Written by: Rachel Thorson Rating: NC17, B/A, B/S, B/A/S sex. Buffy stepped out of the bathroom, running her newly manicured hands down the length of her body to smooth her outfit into place. A quick glance in the hallway mirror--an object she had insisted on--confirmed that her hair and make-up were in fairly good condition. There was a good chance her lovers would destroy her work later on, but she couldn't complain about that. She had debated over her outfit for over an hour, wanting something comfortable but sexy enough to keep the attention of Spike and Angel. Not that she usually had any problem with that, but this night was special and she wanted to remind them that they were doing this for a good cause. She'd selected a sky blue tank top that was low cut in the front, mature, but sexy at the same time. A black skirt with a very high slit and a series of crisscrossing spaghetti-thin straps keeping the slit together and yet still showing a great deal of skin complimented the top perfectly. Despite numerous attempts to style her hair up, Buffy had finally decided to wear it down in gentle curls framing her face. Her body sung with anticipation and nervousness. A real date with her *two* lovers was not something Buffy had ever really thought about before it became a reality. Not that she was ashamed, simply unsure of what the evening would be like. But, with Angel and Spike planning the night, it was bound to be interesting. Carefully, Buffy started down the stairs, concentrating on each step and forcing her shaking legs to move without causing her to tumble down to the bottom. Preoccupied with her thoughts, Buffy had failed to notice the two sets of eyes glued to her and the drool her lovers were spilling onto the floor. Not sure how to interpret the expressions she saw, Buffy couldn't help but question them. "What?" "You're going to wear that?" Spike asked bluntly, his unblinking eyes fixed on her body from the neck down. Buffy frowned. "Don't you like it?" Surely, it wasn't possible that all the time she spent looking for the perfect outfit was a waste. Spike's eyebrows rose. "It's bloody marvelous! I just don't like the idea of other men ogling you." His words calmed her nerves and increased her feeling of pride. "Good thing I'll have you two sexy creatures on my arms," Buffy responded with a satisfied smile. "You can protect me." Angel stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Buffy. She looked up at him, surprised and couldn't avoid smiling when he spoke. "You're beautiful," he stated honestly. He kissed her lips briefly and then broke away, heading for the couch where their coats were draped. As Spike helped Buffy into her black leather jacket, she couldn't refrain from asking the question that had been plaguing her ever since they'd agreed to go out with her. "So, where are you taking me?" "Now, there wouldn't be any fun if we told you," Angel answered her. "Oh, I don't know about that." Buffy checked her purse one last time, making sure she had everything. "You two are very good at making up your own fun." Angel chuckled, "We're still not telling." * * * * * Buffy followed the maitre de silently as he led the way through several rooms of the restaurant and through the french doors that led outside onto the patio. Curiously, she glanced at her lovers who followed several feet behind her and wore identical knowing expressions with the tiniest smiles on their lips. As well as she'd been able to read their expressions in the past, they were intentionally disguising their true feelings. It was sweet, of course, but did nothing to soothe her curiosity. "Here we are, Miss," the maitre de said, drawing Buffy's attention away from thoughts of her lovers to her location. They had bypassed the patio area and walked further outside to a private dining area. Buffy gasped as the dinner table and the beauty of the surrounding area stunned her. The table was white and covered in a fine, intricate pattern of floral designs. Three place settings were set out for them with candles and a small red rose arrangement in the center of the table. Around them, tall rose bushes stretched along white trellises and formed a well-designed circle around the table. "Oh my..." "Like it, pet?" Spike asked softly almost directly in Buffy's ear. Not realizing how close he was, she jumped, but recovered quickly and snapped her head around to look him in the eye. "How? I only told you--" "Have to keep you on your toes." She gaped at him, wondering how her lovers had arranged such a private location for their dinner at the only expensive restaurant in Sunnydale. She knew from previous experience that reservations required days, if not weeks of advanced notice. She couldn't even begin to imagine what had been done to make such exclusive arrangements in less than three hours. "This is amazing," Buffy whispered, unable to make her voice sound any louder. Angel walked around them and stood by the table, pulling out a chair for Buffy. Her mind emptied of coherent thoughts and somehow her body moved towards the chair and sat down. The vampires took their seats at the table each casually glancing over the