Title: LA Willow
Author: Challie B
Email: challieb_0730@yahoo.com
Rating: PG so far
Disclaimer: Joss and Mutant Enemy own everything; I’m broke so don’t sue me.
Summary: Willow & Spike need to get away.
Feedback: PLEASE. I need it like a drug.
Distribution: Fire & Ice, Lover’s Walk, WitchFanFic. Everyone else ask and ye shall receive.
Author's Notes: < > = thoughts.

Part 11/?


"I’ve got all the basic supplies. I’m going to need some quiet meditation time before we start and don’t be surprised if I pass out. I’ll be fine. This spell is going to wipe me out," Willow said.

"Are you sure this is safe, Willow? I mean for you?" Angel asked as she drew his brows together.

"I’ll be fine, Angel. These kind of spells are usually performed by a large group so the energy is spread out. It’s just going to make me tired. That’s why I need to meditate to ground myself," Willow explained.

"You’re not going to try this on me, are you, pet?"

"Spike! I would never do that to you. One moppy broody vampire in my life is enough."

"Hey!" Angel protested her description.

"Besides it’s kind of a one shot deal. Once I complete the spell it will be gone."

"What do you mean gone?" Angel asked.

"I won’t remember it. The PTB want it that way. I’m not allowed to record it in any fashion or it will be forgotten. I’m going to take a bath. Now, you two, keep your hands to yourselves," she said as she waggled her finger at them.

Spike reached out and touched Angel on the shoulder. Angel touched him back. Willow rolled her eyes. "And I’m supposed to be the youngest person in this room. You two are almost as bad as Xander."

"First Buffy and now Xander. I’m beginning to think you don’t love me anymore," Spike pouted.

Willow pursed her lips and blew him a kiss then she turned and walked to the bathroom shutting the door behind her.

She had put her purification supplies in the bathroom earlier. Unfortunately Angel’s bathroom wasn’t that big. She lit some candles and placed them around the room. She put the stopper in the old fashion claw foot bathtub and turned on the taps. She reached for her make-up bag and removed a small vial of purification oil. She always kept a couple of vials on hand just in case. She poured half the small vial into the running water.

As the tub filled she stripped her clothes off being careful not to knock over any of the candles. Once the tub was filled she gingerly stepped into the hot water. She placed a rolled up towel behind her head.

She let her thoughts drift where they may. They always seemed to come back to the sight of Angel and Spike kissing. She loved them both and some how knew they loved each other. If she couldn’t have them it was better they had each other. Spike would probably move down to LA after this was over. Willow felt sad at the thought, but she wanted her friends to be happy. The thought equally disturbed and excited her.

"Spike?" she called out.

Spike opened the door, but didn’t enter. The scent of lavender and Willow hit him in the face. "Yes, pet?"

"Spike, can I borrow your CD Player?"

"Sure."

"Oh and can you ask Angel if he has any classical CD s?" she asked as she splashed water on her shoulders.

He heard the water splashing and felt his cock start to stir at the images of naked Willow in the tub. "Sure thing, luv." He closed the door again. He retrieved his CD player from his coat.

Angel looked up from the book he was trying to read. He noticed the bulge in Spike’s jeans. "Problem?"

"Here." Spike handed the player and headphones to him. "She wants to listen to some classical music." He slumped down on the couch.

Angel went through his collection and pick out a couple of disks he thought she’d like. He knocked on the door. "Willow?"

"Just a second." He could hear the bath water splashing. "Okay. Come in."

Angel opened the door and peeked around it. She had taken a bath sheet and laid it across the tub. Candle light reflected off her damp skin. The smell of lavender and what he could only describe as Willow filled his senses. "I’ve got a couple CD s here for you. I wasn’t sure exactly what you wanted to listen to."

"Thanks, Angel. Bring it over here, please," she requested when he didn’t move from the door. She took the headphones and set them on her ears. "Just put in anything. I don’t want to drip on Spike’s CD player or Ill have to listen to his music on the way home."

Angel set the player on the low shelf behind her and put in a random CD. When he glanced down he swallowed hard. From the door he couldn’t see much of Willow except her head and shoulders, but from right behind her he could see what lay beneath the tent she created. His cock swelled to life with a vengeance. Quickly he pressed play and left the room.

He threw himself on the couch beside Spike. Spike lifted his head to glance at Angel. Quickly he took in Angel’s aroused state.

Angel groaned as he tried to force the images he’d just seen out of his head. "How do you live with that?" he asked in a strained voice.

"Obviously I’m a masochist," he replied as he closed his eyes.

After she had finished her bath and set the final preparations in motion, Willow summoned Angel and Spike to the bedroom. Both of them had been in an aroused state since the incident in the bathroom. Seeing her in a pair of emerald silk boxers and white tank top pushed them almost to the breaking point.

"Okay. Now it’s important you tell me when it’s going to happen so I’m finished on time," she said as she settled on the floor. She had placed a circle of small white candles around her. She crawled on her hands and knees lighting each one. Both the vampires groaned at the sight of her firm round ass encased in silk.

Spike couldn’t resist torturing her just a little. "When what’s going to happen, pet?"

"You know." Her face was turning as red as her hair.

"You mean when Angel cums?"

"Yes. I’m ready."

Both vampires could smell her arousal. "Yes, she is," Spike whispered so only Angel could hear. Both of them began removing their clothes. Spike pulled a stake out of his back pocket and set it on the night stand.

"What’s that for?" Willow asked from her seat on the floor.

Angel unzipped his pants as he replied, "Just in case."

"Oh." Willow was completely mesmerized at the sight of these two strong men stripping down to their boxers. Both of them sported a raging erection.

