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Controlling Chaos : Part 10

Willow set her backpack by the front door, in case she needed to make a hasty exit. She could hear her mother banging cupboards and dishes in the
kitchen. She opened and closed the door loudly, pretending to say goodbye to "William".

Willow took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and headed to meet her doom. When she reached the kitchen door, she peeked her head around the
corner and saw her mother sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in front of her, eyes fixed on the door.

"It's about time," she greeted her daughter.

"Sorry," Willow apologized, trying to think of an excuse for why she was late. "I wanted to get all my school stuff together before I came down."
Willow grabbed a bowl and some cereal and brought them to the table with the carton of milk.

"Right," Sheila said disbelievingly. "Oh, Willow, how did this happen?"

Willow paused with her spoon halfway to her mouth, looking at her mother. "How did what happen?" she innocently asked.

"Don't play dumb. How did you wind up in bed with a man seven years older than you? You're obviously having sex with him. And what happened to that
musician you were dating?"

"Mom, Oz and I broke up over a month ago. Right around the time William and I started spending time together." 'Okay, not a complete lie,' Willow told
herself. 'The night Spike kidnapped me and Xander was the first time we really spent talking.'

"And how, exactly, did you two meet?"

"A-at school, actually. At Parent-Teacher Night last year. He's kinda related to one of my friends." Willow smiled, she was getting better at
this. 'That's true too. Spike is Angel's childe, which kind of makes him his son.'

"He's English." Sheila pointed out.

"Well, I didn't say he was a close relative. He grew up in England but he moved to Sunnydale last year."

"And how do you explain the age difference? He is so much older than you Willow."

"You have no idea," Willow mumbled into her cereal. To her mother she said, "It's only seven years. No big."

"This is obviously some kind of father fixation. I told Ira he shouldn't spend so much time on the road, but does he listen to me? No. You are
reaching out for any kind of male affection you can find, so naturally you absolve your nice, safe, relationship with a boy your own age in order to go
after someone who can fill that place neglected by your father."

"Believe me, Sp-William is nothing like Dad," Willow objected.

"He doesn't have to be dear," Sheila placated. "The fact that he conned you into a sexual relationship at such a young age just goes to show the degree
to which he is exploiting your feelings of abandonment."

"He's not exploiting anything," Willow practically yelled. "He loves me, and I love him."

"Really, dear, you are too young to know what real love is," Sheila said as if speaking to a five year old.

"Yes I do! William loves me! You know how I know this? He makes me feel important. He listens to me. He didn't pressure me into doing anything that
I didn't want to do. He came back to Sunnydale just to be with me." When it looked like her mother was going to interrupt her again, Willow said,
"That's right. Just before summer vacation he had to go away for a while with his ex-girlfriend because they were having problems. What he realized
was that he didn't love her anymore, not the same way. He realized that I was the person he wanted to be with."

"That's a lovely story, honey, but that's not the way life works."

"How would you know how my life works? You weren't here!"

"And this is your way of getting back at us, I understand."

"No, Mom, you don't. My relationship with William has nothing to do with you. I love him for who he is and how he makes me feel."

"And who is he? What makes him so special?"

"He's, he's William. He's smart, and caring, and funny, and arrogant, but in a good way. He doesn't let people boss him around or take advantage of him.
He protects those he cares about with a fierce loyalty. And he cares about ME!"

"How can you be sure that he's not just putting on an act? I'm sorry to tell you this Willow, but the world is not always a nice place. There are people,
men, who will do or say anything to get a vulnerable young woman into bed. It is far too common a scenario where men will go after teenage girls for
that very reason."

"Believe me Mom, I know how bad the world can be. And how do I know that he's not using me? Because I trust him. I didn't just blindly jump into bed
with him. I had my reservations about him at first too. But he wooed me, persistently, and I realized what a great guy he really is." A dreamy look
crossed Willow's face as she thought about her first couple of nights with Spike. There was no reason for her mom to know that the wooing had all taken
place over two days. But that was all it had taken for her to fall for him.

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Unbeknownst to the quarreling women in the kitchen, Spike sat on the stairs, hearing every word that passed between them. His dead heart nearly beat with
the love he was feeling for his witch, listening to her defend him to her mother. He had nearly laughed out loud at some of her descriptions of him,
especially of how they'd met.

