Title: Controlling Chaos
Author: Elisabeth
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Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Willow/Spike/Angel
Summary: Sequel to 'All Out Uprising'. Willow's friends find out about her relationship with Spike.
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Dedication: For Gabrielle and Knightie who asked for/demanded a sequel.See Awards this story has won.
Controlling Chaos
Third in Rebellious SeriesWillow groaned as she rolled over in bed to glare at the cheerful song pouring out of the clock radio. For the first time that she could remember, Willow dreaded going to school. Not only did she feel a little guilty for skipping classes on Friday, but she was nervous about seeing Buffy.
Willow sighed and reached out to turn off the annoying song, but the cool arm draped around her tightened, pulling her closer to the hard body lying behind her.
"Going somewhere?" the rough British voice asked her, only barely awake.
Willow wriggled against him, trying to disentangle herself. "I've gotta go to school."
"Didn't we already have this conversation," he asked, lightly peppering her shoulders with kisses.
"Mm-hmm," Willow agreed, allowing herself to be momentarily distracted. She sighed and turned over to face her lover. "But that was three days ago."
"So?" Starting to wake up, he groaned, "What is that sodding noise?"
Willow giggled. "That's the radio alarm, the one you wouldn't let me reach to turn off." She giggled again as she was immediately released and she turned it off. "Better?"
"Not quite." He pulled her back to him, covering her lips with his. Willow moaned into his mouth and tangled her fingers in his soft blond locks as his hands ran along her spine.
With a final lingering kiss, he pulled back to look in her glazed eyes. "Mornin' Red."
"Mm, mornin' Spike." Willow turned her head to look at the clock. "Now I've really gotta get up."
"I'm already 'up'," Spike leered, pressing his erection into her hip.
"You know that's not what I meant," Willow blushed, lightly slapping his chest. "I have to go to school today."
"Now why would you want to do that when you could stay in bed with me?"
"Because it's what teenagers do. We go to school and learn the 3 R's so that we can graduate and then go on to college."
"Yeah, but what's one more day of playing hooky? I'll make it worth your while."
"Spike, as much as I'd love to, you know that I can't. For one thing, Buffy would never believe the sick excuse again. If I don't show up at school today Buffy will cut class and come over here and drive a stake through your heart." Willow placed an open mouthed kiss over the spot on his chest where his heart would be. "And I wouldn't want that to happen."
"You've got a point there." Spike reluctantly agreed.
Willow slipped from the bed and grabbed her robe on her way to the bathroom. Spike considered staying in bed, but the thought that he'd be stuck in her parents' house all day without his witch changed his mind. He climbed out of the nice warm bed and silently slipped into the bathroom. He pulled back the shower curtain and briefly admired the view of a wet Willow before climbing in with her.
"Spike, what are you doing?" Willow shrieked.
"I'm helping." He took the shampoo bottle from her and poured some into his palm then placed the bottle back on the shelf. He turned Willow around and began to rub the shampoo into her hair. "What's it look like I'm doing?"
"Trying to change my mind about leaving," Willow guessed. A quiet moan escaped as Spike massaged her scalp.
"Well, yeah." Willow squinted her eyes open to mock-glare at the vampire. He sighed and renewed his lathering. "Fine. Let's get you all nice and squeaky clean for school. You've got an innocent image to keep up."
Willow sighed, a soft smile gracing her face, as Spike moved her head under the spray of the shower and rinsed the shampoo from her hair. "That feels wonderful. Maybe one more day..." she murmured.
"Really?" Spike questioned, hope apparent in his voice.
Willow opened her eyes and caught Spike's hopeful look. She frowned, looking away. "No, not really. I'm just dreading seeing Buffy."
"Now why'd you have to go and ruin a perfectly good shower," Spike grumbled. He reached around Willow and turned the water off. He pulled back the curtain and grabbed a towel and began drying the redhead and then himself.
Willow nervously looked into Spike's eyes. "Do you... Do you think she told the others? Besides Angel I mean."
"Don't know, pet. What if she did?"
"I don't know. Xander'd have a fit. He'd probably grab a stake and rush out to find you. Hey! He hasn't tried staking you yet, so he must not know," Willow beamed, then just as quickly her face dropped. "But Giles... He'd probably stutter and clean his glasses, then try to stake you."
"At least Angel already knows," Spike smirked. If possible, the smirk grew as Willow blushed.
"You don't think he's upset that I didn't invite him back here last night do you?"
"Don't really care."
Willow headed back to her room, with Spike in tow. "It's just... this is my parents' house. It was one thing to be with both of you in your crypt, but that would just be too weird here. It's weird enough having you here. A good weird though. But I also know that you only put up with Angel because of me, and I wouldn't want you two to kill each other trapped together all day, just the two of you, in my parents' house."
"Don't fret so, luv. I get it, and you're right, we would have killed each other if trapped here all day together."