They kept their boxers on as they moved to the bed. Since this was for Angel Spike pushed him down on the bed. He straddled his sire’s hips. His nails raked across Angel’s dark nipples. Angel growled his pleasure. His eyes however weren’t focused on Spike but on the red head who watched. Spike could see his inattention so he lowered his hand to cup Angel’s cock in a firm grip. Angel’s eyes flew to Spike’s. The blonde head lowered to kiss him. Angel’s hands reached up and grasped the blonde hair in his fists. His tongue plundered Spike’s mouth. Spike could feel the pre-cum leaking from Angel’s throbbing cock. Working quickly he pushed the dark vampire’s boxers out of the way and began pumping him with his hand. Angel was wild with desire and he could feel the demon rising to the front.

Spike looked up as Angel’s game face slipped in place. "Willow, get started," he said as his hand moved faster.

Willow was awed by the display before her. Spike’s voice brought her back to the matter at hand. Slowly she began the incantation. She could feel the power rising inside her and her voice grew louder. The candle flames leaped higher.

As Angel came Angelus broke free. "I’m going to kill that bitch!" he roared as Spike tried to hold his sire down. His fingers bit into Angelus’ shoulders as the demon thrashed around trying to get free. "Then I’m going to kill you, you ungrateful bastard."

Willow continued the spell--her reality becoming separated from what was happening in the bedroom.

Angelus’ hand reached out for the stake on the bed table. Spike had to try with all his strength to hold the dark vampire down.

"Willow! Hurry up!"

"Maybe I should fuck the little bitch first. Then kill her. She must have the tightest little cunt, don’t you think, Spikey? I bet she likes it rough, too," he snarled at Spike. His fingers touched the wooden stake and he inched it closer to his hand.

Willow felt a final serge of power through her body then everything went black.

Angelus grasped the stake in his hand and raised it over Spike’s back. He was ready to plunge it into his childe’s back. Pain coursed through his body and his fingers released the stake as he fell unconscious.

Spike wasn’t willing to trust his sire just yet so he held on to him. He glanced at Willow’s still form on the ground. He loosened his hold on Angel and grabbed the fallen stake. He tried to cross Willow’s circle but was repelled by the energy surrounding her.

He was tired both physically and emotionally. He sat on the chest at the end of Angel’s bed. His gaze alternated between Angel and Willow. He sat like that for hours waiting for movement from either of them.

Angel stirred. Spike gripped the stake tighter in his hand. Angel’s brown eyes opened and stared at the ceiling. He tried to take an internal inventory. He felt the demon but it was lock safely away. He also felt something he couldn’t describe. The memories of a few hours ago rushed back to him. Tears filled his eyes at the horrible things he had said about Willow.

As he struggled to sit up Spike jumped to his feet. He waited to see if Willow’s spell had worked. He knew Willow would never forgive him if he staked Angel unnecessarily. He noticed the tracts of blood running down Angel’s face. Still he waited.

Angel saw Spike ready to pounce should he make a wrong move. His eyes went to Willow’s still form on the floor. "No! Please, Spike, tell me she’s okay," he begged.

Spike relaxed his stance a bit. Angelus never begged in his entire undead life. "I think she’s okay. I take it it worked."

Angel tried to climb out of bed, but got tangled up in the boxers around his knees. He tugged them back in place. He tried to go to Willow, but was stopped by the same energy wall as Spike. They would have to wait until she woke up. The two of them sat cross legged on the floor to watch over Willow.

Willow slowly opened her eyes. In front of her Angel and Spike lay sleeping. Since Angel wasn’t a big pile of dust she figured the spell worked. As she sat up the candles fell over like dominoes as the wall protecting her from harm collapsed. The last candle bumped Angel’s foot waking him.

His eyes fell on Willow’s shaky form. "Willow. You’re all right. Spike, wake up," he said as he shook the sleeping blonde. Angel stretched his hand out but didn’t’ feel the barrier. As he stood he lifted the shaking witch in his arms. "Thank you, Willow. Thank you."

"See. I told you it would work," she whispered weakly.

"Yeah, well it was a little dicey there for a minute," Spike said as he stroked her hair. The backs of his fingers brushed her pale cheek.

"It did happen a little faster than I thought it would."

"Well, sometimes us old geezers have a problem with that," Angel joked as he carried her to the bed. He was just about to set her down when he noticed the mess he and Spike had made. "Spike, there’s some fresh sheets in the closet over there."

"Why do I get stuck with all the dirty work?" he mumbled as he pulled the soiled sheet off the bed and grabbed fresh ones out of the closet.

"Angel, put me down," Willow said as she tried to wiggle out of his strong arms.

"What’s wrong?"

"I’m going to help Spike make the bed."

Angel shook his head. "No. I’ll help Spike." He sat her on the chair in the corner. By the time the two vampires had finished changing the sheets, Willow was sleeping soundly. Angel lifted her and Spike pulled the fresh sheets down. Setting her gently in the middle of the bed, Angel pressed a kiss to her forehead. Looking at his childe tears filled his eyes. "I have no idea how I’m going to repay her for this."

"Little chit will probably tell you it was nothing."

He chuckled. "Probably, but I’ll think of something," he said around a yawn. "Think she’d mind if we all slept in the same bed?"

"Not our Willow," Spike answered as he crawled into bed beside the young witch. "Remind me to tell her she snores."

Angel slipped into bed on Willow’s other side. "Not that loudly. It’s kind of cute."

"Didn’t say it wasn’t cute. Just to remind me to tell her."

The two vampires curled themselves around her warm body and slowly drifted off. A faint smile graced Willow’s face as she snuggled into the cooler bodies surrounding her.




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