Choices

"Wow," was all Willow could manage after Buffy related the tale of Faith and Wesley, and, glossed over the newfound intimacy being had by the three.

"I know," Buffy nodded and sat back on Willow's couch, sipping her Coke. She felt good. It'd been three days since Faith and Wesley had left and things were slowly going back to normal.

Willow thoughtfully chewed her bottom lip and then sat back, regarding Buffy.

"What?" Buffy asked.

"Buffy...you're a virgin?"

"Yeah," Buffy replied slowly, wondering where Willow was going with this. "Thank you from the department of the obvious."

"And you've shared experiences with Spike, when it was just the two of you, and a couple intense moments with Angel when it was just the two of you."

"And a moment with the three of them," Buffy reminded her.

"Yes, I know, but...you see...when a guy knows a girl is a virgin, it kind of makes them get all Caveman."

"Caveman?"

"Yeah, it's in their genes. They sniff a virgin and they want to club her over their head and drag them back to their cave in attempts to claim her."

"Claim her?"

"Have sex with her."

"Oh. So, what you're saying is Spike and Angel want to club me over the head, drag me back to our 'cave' and 'claim' me."

"Yes."

"I kind of already knew that Wills."

"No, but Buffy, you're missing one important part."

"Which is?"

"Who is going to be the one to do it?"

"Well, both of them Wills, I mean they're BOTH going to be there-"

"But Buffy, only one of them is going to be inside you at a time. Only one of them can take you out of virgin status and thrust you into womanhood. Only one of them can use their-"

"Got it, Wills, got it, thanks," Buffy interrupted, stopping her tirade. She sighed heavily, "I don't know who's going to be the one to 'take me out of virgin status'. Honestly, I never thought about it. I just envisioned them both being there, but never really thought about that part." Silence fell. "Huh, guess that's why Angel made that comment once about who was going to 'pop my cherry.' I mean, I knew what he meant, but it just never really registered."

"Things like that are important to guys. Spike and Angel aren't your run of the mill guys, but I'm thinking that since they have been around for, like, ever and were brought up with the old-fashioned views that a man takes a virginal wife and he's the only lover she is supposed to have-"

"Though that rarely ever happened with affairs and scandals-"

"Yeah, true, but I'll bet they still remember the old values."

Buffy stood, "right. You're right. Especially Spike who came right out of the Victorian era. Wouldn't know he was a proper gentleman by the looks of him would ya? Angel, he made it with the bar wenches in his day. I'm guessing both of them would want the right to 'claim' the first woman they claimed to have ever loved."

"I think you're right, Buffy. The million dollar question is: Who do YOU want it to be?"

"I don't...I don't know. I can't make that choice, Wills."

"What if you have to?"

"I don't have to."

"How do you figure? It's your body."

"Something tells me it wouldn't be about just me though. The experience itself would, the feelings involved, but when it comes to has the right to 'claim' me? That's between them and I would put the choice in their hands."

"You REALLY don't have ANY inclination toward one over the other?"

Buffy smiled and plopped back in her seat, shaking her head. "Nope. I love them Wills, and while it might matter to them, it doesn't matter to me."

Willow leaned forward, a dreamy smile playing on her lips. "What's it like, Buffy? What's it like to love both of them and have them love you in return?"

"Don't you know? You have Oz," Buffy chuckled.

"Yeah, but?I just have the one. What's it like to have two?"

Buffy sat back, closed her eyes, smiling sappily. She opened them and replied, "there just aren't words to express what it's like. Any time

I've ever been with Spike and Angel, pre-threesome days, I always felt obviously very protected, but it wasn't just from vampires. I felt protected in all areas, like I knew that if anyone tried to hurt me-and not just physically---that they'd be there for me. They always encouraged me in all areas of my life-except for dating," she let out a chuckle. "When I was with them, it was always like it was just the three of us in our own little world and we didn't need anyone. I always felt invincible with them by my side. I didn't have a lot of friends in high school, barely any, but I was mostly okay with that."

"Because you had Spike and Angel."

