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Willow and Cordelia made their way from the taxi to the front of the apartment building. They had had a fantastic time. Willow had seen so many neat places. For the evening, all thoughts of Spike and Angel has left her mind. She had been free to eat, drink and be merry. It was exhilarating. She was riding a definite high. She had to admit that she was a bit tipsy. Not near as drunk as Cordelia though. It was close to 2 am when the girls had decided to go back to get some sleep. Cordy was anxious to start packing, now that she had made her decision. Willow was very glad the girl would be going back to Sunnydale. She worried about her here alone. Before, she's had Angel to look after her. Now, she had no one. Soon, the gang would be back together.

"Look at the sky? Isn't it terrible?" Cordy moaned.

Willow looked up, not seeing anything. "What is it Cordelia?"

"You can't see the stars. I miss the stars Willow. Xander and I used to lay in my front yard and just stare at the sky. He was so amazing. Why was I so stupid Willow? Why couldn't I forgive him? Oz forgave you. I was so selfish."

Willow looked at her friend and sighed, "It was a tough time. Maybe you were meant to come here, to help Angel, and then go back to Xander. You have grown alot since moving here. You are a much nicer person now. I'm glad you've decided to come home."

"I luv you Wills." Cordelia slurred as she reached for her key. She heard a slight gasp behind her. Turning, she grabbed onto the door to keep from falling,

"Willow?" Her startled eyes were caught by brown ones. She saw Willow laying in the arms of Spike.

"Angel? What are you doing with Willow?"

Angel reached over and unlocked her door. "Get some sleep Cordelia. Willow will be fine. She just passed out is all. We are taking her home. I'll have her call you tomorrow...well, maybe the next night."

"Oh....ok. Night night." She stumbled into her apartment.

Spike carried Willow to the car. They needed to get on the road if they had any hopes of making it back to Sunnydale before dawn.

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Willow woke slowly. Her head was pounding. The last thing she remembered was Cordelia saying that she loved her...then darkness. (I must have fainted) She brought herself up to a sitting position and looked at the clock. (Where's the clock?) She looked around the room. (Where am I?) This was not Cordelia's couch. The room was beautiful. Furnished in antiques, lots of wood furniture, a fireplace....(this bed is huge! big enough for three people...)

"You're awake."

Willow looked toward the voice. She couldn't see anything, just shadows. "Where am I?"

The voice laughed huskily. "Home, Willow."

The voice sent prickles of excitement over her skin. It was Angel.

"Angel. Where's Spike? Why am I here? Why couldn't you leave me alone?"

"Willow...Willow...Willow...always so curious. Spike's out right now. You're here because this is your home. We will never leave you alone. We can't. Aren't you the one always saying that Love makes you do the wacky?"

Willow sat in the darkness, listening. His voice was so seductive. She didn't know what to think. "This isn't the apartment....Did you say Love?"

She heard a low chuckle from a different place. "Willow, quit trying to find me. You will only be able to if I allow it. Yes, I said love, you silly little girl. Spike and I both love you...want you...need you."

Willow gulped. "Really?" she asked shyly.

"Yes."

"Where's Spike?" She asked again.

"I've told you once. I will not repeat myself Willow." he stated firmly.

"We decided that you should be punished for leaving us, making us worry, doubting our feelings. Spike is too close to you to perform your punishment. Alas, that duty falls on my shoulders. It was agreed."

Willow felt herself becoming aroused and a bit frightened at the idea of being punished by Angel...Angelus? Where was he...it was just shadows.

"I smell your fear Red...it is only surpassed by the smell of your arousal. The idea makes you wet doesn't it love? I can hear your heart beating faster. You want my hands on your body don't you? It's been a week since you were touched, hasn't it? Do you think you need to be punished, Willow? Do you want me to punish you?"

"Willow I asked you a question? I do so hate to be ignored. Do you want me to punish you?"

Willow didn't know what to say. She thought about it. She opened her mouth and replied...

"Willow...don't make me repeat my question. You won't like the consequences."

Willow looked into the shadows. Did she want this? She knew that whatever she answered would not only affect her now, but also for all of eternity. When she thought of it like that, it was very scary. Did she love Spike and Angel enough to commit to eternity?

"Willow.....we love you." Angel spoke reassuringly.

Willow made her decision. "Yes."

"Yes what, little girl?"

(He's not making this easy.) "Yes, I deserve to be.....punished." She whispered the last word.

"Good. Do you know, Spike and I spent hours thinking of things we could do to make sure you never leave us. We even made a list. I finally came up with the perfect punishment. Spike agreed to let me have you for three hours tonight. By the time he comes back, you will be begging for forgiveness. Do you believe me?"

Willow swallowed. "Yes...."

