Title: Just Between Us Girls
Author: enchanted nightingale
Beta Reader: pussycatadamah
Timeline: Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Season 3, Angel the series: Season 1
Summary: Spike is not the only male that hears of the conversation that took place in Giles' flat.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of the plot. They all belong to Mutant Enemy and 20th Century Fox Film Corporation.
Part Two
"Angel!" Cordelia yelled.
The tall, dark vampire was speaking with Doyle that very moment.
"I'm talking here!" Cordelia went on.
The two men grimaced. "Yes, Cordelia," Angel turned to face her fully.
"This came for you."
Angel frowned at the parcel.
"There's no return address," observed Cordelia.
Angel noticed the letters were typed, no familiar scent on the parcel. He took it from Cordelia's hands and after a slight hesitation unwrapped it.
"A tape," Doyle said as he stared the plastic, black item. "Who would send you a tape?"
"Especially when you don't even own a TV set," Cordelia put her cent in.
Angel glared at her but soon dismissed her. He was getting curious.
"There's only one way," he told them.
Two hours later the trio stood in Angel's dark apartment staring at the dark screen.
"Wow," was all Cordelia could say.
"I can't believe you actually made the step!" Doyle was equally surprised.
"Welcome to the 21st century boss," said Cordelia.
"Amen," Doyle chirped.
Angel for his part just ran a hand through his hair in frustration.
"What are you waiting for? The suspense is killing me," Cordelia urged him.
"If only," Angel muttered under his unneeded breath.
"Did you say something?" she demanded suspiciously.
He did not reply and just handed her the tape. Cordelia was the only one among them who knew how to operate it and they had no time to read the instruction manual.
The screen was black for several seconds before the familiar tapestry of a room he would never forget came into view.
"Hey! That's Buffy's room!" Cordelia the ever helpful supplied.
Doyle was impressed. "Buffy's your ex, right Angel?"
The vampire ignored him in favor of staring at the screen. The room had changed a bit. Most of her things were not there. She had begun packing before Graduation. She had been looking forward to moving to the dorms.
Voices came from somewhere off screen. Soon three females entered the bedroom, carrying a tray full of chocolates. The view was rather good, although the fur of one of her stuffed animals blurred the imaged a bit.
"Too bad, he has a tight ass," said Anya as she dropped on the bed.
"Anya!" Willow screeched.
"She does have a point," Buffy was reluctant to admit.
Angel looked startled. Buffy never commented on male body parts.
"So, when did Giles say he'd bring Spike over?" Willow unwrapped a sweet.
"Spike!" Cordelia squeaked.
"Did he say what he wanted?" Buffy waved her hands, a gesture of nervousness.
Angel wanted to smile. She was cute.
"Who Giles?" That was Willow.
"I think she meant Spike," Anya said.
Willow's eyes widened.
In Angel's office the resident vampire had a similar reaction to the news.
"I still think you should not have made that deal with him," Anya stated.
"Maybe, but we haven't got that many chances to actually have fun around here. And Spike can be nice when he's not nosy or obnoxious or rude," Buffy defended.
"And tied down," Anya nodded. "I wish I could convince Xander about that threesome." She paused to think. "Or maybe I could get Spike and someone else. Buffy, what are you doing on Friday night?"
Doyle and Cordelia jumped at the low growl that escaped Angel. He had reverted to demon form and was now snarling at the screen.
"Calm down Angel, I bet that Anya girl is joking," Doyle was quick to say.
Cordelia was nodding frantically beside Doyle. "Of course. She's always annoying and butting in on other people's business."
"I don't think so," came Buffy's reply
And Angel calmed down a bit, enough to regain his human face.
Behind him Doyle and Cordelia sighed in relief.
"Hey! How come I'm not on the list?" Willow complained
"I really need popcorn for this," Doyle muttered.
"I can't believe my ears," Cordelia said to no one in particular.
"You would be willing? What about Oz and all that about how wolfy he is?" Anya wanted to know.
"You got me worked up the other night," the witch defended.
"Other night?" Angel and Cordelia echoed.
The distant sound of the doorbell made Buffy stand.
"Be back in a sec," she yelled as she ran.
"Why wasn't I considered as an option?" Willow asked of Anya.