Buffy nodded. "And now, now it's the same except way more intense. I want to give them everything, and I know they want to do the same for me. I don't ever want to hide from them again, and I know they won't ever let me. Not again."

Willow sighed, "it sounds so romantic Buffy."

"It is, Wills, it really is. I've never felt this way before for anyone and I really, truly think it's because I was meant to be with them. And I really, truly think that they were MADE to be with me."

"I'm so jealous."

Buffy giggled. "Can I just tell you how it can be at once incredible to be intimate with them and exhausting?"

Willow burst out laughing.


Entering home, Buffy found Angel on the laptop at the kitchen table and heard the TV in the living room, where she knew Spike had to be.

Angel looked up and smiled, "hey sweetheart."

"Hi," she greeted him and came over, standing next to him, looking at what was on the screen. "'Watcher's Council,'" she read. She looked down at him. "Doing some research?"

Angel nodded and turned in the chair, gently grabbing Buffy about the waist and pulling her down on his lap. She leaned in and kissed him sweetly.

"Love you," she told him simply.

"Love you too. You better now about everything?"

She nodded, "now that the skanky ho is gone, I feel MUCH better." She looked down thoughtfully at Angel who was smiling up at her adoringly.

"I might be considered a skanky ho too."

"How so?"

"Are you kidding? I have two lovers."

Angel shrugged, "you are not skanky. Couldn't be if you tried. To the outside world, maybe it would appear that way, but only to those that don't know our situation. Willow knows, doesn't she?"

"Yeah, she gets it. She knew before I did about how I felt."

Angel smiled, "you are usually the last to know."

"Shut up."

"Happy to," he leaned in and grazed her lips with his. Impatient, Buffy pulled him closer and kissed him fully. Leaning back to catch her breath, she grinned at the dazed look on his face, pleased thatshe caused it.

"Angel? What was it like to have sex with Darla after you were turned? I mean, did you love her as Angelus?"

Angel stared at her for a full minute before shaking his head. "No, I never loved Darla. Not the man inside me. Only the demon. And the demon...Angelus...he possesses, but he doesn't love. Not in the true sense, the purest sense like I love you."

"And you never loved before that? As Liam?"

Angel shook his head, a saddening. "No. I drank and I slept around and I fought with my father about how I was an embarrassment to the family, a failure."

"He said that to you?"

"He did. Only made me want to go out and drink more, make me forget what a nuisance I was, what an utter waste I was."

"Don't say that!" Buffy scolded. "You're not a waste. You're not a nuisance or an embarrassment."

"I was, Buffy, I was no good-"

"Don't say it. If you were all those things then I never would have fallen in love with you."

"I became that later Buffy, after many, many years of destruction and then many, many years of struggling with my soul-"

"No, that's not true. You had it in you the whole time Angel. You just didn't have the proper guidance and support. You're an amazing person Angel."

"I'm not a person, I'm a vampire."

"PERSON. You are a man, my man." She kissed him quickly.

Angel rested his head on her breast, closing his eyes. "You heal me, woman."

"I love you."

"And that's how you heal me."

"Spike?" Buffy asked a few nights later as they walked through the quiet streets of Newport, on their way to a nearby restaurant to pick up some food to bring home.

"Kitten?"

She smiled at his special endearment and squeezed his hand. "Can I ask you a question?"

"You know you can."

"Before you were turned?were you?were you ever with someone?"

"You mean like a relationship?"

"Like sex."

"Proper gentleman like myself?"

She burst out laughing.

He chuckled before answering. "No kitten, never. William was such a poncey little bugger. His love was Cecily, some aristocratic snob that snubbed him. Said he was below her."

She looked over at him curiously. "You always talk about William as if he's not you."

"He isn't. Not anymore. Not since I was turned. I have moments where he comes out, but for the most part, William is tucked away. Wouldn't do you any good to have William prancing about like some nancy boy."

She shook her head and stopped to look at him. "You lie, Spike. He's there. More than you know. He just grew up is all. He might have been a 'nancy boy' as you put it, but now he's a man. I see William when you kiss me, when you hold me, and when you're telling me you love me. And you know when else I see William?"