Spike pulled Willow against him, placing a soft kiss on her lips. Willow wrapped her arms around him, deepening the kiss for a moment, until she realized they were still naked, and Spike was still aroused.
She pushed away from him and started rummaging through her dresser, getting dressed as she went.
"You're no fun," Spike pouted, falling back on the bed. He watched her frantically dress, covering her fully blushing body under the layers - panties, bra, colorful tights, tank top, flowery skirt, fuzzy sweater.
"I wasn't trying to be fun." Willow ran a brush through her hair and glanced at the clock. "Eep. I'm gonna be late." She scurried around the room making sure everything was in her backpack that was supposed to be.
She almost made it out the door when she looked back over at Spike reclined on the bed. She stopped mid-step at the picture he made, lying naked on her bed, lightly stroking his cock as eyes followed her every movement. "Stop it," she whined.
"Stop what?" he leered, eyebrow raised.
"Stop being so damn sexy," she pouted, moving back towards the bed.
"Sorry. Nothin' I can do about that," he smugly replied, reaching out to pull her down on the bed.
"Has anyone ever told you you're a bad influence?"
"All the time. I revel in it. Demon y'know."
"Yeah, my own, personal demony bad influence." Willow kissed him, showing him just what kind of influence he was having on her. When Spike tried to pull her closer she pushed away, hopping off the bed.
"I'm sorry, but I've really gotta go now. Look, why don't you try to get some more sleep, then later feel free to watch some TV, we've got cable. School let's out around 3pm, but Buffy's probably going to guilt me into research. So, um, I don't know if I'll be back before sunset. If I'm not, then I'm still stuck at the library. But I don't think you should come there. I have no idea how likely Buffy's gonna be to stake you after I talk to her."
Spike stood and placed a finger over the still moving mouth. "You don't need to worry about me. I'm a big vampire. I can spend a day in a house alone. It'll be a lot more entertaining here than at the crypt. If you're not here at sunset I'll go get a bite to eat and wait for you near the library. Don't want you walking home at night by yourself." Willow smiled at him adoringly. Spike picked up her backpack and handed it to her. "Now off you go. Fill that beautiful head of yours full of knowledge."
"I'll miss you Spike," Willow shyly admitted, giving him a peck on the cheek before rushing out of the room.
"Me too, pet."
Part 2Willow made it school just in time for her first class. She was able to successfully avoid seeing Buffy until lunch. Unfortunately, in an attempt to hide from her in the library, she was immediately found.
Willow jumped in her chair when she heard Buffy and Xander entering the library. She nervously looked up and saw the disappointed look on Buffy's face. Xander looked back and forth between his two best friends, completely oblivious to the cause of the sudden tension.
"Now should I have brought a jacket?" he jokingly asked. "'Cause there is definitely a chill factor in here."
"What?" Willow asked, looking at her oldest friend. "No, no chilliness here. But, ah, Buffy and I have something we need to talk about. Giles, can we use your office?"
"Hm, oh, yes, of course," the older man distractedly responded, barely looking up from the tome in front of him.
Willow grabbed Buffy's arm and dragged her into Giles' office, closing the door behind them.
Xander dropped into a chair and bewilderedly looked at Giles. "So what's that about?"
Giles looked up and noticed that the girls were gone and Xander looked confused. He replayed the last few minutes in his head, recalling that Willow wished to speak privately with Buffy. "I'm not certain," he honestly answered. "But I have a feeling that it has to do with Willow's absence on Friday. As you know, it is very unusual for Willow to miss school, even for an illness. Buffy was also very distracted all weekend. So I would assume that she knows where Willow was when she wasn't here."
"And she didn't tell me?" Xander disbelievingly exclaimed. "I'm Willow's bestest bud! If something's going on with her that I don't know about then I should be told."
"If there is something happening in Willow's life, I'm sure that she will tell you when SHE is ready." Giles stated pointedly, hoping the subject was now closed.
~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~ Willow sat on Giles' desk, waiting for Buffy to say something, but after a couple of minutes of awkward silence, she still hadn't said anything.
"So, um, are we okay?" Willow ventured, raising her eyes to Buffy's face.
"I don't know. Are you still sleeping with Spike?" Buffy casually asked. Willow flinched anyway and nodded her head. "I just don't see what you see in him. He's a vampire, a soulless demon."
"I know that Buffy. Believe me, he reminds me of that quite frequently." Willow was smiling, but sobered at the horrified look on Buffy's face. "Not in a bad way. I mean, you know how Spike is. I'll say something and he'll say it's because he's a demon. Like this morning..."
"This morning!" Buffy yelled. Quieter she continued, "You were with him this morning? You came to school from his crypt?"
"No, we were at my house," Willow corrected, then bit her lip at the realization of what she had said.
"Your house?!" Buffy demanded. "You invited that thing into your home?!" Willow opened her mouth, but Buffy continued, "Of course you did. You invited him into your body, why not your home?"
