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@ Xander's basement - 6AM

No. It was impossible for me to fall really in love, with a man, and least with Angel, the cold vampire, who was still lying in my bed. So, why was he invading my dreams, my fantasms...? Who could tell me? Maybe it was a spell, or something like that? Who knows? I was unable to sleep, as if someone stole my capacity to empty my brain in order to switch to "Pause Mode".

The phone rang. I picked up.

"Hello?", I asked not caring the hell who it was.

"Willow here. Can I speak to Xander, please, Ma'am?"

"I hate when you do that. Really, it reminds me of my early teens, when I picked up the phone and everyone would call me "Ma'am", like "Thank you, Ma'am", or "Sorry for bothering you Ma'am", or worst, "Are you the housemaid?". You see, you are really hurting me telling me "Ma'am", so please, don't you ever do it again."

"What's happening to you? Are you in love or something, you always are anxious when you are in love, speaking never-endingly like a chatter-box. I'm coming right away."

"Wha-?", she had already hung up. I knew she was serious about coming now, I knew she'd did it.

And I turned to Angel, in order to see him. I noticed his torso, his wonderful was totally bare. And it made me wonder if the rest was as bare as this chest. I pictured him, lying there, in my bed, under my sheets, totally naked. It slowly became an obsession: seeing him naked. I don't know what took me, but, as a robot, I stood up out of the couch, stirred a bit (it was a really uncomfortable couch), and walked towards this sleeping statue.

But as he was coming near the object of his fantasms, Xander didn't notice that someone else was watching...

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@ Meanwhile at the beach...

"Tara, I'm sorry, I just called X *Xander always hated her calling him that way*, and he really seems bad... I gotta leave now...", Willow said, adding her most pathetic eyes.

*TARA: Oh God was she beautiful begging!*

*WILLOW: I don't want to hurt her... again.*

*TARA: Xander, Xander, always Xander, am I not enough for her?*

"I don't understand what you have with Xander, were you lovers? Cause, I'm beginning to get jealous of him, you know."

"NO! I mean, we weren't really lovers, we kissed like three times last year, and it ended in a bad way, add to this injuries, and involving some human staking, happily, no one died this time. Anyway, you shouldn't be jealous, we're just the best friends ever. And, I sense he's feeling bad, the kind of obsession/depression stuff, you know. I wanna be there for him."

"I see, but two conditions: the first, I go with you," *Willow smiled at this* "and secondly,..."

Tara took Willow's head quite violently, but taking care not to hurt her, and she kissed her passionately. Willow, who was usually quite reserved for a demonstration of affection, started to feel excited, aroused. Her hands we going all over Tara, slowing going downward, to the beginning wetness, under her thighs.

Tara felt that Willow was more active this time, and that was enough to make her go wild in terms of sex. She opened her thighs just enough to help Willow dig deeper in her, and while tasting fully this pleasure, she decided to give some back, and she knew the best way to do it.

Willow felt the soft, now familiar hand pulling her out. And she let Tara lead: Tara slowly licked every part of her intimacy, she felt her cunt under the expert tongue of Tara: the orgasm took her by surprise, overwhelming and divine.

After a nice shower together, the girls took leave of the hotel manager, explaining they had to cancel the last days, and apologising for not remaining as long as they had planned. Charmed by the vision of these two young students, the manager was more sorry about THEM leaving, than the MONEY they would never spend at his place.

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@ Back at Xander's basement...

I moved closer to him, my heart beating and pumping blood as if these were my last seconds living. He was so close to me, and at the same time away in his vampiric dreams, and I saw it: it was hard, standing proudly under the sheets, how could I resist to that?

But, how could I know that someone else was seeing this. This someone was Spike. He was just behind the door, sying on the both of us, but at this time how could I have known that the heir of my Angel's preternatural gifts was there, watching me watching his Sire, at the same time moving his hand closer to his bulge, feeling it grow harder under his leather pants, unzipping it a bit, in order to let his pale fingers touch his aching erection, stroking his erected organ, going closer to orgasm, but never reaching it, to make the pleasure last.

My obsession was turned to Angel anyway, so anybody could have been there, could have called me, I wouldn't have noticed. These sheets were the only thing that mattered, and I was resolved to unfold them, just enough to allow me see IT. So, I was resolved to do it, I had to do it, things were meant to be this way. My hand first grabbed the hanging part of this silk sheet, or at least feeling like silk during my transe, and started lifting it.

My cock was growing seriously hard, as I was accomplishing my task, and finally I was able to see IT, proud, looking smooth and hard, perfect, and wanting. I was not ready anyway, all I could do was watching it (and being watched, though not aware of it).

I put the sheet in place, and went back quickly to my bed, ashamed of what I did.

Was it love, or lust?

*fin*