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Chapter 18- Whispered Confession
The soft knock on the door wasn't loud enough to register in either Buffy or Angel's mind as they slumbered. The warmth of Buffy's body had pushed Angel into a sleep he hadn't experienced in ages. And Buffy was too content wrapped up in the coolness that was Angel to complain. They lay snuggled underneath her blankets curled into each other like their lives depended on it. The door creaked open slowly casting light upon the sleeping lovers.
Fred sighed and laid her head against Wes' chest. "I don't want to wake them for this. This is probably the first time that I have ever seen that look on Angel's face."
Wes kissed the top of her head, also enjoying the look of contentment on both Buffy and Angel's face. He hadn't been around during the golden age of the Buffy and Angel saga; it had gone bad long before he got there. And he had not yet joined Angel's crew when the day that was not happened. "What age is that sweet?"
Fred smiled and snuggled deeper against him. "The same look I see on my face whenever I look in the mirror. The look that says I am in loved, and I am loved. The look that says that I can take on anything in the entire world as long as I have my lover behind me."
"Bloody hell, can't you lovebirds take it somewhere else? We have a big bad to fight now! We don't have time for the wishy washy." Spike pushed between them, coming to a stop in the doorway. He stared at the pair for a moment, and then quickly walked to the bed.
"Oh... Right then. Well, easy enough to fix." Kneeling over Buffy's side of the bed, Spike kissed her hard, darting his tongue between her teeth as she opened her mouth to breathe. It was how he used to wake her up, back when the relationship between them was nothing more then sex.
"Oh hell," Wes sighed, leaving Fred's arms to stand closer to the bed. He knew how this would end up.
Buffy awoke with a start, her natural instinct to kiss back kicking in. She sat upwards leaning in to Spike's kiss instinctively. Feeling her move, Angel awoke, his eyes opening to see Buffy kissing Spike, the blanket sliding down and exposing her breasts. Never one to miss an opportunity, Spike covered her breast with his palm, caressing and gripping at the same time. Angel growled and lunged at him, knocking them both backwards on the floor. Buffy kept upright only through quick thinking and the fact that the blanket was tucked under the mattress on her side. The boys threw blows at one another, snarling at each other in their vamp faces. For once, Buffy made no effort to stop them. She was tired of breaking up their fights. They had, after all been going on long before her grandmother was even born.
"What in the hell is going on up here?" Faith and the rest of the crew crowded into the doorway to see. They were rewarded with the sight of a nude Angel straddling Spike and punching him in the face.
"Well that is just a tad on the homo-erotic side don't ya think?" Xander quipped. Faith shook her head, "Nah, Xand man. This is primo hotness."
"Oh, oh, Buffy is naked too. Angel and Buffy are both naked! Isn't that bad, doesn't that mean bad things?" Anya bounced up and down with excitement, oh how she loved drama!
Everyone quickly became silent, even the fighting vampires. The fact that this might be Angelus swept through all of their minds, and Angel made no effort to correct them. It saddened him that they assumed so little of he and Buffy's control. They could do things without having sex. She wasn't 17 anymore.
"We didn't sleep together if that is what everyone is worried about. I am capable of controlling my libido despite how it looks these days. That is just Angel beating the crap out of Spike. Although why they are even fighting makes no sense to me. Seems like they should be right about even on the let's see who can play with Buffy scorecard." Buffy's quiet and calm fury swept through the room like an ice storm. She was trying to be mature, but damn if it wasn't hard to be the only mature one when the other two of her little threesome were centuries old.
Faith knew this was her opportunity to spill the beans about Spike's little foray back into the world of wickedom. But for once, she kept her mouth shut. It seemed to reason that Angel would definitely know what Spike had done, and if he hadn't used that for brownie points in this contest for Buffy's love, she knew there must be some sort of reason. Course, it also could just be blackmail, but Faith knew all about black mail. And Angel had been kind to her once when no one else was. She wouldn't throw that away on a vampire she had never really even talked to.
"Buff, you know it isn't like that." Angel stood, comfortable in his nudity in the way that vampires often are. Spike hopped up too, immediately feeling bad for pushing Angel's buttons. Hadn't he done the same thing just two days ago? Hadn't he also just tried to release Angelus and get him killed? Couldn't really fault the guy for getting his rocks off. They did both love her after all.
