TITLE: Yours, Mine and Ours
AUTHORS: Monique & The Eileen
EMAIL: Valjean131@aol.com & firstname.lastname@example.org
SUMMARY: Willow decides that being bad could turn out to be a good thing.
DISCLAIMER: Joss is God, we are but humble servants playing with his creation. May Aly, James & Tony forgive us for what we do with their avatars.
RATING: Overall 15 (violence/language/sexual situations) will eventually have some 18
FEEDBACK: Please? Were begging!
DISTRIBUTION: Strange Brew, Fever of Fate, Bite Me Please, French Monkeyness, Willow's Guys, Love Unknown... anyone else, just ask
TIMELINE: Season 4 - just hours after "Something Blue"
NOTES: OT now, but Giles will soon make another appearance soon. Honest!
"'Nother cookie?" Willow asked Giles hopefully as she held out yet another plate of sweets.
His eyes were slightly glazed over as the sugar high was starting to wear off. "No, no. I think I reached my limit a few dozen ago."
Willow smiled sadly, and her face fell.
"I'll have another," Spike offered.
The loud ringing from the telephone interrupted what was sure to be a sarcastic comment from Giles. "Hello?" Giles answered. "What? Really?" He frowned and looked from Spike to Willow and back again. "Yes, yes. I know you wouldn't make this up, Xander. -- Yes, I'm sure you'd rather be doing -- things with fruit rollups," He rolled his eyes and sighed. "Yes, yes. Tell Buffy I'll be there shortly." He hung up the phone and pursed his lips.
"Trouble?" Willow asked nervously. "More me fallout?"
He waved his hand dismissively. "Slight residual demon," he said absently.
"I'll go," she announced. "It's my mess, so I'll clean it up."
Giles frowned. "I think not," he said curtly. "You can stay here and keep an eye on Spike." He looked uneasily at the vampire. He was tied up, but still. He frowned and glowered at the blonde.
"Be nice," he warned him.
Spike snorted. "Like an angel," he said bitterly.
Giles looked down at Willow. "If he gives you any trouble, stake him."
"You sure I couldn't go? Maybe die bravely? Something really martyr-y? De-guilt myself?"
Giles looked into her beautiful emerald eyes. They seemed to be able to hold a sadness like no other's. He fought back the urge to comfort her. Hold her. Caress--
"Don't you have a demon to fight?" Spike prompted, interrupting Giles' thoughts.
"Hmm?" he said distractedly, not ready to look away just yet. "Right," he said finally. He turned and glared at the vampire, who smiled in return.
"Don't worry, mate. Red and I will find some way to pass the time," he said with smirk.
Giles grunted and handed Willow a stake. With another pointed glance at Spike he hurried into the night.
Willow flopped down onto the sofa and idly twirled the stake in her hand. After a few minutes of silence, Willow let out a long ragged sigh.
Spike rolled his eyes.
The silence stretched out further, then the vampire heard a small sniffle. The sniffle grew into another and then another.
The vampire winced. There was something about a woman crying that was always like a stake through his heart, so to speak.
"Are you crying?" he said sharply, annoyed that he was actually feeling something for these people.
"No," she said, trying to sound like she wasn't crying.
He sighed. "It's not worth balling over. You made a mistake," he reasoned. "True, some of your friends almost died. But there are worse things."
"Ohhhh," she wailed in dismay and the sobs came quicker.
The sound of her tears was really too much to bear. "Oh, bloody hell," he rasped as he reached behind the chair he was tied to and undid the ropes.
He slid onto the couch next to her and tentatively touched her shoulder. "There, there," he said awkwardly.
She turned and buried her face into his chest. The stake, still in her hand, waived precariously in front of Spike's face. He frowned and pried it from her fingers, tossing it behind the sofa.
He pulled her closer. "Now, kitten, it's not so terrible really," he soothed.
"I'm a bad, bad person," she moaned.
He shook his head. "Shush. No, you're not. *I'm* a bad person. I ought to know."
She sniffled and looked up at him. "You're not so bad."
He snorted. "Well, I would be if I could, I promise you that!" Spike protested. "No reason to be insulting."
"I'm sorry," she said meekly, looking so small. "I know you'd kill me if you could," she offered sweetly.
He sighed and frowned, wondering if he really would kill her now if he had the chance. "Yes, well. Kind of a moot point isn't it?" he grumbled.
Willow nodded in understanding and rested her head against his chest. He continued to soothe her, absently caressing her hair.
"Giles thinks I'm a bad person," Willow said sadly.
"Giles is a pillock," Spike said bluntly. Willow giggled. He brushed away her tears. "You and me, Red. We're just misunderstood, that's what it is."
"Yeah," she said softly lifting her head and smiling tentatively.
Spike found himself in the same position Giles had earlier. Looking into the loveliest emerald eyes. Eyes full of pain and loss. Eyes struggling not to cry. Eyes that seemed to draw him in. They gazed at each other for a long moment. Willow's breathing grew shallower and her eyes bigger. She could feel - something - spark between them.
Without thinking, Spike lowered his head and brushed a light kiss across her lips. She gasped slightly, and he took advantage of the opening of her lips to steal another kiss. This one longer and deeper.
He pressed his lips to hers and slid his tongue along the slight opening. There was a moment of hesitation and then her whole body relaxed slightly as she allowed him to draw her completely into his arms. He slid his tongue along hers and then tickled the roof of her mouth. The small moan she gave caused his skin to prickle, as if electricity danced over him. He deepened the kiss further and then her tongue joined his in the dance.
Spike pushed her further back on the couch. For the first time that evening, her mind wasn't on the pain she felt over Oz or her guilt over what happened to her friends. She was enjoying the sheer pleasure of simple sensation. The roughness of his tongue, the sweetness of his lips, the smooth touch of his hands tracing fire through her veins, the satisfying press of his body, his weight, against her. His hand caressed her hair, her cheek, her neck while his mouth continued its assault on hers.
Her neck, it called to him. He could feel the warmth of the blood pulsing through her veins; hear her pulse flutter rapidly underneath the thin, white skin of her neck. She had a sweet seductive smell that was all her own. He finally released her mouth and moved slowly along her jaw to the crook of her neck. He heard her small gasps as she tried to breathe and relished his power over her. Her skin tasted sweeter than he could have imagined. He was glad to finally get the taste of Slayer out of his mouth.
He kissed his way back up to her mouth and captured it again. She clung to him as if she were drowning. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him as close to her as she could. She was oblivious to where she was and nearly oblivious to whom she was kissing. Instinct and need drove her passions.
Spike found himself falling deeper under the spell Willow's body was casting over him. The taste of her, the smell of her, the feel of her - all of it overwhelming him.
Her vulnerability had always attracted him - but her shakily defiant courage in the face of his threats the previous year had touched something in him. When he'd seen her in the dorm room that night - Spike had been disappointed, but not for the reason Willow had thought. It was Buffy he wanted to kill - not Willow. He'd never wanted to -kill- the redhead. But he wouldn't allow himself that sort of weakness, but he had his pride, so he attacked her. He still wasn't sure if he was more angry or relieved that he'd been unable to do anything then.