As his love for his witch grew, his desire to torture and bleed her mother also grew. Violent fantasies involving chains, knives, whips, fangs and any
other torture devise that he could get his hands on chased each other through his head. From what he understood from Willow, her mother had barely
paid any interest to her life up until this moment. What gave her the right to interfere now that Willow was happy?

His focus returned to the women in the kitchen as he heard the volume of their argument rising again.


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"Well, don't think that I am going to sit back and let this 'relationship' continue to go on." Sheila coldly stated.

"You can't stop me from seeing him. I'm eighteen now. I'm old enough to make my own decisions about who I date."

"Not while you are living under my roof. And not when you continue to speak to your mother like that."

"Some mother. The last time you took an interest in my life you tried to burn me at the stake," Willow mumbled, but not quietly enough.

"Don't be ridiculous, dear." Sheila, having successfully repressed the whole incident, had no idea to what Willow was referring to. "The last time you
decided to share anything about your life with me it was to inform me that you were dating that musician."

Willow sighed in exasperation, not having the energy to disagree with her mother on this point. She shook her head, hardly believing the ignorance her
mother was displaying. And she thought Willow was gullible?

"Well now I'm with William. And I'm not going to stop seeing him just because you don't like him. If you don't want me here, then I'll leave,"
Willow calmly announced. Silently, she stood, placed her dirty dishes in the sink, put the milk back in the fridge, and with a straight back, she walked
out of the room and up the stairs, her mother staring after her in disbelief.


~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~
Spike made it back to the Willow's bedroom moments before the dazed redhead entered. She stood stiffly as he enveloped her in his cool embrace.

"Don't worry, luv, I heard everything. It'll be okay," he soothed. Willow slowly came back to life as what had happened began to sink in and she
started to sob into Spike's chest, wrapping her arms around him as if she might drown without him.

Spike held her tightly to him, running a hand over her hair and mumbling words of comfort. He lifted her into his arms and carried her over to the
bed, cradling her in his lap as she cried out her grief. Grief over her mother's previous lack of interest in her life. Grief over her mother's
stubbornness now. Grief over her own lack of caring for what her mother thought about her sleeping with Spike.

She sat back, wiping at her face, as Spike kissed the tears away. "I'm sorry," she mumbled through the last of her tears.

"S'alright," he soothed, briefly kissing her lips. "I'd say you were due a good cry after that's woman's coldness."

"Oh goddess, Spike. What am I going to do? I yelled at my mother! I said I'd leave. I'm homeless, with out a home, a street urchin, a bum. I'm only
eighteen, I can't support myself." Before she could reach a full-blown panic attack, Spike covered her mouth with his, pouring all of his love into the kiss. Willow took shelter in his love and kissed him back with equal passion.

"Thank you," she shyly smiled when they separated.

"You're welcome. Can't have you running out of breath from talking. I'm the only one allowed to leave you breathless," he smirked. "And you're not going
to be homeless. You'll live with me."

"Spike, I can't live in a crypt. Human girl here. Kinda need heat and electricity and running water."

"Right. Well then, maybe we can live with the poof," he grudgingly suggested. "He's got that great big mansion chock full of running water and
electricity."

"Live with Angel? Are you sure about that? I mean, you can barely stand to be around him most of the time. Would you be able to live with him?"

"For you, I'll find a way."

"But how would that work? I mean would we all share one bedroom? Or would we have our own? Or should we all have separate bedrooms? How many bedrooms
does he have anyway?"

"We'll have our own room," Spike resolutely stated. He may agree to live with his sire, but there was no way he was going to LIVE with his sire.

"Maybe we should ask him first before we go making all of these plans. He might not even want us there."

"Oh, he'll want us there, believe me," Spike said, smirk once again in place.

Willow looked at the clock and groaned. She was late for school. "Can I just stay right here for the rest of the day," she wistfully asked. Spike was
ready to say that it was fine by him, when she continued. "No, I have to go. If I'm not there it'll cause too many questions and I can't deal with
anything else right now."

"You don't have to go. They'll understand," Spike said, trying not to beg her to simply stay in his arms, forever.