He shook his head, swallowing the lump in his throat.

"When you're fighting by my side. When a vampire hurts me, or even just tries to reach for me and you shove me behind you to protect me. Spike gained knowledge of the world by living it like William could not, and through Spike, William grew up. He's not shoved down inside you, he's part of you. Spike and William are YOU, Spike."

Wordlessly, Spike grabbed Buffy and smothered her in a kiss. She could feel his tears on her cheeks and she pulled back, surprised. She wiped away his tears and peered at him, worried.

"Spike, I didn't want you to cry. I made you sad. I didn't want to make you sad!"

Spike shook his head, "no, Buffy. I'm not sad, I'm happy." He looked up at her, meeting her gaze, "you've been the only one that I've ever known to see me, to really SEE me. ALL of me, and still love me."

"How could someone not see you and love you Spike?" She whispered, holding him close.

"Buffy, you're going to make me bawl like a ponce," Spike burst out, his emotions overcoming him.

"Do it then. I'm here; I'll catch you. Every time, I'll catch you."

Spike buried his face in the crook of her neck as Buffy stroked his back soothingly and whispered to him words of love. She promised him, then and there, that she would slay all the dragons that had ever hurt him.


It was time. Buffy had decided it, and so it would be so. She wanted it to be special of course. They were special to her and she wanted to show them how much. She knew they were waiting on her, giving her time while they all adjusted to their new life as a threesome, which, to all of them sounded so impure and not even close to what it was at all. It was more than that, much more. They weren't just lovers and friends and family; the three of them were soulmates. So, one night Buffy sent her men out with a bunch of grumbling. Buffy sent them to Willow's on same lame adventure involving Oz and his werewolf issues. Both of them wondered what they could possibly do, but Buffy had been adamant about them going. Being unable to deny Buffy much of anything, they'd gone, muttering their way out the door about 'stubborn women' and 'bossy chits'. She smiled mischievously and called Wills, telling them they were on the way and to stall them for at least an hour. Quickly, Buffy showered, using the raspberries shampoo and body wash that she knew they liked so much. Then, she lathered herself down with matching lotion and put on the sexy lingerie that Willow had helped her pick out. She had been as red as a cherry (no pun intended), the whole time they had been in Victoria's Secret checking out the lingerie she should wear, but she had been proud of herself for doing it. And she knew they would appreciate it. It was simple, nothing elaborate because, well, that wasn't Buffy. It was a light pink negligee and satin. It came down to the middle of her thighs, with spaghetti straps and a v-neck trimmed with lace. She'd bought matching pink panties with bows for ties on either side of her hips. It was just a scrap of material, but Buffy didn't think she'd have it on for very long to care about what was showing. The whole point was TO show. Applying light makeup, just enough to bring out her eyes and plump up her lips, Buffy moved on to decorating the apartment. She lit candles all over, having also bought special candles for the occasion. There were mostly votives (safer for the vampires) among her collection and some pillars. She knew that Spike always enjoyed having candles around and Willow had assured her that it would definitely set the mood properly. She hadn't realized she'd bought so many until it almost appeared as bright as the sun in the living room and in their room. Shrugging, she placed a trail of roses from the door to the bedroom, where she would wait for them. Then, she chilled some champagne in a bucket she also purchased, and put out some strawberries. She changed the sheets to pink satin, like her negligee and stood back to admire her success when the phone rang. Willow.

"They're on their way," Willow told her, "they think we're crazy.

Thanks for that Buff."

Buffy laughed, "no, thank YOU."

"Got everything set up?"

"Yup! It looks magnificent in here."

"Magnificent huh? Dork."

"Hey!"

"Just kidding. Call me tomorrow, you know, if you can walk."

Buffy burst out laughing, thanked her friend and perched herself on thebed. She positioned herself on her back and thought she looked dead. Then she propped herself up against the headboard and pretended to read.

