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Willow glanced at Spike and frowned. "Why are we here again?"

Spike snorted, "You're asking me Red? The daft slayer is your friend after all."

Willow sighed. "You're here because they don't trust me to come by myself so you have to tag along. I'm here because Buffy had finally stopped moping over brood boy and can't stand to see him again just in case unresolved feelings resurface."

"About sums it up, luv" Spike said, lighting his cigarette. He stared at the name on the door. Angel Investigations. What a fucking joke. "Can we just leave it on the doorstep and take off?"

"No" Willow said. She frowned. "You know we may have to stay for at least two or three days. He is suppose to have some research for Giles."

"Yay. See my excitement" he said drolly. "Wait. We know why I am so overeager to see the poof. Why are you worried?"

"Oh, I don't mind seeing Angel. It's her." She spat out the word.

"Her?" Spike repeated with a frown.

"Cordelia....she's in there." Willow said, sighing. "I hate her and she hates me."

"Ah...the cheerleader" Spike said, finally making the connection. "Why?"

"Why what?" Willow asked.

"Why do you two chits hate each other? We know my sordid history with the king of brood."

"We have the same birthday" Willow said vehemently.

Spike started to laugh. "That's it? That's why you two hate each other?"

Willow glared at his smirking face. "It was the ultimate worse thing that could happen! In school, she always got to bring cupcakes and party hats. It was always her birthday...never mine. My mother was always too busy to make desserts for me to take. No one ever even remembered that it was my day too...except her! She loved taking the attention away from me. Silly bitch."

Spike just shook his head. Suddenly, he remembered something. Willow's birthday was in two days. She had complained about going to LA in fact because she wouldn't be home for it. He'd made note of the day so that he could buy her something. Not that he cared about her. Nope. Not him. She was just a friend. He liked seeing his friend's smile. Groaning softly, he wondered how often he'd have to say that to convince himself. He was in serious lust with the redhead. Had been for months. "There, there pet....Just think. She had to share the day too. It might have been as hard for her."

"Not likely. She had someone that actually cared. Half the time my parents didn't even buy me a gift. The other half, it was late. When my mother happened to remember. They still don't know the exact date. She had someone make her cupcakes" Willow whined, cursing herself for appearing so stupid in front of Spike. Of all people to break down in front of, it had to be him. The main star of her fantasies for three years. She was whining about sharing her birthday with the bitch and he was having to face the sire he had tortured not a year before. Completely different scale. "Come on. I'm fine. She just used that as an excuse to make my entire life hell until she did me the favor of moving to LA. I am still older than her by three hours and fifty six minutes."

"Proud of you, luv" Spike said, his tone bored. "Can we get this done now?"

"Yeah...I'm ready to face her." Willow said.

"You sound like you're heading into battle" Spike said, laughing as he pitched his cigarette to the ground.

"I am...Cordelia and I are sworn enemies. Always have been since we were six. Probably always will be" Willow said, going up the stairs to enter the building. "Give me strength" she said, making a face at him and opening the door. He just smiled and shook his head, following her into the office, ready to face his past. To face Angel.

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Angel glanced at the clock, a frown on his handsome face. "I wonder where they are?" He knew how long the drive from Sunnydale took. Spike and Willow should have arrive about an hour before. He hoped nothing had happened.

"Maybe they aren't coming" Cordelia said, hope in her voice.

"What's wrong?" Angel asked, glancing at the girl. She had been nervous the last few days. Since she had heard that the book was being delivered by Spike and Willow. "I know you and Willow used to not get along but that was over a year ago."

"Not get along?" Cordelia said, staring at him in amazement. "I was a complete bitch to her. For twelve years! I assaulted her verbally every chance I got. I took away even the smallest shred of dignity she had. Hell, I even went after Xander because I knew she loved him. I was a horrid hag."

"Well, you weren't very nice" Angel agreed with a smile, "But you were kids."

"No. She hates me. She should hate me. I made her adolescence a nightmare."

"Delia, you really need to quit watching Oprah" Angel said, sighing. "You did not make her life a nightmare. Willow is the sweetest person I know. There is no way she still hates you for something you did when you were children."

"You don't get it!" Cordelia said. "I stole her birthday" she said quietly.

"What?" Angel asked, confused.

"We were born on the same day. In school, I didn't want to share with anyone. I sort of pushed her away so that no one even remembered. She spent her birthday in my shadow. Until we were in junior high when it wasn't that important. See? I am a bitch."

"Were" Angel corrected, moving to stand behind her. He began to massage her neck, surprised by how tense she was. "You've matured a lot over the last year, Delia. Willow won't even recognize the person you are now. Don't worry so much."

Cordelia leaned back, enjoying the feel of her lover's hands. Her lover. The thought brought a smile to her face. Her Angel. She shook her head softly, "She still hates me. I know it. That's why they're late. She doesn't want to face me. Maybe I should leave."

"You aren't going anywhere Delia. If I have to face Spike, you can handle facing Willow. You say that you two share birthdays?" he remembered suddenly.

"Yes" Cordelia said, her voice pitiful as she remembered the horrible things she had done over the years to Willow.

"Aren't you turning twenty in two days?" Angel reminded her.

"Yeah" Cordelia said. Suddenly, she smiled. "I can make it up to her! She'll be here for our birthday! Thank you Angel. What would I do without you?"

"Probably get more sleep" he said lazily, a smile on his face at the excitement he saw in her eyes. "If you want to keep it a surprise, you'd better quiet down. I can feel Spike."

"They're here?" Cordelia said, standing up. She straightened her skirt and fluffed her hair. Angel watched her primp with a curious look. Why was she making herself attractive? It was just Spike and Willow. He got a thoughtful look in his eyes before he heard the knock on the door. He'd think about it later. They were here. Time to face Spike.

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"Angel!" Willow said, hugging the vampire. She was very happy to see him, even if it meant having to see Cordelia.

"Willow." Angel pulled back and looked at her. "You look great."

Willow smiled shyly, "Thanks."

"She always look great" Spike said, stepping into the room. He moved behind Willow, his hand going to her hip. His eyes proclaimed his possession of her to Angel. "Peaches."

