E-mail: harpeme@hotmail.com
Rating: R to NC-17 (you have been warned!)
Category: W/A/S/C
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Sue me, and that's what you'll get.
Warning: This is set on the night Darla was turned by Dru. Angel has just come from the seedy motel and he's being his usual broody self. Starts off sort of Cordy-Spike-centric, but Will gets in there. Don't worry.
Feedback: Yes, please, I'm a little rusty and could use the encouragement.
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~Part: 1~
Cordelia sighed and for the hundredth time in the past ten minutes tried to read the magazine page in front of her face. She shivered and buried her feet under the thick quilts over her bed. She felt like someone had just walked over her grave. Angel must have brought Darla over she decided, it was the only explanation for her feeling this way.
Stupid selfish undead bastard.
How could he not see the huge mistake he was making? Darla was going to get her soul sucked away and then she was going to kick him to the curb like always. And then she and Wes were going to be the ones left to pick up the big broody pieces.
"Augh!" she grunted, chucking the magazine across the room. "I wish I could kick you right in your big overhanging forehead, you vampiress-whipped moron!"
Her laugh was hollow. When was she going to admit that she was in love with Angel? That she wasn't upset about Darla being back so much as the idea that she seemed invisible when Darla was around? A shower. Maybe a shower would make her feel better. She could wash the grime of self-pity right off. Shutting off the TV, she stripped the clothes off on her way to the bathroom and started up the hot water.
Despite the three shampoos and a cream rinse, Cordy's mood was not lifted. In fact, the silence of the bathroom had only allowed her thoughts to smack her around some more. She sat at her vanity and began dragging a comb through her hair.
"Feel better?" a voice behind her sounded.
She shrieked and snatched the towel closer to her body. Angel was standing right behind her. Of course, she couldn't see him in the mirror. "Angel! What the hell!!"
He smiled wickedly. Despite the searing heat racing through Cordy's veins, a heavy stone of dread settled in the pit of her stomach. "I'm sorry, Cordy, I just couldn't resist. You're so beautiful and unaffected when you don't think anyone's watching. Natural. I don't know how I missed it."
He stepped closer. She pressed her body back against the vanity. She didn't like the look in his eyes. Actually, she loved the look in his eyes. Heat. Hunger. Unleashed craving. But it was dangerous. Was this Angelus? Had Angel finally crossed the line with Darla? Why was he looking at her like that?
"Angel," she said, her voice shaking. "What are you doing?"
"Well, Cordelia, if I have to explain it…" he said, pressing his lips against hers. She moaned, clutching at his coat. She had wanted this for so long. His cool fingers against her warm wet skin sent her senses reeling. He pushed the towel away, dragging his hands along the length of her spine. His lips traveled her throat, laving her jugular with attention.
"Cordy, this could be much more pleasant if you participate," he purred.
"No-" she cried, pushing him away.
"What?"
"Exactly, what is this, Angel?"
"I thought this is what you wanted," he said, with a chuckle. "In fact, I know it's what you want. Don't you know I can smell it on you, Cordelia? My sweet Cordelia."
He stepped closer, taking a deep sniff of her throat. "I can smell how much you want me. I always could. I was just too much of a fool to do anything about it."
Cordy shoved him away again, her face awash in disgust. "And what makes tonight so special? Did Darla turn you down?"
"No," Angel said. "Dru turned her, Cordy. She's a vampire again."
Cordy rolled her eyes. "So what, you thought you'd pop over here, have me relieve you of your pesky soul so Darla and Angelus could go paint the town red?"
"Something like that," Angel shrugged.
"Angel!"
He reclined on her bed, as if he was so weary, he couldn't stand any longer. "It doesn't matter anymore, Cordy. Nothing does."
"My God, how blind are you? Is she worth losing all of your friends? Is she worth losing your soul? Is she worth losing any chance you have of being human again?"
Angel began to speak, but Cordy interrupted him. "No, don't, I'm not really all that interested in what you have to say. You're wasting everything that used to mean something to you, Angel. I can't stick around to watch you do that."
Angel held her shoulders and made her look him in the eye. "Whoa, whoa, now Cordy, now what do you mean?"
She sighed and set her jaw, determined not to let him see her cry. "I mean I love you…. You big jackass!!"
Angel's considerable brow creased.
"Now get out!" Cordy shouted, shoving him toward the door. He did just as he was told, but not without giving her a bewildered look over his shoulder. To encourage his descent down the stairs, she threw a lamp at him.
"Wha!" he shouted, closing the door just as the lamp hit it.
~~~*~~~
She looked down into her hand. The keys to Angel's convertible winked up at her. She has palmed them out of Angel's coat pockets. She was definitely spending too much time with Gunn. Without hesitation, Cordy pulled a suitcase from under her bed and began tossing random clothes into it.
~~~*~~~
Spike howled with rage and kicked the now defunct DeSoto. Then he howled in pain. "Stupid bleeding car!"
He knew why he was really angry. The DeSoto had broken down on him more times than Jimmy Swaggart on a confession binge. He was really angry that he was all wrapped up in the Slayer and she thought he was about as attractive as belly button lint.
How could he, William the freakin' Bloody, get so tossed by a woman? And a Slayer at that. Named 'Buffy' for God's sake. What was wrong with him? Had he lost his edge?
He plopped down on the side of the stretch of California highway.
Probably.
He had been so thrown when Buffy said he was 'beneath' her, he went to try to kill her again and ended up comforting the wench. That was when he decided it would be best if he just left town, which was why he ended up sitting here on the edge of nowhere with a broken down car and no way of getting back to Sunnyhell before dawn.
Headlights were heading toward him. He stuck his thumb out and waved. The car pulled in behind the defunct DeSoto. Perhaps his luck was changing. Here was a midnight snack, with delivery service.
"Spike?"
Just when he thought his night couldn't get any weirder, the driver stepped out.
"Cordelia? What are you doing all the way out here? In Soul-boy's car?"
"Stole it." Cordelia said, wincing a little. Spike threw his head back and laughed. She smiled.
"What's the trouble with your car?"
"Awww, it's just a problem with the…. ah, intake… transmission… injection manifold," Spike shrugged.
"In other words, you don't know and you just made all that up," Cordy said, smiling wryly.
"Pretty much, yeah," Spike nodded. Cordy popped Angel's trunk and got out his toolbox. She took out her trusty flashlight and shined it into Spike's exposed engine. Spike admired her form as she bent under the hood. Perhaps she wouldn't mind if he took a little nip…..pzzzott!!!! He clutched his forehead as an electric shock jolted through his brain.
If he ever found those bloody lab rats… He shook the pain off and watched as Cordy inspected his car.
"Well, I'd say your first problem is there's duct tape holding your engine together," she laughed. "And what appears to be Bubble-Yum keeping the distributor cap from falling off."
Spike chuckled, embarrassed. He had to admit, though he loved the sound of his car roaring along the highway, he longed for the days of the horse and buggy. The internal workings of a combustion engine completely confounded him.
Cordy sighed. Spike tried not to notice how nice her warm breath against his cheek. "I don't think there's a mechanic on this planet that will be able to fix this car, Spike. I'm sorry. "There's an appropriately seedy road motel back there, I can drop you off, if you'd like."
Spike shrugged and went to the side door to fish his Sex Pistols tapes from the seat. "Well, goodbye old girl, we've had a good run together."
"You're taking this awfully well," Cordy said.
Spike grinned. "Because I'm looking forward to your telling me why exactly you're out here in the armpit of God's country with Angel's illicitly gained car."
Cordy laughed. "It may take a while."
