Disclaimer: They`re not Mine *cry* , coz if, they would talk german *bg*
Distribution: my site wacky witch willow (http://mitglied.lycos.de/purewicca/allthingswic.htm ), all the people that have my stuff, others please tell me.
Summary: Just a little Fun ......*thedrugsss*
Author's Note: I do not really know what this is. I only now that I have a lot of fun with it.
Thanks and Dedication : Thanks for helping, sweet Mel you are the light in my brain*wink*. And to my other Lady`s you are all nuts and I love you for it !
Feedback: I will not beg.I`m a strong person. I don`t need to beg...ok I do .pleaseee !

"What is wrong with them?" Spike looked at Giles after he had escaped the two women in the living room. If he could break out in cold sweat he would do it now .

"Spike, as I told you, Anya and Willow have the flu." Giles was making tea and his hands trembled.

"Watcher, I have seen a lot of people with the flu in my days and that is not the flu." The vampire could not forget what he had seen. Never would he have thought that Willow would be able to do such things.

"It`s my fault! Since Tara and Xander are no longer together with the two of them I thought it would be a good idea that I watch over them till they are healthy again. So I made them tea with a little rum.." Giles blushed.

"You did what? You have given them alcohol? After I gave them their medicine?" Spike poked Giles. "This explains their behavior."

"Spikey...Oh Spikey ." Anya and Willow called.

"I won't go in there!" Spike said to Giles, pushing himself into the corner.

"Be a man.oh, I mean a vampire," the Watcher demanded.

"But, I`m afraid of them. I will not go in there alone. The way they look at me...as if...," he shook his head.

"You're right. We shall go in there together." This convinced Spike, and so he walked into the living room.

As soon as he left the room, the kitchen door was thrown shut behind him and he heard Giles shove something heavy in front of it so there was no way back for Spike.

"Hello, you cute, delicious vampire," Willow, wearing only a blanket, walked around him, touching him now and then with her fingers, eating him up with her eyes.

Panic surged up in him, but then he told himself that a master vampire would not be afraid of two drunk and ill women.

Anya, standing on the coffee table, let her blanket fall to the ground. Turning, she asked Spike, "Do you think my butt is too fat?"

Spike's eyes nearly flew from his eye sockets. He already knew that Anya had a beautiful body, but that little butt with a little devil tatooed on the left cheek was special.

"It is perfect, but now, please put something on. You two are ill and should stay in bed and sleep." He grabbed Willow by the shoulders, shoved her aside and pushed the sheet back into Anya's hands.

"Did you hear that? The big bad wants to take us to bed!" Willow bounced up and down, which made her blanked slide down dangerously low.

"You mean he's going to give us orgasms?"again Anya was standing naked on the table.

"No, he is not!" Spike said, but that little voice in his head screamed that he would never have this opportunity again. And, so it was no wonder that his next words were, "Well, maybe if you two're good girls."

"We can be good girls!" both women said simultaneously.