But he could do something now. He could finally have his way with the witch. She had been teasing at the edge of his mind for the last few months. He would take her now. Take her, use her and be done with her. He broke the kiss long enough to allow her some oxygen and started pulling her shirt over her head. He wanted to be able to touch and taste all of her, and tonight he would not be denied.
The cool air on her chest caused her eyes to pop open and her brain to engage. Spike. She was kissing Spike. No, more than that; she was making out with Spike. On the couch. On *Giles'* couch. She was making out with Spike on Giles' couch. 'Oh gods,' she thought to herself. 'What *am* I doing?' She heard the small plop of her shirt hitting the floor as she looked into the passion-filled eyes of the vampire she was supposed to be "keeping an eye on".
"Noooo, no-no-no-no-no," she suddenly stuttered, trying to push Spike away, to push herself into a sitting position and cover her exposed chest. Since she was trying to do three things at once, none of them succeeded very well. Spike raised an eyebrow at the suddenly jittery witch and then frowned. "What's the matter, kitten?" he asked. "Are you cold? I'll warm you up soon enough"
"No, not cold. Well, yes, cold, but we can't do this here," Willow squeaked.
Spike gave her a sly grin, "Well, I've been sleeping the in bathtub, darlin'. The couch is much more comfortable, I assure you."
"No-no," Willow shook her head. "I mean we *can't* do *this*."
"Can't we?" he said seductively.
"It's-it's wrong. I shouldn't -- You shouldn't - We shouldn't."
Willow looked ready to cry again and Spike frowned. "Why not?"
"I'm in love with Oz!" she blurted. Spike's eyes narrowed with anger. "What's that got to do with anything?" he asked sharply.
"I shouldn't be k-kissing you," she offered. "It's not right - he's, he's..."
"He's not here." Willow winced at the brutal words. "He left, remember, Red? Left you behind - Look at me, Red." Spike said. She shook her head, but he pushed her chin up and commanded, "Willow, look at me." She raised her eyes to his. The passion was still there compounded with something else she wasn't sure she wanted to name.
"He's gone. But we're here. You and me. Why shouldn't we take a little 'comfort' in each other's arms? Who's it gonna hurt? Him? Ha, don't make me laugh," Spike said bitterly. "Are you gonna sit waiting for him to come back? Wait, and be the 'good little girl' everybody thinks you are?" Spike made his voice as mocking as possible. "Well, I know better, Red. You aren't all sweetness and light. You don't always have to do what you're expected to do. Go with your instincts."
"But, but I'm no good at instincts," said Willow angrily.
"How do you know? Have you ever tried?" Spike looked scornful. "Or have you been a little, goody-two-shoes your whole life. Always doing the 'right thing'? Haven't you ever wanted to be even just a little bit bad?"
"I've tried. It doesn't work. Look at tonight! Things always go wrong!" Willow was almost shouting, trying to block out his words. His tone wasn't seductive, it was mocking, but the words themselves touched something in her that wanted desperately to just let go.
"Always?" Spike asked skeptically.
"Yes, alw..." Willow started, but suddenly she was confronted with an image from her past. Percy. Percy doing his homework. Percy jumping at her command. That one piece of "being bad" had actually worked out pretty well. "Well, nearly always. I don't do bad very well." Her voice had trailed off uncertainly.
The anger faded from Spike's face to be replaced by amusement. "That's just because you never had a good teacher," he said with a seductive grin. "I'm very good at being bad." He leaned in a little closer. "Let me show you how good it feels to be bad." He reached out and trailed his hand down her shoulder and arm and across her stomach.
She gasped, but didn't stop him.
He leaned forward again and Willow watched him, mesmerized by his touch. He traced her lips with his and feathered his hand up to her breast again. Cupping it, the nipple hardened beneath his palm, and he could feel the small, short breaths that Willow began taking. His knee nudged its way between her thighs.
"Let me in, Willow," he demanded. "Invite me in." Willow knew she should listen to the voice in her head reminding her of all the bad things that could happen. But it was drowned out by another voice. A voice that sounded a lot like her own. 'Wanna be bad?' it asked. And looking into the blue eyes of the man who was sending her hormones into a raging frenzy.
Willow met his eyes and whispered, "Come in." He didn't need to be told twice. He dove down onto her mouth as his hand roughly squeezed her breast. She kissed him back - savagely, nearly biting his tongue.
Spike smiled to himself. This was the stuff. He pushed her roughly back onto the couch and ravished her mouth with his. She gave as good as she got, sucking, nipping, tangling. He shifted just enough to tug at her bra-strap. Unable to get it undone, he ripped his mouth from hers, growled slightly and changing into game face, bit through the thin fabric holding it together.
Her breasts exposed, he sucked her nipple into his mouth. She gasped slightly and grabbed his hair, holding him to her chest. He nipped and teased with his tongue, bringing Willow into a kind of a frenzy. She let go of his hair to tug at his shirt. "Off," she panted. He raised himself enough to start undressing. His hands fumbled on his buttons, and she slapped his away. Spike smiled smugly to himself and let her have her way.
She met his eyes again and smiled as she ripped at the fabric, sending buttons flying. He looked at her in shock, then anger. "That was my favorite shirt," he complained. But his anger turned quickly into delight, as he saw the look in her eyes - hungry and feral.
She ran her hands over his flat stomach, and then down over the bulge in his jeans. He bucked into her palm, convulsively. She looked up at him with a sly grin, running her hands back up to his stomach. Then, unexpectedly, she shoved him back. He fell onto the cushions and couldn't believe it when she laughed harshly and said, "Thanks for the lesson."
She got up off the couch and leaned over to grab her shirt.
He snarled slightly and grabbed her hair, dragging her back to the couch. "Lesson's not over," he exclaimed, pulling her up tight against him where she could feel his arousal. She shivered as he ran his hands over her exposed breasts and began to knead them. She turned her head to glare at him, and he captured her lips with his again. He kissed her angrily, his mouth dominating hers. Tongue tangled with tongue; her hands clutching his thighs as she wiggled in his lap, causing him to harden further. As she wiggled, her heavy boot caught Spike mid-calf, causing him to yelp and let go.
"Bloody hell, woman," he cried. "What are you wearing, army boots?"
"Sort of," Willow smiled coyly as she extended her leg, showing him the half boots she had on.
"Well, take 'em off. You could do a bloke serious damage with those things."
"You've still got your shoes on," she pointed out. "I'll take off mine, if you take off yours." Spike smiled warily at the redhead. He slowly leaned forward, keeping his eye on her all the while, and began taking off his shoes. She mimicked his actions, slowly unlacing her boots and removing them, seemingly unconscious of the fact that she was still half-naked. When she removed her boots completely, she stood up suddenly, making Spike lunge to his feet too.
They eyed each other warily, like gunfighters. Willow placed her hand behind her back, causing her breasts to stick out. Spike's eyes were riveted there and he barely noticed the slight sound of a zipper being undone. But he did notice that the material of her skirt loosened. She cocked her head at him with a querying look and raised an eyebrow in question.
He reached forward and undid his belt buckle. Glancing at her, he saw her shake her head. "Not good enough" was definitely the look on her face. He liked this game. He slowly unzipped his jeans. She began to slide the material down over her hips as he did the same. Then she let go and stepped out of the skirt. He caught his lip in his teeth and shoved out of his pants with a singular lack of grace. Stumbling forward he grabbed her to him and ground his pelvis into hers.