"That's the upside to immortality, pet, I've got eternity." Spike said.
~~~*~~~
"So here I am, vision girl, I'm the key to the whole investigation operation, and I can't even get a 'good job on the invoices, Cordelia' or 'I'm sorry it's my life's work that causing your brain- splitting psychic flashes of unspeakable pain and misery, Cordelia.'" She said sipping her beer. She couldn't believe she was sitting here in one of the nastiest roadhouses she had ever seen, including the ones in Sunnydale, talking about her defunct love life with the same vampire that, in effect, caused her hideous impalement scar. "Mostly it's 'Who touched the precious things on my desk?' or 'Cordy made the coffee didn't she? Ahh! It burns!'"
"He doesn't appreciate you," Spike said. "Daddy was never good about that sort of thing. He was mostly good at obsessing and plotting dastardly world-domination type gigs."
"Well, that's no excuse," Cordy said. "Angel was supposed to be moving on to another level of protector, becoming human for goodness sake, but instead-"
"He's stuck in the old self-destructive patterns," Spike nodded.
"Why are you and I the only ones who get it?" Cordy asked.
"He's afraid, pet," Spike shrugged, taking a pull off his beer. "If he commits to being one hundred percent human, it means he has to change. He would have to be normal again. No more spending his nights alone reading incredibly boring books and brooding over the sad, sad state of whatever he's mourning this week. He would have to go out and meet people. And meeting without eating was never something he was good at. And in a way, by rejecting you, he's rejecting having to become human."
"And that makes sense on what planet?" Cordy asked.
"Well, just look at you!" Spike exclaimed. "You're life on a plate."
"I always thought I was sex on a plate," Cordy said, pouting. She clapped her hand over her mouth. She couldn't believe she said that! All the beer was going to her head.
Spike grinned. "What I mean is, you glow with humanity. You're sunshine and warmth embodied and I think it intimidates Angel to be around you."
Cordy smiled. "That was probably the best compliment I've ever gotten."
Spike winked back. "I aim to please."
Cordy stood, pushing back from the table. "I'll be right back."
"Where are you going?" Spike asked, he looked a little hurt. Was she leaving him, too? Spike wondered. What was it about him that ran living ladies off? Maybe he freaked her out with that 'life on a plate' comment.
"Spike, I'm going to the ladies' room."
He laughed. "Oh, sorry. Do what you gotta do, ducks."
"Thank you."
When Cordy got to the bathroom door, she was already armed with her waterless hand sanitizer. She used her elbow to push on the door.
"Uh, someone's in here!" a voice shouted from inside.
"Sorry!" Cordelia exclaimed. She heard flush and stepped out of the way to let the girl through. When the door opened, she thought she might pass out.
"Cordy?"
"Willow! What are you doing here?"
~Part: 2~
"Cordy!"
The redheaded witch grinned wildly and threw her arms around Cordelia. Cordelia laughed and squeezed Willow tight.
"Willow, you're gorgeous!" Cordy laughed, surveying Willow from head to toe. The little mouse Cordy had known in high school was long gone. It her place was a willowy, to pardon the pun, beauty with feline green eyes and a cascade of fiery hair. Her waist was absolutely tiny, and Cordy could actually see it through the sheer fire-engine red t-shirt, which was a shock in itself. The sheer shirt overlaid a tiny tank. A pair of hip-hugging black jeans and a pair of chunky black boots completed the ensemble. Cordy had exchanged a few emails with Willow over the last few years and felt they had gotten over whatever animosity there was between the two of them, but she had no idea what a transformation the hacker had made.
"You're not so bad yourself." Willow laughed. "Cordy, what are you doing in a place like this?"
"Me?" Cordy exclaimed. "What about you? At least I have Spike here to protect me."
"Spike's here?!" Willow cried. "Well, hell, I hitch-hiked out of town for nothing!"
"Hitch-hiked!"
"How else would I end up in this dive?" Willow asked. "It's not exactly on the chamber of commerce map."
Cordy laughed, pulling her back to their table. "Spike, look who I found!"
Spike's jaw dropped. "Red?"
Willow grinned, throwing her loaded shoulder bag under the table. "Hey, Spike. I heard they have good cheese fries here."
"Yeah, right," Spike chuckled. "So what are doing so far from home, little kitten? Aren't you out past the dorm curfew?"
"The dorm, the school, the magic shop, they can all just kiss my ass." Willow said.
Cordy grimaced and squeezed Willow's hand. "Uh, Will, you realize those are all buildings, right? They can't kiss anyone's ass."
Willow rolled her eyes.
"So I take it things are less than sunny in Sunnydale?" Spike asked.
"Hardly." Willow spat. "It turns out, Tara's not really a lesbian."
"What?!" Spike cried. "Well, there goes countless hours of fantasizing down the drain."
Willow glared at him. He shrugged and grinned with maddening charm.
"Uh, Will, wouldn't you be able to um, tell if Tara wasn't a lesbian?" Cordy asked.
Now Willow was glaring at Cordy. "Well, I wasn't exactly an expert lesbian, was I? It seemed like Tara was into our relationship, but it turns out she was just, excuse the term, pumping me for witchcraft tips."
Spike tweaked Will's nose. "Oh come on, Red, you two seemed to invest an awful lot of time into braiding each other's hair. How do you know that she wasn't the girl for you?"
"Remember Percy from high school?" Willow asked Cordy.
Cordy nodded. "Sure."
"I found his boxers in our bed one morning, which I was willing to write off because, hey, girls enjoy them, too. But then I found Percy in our bed, and I really just couldn't look past that."
"Ouch." Cordy winced.
"Yeah." Willow growled sipping from Cordy's beer. "So I decided it would be better if I left town for a little while. Maybe forever, I haven't decided."
"You're going to let that little bitch get away with it?" Spike demanded. "You're going to let her run you out of town?"
"Well, it's not like Sunnydale was a real garden spot, Spikey. Besides, she didn't away with anything. Tomorrow morning, she's waking up with horns."
"Well, we're a regular broken hearts club, aren't we?" Spike grinned
"You guys, too?" Willow cried.
"Buffy," Spike nodded.
"Angel," Cordy said, her hand raised.
"Well, I propose a toast," Willow said, raising an empty beer glass. "May those that love us, love us, and those who don't go straight to hell."
"Here, here," Spike grinned, clicking his glass with hers. "To the jilted."
"To the jilted." Cordy said.
~~~*~~~
"Don't get any ideas, Spike," Cordy warned as she strung the thin bedspread over the window. She couldn't believe it was almost dawn. The three of them had spent most of the night talking at the bar. With sunlight approaching quickly, they had dashed across the street to the truly sordid CarOnoda Motel. Of course, there was only one room free, so the three of them had to share. Willow and Cordy were taking the bed; Spike was stuck on the floor.
"Oh, I wouldn't dream of it, pet, I'm just grateful you're even letting me sleep inside," Spike grumbled as he punched his pillow into shape.
Willow came out of the bathroom, her hair a dark crimson from her shower. Billows of sweet, spicy steam followed her into the bedroom.
"Are we all ready for beddie-bye?" Spike asked.
Willow nodded. "I think it goes without saying, Spike, that chip or no chip, come near me while I sleep and my guardian spirits will rip you a new one."
Spike scoffed. "You know I don't buy into all that hocus-pocus bollocks."
Willow grinned impudently. "But are you willing to take the risk?"
"Well…. No." Spike stripped off his shirt and reached for his belt.
"What are you doing!" Cordy and Willow cried.
"Getting ready for bed," Spike said, looking at them like they were quite daft. "I sleep nakies."