Angel noted the way Spike was touching Willow and smiled. Baby boy had grown up. Spike was in love with Willow. He nodded, "Spike. Thanks for bringing her."

Spike felt Willow pull away as she walked into the room. He moved behind her, wanting to make sure his sire knew the girl was taken. Well, she wasn't taken yet but she would be as soon as he made a move. "My pleasure."

"Willow. It's nice to see you" Cordelia said, smiling at the girl who had been her enemy through school.

"Cordelia." Willow said, her words friendly but her tone frosty.

Cordelia sighed, looking at Angel with an I told you so look. "Honey, why don't you get Willow something to drink."

"Honey?" Willow said, studying the two. She noticed it. Cordelia was in love with Angel. Good grief.

Spike started to laugh, "Damn peaches. You don't waste time do you? The prom queen this time."

"Spike" Angel said, his tone warning. His eyes held no room for teasing.

Spike frowned, sitting next to Willow. He couldn't really say anything. At least his sire had the girl he wanted. He wasn't stuck as the platonic friend. A year of friendship was growing annoying when each day he wanted her more and more. "Sorry Dad."

"Willow, would you like something to drink?" Angel asked.

"I'm fine" Willow replied, still shocked that Angel had moved past Buffy with Cordelia of all people. She couldn't believe it. Maybe the girl had changed over the last year. She would have to have for Angel to fall in love with her. She felt Spike's leg touch hers and froze. Why did he always sit so close? Friends did not sit this close. He had to know about her feelings for him. Even Buffy teased her about the damn crush. Yet, he always never failed to touch her whenever he could.

"We still are doing the research for Giles so it will be another couple of days" Cordelia said, her eyes narrowing on the way Spike was sitting beside Willow. She saw the slight flush on Willow's face and knew instantly. Willow was in love with Spike. When had that happened? Did he know? Questions ran through her mind. "I hope you don't mind staying here a bit longer."

Willow shrugged. There went her birthday. Great. It would be just another day as it always had been. "Shouldn't be a problem. But, we'll need to find somewhere to stay. Know any cheap motels?"

"Motels? You two can't stay in a motel!" Cordelia said.

"You can stay here. I have an extra room" Angel let his words drop, watching their reactions. Smiling, he added, "and a comfy sofa. Shouldn't be a problem."

"Are you sure?" Willow asked, glancing between him and Cordelia. She knew that she and Spike would be imposing. She also couldn't get the image of her sharing the room with Spike...sharing the bed. She licked her lips as her breathing quickened along with the visions.

"Please?" Cordelia asked, needing to make up for all the terrible things she had done in the past.

"Why not?" Spike answered, glowering at the knowing look in his sire's eyes. Not even thirty minutes and the damn infuriating man knew he liked Willow. What was it about him that allowed Angelus to see into his heart?

"It might be fun" Willow said, trying to smile. She could see that this Cordelia was not the one that she had grown up with but she still wasn't sure about staying with them.

Cordelia smiled, "It will be fun. Trust me."

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Willow left the bathroom, walking barefoot to the guest room. She heard a moan and froze. She continued to listen as Cordelia and Angel made love. She felt her face flush red as she moved to the guest room. Good grief. Were they always so loud? She caught sight of the lump on the couch and moved closer to Spike. She ran her tongue over her lips as she took in his barely covered form. She knew that he slept nude. In consideration for them all, he had borrowed a pair of silk boxers from Angel. The crimson colored cloth barely covered him. She looked to the bedroom and then back at him. He seemed so uncomfortable on the tiny cramped space.

Spike wished that she would leave already. His cock was straining against the soft material of the boxers from thinking of her in the shower and then listening to his sire fucking the damn cheerleader. He could almost feel her eyes raking over his body. It took all of his control not to just pounce and enter her there on the couch. He could smell her arousal so he knew she would be wet and waiting for him. Suddenly, he felt her warm hand on his shoulder.

"Spike" Willow whispered. "Wake up."

Blue eyes suddenly looked at her. She was surprised by the different emotions she saw there. "Oh...you're awake."

"What is it?" he asked, his voice low.

"This couch...it looks lumpy" she said weakly. Now she wasn't so sure if her suggestion was a good idea or not.

"It is" he said dryly.

"The guest room....it has a king size bed for some reason. It's nice and comfy."

Spike's eyes lit with amusement. "You asking me to sleep with you, Red?"

Willow's face heated up at his teasing words. "Spike, quit! There is room if you want to sleep on half of it. I was just trying to be nice."

Spike sat up, watching her go back to the room. He noticed that she left the door open in invitation. He glanced down at his throbbing cock. This wasn't a good idea. Not a good idea at all. He heard the damn cheerleader moan again. Getting to his feet, he walked to the room. The silk boxers clung to his erection, making it more prominent. He was thankful it had been too dark for her to notice that. She never would have gotten the nerve to issue her offer if she thought he was hard and horny.

Willow heard the door close and smiled into her pillow. He had come. She heard what sounded like material brushing against skin. Her pulse raced as she realized he was stripping the boxers off. She gulped as she felt the bed shift. He laid down. She could feel his coldness from her position on the side of the mattress. She kept her eyes closed tightly, not giving in to the desire of seeing him. Maybe she would wake up earlier than him in the morning. Then she could study him for future fantasies.

Spike heard her pulse racing and the shallowness of her breathing. He smiled. She was affected by him. Could she want what he wanted? He glanced at her form covered in the blanket. He could only hope.

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Willow woke up, feeling a coldness behind her. She whimpered as she moved back towards the cool. She felt an arm around her waist as she felt lips on her neck. She was still dreaming, she realized. IT had been the most fantastic dream with Spike and her doing things she'd only seen on late night Showtime. She arched back as she felt the hand lazily drift over her abdomen. She moaned softly as the hand cupped her breast, the lips on her neck sucking the flesh between blunt teeth. She felt a body move in tighter against her and moved back more. She suddenly opened her eyes as she felt an erection against her ass. She heard soft murmurings from Spike as he shifted in sleep. Good grief. She was awake. He was really touching her like that. She realized she had two choices. The first was the logical one. She could get out of bed and act as if nothing had happened. Or, the second, more irrational one, she could stay and enjoy his sleeping caresses and never let him know what had happened.

