Introductions

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Part 13

Hypatia snorted and spun away, dancing with a short, purple-skinned demon for a moment before doing a swift and stylish turn that returned her to Harris. "You do realize," she shouted over the music as they gyrated playfully against each other, "That I’m not THAT drunk! You don’t get to KNOW the whole truth! Or not yet!" She grinned, then turned her attentions to Spike. "It’s enough to say that Trevor will be well and truly FUCKED if he doesn’t do as he ought, and not in the good way!"

Spike couldn’t help laughing at the sly wink the woman gave him. He shrugged, pretending he didn’t care either way. "Like you said, pet… th’ bloke’s a moron, yah?" he shouted back, dragging her flush against his body as his free hand found his Claimed’s and pulled him around behind her.

Harris arched a brow at his vamp, almost sure the blond wasn’t drunk. Then again, he’d had a few of those spiked bloods, so maybe… He laughed when Spike winked at him. Nope, not drunk. Or not yet, anyway.

His arms extended around either side of the woman’s trim form, hands fastening on Spike’s hips as they all danced together, separated only by the layers of leather, denim, silk and cotton they wore.

She couldn’t help laughing at the antics of the two men. They’d been trying to get her drunk for the almost two hours they’d been at the club. Unfortunately for them, one of her remaining abilities was deliberately altering her metabolism. She’d been burning off the booze almost as quickly as they’d been supplying it and though that meant she was going to be incredibly hungry later, it was well worth it to see the flummoxed looks on their faces.

And now, apparently William-- Spike, she reminded herself-- had decided to try distracting her by trying to excite her. The fact that he’d somehow managed to get his claimed to assist him was simply a bonus.

"Yes," she finally agreed, enjoying the rapid rock-and-sway of their motions, "Trev can be a bit… stubborn at times. Even with the Powers." She rolled her eyes and laughed. "I think he got more than his share of that trait when we… well, you know." She still hadn’t told them the full story but it could wait. They all needed to just unwind for a bit and she was for damned sure going to see to it that they did, herself included.

Harris grinned and used his hands on Spike’s hips to pull the vampire closer, sandwiching the black-haired woman even more tightly between them. "Oh, I don’t know," he said loudly against her ear as the music pounded and thumped around them, "I think you got a good amount of it, too…"

Spike smirked, one of his hands shifting from Hypatia’s ribs to slip slowly over his beloved’s side then down to the flexing ass of his jeans. He grabbed a handful, squeezing slowly. "Yah, luv… an’ you wouldn’t have any of that stubborness, ‘ey?" he winked.

The brunette shrugged, his eye becoming heated as the hand on his butt pulled him harder against the lush bottom of the woman between them. "Never said that, did I babe?" he managed to say without groaning audibly.

Hypatia laughed and shook her head. "Good thing, Harris. It’s never wise to lie. Generally comes back and bites you on the… posterior," she called with a smirk of her own as her arm reached behind him, pinching the mentioned area just above the cool hand of the vampire.

"Gods," Harris mumbled, "You two are dangerous."

"You have NO idea," they said simultaneously before meeting each other’s eyes and laughing.

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Harris groaned as he tried to open his eye, only to find that it was pressed hard against a cool, bare chest.

He shifted slightly before trying again, sighing his relief when there was no bright, stabbing electric light to make his headache even worse.

"Gods, Spike," he groaned again, trying not to move any more as his brain throbbed and pulsed within his skull, "Why did you let me drink so much…?"

Spike snorted then moaned as he suddenly noticed the internal jackhammer ratcheting within his own head. "Unngh… could ask… you th’ same… question, luv…" He opened his eyes for a moment before squeezing them shut again. What… th’ bloody… fuck… happened…?" He didn’t think he’d ever been this hung over. Not even when he’d been mourning the loss of his Dark Princess.

"The two of you tried to get me drunk," Hypatia said very softly from the bedroom door, well aware of how much the two males were hurting. "Unfortunately, you never asked whether it was even possible."

She couldn’t help smirking when two gold-tinged red and blue eyes and one pained brown one looked at her. Her hip cocked, leaning against the open doorway carefully, not wanting the t-shirt she’d borrowed to slide up.

"Sadly, gents… it’s not. Unless I want it to be."

Spike tried to growl but ended up whimpering as his head throbbed again. "B-bloody… hell…"

Harris wasn’t even that vocal. He simply groaned once more, his forehead pressing hard against his claimed’s cooler flesh.

Hypatia did her best not to laugh but it was hopeless. "Talk about irony, right? I feel fine, but you two…" She grinned at the muttered ‘I hate you’ she heard coming from the bed. "Don’t worry, boys. I’ll look after you," she grinned as she turned and went through the living room to the kitchen.

She puttered about, mixing various commonly found items into the perfect hangover cure then added a bit of it to the glass of orange juice for Xander and the mug of blood for William.

Finally she returned to the bedroom, passing the couch she’d slept on the previous night. "Here," she said softly, handing the appropriate containers to Vampire and human. "Drink up, gents… it’ll make you feel better."

And nothing could possibly make him feel worse, Harris decided with a mental shrug, taking a long swallow of the oddly spicy juice. His eye widened and he took another large gulp then finished it off as he felt every single symptom receding. "Oh my Gods… that’s…"

"Bloody incredible," Spike finished, his mug of blood equally empty and his head entirely clear.

Hypatia chuckled. "Yes and no, gents. As with everything else, there’s a price. You’ll both be needing the loo in about fifteen seconds. Sorry, but… could be worse, right?"

Spike arched a brow, happy to find it was without pain. "Vampire, luv, remember? Don’t rightly need th’ loo. But thanks for th’ heads up." He grinned, then felt his stomach roiling. "B-bloody… hell…"

Harris on the other hand hadn’t even questioned Hypatia’s words. He was already halfway to the master bath before Spike’s odd and uncomfortable sound emerged.
He moved faster, slamming and locking the door behind him as he felt his vampire panicking and running for the half-bath off of the living room.

Hypatia chuckled and headed back towards the kitchen. Human and vampire would be a good ten minutes, she knew, but when they were finished they’d be almost as famished as she’d been when they’d all gotten back to the apartment the night before… which had been well into the morning, really.

Luckily she was a reasonably good cook and the remaining items from the earlier grocery delivery would be enough for all three of them.

She wondered wickedly whether the two men remembered that they’d basically screwed each other raw with the bedroom door open when they’d gotten back from the club but she decided not to mention it. They were beautiful together, she thought with a wistful smile as she broke eggs into a bowl and chopped up the other fixings for a western omelet for three.

She would have to tell them the rest of her history… Trevor’s history. But not yet. At least they could have a good meal first.

She had a feeling… not that she KNEW… William and Xander wouldn’t be quite so accepting once they heard it all.

* * * * *(A/N: Thanks to DaniKitten (I DID warn that there would be angst, didn't I? :P) and TheShadowCat (not to worry... the very BAD boys WILL be punished. *snerk*) for the reviews. I truly appreciate you guys taking the time to bother. *nods*

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