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Cordelia Chase paced in her living room, a scowl on her pretty face. She sat down, turning the TV on and randomly hitting the channel button on the remote. Giving up, she groaned as she got back to her feet and began to pace. She had no idea why she was so antsy. Well, that wasn't entirely true. She had found out that day that Angel had been with Darla. No, change that. Not been with. That would imply that the two might have had coffee and spent hours catching up. He had fucked Darla, she amended crossly. She knew that the two had a history. Hell, he hadn't been himself in months because of that blonde bitch. He'd even pushed them all away, finally asking them, no begging them, to come back into his life. Only for him to run out and fuck the dead whore.

Cordelia had no desire to wonder why it bothered her so much that he had been with another woman. After all, they were friends. Just friends. She should be happy that he might have found someone. She also had no intention of examining the rush of anger she felt at Darla for having been with Angel. No need to analyze those images of tearing the bleached blonde bitches roots out or leaving her pinned to the ground to see the sunrise. Those images were rather easy to explain. Cordelia had decided she didn't like the power that Darla held over her boss. She knew his soul was secure, the permanent binding having been done only a few shorts week before, but even with a soul, many a man did stupid things for love. Who was to say that Darla couldn't control Angel just as much with his soul as she had when he had been Angelus? Yes, that was the only reason that Cordelia really cared. She was worried about waking up with her throat slit one night.

She knew that her hatred for Darla and her anger at Angel had nothing to do with those vivid fantasies that she had had of her boss. Nor did it have to do with the emptiness she had felt during their period of not really speaking. And it had nothing at all to do with the fact that just a smile or a few words from him had her stomach tied up in knots. Nope, nothing at all. It was purely selfish, her reasons for caring that he had gone out and fucked that whore. Why would he have gone to Darla to test his soul when he had someone entirely willing right in front of him? Cordelia paused in her pacing, her scowl deepening. She decided to ignore that particular thought, chalking it up to an empty stomach. After realizing what had happened between Angel and Darla, she had lost her appetite completely and had eaten nothing for lunch. Since arriving home, she hadn't stopped pacing and scowling long enough to eat. Yes, it was merely hunger that had produced that thought of being the one Angel had been with, again those two words doing nothing to describe the exact nature of her thoughts.

She again sat down, her dark eyes studying some unseen point on the floor as she became lost in thought. She couldn't deal with Angel at the moment. It had been barely two and a half weeks since she and the others had begun working for him again and he had already done something that made her trust in him waver. How could she work for someone she didn't trust? No, she needed some time away from him, she decided. Some time away from his loving words about Darla that she knew would soon be spilling from those delectable lips. Time away from those hypnotic eyes and that silky voice that did things to her that were probably illegal in several states. Time away from the flash of friendship that entered his eyes when he looked at her when all she really longed to see was love and lust. Time away from the hopelessness of loving someone she could never have.

She put her head in her hands, cursing her subconscious for again mentioning the L word in connection with Angel. She didn't love him. Couldn't love him. They were just friends. He was her best friend. She was jealous of Darla because she didn't want to lose his friendship. It couldn't be anything more than that. She had always scoffed at unrequited love, thinking it something that poets and screenwriters dreamed up. Now, though, she knew only too well that it was real. She got up, hitting her mail button on her computer. Seeing what she was looking for, she hit the read button, hoping that maybe this would cheer her up. Instead, she felt herself growing even more melancholy. She read the happy words but knew well enough that sadness dripped from each one. She sighed, understanding all too well putting on a brave face while inside having your heartbreak. She answered the letter, a slow smile crossing her face as she hit send.

She was going to get away, damn it. She deserved a vacation. True, she had not really worked for nearly a month, but she and the others had continued fighting on their own so it hadn't been getting away from anything. Gunn and Wesley were so caught up in trying to out do each other in hopes of ignoring an attraction that was rather obvious to anyone that knew either man that they wouldn't really miss her for a few days. And Angel, well, he had Darla now. Why did he need her? It looked to her like she was needed much more somewhere else. Just a few days, rest and relax and hopefully get her feelings for Angel sorted out before she came back. With a determined nod, she picked up the phone before setting it down again. She reached for her Rolodex, finding the number she needed. Dialing, she heard a soft hello and smiled, hearing the same melancholy and sadness that had been clouding her own voice lately. Yes, this was definitely the right decision. She could get a break from her mixed up feelings plus help a friend at the same time. Smiling, she said, "Willow, it's Cordelia. I'm coming home for a few days....."

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Willow smiled at the voice as she sat on her bed. She managed to put a pillow behind her back without dropping the phone or missing a beat in the conversation, "Coming home? Really?"

Cordelia laughed, "Yes. I've just decided that I deserve a vacation."

Willow laughed, "And you're coming to Sunnydale?"

"Does sound a bit silly, but where else would I go?" Cordelia asked in a matter of fact tone of voice.

"Hawaii, Bermuda, Cancun," Willow began to rattle a list of several places before saying, "but I know what you mean. Did something happen? You sound, I don't know, depressed. Not like the normal Cordelia at all."

"You don't really know how the normal Cordelia sounds any longer, Willow," Cordelia reminded the redhead.

"True," Willow agreed, knowing that the teen that she had known throughout high school had not been the real Cordelia Chase. "This is the first time we've spoken in months."

"Weekly email isn't the same as a voice, is it?" Cordelia said, her voice softening.

"What happened, Delia?" Willow asked, knowing that something had to have caused the ex-cheerleader to not only phone her but to want to come back to Sunnydale. Even in her letters, Cordelia never mentioned any desire to visit her hometown again. She recognized something in Cordelia's voice, a hint of sadness and regret. She knew it had to be something concerning Angel. The brunette may protest it vehemently, but Willow knew Delia was in love with Angel. Her own feelings for Spike seemed to make her more susceptible to others in the same boat. Thinking of the blonde vampire caused her smile to fade as her eyes grew troubled. She had done well, not thinking about him for nearly an hour. Lately, that was a record.

"Not important," Cordelia said, her voice determined. "You still living at your parent's house?"

"Yes," Willow confirmed. She and Tara had broken up shortly after school had started. True, they had parted amicably and were still the best of friends, but Willow hadn't wanted to remain sharing their small apartment. She knew it might have been awkward after a while and had no desire to lose Tara's friendship. At the time, she hadn't been sure why they had been drifting apart since their friendship had still been so strong. It wasn't until she began to analyze her feelings for Spike that it had all made sense. Somewhere along the way, she had fallen in love with him. And, while it didn't lessen her feelings for Tara, it proved to be something she couldn't ignore. It hadn't been fair to Tara to remain with her just because she couldn't have the man that truly haunted her mind. Luckily, Tara had been understanding and supportive. Willow was lucky to have a friend like her. And, as it were, Tara had begun a relationship with a shy girl in her Biology lab and both seemed very happy. Willow had moved home, glad to have the house to herself, and continued to watch Spike from afar. Lately, though, it had been increasingly difficult to be around him. She knew that he wanted Buffy. Hell, what man that met the slayer didn't? It just was so hard to see him want Buffy when she was sitting there wanting him so badly. And Buffy would never give him the time of day. Of that, Willow was certain. She and Spike were quite a pair, though. Both wanting what they couldn't have.

"Willow? Hello? You there?"

"Sorry, I was just thinking," Willow said, not realizing how her voice had changed.

"Stop it!" Cordelia warned. "No thinking about undead bleached morons that lust for Buffy. I've just told you that I'm coming to visit you a few days. I want to hear a smile, damn it!"

"You haven't changed that much, Delia," Willow said, laughing softly.

"That's better. You wouldn't mind if I stayed with you?" Cordelia asked, her voice hesitant. She had decided to leave on the spur of the moment, her jealousy of Angel and Darla paired with her understanding of what Willow was dealing with making it seem like a wonderful idea, but she had hardly any money. She could scrape enough for gas to get to Sunnydale and back, but definitely couldn't afford a hotel.

"I'd be pissed if you suggested staying anywhere else," Willow said, meaning her words. Strangely, she and Cordelia had begun a very strong friendship by exchanging emails over the past year or so. They hadn't seen each other since Graduation, but had shared most of their experiences with the other after running into each other in a magic chat room.

"Can't have you pissed," Cordelia said, smiling. "Thanks."

"Thanks for coming to visit," Willow said. "I could really use a friend. Besides, you've been promising for months."

"I know...I know," Cordelia said, twirling the phone cord on her finger. "It's just never been the right time. I mean, we were busy here and then you and Tara...Now, though, it's perfect. We're slow here. You're single and living alone. It worked out for the best."

"Did you want to keep your visit a secret?" Willow asked, wondering what she would tell Buffy and not wanting to lie to her best friend.

"Not really, but I don't really want to announce it to everyone either," Cordelia said, thoughtfully.

"OK. I'll just tell Buffy that a friend is coming to stay with me. If she asks for more, I'll tell her but otherwise, I won't," Willow decided. "I can miss research sessions for a few days, but I'll tell her to let me know if something big, bad and evil comes to town and she really needs the help. Anyway, I'll clear my schedule for the next few days."

"Really?" Cordelia smiled, feeling strangely pleased that Willow would go to so much trouble for her. "You'll be all mine?"

"Yep," Willow said, smiling. She felt happy for the first time in weeks, she realized. Even thinking about Spike couldn't diminish her excitement at having a good friend visit. "All yours."

"Great!" Cordelia said, smiling. "I'll get things packed and I should be on the road tomorrow afternoon. I'll call Wesley and let him know just so he doesn't worry. I should be in tomorrow evening, around eight or so."

"You know where I live?" Willow asked.

"Yes," Cordelia said, remembering the two story white house.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Willow said. "If something changes, just give me a call."

"It won't," Cordelia said as she smiled at her empty living room, "see you tomorrow, Willow."

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Willow walked into the magic shop, smiling as she saw Buffy playing cards with Dawn. Xander and Anya were both behind the counter, cleaning of all things. She was almost tempted to ask Xander what Anya had promised him to get him to pick up a cleaning rag, but decided she was better off not knowing. She set her bag down, smiling at Buffy's greeting, "Hey Buffy. Guys. Looks pretty slow."

"I hate the early spring," Buffy said, smiling at her best friend. "It's always nice and quiet, makes me think the year is gonna be slow. Then, just before summer, bam. We get hit with some nasty old evil."

"You know, you're right," Willow said, thinking about it. "We've had the mayor and the master and Angelus...what is it about May and Sunnydale villains?"