"Not tonight you don't!" Cordy cried.
Willow laughed. "Just keep your underwear on, ok, Spike?"
Spike shrugged. "Can't, Red-"
"You don't wear any." Cordy sighed. "Who writes this crap?"
"Here." Willow said, reaching into her bag. She tossed a pair of striped boxers at him.
"You kept Percy's underwear!" Cordy cried.
"Well, I wasn't really thinking clearly," Willow shrugged. "By Lorena Bobbit standards, I think he got away rather easy."
"I'm not wearing some other bloke's skivvies." Spike said.
"Oh, like the guy who's worn the same black t-shirt for the last five years suddenly has cleanliness standards," Cordy snorted.
"Fine," Spike said, stomping into the bathroom to change.
Willow slipped under the covers and punched her pillow into shape. "All right, is it just me, or does Spike have hottest set of abs you've ever seen on a man living or dead?"
"I thought we were batting for the other team now," Cordy grinned.
"I'm sexually ambiguous," Willow said. "I'm not blind."
"I heard that," came Spike's muffled voice from the bathroom.
~Part: 3~
Cordy blinked sleepily and looked around the cheap hotel room. Ughh. What a dump. From now on, when she decided to steal Angel's car and take to the road, she would remember to make reservations at a Swissotel.
She rolled over to find Willow curled up next to her. She smiled and pushed the fiery hair from Willow's face. Cordy thought she would be more freaked out about sharing a bed with a lesbian, but this was just Willow. The feeling of waking up next to someone was rather… comfy.
Maybe Wesley was right, she was growing up.
Willow's eyes fluttered open. She was a little surprised to find Cordelia watching her. She smiled. There were mornings when she would watch Tara sleep and she always wished she would wake to find Tara doing the same. Instead, most mornings she would find her dishwater-haired lover fast asleep with her mouth hanging open.
"Good morning," Cordy whispered.
"Morning," Willow said, tucking a strand of hair behind Cordy's ear. "Looks like Spike behaved himself."
"Mmmhmm," Cordy grinned. They crawled to the end of the bed. Spike was curled up on the floor, clutching the blanket like a toddler and sucking his thumb. They began giggling so hard Cordy almost choked. When they finally came up for air, Spike was grumpily emerging from the depths of his near-death sleep.
"What's so bleeding funny?" he demanded.
"Nothing," Willow sputtered. "When we leave, remind me to pack your lil' blue blankie."
Spike scowled and settled on the bed next to them. He grabbed a smoke from his duster and lit it.
"Speaking of leaving," Willow said. "What are we going to do now?"
Spike took a deep drag of his cig. "Well, I'm taking off on my own. I figured I'd head south, take up residence in Rio again, maybe find that randy chaos demon and kick his ass."
"So you don't want to stay with us?" Cordy said.
"We're an us?" Willow asked. Cordy shrugged.
"No…" Spike said, not exactly convincing. "I don't even like you."
"Fine," Cordy said. "Willow, where were you heading?"
"My plan only extended as far as 'get the hell out of Sunnydale.'" Willow said, nodding. "So, I don't know."
"Well, I was driving down to my parent's beach-house in Mexico, it was the one thing the IRS didn't run away with," Cordy said. "You're welcome to come with, if you'd like."
"I'd love to," Willow exclaimed.
"Great," Cordy said. "Spike, would you at least like a ride somewhere?"
"Well, since I'm heading that way," Spike shrugged, noncommittally. "Would be safe for chits like you to travel alone anyway."
"That's so kind of you," Willow deadpanned.
"All right then, so it's sun and fun south of the border…. for some of us," Cordy said, grinning at Spike. She jumped out of bed. "Just let me pack up my stuff and we'll be ready to roooollll!"
Cordy dropped to her knees and clutched her forehead. "Aaaugghhh!"
"Cordy?!" Willow cried.
Flashes of pain shot through her as an image of children locked away in a closet overtook her. They were frightened, alone…. No, not alone, there was someone with them… their abductor…. he had some very sick plans in mind for them.
"No!" she cried as the vision came to an end. She realized she wasn't on the floor anymore, but wrapped in Spike's arms. He was gazing down at her, panicked.
"You ok, pet?" he asked gently.
"Peachy," she muttered. She looked up at the ceiling and shouted to no one in particular. "I'm on VACATION!"
She moaned and clutched her head. "There are children, three doors down, they're being held in a closet. We have to get to them. He's about to move."
"We will," Willow promised. She threw on a pair of jeans and helped Cordy slip into some fresh clothes.
Spike was still buttoning his shirt while they made their way down the length of the hotel. It was nearly sundown, which put the vampire back in the game.
"This one," Cordy nodded as they found unit 4. Spike kicked the door open. Willow and Cordy ran in.
"Hey, girls, wait! It might not be safe." He cried.
By the time he got through the door, Willow and Cordelia had the man unconscious and slumped over in his chair. Though he was broken and bleeding, Cordelia just kept punching him.
"Cordy, stop!" Willow said. "He's out."
"You don't know what he had in mind for these kids," Cordelia said.
"Eww." Willow shuddered. They opened the closet to find twin 7-year- old boys cowering in the darkness. They blinked at the light pouring into the closet.
"Are you angels?" one asked as Cordelia picked him up.
"Hardly, little chap," Spike chuckled, untying the other.
"It's all about Angel, isn't it?" Cordy muttered, checking the other boy for signs of injury.
Willow tapped her on the shoulder. "Uh, Cordy, he meant 'divine celestial being,' not 'stupid undead jackass who dissed you.'"
"Thank you!" the little boy cried, flinging his arms around Spike's neck. If Spike had any blood left in his veins, he would have blushed.
"Well, uh, you're welcome, er, son," Spike said, patting the boy's head.
"I'll walk the boys over to the office and call the police," Cordy said. "Will, why don't you and Spike go pack up the room and get the car warmed up."
"Do you think they'll be alright on their own?" Will asked.
"I think so, unless of course, you want to stick around and explain to the authorities how I knew the kids were in here," Cordy said, lowering her voice. "Besides, I need to do some sort of Body-Binding spell to keep dipshit here from running away before he can be arrested."
"Um, Cordy, have you been reading Harry Potter?" Will said suspiciously. "There's no such thing as a body-binding spell."
"Well, just do something so he can't get away," Cordy said.
"How about we tie him up?" Spike suggested, grinning.
"Fine." Cordy said rolling her eyes. "Come on, kids. Let's call your parents and tell them you're alright."
"Why was that man so pale?" one of the boys asked as they walked away.
"And grumpy?" the other added.
~~~*~~~
"Please?"
"No." Willow said.
"Please?"
"No!' Cordy cried.
"Come on!"
"No, Spike, we will not play another round of the license plate game with you." Willow said.
"Why not?" Spike whined.
"Because you cheat!" Willow laughed. "You use your superhuman night- vision to look at the cars three miles before we get to them.
"Sore losers," Spike grumbled, taking a bite of the licorice Willow insisted was part of every road trip.
"We're almost there," Cordy said. "Just a few more miles."
"Have you noticed she's said that every few miles?" Spike asked.
"I think she's talking to herself," Willow giggled. "Have we really been that bad, Cordelia?"
"No!" Cordy exclaimed. Actually she had had a wonderful time on the road with spike and Willow. They listened to obnoxious music, ate loads of junk food, spent hours making fun of their respective dumpers. More often than not, however, she noticed the conversation turned toward Angel. It was obvious Spike had never really gotten over his sire. Even Willow got a little misty when she made fun of the broody dark-haired vamp. When Cordelia teased the redhead about having a crush on "her" man, Willow blushed.