"Yeah, okay Buffy. Because they'd believe you set out roses, lit candles, and wore this to READ. Not to mention the champagne and strawberries. Just thought I'd have a snack!" She laughed at herself when she heard the door open and she flung the book, positioned herself in the middle of the bed propped up on her elbows and crossed her ankles. She grinned, perfect.

"What the sodding hell is all this?" She heard Spike grumble. "Look at all the bloody candles! She's going to burn the damn place up!"

"Or us," Angel added. "Are we having a power outage?"

"I don't think so." Pause. "Nope, lights working."

"Help me get all these damn candles out first, they're gonna set off the fire alarm."

Buffy's smile dropped as she listened to them. The door flung open and in they came. The light flicked on.

"Buffy, what the hell-oh, shit." Spike was the first. He stood, frozen. Angel pushed him out of the way.

"Buffy, the candles are-oh no."

Buffy's bottom lip was quivering and her eyes were filled with tears.

She looked down to see the crushed roses at their feet and burst into tears. She sat up and pointed at the floor. "Did you even SEE the roses?" She wailed.

Their jaws were on the floor. Buffy scrambled off the bed and pushed past them, following the trail, careful not to step on the branches.

Each rose, save for two were crushed. She picked up a crushed petal and pointed at it as they followed her. "Look! Look what you did to my trail! And look at all the friggen smoke in here because you just HAD to blow out every single goddamn candle at once! I got votives you idiots so it would be SAFER for you! The pillars are in the bedroom, FAR away from the bed. Look at me! My mascara is running, my roses are crushed, my eyes are burning from all the damn smoke and I am so not in the mood to have sex anymore!" She stomped past them and marched to the bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

Chapter 46

"We did a bad thing, mate," Spike said as the door slammed.

Angel winced. "I know."

"She's mighty pissed."

"I know."

"Didn't really make much sense for us going to Willow's at all in the first place."

"I know."

"Are you going to say anything else? Like suggestions on how to fix this?"

"How about we pick up the roses, relight SOME of the candles, put on some soft music, and get Buffy to come back out here?"

Spike stared at him for a minute. "Okay, yeah, that works."

They could hear Buffy muttering to herself about 'stupid vampires' and how she was never going to have sex, ever. Then they heard something about caves and clubbing THEM over the head and they just looked at each other, puzzled.

Quickly, they cleaned up the roses, saving the two that survived the brutal attack, and relit some of the candles, lending a soft glow to the room rather than a sun-like glow. Angel stripped off his jacket and undid a few buttons on his dark blue shirt as he flipped on the stereo system to find some soft romantic music. When he was satisfied, he kicked off his shoes and socks. Spike, meanwhile, shed his duster, slapped some cologne on in the bathroom and put on his black silk pajama bottoms he knew Buffy liked so much. He shed the shirt and joined Angel in the living room.

"Let's get the girl," Spike gestured for Angel to go first.

"Me? Why do I have to go first?"

"Well...because you're older."

"As your elder, your grandsire, I think you should go first."

"You think I'm going in there first to meet the business end of a stake? Have you completely gone Carrot Top?"

"What does that even mean? I don't have red hair."

"Technically it's orange-"

"What are you ladies bickering about?" Buffy barked from behind the door. "I can hear you, ya know. I'm trying to go to sleep."

Angel heaved a sigh. "Buffy, come on out here, please."

"No."

"Buffy, pet. Please?"

"Why? So I can see how you lit all the candles, picked up the roses and put on some music?"

Both vampires sighed, needlessly.

"Well, there is something else," Angel tried.

"What?"

"You have to come out here and see," Spike urged and then mouthed 'what?' to Angel. Angel mouthed back 'I don't know!'

"Come on Buffy, please? Come see," Angel prodded.

"Fine," she grumbled and then swung the door open. Her hair was pulled back and now she adorned shorts and a tank. Her arms folded across her chest, she glared at them. "Well?"

"Come out in the living room and see," Angel started toward the living room, knowing if he tried to take her hand, she'd bat him away. Spike ran in to grab the champagne and strawberries. He frowned when he found the champagne dumped in a nearby plant and the strawberries half eaten. So much for that. He sprinted out to join Buffy and Angel in the living room.