"You and Oz are exclusive so I figured you'd say no. I did consider you though," Anya told her.
"…crazy." Buffy's voice drifted up the stairs. Soon, she and Spike came into view.
"Good, you have chocolate, not like last time. Nice room by the way. Better than that dorm of yours," Spike took up a spot on the bed, leaning back on the pillows. Buffy came to sit next to him (in a proximity that earned another growl from Angel).
"Why isn't he tied up?" Anya was more curious than concerned.
"We'll tie him up when Giles comes back to get him," Buffy replied handing Spike a bar of chocolate. He accepted with a smile.
"You still haven't given me that recipe your mother has for hot cocoa," Spike complained.
"I waited until you found your own crypt," Buffy replied.
"Sooo nice of you," Spike imitated Buffy's voice.
Buffy glared at him and playfully swatted his arm.
"Anyway, I think we were interrupted the last time," Spike decided.
"I still can't believe you had sex with Angelus," Willow muttered.
"What?" Cordelia screeched.
Angel did something nearly impossible for a vampire; he blushed.
"I can't believe they went on afterwards," Spike said. "Especially knowing how guilt ridden Peaches is."
Cordelia landed a punch on Angel's shoulder. It made her hand ache and him to simply blink, but she had to vent her anger and sock. "You were having sex after you learnt about the clause?" she demanded.
"We did not go all the way." He sounded guilty like a teenager caught on the act by his girlfriend's parents.
Doyle looked like he was about to laugh or scold him. Cordelia just tried to incinerate him where he stood.
"He gave her great orgasms," Anya rushed to the rescue.
Doyle snickered seeing how embarrassed Angel looked. Cordelia had gone pale.
"Maybe you two should leave," he told Doyle and Cordelia.
"It doesn't make everything right," Willow said.
"Yes it does," Spike and Buffy chorused.
Willow blushed and Anya laughed.
"I think I need to scrub my brain now," Cordelia muttered.
Doyle shifted uneasily.
Angel looked anywhere but them.
"Still, we did not have time to finish," Spike brought the girls back on the now.
"I wanted to ask Anya a question," Willow said.
"This could get interesting," said Spike. "Slayer, do you have any liquor in the house."
"Kitchen, under the sink for vodka and living room cabinet for whisky."
Spike got up. "Don't start without me," he warned.
Cordelia took the opportunity to yell at Angel.
"You and Buffy continued having sex despite Angelus? And why the hell she slept with him if he tried to kill her?"
"He didn't," Angel was reluctant to reply. "The demon was obsessed with her and wanted to turn her after she matured a bit. He could not stay away from her and neither could Buffy. After the Judge incident they met at one of the cemeteries."
"Where else?" muttered Cordelia with a shrug.
"Spike is back," Doyle informed them.
"Brought the vodka."
"Well, I wanted to know if you ever had sex in male form," Willow asked Anya.
"1590," Anya said, "Then again in 1687 and then in 1899, right on the turn of the century."
"How was it?" Willow asked.
"Interesting."
"You had sex with a man or a woman," Buffy asked.
"I wanted to ask the same thing," Doyle muttered. Cordelia gave him a strange look.
"I tried everything actually. Just don't tell Xander. He freaked when I asked for a bit more spice in our sex life."
"Define it to us," Spike was eager to hear.
"Well, something along the lines of stimulants, or maybe bondage," said the former demon.
"He's an idiot," muttered Spike.
"I second that," Buffy spoke before she could think.
Angel cringed. Cordelia had blushed and Doyle was not faring any better.
"I don't want to know, ever," Willow proclaimed.
"I do," Anya said.
Buffy flushed.
"Come on Slayer," Spike whined. "I'll do anything."
"Well…One time we used manacles with Angelus," the Slayer was reluctant to admit.
"Oh, God!" Cordelia exclaimed as she covered her ears. "I'm so out of here!"
Yet she made no move to leave.
Angel, for his part, went beat red in embarrassment.
"And?" Anya probed.
"Scarves with both Angelus and Angel. Silk."
"Who got to be tied down?" Willow asked.
"I'll never be able to wear a scarf ever again," said Cordelia.
Angel stood ready for their next reaction if the conversation stirred the way he thought it was.