menu with one eye on Buffy and her reaction to their surprise. Angel noticed Buffy making faces as she read the menu and shook his head gently. He knew her well enough to read her expression and know it wasn't the food that disturbed her. It was her nature to put others ahead of herself and although she was aware of Angel and Spike's financial stability, she considered the put the prices ahead of her own desires. "Don't think about the prices, Buffy. Order whatever you want." Disbelieving, Buffy lowered the menu to the table and looked to Angel. "But this place is so expensive, they don't even put the prices on the menu!" A stern look crossed Angel's face as he spoke. "Don't. Think. About. It." Buffy bit back the instinct to challenge him and was spared the opportunity as a waiter approached to take their orders. Impulsively, Buffy ordered a salad and the filet minon. With no real hunger for human food, the vampires declined politely, both content to simply share a bottle of red wine and Buffy's company. A short while later, Buffy's meal was served and the three conversed about their lives while she ate. They avoided the topic of the Scooby Gang and instead focused on potential plans for their future together. Buffy marveled at the wild suggestions her lovers had for trips they should take together and found herself laughing as the vampires told exciting tales of their previous travels around the world. The stories died off and the table was cleared of unnecessary plates, silverware and glasses. As the waiter left the secluded area, another man in a tuxedo approached, carrying a violin. Spike rose immediately and offered a hand out to Buffy. "Dance with me?" Buffy was stunned by the question, but took Spike's hand and let him lead her over to an open space by the table. The violinist began to play a soft, romantic tune as the two blondes brought their bodies close and swayed in unison to the music. Buffy held tight to Spike's neck with her arms, taking advantage of a moment she considered rare. "I didn't know you were the dancing type," Buffy said, truly surprised. Spike responded with a smile. "You don't know a lot of things about me." "I guess not," Buffy smiled in return. She glanced over at Angel who was reclining back in his chair, watching the two of them dance. "This has been so wonderful," she said. "Exactly what I needed." Spike kissed her forehead gently. "It's only the beginning." "And I love you guys for it." Buffy saw the way Spike didn't react to her words and decided to make her point clear. "I mean that, you know. I really do love you." "Pet..." Spike tried to interrupt, but Buffy was determined to continue. "I know you're not ready to love me back and may never be--" "Maybe I am," Spike said quietly. Buffy blinked in surprise. "What?" Grinning ever so slightly, Spike leaned down and whispered in her ear. "Maybe I already love you." Buffy pulled back to look Spike directly in the eye and recognized the true honesty of his words. It hit her suddenly, like a truck barreling into her at high speed. He really loved her. There was so much that could be said; so many questions and explanations, but other words lost their importance after Spike's admission. Buffy hadn't expected it, at least not nearly so soon. His love had been something she had come to accept that Spike's love was something she may never have. But now after those few words, she was overcome by unexpected emotion. Emotion that words didn't exist for. Instead, Buffy wrapped her arms tight around Spike's neck and drew him down for a kiss that would take the place of words. * * * * * After dinner, Buffy suggested shopping for a couple of hours before the movie began. Adding to her wardrobe always made her feel good and this time she knew exactly what she wanted. For nearly two hours, Buffy had dragged Spike and Angel with her to several clothing stores that were open late, ignoring their protesting looks as she browsed through clothes and accessories. Angel had handed over his credit card repeatedly to cashiers, paying for the purchases of the young woman he loved. She promised to make it worth it, he kept reminding himself. "Buffy, the movie starts in less than an hour..." Angel reminded her as she gazed at more stores through their display windows. "I just need to go to one more place," she explained. Pulling the men each by one hand, Buffy smiled to herself as they approached her destination. With a sexy grin, she went inside the store and left them standing outside the door. Spike and Angel shared a smile when they realized her last stop was a lingerie store. "Well, if we must..." Spike moved hastily into the store, keeping an eye on Buffy while looking over the various items for sale. The selection varied from incredibly modest to incredibly expensive tiny scraps of fabric and ribbon. He imagined Buffy in each one and was strongly tempted to buy out the whole place, regardless of the prices. "I won't be long," Buffy hollered at them as she made her way back to the dressing room with a bundle of multi-colored fabrics filled her arms. Spike tried to determine what she had in her hands, but she turned her back