She felt his thumb run over her hardened nipple and licked her lips. Her decision was made for her. She had never felt anything like this before. Even in sleep, he managed to arouse all of her senses. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his body cool against hers. She wondered who he was dreaming of...who he was touching in his dreams. She felt jealous of his dream lover...wished it were her he was touching with such passion. She bit her lip as he moved against her, his erection against her. She knew it was strange to be jealous when it was really her he was touching, even if he was unaware of it. She felt his hand drift over her breast again, squeezing it roughly as he moved again.

Spike heard her breathing catch and smiled against her neck. She had been asleep when he had first given in to his need to touch her. But, she had quickly woken up when he had moved in behind her. He was glad she had decided to feign sleep. It meant he could touch her without her even realizing it was her he wanted to touch. God, she smelled delicious. Vanilla and peaches and a scent that was all her own. He could find himself becoming drunk on her scent alone. He ran his tongue over her neck, tasting the saltiness of her flesh. He drew the flesh between his teeth, scraping it until it was slightly reddened. He wanted to mark her so badly. Make everyone know she was his. He moved against her, running his hard cock against her firm ass.

He was rewarded by her small intake of breath. He twisted her silk covered nipple between his thumb and finger. He heard her heartbeat increase as he roughly played with her breast. She liked it rough, he realized. Smiling, he bit into the back of her neck, tasting the essence of her. He lapped at her blood, his hardened cock throbbing against her ass. He wished she were as nude as he. He brought his hand down to her boxers, slipping it inside. He heard her gasp as he brushed his thumb over her clit. He began to rock his cock against her, moving against the smooth cloth covering her. He slid a finger inside her wetness, hearing her soft moan. He continued to suckle from her small wound as he began to move more rapidly. She pushed back against him, moving against his hand. Too soon, they were both exploding. He spilled his seed against her, grunting as he found release. Willow groaned out his name as she came, her breathing ragged.

Willow felt him flop over. He groaned in his sleep, murmuring to himself. She felt something cool and cold on the back of her boxers and knew that he had cum. She closed her eyes, waiting until she was sure he was back in his place. Then, she slid from underneath the covers and padded barefoot to the bathroom. She was glad that Cordelia and Angel were still asleep. She didn't want them to see her. She felt as if she were wearing a sign that said wanton woman. She had practically molested him while he was sleeping. What was she turning into? She had barely fought the impulse to turn around and impale herself on him. Ride him until they both found release and then waited a few minutes to begin again. She used the bathroom, cleaning herself up. She glanced at the boxers and ran her fingertips over the white substance covering the back of them. She slid the fingers into her mouth, tasting him. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. How was she suppose to face him knowing what they had done when he had no idea what they had done?

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Willow walked out of the bathroom, holding her soiled boxers to her chest. She didn't need Spike to see them and know what had gone on. She glanced at the bed, not sure if he was sleeping or not. She hated that he didn't have to breathe. It wasn't fair. She moved to her bag, stuffing the boxers underneath the pile of clothes. She heard a noise and looked up into blue eyes. "Oh...uh hi."

"Red." Spike said, yawning so she would think he just woke up. He knew what she was putting in her bag. Trying to hide the evidence of their playing that morning. "Whatcha doin?"

"Just getting dressed" she said, her face flushing red.

"Oh..." he said, a sparkle of mischief lighting his eyes.

"How did you sleep?" she asked, trying to change the subject.

He grinned. She had given him the perfect opening and she didn't even know it. He stretched, making sure the blanket was over his lower waist. "Yeah...had the most marvelous dream."

"Oh" she said, caught by his eyes. She felt heat spread through her at the look in his eyes. "Really."

"Yeah...You were in it, luv" he said, letting his words drop into the silent air. He heard her breath catch and he could hear her heart beating faster. Yeah, she wanted him. He almost jumped up and did a dance. He was going to get her finally. It might take some seduction, but hell. That made it more fun.

"Oh" she said, her voice strangled. She stood quickly, heading to the door. "I uh need some coffee...I'll fix you some blood."

Spike watched her run into the safety of the living room. He chuckled as he stood up and went to take a shower. She could run now, but soon the time for running would be over. His eyes narrowed as he thought about it. He had backed down every time over the last year or so. Not this time. Yes, he was going to finally have her where he wanted her. In his arms. No more running. He whistled as he turned the water on. He was ready to fight for what he wanted.

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Willow walked into the living room, her hand on her flushed face. He had dreamed about her. Did he dream that it was her he was having sex with or was that another different dream? She heard a noise in the kitchen and looked up. Cordelia was watching her with a curious look on her face. "Uh...morning."

Cordelia smiled slightly, "Afternoon, you mean."

"How late is it?" she asked.

"About three" Cordelia said, walking into the room and sitting down. "You keep vampire's hours too, huh?"

Willow smiled softly, "Guess so. Today at least. I mean, back home, I have school usually. I'm up at seven and in bed about four am."

Cordelia frowned, "You don't get a lot of sleep. Isn't that a bit unhealthy?"

"I'm a big girl" Willow replied, a bit defensively. "I can handle it. Hell, that's been my schedule since meeting Buffy."

"I didn't mean anything bad" Cordelia said. "I was just a bit worried."

"Why?" Willow asked.

"I don't know" Cordelia said, making a face. "Come on. Can we please not make this entire visit a war?"

"I'm not" Willow said. "Trust me, I don't want to fight. Get enough of that with Buffy."

Cordelia smiled at the redhead's tone of voice, "Uh oh...trouble in slayer paradise?"

"Don't even ask" Willow said. "Buffy is always right...and it is always about her."

"Well, it always was before. Why should it be any different now?" Cordelia asked dryly.

"She is a bit selfish, isn't she?" Willow said, laughing softly.

"A bit" Cordelia said. "Imagine her reaction to hearing about me and Angel."

Willow laughed louder, "My god...she'd freak. I mean, she doesn't want him but that doesn't mean someone else can have him. So...you and Angel."

"Yeah...me and Angel" Cordelia said, "What? You sound amused."

"Just glad he seems happy." Willow said honestly.

"He does?" Cordelia said, smiling. "Well, what about you?"