The room was cast suddenly with a faint light. Willow looked at the fireplace. (How did he....?)

"Willow...go look into the fire."

Fear and desire rushed through her. She didn't know what Angel had planned for her. (He said they love me. They couldn't torture me if they love me could they?)

"NOW." The word filled the room.

Willow got up and walked in the darkness to stand in front of the fire. The heat it was giving off assaulted her senses. She stood still, waiting for his next move. After what seemed like hours, she started to turn back to the face the room to see if he was still there.

"Did I give you permission to turn around Willow?"

"Uh....no."

There was a husky chuckle. "What is it with kids these days? No one understands that patience is a virtue. You, dear Willow, are as bad as Spike. That boy has no patience either. I need to teach you...Now, face the fire and DO NOT move unless I tell you to. This can be over soon or it can take all night. You decide."

"Willow..."

She felt him standing behind her. Her eyes looked into the mirror running along the top of the fireplace. She looked into her own green eyes, not surprised to see the desire evident. She saw nothing else except shadows covering the room. She hated that she couldn't see him.

"Yes Angel?"

She felt something cold under the strap of her dress.

"Is this dress yours?"

She shook her head. "It's Cordy's."

"Remind me to buy her a new one." He cut the straps, letting the dress fall to the floor. She saw a blade slide along the floor. He'd used a knife.

"Beautiful." He stated admiringly.

She felt a blush start. She ached to feel him. She wanted him.

"I smell your arousal. You want me to touch you don't you? You want me to take you right now, on the floor, hard and fast. Its been so long since you've been touched....since you have found release. Am I right?"

"Yes..." she whimpered.

"Willow.....would you like to know your punishment?"

She nodded.

"I am planning on teaching you patience. Your body is mine until Spike returns. Then, you will be ours. You will do nothing unless I command it. You will not be allowed to come unless I command it. The ache that you feel now is nothing compared to what you will suffer. You will suffer as we have suffered the last week. It should be a fitting punishment. Now, let's begin."

Willow felt a hand in her hair. Her head was forced back to meet Angel's seeking tongue. It was intoxicating. This was their first kiss. His lips were demanding, but soft. He pulled back leaving her wanting more. His brown eyes looked intensely into hers.

"Do you know what it was like to sit in my room and listen to you and Spike make love? Every moan....every groan...it was unbearable. I heard you begging him to fuck you. Every time, you came with such force. I decided then that it would soon be my name you were shouting..me you were begging for more. I went to sleep each day with your face in my mind...you words in my ears. Now, I finally have you." He reached down and ran a finger along her slit. He brought it back to his mouth, his tongue reaching out and slowly licking at her juices. His eyes never left hers. "So good....so wet. This is exciting you, isn't it?"

She nodded, fascinated at the sight of him tasting her.

"Good...you want to feel my mouth don't you little girl? You want my tongue to lap at you until you come....."

Willow found herself growing more excited with each word he spoke. His lips coming so close, only to fall back again. She felt herself swaying towards him.

Angel noticed her movement and smiled. "No, not yet.....that would be to easy. I think it's time for a game."

"A game?"

"Yes. A game. Face the fire."

Willow saw a scarf appear in front of her eyes. Angel tied it securely.

"There is a game I used to play. You may have heard of it. Do you trust me? was what I knew it as. Willow, do YOU trust me?"

Willow nodded.

"Good. Here's how it works. Put your hands on the mantle. Good girl...now, you can not move them until the game is over. Do you understand? "

"Yes."

"You are trusting me with your body. I can do anything I want to to you, but only with my hands. Those are the rules. Only my hands."

Willow felt his fingers touching her leg. She couldn't see anything. His hands moved all over her body. Teasing, touching, caressing. They were moving quickly and sporadically. She couldn't figure out where he would touch next. This lack of knowledge aroused her as much as the actual feel of him on her skin did. The smooth nail of his thumb raked playfully across her hardened nipples. He twisted one between his fingertips.

"Mine."

His fingers ran down her stomach. They cupped her core. One, then two entering her slowly. His thumb raked over her clit.

"Mine..." he whispered against her neck.

Suddenly, she gasped. She felt his mouth on her breast. His cold tongue reached out and tugged at her nipple. She felt her fingernails curl into her hand, slightly piercing her skin.

"Willow....just something you should know...I never play by the rules."

Willow felt her breath leave her. He trailed his tongue down her body. Soon, it joined his fingers as they played.

"I'm going to taste you now. Remember, don't move." he warned.

His tongue entered her deeply. She thrust forward to meet its invasion. She felt him chuckle against her. "You moved...you'll pay for that later."

"You are so wet...all for me?"

"Hmm....delicious...."

