AN: Warning: There's sex between two consenting adult woman. Nothing too graphic, though.

Chapter II - W&H: Italian Style

Angel, Spike and Faith were back at the dance club. The two men talking to the bartender, while Faith watched them in amusement. Was she this desperate? She looked out at the club and the image of Buffy dancing was burned into her memory. She remembered their time at the Bronze before she...before Finch. They were great together. She wouldn't forget the feel of the blonde's skin as they brushed up against each other or the wild untamed look that she rarely got to see in the usually uptight slayer.

She shook herself out from her thoughts, catching the end of the vampire's conversation.

"If we had our resources, if we had our team, if we had our helicopters or—he'd be in a world of—"

Spike cut Angel off. "Hang on. Doesn't Wolfram & Hart have an office here in Rome?"

"Hold on. What does W&H have to do with anything," asked Faith looking slightly confused.

After explaining how Angel became the head honcho of Wolfram & Hart in L.A., the trio went to Wolfram & Hart's Rome Office.

They stepped off the elevator and into a lobby that looked eerily identical to the L.A. branch's lobby. The office was busy with people chatting away in Italian, and walking hurriedly from one place to the other.

"Huh," Angel commented as he looked around. Everything was exactly the same.

"Classy digs," said Faith.

A woman wearing a low-cut, tight, slinky sundress walked towards them, talking very animatedly. "Ciao! Benvenuti! Welcome! Ah, Spike," she greeted as she turned to the bleach blonde vamp and kiss both of his cheeks and giggled. "Oh! You are the very meaning of handsome. You take my breath away. Ah, I have no breath," she jested all the while giggling and smiling away as thought everything was perfect and happy.

She then turned to Faith and kissed both her cheeks, which the slayer didn't seem to mind since this woman was a major babe. A little weird, but hot nonetheless. "Faith, what a great surprise!" the woman exclaimed. "My what a gorgeous creature you are. My heart leaps at your beauty." Faith smiled at that, the woman had tasted.

The woman continued her greeting and turned to Angel, kissing both his cheeks as well. "And you...what an honor. The great Angelus."

"Actually, it's just Angel," he said as he fidgeted, not used such an affectionate gesture.

"Ah, yes, of course," the woman conceded. "The gypsies, they gave you your souls. The gypsies are filthy people." She then spits, eliciting weird looks from her guests, and declared, "And we shall speak of them no more. I am Ilona Costa Bianchi. I'm the CEO of the Roman offices of Wolfram e Hart. And please, we are at your disposal. Whatever it is that you want, we give to you. If you want the world, we give you the world. We give you TWO worlds, in fact, because this is our way." She finishes off, laughing joyously.

The trio stare at each other, wondering if they should trust this Ilona.

After a moment Angel spoke. "Okay."

"Good, yeah," added Spike.

"Cool," Faith said with a shrug.

Ilona smiled at them and motioned the vampires and slayer to follow her. "Now, let's go in my office, and we talk like adults, eh? Come." She spoke to the receptionist in rapid Italian requesting food and beverages for their guests, while the trio just looked at each other and shrugged then following Ilona.

"She seems nice," commented Faith as they made their way into the office.

Ilona's office is located where Angel's office would be in the L.A. branch, but decorated very differently with many religious painting and worldly items from the Italian renaissance periods.

With a cigarette in hand, Ilona gestured for them to sit. "Please, make yourselves as though you were at home. Your problems, they are no more. You have no more problems." She shrugs and chuckles casually. "What are your problems?"

Faith wandered around the office, looking at the different paintings and objects while the others sat down around Ilona's desk.

"Our friend, she's under some sort of spell..." Angel explained earnestly.

"Cast by the vilest wretch this side of Mount Everest," Spike continued. "Which, I'm told, he has climbed...several times."

"Look," said Angel looking irritated. "He goes by the name of The Immortal."
Ilona's expression became dreamy. "Ah, The Immortal," she swooned. "Then your friend is lucky. I have had dealings with The Immortal many times, and I must say that the outcome is always..." She tried to find a word to describe it. "Most satisfactory."

Faith interrupted, "So what's the deal with this Immortal guy anyway. He must be wicked old from what I've been hearing."