"What about me?" Willow asked.

"You and Spike" Cordelia said, smirking at the redhead's discomfort. "You two could heat up the city."

"Whatever" Willow said, rolling her eyes.

"So, you ready?" Cordelia asked, knowing it was too soon for Willow to trust her with her honest feelings for the blonde vampire. Maybe before they left, she'd have her trust. She still had plans for their birthday. She had a lot of years to make up for.

"Ready?" Willow asked, glad Cordelia had dropped the Spike subject.

"Duh...shopping. I have Angel's credit card with an extremely grotesque limit. Let's go have some fun." Cordelia said, laughing.

"Shopping?" Willow repeated. She finally nodded, "Ok. I can handle shopping. Let's go."

Cordelia smiled, "We're going to paint the town red, Willow. Let's go."

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"What about this? It would great on you" Cordelia said, holding up a shirt that was a beautiful dark green.

"Cordy! There is hardly any material in that thing" Willow said, her face red.

"Exactly!" Cordelia said, moving to hold it up to Willow. "It would show off that figure you're always hiding behind those sacks you call clothes."

"Whatever" Willow said, moving away. She knew her face was flaming. She hated shopping. Why was she here?"

"Willow...you're gorgeous. Admit that and move on. This shirt would look great. Try it on." Cordelia said. She thrust her lower lip out and begged, "Please...."

Willow grabbed the shirt and the other clothes in Cordelia's hand. "Fine. Quit whining."

Cordelia beamed triumphantly as she followed the redhead to the dressing rooms. She waited outside as Willow went in. She heard soft cursing and almost laughed. Yes, she could definitely hear that Willow spent a lot of time with Spike. She saw the door peak open as Willow poked her head outside. "What?"

Willow chewed her bottom lip and then rolled her eyes, "I can't get this thing on. I have no idea how it is suppose to work so forget it."

Cordelia sighed, moving to the door. "Fine. Let me."

Willow frowned, opening the door and allowing the brunette inside. She threw the piece of material at Cordelia and said, "It won't work."

Cordelia froze, her eyes taking in Willow's form. The girl had removed her shirt and jeans and stood in a silk bra and cotton panties only. Cordelia swallowed, wondering when the store had turned the heat on. She was feeling warm. She calmed her nerves, looking at Willow. "Turn around and shut up. Let the master work her magic."

"Why does that not comfort me?" Willow muttered, turning away from the mirror and Cordelia.

Cordelia licked her lips, recognizing her attraction. She couldn't believe how beautiful Willow truly was. Pert breasts that begged to be touched, nipples straining against pale pink silk due to the temperature of the room, a flat stomach with a scattering of freckles that disappeared into the waistband of pink cotton panties. Cordelia could see the darkness behind the cotton that covered what she knew must be soft red curls. She had always been attracted to Willow, never really understanding her feelings until high school. By then, it had been too late. Willow hated her. So, she'd been content to date Xander and spend as much time trying to be friends with the redhead as she could. Of course, Willow never had any idea that every time she kissed Xander, Cordelia was imagining Willow. How often had she brought herself to orgasm during those years while thinking of Willow? Cordelia had no idea. Almost every night from the time she had learned about masturbation. Even now, with Angel the best lover she'd ever imagined, she often would have fantasies about Willow joining them. She had a weakness for the redhead.

"Cordelia, are we doing this or can I get dressed?" Willow asked, her tone annoyed.

"We're doing it" Cordelia said, her voice slightly husky from her thoughts. She smoothed the shirt out, moving behind Willow. She allowed her fingers to drift down the girl's back, unclasping the bra.

"What are you doing?" Willow asked, a bit disturbed that she was being undressed by her old enemy and annoyed that the girl's touch was exciting her. She wasn't gay. Fuck, she loved Spike.

"You can't wear this shirt with this dumb bra on, Willow. So, I'm taking it off." Cordelia said matter of factly. She was relieved when Willow allowed it to fall to the floor of the dressing room. She moved her arms around Willow, on either side. She let her eyes find those lovely breasts, her mouth watering wishing it could taste them. She pulled the shirt over Willow's breasts, letting herself have a small feel before she moved the shirt into place. She fastened the strap behind Willow's neck, listening as Willow's breathing became irregular. Maybe, just maybe, Willow was affected by her. She stood back, saying, "See. It looks great."

Willow turned, looking in the mirror. She had to admit, the material molded itself against her small breasts, making them much larger than they really were. She watched Cordelia move to the pile of clothes and hold up a small scrap. "What the hell is that?"

"The matching skirt" Cordelia said, her dark eyes meeting Willow's in the mirror. Willow gulped as Cordelia kneeled behind her. She could feel the woman's warm breath against her ass as first one leg and then the other was lifted. She watched, her eyes not missing any movements, as Cordelia stood and smoothed the skirt up around her waist. It barely fell to her inner thighs. Willow knew if she were to bend over, her ass would hang out. She looked in the mirror at the slight arousal in her green eyes and the way her hair fell around her face. She looked like someone who was begging to be fucked.

"Well" Willow said, her voice husky.

Cordelia ran her hand over Willow's stomach, looking in the mirror. "Spike won't be able to control himself....."

"Promise?" Willow asked.

Cordelia winked, "I barely can...so I promise he won't be able to."

Willow's eyes widened in surprise at Cordelia's words. "What?"

"Come on. Let's pay for this stuff and continue shopping" Cordelia said, moving from the room. She fanned herself once she was outside, wondering how she was going to be able to control her lust.

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Spike wandered into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator. He grabbed a bag of blood and plopped it into the microwave. He set it for sixty seconds wondering if this machine heated fast or slow. He'd found that each machine he used was different. He found a coffee mug and heard the buzzing signaling that the blood was heated. He touched it, scowling. It was still cool. Damn old machine. Trust his fucking sire to have an ancient microwave. He heard a chuckle behind him and looked at Angel.

"Give it at least three minutes" Angel said, smiling at his childe.

"This is the fucking millennium you know old man?" he said in disgust.

"Still charming in the afternoons I see" Angel remarked dryly, reaching for his own bag of blood. He got the mug that Cordelia had bought for him the week before and waited for Spike's blood to get ready.

