Pairing: W/S/A
Disclaimer: I humbly borrow, twisting and bending plots to my will.
Summary: Snow, sex...very little plot...you've been warned:)
Notes: Living in Buffalo (snow capital of the world) I felt it my duty to offer you this little snowstorm fic. Please be kind...I'm still working at the whole writing of the NC-17 fics, and I tossed this one out in all of about a half hour. Hope you enjoy!
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"So, um, what exactly do you know about this demon?"
"Not a whole lot…just that my friend had a vision, it was in Sunnydale, and…snow…he said there was snow."
"Angel, you do know we are in southern California, right? Not real big with the snow here. In fact, the only time I remember it ever snowing in Sunnydale was that time that you almost…but then you didn't, on account of the snow and the lack of sun and OH! Do you think maybe it's the powers that be doin some special mojo for you again? Or…or…oh…maybe it's the first evil tryin to kill you…or tryin to make you kill us, or…"
"Red, calm down. Don't you think if it was any kind of really big nasty we would have heard some rumblings from it before now?"
"Well, yeah, maybe…but…Angel, maybe it isn't here. Maybe it's up north somewhere…or…or east maybe. I hear they get some big old snow storms on the east coast, and maybe it's…"
"No, he said it was definitely in Sunnydale, and he had seen a redheaded witch, so I'm guessing that's you."
"Ok…well I'm so the Wicca girl now, so you just point me in the direction of the danger…a-and…I'll be standing real far away in a dark safe corner, chanting my little heart out…or…or floating all the pencils you could need. So, um, what exactly DO you need?"
"Well, to be honest I'm really not sure. I was coming here hoping to get a little research help, but I don't even know what to tell you to start looking for. I thought maybe Giles would have heard something about new demons in town, or about some prophesy, or…"
"Oh, well, um, Giles is actually gone, visiting a, um…friend…a female friend, you know, over night, and…"
"I understand. Willow."
"Oh, ok, right, and so, um…I came over to do a little work for him…we are, or actually, I am, cataloging all of his books into a database on my computer. Makes the searching part of the researching much easier. Plus, he, uh, doesn't really trust Spike alone in his house."
"Yeah, well sodden watcher and the bloody blond bint of a slayer can go to hell. He knows the only reason I'm still even stickin around is for the blood and cash…that and the free cable, `course."
"Uh…and Buffy's out patrolling…I think, or possibly enjoying smoochies with Ri..., er…um, with no one at all actually."
"Can't believe that stupid soldier boy has fallin for the bimbo."
"Hey! That bimbo is MY friend, so watch it buster."
"Oh calm down, Red. Gotta get my jabs in somehow, since I can't actually do it physically anymore."
"Oh, right, I heard about your little…performance problems, Spikey."
"Watch it, you grand poof! I can still beat up on a demon, you know, and…"
"Hey!" Willow interrupted. "You lay off Buffy," she said, pointing a finger at Spike, before turning to Angel, "And YOU lay off of HIM. How would you like to be all non-bitey, and all grrr but not able to hurt anyone? Huh?"
"Willow! It's Spike. Last time I saw him, he had hired a demon to stick me with sharp painful objects. He tortured me!"
"Yeah, man those were the good old days," Spike said, smiling at the memory. Angel growled at him, and Willow tried to ignore their exchange all together.
"Spike is one of the good guys now. He helps us...a-and he's more or less defenseless against humans, so..."
"Hey!" Spike yelled indignantly, "you watch your mouth little girl. I am not defenseless! I'm still the big bad."
"Yeah right," she mumbled with a roll of her eyes.
"Yeah, well look at you. Been months since dog boy left and you still mope around like...well, like your puppy ran away." Spike smiled smugly as she shot him an angry look before her face fell.
"Wait, dog boy? Oz? Does he mean Oz? Oz left? When?" Angel asked, concern filling his voice.
"Right around the time you stopped by to help with the Thanksgiving Day siege," she answered quietly.
"Oh, Willow, I'm sorry. I didn't know, and...well I'm sorry," he mumbled lamely. When he had living in Sunnydale, he had never paid much attention to the redhead, but being back now, and seeing her a bit more grown up, she seemed so much more confident and had a bright glow about her.