"I know, but if I'm not here then I don't have to deal with my mom." Willow sighed and started to move off of the bed. "Look, I made a big deal out of
pretending to saying good-bye to you when I went downstairs earlier, so she should think you're already gone. Just stay in my room until you hear her
leave for work. Maybe try to get some sleep." Willow glumly looked around her room. "Or if you feel up to it, maybe you can pack up some of my stuff."

Spike stood and pulled her against his body again. He hated that she was in so much pain right now, caused by her so-called mother. He knew it would
take every ounce of self-restraint to keep from killing the woman the second his Red was out the door, but he knew it'd hurt her just as much if he did
kill the woman.

"I'll see what I can do," he assured her. Willow nodded against his chest, squeezing him a little tighter. She turned her face towards his and he took
her invitation, kissing her softly. "I'll call Peaches while you're at school and see about getting all settled in tonight."

"Okay," Willow agreed. "Just wait to call until my mom leaves, wouldn't want her coming in here again and opening up the curtains."

"Good point. I'll just catch a few winks first then," Spike agreed.

"I'll see you after school then, roomie."

"I'll see you then, my love." Spike agreed.


 

Controlling Chaos : Part 11

Spike paced around Willow's bedroom, nervously looking at the phone. It had been hours since she'd left for school. Spike had gone back to bed for a
while, not being able to truly sleep until he heard Willow's bitch of a mother finally leave for work. Sleep was uneasy for the blonde vampire
though, thoughts of what he needed to do today plaguing his dreams. Finally he gave up and got up to take a leisurely shower.

Now he was working up the nerve to make a very important phone call. Several times he had lifted the cordless phone off the base and turned it on, only
to turn it off again right away. Knowing that he'd have a lot of work to get done if things went according to plan, he sat on the bed and steeled
himself, dialing the number and listening to the rings. On the third ring the line was picked up on the other end.

"Hello?"

"Peaches," Spike said, trying to sound jovial.

"Spike? The sun's still out. Why are you awake?"

"Funny story that." He said, wishing he could smoke in Willow's house. Out of habit, he dug the pack out of his coat and tossed them on the bed. "At
some un-demonly hour this morning Willow's mum came in and opened the curtains."

"Did you just say Willow's mom?"

"Is there an echo," Spike chided.

"This is serious Spike," Angel said, ignoring the gibe. "Did Willow's mom really catch you two in bed?"

"Yeah," Spike sighed. "Damn near sent off smoke signals."

"How's Willow?" Angel asked.

"I'm fine, thanks for asking." As Angel started to stammer a question, he was cut off. "Red's gonna be alright. At least she will with your help."

"Of course. You know that I'd do anything for that girl."

"Great, then make up the guest room and stock the fridge with food."

"What are you talking about? You know you're always welcome in my bed Spike." Angel honestly responded.

"Well you're not in mine. See, the thing is, Red's mom kicked her out and we need a place to crash. I told her she could move in with me, but a crypt's no place for a girl. So that leaves you. You've got that great big mansion all to yourself, didn't think it'd be a problem. But if you don't want us there..." Spike left the threat hanging, knowing Angel wouldn't turn down a chance to live with Willow.

"No, I didn't say I didn't want you here. She really kicked her out?"

"She said Red was too young to know about love and she wouldn't let her see me while living under her roof. 'Course my Red would have none of that and
said she'd leave. I was right proud of her. You should have heard the things she said in my defense."

Angel could hear the pride, and love, in his childe's voice. "You're in love with her," he stated.

"Yes," Spike confirmed. "And somehow she loves me too. I don't know what I did to deserve her, but I'm damn sure not going to lose her now."

"She told you she loves you?" Angel asked, a note of sadness in his voice.

"This mornin'. In front of her mum no less."

"That's... great." Angel was happy for the lovers, he really was. But where did this leave him now? He was in love with Willow too. But just because
they'd gotten her to adjust to sleeping with two vampires didn't mean she'd be able to believe that she could love them both as well.

Knowing exactly what his sire was thinking, Spike lightly asked, "So is tonight going to be okay?"

"Okay for what?" Angel asked distractedly.

Spike rolled his eyes. "For us to move in."

"You... you still want to move in here with me?" Angel asked doubtfully. "You do remember that I'm in love with her too, right?"

"So?" Spike nonchalantly replied. "We both loved her before the words were said. Don't see why this changes anything. We still need a place to crash."

