Pairing: W/C/S/A
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Willow transfers to UCLA, and finds herself renewing some old associations.
Spoilers: Season five
Disclaimer: I did not build the Buffyverse that would be Joss; it is merely my playground.
Distribution: If you want it, fine by me, just drop me a line first.
Feedback: Pretty please with sugar on top!
Special Thanks: Kat for checking over my ramblings and Aden for always being happy to see me.
A/N: This is for Kaz’s Willow-fic-a-thon, for Emmy. Sorry it was late, I hope you like it! I wish I had time to write a really long fic to develop the plot more, but sadly all I really have time to write is a PWP, so I hope you like senseless smut!
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Willow still couldn’t believe she was transferring to UCLA. It was the best decision, she knew, but still it felt like a betrayal to her friends and her life of fighting evil in Sunnydale. Yet, she needed a break, and she could still help fight the baddies with Angel, after all he was letting her stay at the Hyperion so she wouldn’t have to put up with any pesky roommates. Willow looked over at Spike, wrinkling her nose at his stinky cigarette, but considering that he had volunteered to give her a ride there, she thought it best if she didn’t complain. Instead, she decided to have a little nap until they got there. She had been up late the night before packing and could really use the rest.
Spike watched out of the corner of his eye as the gorgeous redhead dozed on the seat beside him. She looked so peaceful, unlike him. When he had heard of Willow’s snap decision, he had quickly volunteered to drive her in hopes that he could find some excuse to stay in LA with her. But the more he thought about it, the more he realized there was no way his poof of a sire was going to let him hang around. He was going to have to come up with something fast.
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“Here? She’s going to be staying HERE! That boyfriend stealing, little witch is going to be staying here, that’s just great. Oh don’t look at me like that, she IS a witch, and she DID steal my boyfriend.”
“Cordelia,” Angel said with a sigh of exasperation, “I owe Willow a lot. In case you forgot, she’s the one who restored my soul. If the girl needs a place to stay for awhile, then that’s the least I can do for her. Besides, this place has like fifty rooms, so it’s not like we don’t have the extra space.”
“Just so long as she doesn’t get in the way. We have big evil to fight here you know.”
“Well, Willow does have some experience with that.”
“Oh no, Mr. Broody Pants, I’m not splitting my pay check with her. If you want her to work here too, then you better find some more clients, because you can hardly afford to pay me as it is, and I have my six month raise coming up too,” Cordelia protested.
“Six month raise?”
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Days went by quickly, and Willow settled in nicely with her new surroundings and her classes. Spike had mysterious car problems, and had been ‘patiently’ waiting for a new part that had to be special ordered from an alternate universe apparently. Angel wasn’t pleased about it, but he tried to take it all in stride. Besides, Spike was helping out in the slash and hack department. The tension between Cordy and Willow however, was still a bit awkward.
Then Willow came up with a plan, ice cream. Who can resist ice cream?
Spike and Wesley walked through the doors of the Hyperion, arguing jovially over who was the best player from Manchester United, and were greeted by sounds of uncontrollable giggling. On further examination, the pair of Brits found Cordy and Willow reminiscing over a couple of cartons of Breyers’ ice cream, vanilla for Willow, and fudge ripple for Cordy.
Wesley sighed and excused himself to put his axe away before heading home for the night. Spike, on the other hand, saw an instant opportunity before him. The blonde vamp casually swept past the pair and made his way into Angel’s office where he rummaged around for a bit before returning with a triumphant ‘A-ha!’ and a bottle of brandy in one hand, and a bottle of crème de cacao in the other.
“You know ladies, the only thing better than ice cream on a warm night is a Brandy Alexander made with ice cream,” Spike said with a devilish grin.
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“Mmmm, Spike, these are so yummy,” said Willow, her words slurring slightly after her fourth drink, “I’m surprised Angel had the stuff to make them though.” Spike watched her tug on her lip in the most adorable way, pondering this mystery, as he took another pull off his bottle of whiskey.
“There are a lot of things you probably don’t know about my poof of a sire. Sure he likes to play the broody tough guy, but even when he was Angelus he was always a ‘girl drink drunk’ with his fruity wines, and fancy liqueurs. He’s got a regular sweet tooth that one does, but he doesn’t like people to know about it. Real vamps don’t like drinks with little umbrellas in them,” Spike replied with a smug wink at the tipsy girls, giggling away on the couch. With each drink they had moved closer and closer together, so that they were now propping each other up. “Looks like I need to make another round for you two. Who knew that a cheerleader and a hacker could put so much booze away,” he said, standing to go about his task and stumbling slightly, “It’s a good thing Peaches is off fighting evil, or he’d pitch a fit over us emptying his liquor cabinet.”
Spike was only gone a few minutes, but when he returned, he was delighted to find Red and Cordelia making out, apparently oblivious to his presence. He sat back in his chair, enjoying the show, and was very conscious of how tight his pants were suddenly becoming.