"If it were a television show, I'd suggest May sweeps," Anya said, glancing up with a smile. "But, February is a big time too and this year, things were slow."

"Yeah, no deaths, births, fights or weddings," Xander said, ticking off the typical sweeps gags. "Guess the networks aren't really running the Hellmouth."

"I don't know," Dawn spoke up as she laid down a card that had Buffy cursing. She smiled a triumphant smile as she continued, "have you watched television lately? It's horrible."

"That's because you watch the networks," Xander said, making a visible face of disgust as he moved a strange lamp. He looked at Dawn and smiled, "You've got to keep it on cable. The cartoon network, Nick at Night, TV Land and MTV....Then, you're set."

"He has over 100 channels and those four make him happy," Anya said, rolling her eyes. "Men."

"Sit down, Wills," Buffy said, laughing at Anya and Xander before looking back at her cards. She had been playing with Dawn for nearly and hour and had yet to win a hand. She found herself looking back at Willow. "Help!"

"No fair!" Dawn cried out as Willow came forward to sit behind her older sister. "That's cheating, Buffy!"

"Dawn, quit whining," Buffy said, shooting Dawn a smug smile before looking up at Willow. "What should I do?"

"Hmm," Willow studied the cards intently before laughing, "I'd choose that one."

Buffy smiled and nodded, "Dawn, dear, do you have any eight's?"

"Stupid cheating dyed blonde brat," Dawn muttered as she handed over an eight. "Willow, you're supposed to be my friend too!"

"I am, Dawny," Willow said, shaking her head, "but you know that Buffy's impaired when it comes to things like this."

"Hey now!" Buffy spoke up, shooting an amused glare at Willow as Dawn laughed. "I think I resent that."

"Resemble that did you say?" Dawn asked, giggling as Willow winked at her.

"You know, I could always quit playing and go on patrol. I'm sure Anya and Xander would love some help," Buffy said in a teasing voice.

"Cheating?" Dawn said, "Of course you weren't cheating...you were just, seeking expert advice."

"That's better," Buffy said, looking back at Willow. "You look like you want to tell me something. Spill it, Willow."

"Oh, it's nothing really. I've got a friend coming to town for the weekend," Willow explained with a smile as Dawn studied her cards while also trying to hear what she and Buffy were saying, "so I'm going to be busy with her. I'll be around though, if you need me. Just gotta leave early tonight to meet her."

"A friend?" Buffy frowned, trying to think who Willow might have coming to visit for the weekend. She saw Willow draw her bottom lip into her mouth, an action that usually meant the redhead didn't really want to say anything else concerning the current topic. She had know Willow long enough to be able to read the girl pretty well. "Is it a safe friend?"

Willow laughed, "Yes, Mom. And I promise to play nice."

"I never said you had to play nice," Buffy said with a flirty smile and wink before handing over the card that Dawn had asked for.

"Why, Buffy Anne Summers! Are you suggesting that I be naughty?" Willow asked, surprised at Buffy's lack of questions and easy acceptance of her rather vague description of Cordelia's visit.

"Naughty? Willow's being naughty? And where was I?" Xander spoke up as he came towards the table, sitting down as he took a long sip from his water bottle.

"Willow is not being naughty!" Willow said, her face turning pink as she imagined what Cordelia would think of this conversation. She groaned, "This is a friend friend, not a 'friend' friend."

"Willow has a friend that isn't in this room?" Anya asked, frowning as she studied the redhead. "Who?"

"No one," Buffy said smoothly, not wanting Willow to feel that she had to explain anything. "She's got an old friend visiting for the weekend so it's just gonna be us for researching. Willow's going to have fun or else!"

"Buffy, leave her alone," Dawn said, rolling her eyes. "First you tell her to be naughty and now you're telling her to have fun."

"I just want Willow to know that she doesn't have to explain things to me, to us," Buffy said, shooting her little sister and pointed look that said butt out. "She can enjoy her weekend without feeling guilty for leaving us to research. Hell, it's not like we have anything to do anyway. I was actually considering asking Giles if he'd let me have the weekend off so you and I could go visit Dad."

"Really?" Dawn smiled a large smile. "Do ya think he will? Do ya?"

"I suppose I could volunteer to do some patrols," Xander said, earning him a grateful look from both Dawn and Buffy. "Anya could help."

"I could?" Anya replied, looking less than thrilled. "Sure, I could."

"Thanks, Xan," Buffy said, smiling. "Anya, thanks."

"Sure, whatever," Anya said, smiling at the gratitude in the slayer's eyes. "Even slayers deserve a vacation every now and then."

"If we're working this weekend," Xander said, standing and holding his hand out to Anya, "let's enjoy tonight."

"I like the sound of that," Anya said with a laugh as she and Xander left, calling out good-byes behind them.

"So, when does she arrive?" Buffy asked Willow as Dawn began to shuffle the cards for another game that she undoubtfully would win.

"Eight," Willow said, oddly relieved that Buffy would not be in town during Cordelia's visit.

"I never thought I'd see Cordelia back in LA," Buffy said with a smile. "Wonder what drove her back here."

"How did you?" Willow asked, looking at her best friend in pleasant surprise.

"Willow, hon, you're my best friend. I know you pretty well even if you do think I'm a bit self centered at times," Buffy said with a laugh.

"A bit?" Dawn spoke up, looking at her sister and snorting. "Try, I'm the center of the universe and everyone better damn accept it and you might be closer."

"Dawn," Buffy said in a warning voice.

"Oh, sorry. Darn accept it," Dawn said with a smile as Willow laughed.

"Wills, don't encourage the child," Buffy said with a dramatic sigh as her eyes sparkled with amusement.

"You're ok with this...Cordy coming to visit?" Willow asked, her eyes on the cards being dealt.

"Willow, she's your friend," Buffy said, still finding that friendship a bit weird, but it was the Hellmouth after all. Who was she to question? "I know that. You mentioned it last year when you two started writing. I'm glad she's coming to visit and wouldn't mind seeing her tomorrow before I leave. In the end, she really pulled through for us all. And now, she's helping Angel. I'm sure they're probably doing a hell of a lot more lately than we are."

"Hey, we do stuff," Willow defended with a smile. "I'll mention it to her tonight, but I'm not sure how she'll feel."

"It's ok if she doesn't want to see me," Buffy said, "we were never the best of friends. Besides, she'd probably think it was some plot to find out how Angel is doing anyway."

"Would it be?" Willow asked, needing to know. She was aware of Cordelia's feelings for the dark haired vampire, but was still not sure how Buffy felt about him.

"No," Buffy said honestly. "Angel and I...we make good friends. He's in my past. I want him to be happy but that's it. I've sworn off vampires and soldiers. Need to find me a nice, quiet guy that has no history of evil or even fighting evil."

"Good luck," Willow said with a snort. "You'd be bored by the end of the week."

"Hey, it's possible," Buffy said with a laugh. "OK...maybe a guy that isn't dead or threatened by my position as slayer. Is that better?"

"Yep," Willow said, glancing at her watch. "Oh, it's nearly seven fifteen. She's gonna be here soon. I'd better get to the house."

"I'll call you tomorrow and let you know if we're going," Buffy said with a smile.

"Take care of her, Dawny," Willow said with a smile at the younger girl.

"Ha!" Dawn said, sticking her tongue out at Buffy. "She asked ME to take care of YOU!"

"Thanks, Wills," Buffy said, rolling her eyes as she listened to Dawn prattle on about Willow trusting her more than she did the slayer.

"Anytime," Willow said with a laugh. She leaned over, giving Buffy a brief hug and whispered, "Ask for a nine and a jack. You should win this one, finally."

"Good night, Willow," Buffy said, hugging the redhead before facing Dawn with a gleam in her eyes, "I want a nine, brat."

Willow laughed as Dawn griped as she handed over the card. She left the magic shop, smiling as she realized that she hadn't thought about Spike in over two hours. Her crush/lust/love messy feelings for him hadn't been the main thoughts in her head for the first time in months. She began to hum as she walked. Maybe she was finally getting over it.

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Willow paced in front of the downstairs window, pausing every so often to move the curtain to the side and look out into the quiet night. She glanced at the clock, seeing that it was nearly eight thirty. She hoped that there hadn't been an accident or anything. If there had been, no one would know to contact her. She stopped those thoughts, knowing that Cordelia always ran late. Besides, they hadn't set an exact time. She knew that the other girl had to get things ready at the spur of the moment to come visit anyway. Probably had to do some laundry, talk to Wesley, get her apartment ready to be left for a few days, pack. Lots of stuff to do that could easily have taken her longer than she planned. Willow had to wonder what had been so bad in LA that brought Cordelia running back home.

Of course, she knew it had to involve Angel. She had seen her friend falling for the vampire slowly over the past year. She could recognize the symptoms of being in love with a stubborn, blind to what he might have vampire. Only, in Delia's case, it had sounded at times like Angel might actually reciprocate her feelings. Some of the things Cordelia would mention struck Willow as meaning that Angel cared deeply about the brunette. Cordelia of course did not see it so Willow couldn't question too closely. It hadn't been a case like her and Spike. He was so uninterested that she didn't even register in his mind. True, she had been with Tara for a majority of the time she had slowly been falling for Spike, but even before that he hadn't seen her. Not in the way she saw him. Now, it was too late. He wanted Buffy. She sighed, smiling wryly. Why was she doomed to fall hard for people that had no interest in her?

Before she could answer her own question, she heard the sound of a car door. She turned, looking out the window and smiling. She moved towards the front door, walking onto her porch and calling, "Hey there."

Cordelia looked up, her smile freezing as she saw Willow for the first since Graduation. Her red hair fell just slightly past her chin, its vivid color making her skin seem even more pale. She was wearing a tight orange tank top with some design in red on the front, moving across the soft swell of her breasts in vivid strokes. Cordelia's eyes trailed down the flat stomach across the blue jean cut off shorts and down well muscled legs that were unbelievably long for a girl of Willow's height and finally resting on toes that were painted a soft shade of rose. Cordelia gulped, having had no idea that Willow had grown up so much over the last year. Cordelia pushed aside the undeniable attraction she was feeling at the moment and smiled, "Hey you. Sorry I'm late. Ran into traffic leaving LA."