"Of course you're still welcome," Angel said excitedly. "But what was that about a guest room?"

"Good, you were listening." No longer caring about being in Willow's parents' home, since they'd soon be leaving there for good, Spike tapped a
cigarette out of the pack and lit it. After exhaling the smoke, he continued. "There's going to be rules."

"Now why doesn't that surprise me," Angel chuckled.

"Willow is still MY girl, first and foremost. Now that we're officially a couple, we get our own room with our own bed, which we will allow you join
on occasion."

"You expect me to be a guest in my own home?" Angel growled.

"Aren't you listening? You'll still be in your own bloody bedroom. We're the guests... hence the guest room. And we're going to need a place for her
computer - get her one of those high speed internet things. And food. Girl can't live on blood, she's got to have real food in the house. And..."

"I get the idea Spike," Angel grinned, amused by Spike's concern for Willow's needs. "I'll have everything ready when you arrive, except for the
food. I can't get to a grocery store until after sundown."

"Great. I told Red I'd have her all packed up by the time she got home from school, so I better get a move on. I've only got a couple more hours and I
want everything to be ready when the sun sets. Don't want her to have to do anything to get ready... it'll be hard enough for her as it is."

"Yes, it will." Angel agreed. "I just have one request Spike."

"What's that?" he warily asked, having a pretty good as to what he was going to be asked.

"Tonight you share my bed, both of you. I want to be able to comfort her as well."

"Well then... comforted... she will be," Spike smirked.

 

Controlling Chaos : Part 12

Willow returned home from school to find everything Spike thought she might need all packed up and ready to go. She moved the DeSoto into the garage and
they loaded the car so that they would be able to leave as soon as the sun set.

Willow was surprised to find that she wasn't sad about leaving home. She knew that she'd miss the building more than her parents. She barely knew
them as it was, and with her mother's callous attitude towards her that morning, Willow knew it was for the best. Her home had never really been
homey, not like Buffy's. Now she was going to a place where she knew she was loved. Not because she had to be due to shared genetic material; but because
Spike, and Angel, wanted to.

While they waited, Spike filled Willow in on his conversation with Angel. As they sat on the couch he assured her that they would have their own bedroom
- that they were a couple staying together in a guest room. Spike also informed her that he had told Angel that they loved each other.

"How'd he take that?" Willow asked, knowing that the dark vampire loved her as well.

"'Bout how you'd expect. Sounded all depressed and assumed that we wouldn't want to stay there anymore, forgettin' that I knew we were in love before I asked."

"Poor Angel. I'm guessing he wasn't too keen on the idea of us having our own room either."

"Nah," Spike confirmed. "He wanted us all to share a room, like one big happy family. Said we were always welcome in his bed. I told him he wasn't
always welcome in mine, but that he could visit occasionally."

"I know it's going to be our first night living together," Willow hesitantly said. "But since it's also our first night staying at Angel's place, maybe
we should stay in his room tonight."

Spike sighed. "Poof suggested the same thing. I already told him that'd be okay."

"Thanks Spike," Willow leaned up and kissed him briefly. "This is going to take some getting used to for all of us and I want the transition to be as
smooth as possible."

Spike ran his fingers through her hair, marveling at her concern for his sire's feelings. "You're not having second thoughts about this are you?"

"Of course not," Willow insisted, climbing onto his lap and straddling him. "I want to be with you more than anything."

"And what about Peaches," Spike asked, avoiding her eyes. "You all excited 'bout living with him too?"

"I admit, it'll be easier for him to join in if he's right down the hall, but don't think for a minute that having easy access to Angel is going to
make me want you any less."

Willow grabbed a hold of Spike's chin and forced him to meet her gaze. The uncertainty in his eyes saddened her. "Do you not trust me?" she asked.

"I don't trust HIM." Spike admitted, running his hands over her back. "You I trust with my unlife."

"I love you, Spike," Willow said firmly. "Never doubt that." Willow kissed him soundly, pouring all her love and desire into the kiss. Spike ran his
hands up her back, pulling her closer, tangling his hands in her glorious hair.

When Willow pulled back for some much needed breath she asked, "So I guess now the question is will you be able to live with Angel? Just a couple of
days ago you said that you'd probably kill each other trapped in the house together all day."