"Holy cow..." Anya's head tipped sideways as she admired Angel's body. She turned to look at Xander with wide eyes. "I thought you said that I must have been imagining Spike's size! I thought you said that penises didn't come bigger then yours!"
Xander's face turned blood red and he muttered something about wishing she was a demon of not talking. He gripped her arm and led her down the stairs. She could still be heard asking questions as they walked.
The room looked around at each other and busted into laughter. The tension was lost as it often if in a roomful of people that have been friends for years. Angel turned to look at Spike, his mouth turned upwards in a semi- friendly grin, which was something between those two. "You slept with Anya?"
"Well, it was a long time ago. Back before miss thang here decided that I was more useful then an on demand sex machine." He tipped his head up at Buffy, the grin on his face letting her know he was just joking.
"I wouldn't go so far as to say that I have actually decided that Spike. Now could everyone leave so I can get dressed and find out what is so important that everyone was up here anyway?"
Everyone filed out, except for the two vampires. They looked at each other, and Buffy could tell they were communicating in the way that only vamps connected by blood can do. Both of them nodded suddenly, and they turned to face her. "Buff, we need to do something now. It needs to be done soon before Peaches and I off each other before the harvest."
Angel nodded. "We have to learn to accept the sight of the other touching you and learn to turn the jealousy into sexual passion. Or this is never going to work."
Her first instinct was to tell them to shove their grand plans up their ass, but the new mature Buffy understood that certain things needed to be done. "How do you know this needs to be done?" They looked at each other again, and Buffy suddenly knew the answer. Her own jealousy swelled within her as she thought of her boys locked in an embrace with Darla and Dru between them. Thoughts of lots of pale skin and dark hair and blonde hair intermixing. She shook her head forcefully to clear the vision, and suddenly understanding what they meant, turned her jealousy into sexual energy. She dropped the blanket and crawled to the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of them silently. The three embraced, Angel kissing along her neck and back, Spike working on her lips and throat. They growled at each other a little, and their jealousy fed Buffy's passion. Finally, the three stopped, panting with desire. Her glazed over eyes registered the fact that both of them were hard and ready for her.
It was a power she had never really experienced until now. The true power of her own sexuality. She knew that she could do whatever she wanted at this instant. If she wanted to have them both right now, they would. They would throw away all of the responsibility that was awaiting them downstairs and do nothing more then love her, worship her body.
"Wow," she whispered. For the first time in a very long time, she felt resentment at her friends well within her. Resentment that everyone needed to be saved again, resentment that she had received this damn calling.
"But if you weren't the slayer pet..." Spike whispered.... "You wouldn't have met us and had this power" Angel finished. It was that moment that made Buffy realize the truth. She loved these men. Loved both of them with all of her heart and soul. And she was going to be able to do this damn prophecy because she was the slayer, and she needed to save the world. But there was no reason that she couldn't love them both to the maximum over the next two weeks. No reason that they needed to wait to be together. They could read her thoughts, they could read her emotions. Both of these men knew everything there was to know about Buffy Anne Summers. They had seen her at her best, and had seen her at her worst. In two weeks, she would be unable to recapture this moment, unable to know that two people in this world full of people loved her unconditionally.
She cupped Spike's face in her palms, kissing him slowly and lovingly. She poured every inch of what she was feeling into him. She had never once actually told Spike that she loved him. He knew of course, she had to love him to get into the prophecy. But she wanted to tell him right now. "I love you Spike. With all of my heart, and my soul I love you, and no matter what happens, I am going to love you. Even if I can't remember it." Spike sucked in his breath at her words, wanting to weep at the beauty.
She turned to Angel then and repeated the process. Whispering her eternal love against his lips. She left them standing there as she moved to the closet. Feeling light and happy for the first time in ages, Buffy slid a white shirt over her head and paired it with a flared denim skirt. She let her hair down, brushed it out and slid on yellow flip flops. She turned back towards the boys and smiled. They were both shell shocked and silent.
"Angel darling you might want to be on some clothes." She exited then, going downstairs to face the latest bad news.