"It's OK," Willow said, a thoughtful look in her green eyes. She had noticed Cordelia's slow appraisal of her body, seen the flash of lust in those dark eyes, knew that Cordelia approved of her appearance. She smiled slowly, rather liking the idea of Cordelia Chase wanting her. The old Willow would have blushed or acted like she had missed the once over. But, that was the old Willow. The new Willow was a bit more confident, not much but a little. She knew she could call Cordy on it, but that wouldn't be fair. It might have been purely unintentional. A mere once over between two friends that hadn't seen each other in a year. She had looked too, after all. Noticing the fullness of Cordelia's breasts and the new shorter hair cut. Seeing the firm stomach and long legs. Feeling a slight urge to run her tongue over Cordelia's belly button that flashed her whenever the brunette moved just a certain way causing her shirt to ride up. An urge that did not happen to stop with just running her tongue over the belly button. Instead, Willow just remained silent, letting it all go for now. "You've grown up, Cordelia."

"So have you," Cordelia said with a small smile as she moved away from her car, one bag hanging from her shoulder and the other in her right hand. "It's weird, being back in Sunnydale. I swore I'd never come back until I had my first Oscar."

"Sometimes things don't happen the way we plan," Willow said, moving onto the porch and taking the bag from Cordelia. She heard the other girl's breath catch at the casual contact, storing that information away for future use. She had honestly meant her words to Buffy, about her and Delia just being friends. Now, though, she could no longer deny the attraction that she believed existed even during high school. After she had realized that she was bisexual, she had accepted that she had always been attracted to Cordelia, despite the bitchy attitude. Of course, she had also been attracted to Buffy at one time and even Faith, so that was pretty normal for her to admire the good qualities in her friends and appreciate their unique beauty or raw sexuality in Faith's case. She definitely had no urge to jump Buffy's bones or any of the other women she might have felt a slight attraction to. Cordelia, on the other hand, was making her stomach tighten and pulse race. And they had barely been together for five minutes. What the hell was she going to do over three days?

"Thanks," Cordelia said, moving past Willow into the house. You love Angel, she reminded herself. This is Willow of all people. Your only female friend. Damn, she smells good. Like peaches and vanilla. Wonder if that scent covers her entire body. Stop it, Delia. Did you notice the look in her eyes, that knowing little gleam of wickedness that promised things you've only dreamed about? Since when did Willow Rosenberg become such a sexy, alluring woman? When you were in LA lusting after Angel, you silly twit, her inner voice reminded. Angel. That's right. Angel. Not Willow. Angel is who I want. Three days. I can fight this attraction for three days. I've fought the one for Angel for a year after all. I'm good at denying myself what I really want. Do I really want Willow? I've never really felt like this about a woman before. OK. So there was that little fantasy after the vampire version of Willow came to town. Her licking my neck...her body against mine...damn, it's hot in here. I'd forgotten that little distraction during my time in LA. Forgotten? Yeah, right. More like elaborated on and added to throughout the last year and a half. Willow was her friend though. No need for the girl to know of the jealousy that Cordelia had felt when she had found out she was involved with another woman. No need to know that Delia had spent hours crying, angry that it was a woman other than her. That had been a confusing time for the brunette, her feelings for Angel still new and weird and strange. She had chalked that entire night up to stress, deciding it had nothing to do with Willow or any silly crush she may have had on the redhead during high school. Now, she wasn't so sure. Faced with those teasing eyes and the curve of those lips and that sexy voice.....she had to be strong. No need for Willow to know about her feelings. Three days. Yep, she could do it.

"I'm putting you in the room next to mine," Willow said, making that decision as she set the bag by the sofa. "We have to share a bathroom, but it's the nicest room."

"Sharing is good," Cordelia said, her face flushing slightly as images taunted her.

"It can be," Willow replied with a slightly flirty tone. "Did you want to slip into something more comfortable? I figured we'd just call in a pizza and stay in tonight, catch up and all that stuff. Thought you might be tired from the drive."

"Comfortable? In?" Cordelia repeated, her eyes drawn to Willow's lips as she vaguely heard what the redhead was saying. She nodded, not sure what she was agreeing with exactly. "Yeah, that sounds good."

"I'll show you to your room," Willow said with an impish smile, wondering if Cordelia had always been attracted to her or if it was something new. She frowned as she also had to wonder if it was some reaction to whatever had happened in LA and caused the brunette to come visit. Maybe this was some twisted revenge against Angel. Come to Sunnydale and fuck Willow? No, that didn't sound right. Maybe they were just now both mature enough to understand what had always been there, what they had fought so hard to ignore.

"That's OK. I'm sure I can find it," Cordelia said, wanting a moment away from the bewitching redhead to clear her mind. It was much too warm around Willow.

"Second door on the left. My room's the very end, in the corner," Willow said, smiling as Cordelia moved towards the stairs. Her green eyes moved over the soft swell of Delia's ass and she let out a breath. She sat down, eyes wide as she realized she felt more alive right then than she had in longer than she could remember. Every nerve ending was on edge, her entire body was aware of Cordelia. She hadn't felt such powerful lust for anyone except Spike in her entire life. And he wasn't interested. But, it appeared that Cordelia might be. Willow smiled slowly as she thought about it. Three days. Three days to seduce Cordelia Chase. Laughing softly, she decided that it was doable.

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Angel entered the lobby of the hotel, his eyes going to the empty desk. Scowling, he moved closer, noticing that there was no coffee mug near the phone. He touched the light, feeling nothing but cool glass. It hadn't been on in hours. Cordelia always turned the lamp on when she worked at her desk. She claimed that the lobby was too dark to work unless you had vampire vision. He moved her chair, sitting down as a thoughtful look crossed his face. The night before she had left in a hurry. Something had upset her, though he had no idea what it had been. He had been talking to Wesley about random things that had happened during the past few months, mostly during the time after he had fired them all. Running a hand over his face, he shook his head. It was during their discussion that Cordelia had stood up and hurried off. He still had no idea why.

He sat back in Cordelia's chair, noting that it was comfortable. He put his feet up on her desk, trying to remember if he had heard her at all that day. He hadn't. It was one of the many curses of being a vampire. He could smell her as soon as she entered the hotel usually. Her perfume was always a light, flowery scent that he could never place. Her shampoo was always fruity, her lotion a mixture of coconut and vanilla. He could smell her as he sat in her chair, the scent making his mind wander. He was still sitting there staring into space with his feet propped up when the door opened.

"Man, you're so full of shit!"

"I really wish you'd complete a sentence without using profanity," Wesley said in a tight voice as he cast a disgusted look at Charles Gunn.

"Fuck, I don't think I could do that," Gunn said with a smile as he watched Wesley stiffen. He loved making the prissy watcher bristle. Didn't know why it delighted him, didn't care enough to think about it. It was fun so he went with it.

"Angel, where did you find this immoral idiot again?" Wesley asked his boss with an impatient glare.

"The streets," Angel said with a raised brow.

"Can we please send him back there?" Wesley asked with a tight smile as he sat down.

"Ah, man, now you're hurting the fuck out of me," Gunn said, frowning as he tried to work in a curse word just to piss Wesley off. "Besides, you'd miss me."

"Like a sore thumb," Wesley muttered, suddenly looking at Angel with a frown. "Why are you sitting there?"

"Delia will kick your ass for putting those boots on her desk," Gunn said, giving Angel a warning as he sat down. "Then she'll kick it again for moving her phone. You know she likes it right there on the corner."

"I'll move it back," Angel said, rolling his eyes. As if he was afraid of Cordelia.

"Where is the Princess?" Gunn asked, his dark eyes moving over the empty lobby.

"She's not coming in today," Wesley said, giving Gunn a pointed look that told him to shut up.

"Is she sick?" Angel asked, his feet moving from their position on the desk. "Does she need anything?"

"Just rest," Wesley said, his eyes looking Angel over in curiosity. Cordelia had phoned him earlier that afternoon to tell him she was taking a long weekend away from LA. She didn't say why or where she was going and he knew well enough not to ask questions.

"And she called you and not me?" Angel asked, clearly surprised.

"So that's what she meant!" Gunn said, laughing. "She called me this afternoon and woke me up. Said something about going away and that she'd see me Monday. I thought I was just having some really fucked up dream."

"You dream of Cordelia often?" Wesley asked, giving the other man an unreadable look.

"I don't even think I'm gonna answer that damn question," Gunn said with a disgusted look at Wesley.

"Gone? As in, not sick?" Angel asked, his voice annoyed that no one would answer his question and that Cordelia had not called him. Why hadn't she called him? Maybe she had left him a message. He hadn't checked the machine. That must be it. He heard Gunn and Wesley continue their insane bickering as he stood and moved towards his desk. He looked at the machine, frowning when he saw that there was no flashing light. "Damn it. Where the hell is she?"

Gunn and Wesley both stopped and looked at Angel in surprise. Wesley whispered, "I don't think she told him."

"Nah, what gave you that idea?" Gunn asked with a snort. "I think he's about to get real mad."

"Why didn't she call? Did she not think that I would worry?" Angel asked as he came back towards them. He looked at Wesley, demanding, "Where the hell is she?"

"I don't know," Wesley said honestly. "She just said she needed a mini vacation, for me not to worry and that she'd be back next week. I don't know why she didn't let you know, since you are her boss."

"That's right. I am her boss. I could fire her," Angel threatened as he began to pace.

"Angel, my man, she probably tried calling and couldn't get through," Gunn said, frowning when Angel gave him a withering look. "Or maybe not."

"I don't know if she was going away," Wesley said. "She might have just wanted a weekend off alone. She could be at home right now."

"Yeah, Wussy is right. I'm really not seeing Princess as the type to go away alone. Doesn't fit, ya know?" Gunn said with a shrug.

"In fact, why don't Gunn and I go check on her?" Wesley said, not trusting Angel when he got like this, broody and weird.

"No, why don't I go check on her?" Angel said, angry at Cordelia for not caring if he worried but calling not only Wesley but Gunn too. She had known him longer than she had known both of them put together. And he wasn't even worth a phone call. Well, they'd see about that.

"Even better idea," Wesley said, watching as their boss grabbed his coat and left the hotel.

"Man oh man, Delia is gonna be pissed," Gunn said, giving Wesley a disgusted look. "She told me not to mention anything to the Boss."

"She told me that too, but unfortunately I doubt she was aware that he would begin pacing like a caged tiger," Wesley said. "For a moment there, I feared he may have lost his soul again."

"Yeah, he was pretty ticked," Gunn said with a whistle. Suddenly, he smiled, "Wonder what got his boxers in a bunch."

Wesley smiled slightly, "The idea that Cordelia didn't care enough to call him but she called both of us. He won't admit it, but he's jealous as hell."

"And you sent him to her?" Gunn asked, giving the ex-watcher a speculative gaze. "Matchmaking, Wussy?"