She tilted her head back, "How'm I doin', Teach?" she asked, offering her neck to him with a slightly taunting look. He growled again and ignoring her neck, kissed her hard. Her hands closed over his hips and then slid over his ass, pulling him toward her. He wasted no time pushing her back onto the couch. She tried to him roll over so that she was on top, but he pushed her right back.
She ran her hands up to his back and then down again, nails out and lightly scraping the surface of his skin, sending shivers of excitement up his spine. His hands were everywhere, on her breasts, down her stomach, sliding beneath the fabric of her panties.
"Class is now in session," he growled.
- - - - -
Slowly, Willow started to wake up. She rolled over in her bed. No, not her bed. Not any bed. Too hard. Way too hard. And cold. And what was that awful smell? God, something was burning!
"Fire! Fire!" she screeched, sitting up with a jerk. "What? What? Where?" came a male voice next to her.
"Spike?" she squeaked. She looked around frantically. She was sitting on Giles' living room floor. Naked! And an equally naked Spike was sitting next to her.
"Hello, kitten," Spike purred coming fully awake. Then his eyes went wide, and he screamed. "YOW! I'm on bloody fire!" He jumped over Willow. Yup, completely naked.
"You're naked!" Willow said accusingly. She jumped up and looked at herself. "I'm naked!"
"*I'm* on fire!" he yelled back.
And dashed past the window and into the kitchen, turning on the faucet full steam. "Bugger it!" he wailed as he put his burning hand under the faucet. "Ahhh." He leaned heavily on the counter.
Willow drew the curtains over the window closed and turned to the kitchen. Her eyes popped out of her head, watching him in awe. She had been too busy touching him last night to look at him.
Last night - those words penetrated the sensual haze that had started in her brain at the sight of Spike naked. It was completely dispelled by Spike's next words.
"Morning, love," he cooed.
"D-don't call me that!"
"Why not?" he said looking at his hand.
"B-because last night. That - that wasn't me!" she said frantically.
He narrowed his eyes. "It wasn't?"
"No. No. No. I mean - I mean, it *was* me, but it wasn't *me*, I mean -- Oh, Goddess! What are we gonna do?" She tried covering herself with her hands but found she was at least one hand short.
"Do? Nothing," he said casually, watching her contortions with lot of amusement and a little dollop of rising lust.
"Nothing?" Willow focused in on him, her pride piqued. "So, what? I was just a one night stand, is that it?" In her irritation, she forgot to cover herself and put her hands on her hips to glare at him.
He chuckled and smiled seductively. "Hardly. I'd take you again, right now." He opened the fridge. "I think we still have some cream left."
"No! We-we can't!" She looked at Giles' apartment. It was a disaster area. Clothes, pieces of clothes and various food products littered the floor - oh, Goddess and the wall? What had she done! "L-Look at this place!"
"Rather look at you," he said with a smirk.
She glared at him and felt the heat of his gaze. She looked down, suddenly remembering again that she was completely naked. "My clothes. Oh, God, hurry! They could be here any minute!"
"So let them. I don't mind an audience," he said smugly leaning against the counter.
"Spike! Listen to me. Giles and Buffy. Bu-ffy. Slay-er. Will be here soon! Does the phrase 'big pile of dust' mean anything to you?"
"Clothes!" he yelped falling to his knees and grabbing his underwear. They both scurried about cleaning and dressing.
"Where's my underwear? Where's my underwear??" Willow cried in a panic.
"Found your bra!" Spike said triumphantly holding up a scrap of lace. "Well, part of it anyway."
"Oh Goddess," she wailed taking the shred of cloth from him. "That was my favorite bra."
Spike had managed to dress, everything except his shirt, which Willow had destroyed last night. He ran into the kitchen and opened the microwave.
Willow, down on her hands and knees in the living room, looked under the sofa, still no panties, when she heard Spike fussing around in the kitchen. She ran in to see what the hell he was doing.
He put a bag of popcorn in the microwave.
"I can't believe you're hungry!" she said.
"I'm not. I'm burning popcorn. It's the only thing that's more acrid that burning flesh."
"Oh," he said rolling his eyes.
Willow fidgeted nervously. "What are we gonna say? I mean they're gonna know something went on. I know they are, and I don't lie very well. I get all nervous and just kinda babble until the truth just comes spilling out. And they all know it, they're gonna take one look at me and know. Oh, Gods what are we gonna do?"
"Shut -- up," he said shaking his head.
"Hey!" she said indignantly. "That's not very nice."
"No, I mean that's the key to lying. Less is more. Just keep your mouth shut. If they ask a question, just say 'dunno' and then keep your gob shut."
"Really?" she asked, surprised at the simplicity.
"Really," he assured her. "Now be a love and go steal one of the Watcher's shirts for me."
She nodded, still thinking about what he'd said, and hurried upstairs.
"Preferably something from this decade!" he called out after her.
The residual demon turned out to be three and after a long night of chasing and finally destroying them, the gang was beat. Buffy went back to her dorm, while Anya and Xander said something again about fruit rollups.
Giles dragged himself home and found things just as he had left them. Spike was tied to the chair and Willow was warming a mug of blood for him.
"Everybody okay?" she asked anxiously. "Cause we're okay here. Nothing going..." she felt the glare from Spike even from the other room and swallowed the rest of her babble.
"Everyone's fine," Giles assured her. "What-- what's the awful smell?"
"Burnt popcorn," she said quickly. "I burned some. Sorry. When they say cooking times may vary. Well... sorry."
Giles joined her in the kitchen and gave her a gentle smile. "It's all right," he said.
He noticed that Willow looked a little flushed. He moved to her side. "Are you all right, Willow?" he asked with concern, as he placed his hand against her forehead. She instinctively leaned into his touch and sighed. After everything that happened last night, why did Giles' touch still affect her so?
Willow pulled away and looked nervously up at Giles. "I'm fine." She grabbed the mug of blood and hurried to Spike.
'I really should stop touching her,' Giles thought. 'If only I could.' He watched her give the mug to the vampire. He didn't particularly like what he saw. The man was ignoring the fresh warm, blood and ogling the fresh, warm Willow.
"Spike!" Giles called out, startling the vampire so much he spilled the blood down the front of his shirt.
"Bloody hell! Now, look what you've done. Ruined my shirt."
Giles' eyes narrowed. He walked slowly toward the vampire. "Actually, that's *my* shirt! What the hell are you doing in my shirt?" he demanded. "Willow?"
"Well, it's a funny story," she started.
"No, it's not," Spike said meaningfully. "I loved *my* shirt. Can't find them anymore. Bloodstains are almost impossible to get out as we found out," he said looking down at his bloody chest. "Sorry, mate. Buy some club soda will ya? I hear that does wonders."
"Take it off," Giles commanded.
Spike raised a sexy eyebrow and slanted a wicked grin sideways at Willow. "Ooh, Watcher, I didn't know you cared. It's all so sudden."
Willow stifled a smile at Giles' affronted look and scurried into the kitchen.
"I-I, that's not... Shut your bloody mouth!" Giles snapped as he turned and stalked away into the kitchen.