"Well?" Buffy asked, looking around. "What is it?"

"See, not ALL the candles are lit," Angel explained.

She glared at him and started for the room, Angel grabbed her arm and pulled her back. "Buffy, Buffy, it was a joke sweetheart."

"Not funny! You both ruined my surprise," she pouted.

"I know, pet. We're stupid gits."

"Yes, you are."

"Ponces."

"Yes."

"Idiots."

"Yes."

"Okay, pet, you don't have to agree to everything."

Buffy let out a short laugh, then quickly clamped her mouth shut.

"Heard that," Angel teased, he put his finger under her chin and made her look at him. "Forgive us?"

She looked down and around. "Well, I suppose I could be persuaded?"

Angel and Spike grinned.

"May I have this dance, mi'lady?" Angel asked, holding out his hand and bowing in front of her.

Buffy let out a small smile and took his offered hand. Angel pulled her flush against him and she inhaled the musky, masculine scent that only belonged to Angel.

She turned her head, looking for Spike when she felt him behind her, inhaling as he rested his chin on her shoulder and placed his hands above Angel's on her waist.

"Love you, kitten. I'm sorry we ruined your surprise."

"Just do me a favor? When you walk in and see a bunch of candles burning like that it probably means something more than I just feel the need to light them."

"Duly noted."

She leaned her head against Spike's and smiled softly up at Angel who smiled gently back at her before leaning in to kiss her. Spike moved his head, sweeping her ponytail aside and nuzzling her neck. She shivered at the touch, feeling her nipples instantly harden as Angel's kiss deepened, his tongue begging for entrance. She opened her mouth instantly and their tongues tried to tie themselves in knots as Spike slid the straps of her tank off her shoulders slowly. She could feel the material slip down her skin and she pulled back to gasp for air just before the tank moved over the rounded flesh of her breasts, exposing them to Angels hungry gaze.

"So beautiful," he murmured and bent to take a breast in his mouth, laving the nipple, flicking his tongue across it and moaning in pleasure as Buffy's head fell back and Spike covered his mouth with his, nipping at first her exposed neck, and then trailing kisses up along her jaw and then finally to her waiting lips. Angel, meanwhile had moved to the other breast, giving it the same devoted attention as the other. Buffy moaned deep in her throat, causing her lips to vibrate against Spike's. He broke the kiss, grinning wolfishly.

"Forgiven now, pet?"

"Bedroom," she gasped as Angel gently bit down on her nipple. He appeared to have heard, because he immediately let her breast go with an audible pop, the cool air causing her nipples to harden even more, almost painfully. His gaze was hot with desire as he hoisted her up in his arms and she wrapped her legs around his waist, reaching for Spike. She watched lustfully as Spike took the moment to divest himself of his pajama bottoms. Buffy licked her lips in anticipation as her gaze focused on his hardened member. Soon, she thought, soon that was going to be inside her. She paused in her ogling. Would it? Or would it be Angel? Enjoy yourself, a voice told her and she decided to listen.

Angel laid her down carefully, spreading her out like a feast and he hurriedly undid his shirt and discarded it as Spike crawled like a cat up to her. She pulled at his shoulders, wanting to feel his skin on hers while she watched Angel undress. Spike nuzzled her neck, bit down gently on her ear and then lavished attention on her breasts much the way Angel had. Meanwhile, Angel finished discarding his clothes, his engorged manhood springing free in front of him. Buffy's eyes closed in rapture at the sight of it, and the feel of Spike on her body. Sliding his hands up her calves and down her thighs, Buffy parted her legs, allowing him access. She jumped when Angel blew on her sex. She had to be soaking; she could feel it. Wanting more of Spike, she pushed him slightly off her, grasping his cock in her hand. It jumped and seemed to grow even harder at her touch. His eyes fluttered close as she swirled the pre-cum around the head and stroked once down and up.

"Kneel next to me. I want you in my mouth," she told Spike, her voice deep with lust.