"Well, Angelus liked me tied up, but after one night he changed his mind. Angel held that memory. Mostly, I was tied down, not that I complained," Buffy had a wistful smile. "I prefer the scarves, though. Their texture is arousing."
"I really need a drink," muttered Doyle.
Cordelia glared at Angel's silk shirt, the vampire ignoring them. In fact he had not spoken or glanced their way for a long while.
"Yeah, they bite though," said Spike. "But pain is good."
Anya nodded, grabbing the bottle of vodka from Spike and taking a swig.
"Better than an orgy?" Buffy asked Anya.
Angel let out a sound that sounded like a yelp, or even a squeak. Cordelia noticed Doyle come back down holding two bottles of scotch. He handed one to Angel. The vampire took it and gulped down half the bottle.
"He might need more," said Cordelia.
Doyle just nodded.
"It depends, really. A vampire I was dating once, Cristien, he had a thing about whips."
"Whips are good," Spike interjected.
"Of course they are, if you heal fast," said Anya. "Xander let me once be the dom. It was fun."
"I thought he said no to weird stuff," said Willow.
"But he agreed to role playing," said Anya.
"I know I'm gonna regret this, but what was the theme of the night?" Buffy asked.
"He was my slave and I was the virgin daughter of the owner," said Anya.
"You know these people?" Doyle looked surprised.
"Unfortunately yes," said Cordelia.
Angel tried to suppress the image as well. Now he had one more reason to not like Xander.
"Okay," Willow said after a long pause.
"No amount of alcohol can take that image away," said Spike with a grimace.
"Ugh," was all Buffy uttered.
"Like Angelus did not play Lord of Pain with you," said Anya.
Angel took another gulp from the drink. The discussion the four on the tape had was bringing back memories and made him want to do several things, one stupider than the other and all of them Buffy-centered.
"Actually," Buffy bit her lip.
Spike offered her the bottle and she took a long sip.
"Well, Angelus likes to receive pain as much as he likes dishing it out."
"Don't start the cryptic crap, Slayer," Spike whined.
She gave them an evil smirk that revealed that which Angelus had. "Holy water, crosses, sunlight." She counted the ways in her fingers.
"Crosses?" Spike asked.
"Angel's favorite," Buffy said seriously.
Angel wanted to crawl under a rock and hide, probably for the rest of eternity.
"That was the last straw," Cordelia said as she ran out of the room. Doyle went to join her, leaving his bottle down for Angel.
"Good luck mate," he muttered, not whether the vampire was paying attention or not.
"Angelus was into holy water. Once I sprinkled the scarves with it…Well, he did like it."
"And the bloodletting," Spike reminded her.
Angel choked on the whisky. 'Exactly what did they discuss the last time?' he wondered.
Then again he had an idea. He took a look at his Childe and his mate.
'Mate.'
The word rang strong in his head and heart and blood. Buffy was his mate. He fell in love with her on first sight but only after they had parted gave way to the demon. It was a moment of weakness, one he would repeat again.
"It just occurred to me that out of all of us Buffy is kinkier," Willow mused.
"No way Red. I come first."
"Elaborate," said Willow.
"I stayed with Dru for a century. How much kinkier does it get?" demanded the bleached vampire?
"How about making out with the vamped version of yourself from another universe?" Buffy suggested.
Anya stared at Willow and Spike got the hint. He had a wonderful expression, somewhere between shock and pleasure.
"Well," he found his voice. "Looks like little Miss Willow has a dark side."
"I like you more," Anya told Willow.
"I think I need the vodka," the witch decided.
The rest chuckled.
"So as we're here anyway, does anyone want to ask anything?" Spike said.
"No doctor Spike," Buffy said with mirth.
They continued fooling around. Anya did most of the talking; describing some orgy she had taken part centuries ago. Angel in front of the screen paying only half an ear to what Anya was actually saying. His whole attention was focused on Buffy and how she looked. He scowled at the times she drank more vodka and cursed at his reckless Childe.
He heard how Willow had broken up with Oz, how she empathized with Buffy, how she almost took Anya's place as a demon. On that last tidbit of information he shuddered. Vampire Willow was bad; Willow the Vengeance demon would have been…he could not describe it. And then…
"Sorry again for that spell," she told Buffy and Spike.