Chapter 18- Whispered Confession
The soft knock on the door wasn't loud enough to register in either Buffy or Angel's mind as they slumbered. The warmth of Buffy's body had pushed Angel into a sleep he hadn't experienced in ages. And Buffy was too content wrapped up in the coolness that was Angel to complain. They lay snuggled underneath her blankets curled into each other like their lives depended on it. The door creaked open slowly casting light upon the sleeping lovers.
Fred sighed and laid her head against Wes' chest. "I don't want to wake them for this. This is probably the first time that I have ever seen that look on Angel's face."
Wes kissed the top of her head, also enjoying the look of contentment on both Buffy and Angel's face. He hadn't been around during the golden age of the Buffy and Angel saga; it had gone bad long before he got there. And he had not yet joined Angel's crew when the day that was not happened. "What age is that sweet?"
Fred smiled and snuggled deeper against him. "The same look I see on my face whenever I look in the mirror. The look that says I am in loved, and I am loved. The look that says that I can take on anything in the entire world as long as I have my lover behind me."
"Bloody hell, can't you lovebirds take it somewhere else? We have a big bad to fight now! We don't have time for the wishy washy." Spike pushed between them, coming to a stop in the doorway. He stared at the pair for a moment, and then quickly walked to the bed.
"Oh... Right then. Well, easy enough to fix." Kneeling over Buffy's side of the bed, Spike kissed her hard, darting his tongue between her teeth as she opened her mouth to breathe. It was how he used to wake her up, back when the relationship between them was nothing more then sex.
"Oh hell," Wes sighed, leaving Fred's arms to stand closer to the bed. He knew how this would end up.
Buffy awoke with a start, her natural instinct to kiss back kicking in. She sat upwards leaning in to Spike's kiss instinctively. Feeling her move, Angel awoke, his eyes opening to see Buffy kissing Spike, the blanket sliding down and exposing her breasts. Never one to miss an opportunity, Spike covered her breast with his palm, caressing and gripping at the same time. Angel growled and lunged at him, knocking them both backwards on the floor. Buffy kept upright only through quick thinking and the fact that the blanket was tucked under the mattress on her side. The boys threw blows at one another, snarling at each other in their vamp faces. For once, Buffy made no effort to stop them. She was tired of breaking up their fights. They had, after all been going on long before her grandmother was even born.
"What in the hell is going on up here?" Faith and the rest of the crew crowded into the doorway to see. They were rewarded with the sight of a nude Angel straddling Spike and punching him in the face.
"Well that is just a tad on the homo-erotic side don't ya think?" Xander quipped. Faith shook her head, "Nah, Xand man. This is primo hotness."
"Oh, oh, Buffy is naked too. Angel and Buffy are both naked! Isn't that bad, doesn't that mean bad things?" Anya bounced up and down with excitement, oh how she loved drama!
Everyone quickly became silent, even the fighting vampires. The fact that this might be Angelus swept through all of their minds, and Angel made no effort to correct them. It saddened him that they assumed so little of he and Buffy's control. They could do things without having sex. She wasn't 17 anymore.
"We didn't sleep together if that is what everyone is worried about. I am capable of controlling my libido despite how it looks these days. That is just Angel beating the crap out of Spike. Although why they are even fighting makes no sense to me. Seems like they should be right about even on the let's see who can play with Buffy scorecard." Buffy's quiet and calm fury swept through the room like an ice storm. She was trying to be mature, but damn if it wasn't hard to be the only mature one when the other two of her little threesome were centuries old.
Faith knew this was her opportunity to spill the beans about Spike's little foray back into the world of wickedom. But for once, she kept her mouth shut. It seemed to reason that Angel would definitely know what Spike had done, and if he hadn't used that for brownie points in this contest for Buffy's love, she knew there must be some sort of reason. Course, it also could just be blackmail, but Faith knew all about black mail. And Angel had been kind to her once when no one else was. She wouldn't throw that away on a vampire she had never really even talked to.
"Buff, you know it isn't like that." Angel stood, comfortable in his nudity in the way that vampires often are. Spike hopped up too, immediately feeling bad for pushing Angel's buttons. Hadn't he done the same thing just two days ago? Hadn't he also just tried to release Angelus and get him killed? Couldn't really fault the guy for getting his rocks off. They did both love her after all.