Willow's face hardened. Before either of them knew what had happened Willow slapped Buffy. "Don't you ever speak to me that way again," she coldly stated. "I will tell you this one more time, and after that either you will continue to be my friend, or you will leave me alone. I like Spike. I like the way he makes me feel. He makes me realize things about myself that I never thought were possible. He makes me feel sexy, and desirable, like a woman. He's incredibly handsome and sexy and could probably have any woman he wanted, but he wants me. Me! If you can't be happy for me, then stay out of my life." Buffy opened her mouth to try one last protest, but Willow cut her off. "Don't you dare bring up the demon thing. You know that he's not like other demons. He helped you with the whole Acathala thing remember. And don't tell me he can't love, because he was in love with Drucilla for like a hundred years. And no, he's not in love with her anymore because she dumped him."
"Can I say something now?" Buffy ventured when Willow paused for breath.
"Go ahead," she allowed.
"I'm not ready to welcome Spike into the gang, but if this is really what you want, then I will promise not to stake him, as long as he doesn't hurt you."
"Really? Do you mean that?" Willow asked, not entire sure she believed Buffy, but desperately wanting to.
Buffy nodded and was quickly enveloped in a fierce hug. Willow whispered, "Thank you."
"But if he hurts you in any way..."
"He won't. I trust him Buffy."
"Right then." Buffy turned to head back into the main room, when Willow's voice stopped her.
"Um, are you going to tell Xander and Giles?"
Buffy slowly turned around, taking in the nervous stance of the redhead. She sighed. "No, I won't tell them, but you better do it soon, before they figure out Spike's back in town and try to dust him just for being here. Of course they'll really want to dust him once they find out..." A maniacal grin began to grow.
"Don't I know it," Willow rolled her eyes. "One more thing. What did Angel say to you after you sicked him on us?"
"Oh, um, he said that as much as he hated to admit it, he didn't think Spike was going to hurt you and that you deserved to be happy. And if I was smart I wouldn't get in the way."
"He was right you know."
"I know," Buffy sighed. "Sorry 'bout that by the way."
"S'okay. At least he was able to get through to you."
"Anyway, he said he'd stop by the research session tonight to see how things were going between us." Buffy tossed over her shoulder as she rejoined Xander and Giles.
Willow followed, trying to hide her worry over seeing Angel again so soon after their weekend. She didn't know how she was going to be able to behave normally around him after having spent the better part of two days, and nights, in bed with him with Spike.
Part 3Willow was so deeply engrossed in trying to find information on the mayor that she didn't notice when Angel quietly entered the library. He took stock of the room - Xander napping on an open book, Buffy sparring with Giles - before making his way to Willow. He took a moment to simply enjoy watching her, her brow furrowed in concentration, bottom lip caught between her teeth.
With a slight grin in place Angel snuck behind the hacker and whispered in her ear, "Hey there gorgeous," before brushing his lips along the shell of her ear.
With an "Eep" Willow jumped out of her chair, nearly tripping over Angel. "Angel, don't do that."
Willow's loud exclamation caught the attention of the others in the room. More accurately, it caused Giles and Buffy to pause in the actions and look at the pair and Xander to startle to wakefulness and fall out of his chair.
"What's going on? What happened?" he asked from his position on the floor.
"Nothing. Angel just scared me."
"Did he do that stealthy thing again?" Buffy asked.
"Uh huh."
"I told you we need to get a bell for him," Xander said, pulling himself back into his chair.
"What brings you here, Angel?" Giles asked.
Angel exchanged a look with Buffy before saying, "I need a word with Willow, in private."
"Of course," Giles said, as if there was nothing strange about Angel needing to talk privately with Willow. "Willow, will you be needing my office again?"
Willow glanced at the large window that looked into Giles' office. She nibbled her lip for a moment before shaking her head. "That's not necessary, Giles. We'll just go talk in the stacks."
Angel silently followed the self-conscious girl into the rarely used back room.
"What's that all about?" Xander asked the room in general. "Does this have anything to do with the little pow-wow you and Willow had earlier?"
Buffy stared after her friends, not entirely comfortable about the way they were acting. In a far-off voice she said, "It might."
~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~ When they reached the far end of the room Willow turned to face Angel. "So what'd you need to talk about?"
Angel closed the distance between them, wrapping his arms around her. He lowered his head until their mouths were almost touching before he huskily said, "I missed you last night." He took her mouth in a fiery kiss, showing the redhead how much she was missed.
Willow kissed him back with equal passion, her hands clenching his shoulders, her body pressed tightly against his. She could feel his arousal swell against her belly and moaned into his mouth. When her need for oxygen became desperate Willow broke the kissed, but kept their bodies melded together. "I missed you too," she breathed. "You understand why, right?"
Angel idly ran his hands through her hair in a comforting gesture. "Of course I understand, little one. This must be incredibly overwhelming for you." Willow nodded her head in agreement. "I'm willing to give you all the space you need."