He moved to his knees, next to her head, and she propped herself up to get access to his aching member while Angel nibbled at her outer lips, teasing her. She thrust her hips forward, wanting him to get on with it and she heard him chuckle as he slid his tongue just inside her, gliding it from bottom to top. He flicked her clit and she gasped at the feeling. Then, she took Spike in her mouth at first focusing on his mushroom tip, swirling her tongue around him, gliding her tongue up the slit. She continued, waiting for Spike to demand more. She didn't have to wait long.

"Buffy, please...take it in your mouth...suck on it," he pleaded, thrusting his hips forward slightly.

She engulfed him and he groaned. "Christ, Buffy...feels so good."

Angel inserted a finger inside her and Buffy arched her hips just a bit, rotating them so that he would touch her clit.

"I know what you want, temptress," Angel said knowingly, a smile in his voice as he stiffened his tongue to a point and finally circled her clit with it. Buffy's lips left Spike's cock and she let out a breathy moan and looked down at Angel between her legs. God,that felt good. She went back to Spike as Angel began to tattoo a rhythm on her clit, alternating his movements with his finger sliding in and out of her tight depths.

She was close, she could feel it coming upon her like wildfire. Spike was close too, she could feel it by the way he gripped her hair and groaned her name.

"Buffy," he said a moment later, "I'm going to cum, pet."

She sucked harder, hollowing her cheeks and with a shout Spike let go. His orgasm inside her mouth set her own off and as she tried desperately to swallow Spike's cum, her eyes rolled in the back of her head as she came in Angel's mouth.

When she had licked Spike clean, he moved down so that he could kiss her. She kissed him hungrily as she tried to reach for Angel, wanting him up there with her. She felt his body slightly covering hers as he entered her embrace. She pulled back from Spike's kisses and looked up at Angel, dazed.

He pushed some hair back away from her face and grinned. "I love you," he told her.

"I love you too," she replied and kissed him hungrily.

"My turn to taste the girl," she faintly heard Spike murmur as he made the descent down her body. This time, Spike bent her knees and spread her legs, giving him even better access to her glistening sex that was throbbing for more.

She broke away from kissing Angel to gaze at him and his eyes were almost black with lust. She kept her eyes locked on his, wanting to watch him as she stroked him to pleasure. She wanted to watched his face contort in pleasure, wanted the see the emotion flicker in his eyes as she brought him to ecstasy. Sliding his arm across her stomach and up to gently fondle her breasts, Buffy used the tip of her fingernail to make a path down his body. Starting at his shoulder, she tracked her path down his arm, across his chest, flicking his nipples with her fingers. He gasped and when she reached his stomach, he sucked in his gut, groaning. She could see the goose bums spread across his flesh and when she went over his hip and closer to his cock, Angel growled. She smiled with triumph and then gasped as Spike hit her sensitive bundle of nerves in just the right spot. She was determined to concentrate however, despite the sensations Spike was causing on her body. She slid her fingernail gently up his cock and Angel's head lolled back onto the bed.

"Look at me, Angel. I want to watch you cum," she told him, her voice hoarse with passion. His eyes snapped open and settled back on hers. Grasping his cock in her hand, she pushed the head back in one swift motion and then slowly slid back up. She could feel the precum spreading and she grinned slyly. He kissed her hard and she moved her fist back up and down. Then, pushing the skin back again, she used her thumb to circle the head tenderly.

"Buffy...Jesus...not going to last long..." Angel ground out, thrusting his cock into her palm, seeking friction.

"How about this?" She asked and went faster up and down and Angel's eyes screwed shut and his whole body tensed. Wanting to tease him as he had teased her, she stopped abruptly. His eyes now opened, wide. Smiling she started to go fast again, then slow and then fast again. She lost her concentration with what she was doing when Spike sucked her engorged clit in his mouth. She screamed her release and started jerking Angel faster.

"I'm going to cum," he burst out and she watched him as his eyelids fell shut and them opened, back on hers, and pure bliss etched with love spread across his face. "Oh God...Buffy!"