"It was not that bad," Buffy said then.
Spike perked up. "Really?"
"It might be the vodka speaking," said the Slayer.
"If you must know, no one has ever complained about my kissing skills," said Spike.
Angel practically spit the whisky he was about to swallow.
'Buffy and Spike?'
"That's why Drusilla dumped you?" Anya said.
"Tell them Slayer," Spike pouted.
Buffy rolled her eyes.
Getting exasperated, Spike grabbed her and kissed her.
Angel threw the bottle against the wall, letting out a furious growl.
Doyle hurried down, Cordelia following behind him. Both of them took in the scene where Spike and Buffy did some very heavy kissing.
"Are they going to come back for air, 'cause he might not need it but she does," muttered Cordelia.
Angel was in deep vamp face, growling and clenching his fists.
"Wow!" that was all Willow could say for several minutes.
Anya nodded.
Spike released Buffy, who was now talking long, deep breaths. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips swollen.
"Imagine if he went down on her," said Anya with a wistful look in her eyes.
Doyle had to grab Angel from smashing the television screen. Cordelia just looked dumbstruck at what she had seen.
"Calm down Angel," Doyle kept saying.
"That asshole, that good for nothing vampire. I should have staked his ass years ago," Angel kept saying.
"Anya!" Willow shouted. "I don't want detailed images."
"Did Oz ever go down on you?" demanded the former demon.
Cordelia was out of the room in record time.
Doyle followed soon after, reluctant to leave Angel in the state the vampire was in.
"Yes," the witch supplied reluctantly.
"How about the opposite?" Spike demanded.
The witch colored.
"Guys," warned Buffy.
"Shut up Slayer. I bet you did give Peaches a blow job. Or was it Angelus. The Poof would be too much of a gentleman to ask."
Angel blushed again and he was thankful he was alone again. He looked down at his crotch. The conversation was getting him worked up.
"Buffy!" Anya said impressed. Willow had screamed her name in shock.
"You said nothing about the bondage and yet a blow job offends you?" the Slayer asked Willow.
"More like the you with Angelus scenario," her friend admitted. "We had discussed about the blow job. You had given it to Angel before your birthday."
Buffy looked horrified, so did Willow once she realized her slip. Anya laughed and Spike had a look like it was present day for vampires with lots of blood and carnage.
"Oops," Willow winced.
Angel winced as well. He had no idea Willow had known about that.
'Had they practiced,' he wondered to himself but soon found the picture dangerous and weird.
"Slayer, I never thought you of all people had it in you. And don't even get me started about Angel," Spike had a huge grin on his face.
"Did you use condoms?" Anya was curious.
"I thought vampires…you know," Willow stuttered.
"Shot blanks?" Anya offered.
"Hey!" Spike yelped.
"No offence meant," Anya clarified. "Most humans that have sex with vampires use because of the diseases. Vampires are incredibly active sexual creatures. Others just have trouble…swallowing."
"Huh," Willow just stared.
"Because it is rather weird. They have no bodily fluids," Anya said awkwardly.
"You mean…blood?" Willow looked uncomfortable.
"Sounding incredibly lame, let me say one thing: Duh," that was Spike.
All eyes were on Buffy. "What can I say?" she shrugged.
"Is it cold?" Willow asks. "Cause, you know, dead body."
Spike actually blushed.
"Not really," Anya replied.
Angel groaned. This was torture. And very embarrassing.
"Saved by the bell," Spike muttered then.
Buffy stood.
"Wait! It's Xander!" Spike warned.
After that there was rustle and cursing as they tied Spike, but the tape ended.
Angel stared at the empty screen.
Sunnydale, two days before:
"Spike, you're the best," Willow said with a smile. She wore gloves as she took care of the video tape.
"I had motive," said the vampire, smiling despite the ropes.
They all moved to the sitting room.
"I'll mail it tomorrow," said Willow.
Buffy scratched the band aid on her wrist. Spike had drunk from her earlier, after he had told them the plan. It was a fair exchange though.
"You'd better be right," warned Buffy.
"End of discussion," ordered Willow as she opened the door to Xander.
"Hey guys! Brought the movies and the pizza," Xander announced.