"Not just yet though, right?" Willow ran her hands over his ass, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Willow, I'm shocked," Angel feigned disbelief at her actions. "In the library no less."
"What can I say, I've always loved books." Willow pulled his head back down to hers. As soon as their lips connected, Willow ran her tongue against his lips, begging entry, which was instantly granted. Her tongue explored the cool recess, running over blunt teeth, caressing his tongue. When she retreated, Angel followed into her mouth, reciprocating her caresses.
Finally the reality of the situation forced itself into Willow's lust-addled brain. She pushed herself away from Angel, taking a step back. "Oh my God, Angel. We can't do this here. We're in the library, and everyone's out there. And I promised Spike to not do this when he isn't there."
Angel recaptured her mouth, to quiet her before she broke into a full-blown panic attack.
"It's okay, Willow. I do understand. I may not like Spike's little rule, but I won't do anything to get myself kicked out of your bed. I shouldn't have kissed you in the first place, but I couldn't help myself," he sheepishly admitted.
"This is going to be really hard isn't it? I mean, I see you all the time with the gang what with all the evil fighting we do together. You know that they can't know about us, right?"
"I know. It'll be hard enough for them to accept you with Spike. How's that going by the way? Buffy seemed awfully quiet."
"Well, after I said that she has no right to tell me who I can or can't date and that Spike makes me happy and I'd cut her out if she tried to press the issue she said that she isn't ready to welcome him with open arms, but wouldn't dust him, unless he hurt me, of course." Willow grinned. "I think what you said to her helped."
"I just tried to make her realize that you're a grown woman now, capable of making her own decisions. And when it comes to a woman's love life, I've learned not to get between her and the object of her affection. Especially when that's exactly where I'd prefer to be."
"Now don't start that again." Willow admonished him, then sighed. "I suppose we should probably get back out there."
"Do the others know yet?"
"No, just Buffy, and she said she'd let me tell them. I just don't know how."
"It can wait another until another night. Are you about ready to leave? I can walk you home."
"Thanks. I really should get going. I left Spike alone in my house all day. He said that he'd wait for me not far from the library if I was still here after sundown."
"Well then, let's not keep him waiting."
Part 4Spike stood in the shadows waiting for his witch to emerge from the library. He didn't completely understand why she'd rather spend her time locked away with a bunch of books, and the Slayer, when she could be at home, shagging him.
He had just finished lighting a cigarette when he heard her musical laughter. He looked up to see her nearing him, with his sire in tow. "Oh that's just bloody wonderful," he muttered to himself. He had hoped it'd be just him and his witch tonight, but it looked like that wouldn't be the case. He took a drag on his cigarette, taking a moment to calm down before stepping under the light.
With a grin firmly in place he greeted them. "Willow, there you are, I was starting to worry they had you under lock and key in there." Spike wrapped the startled redhead in his arms, planting a firm kiss on her lips. When he pulled back he turned and finally acknowledged, "Peaches."
"Spike," Angel replied, trying to keep his annoyance at Spike's possessive display under control.
"Sorry 'bout that. But I told you Buffy would probably guilt me into helping research tonight. Luckily Angel showed up and was able to get me released."
"Well, thanks for that," Spike said reluctantly. "I was getting awful lonesome for my Red." He relaxed his embrace, but kept an arm around Willow's waist. Looking at down with her, leer in place, he asked, "So where to now, luv? Home to shag?"
Willow shyly glanced at Angel, who was anxiously awaiting her answer. He knew that if she said "home" that meant he was to be excluded for another night.
"Actually, I thought we could go all go to Angel's," Willow nervously admitted.
Angel's face lit up with his grin, "That's fine by me."
Spike stuck his bottom lip out in a pout, but he had already assumed that she'd suggest going somewhere Angel could join in. He could smell them all over each other. Grumbling, he agreed, "All right."
The threesome headed off towards the Crawford Street mansion with Willow filling Spike in on what had happened with Buffy. He was very relieved to hear that he was in no immediate danger of being turned into a pile of dust.
Once inside the mansion, both vamps could feel the nervousness pouring off Willow. They exchanged a look as the girl sat on the couch, unsure of what she should do now that they were alone. As much as she wanted them, she had no idea how to get things started.
Silently Spike headed into the kitchen to get the girl something to drink as Angel began building a fire in the hearth. Spike returned, handing Willow a glass of water. She thanked him and took a sip, then set the glass on a table. Spike sat beside her, pulling her to lean against him.
Once Angel had the fire burning properly he took a seat on Willow's other side. They spent several minutes simply watching the flames. The heat from the fire calmed Willow.
She sighed with contentment when she felt Spike brushing the hair off her neck only to have his lips replace his fingers. She turned her head to allow him greater access and found her face inches from Angel's.