too quickly, leaving him with his overactive imagination and a store full of inspiration. The men occupied themselves, casually looking through the racks of fabric someone was trying to pass off as undergarments. Nearly ten minutes after entering the back dressing room, Buffy emerged with her arms full. She spotted Spike near one of the racks, holding up a deep burgundy teddy in the air and examining it. Buffy tried not to giggle at the mental image that popped into her mind. "I don't think that's your size, darling." "It's yours..." Spike responded, arching an eyebrow at her. "I can't afford any more," Buffy said, laying several items on the counter for the saleswoman to ring up. "Oh no," Spike said emphatically, shaking his head as started towards the counter with the teddy. "You're not paying for anything bought here." "Why not?" Buffy asked. She hadn't really planned on spending only their money on this shopping trip, especially after the expensive dinner, but Angel had always been at the counter with his credit card ready every time, insisting that he pay for her purchases. "This night is our treat to you. It's more than my pleasure to pay for items such as these." Angel snorted from across the store, aware that Spike had mysteriously disappeared when it came time to pay at all the other stores. He wouldn't start to complain now though. This, at least, he could indulge in at Spike's expense. Buffy sighed. "You're a sick man, you know that?" "Yep," Spike said, offering his credit card to the saleswoman. * * * * * Already happy after dinner and shopping with her vampires, Buffy couldn't protest when Spike led the way to the back row of the movie theater with a goofy smile plastered to his face. A soda in one hand and a bag of gummy bears in the other, Buffy followed Spike's lead while repeatedly looking over her shoulder at Angel as he trailed them with the popcorn. Despite the marvelous dinner, Buffy couldn't ignore the concession stand before they entered the theater. Spike held his arms out and bowed gracefully, acting as a dramatic gentleman offering the seats for her selection. Buffy chose the one in the very middle, patting the seats on either side of her for Spike and Angel to join her. The dancing foods began to play across the screen as the lights dimmed and the beginning of the movie neared. Overly pleased with the way this special night had gone so far, Buffy smiled to herself and placed a gentle hand on both Spike and Angel's knee. She didn't even know what movie they were seeing, but she really didn't care. The evening so far had been wonderful enough, they could see the world's worst movie and she'd still be happy. Having survived off just a simple kiss before they left, Angel couldn't restrain himself any longer as Buffy's hand touched him. He moved the popcorn to the seat at his side, grabbed Buffy and yanked her onto his lap, keeping her facing the movie screen. One of Angel's arms held her flush to his body as her legs spread to either side of his and her skirt rode up. "What are you doing?" Buffy asked, needlessly. Her fingers gripped tightly at the arm surrounding her as Angel answered her without words. His fingers undid the tie on her skirt and once the string loosened, he slipped one hand beneath the fabric and found that she wore nothing underneath. Buffy moaned loudly as his fingertips touched her, but the movie's volume was loud at the same moment, drowning her out. Spike slid over into the seat Buffy had vacated earlier and raised a hand to cover her mouth. "Shhhh, no noise. Okay?" Buffy gave Spike a look of exasperation, but nodded gently and his hand fell away. As Angel's hand resumed it's work between her legs, two fingers pumping inside of her vagina and his thumb rubbing her clit in tiny circles, Spike claimed Buffy's mouth with his own. His tongue reached into her mouth, exploring everything the small space had to offer. The movie progressed and the other people in the theater seemed to be oblivious to the three in the back row. Buffy prayed no one in front of them turned around or else they were bound to get an eyeful. Angel's worked Buffy's body into a frenzy with his hand until she came with a yell. Fortunately, Spike's mouth and a loud explosion in the movie kept the noise unnoticeable. "I can't believe you just did that," Buffy whispered in Angel's ear as she slumped against his large frame. Her body was covered in a subtle red tint, the result of embarrassment and arousal. It was one thing to have sex in a cemetery at night when few people were around; it was something completely different when total strangers were a few feet away. The inexperienced teenager in her couldn't help from being slightly frightened by the potential consequences while at the same time excited by all of the dramatic changes in her life. Spike cupped the back of Buffy's head gently as he redirected his mouth to her jaw and throat while waiting for her to calm down in the aftermath of her orgasm. In response, Buffy grabbed his head and pulled him in to renew their earlier kiss. The physical bond between their lips intensified and Buffy began to wiggle against Angel, forcing