Looking down at Spike she found him stroking himself. She wanted more. She wanted the final act, she wanted to be brought from virgin status to woman status. Now was the time, she just suddenly felt shy about asking for it. She watched Spike as he stroked himself, thinking how magnificent he looked as she propped herself on her elbows to watch him. She met his eyes and saw the love in them. She reflected that love back tenfold.

"Do it, Spike," Angel said.

Both sets of eyes turned to Angel, Buffy wondering what he meant, and Spike's eyes wide in disbelief.

A conversation that Buffy didn't quite understand was flowing between the two as they stared at each other for a moment. Then, Angel nodded, "do it. I want you to be the one." Then Buffy understood and she looked at Spike whose eyes welled with tears. She looked at Angel, who broke his stare from Spike and looked at her.

"I love you," she said, her own eyes welling with tears. It was a beautiful moment to be shared between the three of them. Despite how Angel's attitude had changed over the past few weeks, despite how much they had already shared and how he admitted his love and respect for Spike, Willow's words came to the forefront of her mind and she knew, knew that now Angel truly meant everything he said. He wasn't lording his grandsire, elder status on Spike now. He was making him an equal and Buffy felt her love for him overflow. She kissed him sweetly, tenderly. "You are such a good man, Liam," she whispered and his own eyes welled with tears at her words and he smothered her with kisses.

Breaking away, she turned her attention to Spike and sat up on her knees, bringing Spike into her embrace. She played with the curls at the nape of his neck and dotted kisses on his shoulder. She pulled back and gazed at him, "make love to me, William." He looked upon her with such adoration and love, Buffy felt herself radiate from it.

"Lie back down, pet," he instructed her and gently pushed her back onto the bed. Angel moved into her, nuzzling her neck. Spreading her legs and bending them at the knees once more, Spike slid a finger inside her and flicked her clit. She moaned, propelling her hips forward.

"More, Spike. Inside me...please..."

Angel moved so that he could see her face, he smiled down at her. "Ready, sweetheart?"

She nodded, biting her bottom lip. Angel looked down at Spike who then rocked his cock along her slit. The sensation caused her to gasp. This was new for her. Sure, she'd felt his tongue there before, but this was certainly different. Gently, he pushed the head in, his eyes shutting. It was...definitely different. Buffy was suddenly seized with fear on how bad this was going to hurt.

"Buffy, look at me sweetheart," Angel said soothingly, his deep voice rumbling. She looked at him and he caressed the side of her face.

"It'll hurt for a minute and then it'll get better. I promise. You'll see, Spike will make it better."

She nodded and looked down at Spike who was watching her, not moving.

He leaned in and kissed her sweetly. "Quick, like a band-aid," he told her. Where had she heard that before? Oh, yeah. When she had told them that she was in love with both of them, with the hope it'd hurt less. It hadn't, it hurt more! She was about to tell him that when Spike pushed in fully and her eyes widened in shock. She felt as if she were being pinched really, really, really hard. The corners of her eyes watered with tears and Spike was murmuring he loved her and nuzzling the side of her face as Angel kissed away her tears.

"Let's give you something to think about," Angel said and circled her clit with the rough pad of his thumb. Okay, that felt good. She moved her hips in response and that caused Spike to move within her. Which caused him to moan. Spike started to slowly move within her, his movements small and he buried his face in the crook of her neck, licking and sucking gently on her skin.
"Kitten," he breathed, "you feel so good...warm...so wet...like cream...could stay inside you forever..." His words turned her on and she moved her hips again, seeking something she wasn't sure of. Spike seemed to know though and he moved faster, just a tad faster. Angel rubbed her clit harder and she pushed her hips up, meeting Spike's thrusts and wanting him to go even faster. He obliged her by doing so.

"Cum, baby, cum for Spike," Angel said, his breath hitching as he watched them move together.

"I'm..." she trailed off.