Angel traced a finger down her cheek and over her lips. They parted and her tongue darted out to flick at his fingertip. Angel's lips quirked into a smirk briefly before they descended to capture Willow's. She eagerly responded to his kiss. One hand rose to entangle in his hair as the other reached back to hold Spike's head in place.
Spike's hand slid under Willow's sweater, pulling her tank top from her skirt. She broke the kiss with Angel to hiss with pleasure as Spike's cool fingers grazed her belly. Spike took advantage of her free mouth to capture it with his own. Angel nibbled on Willow's earlobe for several moments before moving his way down her neck.
The next time Willow pulled back for air she found herself quickly divested of both her sweater and tank, with her bra following shortly. Moments later her breasts were being laved by cool tongues. Willow moaned at the contact, wondering why she had ever been nervous. As she felt their hands moving up her thighs she managed to find words long enough to utter, "Bedroom."
Immediately she found herself being lifted by Spike as Angel led the way to his room. Spike gently set her on the large bed and began divesting her the remainder of her clothing. As Willow's clothes were removed she watched Angel strip. When he was naked he joined her on the bed and they both watched Spike tear off his clothes and jump on the bed.
Willow giggled at Spike's enthusiasm and pulled his mouth to hers. She parted her lips, inviting his tongue into her. Her hands explored his back as his tongue explored her mouth. She didn't notice as Angel parted her thighs, squealing in surprise into Spike's mouth and digging her nails into his shoulders when she felt Angel blow on her clit.
Knowing he now had her attention, Angel went to work bringing Willow as much pleasure as possible. She was warm and wet, and Angel reveled in the taste of her. His tongue alternately lapped at and flicked her clit, occasionally nibbling with blunt teeth. Willow was writhing under his assault. She moaned loudly when Spike slid one, then two fingers into her sopping channel. She was so close - her body was taught with her impending climax, her breath was coming in shallow pants. She idly thanked the goddess that Spike's mouth was now worrying her nipple because she could barely breathe as it was. Spike abruptly switched breasts, biting Willow's nipple. Her breath caught in her throat for a moment as she went over the edge, finally screaming out her pleasure.
As Willow lay panting, Spike took in his sire's face, covered in his lover's juices. With lust-filled eyes, he leaned into Angel, licking Willow's climax from his face. Angel was initially startled. When his face was clean, Angel pulled Spike in to a brutal kiss. Their demons came out to play and reacquaint themselves with each other. Tongues were sliced as they roughly explored each other's mouths, enjoying the taste of their blood combined with Willow's release.
Reluctantly they separated when they each felt a small hand caressing their backs. They turned to Willow, allowing their human masks to slip back into place. She kissed first Spike, then Angel, each with the same amount of passion.
Willow found herself being pulled over Angel as he lay on his back. She was straddling his waist, poised above his erection. Slowly, Spike helped lower her onto Angel. His hands remained on her hips, aiding her movements. He leaned in to whisper in her ear, "You think you're ready for both of us?"
Willow stilled and tensed as she felt Spike run a finger between her butt cheeks. She turned worried eyes to look at him over her shoulder, bottom lip caught between her teeth. "Will it hurt?"
"Maybe a little at first, but the end result is nothing but pleasure," Spike reassured her in a very seductive voice, locking eyes with Angel.
"Okay," she whispered.
Angel replaced Spike's hands on Willow's hips as Spike ran his hand between their bodies, coating his fingers in her juices. Angel sat up, capturing Willow's mouth in a deeply passionate kiss to help her relax. Willow's hands tightened on Angel's shoulders as she felt Spike gently work a finger into her back passage. After the initial discomfort began to pass, she relaxed and Spike was able to add a second finger, then a third, spreading her wider.
Willow pulled out of the kiss to take a huge gulp of air when Spike removed his fingers from inside her. Once again he reached between Willow and Angel this time coating his cock with her juices. He peppered her shoulders with kisses, before whispering, "Try to relax," in her ear.
Willow nodded and tried to do as he said, pulling Angel back into a fierce kiss. His hands held her hips in place as Spike positioned himself behind Willow. She bit Angel's lip as she felt Spike push his way inside her virginal passage, her vaginal muscles clamping down on Angel. Angel hissed from both the bite and the pressure. Spike paused when he made it past the first ring of muscle before slowly working his entire length inside of Willow.
Willow sighed when she felt Spike completely embedded in her, along with Angel. Angel and Spike once again locked eyes and by an unspoken understanding they slowly pulled back at the same time. Willow's eyes went wide and she gasped at the sensation of them moving simultaneously... and then they entered her again. Her eyes closed and she moaned in pleasure. Spike was right.
Willow held her body still as her two vamps moved inside of her. She rested her hands on Angel's chest, fingers reflexively digging into the well-defined muscles. Her breathing began to speed up again as she felt her orgasm near. The sensations her vamps were creating in her were overwhelming. It didn't take long for her body to respond to all of the powerful sensations running through her and she spiraled into bliss.