Willow wasn’t sure how it had started, but she hoped it would never stop. She could understand now what Xander had seen in this girl who had been her childhood enemy. Her lips were so soft and beyond sweet, flavored from many ice cream drinks. She had never felt this way before, as she found her fingers fumbling to unbutton Cordelia’s blouse. Willow felt her own shirt being tugged over her head, and briefly paused her assault on the girl’s mouth, glancing up to see the overwhelming look of lust in Cordy’s eyes.
Willow pulled one bra strap down to reveal a dark nipple, which she gleefully teased into a point with gentle fingers, before lowering her head to take it into her mouth. She heard a soft moan behind her, and glanced over her shoulder to see Spike running his hand up and down his swollen cock with languid strokes. Willow giggled drunkenly, and gestured the blonde vamp over to join them as she felt Cordelia’s hand unfastening her pants and sliding her fingers between the redhead’s slick folds.
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Angel returned to the Hyperion after a long night of killing, only to have his senses overwhelmed by the scent of sex and something else, something sweet. Spike, that bastard childe of his had to be behind this! He began looking around frantically, hoping to find naive little Willow before things had gone too far. When he rounded the corner into his office, he let out a string of curses that would make a sailor blush. There were clothes and empty liquor bottles everywhere, but no Spike or Willow. Oddly enough though, he did find some of Cordy’s things among the discarded items. He had thought she had gone home for the night, but now, after finding her things, his sense of dread grew even more.
It wasn’t difficult to discern where the trio had gone; all Angel needed to do was follow the trail of ice cream leading up the stairs. His anger grew with each step, the sounds and scent growing stronger all the while, until he found himself standing outside his own bedroom door. He was going to kill him! No second chances, just a big pile of dust. The absolute nerve of Spike to seduce a pair of innocent young girls like that, (well okay, maybe Cordelia wasn’t so innocent, but Willow definitely was). That’s right, when he was done with Spike, nothing but a big pile of dust. Angel steeled himself for the confrontation, but as he swung open the door, nothing could have prepared him for the sight that met his eyes.
There was his ‘Sweet Willow,’ writhing in pleasure as Spike pounded away at her, and Cordelia straddled her face. Angel stood frozen in shock, and for a long while no one even noticed he had entered the room. Cordy was the only one facing him, but her eyes were clenched shut as waves of rapture took over her body making her shake violently with the force of her orgasm. When she had begun to come to her senses again, her eyes began to open, and fixed squarely on those of Angel, the shock on his face suddenly matching her own.
“Oh, god, Angel!” she cried as she leapt off of Willow, only to stand by the bed, naked and motionless, not knowing what to do next.
As if her exclamation had snapped him out of his daze, Angel lunged forward, grabbing Spike by the scruff of his neck and hauling him away from Willow, who let out a groan of frustration.
“What do you think you are doing, boy?” Angel growled.
“Satisfying my women. What does it look like I’m doing, you bloody poof?!”
“I don’t know why I let you stay here, but it ends right now. There’s a sunrise out there with your name on it.”
“Is that right? Well then, let’s see what you’ve got, old man,” Spike replied with a sneer, backing up slightly to give himself some room to fight, seemingly unbothered by his nudity or the situation. If he couldn’t be shagging his little redhead or her cheerleader friend, then fighting was as good a substitute as any.
“Both of you stop it this instant!” Willow exclaimed, jumping between the two, before continuing more calmly. “Now, Angel, I’m sorry about the mess, and I know we shouldn’t have used your room, but yours was the one with the biggest bed.” She leaned her slight frame up against the dark vampire then, standing on her tip toes to whisper in his ear, “You know there’s room in the bed for you too.”
“Willow, don’t,” he pleaded, “I can’t…the curse…”
“Oh, Angel, it’s only ‘perfect’ bliss if you’re in love. You’re not in love with any of us, are you?” she asked with a coy smile, running one finger down his chest as Spike came up behind her and began nibbling on her throat. But his eyes were all for Angel. There was such longing in him to renew his bond with his sire, but he could never bring himself to express this desire.
Cordelia slid her body behind Angel’s, snaking her hands around to unfasten his pants while Willow made quick work of his shirt buttons, kissing him passionately when he began to protest again, until all of his resolve was gone. Angel kept his eyes clamped tight, as if afraid that if he opened them it would all just turn out to be a dream.
Together they led Angel to the bed, Cordelia giving Willow a playful slap on the ass before positioning herself at the headboard and reaching her hand out to the shy vamp. His eyes darted about frantically for a moment, as if looking for escape, until they met Willow’s steady gaze and she smiled.
“Don’t worry, it’s just sex. Allow yourself some pleasure for a change,” she said firmly, wrapping her delicate fingers around his straining cock for emphasis.
Angel gasped and allowed himself to be pushed back onto the bed by loving hands. Cordelia leaned forward to give Willow a leisurely kiss, her fingers seeking out her damp red curls for a moment. They would have to find time to play alone together very soon, but for now she was equally happy to enjoy the varied company. She knew it was an experience she would never forget.