"Always" Spike shot back, smirking. He tried to keep his eyes off of Angel's chest. Damn poof. Walking around half nude like some Casanova. Well, it wasn't affecting him. Nope. He was over Angel. His sire stirred nothing in him.

"Want me to put a shirt on?" Angel asked, a wicked glint in his eyes. He'd felt his childe staring at him. His cock had already stirred upon walking in on his half nude childe in the first place. He had always found Spike attractive. Hell, the main reason he had turned the annoying bastard in the first place was his looks. Good looking and cocky...lethal combination.

Spike snorted, looking away from him. "I don't give a bloody fuck what you do."

"You use to" Angel purred, smiling in satisfaction as Spike grabbed his mug and blood and left the kitchen. Seems baby boy was still affected by him. That could be interesting.

"Where the hell is Willow?" Spike demanded.

"Shopping with Delia." Angel replied, taking a seat opposite Spike.

"Fuck...they'll be gone all damn day" Spike said, making a face.

"Why, anyone would think you didn't want to be alone with me, William" Angel said, his eyes on Spike's face.

Spike stilled, hating the rush that went through him as his sire purred his true name. He knew if Angel asked, he'd be on his knees in seconds. He hated this dependency he had on Angel. He hated his sire, but at the same time, he loved him still. "Fuck off Peaches."

"So...we have the afternoon to ourselves." Angel said, smiling. "It's been awhile since we've had a nice heart to heart talk, my boy."

"Going to be a bit longer" Spike spat out, glaring at his sire's amused expression. Damn fucker knew what he did to him. Took pride in the reaction he caused.

Angel laughed, taking a drink from his mug. He looked at Spike, catching the blue eyes. "Tell me something Spike."

"What oh might one?" Spike asked, rolling his eyes.

"How long have you been in love with Willow?" Angel asked innocently.

Spike spit out the blood that was in his mouth, looking at his sire wide eyed. He watched as Angel just chuckled, a knowing look in those soulful brown eyes.

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Willow laughed as Cordelia grabbed another pair of shoes. "My god, there is no way you can possibly wear all those."

"What?" Cordelia said, smiling. "I'll only take one or two pairs. Doesn't mean I can't try them on."

"You're awful" Willow said, shaking her head.

"Here, try these on" Cordelia said, handing Willow a pair of black heels. "They'd go great with that shirt and skirt I chose for you."

"I already have black shoes" Willow said. "Besides, those heels are ridiculous."

Cordelia just smiled as she took the heels she was wearing off and then kneeled in front of Willow. "Give me those."

"What do you think you're doing?" Willow asked, looking around then back at Delia's amused face.

"You won't try them on, so I plan to do it for you." Cordelia said, taking Willow's shapely leg in her hands and balancing the girl's foot on her upper thigh. She let her hand caress Willow's leg as she took the first shoe in her hands. She heard Willow's gasp as she teased her foot. She smiled as Willow giggled as her finger tickled the girl's instep. So, Willow was ticklish. She would store that away for future reference.

"Delia" Willow said, her voice breathy even to her own ears. She couldn't believe the girl was turning her on. She met Cordelia's eyes, glad in a way that she saw similar desire in the dark brown depths. She hated Cordelia. Why then was she wanting nothing more than for the girl to lean forward just slightly and kiss her.

"They fit" Cordelia said, moving back and taking a deep breath. She had almost kissed Willow. In public. She ran a shaky hand through her dark hair as she removed the shoe and took her own seat. She was suppose to be making up for the bad way she had treated Willow, not practically raping the girl in a shoe store. She stood, looking at Willow and smiling, "Come on. I think we've gone far enough. The boys will be waiting. I can't wait to see Spike's face when he sees you in that outfit."

Willow stood, following the brunette as they paid for their purchases. Cordelia was right. They had gone far enough. She needed to think about Spike. He was the one she was in love with. Of course, being in love didn't mean she didn't have lusty feelings for Cordelia. Cordelia of all people. She must be a masochist, she decided. "Yeah, well, I somehow doubt a new outfit is going to convince him that he loves me and wants me."

"I don't think the outfit is necessary at all" Cordelia said, her eyes looking over Willow's frame. "It just might convince him to confess his feelings."

Willow snorted, "I wouldn't hold my breath if I were you. But, thanks for saying it anyway."

"You definitely need to work on that confidence Wills" Delia said, shaking her head. "Come in. Let's go home."

Willow looked at the girl, her gaze appraising, before she followed her to the car. They put their purchases in the trunk, filling it easily. They laughed as they realized everything they had bought. Angel was going to freak when he saw his bill for the credit card, Willow knew. She sat in the passenger side and made small talk as they drove back towards home...towards Spike.

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Willow walked into the house, Cordelia right behind her. Both girls had several bags from their shopping adventures. "Honey, get that cute ass out here and help me!"

Angel wandered in, a smile on his face. "Damn Delia, did you buy out the whole store?"

"There's more in the car" she said, kissing him as she moved past him to set her bags down.

"My poor credit limit" Angel said, amusement in his voice as he winked at Willow who was watching with curious eyes.

"Oh please, this is nothing. Just a few little things" Cordelia said, noticing Spike standing in the doorway, his blue eyes on Willow.

"You didn't tell me you were going shopping" Spike said, his eyes on Willow's face.

"You were sleeping....and besides, I didn't know" Willow said. "Why? Did you need me to buy you something?"

Spike saw Cordelia follow Angel out to the car to get the rest of her purchases. He shrugged, turning his eyes away from her. "Didn't like not knowing where you were."

"Sorry..." she said softly, "I was surprised that Delia wanted me to go with her..."

Spike heard the change in her voice and looked back at her face. "Something happen?"

She felt heat cover her face, "Um...not really."

Spike smiled at her red face, "Something happened, luv. Your face is the color of your hair. Come on, let me help you with those and then you can tell Spikey all about it...."

"I don't want to talk about it" Willow said, relinquishing her bags to him.

"Come on pet. You left me here all day alone with the poof...you owe me."

"Poor baby...Alone with Angel...Whatever did you two do all day?" Willow asked, rolling her eyes.