"Let's just drop it, ok?" She said sharply, before forcing a smile to her face.
"Sorry," both vampires mumbled, looking down sheepishly.
"Well, um, my friend said he thought it looked like the vision took place in the woods, so maybe I should go and check out the area, see what I can find."
Throwing on his coat he headed for the door, stopping as he heard footsteps right behind him. Turning around he found Willow following closely, an ax and stake in hand.
"What do you think you're doing?" He asked her.
"I'm going with you," she said, standing up a bit straighter and fixing him with a glare.
"No you're not! We have no idea what's out there, and you are not coming with me and possibly getting hurt."
"Excuse me? Says who?"
"Says me!"
"And me," Spike chimed in. Willow whirled around and gave him an angry look.
"Hey! Despite what you may think, fully grown woman here," she said haughtily, looking back and forth between the two, "and last time I checked, I was the only boss of me. Now Angel, you said this friend of yours saw a witch helping you, and as far as I can see I'm the only witch around here, so I'm going with you, and I don't want to hear another word about it!"
"Willow…"
"Not another word!"
"I know you're a witch pet, but your spells haven't exactly been working out smoothly as of late," Spike said, stepping up behind her, shuddering at the memory of being engaged to the slayer.
"That's not true! I've been getting way better! I haven't flubbed up a spell in a long time, and I've been working with a new Wicca friend from school, and…I can do a lot now!"
"I'm sure you can, Willow, but…" Angel tried to intercede.
"Don't patronize me, Angel," she growled. "I'm going with you, and that's final." With that, she stomped past him and out the door into the night. Both men stood still, staring out the door for a moment in surprise. Finally, Spike charged past Angel, mumbling.
"Well, not ganna let the girl go out and get herself killed, now am I? Someone's got to protect her." Again, Angel looked on in amazement as Spike followed after the redhead.
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"Um, anyone have any idea where we are?" Willow asked wearily, as they trudged through the woods. They all stopped walking and looked around them. Seeing nothing but darkness and trees, Willow shivered, wrapping her arms tightly around herself. The wind had picked up and it had become much colder outside. Now she was cursing herself for not grabbing a jacket before heading out. Angel saw her shiver and shook his head before pulling off his leather coat and slipping it over her shoulders.
"Here, put this on," he said a little gruffly.
"Oh, no I couldn't, then you'll be cold, and…"
"Not really a problem, Willow. Don't worry," He smiled as she slipped her arms into the sleeves. And wrapped the large coat around herself. It was much too big for her and he couldn't help but smile at how cute she looked in the oversized leather.
"Oh, right," she said sheepishly, as she blushed, adding to her beauty, "cause of the whole dead and with no body heat thing, right? Well…um…thanks." She smiled shyly and Spike chuckled as he saw the look of wanting pass over his grand-sire's expression.
"Hey," Willow said, suddenly looking up into the sky, holding out a hand. A few snowflakes began to fall around them. "It's snowing!" Her face lit up in a child-like smile and she giggled.
"Look mate, we clearly aren't finding anything out here, and we don't even know what the hell we are looking for. A bad storm is picking up and I think we should head back." The snow was already falling much faster and the wind whipped around them harshly.
"That's a good idea, actually…but, um, either of you have any clue of how to get back?" Willow said, looking around with increasing nervousness. All three moved in separate directions before looking back at each other unsurely.
"A-anyone know for sure which way to go?"
"No."
"Not a bloody clue. Thought nancy-boy here would be keeping track. Shouldn't you have been dropping bread crumbs or something?"
"Hey! Listen, Boy, I'll teach you to…"
"Guys! Not helping, and…it's getting worse…real fast, so unless your fighting is going to magically get us home, then just knock it off."
She stood glaring at them, her teeth chattering, as she tried to pull the coat tighter around her.
Angel frowned and looked around them, trying spot some type of shelter. Finally his eyes fell onto a small shack not too far away.
"Come on," he said, grabbing the redhead's hand and heading toward it.