"Do it, Buffy," Angel encouraged and just as he gave her one harder rub on her clit, Spike managed to hit it just right as well sending Buffy into a climax. She saw stars behind her eyes as they closed shut. Their names were on her lips and she felt her inner muscles contract around Spike, sending him into an orgasm. She felt his cool liquid shoot inside her and that knowledge sent her into another earth-shattering orgasm. She opened her eyes to find both men openly staring at her in a mix of wonder, lust, love and adoration.

"Love you so much, Buffy," Spike murmured, tears falling from his eyes and dropping on her. She moved her head up and captured his lips with her own.

"I love you too, Spike, so much," she whispered, their bodies still connected. She turned to Angel. "I love you Angel. I've always loved you both...always."

Angel leaned in and kissed her softly. "For forever, Buffy," he promised. "Feel all right?"

She nodded, feeling every cell, bone and muscle in her body relax, her soul rejoicing and her mind at a pleasant state of awareness. She felt Spike slip out of her and she groaned at the loss of contact. He felt good inside and on top of her. She then felt a rush of fluid from between her legs and frowned.

"Let's get you cleaned up, kitten," Spike said sweetly as he moved off her, pulling her with him. Angel followed, helping her stand on shaky limbs. Silently, they made their way to the bathroom, arms around each other, Buffy in the center. Once in the bathroom, Spike turned the shower on and got it to the right temp as Angel held Buffy in his arms. She rested her face against his chest and smiled happily as Angel stroked her arms gently. He kissed the top of her head and held her tighter against him.

"Water's ready, better come in before it gets cold," Spike said, breaking the silence. Grinning mischievously, Buffy pulled back from Angel's embrace and curled her fingers around his hard shaft. Angel's eyes popped open and Spike chuckled.

"Think I didn't feel that?" She teased him and tugged on it gently, guiding him to the shower with her hand on his cock. She stepped into the shower with Spike who smiled and kissed her lustfully and Angel had no choice but to follow. She turned to Angel, his eyes half mass.

"Teach me how to make love in a shower," she told him in a mix of innocence and demand.

Grabbing the shower massager/spray, Angel bent it towards her pussy and her eyes widened as the fluids left her body, plus the sensation on her pussy was incredible. A mixture of pain and pleasure. Grabbing her tightly into his embrace, smirking at the turnabout of events by getting her back for teasing him, he hauled her up in his arms. Her legs curled around his waist and gently, he guided her down on his cock. She moaned and her head fell forward as he filled her. He seemed to swell inside her as he guided her movements, pumped his hips and moved inside her. She reached behind her for Spike, rotating her hips on Angel and she sought out Spike's hard cock with ease. She began to jerk him in time with Angel's thrusts and soon the three of them shared a roaring climax.

Burying his face in her shoulder, Buffy wondered if he was shedding a few tears as Spike had. Spike kissed the back of her neck and Buffy let her head rest against Angel's.

"You know," she said after a moment, "I changed my mind. You can ruin my surprise any time." And with that, the three of them burst into laughter.

Epilogue

Spike and Angel never talked about why Angel had given him such a gift. And a gift it was. Spike knew that Buffy had before expressed not caring who would have done the deed, but she did seem to realize what it meant for them. She never spoke about it either, understanding that it wasn?t something they needed to hash out.

And so, their lives continued on, only this time it was together. No confusion, no jealousy, no secrets. Buffy enrolled herself full time in college and worked part time with Angel at the gallery. Spike even contributed when he could, and, inspired by Buffy?s love for literature and having him read to her more often, Spike started writing on his own. He had a lot of stories to tell, having been around so long and he figured he might as well try his turn at writing. As he recalled adventures to Buffy and Angel, he took great delight in the fact that Angel would often roar with laughter and that they were able to share the good memories. Few though they were. When the storytelling was painful to remember, Angel would listen for a while and leave the room. Spike understood, and so did Buffy. Sometimes, it was painful to remember those times no matter how much they'd healed since then.

Little did they know though that someone was on their way for them. Someone who had a vested interested in Buffy, without a clue about the once deadly vampires.

It was going to be an adventure. Not necessarily of the grandest kind either.