"A couple of days ago I didn't know you loved me," Spike said. Shaking his head to clear out his own doubts, he assured her, "We'll find a way."

They spent the next hour reassuring each other, nonverbally of course, that everything would work out fine. By the time they realized that they either
needed to stop or lose their clothes, they noticed that the sun had set and decided to wait until they got to Angel's.

~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~

Angel was pacing the living room of the mansion, waiting for Willow and Spike to arrive. He couldn't remember the last time he was this excited and
nervous at the same time. That's not true, he'd felt like this the night he confronted Willow and Spike in his crypt - and asked to join them.

Only this time would be different. Now Willow and Spike were in love with each other - and he was left still loving Willow without her returning his
love. He knew it would be difficult to watch them be together. He knew that there would be nights that they would want to be alone. He knew that it
wasn't going to be easy to give them their space, but he hoped that by being under his roof, he'll be allowed to join in more often than if they lived
somewhere else.

Half an hour after the sun went down Angel heard the DeSoto squeal to a halt in front of the mansion. He sat on the couch and opened a book, hoping that
they wouldn't be able to tell how anxious he was for their arrival.

Angel couldn't help smiling at Willow's tentative knock, which was followed by Spike pushing open the door. Angel could hear Willow quietly scolding
Spike as they entered.

"Honey, I'm home," Spike called out.

Angel stood and met his guests. He walked over to Willow, quietly saying, "Welcome home." He pulled her into a hug, ignoring Spike's glare.

"Thank you," she mumbled into his chest.

"What, no hug for me?" Spike sneered.

"If you insist," Angel calmly said, starting to move towards Spike.

Afraid that Angel was actually going to hug him, Spike moved out of the way to stand behind Willow, wrapping his arms protectively around her. This
caused both Willow and Angel to burst out laughing.

Angel reached the couple and slapped Spike jovially on the back. Still laughing, he said, "It's good to have you here."

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After ordering in some dinner for Willow, the vamps carried all of Willow's belongings inside and up to the room she'd be sharing with Spike. They
insisted that she remain downstairs, not wanting her see the room until is was all set up. Spike and Angel had agreed that they would have the
furniture from Spike's crypt sent over for the guest room. It had taken Angel a while to find a moving company that wouldn't ask questions about why
the furniture was being moved out of a crypt, but eventually he did.

As Willow ate her dinner, alone, trying to figure what her vampires had up their sleeves. It turned out she didn't have to wait much longer. She called
out to them when she finished eating and they came running, grinning like schoolboys.

"What are you two up to?" Willow asked suspiciously.

"You'll see." Spike told her. "Close your eyes."

She gave him a skeptical look before complying. The moment her eyes were shut she heard, "Keep them closed," as she was lifted off her feet. She
squealed as she was swiftly carried up the stairs.

Willow was set on her feet and reminded once again to keep her eyes closed. A minute later she heard Angel say, "Okay, you can open your eyes now."

A small gasp escaped Willow's lips as she looked around her. The first thing she saw was Angel and Spike resting, topless, against the headboard of
Spike's bed. Once she was able to force her eyes away from the delicious sight of half-naked vampires on the bed, Willow looked around the rest of
the room. She noticed that along with a few things from Spike's crypt, were all of her things from her parents' house.

"You guys did all this while I was eating?" she asked in awe.

"Do you like it?" Spike asked in return.

"It's amazing. It looks like I belong here," she admitted, looking at her lovers again.

"That's because you do belong here," Angel told her.

"Actually," Spike added, patting the space between him and Angel. "You belong here."

"Thank you," Willow huskily said, climbing on the bed. She slowly crawled towards the reclining men, lust darkening her eyes the closer she got. As
she reached their legs, she began to slide her hands up the leg closest to her, one hand on each of them.

By the time she reached their knees, both vampires were fully aroused and simultaneously reached down and lifted her the rest of the way up the bed.
Spike claimed her mouth as Angel started pulling at her clothes. Spike released her mouth long enough for Angel to pull Willow's top over her head.

Angel made short work out of removing Willow's bra, immediately capturing a breast with his mouth. Willow moaned into Spike's mouth, arching her back,
pressing her chest closer to Angel. Angel alternately licked around her breast, suckled, and nibbled with blunt teeth as his hand mimicked what his
mouth was doing as closely as possible on her other breast.