a warning growl to erupt from him. Knowing the message that growl possessed, Spike dragged Buffy's still limp body over to her original seat, never breaking the kiss. Carefully, Spike pulled back, watching Buffy's expression as she adjusted to the loss of contact. "Think you can stay quiet?" She nodded wearily and then her eyes widened as Spike slithered to floor in front of her. He ignored the sticky substances staining his pants and the nearly overwhelming desire to pull Buffy down with him and fuck her senseless. His pleasure could wait until they got home. Spike kissed each of Buffy's knees as he moved his hands along the outside of her thighs, pushing her skirt out of the way. Absently, Buffy parted her legs for him and found herself pulled to the edge of her seat. As a cool tongue touched at her sensitive flesh, she silently decided to not wear panties more often. The slayer bit into her lower lip when the sensations caused by the gentle caress of Spike's tongue against her clit intensified. Spike sucked the nubbin of flesh completely into his mouth and shocks of pleasure raced through Buffy's veins. Angel pried one of Buffy's hands off of the armrest and entwined his fingers with hers. Buffy's head fell back against the back of her chair and she focused on not making any noise as Spike's mouth and fingers worked magic on her body. Her orgasm was quick, but powerful and Buffy ignored the temptation to scream and instead managed to whimper faintly as Spike guided her over the edge. * * * * * As soon as the ending credits of the movie began, the three lovers had raced for the nearest exit. They had made it as far as the entry way of their home and somehow managed to shut the door behind them before the three of them collapsed to the floor in a heap of tangled lips and limbs. Buffy's purchases were tossed into the living room and their clothes scattered to every room within throwing distance. Soon after their frenzied lovemaking though, their bodies calmed and the naked lovers retreated upstairs to the bedroom. Buffy grabbed one of her bags from the living room and snuck away to the bathroom for a few minutes. Spike and Angel didn't mind much and instead occupied themselves with each other until her return. Instantly after the bathroom door shut, Angel pounced on Spike, sending them both toppling to the bed. Spike barely had enough time to grunt in surprise before his sire attacked his mouth. The blond immediately retaliated and flipped them over so he was on top. Nails gently scratched over bare flesh and their lower bodies were ground together in near desperation for satisfaction. "Excuse me?" "Yes?" Spike drawled as he pulled away from Angel's needy kiss. Buffy stood at the foot of the bed and cocked her head to one side, smiling as innocently as she could. With one hand, she untied the belt on her robe, exposing a sheer black bra and a matching bikini bottom. "See anything you like?" Spike fell to the bed beside Angel and blinked, not sure he was seeing or hearing correctly. Buffy knelt up on the bed and slowly crawled in between the two vampires lying naked on the bed they all shared. "Oh yeah," the blond man groaned as his eyes became fixated on her cleavage. Buffy moved so she was propped up over Spike. "Really?" Leaning close, she ran her tongue along a crease of his ear, making him shiver visibly. "Like what?" she hissed. In response, Buffy found her self on her back, Spike looming over her with a very hungry look in his eyes. "I'm going to have to investigate further before jumping to any conclusions." "Oh. Well, explore away," she encouraged. As her tongue snuck out from between her lips briefly and she captured her lower lip between her teeth, Spike groaned appreciatively. One of his hands trailed down Buffy's body and slipped between her legs. "Fuck! Where'd you get this thing?" Spike said, pleasantly shocked to find that the sheer item she was wearing was appropriately crotchless. "You bought it," Buffy informed him. "I did, did I?" Spike complimented himself before taking advantage of the situation and sliding deep into Buffy's sopping channel. She gasped in surprise, her hands going to his shoulders. "Oh!" Buffy gasped. Spike grinned and pulled his hips back to thrust back into her again. Not wanting to exclude Angel, Buffy turned to him. "Want you too," she whispered. Angel looked at her for a moment then reached forward and kissed her. Buffy arched into the talented caress of Angel's tongue and Spike's shallow, but intense thrusts. It seemed impossible to get completely close to both of them at the same time, but she wasn't dissuaded from trying. Without warning, Spike slammed his hips forward into Buffy, forcing her to pull away from Angel with a yelp. Her eyes flew to Spike's, which sparkled with desire and the slightest bit of amusement. Spike just repeated the movement and Buffy clung to him tightly with her arms and legs. "Please... more. Harder!" Buffy begged, delirious with need. His lovers preoccupied with each other, Angel reached for something on the nightstand and slid to the end of the bed. One of Angel's hands caressed Spike's backside, silently