"And if someone's living there?" Spike asked as he followed. "What are you ganna do? Just walk up, knock on the door and ask the nice human owner `mind inviting in two blood sucking vampires and a witch? Oh don't worry, we won't hurt you. I have a poofy soul, and this one here has a sodding government chip in his head, so's he can't bite.' Yeah, that'll work great."
"Better than nothing," he growled.
By the time they reached the small cabin, they were nearly frozen and the snow was accumulating quickly. Seeing that the building was abandoned, Spike quickly kicked the door open and the three entered. Finding a few candles, Spike lit them and looked around as Willow moved to look out a window.
"Home sweet bloody home," Spike mumbled, as he took in their surroundings.
The wind howled and hissed as the wooden walls shook and bent against the storm outside. Seeing a small fireplace, he quickly set to work building a fire to warm the room. It was still near freezing inside the building, but at least they were protected from the wind. Angel went into the kitchen to check for food and search for a phone, though he didn't expect to find either. As he came back into the main room, he saw Willow by the window.
"It's a full on blizzard out there," she said, more to herself than anyone else. "I hope everyone else is alright." She looked up Angel who was now standing right behind her, with a hand on her shoulder. He smiled.
"I'm sure the others are just fine," he reassured her. They both ignored Spikes snort and snicker at the comment.
Finding several blankets and pillow, Angel had laid them out on the wooden floor in front of the fireplace, which was now a blaze with a large fire. Willow wandered over to the warm, soft pile and plopped down, leaning back on a few pillows and closing her eyes, enjoying the heat from the fire on her cold face. The two vampires settled down on either side of her and Spike frowned when he saw a shiver run through her slight frame. Reaching out a hand, he ran it along her stomach, over her shirt; feeling the cold, wet material.
"Pet, you're clothes are soaked. You really should get out of them," he said in a low whisper, his breath tickling her ear.
"Yeah, right, and I'll just sit here naked with two master vampires all night," she said smiling, with a roll of her eyes. Both vampires swallowed hard and knew if they had a pulse, it would be racing. Clearing his throat, Angel ran a hand up and down her arm.
"Well, you really should at least get out of this shirt and those jeans," he told her, trying to suppress his smile. "You can wrap one of these blankets around yourself, and I promise, we will be perfect gentlemen."
"Speak for yourself, mate," Spike muttered. Her head spun back around to stare at him, her mouth hanging open, as she wondered if she had heard him correctly. Looking at him, she could see his eyes were filled with lust and he was leering at her in a way that made her blush madly. Was it possible that Spike wanted her? No, not possible at all, she decided.
"Spike, don't make fun of me," she said so quietly, he barely caught it.
"Making fun of you? How do you think I did that?" He asked in surprise.
"Y-you know, just now, before...with the whole 'speak for yourself' thing. It…it isn't nice." She looked down at the floor, trying to hold back tears that were now threatening to fall.
Suddenly, Spike reached forward, gently tilting her head up to look at him.
"Pet, do you actually think I WOULDN'T want you?" He asked.
"Well, why WOULD you? I mean, come on Spike, you said it yourself...I couldn't even keep 'dog boy' happy. Why would I ever think that you would want..."
Leaning forward he planted his lips firmly on hers, cutting off her words, and claiming her mouth with his own. His tongue slowly traced her lips before diving in and exploring her warm, sweet taste.
Finally, after several moments, he broke the kiss, leaning back and looking at her with a smirk, as she gasped for breath and her face turned a color not too far off from her hair.
"That was...I...I don't know what..." she muttered, having lost any sense of thinking or speaking.
"Still wondering if I would ever want you?" He asked with a smile, brushing one more slight, tender kiss across her lips. She shook her head in bewilderment.
"Good. Cause good old souly Angel here wants you too," Spike added. Both Angel and Willow looked completely stunned. Their eyes were staring at him, wide open and their mouths both opened and closed several times without saying a word. Finally Angel regained slight composure and spoke.
"Spike, I...why would you think that?"
Willow looked at him, crestfallen. "So, you don't want me?" She asked in a tiny, little girl voice.