Spike grinned. The Watcher was so easy to distract. Pitiful really.
Giles scowled as he came up to Willow. Her shoulders were shaking and her head was bowed. He put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Don't let him upset you." He turned her gently.
She looked up at him under her eyelashes, biting her lips to keep from giving into the laughter she felt bubbling up. Thankfully, he misunderstood and pulled her into his arms. "He's all bark and no bite, I promise."
Spike growled again. Not only did he have to listen to this git's insults, but watch him cop a feel too!
Willow nodded against Giles' chest. His strong, firm chest. She loved the feel of his arms around her. The strength and gentleness of his touch.
'Gods, she's soft,' Giles thought. 'Her hair, her skin, her--'. She took a deep breath and that extra soft part brushed up against his chest. Feeling his body start to react, Giles cleared his throat and stepped away, but kept his hands on her shoulders.
"I won't leave you alone with him again," he assured her.
"No!" she said too loudly. "I mean. I can handle Spike," she added with her best resolve face.
'Anytime,' thought the vampire.
Giles smiled at the brave young woman and chuckled. "No doubt."
"What is Pythagorean Theorem?!" Willow yelled.
"Would you stop that," Buffy said to Willow - as she glared at Spike, the blue-eyed vampire, who was openly snickering at Buffy's frustration.
"Stop what?" Willow asked innocently.
"Yeah! Cut it out, Willow," Xander chimed in.
"You don't have to get excited," Anya said squeezing his arm. "Unless you want to. Do you want to? Are you excited? Cause if you are..." she added nodding to the door.
"What'd I do?" she asked again. "Oh, wait... Who was Pizarro?!" she screamed.
"That!" Buffy said. "Do you have to know everything? And do you have to know it at the top of your lungs?"
"Would you all please keep it down to a dull roar? Some of us are trying to work," Giles said yet again.
"Sorry," Willow said sheepishly.
"And would you turn that infernal thing off?" he said pointing to the television.
"You said we could watch educational stuff," Willow complained. "Jeopardy's better than school."
"Yes, I know. But with this new menace -- I --" He shook his head and sighed.
"Okay troops," Buffy said rising to he feet. "Let's wear out our welcome someplace else."
They started to gather their things.
"Maybe we can get kicked out of the Bronze!" Willow suggested.
"I'm sure you could," Giles said. "But I'm afraid - Buffy, we need to patrol early tonight. And then I must finish this reading."
"Great," she sighed.
"What about Spike?" Xander asked.
"What about me? I don't need a nanny, you know," he said peevishly.
Spike was no longer tied up every minute of every day, but they weren't ready to have him run free either. Not that *he* really minded. Aside from the free blood, there was the wild monkey sex with the little witch. All in all, not a bad deal.
Giles ignored him. "Funny you should mention that, Xander," Giles said pointedly. "I think it's your turn to take him."
"But- but - I have plans -- I --" Xander sputtered.
"We were going to have sex," Anya said bluntly.
"Yes, well," Giles said, with his British version of the "eww" face.
"I'll take him," Willow said, doing her best to ignore the wicked smirk from Spike.
"Willow, that's very generous, but you've already had Spike twice this week," Giles said.
Spike snorted. 'And how!' he thought to himself.
Giles glared at the vampire. "And besides, where would you keep him?"
"In the dorm room," she said happily. "I've got tons of studying to do, and there are lots of people around."
"I don't know," Xander said. Anya leaned in and whispered in his ear. His eyes went wide and a blush covered his face. "Okay, they'll be fine."
"You're sure, Wills?" Buffy asked. "I mean, I might be back really late."
Willow smiled brightly. "That'll be just fine. Take your time! I mean, uh, no problem." Don't sound so eager, she scolded herself.
Giles shook his head. "I don't know. I can't help but feel I'm taking advantage."
Spike laughed, unable to control himself. Willow glared at him and turned back to Giles smiling innocently. 'If you only you knew,' Spike thought gleefully.
"You're sure about this?" Giles asked uneasily.
"I'll be fine," Willow said with a smile. "Now go hunt down that demon."
Giles warily eyed Spike, who merely grinned smugly.
"Come on, Giles. Let's get this show on the road," Buffy said opening the door to the hallway and hefting her weapons bag over her shoulder.
"All right," Giles said with a sigh. He looked once again at Willow and gave her a small smile. She looked so beautiful these days, even more so than usual. Her skin was smoother, her hair shinier, her smile -- almost as though –
"Giles!" Buffy cried. "Come on!"
"W-what? Oh, r-right. Goodnight then."
"Be careful," Willow said.
"Oh yes, do," Spike added with patently false concern.
Giles scowled at him and opened the door. Buffy stepped out into the hall, and Giles soon followed closing the door behind them.
"Do you think they'll be all right?" Giles asked her.
"Please," Buffy said rolling her eyes. "He may be a--" she stopped in mid-sentence as one of their dorm mates came down the hall.
"Hey Buffy," Denise said.
"Hi, Denise," she replied with a smile.
"I can't help but worry," Giles said. "Part of the job description." He frowned. "Do you have everything you need?"
"Gee, *Dad* let me think," Buffy said with a dramatic sigh. "It's only like I've done this hundreds of times. Hello?"
"Hmm? Oh," he said distractedly. "Right. Sorry."
"Let's get this over with," Buffy said heading toward the stairs.
"Yes, y-you go on ahead - I'll catch you up. T-there's something I wanted to ask Willow."
"Whatever," she said. "I'll be downstairs."
Giles stood nervously in the hall. He looked back at the door and held the knob. He was uncomfortable leaving Willow and Spike alone together in her dorm room. Why that bothered him more than leaving them alone in his apartment, wasn't something he could quite put his finger on. Spike might not be a killer any more, but he wasn't ready to trust the vampire either.
He gripped the handle, struggling with his indecision. Finally, he gave a quick knock and re-entered.
Denise, returning down the hall, saw him go in the room. 'Buffy's dad is kinda cute,' she thought. 'And that accent! I wonder if "Semester Abroad" is still taking applications?'
"Lie down," Willow said as she pushed Spike back onto the small bed.
"Willow!" Giles called out.
She spun around. "What-what are you doing here?"
"I -I," he stammered. "W-what-w-was he misbehaving?"
"No! I mean, I was just putting him in bed. I mean, on the bed," she babbled.
"Humph," snorted Spike. "She won't let me play with the computer," Spike said with a grin.
"Oh," Giles said coming up short. "I see."
"Is there something you needed?" Willow asked.
"No," Giles replied with a sigh. "Just you."
"Yes," echoed Spike. "What?"
"Ah, ah, uh, I m-m-mean," Giles stammered. "Just you -- behave," he said turning to glare at Spike. 'Dear God,' he thought. 'I actually said that aloud.'
"Oh," Willow said unable to keep the disappointment out of her voice.
"Well, goodnight," Giles said nervously as he hastily made an exit before saying anything else idiotic.
Spike frowned. He noticed the wistful look on Willow's face as she gazed at the closed door. 'Can't have that,' he thought.
He patted the bed. "Come here, you little witch."
"Hmm?" Willow said, noticing the wicked grin on his face. "Who me?" she said coyly.
