a look with Spike. Even after all this time apart, they could easily communicate when it came to sex. They had shared so many women back in the good old days when they had roamed Europe together that they could tell each other what they wanted and wanted to do with the merest glance. Angel moved to lie down, motioning for Willow to kneel over his face.
"I want to taste you, Willow," Angel said softly.
As he began to gently lap at her folds, he was delighted by the wetness already dripping from between her thighs. She tasted like ambrosia, he thought. Pure ambrosia.
Willow spread her legs further, lowering herself and granting him greater access. She began to move against Angel's face. Spike stood in front of her and Willow eagerly took him in her mouth. When Angel looked up he was confronted with a sight that almost made him cum on the spot. Willow's mouth was moving up and down Spike's cock as she held onto his slim hips to steady herself. With each plunge, she was taking him deeper, while Spike quietly instructed her. Angel stifled a chuckle at how much like a teacher his grandchilde sounded before returning his attentions to Willow's cunt.
Angel could feel Willow's rising ecstasy as he inserted his finger into her tight channel and began to suck on her engorged clit. Spike's groans increased as well, Willow's moans sending waves of pleasure through his cock that Angel could feel through his bond with the younger vampire as Willow continued to suck Spike into a state of pure bliss.
Angel inserted a second finger and began moving both in a steady rhythm, mimicking what was yet to come that night, and paid even more attention to Willow's clit. It wasn't long before Spike came in Willow's mouth with a loud moan as she eagerly swallowed his seed and then followed him into orgasm with a cry of pure sexual joy.
Thrusting his tongue inside the redhead, Angel lapped up the last of her release. Then he guided her down to lie next to him on the large rug as Spike lay down beside her.
"Wow," Willow said, still short of breath. "That was just, wow."
"There's much more in store for you, my sweet," Angel said as he kissed her, tasting his grandchilde's release on her tongue. "We have *all night*."
~Part: 4~
"Poor Angel," Willow cooed, her eyes moving to the dark-haired vampire's rock-hard erection. "You're all left out."
"Believe me, Willow," Angel purred, the memory of tasting her still fresh in his mind and on his tongue, "I haven't been left out. But if you'd like to do something about this.?"
Winking coyly at the elder vampire, Willow rolled onto her back and spread her legs in invitation, looking up at him with just a hint of trepidation, her virginal fears ever-so-slightly returning.
"How can I resist such a delightful invitation," Angel said, glancing at Spike to make sure that he was comfortable with Angel being the one to take Willow's virginity.
Spike nodded calmly and Angel could see that he accepted this turn of events. After all, he'd been Willow's first orally.
"I'll take this slowly for you, Willow," Angel said, as he moved between Willow's thighs. "And if you want me to stop, I will."
" I want you, Angel. I trust you. Make love to me.please?"
It was that 'please' that did it. It was so perfectly Willow that Angel had to kiss her. Then his lips moved to her neck and he began to nibble and suck on her earlobe, eliciting wanton moans from the lovely redhead beneath him. He moved his hand between her legs, stimulating her clit and preparing her for his entry, delighting in the moans and gasps his actions provoked from his beautiful new lover.
When he felt that Willow was ready, he positioned his cock at her entrance and asked one more time, "Are you sure, Little One?"
Angel was rewarded with her 'Resolve Face', and, stifling a chuckle, he thrust into Willow, breaking her barrier and bringing tears to her eyes. He held himself still inside her, wanting her to get used to the feeling of being filled before going any further. His heart ached as he look at her face, her eyes squeezed shut and the lines of her face showing her obvious pain.
"It's alright, Willow," Angel whispered. Then he began to kiss her neck, suckling the skin over her pulse point. Willow began to moan again, and Angel took that as his cue to begin moving inside her. Slowly, he began a gentle rhythm that elicited a pleased response from his love.
Glancing towards Spike, Angel noticed that he was enjoying the show. His hand was gliding lazily up and down his cock, his own moans blending with those of Willow as he watched Angel thrust into the now-gasping hacker.
"Harder, Angel. Please." Willow choked out as she began to meet Angel's thrusts with her own.