"Well, he left town and I became a lesbian, you do the math," she'd muttered.
"We're here!" Cordy shouted as she turned on a sandy road. She seemed to grow more and more excited as they neared the beach. Spike sniffed at the pleasant salted air. He never imagined his fight from Buffy would come to this. Shacking up with her two high school chums on some deserted beach. He was actually rather glad he had the chip in his head. He would have hated for the demon within him to get the better of him and make a snack of these lovelies.
Cordy was anxious to see the old beach house again. She had spent a lot of happy times there as a child. It was the one place her parents seemed like, well, normal parents.
It was just a she remembered. A simple, rough-hewn cottage with lovely sky blue shutters with crescent moons cut out. She skidded to a halt in the sandy driveway and turned off the engine. Angel would kill her when he saw the mileage she had put on his precious car.
Spike and Willow got out. Cordy pulled out the old tarnished key and unlocked the door. They aced through the cottage to see the ocean view from the back-porch. It was poetry. The moon hung perfectly aligned over the horizon, reflecting a thousand rays of light from the waves. The sand was pearly white and stretched open and clear for miles on either side of the cottage.
"It's gorgeous." Willow breathed.
"It'll do," Spike shrugged.
Willow and Cordy rolled their eyes and took off running down the beach, tearing their clothes off as they ran.
"Girls, where are you going?" Spike shouted, running after them, scooping their clothes up as they went. He was actually relieved when he saw them keep their underwear on. If they had gone naked, he thought he might have lost consciousness.
"For a swim, silly," Cordy shouted as she dove into the waves. She shrieked, the water was freezing. Willow dove in after her.
"Come on, Spike!" Willow shouted.
"I can't," Spike said.
"Why not?" Cordy asked as she stepped out of the water. Her wet underclothes clung to her like a second skin. "Does salt-water have the same effect as holy water?"
"No," Spike shrugged. "I just can't swim."
~Part: 4~
"You can't swim?" Willow cried. Spike watched with great interest as her pert little breasts bounced as she jogged to keep warm in the cooling night air.
"Well, you don't have to make a federal case of it, I just can't swim." He said defensively.
"But you've had more than 100 years to learn!" Cordy exclaimed.
Spike growled. "Alright, alright, so big bad Spike need floaties to stay upright in the kiddie pool, why don't we just take an ad in USA Today?"
"Don't worry, Spikey," Willow said, wrapping her fingers around his. "We'll teach you."
"Yeah, you don't breathe, it's not like you can drown," Cordy grinned; taking Spike's other hand. They stripped him down to his jeans and led him toward the water. He kept his eyes riveted to the stars and tried to think of something beside the earnest, warm hands plucking his clothes away. He had often dreamed of having these two strip him down between them, but it hadn't involved water… but he could work with that.
As they made their way out to waist-deep waves, Spike "accidentally" brushed his hands along the insides of their thighs. He watched out of the corners of his eyes as each girl's eyes widened in surprised but said nothing.
"Maybe we should practice keeping your head under water at first," Willow said.
"Alright," Spike said. Out of ancient instinct, he took a deep breath as he plunged below the waves. He leaned toward Cordy and nudged her hip with his nose, tracing the lines of her panties with his tongue. He felt her abdomen clench as she inhaled sharply, he grinned against her skin.
"You ok, Cordy?" Willow asked.
"Fine," Cordy nodded as she desperately fought against giggling.
"We can go inside if it's getting too cold!" she cried as Spike's tongue began its descent from her belly button to the waistband of her underwear
"You ok?" Cordy asked.
"Fish," Willow shrugged as she nudged Spike away. "A fish brushed against my leg."
Spike broke the surface of the water, gasping. "That was great!" he cried. "Now what?"
~~~*~~~
"Cordy, are you asleep?" Willow whispered.
"Mmmhmmm," Cordy murmured, rolling over in the king-size bed they were sharing in the master bedroom. Spike was bunking in the guest room down the hall. After an hour so spent cavorting in the moonlit waves, they were all exhausted. Unpacking had been skipped in favor of crashing.
"Then how can you answer me?" Willow laughed softly.
" A fringe benefit of having psychic powers," Cordy murmured. "Go back to sleep, Will."
"I can't," Willow hissed. "I have to tell you something."
"Spike kissed you in naughty places underwater, too, didn't he?" Cordy said without opening her eyes.
"Wow!" Willow exclaimed. "Can you read minds, too?"
"No, but I just figured if it was keeping me up, it was keeping you up, too." Cordy sighed, sitting up.
"That rotten undead bastard!" Willow hissed. "We should stake him right now… shouldn't we?"
"Oh, yes," Cordy said nodding. She actually felt like running down the hall, climbing into Spike's bed and teach him a lesson. He had been a very naughty boy. "You especially… because you don't even like men anymore…right?"
"Well, I never said I didn't like men anymore, I just liked Tara, which isn't true anymore. So I guess I'm sort of between sexual preferences."
"What?" Cordy demanded. She chucked her pillow at Willow. "That doesn't even make any damn sense, witch."
Willow squealed and hit Cordy over the head with her pillow. Cordy clutched at her wrists, rolling Willow under her. They tussled for dominance, rolling over and over on the huge bed. Cordy finally pinned Willow under her, holding the redhead's wrists against the mattress. Willow shivered. Cordy's breath feathered across her brow. The weight of Cordy's body felt pleasantly heavy against Willow's hips.
Willow whimpered. "Cordy, you shouldn-"
She was interrupted by the soft press of Cordy's lips against hers. Willow moaned. Cordy smiled against her lips. It was strange. Cordelia didn't fell strange kissing another woman's lips. She wasn't thinking of it like that. She was kissing Willow's lips and it was making her happy.
Willow's breath was ragged when Cordy pulled away, brushing the hair back from Willow's brow with gentle fingers. Willow grinned, pulling Cordelia down to her. She rolled over the brunette, slipping the straps to her tank over her shoulders. She arched her hips down with purpose, applying just the right pressure to Cordy's.
Cordy moaned, feeling a beautiful warmth spread between her thighs.
"I can show you things, Cordy, things a man would never think to do to you," Willow purred, peeling the tank top away. "Have you ever noticed that when a man touches your breast, he goes straight for the nipple?"
Cordy moaned as Willow ringed her areola with lightest of touches. "But a woman knows, the exquisite torture of waiting for the touch."
Willow's fingertips traced an aching pattern around the warm silky globe of Cordy's breast. "Hoping, dying for the contact."
Cordy cried out as a shudder ran through her core. She marveled as she felt the beginnings of her orgasm building. She was going to come right here, barely being touched, just by the sound of Willow's voice.
"Do you like that, Cordelia?" Willow whispered against Cordy's ear. When Willow's clever fingers traced the lines of her stomach to her jutting hipbones, Cordy arched off of the bed with an animal cry.
"Do you like that Cordelia?" Willow whispered again, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of Cordy's mouth.
"Yes," Cordy gasped as Willow's fingers hovered just over the Cordy's clit.
"Good," Willow said, grinning. She laughed and laid back down, rolling away from Cordy.
"Will- wha?" Cordy stammered. "You rat!"
Willow giggled as Cordy shoved her from the bed. She tumbled to the floor. "That will teach you to hit me a pillow."
"Willow Rosenberg, if you are any kind of lesbian at all, you will get back in this bed and fuck me until my eyes roll back into my head!"
"Well, it's a tough job," Willow grinned, pouncing on the brunette. "But somebody has to do it."
On the other side of the bedroom wall, Spike listened to Cordy and Willow moan in delight as they discovered the nuances of loving each other. He was rock-hard from the moment he heard their voices stirring in the next room.