"Playing hard to get?" he asked through narrowed eyes.
"Do you want me to?" she said playfully.
With lightening speed, he jumped off the bed and grabbed her.
"That wasn't so hard," he purred.
She reached down and ran her hand along his erection. "I wouldn't say that."
Later that night, Denise was about to knock on Willow's door, when she heard a giggle from inside. "That doesn't go there!" Willow admonished with a husky laugh.
"Oh, no? Where then, luv? Will you show me?" said a man's voice with a British accent.
"Ummm, how about h-h-h - oh - Oh! Oh my," she purred.
'Wow,' Denise thought. 'Willow and Buffy's dad! Damn. California really is progressive!' Quietly, she backed away from the door. She could get that petition signed some other time.
As people are wont to do, the gang was getting into the habit of leaving Spike with Willow. Neither seemed to mind, and everyone was just as happy somebody else was taking the responsibility. Everyone but Giles.
He'd noticed how different Willow acted this past week. It wasn't just her ready smile and happy glow. That could be due to her finally getting over Oz. It was that she seemed so much more physical. She was always touching him now. He didn't mind it so much, except he noticed that she was doing it to Xander, Spike and to Riley as well. It was that her skin was practically glowing, and maybe it *was* just his over-active imagination, but he was pretty sure she wasn't wearing a bra anymore. Not that he should have noticed that, but well, he couldn't help it.
He'd always found Willow attractive, more than that really, but what was a man to do? She was young, too young and there'd been Oz, bastard, and now---
And now she was even more appealing than ever. She seemed to be giving off the smell of sex itself. Constantly. He couldn't seem to be around her anymore without having to deal with a burgeoning erection. He'd chastised himself several times for thinking of sweet Willow that way. And yet ---
Giles was on his way to get some supplies, when his thoughts once again strayed to Willow. That's not actually correct. They'd have to be on something else in order to stray, and with each passing day, all he could do was think about her. He began to wonder if there weren't something magickal at work. And if he felt this way, maybe others felt it too. Other men. Other vampire men. Other blond vampires.
Other blond vampires who had seemed awfully eager to get him out of the apartment. Other blond vampires who told him to make sure he got a specific brand of peanut butter that was only available at a store at least one hour out of town. His anxiety grew by leaps and bounds, and Giles turned the car around and drove back to his apartment.
Nervously, Giles fumbled with his keys, finally managing to get the front door open. But as he made his way into his apartment, he didn't see any sign of Willow or Spike. 'If that bastard's done anything --'
He heard a muffled sound coming from the bathroom, followed by the distinct clank of chains against the porcelain tub. He must have given her trouble, and she's locked him up, he thought. 'Good girl!'
The door to the bath was slightly ajar and as he came down the hall, he heard Spike say, "Easy there, kitten."
Giles was about to make yet another witty rejoinder, when he stopped dead in his tracks. Yes, Spike was chained to the tub, but --- but -- but he was naked, with his back to the door. And, as if that weren't enough, he wasn't alone! A very naked girl was there with him, hidden behind the vampire's body.
"I thought you liked it rough," she purred kissing her way down his neck and biting his nipple.
"Willow!" Spike growled.
"Willow!" Giles roared, throwing the door the rest of the way open.
Willow peeked out from behind Spike's body. "Ripper," she breathed.
- - - - - -
"Ripper," breathed Willow.
Spike looked perplexed. "What?" he said to Willow. Then shaking his head, he spoke to Giles, "Look mate, it's not -" but he got no further.
In two bounds, Giles was at the tub and before Willow could get out more than a "gleep", he'd snatched her up. "Hey!" yelled Spike.
Ignoring him, Giles stormed out of the bathroom, with Willow under his arm rather like a wriggly package. She had time to give Spike a "hold on" sort of look before the door slammed shut behind them.
"Hey," yelled Spike again. "What the hell -- "
- - - -
In the living room, Willow echoed that cry as Giles slung her onto the couch. "What the heck do you think you're doing?"
"I'm doing!?" Giles bellowed at her. "What the hell do I think *I'm* doing? I'd bloody well like to know what you think you're doing!?!"
Willow got up off the couch and glared at Giles. Even in 'Ripper-mode', he wasn't going to scare her. "I don't think that's any of your business. I'm a grown woman now."
Giles snorted. Willow's eyes narrowed in anger. "I - am - a - grown - woman," she repeated through clenched teeth. "And who I sleep with is none of your concern."
Spike kept his mouth shut, trying to hear the argument going on in the living room. He'd known Giles wouldn't be too happy, but as long as he didn't come back in with something wooden and pointy --- Spike just wished he could get out of these restraints soon and join in. He always loved a good brawl.
"I wouldn't call what you were doing in there sleeping. And where you do *that*," Giles sneered, "is my business and this is MY goddamn housed and MY goddamned bathtub! For Christ sake!"
His eyes raked up and down her naked body. His anger was equaled only by his arousal. "I suppose it's safe to assume," he said through clenched teeth, "that this is not the first time."
He took a step forward, menacingly, his eyes flashing with combination of passion and fury. "What a bloody fool I've been! Sweet, innocent Willow -- ha! That's a laugh. When all the time --" He turned away and paced furiously. "I didn't dare to touch you! And here you are--" He stopped and spun to face her. "Christ, Willow. First, a wolf, now a vampire. Is there any creature you *won't* sleep with?"
CRACK - even through the close door, Spike could hear the sound of that slap. He tugged more furiously on the shackles. He had to get out there.
"I could name one!" she spat at him, shaking with anger. "How dare you say that to me! YOU," she poked him in the chest, "of all people have no right to come all holier-than-thou to me." She took a deep breath. "Okay - so this is YOUR home. Fine, we'll leave." She turned to march back to the bathroom. But before she took a step, Giles grabbed her by the arm and swung her around to face him.
"Oh no you don't." He shook her and shouted, "Like it rough, do you? Had to find someone to 'play with' - Well, by god in my house," he growled, pulling her to him roughly, grabbed her hair. "That will be me," he hissed as he kissed her with an almost punishing ferocity.
There was no tenderness in this kiss - it was domination through and through. He'd been so patient, always treated her with restraint and kindness. 'Well, no more, by god,' was his last coherent thought. 'No more.' His tongue ravished her mouth. He twisted his hand in her hair and held her head to him so that she couldn't move. His other hand made a quick, fierce caress down her back to her ass, which he grabbed and ground against his growing erection. Willow couldn't move - couldn't think. She just reacted to the passion of the kiss with a passion of her own.
Spike was not happy with the silence in the living room. "What the bloody hell is going on out there?" he shouted.
The sound of the words, if not the meaning, penetrated into Giles' brain and a small trickle of rational thought returned. 'What am I doing?' he thought to himself. He ripped his mouth from her, panting harshly and then pushed Willow away. She staggered and caught herself on the arm of the sofa. She looked at him as his eyes widened - taking in her swollen lips, her taut nipples and all the other evidence of her arousal. He blinked once or twice and raised his hands to his head, a slight blush stole over his features.
'No, no, no!' she wailed internally. 'I'm not letting him revert to Giles - not when he finally kissed me!' As he opened his mouth to apologize, she literally launched herself at him. She jumped into his arms wrapping her legs around his waist.