The dark-haired vampire couldn't have been more pleased with Willow's response. He had known that underneath her shy exterior lay a passionate woman, but even he was amazed at how quickly that side of her had emerged. Her ardor gave him hope and he decided to see if she was ready to play with both he and Spike at once.
"Do you trust me, Willow?" Angel asked.
"MMM.yes," Willow crooned; her eyes half-closed as Angel moved deliberately inside her.
He then flipped them over so that Willow was on top, nodding to Spike as he did so. Spike quirked an eyebrow at him and then smiled. Going to the fireplace, he retrieved the lube he had secreted behind the fireplace tools earlier that evening. Then he moved behind Willow.
Angel heard Willow's gasp as she felt Spike's cold, wet finger enter her anus.
"Hush, luv. It'll feel marvelous. I promise. It'll only hurt for a bit. Then you'll love it. You want us both, don't you?' Spike said as he soothed the redhead.
Angel continued to gently thrust into Willow and began stimulating her clit as Spike prepared her for his entry.
Seeing the renewed look of pain on Willow's face as Spike thrust into her ass, Angel caught his eye and they both stilled, letting Willow get used the feeling of the two of them inside of her. When Angel saw the tension leave her face, he nodded to Spike and they began moving within her again, their actions perfectly in sync. Decades of sharing women with each other came in handy as they both began guiding Willow to match their movements, the three soon finding an easy rhythm.
Angel watched as Spike reached around Willow's body and began to tease her nipples, enjoying the sight of Willow arching against Spike's skilled hands. He moaned as he remembered those very hands roaming over his own body. Willow was making the most delightful mewling sounds and meeting his strokes with increasing force, bringing him closer and closer to his own completion. He could tell Spike was reaching his climax soon as well, judging by the way Spike's demon was coming to the fore as the three lovers moved together with increasing intensity.
Twisting Willow's clit, Angel was delighted with her shriek as she came, her inner walls clenching around both his cock and Spike's. As if on cue, both vampire's true faces emerged and, in unison, they each bit into opposite sides of Willow's neck and came hard, roaring as their release flooded the body of their lover.
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Afterwards, the three lovers lay, spent, happy, and satiated, in front of the fire. Willow hadn't wanted to leave the comfort of the fireside, so Spike had gone upstairs to get a blanket for her, both she and Angel admiring the view as the naked blond had gone to fetch it.
Angel smiled as he gazed at Willow, nestled cozily between him and Spike. The night had been wonderful. Making love to Willow had been more glorious than he had ever imagined, and sharing her with Spike only made it better. He had the two creatures he loved best in the world by his side now and he was blissfully content. It was a good day to be a vampire.
Of course, Willow being Willow, she had to burst his bubble a bit.
"Angel, what are we going to do about Buffy. And Xander and Giles, too. It'll be bad enough when they find out about your evil roommate. But what happens when they find out that I'm now in a vamp menage a trois and that one of the menage-ers is the love of Buffy's life? Oh, I'm a bad friend! I'm a bad Willow!" Willow sat up and began to cry.
"SHHH, it's alright, Willow," Angel soothed as Spike began to look a bit upset. "We don't have to tell them anything. I was going to tell you earlier, but I've already decided to leave Sunnydale and move to Los Angeles. You were accepted at USC, right? So just say you're going off to college. And we don't have to say a word about Spike."
Suddenly, Angel felt a hand cuff the back of his head.
"Peaches, we've got trouble approaching," Spike said as he quickly pulled on his jeans. "Oh, bollocks, it's here!"
And with that, Angel's senses kicked back in and he recognized what Spike was warning him about. Only it was too late.
"Angel, are you here? Have you seen Willow tonight?"
Suddenly, Buffy was right in the middle of the living room., her eyes wide and her mouth agape. Willow hastily pulled the blanket higher over her chest and Angel just hoped Buffy wouldn't see the bite marks on Willow's neck.
"Will.Ang.Spike." Buffy stammered brokenly.
"Hi, Buffy," Willow chirped, and Angel realized that, as of now, they were in for *nothing but trouble*.
The End!