"Holy cow..." Anya's head tipped sideways as she admired Angel's body. She turned to look at Xander with wide eyes. "I thought you said that I must have been imagining Spike's size! I thought you said that penises didn't come bigger then yours!"
Xander's face turned blood red and he muttered something about wishing she was a demon of not talking. He gripped her arm and led her down the stairs. She could still be heard asking questions as they walked.
The room looked around at each other and busted into laughter. The tension was lost as it often if in a roomful of people that have been friends for years. Angel turned to look at Spike, his mouth turned upwards in a semi- friendly grin, which was something between those two. "You slept with Anya?"
"Well, it was a long time ago. Back before miss thang here decided that I was more useful then an on demand sex machine." He tipped his head up at Buffy, the grin on his face letting her know he was just joking.
"I wouldn't go so far as to say that I have actually decided that Spike. Now could everyone leave so I can get dressed and find out what is so important that everyone was up here anyway?"
Everyone filed out, except for the two vampires. They looked at each other, and Buffy could tell they were communicating in the way that only vamps connected by blood can do. Both of them nodded suddenly, and they turned to face her. "Buff, we need to do something now. It needs to be done soon before Peaches and I off each other before the harvest."
Angel nodded. "We have to learn to accept the sight of the other touching you and learn to turn the jealousy into sexual passion. Or this is never going to work."
Her first instinct was to tell them to shove their grand plans up their ass, but the new mature Buffy understood that certain things needed to be done. "How do you know this needs to be done?" They looked at each other again, and Buffy suddenly knew the answer. Her own jealousy swelled within her as she thought of her boys locked in an embrace with Darla and Dru between them. Thoughts of lots of pale skin and dark hair and blonde hair intermixing. She shook her head forcefully to clear the vision, and suddenly understanding what they meant, turned her jealousy into sexual energy. She dropped the blanket and crawled to the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of them silently. The three embraced, Angel kissing along her neck and back, Spike working on her lips and throat. They growled at each other a little, and their jealousy fed Buffy's passion. Finally, the three stopped, panting with desire. Her glazed over eyes registered the fact that both of them were hard and ready for her.
It was a power she had never really experienced until now. The true power of her own sexuality. She knew that she could do whatever she wanted at this instant. If she wanted to have them both right now, they would. They would throw away all of the responsibility that was awaiting them downstairs and do nothing more then love her, worship her body.
"Wow," she whispered. For the first time in a very long time, she felt resentment at her friends well within her. Resentment that everyone needed to be saved again, resentment that she had received this damn calling.
"But if you weren't the slayer pet..." Spike whispered.... "You wouldn't have met us and had this power" Angel finished. It was that moment that made Buffy realize the truth. She loved these men. Loved both of them with all of her heart and soul. And she was going to be able to do this damn prophecy because she was the slayer, and she needed to save the world. But there was no reason that she couldn't love them both to the maximum over the next two weeks. No reason that they needed to wait to be together. They could read her thoughts, they could read her emotions. Both of these men knew everything there was to know about Buffy Anne Summers. They had seen her at her best, and had seen her at her worst. In two weeks, she would be unable to recapture this moment, unable to know that two people in this world full of people loved her unconditionally.
She cupped Spike's face in her palms, kissing him slowly and lovingly. She poured every inch of what she was feeling into him. She had never once actually told Spike that she loved him. He knew of course, she had to love him to get into the prophecy. But she wanted to tell him right now. "I love you Spike. With all of my heart, and my soul I love you, and no matter what happens, I am going to love you. Even if I can't remember it." Spike sucked in his breath at her words, wanting to weep at the beauty.
She turned to Angel then and repeated the process. Whispering her eternal love against his lips. She left them standing there as she moved to the closet. Feeling light and happy for the first time in ages, Buffy slid a white shirt over her head and paired it with a flared denim skirt. She let her hair down, brushed it out and slid on yellow flip flops. She turned back towards the boys and smiled. They were both shell shocked and silent.
"Angel darling you might want to be on some clothes." She exited then, going downstairs to face the latest bad news.