"Nothing" he answered abruptly. It wouldn't be wise for her to find out they had spent the afternoon talking about her and his growing feelings for her. Angel had teased him a bit but turned serious in his quest for answers. It had been the first time in many, many years that Spike had actually enjoyed talking to his sire. He had felt the connection between them and was reminded why he had loved his sire for so long. "So, what happened between you and the bitch?"

Willow answered abruptly, "Nothing. And she's not a bitch anymore...she's grown up over the last months."

Spike set her bags down and sat on the bed, his eyes narrowed as he considered her answer. Something had happened, but he wasn't going to push. Not yet at least. He leaned against the pillows, asking her to describe how she had spent the day.

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"Spike loves her" Angel said, smiling at Cordelia.

Cordy sat on the hood of the car, Angel standing between her legs. "She loves him too."

Angel looked surprised, "She told you?"

Cordelia snorted, "No. I can tell. She doesn't trust me enough to talk about things that private yet. But...I dropped a few hints and she didn't deny them."

"So, you enjoyed your day out?" Angel asked, brushing a lock of hair from her face. He was startled to hear her heart start to race, her face flushing softly. "Delia?"

"Angel, I practically raped her in the dressing room" Cordelia said in a rush.

"What?" he demanded. He had thought he could detect an attraction but Cordelia's words had startled him.

"I want her" Cordelia said, grinning sheepishly. "She's so pretty....but I know she loves Spike. Hell, she's still a virgin I bet. I was pushing her today...she probably hates me."

Angel shook his head softly, "No one could hate you, Delia. How did she react?"

Cordelia smiled slightly, "Well, in the dressing room she was a bit surprised and I think she was scared....but when we were trying on shoes, well I think she wanted me to kiss her as much as I wanted to."

"Really?" Angel said, contemplating what had happened between his lover and Willow and also what had happened between him and Spike. He had seen the familiar desire in Spike's eyes that afternoon. It had taken all of his control not to fuck his handsome childe there in the living room. "Well, let's just wait and see what happens."

Cordelia nodded, "I'm glad you aren't upset."

Angel snorted, "Well, considering my love for Spike I'd be a bit of a hypocrite if I got pissed. Besides, I agree that Willow is very lovable. So, you have things set for your birthday?"

Cordelia nodded, "Yes. I bought her a fantastic outfit that should knock Spike on that cute ass. I figured we could go to a club and just loosen up tonight. Tomorrow is our birthday. I don't think she even remembers. But, she'll remember tomorrow" Cordelia said with a smile.

Angel laughed, pulling her into his body. "You're incorrigible."

"Thank you" she said sweetly before she kissed him.

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Willow put the shirt on, her flesh heating as she remembered how Cordelia's hands had felt on her. She took the stockings that Cordelia had insisted she buy and slid them up her legs. They went to her upper thighs, staying in place with lacey elastic. She slid the skirt on, noticing that the material of her leather skirt stopped above her stockings. There was a strip of white flesh showing between the stockings and the skirt. She tugged on the skirt, cursing as she realized it was as long as it was going to get. She brushed her hair out, watching as it fell around her face in a cloud of red. She couldn't believe how sexy she looked. Her breasts were pushed up and out by the shirt and her legs looked a mile long. She knew she couldn't bend over or the material would ride up and show her ass to everyone. She slipped the high heels on, wetness pooling between her thighs as she remembered Cordelia's hands on her. She sprayed some perfume on, the sensual smell adding to the overall eroticism of her moment. Taking a deep breath, she stepped into the living room to join the others.

Spike smelled her scent as soon as she walked out of their room. He looked up, his welcoming smile fading as his cock instantly hardened. His hand clenched around the cup he was holding. Distantly, he heard the sound of breaking glass but ignored it, his blue eyes on Willow. He stood, not aware of the large bulge straining against his denim pants. "Willow"

Willow gulped, the husky sound of his voice sending tremors through her. She felt eyes on her and knew that Cordelia and Angel were staring. "Spike. Sorry it took me so long."

Cordelia let out her breath, trying to ignore the wetness between her thighs. She had known Willow was pretty, but wow...this even surprised her. The girl was oozing sex. She felt Angel shift beside her and knew he was as affected as she and Spike seemed to be. "Gawd, you look wow..."

Willow smiled at Cordelia, licking her lips as she glanced down. "You don't think it's a bit much?"

Spike's eyes narrowed as he realized she intended to leave dressed like that. "Go change."

Willow's eyes flashed with annoyance, "What?"

"I will not allow you to go out dressed like that" he said, crossing his arms and glaring at her. She was his. He didn't want her showing off for other men. He was the only man she was supposed to want to please. Didn't she realize that?

"You won't ALLOW it?" Willow said, irritation running through her. "Who the fuck do you think you are? I have a father, sort of. Don't need another one."

"Don't push me, luv" Spike said, his voice low as he glared at her. "Go change. Something long sleeved...some pants. That sounds good."

"Spike" Angel warned, seeing the tension developing between the two. He saw Spike flip him off, the blonde's eyes still on Willow. He shrugged, sighing as he looked at Cordelia. "Ready for the fireworks?"

Cordelia just shook her head, "Why do men never learn?"

"Long sleeves and pants?" Willow said, glancing down. She thought she looked damned good. Who the hell did Spike think he was? "Hell no. I'm wearing this."

Spike's eyes flashed yellow at her refusal. "There is no way in hell that you are leaving this house wearing that. Your breasts and ass are hanging out. Look like a whore."

"A whore?" Willow said, facing off across from him. She was as angry as she had ever been in her life. "So, you won't let me leave wearing this?"

"No" he said, smiling smugly.

"Fine. I'll just take it off," Willow said, her green eyes catching his. She could feel the heat in the air, her breathing ragged. She brought her hand up and untied the strings holding the shirt in place. She let it drop, her bare breasts coming into view. Her nipples were hard pebbles, goosebumps from the cool air covering her white flesh. She saw his nostrils flare at her act and smiled smugly. She brought her hand up to her skirt, her eyes challenging him.

Cordelia licked her lips, her hand clutching Angel's, her fingernails digging into his palm. She felt as if she were watching a face off. She saw Spike's hand against his thigh, his fingers digging into the denim as Willow unfastened the skirt, letting it drop. She inhaled sharply as Willow stood before them in thigh high stockings and a small scrap of black lace barely covering her red curls.