The demon within him demanded he walk down the hall and force his way into their bed. The man within him had very similar demands. But he knew he would have to bide his time. First the girls would find solace with each other and then, he hoped, they would find a place in their hearts to comfort him.
It was all because of Angel, he snorted. Cordy was in pain because of the Grand Pouf's rejection. Willow was in pain because she could never find the nerve to tell Angel how she felt, so she turned to the wrong woman. And him, he had been reeling for years because of the twisted head-games Angelus had played.
"One day, girls, one day, we will have our revenge on Nancy Boy," he murmured, exhaling smoke. "And then, what a grand family we will make."
~Part: 5~
Angel threw his stuff in the rental car and shuddered. He couldn't believe he was actually going to drive....eruuurrh.... a Toyota.
He had been a true blue funk earlier, but what else was new. Darla was newly risen and wanted to kill him. Wes and Gunn wouldn't talk to him and Cordy was missing. And someone stole his car.
He was shuffling through the lobby, missing Cordy, missing her relentless cheer, he endless needling. He even missed her stupid new haircut. Wes said she was on vacation and he had no idea where she was.
The mail was piled up next to the the door. Sitting atop the bills was a postcard from a place called "Shaky Jake's Roadhouse."
"What the hell?" he picked up the card. There was a picture taped on the back. It took a few moments for him to realize what he was looking at.... Spike, Willow and Cordelia sitting on the top of his precious convertible in front of the roadhouse, smiling to beat the band and giving the camera the one-finger salute.
"Dear Angel, gone beaching. Sit on it and spin. Love and kisses, W/S/C."
Angel grimaced as he slid behind the wheel of the hatch-back. He strained to tuck his tall frame into the tiny cabin.
He groaned. "You'll pay for this, Cordelia."
~Part: 6~
"Spiiiiiiikey."
"MMMMMRRRRR." Spike growled, swatting at whatever was touching his face.
"Spiiiiikey," Cordy whispered. "Wake uuuuuuppppp."
Spike mumbled something obscene and rolled over, tucking the pillow around his head.
Willow giggled. "We're naaaaaaked."
Spike bolted up from the pillow. "I'm up! I'm up!"
"I'll bet," Cordy snorted. She wondered if Angel had gotten his postcard yet. It had been Spike's idea. And she had to admit; it was still making her giggle. Spike told her, "What good is stealing the pouf's prize possession, if he doesn't know it was you?" Willow had sent Tara a picture of her kissing Cordy. It was shot from behind Cordy's head so Tara wouldn't know whom it was, but Willow's face was very clear and it was clear she was enjoying herself. Spike, for all of his posturing, didn't have the hart to do anything to Buffy because with her mum in the hospital, it seemed like kicking her when she was down. Willow thought that was a very mature thing to do. Angel and Tara had mistreated the girls, Buffy just wasn't interested…. Vehemently not interested.
"Come on, Spike," Willow said, tugging at his arm. "It's almost sunset."
"We've already been to the local market. We even found the local vampire dive, which is actually called, "Willito's. Can you believe that?" Cordy handed him a warmed glass of A positive. "Will said this is your favorite. I warmed it up, 45 seconds in the microwave on medium power."
He smiled and sipped it. "Mmm, just right, thanks."
Willow wrinkled her nose. "How do you know how to warm up blood? I always coagulated it when Spike was staying with Giles."
"But you at least tried, Red." Spike said, tweaking her nose.
"I um, used to warm up Angel's meals for him… he used to pretend he actually liked it when I sprinkled cinnamon on top…" Cordy's eyes welled up. "But then Darla showed up and he went all dark again…"
"No tears," Spike said, brushing them away from her cheeks. He kissed the side of her throat gently. Cordy's body stiffened. Willow's too, but more out of a jealous instinct, which quickly melted away. Somehow it seemed right for Spike to kiss Cordelia. "We agreed, no tears on this trip, remember? Angel doesn't matter right now, what matters is I'm going to get out of bed and when the sun sets, we're going into town and having a bit of fun."
"Yay!" Willow exclaimed, pulling Cordy from the bed. Spike saw how they were dressed for the first time. Achingly tight jeans and tank tops whose straps were practically non-existent. His jaw dropped as he saw Cordy reached over and pinch Willow's butt as they walked out.
He was glad to see their experience the night before hadn't changed things between them. They teased each other in the same lilting taunts. They gave each other the same loving looks. Now all he wanted was to be included.
Soon, he told himself, soon.
~~~*~~~
"Ok, girls," Spike said, stepping out of his bedroom. "I'm ready to roll."
Cordy and Willow gave him funny looks. "What?" he asked, looking down at his usual ensemble. Black jeans, black t-shirt, red button down shirt, black duster.
"Spike, we're in Mexico." Cordy laughed.
"Land of unbearable humidity." Willow added. "If you go walking the village in a full-length leather coat in the middle of April…."
"Right," he nodded, shrugging out of his coat.
"Red shirt, too." Cordy said. He obeyed.
"Now, the pants." Willow said, just to see if he would do it. He grinned cheekily at her.
"Nice try, Red. Maybe later."
Cordy giggled. "Come on."
The town was bustling with energy when they drove toward its lights. Spike sipped tequila while the girls ate delicious enchiladas from the local cantina. He watched as some of the locals hung brightly colored paper chains from building to building. In front of the church, other men were building a huge fireworks display.
"What's going on?" Willow asked.
"Ah! Cinqo de Mayo!" Cordy laughed. "I forgot, it's tomorrow."
"Really? I've always wanted to see an authentic festival," Willow said. "American holidays have gotten sort of cheesy."
"You're just bitter about getting all those Chanukah presents suspiciously wrapped in red and green paper, pet." Spike chuckled. She made a face at him.
They finished dinner and began wandering about town. Spike was pleased when each girl took one of his arms and tucked it under their own as they strolled along. They came to a booth selling long, brightly colored skirts, suitable for a flamenco dancer. Spike grinned and held up two fingers. The girls squealed. Willow chose scarlet. Cordy, cobalt blue.
"Thank you, Spike." Cordy said.
"Well, given the way the men in this town are looking at you, I didn't think it was a good idea for you two to be walking around in those jeans." He said. "Besides, if I see you in them, I might want to eat you up."
He growled playfully and nuzzled each of their throats. The girls giggled. The man selling the skirts grinned at him. "You are a very lucky man, senor." He said, his white teeth showing brilliantly against his tanned, weather-beaten face.
"You don't have to tell me," Spike grinned as they dragged him away.
~~~*~~~
"La Cucaracha! La Cucaracha! Nananananana." The girls sang loopily. Spike laughed, they had been butchering that poor song since they left town. He should have known better than to let them drink all of those margaritas. They were used to the watered down version. The ones served in town were stout.
"Come on, girls," he said, half-carrying them to their room.
Cordy sang. "Spike, Spike, bo-bike, bananananananananaaaaaa-"
"Cordy!" Willow exclaimed, laughing.
"Spiiiiike!" Cordy giggled as she collapsed on the bed. Willow peeled the jeans away from Cordy's legs and began trailing kisses along her thighs. Cordy moaned and pulled Willow down to her, wrapping her long, tan legs around Willow's waist.
"Well, uh, goodnight then." Spike said, watching them as he backed away. He didn't want leave. Not wanting turned desperately yearning when Cordy pulled off Willow's tank top and began teasing her breasts with her tongue.
"No, Spike," Cordy moaned.
"You don't have to go," Willow said, grinning as she licked Cordy's throat.