informing his childe of his intentions. Buffy watched Angel with interest and adjusted her position to accommodate Angel's plans. Her eyes locked with Angel as he prepared Spike's back passage for his cock. In response to the minor invasion, Spike buried his mouth in the crook of Buffy's neck and without warning, bit gently into her soft skin. The taste of her warm blood flowed over his tongue and calmed his nerves. It wasn't as if Angel fucking him was a new experience, but this particular position with Buffy was definitely new. It wasn't fear, but excitement that built the tension in his body. "Oh god," Buffy moaned as the sensation took over her. Angel smelled the slightest hint of blood and couldn't control himself any longer. He slammed his hips forward and entered his childe completely. Spike reacted to the sudden and powerful entry unconsciously and bit deeper into Buffy neck. She winced in pain and gasped, but pulled Spike's body closer rather than push him away. Angel's eyes narrowed and he growled at the sight of Buffy's painful expression. "Spike," he barked in warning, immediately catching the attention of the younger man who retracted his fangs and licked gently at the wound he'd unintentionally inflicted. "Sorry, luv," he whispered in her ear before kissing the lobe. "It's okay," Buffy responded. "Just fuck me," she ordered tenderly. Instead of the rocking motion she usually adopted when between them, Spike moved with Angel and drove his cock into her every time Angel entered him. It was a challenge to keep smooth, but the force of their bodies slamming into her was unlike anything she'd ever felt before. The combined energy of her lovers filled her with ever thrust and she screamed in pleasure as a sudden orgasm rocketed through her body. Buffy knew her pelvis would be bruised in the morning and the rest of her body would surely ache all over, but it was a small price for all of the pleasure. Before Spike and Angel, Buffy had no idea it was even possible to experience so much pleasure. Still working towards his own completion, Spike continued to thrust into Buffy a few more times until he was overwhelmed by his orgasm and he filled Buffy's sore channel with his dead seed. Amazingly, Spike withdrew from Buffy slowly and rose to his hands and knees without disturbing Angel's pace. The elder vampire simply took advantage of the new position, wrapped an arm around Spike's lower body and pounded steadily into his childe. Head lowered, Spike gritted his teeth while Angel kept his eyes glued on Buffy's face as she panted and came down from the peak. The brunette man grunted Buffy's name with every thrust, practically desperate for her to be coherent again. As soon as she had enough sense to notice her dark lover watching her, Buffy gasped out a passionate, "For me, love." Angel didn't need to hear more than that and tensing his grip on the younger man beneath him, he slammed his hips forward several times and came deep within Spike. Angel forced himself to pull out of Spike and he only had enough strength to collapse to the bed beside Buffy. Spike also fell forward, landing partially on top of Buffy, his face burrowed into her shoulder. "I think I'm set for the next century...or two," Buffy said. She could feel Spike laugh in response against her skin. After long minutes of silence passed and the three began to regain their strength, Buffy reached out to either side of her. One hand twined with Angel's while the other wove into Spike's hair. "Thank you," she said. Angel looked at her curiously. "What for?" "For tonight...for everything. I had no idea you two would do anything like what you did tonight. I don't know what I could possibly do that could compare." Her eyes closed and she couldn't ignore the thoughts in her mind that led her to doubt herself. "Don't say that," Spike replied. The sound of inadequacy that echoed in her voice really threw him. How could she think such a thing? Angel pushed himself up so he could look directly at her. "Buffy, I don't know what you could do that *wouldn't* compare." He kissed her lips and pressed their foreheads together, ensuring that she couldn't turn away from him. "Don't ever think you don't deserve this. You *do*." Tears began to gather in Buffy's eyes, but they were tears of happiness. "I love you guys," she said. She kissed Angel once more then turned and kissed Spike's forehead. Spike nuzzled her shoulder and slowly inched his hand from her hip up along her side. Buffy reacted immediately to the sweet sensation of his touch and latched onto his wrist in a deadly grip. "Spike," she warned sweetly. "If you get me all hot again, I will hurt you." "Promise?" "Yes," Buffy said mid-yawn. She turned on her side towards Angel and like a blanket, pulled Spike's arm around her body and drifted to sleep. Return to Fiction Index "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" TM and © (or copyright) Fox and its related entities. All rights reserved. Any reproduction, duplication or distribution of these materials in any form is expressly prohibited. Fiction at this site is unofficial. Zero profit, zero intent to harm. Just a little fun. |