He went back work. His hands went behind her, cupping her ass. He brought her closer to his questing mouth. Willow felt the orgasm building. She tried to hold it off.

"Come for me Willow....say my name."

"Oh...Angel....thank you....yes.....please"

She came, screaming his name, her orgasm ripping through her. Her body pulsed. Willow felt him holding her up. Her knees felt like rubber. She suddenly heard soft clapping behind her.

"Well, Angelus, that was fun. What's act 2 again, mate?"

"Spike!" Willow exclaimed. She moved her hand from the mantle to turn towards her lover. Suddenly, a hand swatted her ass.

"I didn't tell you to move. Spike, I thought I told you to give me time. You were supposed to sit quietly while I did this."

"I got bored." A sullen voice said.

Angel sighed loudly. "You always get bored." He moved his hand to Willow's breast, kneading at the flesh as he spoke. "This wasn't the plan."

"You and your goddamn plans! I haven't seen her in a week. A WEEK! All I want to do is take her bed and fuck her until neither of us can move. Do I get to do that? Nooooo, cause my daft sire decides he want to play another bloody game. I still don't know why we couldn't just beat her and then fuck her senseless. She would never leave us again if we'd done that."

Willow felt a shiver run across her body at his words. (Beating? No....that's a bad thing.)

Angel must have noticed her apprehension. "Spike, Willow is a lady. Not some damn slut. You have to woo a lady...seduce her. No wonder she left if it was ALWAYS slam, bam, thank you ma'am. She is an object of beauty. You need to caress her," his hand ran over her stomach, "thrill her," his teeth ran along her neck, "excite her," his finger touched at her slit, "and most importantly, make her feel desired. Did I not teach you anything in a hundred years?"

Spike was watching Willow's reaction in awe. She had always liked him to be rough with her. She liked it hard and fast and anywhere. Yet, here she was trembling at the poof's touch. His sire was right. She had been trying to please him and not herself. Smiling, he realized that that was all going to change. Quietly. he moved towards the fire, enchanted by her beauty. His all ready hard cock swelled even more. He quickly removed his clothing as he went. Angel watched him, a smile of understanding crossing his handsome face. He moved in front of Willow and brought her mouth to his. Spike stopped behind her. He moved his hand to her, joining Angel's fingers. His mouth spread kisses, licks, and nips along her back, shoulders and legs. Willow gasped into Angel's mouth when she felt Spike join them. She could feel his nude body poised behind her. His touch was exhilarating. She had missed him so much. She couldn't believe that she, Willow Rosenburg, was standing in front of a fireplace with two nude vampires treating her body as though it were priceless.

(Some punishment....) she thought as she surrendered to them both.

Willow felt herself being lifted from the floor. Cold arms carried her away from the warmth of the fire. She found herself being laid gently on the bed. Her mouth met Spike's. The scarf was removed from her eyes. She looked deep into his blue gaze.

"I missed you luv. Promise me you'll never leave me again. I almost went crazy."

"Buffy threatened to stake us both if we didn't quit our worrying. She thought we deserved your leaving." Angel spoke from Willow's side. She looked at them both. They were so attractive. They were both hers. The thought left her dizzy. Her mouth was claimed by Spike's in a passionate kiss.

"Mine" she whispered to him. He winked at her.

"Is my punishment over?" she whispered shyly to Angel.

"Yes."

"Good." She reached over and brought Angel's mouth to hers. Her tongue claiming his. "Mine..." she whispered to him as her hand snaked its way down to cup his erection. She felt Spike move down her body. Soon, his tongue was lapping at her juices. The sensation was too much for her. She came at once. Spike continued to lick at her. She moved her mouth from Angel's. Looking into his eyes, she said, "I want to taste you."

Smiling at the need in her voice, he moved up onto his knees.

She saw his nude body for the first time. He was beautiful. His skin was slightly olive in color...almost like a pale tan. It was a contrast to paleness of Spike. He was bigger than Spike, taller and broader. Her eyes moved lower. (Oh Goddess....) She leaned over and slowly licked at the tip of his cock. He groaned her name as she took him into her mouth. She felt the tip of Spike's cock enter her, sinking deep. She gasped sending Angel a bit deeper into her throat. The men set a rhythm. As Angel left the warmness of her mouth, Spike entered her. She was going crazy. She lost track of how many times she came. They seemed to go all night. Finally, both men came together, filling her body with their come and groaning her name.

Stretching, she smiled and said, "I guess patience is always rewarded. Hmm...I'm sleepy." She fell back on the bed.

The men moved beside her in the bed. Spike on one side, Angel on the other. Spike tucked her body into his, his arm possessively holding her to him. He was her primary mate and felt it his right to hold her while she slept. Angel faced her, calmly marveling at the wonder that was Willow.