Willow sighed with pleasure, before directing Cordy’s hand to replace hers on Angel’s cock. Taking her cue, Cordelia lowered her head to take his swollen penis into her mouth, and was rewarded with a shudder and a moan from Angel as his hips bucked up to increase the contact.
Spike stood to the side for a moment, thoroughly aroused by the site of the busty brunette sucking off his sire. On her hands and knees, with her firm backside up in the air, she was giving him quite the show, and he couldn’t resist giving her round ass a firm smack. Cordelia moaned, the vibrations of her mouth making Angel’s hips buck more urgently, as she pushed her ass back, trying to find some contact with the blonde vamp.
Happy to oblige her, he sunk two, then three fingers into her slick channel and began pistoning them in and out while his thumb found her swollen clit. Willow slid up the bed then, seeking out satisfaction of her own and finding Angel’s willing mouth to devour her flesh. Hungrily, he found one of her pink nipples and bit down on it roughly, as he wrapped one arm around her waist, his free hand seeking out her core. He began pumping two fingers into her tight wetness, rubbing hard on her sensitive nub with the palm of his hand.
The bed was a symphony of pleasurable moaning. Spike removed his fingers from Cordy’s wet core, smoothing her slick juices over his cock before plunging his full length into her. She cried out with unexpected pleasure, and almost gagged as Angel’s cock bobbed in her throat. Angel, not wanting to be out done by his childe, swiftly scooped up Willow with his strong arms, and positioned her so that she was straddling his eager mouth.
The redhead began moaning uncontrollably, thankful that vampires didn’t need to breathe, as she rode his cool mouth, shaking as tongue and teeth relentlessly teased her aching clit. It’s hard to say who came first, it was almost as if it were some sort of sexual race toward orgasm, Willow and Angel seemed to reach their climax simultaneously, Angel’s cries of pleasure finally pushing her over the edge.
Then, as Angel’s cool seed flooded Cordy’s mouth, flowing down her chin as she struggled to swallow all of it, Spike gave several extremely powerful thrusts while snaking his hand around to roughly pinch Cordelia’s swollen clit. Her dark head shot up with a scream as her entire body shook with the force of her orgasm. Her powerful inner muscles clamped around his cock spasmodically, combining with the brutal force of his thrusts to finally push him over the edge after her.
When it was over, they all climbed into the giant bed together. Sweaty limbs tangled together, as Angel pulled Cordelia flush against him and Spike did the same with Willow. The two girls, sandwiched between the temporarily sated vampires, both gave happy sighs and scooted closer together, enjoying the warmth of the other’s body heat. Their eyes met with a mischievous glint, knowing that they would have to find someplace they could be alone for a bit once they had a little nap, maybe a nice long shower, Willow wondered, as she felt Angel pull a soft comforter over them, and finally gave herself over to a much needed rest.
Angel watched, propped up on one elbow, as the trio slept, Spike mumbling as always, and Cordelia making noises resembling that of someone trying to inhale a Buick. Willow had rolled in her sleep and was now wrapped firmly around his childe, who had placed a protective arm firmly around her. He had known for some time that Spike was in love again, he just wondered if Willow had noticed yet. He was surprised though at Cordelia’s involvement in all this. He never would have guessed that she would be interested in another woman, but he had seen the looks she and Willow had given each other. Perhaps the three of them could be happy together. He would forever cherish the memory of the experience they had had together, but at the same time Angel was grateful that he wasn’t ‘in love’ with any of them. His soul was a burden, but somehow the weight of it had just gotten a little easier to bear, and who knew, maybe they would invite him to play with them again sometime.
“You’re always welcome to join us, Angelus,” Spike said softly, startling Angel out of his silent reverie. He had been unconsciously stroking Spike’s arm lightly for several minutes and the blonde vampire had no trouble reading his sire’s expression and guessing at his thoughts.
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” Angel replied with a slight grin.
“It’s all right. I was just thinking about going out for a smoke anyway. Red here doesn’t like the smell of ‘em.”
“I don’t think Cordelia’s too fond of them either,” Angel replied, giving him a meaningful stare.
“Yeah, didn’t see that one coming. I mean all I’ve been able to think about for the longest time is Willow, and now all of a sudden here’s this other bird too. And she’s got some fire in her that one. I’m a truly lucky bloke,” Spike said with a smug grin.
“Only if you play your cards right, but I hope you do. I may not have seen it at first, but you’ve changed, and you all deserve some happiness. That’s not to say that I won’t stake your skinny ass if you hurt either one of them.”
“Thanks for the warning, Peaches, but I have no intention of blowing a sweet deal like this. Although we may have to take over your bedroom, after all it’s the only one with a bed big enough for more than two people…”
“Nice try. Get your own damn bed,” Angel replied with an affectionate slap.
This new situation was going to take some getting used to. Angel was sure that Wesley was going to hit the roof when he found out about it, not to mention the others back in Sunnydale. But still, it felt right, like somehow they were a family. After so many years of feeling completely alone, that was a feeling Angel could get used to.
The end.