"Me? Never, Chuck," Wesley said, noticing with a smile that Gunn froze, his eyes narrowing at the use of that name. "Besides, Cordelia isn't in LA. She wouldn't have bothered calling us if she was just at home."

"Evil, man. And don't call me Chuck again unless you want to see my fist in your face," Gunn said with a smug smile.

"I'm so scared," Wesley said with a roll of his eyes.

"Well, you should be," Gunn said. "After all, you sent Angel to Cordelia's knowing full well she wouldn't be there. Boss man is gonna be right pissed. Wouldn't it be a bitch if he found out you'd sent him just to get him out of here?"

"You wouldn't," Wesley said, seeing the smug smile cross Gunn's handsome face and grimacing, "Fuck."

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Angel knocked on Cordelia's door again, his growing anger making the knocks more aggressive. He frowned as he listened at the door. Silence. He searched his pockets for his keys, finding the one for Cordelia's apartment easily. He slid it into the lock, opening the door to a dark room. He walked inside, shutting the door and flipping on the switch. Everything was neat and tidy, something that surprised him. Cordelia was not the world's best housekeeper, often leaving things a mess. Yet, her entire apartment was straight and orderly, as if she had spent hours cleaning. OK, now he was worried. Something was obviously wrong.

"Cordelia?" he called out, knowing that she wasn't there. He didn't hear her heartbeat, though her scent was covering everything. He moved towards her bedroom, walking in and flipping the light on. It, too, was neater than usual. The bed was made, no clothes left laying on the floor. His dark eyes did a sweep, catching on the slightly open closet door. He looked around then laughed, wondering who he was afraid would see him. He went to the closet, opening it, his laughter fading. Empty hangers met his eyes. True, the entire closet was empty, but several hangers in the center stood alone. He glanced at the shelf on top and saw that her suitcase was gone. The little brat had left without calling. No, she had taken the time to call Wesley and Gunn, just not him.

"God damn it, Cordelia, when I find you...." he let his threat fade as he tried to understand why he was so angry. She was just his secretary. It was her weekend, she could leave if she wanted too. True, she had obviously decided to take a day off work without letting him know, but it wasn't like it was a real job. He growled when he realized that he was the only one she didn't call. Hell, if she had been able to stand Kate, she'd have probably been called. Why not him? What was wrong with him? Why did he not register on Cordelia Chase's radar of notification?

He moved to sit on her bed, his eyes looking around, searching for any idea of where she might have gone. She didn't have any friends that he knew of, not around LA. She had packed, so she obviously intended to be gone awhile. "Where the hell are you?"

He slowly started to smile when he saw her tube of lipstick rise from her dresser. He watched as it moved across her mirror, writing out an answer to his question. It was a picture of a house.

"Home," he read with a puzzled look. "This is her home. She isn't here." He watched as the lipstick moved again, drawing a shape. He sighed when he realized what Dennis was trying to tell him without actually telling him. "Willow. She went to Willow. She's in Sunnydale."

He watched as the lipstick moved again, this time writing the word Bingo. He shook his head as he stood up. "Well, guess I'm headed to Sunnydale. Need to remind Cordelia just who the boss really is. Thanks, Dennis."

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"Where's Red?"

"Hello to you too, Spike," Buffy said, looking up from her cards to stare at the blonde vampire.

Spike rolled his eyes, "Where's Red?"

"Having naughty fun with some old girlfriend," Dawn said as she placed her cards on the table. "Ouch!"

Buffy smiled as Dawn rubbed her leg, "She has an old friend visiting."

"But Buffy told her to have fun and be naughty!" Dawn said, sticking her tongue out at her sister.

"What?" Spike said, almost snarling.

"Spike, cut the dramatics. She isn't here to witness them," Buffy said with a snort.

"Yeah," Dawn echoed, smiling at the handsome blonde. "You know, I think it's so cute that you have a crush on her. I mean, Willow is fantastic."

"I do not have a crush," he hissed, glaring at the young girl. "And especially not on her."

"Sure you don't," Buffy said in a teasing voice. "That's why you're trying to make her think you like me, in hopes that she'll be soooo jealous she pounces on you and rips your clothes off. You know what, I just now realized that you're using me. You're playing with affections, making me think you care for me, all in an attempt to lure my best friend to bed. I should be pissed off or at the least bit upset."

"I have not been trying to make her think anything, much less that I like you. That's a laugh," Spike said, shifting in place at the truth of their remarks.

"That's why the first thing out of your mouth was where's Red, right?" Dawn asked, "Because you don't care about her and didn't throw a huge party when she dumped Tara?"

"One of these days, I'm gonna skin you alive, brat," Spike warned, frowning at the Summers women.

"Don't threaten my little sister," Buffy said, throwing a chip at him. "That's my job."

"You know, you're probably already too late," Dawn said in a serious voice. "You didn't make a move over the last THREE months when she's been practically single. Now, she's getting all naughty with some old girlfriend. Poor Spikey."

"Annoying little wench," he said, cursing under his breath. "You're both just playing. There is no way that my Red is getting naughty with anyone but me."

"I don't know, Spike. She seemed awfully excited to be having a visitor," Buffy warned with a smile. If anyone had told her that one day she'd be assisting a former enemy in wooing her friend, she'd have laughed herself silly. That had been before Spike had come to her nearly a month ago and confessed his attraction to Willow and asked for her help. Well, you could have knocked her on her ass at his confession and she'd refused at first. Then, she'd thought about it and watched Willow around him and realized that her friend felt the same way. She'd enlisted Dawn's help and they'd been trying for nearly a month to get their friends together. Willow seemed entirely oblivious to their efforts.

"Who is it?" he demanded, wanting to know who had caused so much excitement in his Red.

"Cordelia," Buffy said.

"The cheerleader?" he snorted, "And here I thought it was someone threatening. She hated that little bitch. No way in hell she's getting naughty with that uptight priss."

"Well, I don't know, but Dawn and I are going out of town for the weekend so you're on your own, Romeo. Good luck," Buffy said, moving to stand. "You ready for patrol?"

"Why not? Don't have anything else to do," Spike said, frowning.

"Can I come?" Dawn asked, looking at her sister.

"Sure, why not," Buffy relented. "Let's go."

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"He slept with Darla?" Willow repeated in a whisper.

Cordelia nodded, "Yep. Fucked her something good, I'd wager."

"I'm so sorry," Willow said, moving from her chair to sit beside Cordelia.

"Not that bad," Cordelia said, smiling. "I mean, it's not like he knows I exist anyway."

"You're too good for him," Willow decided. "If he's sticking it to that nasty old bitch, he doesn't deserve you."

"He probably doesn't. Spike doesn't deserve you either," Cordelia said. "I mean, how could he want Buffy over you?"

"I know he doesn't deserve me, but I still love him," Willow said, sighing as she sat back on the couch. "Stupid, isn't it?"

"Not as stupid as me wanting Angel," Cordelia said, laughing softly. "What a pair we make."

"That's it. This is the only time that we're talking about either of them all weekend," Willow decided. "Push them out of your head."

"Easier said than done, but I'm game," Cordelia said, smiling at the pretty redhead. "So, what do we do now?"

"Hmm....I don't know," Willow said. "Sit here and relax?"

"Yeah, sure," Cordelia said, wondering how she was supposed to relax with Willow's leg touching hers. Also, the thin white tank top the redhead was wearing was molding pert breasts and showing the hint of a rosy nipple underneath. It was taking of all her efforts to keep her attention off of Willow's breasts. Then there were those legs. Long and nicely shaped, Cordelia got tingles imagining them tightening around her body as she did things to Willow with her hands and mouth that made the redhead ask Spike who.

"Delia, can I ask you something?" Willow asked softly, licking her lips as her eyes moved over Cordelia's long tan legs.

"Anything," Cordelia said, tearing her mind from the forbidden fantasies and looking into Willow's green eyes.

"Have you ever...um...well," Willow's face started to turn red as she realized that it was easier to say she was going to seduce someone than it was to actually do it.

"What?" Cordelia asked, moving her position until she faced the redhead.

"Have you ever thought about kissing girls?" Willow finally managed to ask, her eyes wide as she waited.

"Um...well," Cordelia suddenly found the back of the couch interesting as she played with a stray thread. "Not really."

"Oh," Willow said, disappointed more than she wanted to examine. It had been nearly three hours since Cordelia had arrived. They had easily slid into conversation and were soon acting as if they had never been separated for years. Willow had made some deliberate movements, a few comments dropped, and Cordelia had been receptive to them, or so Willow had imagined. For awhile, it had been almost as if they had flirting with each other. Now, it seemed she was wrong. "Sorry..."

"No, I mean," Cordelia gulped before taking a deep breath. "I've thought about kissing a certain girl, but not just girls in general."

"Oh," Willow said, her eyes meeting uncertain dark eyes that were watching her with curiosity mixed with desire. She tried to keep the excitement from her voice as she asked, "Really? Who?"

Cordelia smiled sheepishly as she whispered, "You."

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Willow smiled slowly at Cordelia's words, feeling a rush of confidence as the brunette beauty looked at her with such deep emotions. "You want to kiss me?"

Cordelia laughed softly, "Oh yeah. More than just about anything at the moment."

Willow felt pleasure at Cordelia's honesty, saying, "You've never kissed another girl, have you?"

"No," Cordelia said quietly.

"I get to be your first then," Willow said with a satisfied smile, rather liking the idea of being Cordelia's first female lover. Oh, she knew they were talking about a kiss, but there was no doubt in her mind that once they started, they wouldn't be stopping. There was a huge attraction between them. She had always had a bit of a crush of Cordelia, but never given it any thought. Now, well, she couldn't ignore it any longer. Cordelia wanted her.

"My only," Cordelia whispered softly, her dark eyes moving over Willow's lips. She felt a tingle in her stomach as Willow's tongue ran over her lips, wetting them, green eyes watching her with lust.

"Remember that, Delia," Willow said, getting off on the control that she was being given. With Tara, the other girl had been the experienced one. Now, Willow was being the teacher. "You're mine if we do this."

"I think I'm yours even if we don't," Cordelia said softly, having felt more at peace with Willow that night than she had in years. It felt right, being with the redhead. She felt nearly complete. It seemed that when she had been battling her love and lust for Angel, somewhere along the way after dozens upon dozens of e-mails, she had started to fall in love with Willow too. Did that make her a bad person? To love two people at the same time? Both with such intense, deep emotions? She knew that Willow was in love with Spike, yet those green eyes were looking at her with love. Could Willow care about her the same way she cared about Willow?