Spike couldn't believe how incredibly tight and hot it was inside Willow. He knew that she'd enjoy this, almost as much as he was. Not only was he tightly ensconced inside her body, but he could feel his sire through the thin wall separating them. That extra stimulation when they rubbed against each other was amazing. The knowledge that they were BOTH bringing his witch so much pleasure felt so overwhelmingly right. It wasn't one or the other bringing her pleasure - they weren't competing for her attentions - right now, they were equals. When Willow's muscles tightened around him as she cried out her release, Spike joined her, flooding her with his cool seed.
Angel watched with fascination as Willow's face exhibited everything she was feeling. He saw her wince in pain when Spike entered her, then relax as she became accustomed to the sensation, then shine with pleasure and finally release. Alternately he watched Spike's face - his pleasure at being embedded in Willow at the same time as himself. He could easily read his childe's contentment with the situation, mirroring his sentiments that at that moment in time, they were equals in pleasuring the redhead between them. He gritted his teeth when Willow clenched around him in orgasm, then felt Spike's release through the thin wall that separated them. He finally lost control as well, joining his lovers in oblivion.
Willow moaned as Spike pulled out of her then eased her off of Angel. They collapsed on the bed next to him with Willow in the middle of a vampire sandwich.
She managed to turn her head towards Spike and bring a hand up to rest on his cheek. "You were right," she breathlessly told him. "That was amazing."
"Knew you'd like it, pet."
After several silent minutes Willow groaned. Instantly both vamps were leaning over her wearing concerned expressions, both asking what was wrong.
"Don't wanna go," she whined.
Angel sighed. "You don't have to go anywhere, little one."
"Yes, I do." She struggled to a semi-sitting position, resting on her elbows. "Gotta go home. I've got school tomorrow. My clothes are there."
Spike eased Willow back down on the bed. "Don't worry, luv. I'll go and get you some clothes and be back before dawn. Get some rest or you'll never wake up tomorrow."
She tried sitting up again, but was pressed back down by two sets of hands. She tried to protest, "But..."
"But nothing," Spike interrupted. "You're nearly asleep as it is. The great Poof here will set the alarm so that you can have a nice long bath in the mornin' and still make it to school in plenty of time."
Too tired to argue further, Willow relaxed back against Angel. "M'kay. Have a safe trip. Keys are in my bag."
Spike chuckled as Willow drifted off.
Angel reached across her and pulled Spike into a quick kiss. "Hurry back, boy."
With a glint in his eyes, Spike eagerly replied, "Yes, sire." He hopped off the bed and dressed quickly. He brushed his lips across Willow's forehead before heading off to grab a few sets of clothing from her house.
Part 5Xander found Willow in the lounge before classes the next morning. She was deeply engrossed in the textbook in front of her, trying to get caught up from not doing extra studying the night before, like she normally would have done.
The brunette dropped down on the couch next to the redhead, startling the girl. She looked up and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw who had startled her.
"Don't do that Xan!" she admonished him.
"Sorry," he sheepishly apologized. "Had to get your attention somehow."
"Sorry, I've been kinda out of it lately."
"Yeah, I noticed." Xander picked at a loose thread on the cushion. Finally he blurted out, "Are you avoiding me?"
"What? No, of course not. Why would you think that?" Willow knew she hadn't been spending much time with Xander lately, what with the fluking so recently, but she didn't think it was that bad – just giving them some space.
"It's just… well, you and Buffy have been all secretive lately and I'm feeling out of the loop. And you're never home when I call. I even swung by your house this morning to see if you wanted to walk over together, but you weren't there," he glumly told her.
Willow mentally kicked herself. She knew it was a bad idea for her to stay over at Angel's last night with him and Spike. She willed herself not to blush as to why she was too tuckered out to leave.
"Yeah, I, uh, wanted to get to school early today. I'm sorry I missed you, but you found me now," Willow said with a hopeful look on her face, praying he wouldn't guess she hadn't slept at home.
"You and school. I'll never get why you like it here so much. Now me, I wait as long as possible to get here, unless you walk with me, of course."
"Well, this is where the books live, and the learning happens, and there are people here…" Willow drifted off.
Picking up on that last admission, Xander asked, "So when are the 'rents due back in town?"
"Day after tomorrow. You'd think I'd be used to it by now," Willow sighed. It was a sigh of mixed emotions – she was glad that her parents would be back, yet they never really paid attention to her when they were there. She also dreaded having to tell Spike no more sleepovers while her parents were in town.
"There's something else you're not telling me," Xander accused. Willow stared at him with wide eyes, ready to make some kind of explanation, but he continued. "Look, I know we're not as close as we used to be, before the fluke. And I get it, really, I do. But it feels like you're hiding something important, and we've never done that before."
Willow raised an eyebrow, simply pointing out, "Cordelia ring any bells?"
"And we all saw how that turned out." Xander joked. He immediately sobered at what she was inadvertently implying. "Ohmygod! You're dating someone."