"Can I go now?" Willow asked, not believing she had just stripped not only in front of Spike but in front of Cordelia and Angel as well. Damn, why did she let Spike goad her so much. She started to walk to the door, shrieking as Spike's hands went around her arm in a vice grip and pulled her into his hard body. His mouth caught hers in a rough, passionate kiss as his hands cupped her ass and drew her into his hard erection. She whimpered as she moved against him, needing him to be closer. Her breasts pushed against the silk of his shirt, his large cold hands roughly kneading her ass cheeks as he moved against her, rubbing the wet lace of her panties with his denim encased erection. She somehow knew that they probably wouldn't make it to the club that night as she wrapped her leg around his allowing her better access to his erection.

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Cordelia felt Angel's hand on her leg, creeping up as Spike and Willow continued to practically dry hump in front of them. She bit her lip as his long fingers slid into her panties, brushing against her wet folds. She let her hand drift down to his erection, unzipping his pants and freeing his swollen cock. She brushed her finger over the head, spreading his pre-cum around with her thumb before she began to stroke him with her hand. She watched as Spike lifted Willow, the redhead's long legs wrapping around his waist as they kept their mouths joined. She began to gently thrust against Angel's hand, his thumb brushing against her clit.

Willow felt Spike's tongue ravish her mouth as he set her down on the table. She continued to thrust against him, her panties soaked. She tore her mouth away and yelled out, her fingernails digging into his silk covered back as the denim of his pants rubbed directly against her lace-covered clit. She came, her juices soaking the front of his pants. She felt his mouth claim hers again as she felt his hands brush against her cunt. She heard a rip as he tore the skimpy lace from her body, leaving her naked except for the stockings. She heard his zipper being lowered and whimpered, pressing against his hand, his knuckles brushing her clit as he freed himself from the denim. She used the heels of her feet to lower his pants, his cool ass brushing against her feet.

Spike pushed her back on the table, his mouth engulfing her breast as he brushed his throbbing cock against her cleft. He was wet from her juices in seconds. He heard her whimpering and moaning as she moved against him. He slid his cock into her tight warmth, hissing at the tightness of her cunt. He heard her gasp in pain as he broke through her barrier. He moved his mouth to her other breast as he began to slowly move inside her. Soon, her pain was forgotten as she dug her fingernails in his back and moved up meeting each thrust. He listened as she cursed him, urging him to fuck her harder. He chuckled at her language as he proceeded to follow her demands. He pounded into her fast and furious, his thumb brushing her clit as he felt his cock tighten. Soon, his seed was sent into her as she yelled out his name, her body collapsing on the hard table as she struggled to breathe.

Cordelia whimpered as she came, her pussy clenching around Angel's hand. She felt his seed on her hand as he came too. She wiped the sweat from her brow, leaning over and taking his spent cock into her mouth. She began to swirl her tongue around it, licking it clean. She felt his hand in her hair, brushing it away from her face as she made him hard again. She wanted to taste Willow. No, she had to taste Willow. After the little show she had just seen, she was hot and wanted to fuck long and hard.

Willow heard a low growl and rolled her head to the side, looking through glazed eyes at the sight of Cordelia giving Angel a blowjob. She saw Angel's eyes watching her and Spike and felt an all too familiar rush of heat spread over her body. She licked her lips, watching as Cordelia bobbed her head up and down. She saw the girl's tongue and wondered what it would feel like to have it on her wet cunt. God, she was turning into a nympho. She had just cum twice and all she could think about was Spike fucking her as Cordelia licked her wet pussy. She felt teeth bite into her breast and whimpered as she felt Spike's gentle sucking motion. She saw the question in Angel's eyes as he looked at her. She brushed her hand over Spike's head, running her fingers through his blonde hair. She smiled at Angel, knowing she couldn't resist the temptation of having them all. She saw him wink as he pulled Cordelia off of his cock and stood. Willow's eyes widened as she saw a naked cock for the first time. God, it was fucking huge. She wondered if Spike was as big. No wonder it had felt as if she was being split in two. She saw Cordelia look at her, surprised by the sheer lust she saw in those dark eyes. She felt Spike move out of her, his blue eyes looking at her with lust and love as he offered his hand to her. She took a deep breath and took it, knowing there would be no turning back.

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Willow stood looking at the king size bed, Spike behind her. His arms were wrapped around her, his hand playing with her breast as his cock rubbed against her ass. She glanced at Cordelia and Angel who were standing in a similar position. She grinned sheepishly, suddenly self-conscious. "How do we do this?"

Cordelia laughed, "You're asking me? I don't usually run out and have wild orgies, you know."

"Well, you are the one living in LA" Willow said, smiling. It was hard to believe that she had been dreading this visit to see her old enemy. Now, she was about to have sex with her. Things could definitely change at the drop of a hat. Well, she amended, a drop of a skirt.

"I want to taste you" Cordelia said, deciding that honesty was the best policy.

"I'd like that" Willow said, blushing.

Spike looked at Angel and saw the desire in his sire's eyes. His cock throbbed even more as he realized what his sire wanted. He kissed Willow's neck, needing her to know that this was far more for him than just sex. "You sure luv?"

Willow looked at Spike, surprised to see love in his eyes. Cordelia had been right after all. She smiled, kissing him gently. "I love you. And yes I'm sure."

Spike felt a rush of pleasure at her words. He smiled. He was a vampire so this was nothing for him. Besides, he did love Angel and wouldn't mind getting close to his sire again. If she would have no regrets, he definitely wouldn't. "Lay down, Red."

Willow felt a rush of anticipation spread over her. She moved to the bed, crawling up it and then laying down. She watched as Spike commanded Cordelia to straddle her face. She felt her juices flow as she realized she'd be tasting Delia too. Soon, her old enemies wet cunt was rubbing against her face. She tentatively licked, gasping as Cordelia completely began to fuck her with her face and hands. Her licks became less tentative as she began to enjoy Delia's taste. Soon, she too was using her hands and tongue on Cordelia. Willow felt Spike's cock rub against her wetness and wondered how he was going to fuck her with Cordelia down there. Her question was answered as she felt a wet finger brush against her tight ass. She felt a wave of fear, knowing there was no way he could fit up there. Soon, though, Cordelia's tongue and his fingers made her forget her fear. She was thrusting down, eager to take more.