"Yeah, there is something happening here isn't there?" Willow asked, smiling sheepishly. "I've felt it since I saw you on the porch tonight. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to kiss you and take you to my bed and just hold you. Does that sound silly?"

Cordelia gulped, shaking her head, "Not silly....nice. I wanted that too. I'm just scared. I mean, I've never felt like this before for another woman. OK, so maybe I had a bit of a crush on you in high school. Trust me when I say that I never would have actually considered making a move. Not back then. Now, well, I can't seem to think of anything else. I haven't even really thought about Angel since I got here."

"Me either," Willow said, pleased at Cordelia's admission to liking her back in high school. "Thought about Spike that is. I do love him though. Whatever is happening between us hasn't changed that. I just really want to be with you too."

"Yeah, I understand that. I still love Angel," Cordelia said. "You know what. I think we're thinking too much about this! So we have this attraction that has been building since high school. So I might have started to fall for you over the last year and a half. Why spend all this time talking about it? Nothing is going to change it."

Willow smiled, "You've been falling for me?"

Cordelia felt a faint blush cross her cheeks as she nodded, "Yeah, kinda."

"Cordelia," Willow said in a teasing voice as she stood and moved towards the brunette.

"What?" Cordelia asked, looking up into green eyes that promised all sorts of wicked things that caused her entire body to heat up.

Willow kneeled in front of Cordelia, her hand covering her old enemies as she looked up and said, "Kiss me."

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Cordelia smiled as she leaned forward, drawn to Willow by a force she didn't understand. Their lips brushed together softly, once then twice. The third time, Cordelia deepened the kiss. She opened her mouth, her tongue prying at Willow's lips. The redhead's tongue met hers. Cordelia felt as if she were on fire, her entire body tense. She moved against Willow, feeling the smaller girl's breasts brushing against her own. So warm, she thought, her hand moving behind Willow's back. She felt Willow's teeth scrape against her lips, a jolt spreading along her nerve endings to settle between her legs.

Willow used her tongue to tease Delia, her right hand moving along the other girl's ribcage up to caress her full breast. She heard a gasp as Cordelia strained forward, the brunette's nipples pebbles against her palm. Too many clothes, she thought to herself as she continued to make love to Cordelia's mouth. Kissing Cordelia felt right. She had loved both Oz and Tara, but she had never felt this intense of a reaction to either of them. It was taking all of her control not to push Cordelia against the couch, spread those glorious thighs and fuck the girl silly. She had never felt this need before. As if she was going to explode if she wasn't touching her partner. Had this attraction always been there and she'd just ignored it? She didn't think she could have been that blind. Sure, there had always been a bit of an attraction, but it had never been like this.

Cordelia was going to kill her. That was all there was to it. She was going to put her hands around Willow's slender neck and squeeze. And she knew that any judge in the world would see that it was justifiable homicide. Or would self defense be the right word? She'd have to pay Lindsey a visit when she returned to LA, ask for his advice. All thoughts of the obnoxious lawyer left her mind as Willow's fingers twisted her nipple. She cursed Willow as the redhead chuckled softly, her hand dropping as her tongue went back to teasing. Yep, justifiable indeed, Cordelia decided as she moved her hands along Willow's back.

Willow pulled back, her green eyes lit with mischievousness and lust, "Was it good for you?"

"You brat," Cordelia said, a husky laugh following her words. "That was some kiss."

"You're so beautiful," Willow said softly, a smile on her face.

"That's my line," Cordelia said, a slight blush crossing her cheeks.

"You act as if you've never heard that before," Willow said, laughing.

"You've never said it before," Cordelia whispered.

"Delia," Willow smiled, moving her hand along the other girl's thigh.

"Yes, Willow?" Cordelia asked, squeezing her legs together and catching Willow's hand between them.

Willow laughed, "I think we have too many clothes on."

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Cordelia laughed softly at Willow's words, glancing down at her thin tank top and then at Willow's. She had to agree. They had too many clothes on. She moved her hand to the edge of her cotton tank, looking up in surprise when Willow's hands covered hers. "I'm taking it off," she explained.

Willow shook her head, making a tsking noise as she moved Cordelia's hands out of the way. "Let me."

"Oh," Cordelia said, licking her lips at the desire she saw in Willow's green eyes. She'd only had sex once before and it had not been an experience she was dying to repeat. She had never felt like this before, though. Her entire body was on fire. She was surprised that she hadn't set off the fire alarm yet. And, judging by the wicked promise in Willow's smile, it was only going to get hotter.

"You're so beautiful," Willow said again as she pulled up the very edge of Cordelia's shirt. She leaned over, brushing her lips against the girl's tan stomach. Her tongue dipped into her belly button, something she had wanted to do since Cordelia had first arrived. She heard a sharp intake of breath and smiled, moving her mouth up Cordelia's ribcage as she pulled the shirt up. Her lips covered each piece of flesh as it was bared, skipping over the full breasts until she was gently sucking on Cordelia's neck. She tossed the tank top behind her as she sucked, her hands tracing the path her lips had gone. She finally pulled away, smiling possessively as she saw the mark now covering the other girl's neck. It was strangely nice to see her mark on her lover's neck. She brushed her thumb over it, her eyes catching Cordelia's. "Mine."

"Yeah," Cordelia nodded, wondering again when Willow had became such a sexy seductress. She was barely able to form coherent thoughts after the redhead's lips had moved over her body, much less make a reasonable attempt at seduction. She shifted on the couch, rubbing her thighs together to alleviate some of the tension. She jumped slightly when Willow's hand smacked her legs, a playful grin on her face as she spread them open, settling between them.

Willow moved her hand over Cordelia's face, drawing the brunette down to meet her kiss. As they kissed, her left hand moved behind her lover and unclasped her bra, removing the garment and tossing it behind the couch. Willow whimpered softly when she felt Cordelia's bare breasts against her cotton covered ones. She broke the kiss reluctantly, pulling back and smiling at Cordelia's passion dazed face before moving in and claiming a breast. Cordelia fell back against the couch and moaned as Willow's lips encircled her nipple. The moan deepened as she felt her shorts and panties pushed down, a hand moving in teasing swipes between her legs. She was soaking. She could feel her juices dripping, knew that she had never been this aroused even in her most daring fantasies.

"Please" she begged, needing something, hoping Willow would understand what she needed.

Willow looked up at Delia, letting the breast fall from her mouth as she asked, "What do you want, Cordelia?"

"I need," Cordelia began, arching against Willow as she tried to stop the girl's teasing hand with her thighs, "you. Please."

Willow moved back, pulling her tank top over her head. She had changed for bed earlier, deliberately leaving her bra off. Now, she was thankful for that hindsight. Her own breasts were aching, her nipples so hard. She resisted the urge to put her hand between her legs and bring herself relief, knowing that Cordelia's release was the primary goal at the moment. She wanted to make the girl's first time with a woman something she'd never forget. She did pushed her boxers off, leaving her nude and kneeling on the floor between the former cheerleader's legs. She leaned forward, blowing softly on Cordelia's clit. She smiled as the brunette arched towards her, juice glistening from her soft folds.

"Willow," Cordelia said in a strangled voice as her own hands went to knead her breasts.

"Patience, my dear," Willow said, again blowing on the heated flesh. She continued to tease the girl for several minutes before finally leaning forward and sucking the bud into her mouth. Cordelia's cry was loud, a moan escaping from lips torn by teeth. Her entire world shattered as she struggled to catch her breath. She looked down and saw Willow watching her, the redhead's mouth still between her legs. She gasped when she felt a finger enter her, realizing that they weren't finished. Her eyes clouded over as her head fell back, Willow's hands moving behind her to cup her ass as she began to seriously fuck her.

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Willow lay on the floor limp, her body covered in sweat and a mixture of her and Cordelia's juices. She was breathing heavy, her eyes looking at ceiling above. She moved her head, smiling as Cordelia crawled up to join her, falling beside her with a satisfied sigh. She moved her hand to brush the hair from Cordelia's face, wondering if she looked as spent and well loved as Delia did. The brunette's cheeks were flushed, hair sticking to her sweat covered forehead, her lips and mouth gleaming with juices, eyes shining with lust. Willow gave in and kissed her lover, knowing that they were both too exhausted to take it farther.

They had been making love for over two hours. Cordelia had proven to be an excellent student and had even taught her a few things. They were now laying on the living room floor, having already used the couch, the dining room table, the hallway wall and even the stairs. She had honestly thought that their making love might lessen their attraction. Ha, that was a laugh. It had just let their lust run wild, their need for each other a pleasant surprise. She pulled back from the kiss, laying her head on her arm and simply watching her lover.

Cordelia smiled, glancing down at their nude bodies then looking back into Willow's green eyes. "I think we need a shower."

"Delia, you're going to be the death of me," Willow whined, winking at the brunette.

"Death by sex? Much better way to go than demon attack," Cordelia said primly, her hand moving over Willow's side.

"You're impossible," Willow laughed, "and horny. Aren't you tired at all?"

"I'm not horny. Horny would suggest that any person would give me satisfaction. As it is, you're the only one that I want," Cordelia said, rather proud that she could actually make conversation after the hours she had just spent. Her entire body ached in ways she had never imagined, and she still wanted more.

"Cordelia, honey, we did some things that may make your body ache," Willow said softly, "you probably need some rest. We have all the time in the world, after all."

"I know. It's just," Cordelia sighed, her fingers brushing over Willow's nipple, "I've never felt this before. I just want to touch you, to hold you. But, you're right. I do ache a bit already."

"Come here," Willow pulled the girl to her, bunching up the couch cushions under their heads. "Maybe we should go upstairs and get some sleep. When we wake up, we can take that shower."

Cordelia smiled as she nodded, her head resting on Willow's arm as their bodies met, "Yeah, we can take the shower later. I'm kind of sleepy."

"Me too," Willow yawned, her eyes starting to close as she and Cordelia fell asleep on the living room floor.

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Spike walked down the street, a cloud of smoke following him. He couldn't believe the daft slayer had let Willow have some girl stay with her. Not that he felt threatened. Nope, not in the slightest. It was just that annoying cheerleader that Red hated back in high school. He wasn't worried about anything happening to ruin his plans for his Willow. He had spent months trying to get her to notice to him. Some brainless slut would not ruin everything. He wouldn't let her. He was not a patient man, yet he had had to wait years for Willow. He'd been intrigued with the redhead that Angelus spoke of turning, seeking her out and watching her all those years before. He'd sought her out again, leaving when he realized that he belonged with his sire and not some pretty little human. He'd come back again, though, and hadn't left. Willow was special. She affected him in a way that still confused him, but he knew it was right. She should be his.

