Author's Name: wic
Author's E-mail: [email protected]
Pairing: Willow & Angel & Spike
Rating: NC17 ( I`m not good at this )

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 ) others please tell me.

Warning: Slash…..If you don`t like it …don`t read it….
Summary: Willow needs to tell them….
Author's Note1: I do not really know what this will be…I don`t know If I should write more…

Author`s Note2 : Thanks for helping, sweet Mel you are the light in my brain*wink*.

Feedback: I will not beg…I`m a strong person… I don`t need to beg…..ok I do …pleaseee !

Willow awoke cuddled between two cold bodies. She needed a few seconds to grasp that this was not one of the many dreams she'd been having over the last few months.

It was always the same dream.

She was laying in the bed with the two men she loved and then everything disappeared.

But this time, it was real and she was back. Back in their lives.

She could have stayed in this bed forever, but the children pressed on parts of her body that made it really important to go to the bathroom.

Slowly she slipped out of the bed, then walked barefoot into the large bathroom.

Two pair of concerned eyes watched her go.

“Spike, this is really important. I talked to the oracles and they told me that we need to bring Willow back into our relationship!” Angel said, still looking at the bathroom door.

“Mate, be honest, it's such a Powers That Be thing! All I want to know is, how bad is it?” worry was clearly written on his face.

He was afraid of what Angel had found out. But to hell with it! There was no way that he would lose everything he had just found again.

“We will lose her and the children if we can`t bring our relationship to a higher level,” Spike was now in need of a cigarette, but he knew that Willow would kill him if she found out that he had smoked in the bedroom.

“Bloody hell, Peaches, talk to me in normal terms! You know that I hate it when you do that,” he slapped Angel on the head only to get a smack back.

“There is a bonding thing we three have, it started months ago, now, if its broken, Willow will die during the birth!” If Spike could be rendered unconscious, this would be the moment for it.

**

Willow didn't want to immediately go back into the bedroom again. She needed a little time for herself, to collect her thoughts.

“There is nothing better than a nice, hot bath," she murmured to herself.

She let the hot water run. She loved this big bathtub, but she didn't want to think about all the things, or people, that could easy fit into it.

A little surprised, she found all her belongings still standing on the counter. The Washcloth with the little hearts on it and even her jasmine bath salt.

Smiling she added a large portion of it to the water.

Then she undressed. She loved to look at her naked body. Not long ago she would never have admitted that she loved her body, but now everything had changed.

There was the wonderful curvature of her belly, the now full and heavy breasts, but the most fascinating thing for her was that her nipples were now a much darker color.

With a last look in the mirror she turned and let herself slip into the tub and her body immediately relaxed.

**

“Can you smell the jasmine? I missed that smell,” Angel said.

“Bloody hell, I miss being with her in that tub,” was the answer from a smoking Spike who was standing at the open window.

“Spike, what do we do if she no longer wants to share the room with us? Yesterday she had no chance to say anything about it, but today…”

“Mate, she is our woman and she will sleep in the same bed as we do. There will be no discusion about it! When do you think the Watcher will find something out?…What is the chit doing in there?” Spike asked as he heard splashing water and then a loud bang.

Both vampires ran immediately into the bathroom, afraid that something had happened to Willow.

She sat naked on the floor and she was furious. Willow had thought about calling them for help, afraid that she might fall on the way out of the bathtub. But her pride had won, and now she had a sprained ankle.

That`s how they found her, naked on the bathroom floor, with an ankle that had already started to swell up, and about to cry.

“I think I've sprained my ankle,” Willow said, rubbing her leg.

But the two vampires could not hear her and there was no longer enough blood it their brains to understand what she said.

There was all this naked flesh that both had missed so much, not to mention, the changes to her body. They agreed that Willow was a wonderful woman and unbelievably sexy. But pregnant with their children, she was breathtaking.

Willow had enough of their staring. She was cold, wet and in pain, so she did the only thing she could in her emotional state of mind. She began crying, loud and heart-rending.

This brought the immediate attention of both men back to her.

After they had convinced themselves that she was not hurt worse than the sprained ankle, they brought Willow back into the bedroom.

While Angel dried her and put something on her, Spike fetched a bag of ice for her ankle.

But Willow, now that she had started, could not stop crying. All the worry about the babies and her relationship with the vampires flowed from her. She could`t stop, even if she wanted to.

Because the two had already attempted every other thing they could think of, they did the only thing that occured to them now. They laid down beside her and whispered calming words into her ears, until Willow had fallen asleep.

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“Bloody hell, I never thought that it would be that painful to be pregnant!" Spike said as he sat in the armchair lighting a cigarette.

“I know. The last two weeks have been terrible. Either she cries or she is furious,” Angel was near a break down.

They had a little time for themselves since Delia had almost dragged Willow out to buy clothes.

Spike threw a look at Angel, ”How long do you think we have?”

“Why do you ask?” Angel was a little confused, still lost in thoughts about Willow and finding a way to make her feel better.

“Coz I could imagine a few things….” Spike murmured as he got onto his hands and knees and crawled toward Angel.

Angel knew what he meant by this. He himself was in the mood for a little action.

Spike took his time. He opened Angel's trousers as he licked his lips.

Angel couldn't suppress a moan. It had been too long.

Since Willow was back in their lives they had not made love, too afraid that a move in this direction would frighten her off.

But only for this moment he had no thoughts of her.

Spike ripped Angel's shirt open and he felt the cold wetness of Spike's mouth on his smooth, hairless chest, licking the nipples, nipping them lightly with his teeth. Spike's tongue then traced a line down Angel's body. After a brief stop at his navel he continued on his path towards the most sensitive of regions.

Angel gasped as Spike kissed the tip of his dick, then he closed his eyes and allowed the sensations to flow over him as his childe, no, his mate, took his full member into his mouth.

Spike had always been a master of cock-sucking, his tongue working marvels which drove Angel into fits of ecstasy.

Spike now took the hard cock deep into his throat, pulling on Angel's buttocks and pushing his face deep into the dark brown pubic hair.

He could feel the change, a tightening, the flesh drawing in to enclose the large, heavy balls, and he knew Angel's climax was near.

He worked harder, drawing the long shaft of his lover's prick almost out if his mouth completely, then closing down on it quickly, tickling the thickly-veined underside with his tongue.

Angel was now in full vampmode, growling, until, with a groan that the whole of L.A. must have heard, he came.

Spunk, thick and cold and dead, began to spurt from the head of his dick, filling Spike's mouth and sliding down the

back of his throat in a river of cum. Angel grabbed Spike's hair and rammed his cock into his mouth with force. And

then the climax was over.

At exactly this moment the door opened and Willow and Cordelia entered the hall with their arms full of shopping bags.