Gasping, Willow pulled away from Spike, breathless at his ardor. Angel took advantage of Willow's free mouth and abandoned her breasts for higher
terrain. Turning her face towards him, Angel licked and nibbled his way up her chest and neck until he reached her mouth. Willow eagerly kissed him as
Spike proceeded to finish undressing her.

Once naked, Willow straddled Angel, holding his face, taking control of the kiss. Angel growled low in his throat, his hands roaming over Willow's body.
Willow's hands left his face and trailed down his chest, pausing to tweak his nipples on her path to his pants. She unbuttoned and unzipped him,
urging Angel to raise his hips. From behind, Spike reached under Willow and pulled Angel's pants off.

Willow turned her head to see Spike standing naked next to the bed. She reached a hand out to him, inviting him back onto the bed. He took Willow's
hand, kissing his way up her arm as he straddled Angel's legs behind her. He pulled her back against his chest, hands covering her breasts as he kissed
her neck, lapping at his mark.

Willow's moan deepened when she felt Angel's hands on her hips, urging her up on her knees. She eagerly moved to accommodate him, pulling Spike to his
knees as well, his erection pressing into her lower back. Angel slid down on the bed enough so that his face was level with Willow's belly. He took a
moment to admire the piece of metal piercing her flesh before running his tongue over it. Willow sighed in pleasure, tangling her hands in Angel's
hair, encouraging his actions.

As he lapped at her belly, Angel slipped a finger inside her wetness. Willow made a sound in the back of her throat that sounded remarkably like a purr.
'I'm spending way too much time with vampires,' Willow thought. 'I'm even starting to make sounds like them.'

Her thoughts were interrupted by the answering purrs coming from the vampires surrounding her.

"What was that?" Willow breathed.

"What was what?" Spike asked, unaware that anything unusual had occurred.

Angel started to pull back to answer her, but he was pressed back to her belly by a very insistent hand. He smiled as he returned to his task of
pleasuring Willow, allowing Spike to answer her questions.

"I... purred... and then you guys purred back."

"It was instinct," Spike answered. "Our demons were recognizing your sounds of contentment and answered in kind."

"Well, that's new," Willow sighed as Angel added a second finger to his ministrations.

"But a good new," Spike asked, resuming his nuzzling.

"Very good." Willow turned her head so that she was able to end all further conversation with a kiss. Willow moaned into his mouth as Spike rocked his
hips, rubbing his erection against her back and buttocks.

Breaking the kiss, Spike reached down moved Angel's hand away from Willow. Silently he pressed against Willow's shoulders, until she was on her hands
and knees above Angel. She whimpered at the loss of Angel's touch, but the whimper changed to a moan as she was filled by Spike's hardness.

Willow looked down into Angel's eyes, her pleasure clearly written on her face. Angel raised himself onto his elbows and leaned up to kiss Willow. She
returned his kiss, sucking his tongue into her mouth.

Spike set up a frantic rhythm, pounding into Willow with long forceful thrusts. He felt when Angel reached down and began rubbing her clit to the
same pace he was using. It wasn't long before Willow began to mewl into Angel's mouth. She thrust back harder against Spike, brushing against the
tip of Angel's erection with every movement. Feeling her muscles begin to clench Spike morphed and slipped his fangs into his mark.

Willow pulled away from Angel's mouth, as her entire body froze and she called out Spike's name in climax. His name became a mantra as her body
worked through the tremors. The sound of his name tumbling from his love's lips sent Spike over the edge as well. He answered her shout with one of his
own, calling out her name.

Angel grit his teeth in order to stave off his own orgasm. The passion of the lovers above him called to him to join them. However he wanted to be
inside Willow when he finally found release.

Willow rested her head on Angel's shoulder, panting as her body began to relax. She sighed as Spike pulled out of her, collapsing on the bed next to
Angel. Then she felt Angel's hands on her hips, lifting her over his own straining erection. She moaned, long and low, as she was lowered on to him.
She heard Angel whisper, "Move over, boy." Moments later she found herself lying on her back, looking up at Angel's grinning face.