Grabbing his head between her hands, she dragged it down and kissed him intensely. Fierce and strong, her need re-ignited his. His arms went around her again, just as savage as before, but with less anger and more passion.
Willow broke the kiss and slid down his body and started dragging his clothes off.
"Off!" she commanded and Giles was happy to obey. His sweater went one direction, while he toed out of his shoes and kicked them another. Her hands were fumbling at his belt but finally got it and she nearly ripped the pants right off of him. He grabbed her face again and covered it with kisses, while she used her hands to trace fire over his chest and back. Then she mashed herself up against him, rubbing her bare breasts on his rough chest as he walked them back to the couch.
One half-trip over the end and all Spike heard in the bathroom was a mutual "omph" and then a moment of silence. His eyes also narrowed in thought. He'd figured out pretty early that Giles and Willow had a thing for each other - but he'd been pretty sure nothing would come of it. Although the witch was definitely getting better at showing her passionate side, he'd never have thought Giles would give in - the wanker. But the sounds that started emanating from the living room were making him revise that opinion. 'Damn it,' he thought, 'that girl is MINE. I'll bloody kill him if he - awwwaoh.' The blinding pain that had only come before with a hostile action now struck him full force at the murderous thought. His knees slumped slightly and his shoulders and wrists in the shackles took his full weight as he struggled with the pain.
In the living room, on the couch, Giles' hand had wandered a path from Willow's breast to her waist, down her hip and across her belly and finally found the soft, warm flesh of her inner thighs. He used his fingers to open the slick lips of her labia, parting them then thrusting one finger deep inside her. The primal noise she made caused the hair on the back of his neck to prickle - he wanted to be inside her, and he wanted it now. She used her mouth to trace a fiery path from his shoulder to his neck to his chest. "Yes!" she panted, "YES!" He removed his finger and positioned himself between her knees. She wrapped her legs around his hips, urging him without words to close the distance and make them one.
He grinned and grabbed her thighs, prying them off his body. He pulled her legs apart, his hands behind her knees, and forced them back to give him better access to her hot center.
She whimpered, and he gave in to her urging, sliding in with one smooth stroke. She cried out, convulsing around him. He buried himself deeply in her, again and again. Trying to get closer, closer, closer. He released her legs and immediately she clamped them around his waist, trying to pull him closer, deeper. He gripped her ass, pulling her roughly to meet his every thrust, grunting with each deep stroke. He bent his head and engulfed her breast in his mouth, licking and sucking, the rhythm of his tongue matching the rhythm of his hips.
Unable to hold back from the flood of sensations, Willow's body shook with a tempestuous orgasm; her walls clamping over his cock and forcing him to come with one last thrust. He lay atop her and let her spasms wring the last drop out of him. Her head fell back on his arm, and Willow looked up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. She smiled slightly and traced the sweat on his brow. "Do you know how long I've wanted to do that?" she asked.
"Not as long as I have," he replied, kissing her gently, slowly, languorously. He stroked her cheek, her hair, her shoulder. He looked at her with all the love he had for her in his eyes. She reached to trace the outline of his lips.
"Hey!" came the shout from the bathroom. Giles stiffened. And not in a good way. "What the bloody 'ell is goin' on out there!? And it better not be what I think, mate cuz I'll --" the rest of the sentence was cut off as the door to the bathroom flew open once again. There stood Giles, now as naked as the other two, and Spike clenched his fists and tried to control his anger. "Cuz you'll what?" sneered Giles. "Stand there and yell some more? That's about all you're good for."
"Oh yeah," sneered Spike right back. "You might want to ask Red what I'm good for. She knows." Giles took a step towards him, with a fist raised. "Right, smack me why, don't ya?" taunted Spike. "I'm an easy target. But you leave her alone! You bloody well have better not hurt her just cuz you're mad at me."
"Hurt her?" snorted Giles. "What do you care - she's just somebody for you to fuck until you -"
"Damn you," snarled Spike. "What the hell do you know about what she means to me? *I* saw what she was really like - the rest of you were blind. Treating her like she was bloody doormat - 'Willow do this'," he mocked. "'Willow get me that' 'Willow how could you?'. Making her feel guilty for just being human! She's everything sweet and good, and she's worth ten of the lot of you."
"You think *I* don't know that?" said Giles. "She was so innocent -- What did you do to her?"
"Me? I let her be herself. Innocent," he snorted. "You had her up on a bloody pedestal. You've been sniffing around her for months, but you weren't man enough to do anything about it until now. NOW you come around. Well, forget it mate. No matter what little show you put on out there - she's MINE and don't you forget it."
"YOURS?" smirked Giles. "Ha! Don't make me laugh. She's MINE. I will never let you --"
"A-hem," came the soft feminine voice of Willow from the doorway, where she had been an interested audience for the last several minutes.
"Willow!" cried both Spike and Giles. "You tell him that," started Giles. "Tell this git that you're," said Spike at the same time. They both stopped and glared at one another. "Willow," they tried again.
She held up her hand, and they stopped. She strolled into the bathroom, and trailed her hand down Giles' chest. He smirked at Spike but the smirk fell right off his face as Willow continued past and climbed back into the tub with Spike. "Spike," she said, looking up at him. "I didn't know you felt that way about me." She put both hands on his chest and then gave him a quick hug. "Awww," he sort of shrugged.
"Don't go all soppy on me. You just tell that," he flicked his head at Giles, "wanker that I'm the one you - ow!" He flinched from the sharp poke she had given his stomach.
"Spike," she enunciated clearly. "I do not belong to YOU. I am NOT yours."
A smug smile spread across Giles' face until she spoke again. "And you," she said firmly, pointing a finger at Giles. "I don't belong to you either." She reached over to the shelf and got the shackle keys. "What are you doing?" cried Giles.
"I'm letting Spike down. He doesn't look comfortable like this."
"Oh, it's not so bad," said Spike eyeing Willow's chest which was just about mouth high as she reached up to undo the chains. "The view can be pretty nice sometimes." They traded smiles, and he took his hands from the shackles.
He rubbed his wrists and then put them on her shoulders. "He didn't hurt you, did he, luv?" he asked quietly. "No," she shook her head as she climbed out of the tub, Spike not far behind. "But you did have sex. I can smell it on you."
"Well, yes. We did."
"And it was bloody fantastic," interrupted Giles, in an attempt to reclaim control of the situation.
"Yeah, right," shrugged Spike.
Willow poked him again, "Behave."
"Ow - he started it."
"True," she said. She stepped over to Giles and poked him, as well. "You too." He flinched.
"Okay," she said turning to the two of them. "We have what can be either a problem or an opportunity." The two men gave each other a suspicious glare. "I love Rupert. I have for a long time." A smile spread across Giles' face. "Although, this is hardly the way I ever thought I'd tell him that. But," she bit her lip, "I can't deny that I care for Spike too." Giles' smile dimmed as Spike's face lit up. "I don't want to give either of you up. It's your house, Rupert; I can't deny that. But it is my body." She ran her hands over her torso to emphasize this and both men turned their attention from each other to her. "And I can 'take my toys' and go play elsewhere." She turned and walked out of the bathroom. After a brief pause, both men sprang for the door.