That stupid witch had ruined it for him, though. He'd been ready to make his move, figuring he'd given her long enough to get over the mutt, when she'd started dating that whiny little chit. He'd been forced to wait again, something that he hated doing. Dawn had been right. He had thrown a little party when she had gotten her sense back and dumped the blonde shadow. Again, he'd given her time to get over the loss before making his move. Hell, he'd even confessed his secret to the slayer of all people, the lowest of the low in his eyes. What was worse than that was Buffy helping him get Willow's attention. So far, he wasn't sure if it was working. He and the little redhead had always been able to talk even when the others ignored her. That had never changed. True, he thought he might have seen a flash of jealousy enter those beautiful green eyes once or twice of the last month, but nothing solid to confirm that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

Now, she had a guest. Some stupid twit from her past. Well, that bitch better stay in the past. He was sick of waiting. He'd sat through two morons that didn't deserve Red. He wasn't about to sit through another. If he had to, he'd take Willow away and lock her up until she realized she loved him. With the damn chip, he couldn't just beat her into caring for him. Chaining her to his bed and fucking her until she couldn't stand, well, the chip couldn't possibly consider that as being destructive. Hell, he'd even have the slayer on his side so he wouldn't have to worry about being staked for taking what was his. He smiled slightly as he played out that scenario, seducing her into realizing she loved him. Oh, he had no doubts about that. Willow loved him. Silly girl might not accept it, but he knew enough about women to recognize when one loved him.

He was near her house when he felt it. He stiffened, blue eyes looking around carefully. Where the hell was the bloody wanker? He could feel him. He stopped in front of her house, seeing the downstairs ablaze with lights. Good, Red was still awake. Spike heard the sound of a car, a rush of tension running through him. Without turning, he said, "Angel."

Angel looked at his blonde grandchilde and frowned, "Spike. Why are you here?"

"Why am I here?" Spike repeated, his eyes hardening as he looked at the dark vampire. "Pretty open ended question, Gramps. Why am I here on Earth? Figured you knew enough about the birds and bees to know the answer to that. You and Dru pretty much took care of my option of dying so you'd know why I was alive."

"Spike," Angel warned, annoyance evident in his tone and eyes. He had spent over an hour driving up here from LA. All he wanted was to find Cordelia and get some answers. Now, he was stuck dealing with Spike. Not a good end to a bad day.

"I'm checking on Red, if you must know," Spike finally said, knowing that the soul would probably love to see him dead so it would do little to protect him if the need arose. "Why, pray tell, is the king of brood gracing us with his presence?"

"Cordelia is here," Angel said simply, giving the blonde a look that dared him to ask.

Spike snorted, "Figures. Why are we still standing here talking when both of our women are in there?"

"Our women?" Angel's eyes narrowed, "You and Willow?"

Spike grinned as he shrugged, "One of the few things that bastard Angelus was right about. Silly chit doesn't realize she loves me, but she's mine."

"If you hurt her," Angel started.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I've heard all the threats from the slayer. Trust me, she scares me more than you ever could, Peaches," Spike said, moving up the sidewalk to the house. He knocked on the door, eyes watching Angel for any signs of threat. When the door failed to open, he scowled at it. "I know she's in there."

"Maybe they're sleeping," Angel said, frowning. He sniffed the air, his eyes widening slightly at the mixed scents coming from the house. "We need in there."

Spike turned the knob, ignoring the aroma of sex as he opened the door. He stepped inside, giving Angel a smug grin, "Aw, damn. Guess you get to stay on the porch, since you're not invited in and all."

"I've been here more times than you, Blondie," Angel said smoothly as he stepped past the barrier.

"Bastard," Spike muttered under his breath as he entered the living room. He froze as his eyes took in the room, settling on the two women laying on the floor sleeping in each other's arms with a quilt barely covering them. He felt anger mix with lust as he snarled, "What the bloody hell is going on here?"

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Willow was drawn from her sleep by loud cursing. She frowned as she mumbled, "Shut up already," snuggling closer to Cordelia. When she placed the voice, her eyes flew open and she sat up, staring at Spike and Angel looking at her and Cordelia as if they had killed someone.

"Covers," Cordelia said, "lay back down," she yawned as she stretched, her hand moving to pull Willow back down.

"Spike, Angel, what brings you here," Willow asked as bravely as she could after being found on the floor naked with Cordelia. Naked! She looked down, her face blushing as she pulled the quilt up to cover her chest.

"What?" Cordelia looked up, her brown eyes opening as she saw both vampires glaring at them. She sat up with a squeak, hiding slightly behind Willow when she saw the look of anger in their eyes.

"What are we doing here?" Spike repeated in an even tone. "We find you both like this and you dare ask us why we're here?"

"Like what?" Willow asked, surprise and embarrassment being quickly replaced by anger. "This is my house. I don't remember inviting *either* of you here. I think I have the right to find out what the fuck you're doing here!"

"I was worried," Angel said sharply, "Cordelia isn't the type to leave without telling me unless something was wrong."

"How would you know what type I am?" Cordelia asked, finding her voice finally. "If I had wanted you to know, I'd have called."

"So you planned on coming here and doing this?" Angel asked in an accusing voice.

"Doing what?" Cordelia asked. "Fucking Willow? Come on, Angel. It's real easy to say. And, yes, for the record, I did come here hoping to fuck Willow. To feel someone touching me, loving me, tasting me. I've needed that for such a long time. I love Willow, and hoped that maybe she'd want me. Is that any of your business? No, it isn't. You're just my boss."

Willow smiled at Cordelia, feeling pleased at the girl's words, "I love you, too Delia," she brushed the hair away from the brunette's face, jumping slightly when Spike growled.

"No," Spike said, shaking his head, "I will not do this again. I had to sit by and twiddle my thumbs when you shagged that pathetic little witch, waiting and biding my time. I will not wait again."

"Wait?" Willow frowned at him, "What the hell are you talking about? I've been away from Tara for months. And she wasn't pathetic."

"Bloody fuck, I don't have to explain myself to you," Spike snarled. "Just get your cute little butt up and dressed and away from *her*."

"I thought you said he wanted Buffy," Cordelia said with a snicker of amusement. "I'd say some little redhead was blind."

"He does want Buffy," Willow said, rolling her eyes. "He's just pissy because he's not getting any and we are."

"I do not want the damn slayer!" Spike roared, growling as Willow and Cordelia giggled at him. "You think this is funny? How would you like to stand by and watch the woman you love with everyone except you? Not a lot of fun, pet."

"Love?" Willow's smile faded as she looked at him, realizing that he was serious. "You meant that, don't you? What about Buffy?"

"What about her?" he asked, glaring.

"No," Willow shook her head. "You're playing some stupid game. You see that I'm happy with Cordelia and you can't stand it so you're telling me all this to mess with my head."

"Get over it," Cordelia said, looking at both the men. "We waited months, years, for either of you to notice us, to want us. We're finally happy and we're not giving that up for anything. Now, we're tired and we need a shower. Feel free to stay since it is almost dawn, but leave us alone. We're not dealing with either of you right now."

"There's blood in the kitchen, if you're hungry," Willow said, getting to her feet. She no longer cared if they saw her nude or not, letting Cordelia use the quilt. She was still reeling from Spike's admission plus trying to deal with change in her and Cordelia's relationship. Judging from the glares coming from a very silent Angel, she'd guess that Cordelia might have been a bit blind herself, just as she had guessed all along. She took Cordelia's hand, leaning over to kiss her lover gently as she whispered, "Love you."

"Love you too," Cordelia said with a smile as she followed Willow upstairs, waiting until the bedroom door was shut before letting her bravery slip. Looking at Willow, she grimaced and said, "Now, wasn't that fun?"

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"The cheeky damn bitches," Spike cursed before moving to the small bar that Willow's parents kept for the few days a year they were in town. He looked at the bottles, finally settling on a bottle of whiskey. He glanced at Angel who was still standing by the doorway, an unreadable statement on his handsome face. He picked up a bottle of Scotch and handed it to his grandsire. "Here, you look like you could use this."

"Drinking won't help anything," Angel said quietly, taking the bottle before Spike dropped it.

"It sure as hell won't hurt anything either," Spike said, taking a long swallow as he sat on the couch, his boots landing on the small wooden table with a thunk.

"I should have stayed in LA," Angel said as he sat down in the most comfortable looking chair, tapping his fingers on the bottle of Scotch. "She obviously doesn't want me here."

"To be so old, you're pretty friggin' stupid," Spike said, rolling his eyes. "The chit wants you here, all right. She just doesn't want to quit shagging *my* Red long enough to tell you."

"As I recall, Willow wasn't pushing her off," Angel said dryly, opening the bottle and taking a drink. It burned going down but he took another long drink anyway.

"Red always was too nice," Spike said, glowering at the carpet. "Should have just taken her after that dog left, stopped wallowing in self pity long enough to chain her to my bed and shag her into forgetting everything but me."

"I wish you had," Angel said, taking another drink before he took his coat off. "Then we wouldn't be sitting here, would we?"

Spike snorted, "No, you'd be in LA brooding somewhere while your girl fucked herself thinking about my Willow."

"I do not brood," Angel said before taking another drink. He kicked his shoes off, remembering Willow's statement to make themselves comfortable. He glanced at the stairs, wondering what they were doing, knowing what they must be doing. He growled before taking a long drink.

"They're in the shower," Spike said, glaring at the ceiling. "And you do brood."

"Can you believe her?" Angel suddenly said, running a hand through his hair.

Spike looked at him and smiled before taking another drink, "Can't hold your liquor, can you, old man?"

Angel continued as if Spike hadn't spoken, "The nerve. I'm just her boss. Just her boss! Who does she think she is?"

"The silly twit that has your knickers in a bunch?" Spike offered helpfully before his lips twisted and his eyes darkened, "Oh, wait. You don't wear knickers."

Angel looked at him sharply, eyes narrowing as he saw the flash of arousal in familiar blue eyes. "You're soused," he decided.

"Not me," Spike shook his head as he finished off his bottle. He stood, taking off his duster and leaving it on the floor as he went for another bottle. "You're the one drunk off his cute little ass."

"You think my ass is cute?" Angel asked, smiling crookedly before frowning. "You hate me."