"No?" Spike asked.
"Stay," Cordy said, biting her lip as Willow's fingers delved between her legs. "Please?"
Without words, Spike stripped as he walked to the bed. Each girl took one of his hands and pulled him down to them. Spike claimed Cordy's mouth thoroughly, his tongue exploring every dark, sweet recess until she moaned with delight. Willow he approached slowly. She hadn't kissed a man in so long. He only hoped he could live up to whatever standard another woman had set for Willow. He brushed soft lips against hers. She grinned, pulling him against her.
"I won't break, Spike," she murmured. He laughed, pushing them to the bed, side-by-side. He brushed his fingers along the inside of their thighs, inciting them to moan in unison. He brushed a thumb against each mons, and then entered them. Willow laced her fingers through Cordy's as they rode the wave of pleasure Spike gave them.
He continued to slip his fingers into Cordy while he lay over Willow. The look in Cordy's eyes told him he was doing the right thing. Cordy knew how long it had been since Willow had a man, she was willing to wait.
Spike wet his tip in Willow's juices and entered swiftly. She cried out, then wrapped her legs around him and pulled him closer. Spike cried out as Willow's eat enveloped him, but never broke his rhythm for Cordy. He hadn't been with a human since his own days as a mortal. He had spent months imagining how the moment with be with Buffy, but now he was amazed to find he couldn't even picture her face as Willow's own flushed countenance danced before his eyes. He slowly pumped the both in unison until they were crying for him.
Finally he ended their torment by bringing them both to the edge, brushing his thumb over the pearly nubs of their desire. They screamed for him, yelled him name, bringing his seed rushing out of him in a cold wave. Willow shuddered as it filled her. Spike collapsed between them. They covered his body with kisses as he quaked and shuddered.
"Ah!" he shouted. "Don't touch!! Supersensitive!! Supersensitive!!"
They giggled and settled into a big ball of arms and legs.
"I could get used to this," Spike purred, kissing them both.
"You will," Willow promised.
~Part: 7~
Angel held up the picture of Cordy, Willow and Spike so the faded bottled-blonde waitress could see.
"Oh, yeah," she said, cracking her gum. "Those three were in here just the other night. I took the picture for them. Said they were sending to some jerk who broke the brunette's heart."
"What!" Angel exclaimed. "I did not!"
The waitress laughed. "Honey, you did a number on her. She actually did a tap dance on the hood of the car. In heels."
"Auuugh!" Angel cried. "Not my car! She tap-danced on my car?"
The waitress laughed again. "The redhead, too. She got this weird misty look in her eyes, just talking about you. The guy, he just wanted to kick your ass. Kept commenting on what a great neck I had, it was a little creepy."
Angel groaned. "Did they say where they were they were heading?"
"Well, the brunette kept saying something about margaritas. The redhead was singing 'Guantanamara.' So I would say heading south would be your best bet."
"Mexico?" Angel demanded. The waitress nodded.
Without even thanking her, Angel strode out of the roadhouse and climbed into the Toyota hatchback. "Do they know what humidity's going to do to my hair?", he grumbled.
He grabbed his cell phone and dialed Wesley's home number. "Wes, I need you to do me a favor, look on Cordy's hard-drive and see if there is any property in her father's name overseas. Specifically South America."
"And I should do this…. Why?" Wesley asked.
"Because I asked nicely." Angel growled.
"Piss off, Angel. And by the way, despite your efforts to abandon us just after Darla became incredibly dangerous, Gunn and I are fine."
"Look, Wes, Cordy is with Spike, I don't know what he'll do to her if I don't find them."
"Spike?" Wes gulped. "She's at 500 La Vida Dulce Road in San Pietro, it's about 50 miles south of the border."
"You knew where she was all along?" Angel demanded. "Of course I did, but I wasn't bloody well going to tell you, was I?" Wes groused. "But Cordelia could be in serious danger. Do you need Gunn and I to come along?"
"No!" Angel said, a little faster than he intended. "I'll be fine."
~~~*~~~
"Andele! Andele! Vamonos, muchachas!" Spike crowed.
"You should have never taught him those three or four Spanish words." Cordy deadpanned as they walked down the crowded streets of San Pietro. The festival was in full swing. Loud, raucous music poured from every cantina. Couples were dancing in the street among fireworks and puppet dancers.
The girls had worn the skirts Spike bought them with teeny matching tank tops. Spike came running back to them, planting a thorough kiss on both lips.
"Have I mentioned how much I adore you both?" he asked, grinning. He had had more than his share of tequila that night and was in a fine, flirty mood.
"No," Cordy grinned.
"I could always hear it again." Willow giggled.
"I adore you. I worship the ground you walk on. I could spend hours nibbling on your earlobes." He said, kissing them in strategic places.
"Remember you said that," Willow said, wriggling her eyebrows.
They turned to see a four hulking American fraternity guys barreling down the street in a drunken row. They were screaming "woooooo!" at the top of their lungs and knocking people over. They leered as they passed Cordy and Willow. Spike wrapped a protective arm around them.
"You know, that's we're known around the world as 'ugly Americans,'" Willow said, rolling her eyes. "We go to other people's countries and make asses of ourselves."
"Look!" Cordy cried, running toward a chocolate booth where marzipan and candy churches and flowers stood in perfect rows. "Look at the little bonbons!"
Spike got separated from them as a passing mariachi band stopped for a particularly long version of "Ring of Fire."
Willow and Cordy picked out a bag full of the little candies. Suddenly, the stupid frat guys were right next to them.
The apparent leader of the group stepped forward. "Buenos Nachos, ladies, we were thinking the two of you might join us for a drink."
"I don't think so, really, thank you, though," Cordy said politely.
"I don't think you heard the man," another guy said, grabbing Willow's arm. She glared up at him. "He said you're going to join us for a drink."
"Get your hands off me," Willow growled.
"Or what?"
"Or this," Cordy said, punching the leader hard enough to make his nose snap. The guys roared. Somehow, they pushed them into an alley. There were hands grabbing at every inch of their bodies. Cordy cried out, unable to reach out and hurt any of them. "Willow!"
Spike appeared from nowhere in full game face. He pulled the leader away from Cordy and snapped his neck. The tall football player slobbering over Willow's neck was pulled away to find his throat ripped out. The other two were long-dead before they hit the ground.
Spike whirled around, heaving, blood dripping from his chin. His eye still glowed golden. Despite the euphoria of live blood circling through his veins for the first time in nearly a year, his attention was solely devoted to Willow and Cordelia. The girls were frozen, clinging against the wall, tears coursed down Cordy's cheeks.
"Are you alright?" he asked, his face shifting back to its human mask.
Both of them nodded, throwing themselves at him. He wrapped his arms around them and kissed both their foreheads. "Shhhhh."
"You hurt them," Cordy whispered.
"Yeah," Spike said. "But they were hurting you."
"What are we going to do with the bodies?" Cordy asked. Willow knelt and whispered an incantation. The bodies began shrinking until they the size of matches. Spike put them in his pocket and led the girls down the back alley so they wouldn't be seen.
"You hurt them," Cordy repeated.
"Yeah, pet, but you can't say they didn't deserve it," Spike said.
"That's not my point, Spike, you hurt human beings and it didn't send a shock through your head," Cordy said.
Spike grinned. "You're right! I didn't feel a thing, all I could think of was protecting my girls."
Willow gasped. She didn't know whether to be happy for Spike or scared for herself. She didn't think he would hurt her, but there was always the possibility….she shook her head. No, she had to trust Spike. She had to. Otherwise, what did she have with him besides a shared love for Cordy?