"No! No! It isn't that...it's just..." he shook his head, trying to figure out what the right thing was to say. The truth was he DID want Willow. Badly. And after seeing her and Spike kiss, he wanted her even more. And he definitely couldn't have her thinking she was unwanted. That wouldn't do at all, but he was so thrown by Spike blurting out what he himself had only just discovered, that he had no idea what to say or do. Taking a few deep breaths, he looked right into her eyes and spoke.
"He's right, Willow. I DO want you. More that you can image. I just don't know how the hell HE knew that," he said, glaring at Spike over her shoulder. Looking back at her, he took her hands in his and leaning in slightly. "If you give me a chance, I'd like to show you just how much I want you."
"Oh goddess," she whispered. "But...but Angel, what about Buffy? And, I mean, you just found out that your soul is permanent, right? And, and..."
"And who better for me to...experience a moment of happiness with than the one who gave me that soul," he said with a smile.
"Well I'm sure as hell hopin its ganna be more than just a moment," Spike added with a grin, earning an annoyed glare from his grandsire.
"So..you...you're both saying...you...you both want me?" She said quietly.
They both nodded, and Angel leaned in closer, whispering into her ear. "Let us show you?" She closed her eyes and nodded slightly as she felt his cool lips brush across her bare neck. She shivered and fought to suppress a groan as he licked and nibbled his way up and down her neck.
"Oh goddess," she moaned, just before Spike leaned in and again captured her lips with his own in a searing kiss. His tongue demanded entrance to her mouth, and she arched her back, leaning into him as she lost herself in the duel sensations of his kiss and Angel's elaborate attention to her neck.
She wasn't even aware of the fingers working the buttons on her shirt, until Spike suddenly pulled it back and slid it off her shoulders. She shivered slightly as the cool air caressed her newly bared skin, and she felt her nipples pebble underneath her bra.
She tilted her head back and closed her eyes, as Spike began to trail kissed down the other side of her neck, and Angel leaned forward over her shoulder, kissing the very top of her chest. Suddenly she felt Angel reach around and run his hands lightly along her silk encased breasts and she shuddered. In a flash, he had the hook undone, and the soft material was discarded, leaving her rapidly rising and falling chest open to his embrace. She sucked in a breath as she felt each hand glide over each breast, and fingers began to pull and tweak her rosy nipples.
She leaned back against Angel's chest as he continued to play with her, rolling and squeezing both nipples. Spike continued to trail kisses down her neck and along her collarbone, before moving further downward. Soon, his mouth replaced one of Angel's hands, and he sucked one of the hard nubs in, licking and biting slightly with blunt teeth, causing her to shudder and moan, and arch her back, further thrusting her chest toward him.
A minute later, the cool wet sensation of his mouth disappeared and she whimpered in disapproval before Angel's hand once again ran over the warm, soft flesh, teasing and playing. He chuckled into her ear. "No patients, little witch?" She whimpered and writhed slightly in his embrace.
Spike busied himself with undoing her pants, before quickly sliding them down and off her legs, leaving her only wearing little black panties.
"Ohh, naughty girl," he purred into her ear, as he ran a finger along the waistband and began to slide them down. She arched up to help him with his task, and turned her head sideways, greeting Angel's lips with her own.
Spike ran a hand along her wet slit and she bucked up, moaning into Angel's mouth.
"Well, someone seems to be enjoying herself," Spike murmured, as he licked at the wetness coating his fingers, and her legs fell further apart, encouraging him on.
"Something you want Red?" He asked in a teasing tone. She broke away from Angel's kiss and looked over at the blond vampire with pleading, lust filled eyes.
"Please," she whispered.
"Please what?" Angel purred into her ear.
"Please, please make me cum," she begged in a tiny, high pitched voice.
"All in good time pet," Spike whispered. She closed her eyes, as Angel continued to kiss and caress her, and she heard slight movements near by that she knew were front Spike.