There was a swift fight for precedence through the door and elbows were used in ways that both men were to regret in the next few minutes. "Ooof," said Giles. "Ow," said Spike as they both pulled up short in the living room. Willow was standing there facing them.
"So what you're saying is," started Giles. "We have to share?" finished Spike. She nodded. "With him?" they both asked, outraged. She nodded again.
"No Way!" "Forget it," they said. She shrugged and reached for her shirt. "No, wait," cried Giles. "I love you, Willow. I've always loved you and - "
Spike snorted again. "Oh, *now* he loves her--"
"I should have staked you that first day!" Giles spat.
"You and what Slayer?" Spike taunted.
"Boys!" yelled Willow. They turned to her again. She was trying to hide a smile. "Look, you can get along when you try. I've seen you do it." She walked up to them and put a hand on each of their chests. "This isn't a competition." She gave them a sexy grin. Then she reached up and kissed Giles softly on the mouth. Pulling back, she turned her head and gave the same kiss to Spike.
She trailed her hands down their chests and then continued southwards. "See," she said giving each a slight tug, which caused both men to jump slightly, "My way - everybody wins." Giles looked down and couldn't deny that he was definitely getting an erection again, nor could he deny Spike's.
He glanced up to see Spike grinning at him. "Well, she does seem to have us by the short and curlies, doesn't she?" he asked. Giving Giles a bit of a leer, Spike continued, "Like what you see?"
Giles moved back, "All right, that's it. I'm not going to do anything if he keeps making remarks like that."
"Oh, don't be so stuffy, Giles," said Willow as she walked over to the stairs, her hips swaying so as to rivet their attention to her again. "I know that you went to public school, and I've met Ethan, remember?" Giles looked sheepish and Spike opened his mouth to follow up on this interesting piece of information when Willow spoke again, "You know what I've been longing to do?"
The sensual tone of voice caused both Giles and Spike to stiffen and Giles asked, "W-ahem, what?"
"Have a go in the bed. I can finally lie down flat with no rug burns and lots of space to," she paused significantly, "do things." She turned and sashayed up the stairs. Giles looked at Spike. Spike looked at Giles. They both gave in about the same time and followed her up the stairs.
"I'm first," said Spike.
"Exactly how do you figure that?" asked Giles.
"You just had a go."
"Yeah, well, it's my bed."
"But you just had a turn. That's not cricket."
"Look, in my house and in *my* bed --" their voices trailed off into the bedroom.
Buffy had left over an hour ago for patrol, leaving Willow, Spike and Giles poring over different books. Willow rolled her head back and forth a few times, trying to work the kinks out of her neck. "Are you absolutely sure you have the information in these diaries, Giles?" she asked.
"Yes," he replied. "I'm positive I saw a reference to this cult in here somewhere."
Willow sighed turned her attention back to her book.
"You know, mate," said Spike, "it would really help if you could narrow down the timeframe a bit. I'm gonna go blind trying to read some of this handwriting."
Giles looked at them both and then stretched. "Yes," he said. "I suppose we could do with a break."
"Yeah," said Spike with a grin, "all work and no play... Willow."
"Hmmm?" she murmured absentmindedly.
"Willow!" Spike said as he rose to his feet. She looked up, and he continued, "All work and NO PLAY?"
She chuckled and looked over to Giles. "Well, sir," she said. "Is it time for a break? Your house, your rules."
"I had already suggested a break," he replied. "You know, you look awfully uncomfortable like that?"
Willow was perplexed. "Like what?"
Giles leaned back in his chair and smiled. "Oh, too hot and constricted. I think you have too many clothes on."
Her eyebrows rose in comprehension, and she got slowly to her feet.
As Giles settled back for the show, Willow walked right up to Spike and then turned so that her back was to him. "Well, you heard the man," she said to Spike, spreading her arms out. "I'm overdressed. Help me out."
"Gladly," he whispered in her ear, making her shiver.
She shivered even more as his hands came slowly around her waist and then drifted up and under her sweater, pushing it up and over her breasts. She raised her arms to give him the access to pull it over her head.
Once her sweater was off, Spike's hands slowly moved down her arms to her torso and back to her breasts. They settled there for a moment until a slight "a-hem" from Giles made them continue their task.
Willow locked eyes with Giles as the buttons of her shirt were undone slowly. He squirmed a little in his chair.
The sight of Spike undressing Willow never failed to arouse him intensely.
Her shirt was removed, and she stood there naked from the waist up. Spike lightly caressed her breasts, making the nipples harden with the cool touch of his fingers. Then he stopped and looked over at Giles inquiringly. "Does she look comfortable now, mate?"
Giles groaned slightly and Willow, refusing to be the only one tortured here, leaned back slightly and wiggled. Spike grew immediately harder and bit back a groan himself.
"Don't distract him from his work, love," Giles admonished her.
Willow raised an eyebrow and wriggled her ass a bit more - she knew that drove Spike absolutely wild and she loved getting a rise out of Giles. Both literally and figuratively.
"Naughty girl," Giles sighed as he stood up.
Spike's hands were definitely faster and a little shakier when they started moving again. Down went the zipper of her skirt, and he knelt as he drew it over her hips.
Giles was at their side now and held Willow steady as she stepped out of the skirt, which went the way of her sweater and shirt. Spike placed a feathery kiss in the small of her back and reached for her panties. But before he could slide his fingers under the elastic, Willow placed her hands over his and shook her head. Spike raised a questioning eyebrow.
Willow pulled him to his feet and turning her back on Giles, began to undress Spike. He smiled, a little gloatingly, over Willow's shoulder at Giles. She had just pulled Spike's shirt off when Giles' hands cupped her breasts.
"Hmmmmmm," she sighed in pleasure.
Spike leaned in and kissed her deeply, his tongue moving over hers. She moaned in the back of her throat and leaned back, resting her full weight on Giles. Giles placed kisses all along the throat and shoulder that he could reach.
He moved his hands from her breasts down her sides to her hips. Willow made a small, grumbly noise and arched her back, brushing her chest against the cool chest of the man still kissing her. As soon as Spike broke the kiss, Giles turned Willow in his arms so that she was facing him. She tilted her head back slightly and gave him a demure smile. She started pulling his shirt out of the waistband of his pants while he pulled her hips to his and ground against her.
Spike's hands then went to her waist as he moved in closer to her as well and rubbed himself along the line of her ass.
"Aahhhhh," she sighed seductively. Giles could feel her nipples harden against his now bare chest. "Hurry up," she said.
Spike leaned in and said softly in her ear, "I thought you liked it when we took longer, luv."
Willow grinned in response and then frowned. "I refuse to be the only one undressed in all this. Why am I always the naked one?"
Giles and Spike shared a glance. "Welllll," began Giles only to be interrupted.
"Oh God!" said Spike, "Forget it. We'll be here all day if you start trying to explain the psychosocial dynamics of the menage-a-trois to her again. Just get out of your pants, and I'll get out of mine."
Giles opened his mouth to say something but was stopped by Willow's soft mouth against his.
"Don't," she smiled at him. "Just get undressed."
He nodded and began removing the rest of his clothes.