"No I'm not," she quickly lied, not meeting his eyes.
"You are," he insisted. "Willow's got a boy-friend. Willow's got a boy-friend," he teased in a sing-song voice loud enough to cause a few heads to turn their way.
Willow clamped a hand over his mouth. "Xander, stop that. Okay, I admit it. I'm dating someone. Now be quiet."
Xander immediately calmed down, a mixture of triumph and disappointment crossing his face. "So who is it? And why didn't you want me to know? You told Buffy," he pouted.
"Not exactly. Buffy kinda found out the hard way – she walked in on us while we were…" she trailed off, blushing furiously.
Xander's eyes grew so wide Willow thought they might pop out of his head, and this being the Hellmouth, that could happen quite literally. "You don't mean… You can't possibly mean… But you're a…"
"Not anymore," she shyly admitted, wondering if her face could get any redder.
"Who is he?" Xander coldly demanded. A million thoughts were running through his head. He knew she wasn't back with Oz, and it certainly wasn't him. He couldn't remember seeing any guys hanging around Willow lately except… "Is it Percy?"
"Of course not," she laughed. "Why would you think it was him?"
"Well, he's the only new guy in your life that I could think of. Then who is it? Are you ashamed to tell me?"
"No, I'm not ashamed. I just don't think you'll react well when I tell you who it is. That's the only reason that I haven't told you yet."
"I'm on the edge of my seat here, Will. Spill it."
Willow took a deep, calming breath, then another. She looked directly in Xander's eyes as she quietly said, "It's Spike."
"What's spiked?" Xander obliviously asked. Then his brain caught up to his mouth and he started shaking his head. "No, no, no, no, no. NO! Don't tell me that you are dating, no sleeping with, that sadistic drunken vampire."
"Xander, calm down," Willow pleaded. This was going just about how she'd expected.
"Calm down!" he yelled, then noticing that all eyes were now on them, he at least quieted. "How can you ask me to be calm after dropping a bombshell like that?"
"Well, at least now you know why you didn't know yet," Willow nervously joked.
"How did this happen," he dejectedly asked, resting his head in his hands.
"I'm not really sure." At Xander's incredulous look she continued. "Okay. It started about a week ago. Remember the night we met that vampire version of me?" Xander nodded. "Well, I was on my way to the library when Spike's car pulled up next to me. I was still feeling all rebellious so when he kissed me I let him."
"But he's a vampire," Xander pointed out. "He spent most of last year trying to kill all of us."
"I know, but he did eventually help Buffy to stop Angelus from activating Acathala."
"But that was only to get Drusilla back."
"As you very well know, Drusilla left him."
"Yeah, I have the scar to prove that. For god's sake, he kidnapped us so that you'd do that love spell to get her back."
"I guess that brings us back to how this all started. Spike told me that night, last week, that I really made an impression on him that night. He decided that he didn't really want Dru anymore… that he wanted me." Willow paused, waiting for Xander's reaction.
A small grin graced Xander's face, remembering that night in the factory – that perfect moment before they were rescued. "Well who could blame him? At least he's got good taste. So what happened? He told you you're the woman of his dreams and you fell into bed together?"
"Of course not! What do you take me for? And no, he didn't rape me. All we did that night was kiss and stuff. Although he did get a little surprise." Willow's eyes lit up mischievously.
"I know that look. What did you do?" Xander asked, half afraid of the answer.
"Can you keep a secret? I haven't even told Buffy this yet." Xander nodded his head eagerly, especially if it meant he got to be the first to know something. Willow looked around to make sure no one was watching them, then leaned back and lifted the hem of her top, showing off her bellybutton ring. She quickly lowered her top and looked back to Xander's face.
Once he recovered his voice, Xander leered, "Wills, you vixen you. When did you get that?"
"Last week, before I saw Spike. I told you I was feeling rebellious." She shrugged.
"So when did you two become l… become l… start sleeping together?"
"Are you sure you want to hear about this?"
"Not really, but I gotta know."
Willow blew out her cheeks. "Okay. It was a couple of days after that first night. And before you say anything, yes I know that's fast. It felt right. It's just… he makes me feel… special."
"And I didn't?" Xander asked.
"You see, this is why I didn't want to get into this with you."
"You're avoiding the question," he pointed out.
"I know. Are you really sure you want to hear this?" Xander soberly nodded. "No, you didn't make me feel like he does. Don't get me wrong, even though I was wracked with guilt, I really enjoyed what we did together. But now that I think about it, a big part of that probably had to do with the fact that I'd wanted to kiss you for like, ever. And then you suddenly wanted me too, but we were both with other people and it was all secretive…"
"Okay, I get the picture," Xander cut her off. He knew she'd just babble in circles if she was left alone to continue. "So I was your guilty pleasure, and Spike makes you feel special."