"Try to hit that guy," Willow said of a drunk passed out on the sidewalk.
Spike gleefully balled up his fist and approached the drunk. He shrieked as a blinding pain shot through his temple. "Aiiiiieee!"
He collapsed to the sidewalk. "Aw, dammit!"
"Awwwww, poor baby," Willow cooed, relief flooding through her. She and Cordy picked him up and helped him walk to their car. Willow started up the car while Cordy climbed in the back with Spike. He laid down with his head cradled in her lap.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart," she whispered against his forehead.
"I guess I was just able to look past the pain because you two were in danger," Spike mumbled. "I couldn't even feel it. I guess it only confirms what I've suspected for the last few days. I love you both. Pretty desperately."
Willow looked back and squeezed Spike's hand. "As I love the both of you."
"That goes for me, too," Cordy said, kissing Spike gently.
"Well, isn't this quite the love-fest?" Spike grinned, tracing the neckline of Cordy's top with his fingers.
"It could be," Cordy giggled as he slid the top down, exposing her breasts.
"Oh! You're starting without me!" Willow cried.
"Then drive faster, Red." Spike chuckled, taking Cordy's breast into his mouth..
~~~*~~~
Angel swilled back the O negative he was keeping chilled in the "Little Buddy" cooler at his side. He only hoped he didn't get pulled over. What would happen if a state trooper asked him why he was carrying three liters of human blood in his passenger seat?
He made the turn into the Ocala province, only 25 miles until he reached San Pietro. The funny thing was, he didn't know what he was going to do once he got there, besides take his car back. He was angry about the car. But he was more hurt that Cordy took off without a word to him. He knew he had screwed up royally that night in her apartment. But he wasn't being himself... Who was he kidding? Of course, he was being himself. His dumb-assed, self- centered, head stuck up his ass self.
Cordy was the only person in his life who genuinely accepted him as this person. And his life would be much worse without her in it. He would apologize for the way he treated Cordy, he decided. Then he would stand there and wait until she apologized for taking his car. He realized, he could be standing there for a while.
~~~*~~~
"Mmmmmm," Spike groaned as Cordy and Willow's lips traveled the length of his thighs. Each nibbled on his hipbones before making their way to his mouth.
"Have I mentioned how much I love you both?" he moaned as they settled against him.
Cordy grinned. "A couple of times."
"Per minute," Willow added.
"For the past hour or so," Cordy snickered.
"It's because I mean it," Spike said.
"Oh, good." Willow said. "Because I'd hate to think all those pre- orgasmic confessions of love were just to get us to keep-"
"Stop it, woman, before I get turned on again," Spike growled playfully.
Willow laughed. "And the bad there would be…"
Spike growled again and pulled them down to him.
A male voice called out. "Cordy?"
All three of them stopped moving.
"That… wasn't me," Spike said.
"Cordy!" Angel called as he burst through the bedroom door. In a flash, he realized what he was looking at. The naked, writhing forms of Cordelia, Willow and Spike. On the bed. Kissing and nuzzling each other. "Auugh! Cordy!! Willow! What the hell are you doing!! Oh, God, my eyes!"
~Part: 8~
"Angel!" Willow shrieked, pulling a sheet over her and Cordelia.
"Get out!" Cordy yelled, sounding more angry than shocked. Spike just laid there, looking quite pleased with himself.
Willow hit him with her pillow. "Get up!"
Spike leisurely climbed out of bed and began sliding into his jeans. "This isn't a free show, Dad, give us a minute to compose ourselves."
"Oh, no," Angel growled, dragging Spike away by the arm. "You're coming with me. Girls, get dressed, now!"
"Wha!" Spike cried as Angel pulled him out of the bedroom.
Of course, neither girl got dressed. They both slung sheets around their bodies like togas and ran into the living room. Spike was sitting on the couch, lighting a cigarette and grinning like the Cheshire cat. Angel was pacing the room and glaring at his wayward childe.
"Who do you think you are?" Willow demanded, sitting next to Spike on the couch. She checked him for signs of abuse. He looked alright, no visible bruising. She'd be damned if she let Angel march in and out of her life again, taking what she loved and tossing it to the wind just because he thought it was best. He had done it when he left Sunnydale. He had done it when he hurt Cordy. He had done it when he hurt Spike.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Cordy screamed.
"Saving you?" Angel said, his eyebrows creased.
"Oh, yes, thank you so much for saving me from the luxurious bed filled with people who love me and want to worship every inch of my body," Cordy spat. "I don't know WHAT would have happened if you hadn't come along."
"I would guess two or three orgasms," Spike said smirking. "Each."
"And he's underestimating himself," Willow grinned, nuzzling his ear. She knew it was mean to tease Angel like this, but the bastard deserved it.
"Oh, God! Stop that!" Angel said, jerking Spike up from the couch and throwing him into a chair across the room. "You stay there."
"And you," Angel hissed at Willow. "You're supposed to be at school. What the hell are you doing here?
"And what are you, the university truancy officer?" Willow sneered.
"What are you doing here with Spike, Willow? You're not even supposed to be with ANY man, much less SPIKE." Angel demanded.
"Why is this such an issue for everybody?" Willow asked Cordy, who shrugged. "Angel, it may have escaped you since you haven't actually seen me for nearly a year, but I've grown up since the last time you were in Sunnydale. I'm a grown woman. I can make my own decisions, even if they're as monumental as vacation plans."
"Vacation!" Angel howled. "You think this is a vacation?"
"Yes, actually, we are on vacation," Cordy hissed, standing up and poking him in the chest as spoke. "We get up, eat a little breakfast, lounge on the beach and sip margaritas until noon and then go into town for shopping. Then it's back to the house for a little dinner and we have loud, raunchy practically illegal sex until we collapse from exhaustion!!"
Angel's jaw dropped. Spike snickered. Willow blushed a pleasant shade of pink and giggled.
"This is a group vacation package, sire, just for jilted souls like ourselves, with the exception of me of course. Unless you've had your heart broken recently, you're not welcome in the group," Spike said.
Angel rolled his eyes. "What am I supposed to think, Cordy? You freak out on me in L.A-"
"Freak out on you?!" Cordy cried. "You tried to pity-fuck me so you'd lose your soul!"
Angel sighed. "Actually, I was talking about the part when you said you love me."
Willow and Spike gasped.
"Yeah, I guess she left part out, didn't she?" Angel sneered. "She's in love with me."
"You actually told him you love him," Spike asked quietly, crossing the room to be at Cordy's side. Cordy nodded.
"And you just let her walk away!" Spike howled at Angel, wrapping his arm around the brunette.
Willow slugged Angel's arm. "You jerk!"
"Ow!" Angel cried.
"Oh, please," Spike rolled his eyes. "She says 'I love you,' and you said, 'How 'bout a roll in the hay, toots, so I can get rid of this pesky soul and I can run away with my psycho-blonde mum.' You're lucky I can't hit anybody, cause you'd be brood-paste by now…. Wait a minute, I can hit you… a lot."
"No, Spike," Cordy said, holding him back. "Angel, you're not welcome here. I don't know how you got into the house in the first place-"
"It's not your home, Cordelia, it's a vacation house, the rules aren't the same," Angel said.
"I don't give a great big damn about the rules, Angel, you never listen. The point is I want you gone. The sun's about to rise, you can stay one day in the guest room and then you're out of here."
"Why even let him stay the day?" Willow asked. "Why not let him sleep outside?"
"Tempting," Cordy said. "But no. Come on, you two. It's late and I'm ready for bed."