Spike shrugged as he picked up a bottle of tequila, "God bless the Rosenbergs," he muttered as he opened it, moving back to his seat, "Just cause I hate ya, doesn't me I don't want to shag ya."

"I'm not that drunk," Angel said, finishing his Scotch and moving to find something else.

"Ah, Angelus, don't be that way," Spike said, leaning back against the sofa as he watched his grandsire. "You can't tell me you don't think about it, don't remember. I hate your souled guts, but I'm man enough to admit I still remember."

"I don't," Angel denied, glancing at the blonde, "I don't have a single memory of hunting with you or fucking you in the blood of our victims. I especially don't remember leaving Drusilla for days at a time and running off with you, of how tight you are, of how you taste, of the grunts you make before you cum, of your wet mouth wrapped around my cock as you beg me for more. Nope, I don't remember any of it."

Spike growled softly, downing a quarter of the bottle as he found himself pinned by the elder vampire's eyes. His cock was straining against his pants, hard from seeing Willow's nude body earlier and growing even more hard as he and Angel drifted down memory lane. If they kept up this way, he might very well embarrass himself. "Yeah, me either."

Angel watched Spike take a drink, groaning softly as the blonde's lips wrapped around the bottle, his fingers curled against the glass. "I care for Cordelia," he said huskily, watching Spike's tongue lick a stray drop.

"I love Willow," Spike said simply, arching a brow. "And they're both upstairs right now shagging like wild animals. Your point?"

"I forget," Angel said, putting his bottle down and moving towards Spike. "This won't be like before, I'm not the same."

"Nor am I, Angelus," Spike said, wondering if he was making a mistake, being carried away by attraction and memories. Then deciding that he didn't care as Angel looked at him with intense lust in those dark eyes.

"I've missed you, William," Angel said before he claimed Spike's lips in a rough penetrating kiss.

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"I know you want him," Cordelia said with a smile as she brushed her fingers along Willow's face.

"I want you too, though," Willow said with a sigh. "Guess I'm just very greedy."

"He wants you. I say, go for it," Cordelia said.

"I love you," Willow said, laughing. "Isn't this too weird? Who would have ever imagined the two of us getting together?"

"I don't know...I thought about it a lot during school. It isn't that weird," Cordelia laughed. "Me and Xander? Now that was weird."

"Not as weird as being in love with a girl that hated me throughout high school and with a vampire that tried to kill me several times," Willow said.

"I never hated you," Cordelia denied. "I was just confused."

"Well, there were a few times that I hated you," Willow confessed with a kiss.

"I'm sure I deserved it," Cordelia said, sighing.

"Did you notice how angry Angel got when you told him off?" Willow asked, her fingers drawing circles on Cordelia's stomach.

"No, I didn't," Cordelia looked at Willow expectantly.

"He was pissed," Willow laughed, "as in, angry boyfriend jealous lover pissed."

"Really?" Cordelia laughed, "And I missed it?"

Willow glanced at her door, "You know, it's awfully quiet down there."

"Do you think they left?" Cordelia asked, worry in her voice.

"I didn't hear the door slam," Willow said, "Spike always slams the door."

"Maybe we should check on them," Cordelia suggested.

"I don't know," Willow sighed, "I honestly might not be able to resist him a second time."

"That would be bad?" Cordelia asked.

"You're a terrible influence," Willow said, rolling her eyes as she stood. "Fine, we'll go down and look in on them, make sure they haven't killed each other."

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Spike was instantly sober as cool lips met his. He groaned as his left hand moved behind Angel's head, fingers tangling in thick dark hair. For a moment, he wondered if this was really happening, if it was merely an alcohol-induced dream. He realized it wasn't when Angel's tongue penetrated his mouth, the elder vampire pushing against him. Decades of lust washed over him as he kissed his grandsire back, nothing at all gentle about this kiss. He had never stopped wanting Angel, even with that damn soul. The only man that could make him hard. Just hearing that husky voice, being pinned by those eyes, remembering how those hands felt on his bare flesh, any of those things aroused him more than he wanted to admit. Willow was the only other person he had ever met that could do that to him, make him lose control and just need. It was delicious because it scared him so much.

Angel pulled back finally, dark eyes looking over Spike's face. He hadn't planned this, hadn't meant for it to happen. He had tried to forget about his lust for his grandchilde, bringing out the memories only when he dreamed. It had always been like this between them, wild and rough, neither wanting to speak words for fear of becoming weak. Without a soul, he would gladly keep Spike chained to his bed, use the power that he held for pleasure and pain. The soul changed that. He could not do that any longer, could not distance himself from caring. The loosening effects of the alcohol and the sensual taunting from the blond had made him act without thinking, had drawn him to Spike like a moth to a flame. Spike had always believed himself to be the weaker of the two, the dominated one, but Angel knew better. Spike held far more power than he would ever realize. He had made Angelus care.

Spike saw sober brown eyes watching him and knew that Angel was no longer tipsy. He looked down, hating the sense of loss that washed over him as he realized that a kiss was all he would be receiving. He'd been stupid. Trying to get Angel drunk, teasing him, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he'd forget his precious soul and want him. It was rather pathetic, in a way. His need for Angel to want him. Angelus had wanted him. Even during those few months when the soul was gone, Angelus had reclaimed him. That had been difficult, that time. He had missed his grandsire so much throughout the empty years, but that Angelus hadn't been the same as the one in his memory. The humiliation and degradation he had been forced to endure had gone beyond their usual games, Angelus lashing out at him in a way that had been surprising and painful.

"William," Angel said softly, moving his fingers over Spike's cheek and down to his chin where he lifted it, looking into blue eyes. In that moment, he made his decision. "This will be different," he warned, watching as Spike's eyes widened in surprise.

"You're not going to push me away?" Spike asked softly, hating the hope he could hear in his voice.

"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" Angel asked, ignoring the question. His lips curled into a small smile as he traced his fingers along Spike's cheekbone. "I used to hate Dru for finding you first, for giving you the gift. I always wanted to own you, yet I had to share with her. She was your sire. I was nothing. Your devotion and loyalty to her annoyed me. I would beat you until you screamed my name, needing you to remember me."

"Angelus was possessive," Spike said quietly, amazed that Angel was speaking of their past. "He didn't want to share anything or anyone. It wasn't just me."

"Ah, my boy, that's where you're wrong," Angel said with a soft laugh, "it was always you. Even now, I must fight not to possess you. You are my weakness, William."

"No more than you are mine, sire," Spike responded.

"To hell with it," Angel muttered before claiming Spike's lips in a kiss that was much different from their previous one. This was soft and gentle, an exploration of two past lovers. Soft groans as tongues and lips met. Spike felt as if he were drowning, unaware of where he ended and Angel began. He bit into Angel's lip as a large hand cupped his erection, fingers nimbly unfastening his zipper. He hardened even more as he tasted Angel's blood, his cock throbbing as Angel began to stroke him. Angel gave in to his needs and desires as he moved his hand over Spike's cock, feeling the wetness already spilling from the tip. Poor boy was so close, he realized, remembering Willow's nude body from earlier and knowing how it must have affected Spike. He moved his large body over Spike, his own erection pressing against his pants. Spike felt Angel move, groaning as fingers tightened around his cock. Lips moved from his, kissing and nibbling the skin along his cheeks down his neck to his collar. "It's been too long," Angel whispered in his ear before placing a kiss below his lobe. He didn't last long after that, shooting his seed as Angel's fangs pierced his throat.

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Angel ran his tongue over the bite he had made on Spike's neck, enjoying the taste of blood tinged with passion. One of the most intoxicating treats for a vampire was to drink blood from a lover in the midst of release. He wasn't sure why, but it was always so sweet, so rich. He kept stroking Spike's softening cock as he drank, his hand cool and wet from the blonde's release. He growled when he felt Spike move, having no desire to change their position.

"Sire," Spike begged huskily, feeling himself beginning to harden again as Angel kept stroking him. He turned his head, looking into brown eyes tinged with yellow. He felt himself smile at that image Angel presented, blood on his mouth, arousal and need unleashing his demon. His eyes swept over the larger vampire, noticing the large bulge pushing for freedom against the cotton trousers. He licked his lips before looking back at Angel and continuing, "Please."

"You don't have to...." Angel started knowing what Spike planned and not wanting any of Angelus' rules between them.

"I want to," Spike said with a cheeky grin as he again moved, this time not halted by Angel's growl.

Angel smiled slightly as Spike pushed him against the sofa, that mischievous grin on the blonde's face making him even more aroused. If he had had to predict Spike's reaction to their previous activity, playful and wicked would not have been the adjectives to come to mind. He should have learned years ago not to try to understand Spike. It was much more fun being surprised.

"I missed this," Spike admitted for a moment as he looked up, catching Angel's eyes. He looked away, letting the other vampire know not to respond. Spike unfastened the pants, commanding, "Lift up," as he pulled them completely off. His own were still unfastened but relatively in place, his cock hanging in the front, hardening a little more with each move he made. When Angel was completely nude from the waist down, Spike sat back on his heels, simply looking at the other man. He moved forward, ripping the shirt open as Angel looked at him in surprise. With a satisfied smile, Spike sat back, again simply looking. Better, he decided. Beautiful wasn't a word to describe Angel, the brunette being too large, too powerful, too masculine for such a pretty little word. The only word that always came to mind when faced with his naked grandsire was Perfect.

"Would appear you missed this too," Spike said finally after caressing Angel with his eyes for long, silent moments. He laughed huskily as Angel's cock stood out, glistening with pre-cum, beckoning him to it. He arched a brow as he impishly asked, "What do you want, Angel?"

"Spike, quit playing," Angel said, his voice low and needy. He was going to kill him, he decided. He'd had to sit there for what had to have been hours, though it was merely five minutes, naked as Spike had looked at him. Just looked. Those blue eyes blazing a path over part of his body. Now, he wanted to play. He would have smiled at the idea, knowing that in the past, Spike would have been too afraid of Angelus to simply enjoy the act and play. But, he was hard and ready to fuck. Yes, death would be nice. His lips curled into a smile of promise as he decided what better way to kill than Spike than shag him to death. Later.

"I want to hear you say it, Sire," Spike said, seeing the look in Angel's eyes and hardening.

"William," Angel spoke slowly, his eyes not moving from Spike's as he ordered, "suck my cock."

"Didn't you forget something?" Spike licked his lips, spreading Angel's legs as he settled between them, his eyes still not leaving Angel's.