She smiled at the adoration she saw there. She nodded her head, signaling that she was ready. Angel reciprocated her nod and began moving his hips.
Angel knew that he wouldn't last long, being the last one to cum. Willow sensed how close Angel was and raised her hips to meet his thrusts. She
turned her head, exposing her lightly bleeding mark to Angel.

With amber eyes, Angel turned his head to look at his childe. "Spike?" he asked, knowing Spike knew what the question was.

Spike, who was reclining on his side watching his love and his sire, acquiesced saying, "If the lady is offering. But no fangs."

"Thank you," he whispered, barely audible, as he lowered his mouth to lap up Willow's spilled blood, suckling at the wound to try and coax more to the
surface.

Willow cooed at the sensations Angel's suckling was creating. She raised her legs, wrapping them around Angel's, locking her ankles. Unconsciously she
reached an arm out to Spike, needing him to help bring her pleasure.

Spike smirked, his demon roaring that she was reaching out to him while being taken by another. He slipped his hand between the two writhing bodies
and captured her ring in his fingers. Looping with the ring with his pinky, Spike splayed his hand over her belly, and his thumb was just able to brush
her clit. Moving those two fingers, Spike was able to heighten Willow's arousal so that when Angel exploded inside her moments later, she was able
to join him.

Disentangling himself from Willow, Angel collapsed on her other side. Spike immediately wrapped himself around Willow, running a hand over her quivering
belly. When he had the energy, Angel curled himself around Willow too, running his fingers through her hair.

Propping his head on his hand, Spike smirked, "So I take it you approve of your new room."

"Yeah, I think I could get used to it," Willow smirked back. "Especially when nights end like this."

Pulling the covers over their bodies, Angel said, "They can end like this any time you want them to, little one."

As she started to drift off to sleep Willow remembered to ask, "Spike, did you set the alarm?"

"For what, luv?"

"School. I still have school tomorrow."

"Again?" he grumbled.

Laughingly she replied, "Yes, again. I have school five days a week, Monday through Friday."

"And what's today?"

"Wednesday."

"How'd you deal with this before?" Spike asked Angel.

Laughing as well, Angel answered, "Buffy rarely spent the night, and usually only on the weekend."

Willow groaned, causing both vamps to look down at her. "What is it?" Spike asked.

Looking at Angel she replied, "We're going to have to tell Buffy and Xander about you now that I'm living here. I doubt that they'd believe that you'd
let Spike and me move in here out of the goodness of your heart."

"I hadn't thought about that," Angel admitted.

"Do we have'ta?" Spike whined.

"Well, we at least need to tell them we're living here, together. Hopefully I can leave out the whole Angel in bed with us parts, but eventually we're
going to have to tell them about that too."

"I don't see how it's any of their business who you're shagging," Spike insisted.

"It's not," Angel agreed. "But as Buffy's ex, she's going to have some major issues about Willow living under the same roof as me, under any
circumstances."

"I know you don't want to deal with my friends," Willow said to Spike. "But will you come with me to tell them tomorrow? I could really use your
support." Willow trailed a hand down Spike's chest and inner thigh as far as she could reach as she nibbled on his neck.

"Not fair," he complained. When she redoubled her efforts he ground out, "All right. I'll go."

"Thanks," she grinned. "I promise I'll make it worth your while."

"Why didn't you say that in the first place?"

"Because it was more fun doing it the way I did," she answered, eyes dancing.

"Minx," Spike chided, kissing her playfully.

"And you love it."

"That I do," he said seriously.

During Willow and Spike's banter, Angel reached over to the alarm clock and set it so that Willow would be able to get up with plenty of time to get
ready in the morning. When he looked back at his bedmates they were completely engrossed in a kiss.

Thinking he had been silently dismissed, Angel started to ease himself out of the bed to move to his own bed. Willow's hand on his wrist stopped him.

"And where do you think you're going?" she asked.

"I thought..." he started.

"Well, you thought wrong." Pulling him back down onto the bed, Willow told him, "When you start the night out in this bed, you finish it in this bed.
Got it mister?"

"Got it," Angel grinned before kissing her.

Lying down again, with her head resting on Spike's chest and Angel spooned behind her, Willow started to drift off again. The last thing she heard
before falling asleep was Angel saying, "Welcome home."




 

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