"Will do, love." Spike said, taking Cordy's hand. Willow grabbed the other and helped Cordy sweep as regally out of the room as possible as she tripped over the hem of her sheet toga.
Angel stomped into the guest-room and slammed the door behind him. Through the wall, he could hear muffled voices as Cordy, Willow and Spike climbed back into bed. Cordy sounded upset, but Willow was doing her best to comfort her.
"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect to see him," Cordy whispered. "I was so happy here with you two, I guess I just forgot all about him…
"Shhh." Spike said, cradling each girl's cheek with his palm. "We're not going to let him ruin our good time are we? Nothing's changed. I still love you both. Do you love me?"
Both girls grinned. "Good," Spike said. "Now there's only one thing we can do."
"What's that?" Willow asked, shivering as Spike's hand slipped up her thigh.
Spike chuckled, nuzzling Cordy's throat. "Make lots and lots of noise."
~~~*~~~
Angel groaned as the sexual triathlon in the next bedroom entered its fourth straight hour.
"Oh for God's sake, give it a rest," he growled, covering his head with his pillow as Cordy shrieked in ecstasy. Willow followed with a moan of delight. Spike cried. "Oh, dear sweet Lord in heaven! Again! Again!"
Angel began gnawing on his sheet in frustration. He shuddered to think what was going on in the next room. Actually, he'd been thinking of what was going on in the next room non-stop for what seemed like endless hours. The demon in him demanded that he march down the hall and demand his place in the bed. His soul was permanently anchored. He was Spike's sire afterall. He could demand his rights to Spike's women whenever he chose. But he couldn't do that. Even though Cordy had admitted that she loved him. Even though he knew Spike still wanted him, even after all these years. Even though he knew that Willow probably had feelings for him, just from the way she spoke of his long absences from Sunnydale. He wanted to be invited in.
"Mummy!" Spike shouted from the next room.
"Auugh!" Angel cried, burying his head under his pillow.
~~~*~~~
Willow giggled as she trailed kisses along Cordy's throat. "I think we've tortured him enough, don't you?"
Spike grinned and shook his head. "I never want to stop making love to you, even if we have been pretending for the last hour or so."
"Yeah, but at this point, it's just sort of cruel." Willow said. "By the way, 'Dear sweet Lord in heaven?'"
Spike shrugged, trailing his fingers along the inside of her knee. "You inspire me, love."
~Part: 9~
Angel grumpily padded through the living room to the darkening kitchen.
After tossing and turning through the "orgasmathon," he had only slept two or three hours. Now he was expected to drive all night back to L.A.? He hoped that Cordy would come to her senses and come back with him. She didn't belong here. She belonged in the city, with him. And he wouldn't have to drive the whole way if she came along.
He shook his head. This was the mode of thinking that prompted her to run away on this moronic love train. He was going to have to stop being such a self-centered putz, as Willow put it.
Willow. She had become such an intriguing creature since he saw her last. Knowing she was in the next room, making love to his Cordy. Well, it was safe to say the only thing that bothered him was he wasn't in there, too.
He ran his hands through his hair and groaned, of course. It was sticking up all over the place- and not in the usual artful way. Damn humidity.
He entered to find a giggling mass of arms and limbs on the kitchen counter. Spike was standing, with both girls wrapped around him like a sarong. He had them sitting on the counter and was feeding them bits of fruit from his lips. It was highly erotic and almost enough to make Angel's stomach turn.
Well, at least they were dressed.
"Morning, Angel," Willow giggled as Spike teased her lips with a strawberry.
"Mrrm." he growled back.
"Watch out, Red, Daddy never was much of a morning person," Spike murmured, kissing her.
"I know," Cordy laughed. "one time, he actually punched a hole through the wall when he saw that Gunn his speacial double roasted Madagascar half-caf head-whooptydo coffeeeeee! Ahh!"
She cried out, slumping against Spike as pain rocketed through her temple.
"Vision," Angel said, crossing the room to be at her side. "What is it, Cordy?"
He cradled her face in his palm, Spike slapped his wrist and pulled the brunette.
"Darla." Cordy stammered. "Darla, Dru. They're going to hurt Gunn and Wesley. Wesley's bleeding. He doesn't know where Angel is, he tells her. Ah!!!"
She looked up, tears streaming down her face. "We have to go back."
~Part: 10~
"Cordy-"
"Shh."
"But Cordy-"
"Shh!"
Angel grunted. "Dammit, Cordy, if you would just talk to me, we could work the whole thing-"
"Shhhhhhh!" Cordy hissed, crossing her arms and settling back in the backseat of the convertible. "I'm not interested in anything you have to say, Angel, so just shut up and drive."
"But Cordy-"
"Shhhh!"
"That's a big bag if 'shhh' she's throwing your way, pops, I would leave the issue alone if I were you," Spike said, grinning at his sire from the middle of the backseat, where he and the girls had crowded in. No one wanted to sit next to Angel, even though he had been kind enough to let them ride home with him. He stretched his neck and grunted.
"Cordy, my neck really hurts, do you think you could give me one of your world-famous back-rubs?"
"I'd rather boil my hands in flaming oil," Cordy said sweetly. Willow giggled.
"Oh, come on, Cordy, don't be mean," the redhead told her. She swtitched sweats with the brunette, giving Spike a sassy little wiggle of the bottom as she went past. "Here, Angel, I'll rub your neck.
Spike and Cordy's eyebrows shot up. What the hell was Willow doing? She rubbed her hands together and began mouthing the words to some ancient unknown spell. The instant she touched Angel's neck, he moaned with delight. Images began thundering through his brain. Cordy, naked and glistening, covered with the sheen of sweat and his kisses. Willow reclined and moaning for him. As she continued kneading his flesh, it became harder and harder for Angel to drive. He practically swerved off the road five times.
"Umm… that's enough, Willow, thank you." He said, his voice cracking.
"You're welcome," she said, sitting back with a grin. Cordy giggled.
The rest of the ride was spent laughing quietly as Angel twitched under the influence of a huge erection that had nowhere to turn.
"Um, Angel," Cordy said as he pulled the car up to the hotel. The sun was coming up soon, her vision would come to pass in eight hours. "Why did you bring us here? We're never going to make it to my place by sun-up. Spike's going to be stuck here."
"I know," angel said. "I want a captive audience when we talk. No more running away."
"What do you call six hours in a car?" Willow asked.
Spike chuckled. "Yeah, dad, what were you thinking about all that time?"
"Quiet, you." Angel growled as they walked through the garage to the hotel's servants entrance. They crossed the lobby where Spike plopped down on the nearest couch and lit up a cig. They had all agreed to eventually let Angel into their circle. But they were going to make him squirm a little first.
Willow and Cordy remained standing, Angel took their hands.
"Look girls, I never meant to hurt you, and I obviously have. I just want you to give me a chance to make it up to the both of you."
"Make it up to me?" Willow demanded. "How exactly do you propose to make up for a broke heart. "A crushed, stomped on, mutilated, misused- "
"Hello, Angelus," a breathy voice sounded from behind Cordy. It was Darla, wrapped in a sheet, from Angel's bed. A sheet Cordy recognized. She had obviously been waiting her for a while.
"Excuse me," Willow hissed, a spring-loaded stake singing from her sleeve. "The sane people are trying to have a discussion here."
Without a thought, she staked Darla. The invincible Darla. Darla's 400 years of life crumbled away into a little pile. To Spike it seemed that the death of his grand-mum should have involved more fan- fare.
"That is so rude!" Willow cried. She looked up to see Cordy's expression of shock.
"Ohhh." Cordy mumbled.
"Ohhhhh." Willow cringed.