Moving her legs a bit further apart, Spike settled himself between them. Suddenly, her eyes shot open and she glanced down at him as she felt a shock of cold on her stomach. She looked down, seeing a small bit of snow melting quickly on her pale skin. She watched as he reached up and let a bit more of the cold, white snowfall from his hand onto one breast and then the other. She sucked in a deep breath and closed her eyes, fighting to keep from brushing the cold sensation away. Angel saw her hands clenching, struggling to stay away, and he reached down, pulling both arms back behind her and holding both hands back with one of his own. She squirmed a little and he tightened his grip slightly on her hands.
"Be good," he purred into her ear, and she felt herself flush at the words.
Spike leaned over, and ran his tongue along one breast, teasing the nipple and lapping up the cold water left from the melted snow. The sensation caused the redhead to shudder and moan softly, arching her back. Moving back down, he trailed a bit more snow down her chest, along her tummy and stopped just before her dewy red curls. Again the snow quickly melted and after a few moments, he let the last of it fall along her slit, sliding down and melting immediately. She could feel the cold water dripping down to her heated core and she bucked up at the sensations. With his hands hold her hips down, he very lightly ran his tongue along her slit and up around to her inner thighs, purposefully missing her clit. She tried to push herself toward him, and was held back by Angel, who still kept her arms held tightly behind her.
"More, more please," she whispered. Spike smiled as he continued to torture her, licking and sucking at every spot but where he knew she wanted him most. Angel was nipping at her neck and shoulder as she writhed in his lap, whimpering and crying out in frustration.
Finally, Spike gave in and let his tongue flick quickly over her sensitive clit. She cried out and bucked in Angel's arms, as he licked and sucked at it over and over until finally she came, screaming loudly and writhing wildly. He lapped at her juices until she calmed down and then moved up to capture her lips in a bruising kiss. She smiled against his mouth, as she tasted herself on him. After several minutes, she turned and looked up at Angel, who had finally released her arms and was softly caressing her breasts. Reaching a hand up to his head, she pulled him down into a kiss. "Make love to me, Angel," she pleaded.
Needing no further invitation, he gently lifted her off his lap and laid her down on the blankets, before quickly shedding his clothes. Spike did the same, and knelt to the side, leaning over to kiss the redhead soundly.
Kneeling in between her legs, Angel leaned forward, covering her body with his own, licking and sucking at every inch of her. Slowly, he slid two fingers into her, to be sure she was ready for him. Looking up for final affirmation, he saw her nod and smile slightly at him, just before he pulled his hand away and thrust inside her, sheathing himself in her warmth. She moaned loudly, as he filled her and he hissed at how tight she was. Holding himself still, he gave her a few moments to adjust to his size. Finally feeling her begin to move against him, he started a steady rhythm of thrusting in and out of her.
Turning her head to the side, she saw Spike kneeling next to her, naked, stroking himself. Reaching a small hand up, she replaced his with her own, and guiding him toward her mouth. Timidly, she licked at the tip of his cock, tasting his pre-cum and he shuddered and closed his eyes tightly. They flew open again a second later, when he felt her taking all of him into her mouth, sucking and licking at his hardened manhood.
In not too long, all three could feel their climaxes nearing. Willow moaned around Spike's cock as Angel reached up and pinched and flicked at her sensitive clit, and the vibrations from her mouth around him were enough to send Spike over the edge. Just as he began to pump himself into her mouth, Willow came, sucking and swallowing all he gave her. Her muscles tightened and clamped down around Angel's cock and a moment later he roared his release, slamming into her hard and filling her with his seed.
It was several minutes later before all three finally calmed down and found themselves lying in a tangled heap. Spike pulled Willow back up against him, wrapping an arm around her waist. Angel pulled a blanket over the three of them before wrapping his arms around the small, flushed redhead. She snuggled between the two vampires.
"So you believe us now, pet, that we want you?" Spike asked with a smirk, nipping at her shoulder.
"Well, um, I'm starting to get the idea, but I think maybe I need you to show me a few more times for me to be sure," she said with a sly smile.
"Vixen," Angel whispered, before sweeping in and lightly brushing her lips with his own.
Willow closed her eyes and silently reminded herself to thank her friend Tara for helping her with the spell to create a snowstorm.
The End