Title: Sweet Hereafter
Author: Eve
Email: alfa_fighter_3@hotmail.com
Pairing: W/A/S
Rating: NC-17 overall
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy own all characters from BtVS and A:tS, the rest are mine.
Author's Notes: In my world, there was no Tara, no Glory, and Angel has been in love with Willow since she brought him back from Hell
Feedback: Writers need feedback like mere mortals need air. :-P
Summary: Fifteen years after the opening of the Hellmouth, Willow, Spike, and Angel meet again

Chapter 2


Willow felt tiny bolts of post-coital electricity zing through her every time Spike's tongue ran over the two puncture wounds on her breast. They were the only marks marring her perfect skin, but she loved them. They declared her bonding to Spike, and as long as they were bonded, the wounds wouldn't go away. In return, he had a thin scar at the base of his throat. Mmm. That felt so wonderful. She could lie here all night and let him lave her with his tongue. A candle-lit bubble bath was no where near as satisfying as a candle-lit cat bath from Spike.

"Remind me again, why don't we do this more often?"

"Because we're just friends, luv," he said in between licks.

She chuckled. "Right. I knew there was a good reason." His long-fingered hand moved up to tweak the nipple of her other breast. Oh Goddess. Even when she was exhausted he could make her purr like a kitten.

"Spike," she whispered. When he looked up from her chest she guided his face towards hers and met his lips in a languid kiss. "Spike, I'm exhausted."

"I know that. Doesn't mean I can't get my own jolies." He waggled his eyebrows at her and she laughed, rolling out from under him. He propped himself against the wall, hands behind his head, completely at ease with his lack of clothing. "So you want to talk about Peaches now?"

The question surprised her. All thoughts of Angel had vanished once Spike put his lips on her bare skin. She wasn't sure what there was to talk about, and told him so.

"Well, aren't you curious as to why he's here in New York? How he happened to be attending the same party as us?"

She did now, but that wasn't what actually concerned her. "Coincidence?" Spike snorted, but she continued. "I think the real question you want to ask me is whether or not I would consider his offer."

He nonchalantly checked his fingernails for dirt. "What offer?"

Willow gnawed on her bottom lip for a moment, and stared at him, waiting for him to end his bluff. When he didn't, she got on her hands and knees and crawled up his body, making sure to rub all the right places on her way. He was studiously ignoring her actions--there was something absolutely fascinating on the ceiling. Willow nibbled her way up his neck, her entrance hovering just above his erect cock.

"Would you prefer we share?" she whispered, nipping at his jaw. With a guttural moan and one swift movement he rolled them over and plunged into her. Normally Spike would let Willow take the lead--everything was up to her. But Goddess, he felt so good. He knew just where to touch her and seemed to touch her everywhere all at once. When Spike made love it was like he had a hundred hands. She might have to rethink the 'friends don't have sex' rule. Well, it's not like they never had sex, but it might become a more frequent occurrence. Especially if he kept moving his hips in those slow circles. She let out a whimper.

"I thought you were tired," he panted unnecessarily.

"I am. We should stop right now." Her face remained neutral, but she couldn't hide the teasing light in her eye. He grinned in return.

"In a minute, luv." He lowered his face for a bruising kiss, stroking the roof of her mouth and sucking on her tongue. She groaned into his mouth as his fingers moved swiftly down her belly. She knew what was coming next, but she was never prepared for it. He drew out of her almost all the way, then slammed back in with a force that nearly shook the entire house. Once, twice, three times, and then he took her clit between his fingers and twisted. With a strangled cry she arched into him, feeling his cool seed spill inside her. Wave after wave of ecstasy pounded over her until she could no longer breathe. When she finally came down off the high, her vision cleared and she saw Spike's head resting against her breast. She ran her fingers through his hair, lightly massaging the scalp. The coolness of his body felt good against her slick, inflamed skin, so when he began to pull away she hugged him close, silently urging him to stay. In a move that defied physics, he had her back pressed against his chest, his softening member still buried deep inside her. It was times like this that she felt whole. With his nose Spike pushed her sweat-plastered hair away and nuzzled the back of her neck until he slipped off to sleep.

Willow had always suspected that the animosity which existed between the two vampires was just a cover for deeper feelings. Their relationship went beyond the traditional Child-Sire dependence. She had been able to see it in every flash of amber eyes, every growl, every antagonizing comment. But then, she'd been watching Angel and Spike a lot longer and a lot closer than anyone suspected. She smiled and hugged the arm that had snaked around her body. If his reaction was any indication, the thought of being with his Sire still carried appeal. What she wouldn't give to see that . . .

Carefully, Willow slipped out of bed. In her absence Spike cuddled up against her pillow, holding it tightly to his body. She made herself a mug of hot chocolate and sat down at the kitchen table, unconcerned by her nakedness. She turned on the computer and logged into her internet account. The first thing she did was check the homepage for Angel Investigations. At least she could answer one of Spike's questions. Angel was in town because he was helping to launch a New York office. The official opening was in a week. Spike wasn't going to like this. He was going to think Angel was butting in on his turf. Their turf, she always had to remind him. After all, one vampire could only do so much. It was the deadly immortal witch by his side that got a lot of the job done.

Willow fingered the bite marks on her breast. Personally, she didn't mind having more help in the fight against evil, providing that those helping were competent enough. She was pretty sure Angel would only surround himself with capable people, but she felt she had to make sure. Plus, it would give her an excuse to see him again. The thought sent chills down her spine. She knew he cared, but she never thought Angel felt that way about her. Everything had always been about Buffy . . .

The day the Hellmouth opened up and swallowed almost everyone she held dear had been the last day she could remember seeing him. Fifteen years ago. But that was in the past, in memories she didn't want to recall. It was now, and everything was different. They had all changed, become different people. But they still had a duty.

She went to her own bedroom, where the bed was empty and neatly made, and got dressed. No more fuzzy sweaters and baggy clothes for Willow. Everything she wore was form fitting, good in a fight. Tonight she chose black pants and a stretchy green tee. She grabbed the thigh-length leather duster that Spike insisted she buy. 'Can't fight evil properly with out it,' he claimed. Willow had scoffed at first, but one night she caught her reflection in a store window on a windy night. One billow of the leather around her body and she was in love.

She went across the hall, and was engulfed by the smell of sex and spent passion. Spike woke as soon as she placed her hand on his arm.

"Come on babe. Let's patrol."




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