Spike groaned as Angel's tongue pistoned into his tight ass. He felt Willow's fear leave as she began to move against his fingers. He felt Angel stand, his sire's large cold hands on his shoulders. He looked back, catching Angel's eyes. The two men leaned into each other, their mouths meeting in a battle of dominance. Spike felt Willow's ass clench around his fingers as her soft cries of release filled the room. He pulled away from Angel, licking the blood from his lips. He was glad to have his sire back. He moved onto the bed, lifting Willow's ass and putting spreading her legs to allow him access to her ass. He heard her say, "No...this is awkward."

Willow sat up, catching Spike's mouth in a kiss and sharing the taste of Cordelia. She pulled away and then kissed Cordelia, tasting herself on the girl's tongue. "Lay down Delia...your head down here."

Cordelia smiled at the authority in Willow's voice. She did as the girl said, noticing Angel looking at Spike with a loving look. She was soon back in the same position with Willow's pussy over her face this time. Cordelia cried out as Willow's tongue again began to lick at her cunt. Willow wiggled her ass as she looked back at Spike. "Fuck me honey."

Spike laughed as he moved his cock to her ass. He slowly began to sink into her tightest hole. He heard her gasp as he moved into her. Soon, he was in her to the hilt. He felt Angel moved his own cock to his tight ass. It had been over eighty years since his sire had fucked him in anything other than anger or punishment. He hissed as Angel thrust into him in one push. He pulled out of Willow, sending Angel deeper. Soon, they had a rhythm going. Angel was in control, deciding how deep he was going to go. Willow was soon babbling as her ass tightened around his straining cock even more. With a growl, he bit into her shoulder as he sent his seed into her ass. He felt teeth bite into his neck as Angel fed from him, his own ass clutching at his sire's cold cum. Cordelia's fingernails dug into Willow's back as she came, her thighs clutching the redhead's face as her pussy spasmed. She took a deep drag of air, her face covered with Willow's juices and the cum that Spike had shot into the girl in the living room. She licked her lips, crawling out from under Willow. She caught Angel's mouth, tasting blood as their tongues swept each other's mouths. Spike pulled out of Willow, dislodging Angel as he crawled up the bed to kiss Willow. She smiled sleepily as she collapsed into his arms. He felt the bed shift as Angel and Cordelia joined them, all four laying in exhaustion until sleep overtook them.

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Willow woke up to a tongue licking her wet folds and another brushing across her hard nipple. She opened her eyes and looked down into Angel's dark brown eyes. He winked at her as he continued to feast on her wetness. She rolled her head to one side and saw the dark hair brushing against her stomach as Cordelia teased first one nipple then another. She felt lips brush against her head and looked up into Spike's eyes. She smiled, raising her head to capture his mouth. They kissed deeply as Angel's talented tongue and fingers brought her to orgasm. She felt the bed shift as a cock slid into her. She moved her pelvis down, trying to accommodate the size of his cock. He was much wider than Spike, though he wasn't as long.

Willow pulled her mouth from Spike's, her hand going down to his cock. She began to stroke him as Angel fucked her hard and fast. She was soon coming again, her pussy tightening around his cock. Cordelia sat up, her mouth kissing Willow. "Happy birthday, Willow."

Willow laughed as she felt Angel spill his seed inside her grasping cunt. She smiled at her old enemy, no longer remembering why they had never gotten along in the first place, "Happy Birthday Cordelia."

"Can you two quit talking so we can shag?" Spike asked, kissing Willow's ear as her hand continued to stroke him. He felt a cold mouth engulf his cock and saw Angel's head begin to move up and down.

"Yes honey" Willow said, moving her position. She leaned over and removed Angel's mouth from her love's cock. She kissed the dark haired vampire, tasting herself on his mouth. She then straddled Spike and slowly began to ride his cock. She felt his hands on her breasts as she moved. She watched as Angel began to thrust into Cordelia, his cock already hard again. The two moved slowly, matching her and Spike's rhythm. She soon fell forward, her mouth catching Spike's as she came. She continued to grind against him, her sore clit brushing against the light brown curls that surrounded his cock. She felt his fingernails dig into her thighs as he controlled her thrusts. Soon, she felt his seed spilling into her. She heard Cordelia cry out as she came too. From the sound of Angel's growl, he had cum too.

"Damn" Willow said, "You guys are wearing me out."

Cordelia laughed, "Who was Miss Nympho last night?"

Willow giggled, "What can I say? Spike is a bad influence on me..."

"Wouldn't say it was bad, luv" Spike said, chuckling as he brushed her hair with his fingers.

"No...I'd say it was a good influence" Angel added helpfully.

"Some birthday huh Willow?" Cordelia said, smiling at her new lover in satisfaction.

"I don't think I'll be forgetting it anytime soon." Willow said, running circles on Spike's chest.

"Good" Cordelia said. "I told Angel I wanted to make up for these past years that I stole your birthday...have I?"

"Cordy, you more than made up for them" Willow said, leaning over and kissing the girl.

Spike just laughed, wondering what had happened to the two being sworn enemies as Willow had claimed just a few days before. "Happy birthday, Willow. Love you."

"Love you too" Willow said, kissing him. This was definitely going to be the best birthday she had ever had....so far.

"So, you guys have to leave soon?" Cordelia asked, moving her head to the side and allowing Angel better access to her neck.

"I don't know...seems there may be something to stay around for." Willow said.

"Like it better here than in Sunnyhell" Spike added, winking at Angel.

"Well?" Cordelia demanded, glaring at Willow's smile.

"We can stay...for a few more days at least." Willow said, laughing as Spike pulled her down to him. As his mouth caught hers, she realized that she had gotten everything she wanted for her birthday. She had Spike, finally. She felt Cordelia's hand on her leg as Angel leaned over and kissed her neck. Everything she wanted plus a few things she hadn't realized she wanted. Things were good.



THE END