"Yes. I don't even really know how to describe it. I mean, I know that he's an evil soulless demon who could kill me in a heartbeat. And yes, that's really exciting. You know, before that first night, I never really thought of myself as being into dangerous guys. But just look at my track record: demon robot, werewolf, best friend who was dating someone else, and now vampire."
"And you're not afraid that he might get carried away and kill you?"
"I'm really not. I trust him Xander. Even though he's all those things, he is really sweet with me. And if you ever tell him I said that, he'll flip. But that doesn't make it less true. He didn't do anything to pressure me into anything. He said that when I said to stop he would, and did, and wasn't upset about it."
"So how did Buffy find out?"
"Well, um, like I said," Willow started blushing again. "She kinda walked in on us. She was out on patrol and I think she heard me calling out Spike's name." Willow couldn't look at Xander as she spoke, so she missed his impression of a fish out of water. "She burst through the door thinking he was hurting someone. You should have seen the look of mortification on her face when she realized that we weren’t just kissing against the wall," Willow giggled, finally looking at Xander. "Actually, it looked something like that."
Xander open and closed his mouth several times before swallowing hard. "You were… wall… not kissing. Willow!" Xander was overwhelmed by the images running through his head, his hands immediately pulling his book bag to cover his lap.
"Hey, you said you wanted to know." Noticing his blanched expression, she asked, "Are you okay? You're looking a little peeked."
He swallowed a couple of times. "Yeah, I'll be fine. It's just… I never would have expected… a wall?"
Willow giggled, "Don't worry, that wasn't the first time." She was now getting a twisted satisfaction out of making Xander squirm.
"Stop enjoying this," he complained.
"I'm sorry, but you did ask for it."
"I know, I know. So how did Buffy take it?"
"About the same as you, except she had the visual."
"And Spike's not a pile of dust?"
"No, he's not. I explained to her that Spike didn't force himself on me and that he makes me happy. And Spike pointed out that she's one to talk because she and Angel were together."
"I'm not thinking that was the winning argument."
"It wasn't, but it gave her something to think about."
"And she's okay with this now?"
"Kinda, but she had several days to process it. She said that as long as Spike doesn't hurt me she won't dust him."
"How'd you manage that?"
"I think what Angel said to her helped."
"Hold up a minute. Angel knew before me?"
Willow winced. "Uh, yeah. You see, Buffy went straight from Spike's crypt to Angel's. She told him about what she saw and sent him over to try and talk some sense into me."
"That obviously didn't work. Were you at least clothed by the time he got there?"
"Sorta, I was covered by a sheet." Xander's jaw dropped, again. Willow wasn't sure of the best way to continue, since Angel didn't actually do or say anything to try to change her mind about Spike. "He said that Buffy told him about what she saw and he just wanted to make sure that I was doing this willingly. Angel knows better than anyone else that Spike has a tender side and that if he really cares about me, which he does, that he wouldn't do anything to hurt me. And he told that to Buffy."
Xander leaned his head against the back of the couch and closed his eyes. His Willow was no longer HIS Willow. She had willingly given herself to someone else, and not just anyone, but Spike. 'Well,' he told himself, 'at least it wasn't Angel.'
"So am I the last to know?" he asked, raising his head.
"Well, Giles doesn't know yet."
"Can I be there when you tell him," Xander asked, a devious glint in his eye.
"I know that look Mr. Harris. What are you planning?"
Xander rubbed his hands together in a way completely in conflict with his falsely-innocent answer. "What? Me planning something? It's just… can't you just imagine his face? And the stuttering and glasses polishing that's going to occur?"
"Yes, I can. And the lecture that will follow." Willow sighed. "Promise me you won't say anything until I'm ready."
Xander paused, letting Willow fret for a minute. "Okay, I promise. Just make sure I'm there when he finds out."
"Deal. So how are you dealing with all this?"
"I'll deal. There's nothing I can say to convince you to not see him is there?"
"Nope," Willow shook her head.
"And he really makes you happy?" Xander pressed.
"More than," Willow blushed.
"Okay. How about this… I'll take the same stance as Buffy for now. I won't stake him unless he hurts you."
"Thank you," Willow squealed, hugging him. "I know this will take some getting used to. I'm not even used to it myself yet. But I really do enjoy being with him."
"I can see that. I've got a lot of stuff to process. And I just know that I am going to be having some very interesting dreams for a while, thanks to you."
Xander's teasing was interrupted by a throat being cleared behind them. The friends looked up to see Snyder looking down on them. "Ms. Rosenberg, Mr. Harris. I believe the first bell rang several minutes ago. Don't you have classes to get to?"
"Yes, sir, Mr. Snyder, sir," Xander saluted.
Willow stood, pulling Xander to his feet. "We were just on our way now," she informed the principal. They hurried off down the hall, away from his disapproving eyes.
"Thanks Xander," Willow whispered as they neared the classroom.
"For what?" he asked.
"For still being my friend."
"Always, Willow. Always." He hugged her briefly and ran off to his first class.