Willow walked over to the door to make sure it was locked. She'd gotten the scare of her life yesterday when Buffy had walked in, unannounced as usual. Luckily, they'd all been in the bedroom, and Giles had the foresight to grab a robe before going downstairs to get rid of her. Of course, Spike hadn't made it easy, he'd kept on doing that delightful thing with his tongue, and she'd had to stuff a pillow in her mouth to keep from making noises. And wouldn't you know that Rupert would be mad at her. HER! As if she had any control over Spike, when he got back to find that they'd finished without him.
As a punishment, Spike had to sit in the chair and Rupert had made her start all over again. She grinned to herself and wriggled in remembrance. Sometimes Rupert's 'punishments' were better than anybody else's awards.
Good, the door WAS locked. Now for "break time". 'Let's see,' she thought, 'they both look so good. Rupert or Spike, Rupert or Spike?' She bit the tip of her finger thoughtfully.
"You know," remarked Giles conversationally to Spike, "I'm never sure if it's a good thing or a bad thing when she does that."
"Oh, good thing, mate, definitely good," Spike said, looking down at his swelling erection. "Always works for me."
Giles snorted, "Anything works for you."
"Jealous, old man?" asked Spike.
"Hardly," Giles smirked as Willow walked directly up to him and pulled his head down to hers. After a long, lingering kiss, Giles looked up and said, "You?" and then dipped his head to taste some more of the honey-sweet mouth of Willow Rosenberg.
"Nope," said Spike, standing up and giving Willow's tasty bottom a caress. "I'm just fine back here."
Willow reveled in the sensations provoked by two mouths and four hands. She couldn't believe how delectable it was to have two men loving you at once. Nothing was ever neglected. If one was kissing her mouth, then the other was kissing her neck. If one pair of hands was stroking her breasts, the other hands were much lower, stroking between her thighs.
"Willow," murmured Spike huskily, and she felt the shivers travel up her spine. The heat between her legs turn into dampness as she felt Giles' mouth move from her neck to her breasts. To give him room, she leaned back into Spike even further. The temperature of her body flared as she felt Spike's cock pressed into her backside.
When Spike began to lift her, she protested, "No, not standing. Not again. Please," she moaned as Giles fingers found her soft cleft between her legs and parted it just enough for Spike's fingers to come creeping in from behind. "Ooooohhhh, please. My legs can't take it. Y-you're both t-t-too t-t-t-talllllll," she cried. Between Giles mouth and Spike's fingers it was too much. She felt her orgasm starting to crash over her.
"It's all right, luv," said Spike. "We've got you." He held her trembling body as Giles lap at her juices.
As he brought his tongue to her clitoris, she groaned again. Spike pulled her head back far enough to kiss her. As Giles' tongue penetrated her lower lips, Spike's tongue entered her mouth. She could barely think clearly enough to wonder how it was they always managed to work in concert.
Giles used his tongue with the artistry of a master. Sucking, licking, nipping. He could never get enough of the taste of her, and she came again, bathing his face with her essence. He felt the vibrations of her moans, the sound being cut off by Spike's mouth on hers. It made him even harder than he already was.
Her legs started to give out, and Giles picked up her legs while Spike supported upper body. Between them they got her to the bed before she came completely around. Her orgasms had become so intense; she tended to pass out on occasion.
"Oh thank heavens," she sighed. "Horizontal for once. What is it with you guys and vertical?"
"Leverage?" responded Spike as he stretched out next to her.
Willow lay on her side as hands reached over to dance lightly across the muscles in Spike's chest. Her fingers found the dark circles of his nipples and brushed over them gently. She teased them to peaks and then moved forward, and her tongue flicked out at the nipple. "Do you like that?" she asked. "Mmmmm," was the only response she got. She continued her exploration of Spike's body with her mouth and tongue.
While she did that, she could feel Giles come up behind her and mimic her actions. When she kissed Spike's shoulder, Giles kissed hers. When she traced her tongue around Spike's nipple, Giles would trace circles on her back while caressing her breast with his hands. As she drifted lower down Spike's body, Giles' hands moved slowly down her spine.
As she repositioned herself on the bed, Giles did too, staying behind her as moved to kneel over Spike. As she reached the sprinkling of hair that signaled that she'd reached Spike's cock, she felt Giles begin sliding the tip of his cock along the cleft of her ass.
She licked her lips and then lowered her head and ran her tongue on the underside of Spike's engorged shaft from base to tip. He groaned and wound one hand in her hair. Giles gently probed for the entrance to her from behind and as she took Spike fully into her mouth, Giles entered her from behind.
Willow drew back and flicked her tongue on Spike's tip, then wrapped her lips around him, drawing him back into her mouth. Behind her, Giles penetrated her with smooth, even strokes. He was building a rhythm, and she used the same rhythm on Spike. Up and down. In and out. Slow at first and then faster, faster.
She could feel they were reaching the end of their endurance and so she released Spike's cock from her mouth and pumped at him hard with her hand. While at the same time, she tensed down with her vaginal walls when Giles was fully sheathed in her, and they both cried out her name as they came. Her own orgasm came hard and fast.
As they all collapsed in a panting, sweaty tangle of arms, legs and other bits, she remembered the first night. Between the two of them, they'd made her come 10 times. In four hours. She'd barely been conscious for the last one and then passed out. It had taken them nearly another hour to bring her back to consciousness. It had scared Giles, and he'd declared then and there to stop their little "experiment", as he put it. Spike reasonably pointed out that as long as they gave her some breathing space every once in a while, she'd be fine.
"It's all about pacing, Mate," Spike had said.
"Pacing? It's about lack of oxygen to the brain!" Giles had retorted.
She'd lain there while they argued over her body and then stopped all arguments with a firm grab at certain body parts. She'd never given a double-hand job before, but judging by the reactions she got, she had done a creditable job. But she was certainly getting better. 'Practice makes perfect,' she thought. 'And by god, am I getting practice.'
Giles heaved a sigh. Willow kissed his chin, the closest thing she could reach without stretching and said, "Problem?"
"No," he sighed again, "but we really have to get back to the research. I hate to say it, but break should be over now."
"But I'm all sweaty," she pouted.
"Giles can have the shower," said Spike, "How about I lick you clean?"
"That just gets her messier," said Giles. "She and I can take a shower together - it helps save on water," he offered with an innocent look.
"Yeah, right," Spike snorted. "We'll all take a shower."
"You don't sweat," Giles said logically.
"No, but Willow does and she, ah, rubbed some off on me. I'm all sticky."
"Use a washcloth. And change the sheets. Come on, Willow," Giles said as he hauled her up off the sheets.
"Excuse me," Spike said as he got up also. "One - I'm not your cabana boy and B - if you get to shower with her, I get to shower with her."
"Look, you bleached blond…"
"At least I'm not going bald."
"Arrrr!" shouted Willow. "Do you two have to argue ALL the time?"
They looked at Willow standing there tapping her foot and then at each other. Then back to Willow. They nodded. "Yeah," said Spike. "I think so, yes," agreed Giles. Willow giggled.
"Shower, you, you and me!" Willow turned and walked to the bathroom; at the door she turned back, "Last one in is," she paused, "last one in!" She waggled her eyebrows slyly and Giles and Spike got caught in the doorway. Again.
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