"Please," Angel said before moaning as wetness engulfed his cock. His eyes closed as his head fell back, his body slowly thrusting upwards into Spike's mouth. A low groan came from him as his grandchilde sucked, a finger snaking its way between his cheeks. "Oh God," he muttered, biting into his lip as Spike roughly penetrated his ass. He was tight, having rarely allowed anyone to take him that way, Spike having earned the privilege more than any other. It wasn't long before the dual sensations of Spike's finger delving into him and the wet mouth and tongue sucking his cock made him cum. He growled as he came, his hands clenching on the cushion of the sofa as he lifted up, his seed going into Spike's mouth. Spike removed his finger but kept sucking, not wanting to waste a single drop. As he slowly came down, Angel opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling as he licked at the blood he had drawn. He moved his hand to lovingly stroke Spike's hair as he rolled his head. He froze when he caught sight of Willow and Cordelia standing in the doorway, their eyes glazed with arousal and lust and curiosity as they watched him and Spike.

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"We have company," Angel said softly as his eyes stayed on the girls standing in the doorway.

Spike turned his head slightly, his eyes immediately finding Willow's. His lips twisted into a smile when he saw the arousal and need burning in their green depths. Huskily, he asked, "Wanna play, Red?"

"You guys were quiet, we were worried," Cordelia stammered, her eyes trying not to look down but failing miserably. She gulped when she saw Angel's naked cock, a heat spreading over her body instantly.

"We should go," Willow decided, but she didn't move, her eyes trapped by Spike's knowing gaze. She didn't want to go. Ever since she and Cordelia had first stumbled on the handsome vampires having sex, she'd wanted nothing more than to watch and maybe to join them. And he knew it.

"Run away, then, little Red," Spike snarled, his eyes moving over her body, "before the big bad wolf eats you up."

"Oh Goddess," she whispered as visions of Spike 'eating her up' filled her head. She leaned against Cordelia for support, knowing they should leave, knowing they shouldn't be doing this, but knowing that they no longer had a choice. It was out of their control.

"Come and play, Red," Spike taunted, daring her to join him. "You know that you want to."

"Spike, quit," Angel warned softly, watching as Cordelia's eyes moved over his body as she held Willow against her. He cursed softly as he began to react from her heated gaze.

"No, damn it, I won't quit," he said. "Not until she admits the truth to me and to herself."

"I," Willow stopped, looking at Cordelia helplessly, knowing that her lover would understand.

"I love you," Cordelia whispered as she looked at Willow, seeing the confusion and need in those beautiful green eyes, knowing that her own reflected the same emotions. She lent over, brushing her lips against the redhead's before her eyes drifted back to Angel and Spike, anticipation mixed with fear as she caught Angel's eyes again.

"I love you too," Willow whispered back before saying, "and I want to stay."

"Willow, think about this," Angel warned, knowing his opinion couldn't be taken very serious since he was sitting on the sofa with his cock hardening a bit more with each passing moment. He knew, though, that he had to at least attempt to be the voice of reason. "Once you two step inside this room, there is no turning back."

"Promise?" Willow asked with a smile as she took Cordelia's hand and entered the room.

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Spike moved quickly, not wanting to give Willow a chance to leave or have second thoughts. His mouth found hers as he pulled her body against his. After the initial surprise, Willow began to kiss him back. Cordelia smiled as she watched them, never imagining how exciting it could be to watch two people kiss. She moved past them, shyly sitting next to Angel on the sofa. She glanced at him, finding his eyes on the redhead and blond.

"They're beautiful," Angel said softly, his cock hardening as he watched Willow and Spike kiss. He turned his head, finding her eyes dazed with passion and arousal as they watched his lover kiss her lover. "Cordelia?"

She looked at him, seeing the question in his eyes. With a smile, she leaned forward, catching his lips in a gentle, exploring kiss. Reluctantly, she pulled away, admitting softly, "I want to watch."

He smiled, brushing her hair from her face as he glanced to where Spike and Willow were still kissing, "Why just watch?"

"Oh, well, I mean," Cordelia blushed, looking away as she smiled, "You just want to kiss me again."

He laughed softly, "That and so much more."

"If you keep looking at me that way, I won't be able to say no," Cordelia warned, her body heating up at the sensual smile that crossed his face. Deciding that she would have plenty of time to watch Spike and Willow together in the future, she gave up resisting, "Angel, kiss me."

Angel smiled as he kissed her, moving her to lay on the sofa. His hand moved under her shirt as they kissed, his touch slow and gentle. Cordelia couldn't believe she was laying on the couch kissing Angel with his hand up her shirt. After all the months of wanting him, she was finally going to get him. And, on top of that, she'd found Willow. Overall, it was looking to be the best weekend of her life so far. She wrapped her leg around Angel's, arching up against him to give the hint that she was more than ready for him to speed things up. His response was a low chuckle that let her know he was going to take his time, infuriating bastard that he was.

Willow was unaware of what was happening between Angel and Cordelia. The only thing she knew was that she was on fire and that she needed Spike inside her. Her hands moved over his back, wishing his shirt was gone. She needed to feel him against her. His tongue swept into her mouth as he moved her backwards. His hands found their way to the bottom of her shirt, his lips separating from hers long enough to pull the cotton T-shirt over her head, giving her a chance to take a few much needed breaths as well as remove his shirt. Their lips met again, cool flesh now touching warm. She hadn't bothered putting on a bra when she and Cordelia had come downstairs, her bare breasts now pushing against his chest. She hadn't worn panties either, something she was very thankful for at the moment. She felt something hard behind her butt, realizing that he had moved them into the dining room. She gasped when his hands moved behind her butt, lifting her onto the table.

Spike pushed his jeans down, kicking them off as his hand moved up her leg and under her skirt. When his fingers came into contact with her wetness, he pulled away long enough to look at her, a smile crossing his face as his thumb brushed over her clit, "No panties, naughty girl."

"Yesss!" Willow hissed as her head fell back, resting on her elbows as he laughed. His fingers continued their assault as his mouth found her breasts. The bottom of her skirt was soaked from the wetness dripping from between her legs. He continued to play with her, bringing her close to the edge before moving his hand away until she started to fall back down. Finally, when she was hoarse from begging and her body was covered in sweat and the thick scent of her arousal surrounded them, he had pity on her. His fingers brought her over the edge as she tightened around his hand, gasping for breath as she said his name over and over. Before she had a chance to fall, he pulled her to the edge of the table, his hard cock easily finding its way between her legs. He entered her completely, stretching her more than ever before. She was so warm and wet, so tight. He stayed inside her as his mouth found hers, her back resting against the table as her legs wrapped around his waist. He finally began to move, Willow's eyes rolling back as she felt more pleasure than she imagined possible. It wasn't long before he felt his release nearing. He nuzzled her neck, hearing her whisper of permission shortly before he came, his seed spilling deep inside her as his fangs penetrated her neck. At the first taste of her blood, he came again, also sending her into another orgasm.

From the sofa, Cordelia looked up, an statement of contentment on her face as Angel nuzzled her bare breasts. She looked into the eyes of her new lover, leaning down to kiss him as he began to harden again. She laughed softly as she pulled away, saying, "Upstairs. We should move upstairs. The bed is bigger than this couch."

"Come on," Angel agreed, getting to his feet and holding her without removing his cock from her warmth. She wrapped her legs around him, resting her head on his shoulder as he moved to the stairs.

"Willow, when you two finish playing, come upstairs. We'll be waiting," she promised as she turned her head and began to kiss Angel's neck.

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"I don't want to get out of bed," Willow decided as she snuggled closer to Spike.

"Have to," Cordelia said, brushing her lips over the back of Willow's neck and causing the redhead to turn and kiss her.

"If you two keep that up, we won't be going anywhere for several hours," Angel warned, sharing a smile with Spike. They'd not left the house since that first night in the living room, two days before. The entire weekend had been unbelievable. Willow and Cordelia had watched him and Spike together, he and Spike had watched their women playing, he'd even enjoyed Willow's tightness when she'd expressed an interest in having both him and Spike at the same time. She was definitely a surprise, not at all the shy quiet girl he remembered from years before. Instead, she was a beautiful, curious little wildcat. Spike definitely had his hands full with her. Not that Angel could complain. Cordelia was amazing when she was with Willow, their connection obvious. He wasn't jealous, knowing that he and Spike had a similar bond. Now, though, the weekend was nearly over. He and Cordelia had to leave, go back to LA.

"And hours and hours," Spike added with a smile as he watched his Red kissing the brunette.

"That would be bad why?" Willow asked with an impish smile as she felt Spike stirring behind her. She moved back against him, wishing he'd quit talking and just fuck her.

"We've created a monster," Cordelia said, recognizing the lust in Willow's eyes. "Spike, fuck her already."

"As you wish," he said with a smirk as he entered Willow from behind.

"You're so beautiful when he's fucking you," Cordelia whispered, moving her hand over Willow's face. "It turns me on so much, Willow, you can't even imagine. I'm so wet just from watching you two."

"Never figured you for a voyeur, Delia," Angel said softly, nuzzling her neck as he entered her. He and Spike began to move together, their actions mirroring the other. Cordelia and Willow kissed, their hands caressing breasts and legs and anything they could reach. After they all found release, it was Cordelia that mentioned reality.

"We have to leave soon," she whispered, her head laying on Willow's shoulder as her fingers joined with the redhead's.

"I know," Willow sighed, making a face. "I don't want you to go."

"I don't want to leave you," Cordelia said, "but we have to go. We're needed in LA."

"You're needed here, too," Willow said, pouting.

"They can come back for a visit," Spike said, catching Angel's eyes, knowing that they weren't going to lose anything they'd found over the weekend.

"And you two can come see us," Angel said, "I have plenty of room and you're always welcome."

"I guess that will have to do for now," Willow said, kissing Cordelia.

"You know," Cordelia smiled slowly, "I think they could do without us for another day or two, don't you, Angel?"

"I don't see why not," he agreed with a smile as he saw Willow's eyes light up with happiness at the prospect of having them for another couple of days.

"Good. We can worry about the future then," Willow said, turning to kiss Spike before she started to crawl out of bed. She stood up, tossing them a mischievous smile as she asked, "Anyone ready for a shower?"

Cordelia groaned, laughing as she again said, "Most definitely a monster. A wonderful, sexy, horny, wicked little monster," before she crawled to meet Willow, knowing the boys would join them soon enough. She smiled as she kissed Willow before they headed to the bathroom, wondering again what she had done to deserve such happiness before Willow's touch made her forget everything except pleasure.

THE END