"Ah, yes." Ilona answered, "He is a great man. Very wise and knowledgeable. And VERY experienced. His reputations is widely known. Especially with the ladies." Ilona chuckled again.

Faith caught the gist of what she was saying. "He's a good lay...gotcha."

"Your reputation also precedes you Faith," Ilona said as she stared at the dark slayer with a sultry gaze. "I hope we could do...business sometime in the future." Faith cocked her eyebrow. Was Ilona flirting with her? She is beautiful, and what a body.

Ilona drew her attention back to the vampires, who were staring at her curiously. "Now back to your problems."

"He's got her trapped," Spike said fervently.

"It's a love spell, and we --"

Ilona cut Angel off. "It's doubtful," she said unconvinced. "The Immortal doesn't use spells. He considers them dirty. Dirty tricks for dirty people. Like gypsies." With that she spits and again declares, "We will speak of them no more."

"Well, he's done something magic to her." Spike was not giving up.

"We need to do some research," Angel stated. "Look, don't you guys have, like, an Italian Wesley here?"

"Yes. Yes, we have, but he's taking a nap. And I do not need him to tell me what is already widely known." Her next words were said slowly and undoubtedly. "That The Immortal does not use magic."

"Guys, come on. Get over it," Faith interrupted. "I have." The last part was said quietly. The vampires paid no attention to her and continued to try and convince Ilona that the Immortal is evil and needs to be stopped.

"There must be somethin' else," Spike said almost pleadingly.

"Look," Angel continued. "We need to know everything there is to know about him. We need --"

Angel was once again cut off by Ilona "To keep your head." She laughed at the questioningly stares she received. "We know all about your mission to retrieve the Capo di Famiglia. And I have to say, right now it seems a bit more important than trying to pry your friend off of The Immortal. Your head is in great danger." She picks up a piece of paper from her desk. "We have already received a ransom note. It was addressed to you via our offices." She unfolds the paper and hands it to Angel. "I took the liberty sneaking a peak." Angel stared at the smiling Ilona in annoyance. "We must hurry because the drop is about to take place in less than one hour."

"All right." Angel nodded. Ilona had a point. "We're gonna need a chase helicopter, assault team..."

"And guns," Spike added. "Lots and lots of guns."

Faith ears perked up at the prospect of heavy machinery and decided to join them. "Sounds like fun. Can I come?"

"No, no, no, no! No, no," Ilona said shaking her head and squeezing each of their cheeks. "The three of you are so precious. But no! This is a civilized country. We do these things all the time," she explains. "Somebody gets kidnapped, somebody pays the money. Everybody goes home happy. Grazie. Prego. Kiss, kiss. We already have the money ready to go." Ilona gestured to Pietro, her assistant, who opened the briefcase in his hands, revealing stacks of Euros.

Angel and Spike looked at each other and sigh. "Alright, fine, whatever," Angel agreed. "We'll do it your way."

"Who's making the drop?" Spike asked.

Ilona pointed to the three of them, "You."

"Count me out," said Faith as she spotted some weapons on a far wall. "Sounds like a total snore fest. You boys can handle yourselves. I'll just hang here till you get back." She then picked up a magnificently crafted sword and twirled it around for a bit.

After they got the details for the ransom exchange, the vampires said their farewells and left the office with suitcase in hand. Faith continued doing an assortment of movements with the weapon, some thrusts and slashes, while Ilona watched with interest.

"You're very good," Ilona purred as she made her way to the dark slayer.

Faith stopped and placed the sword in it's holder and turned to Ilona. "I'm good at a lot of things," she shrugged.

Ilona was now facing Faith, tracing her fingers up the slayers arm. "I'm sure. I would like to find out what else you are good at," the Italian woman asked flirtatiously.

"You mentioned doing...business," Faith flirted back. It's been a while since she got some, and she was starting get horny from Ilona's touches. She grabbed Ilona's waist and pulled the woman towards.

"It would be a pleasure doing business with you," Ilona smiled as she wrapped her arms around Faith's neck, bringing them into a heated kiss.

Faith traveled her hands down to Ilona's thighs, picking her up while Ilona wrapped her legs around Faith's waist. Without breaking the kiss, Faith made her way to a leather couch that Ilona had in her office, laying them both down on the cushions. Clothes were thrown everywhere while lips and hands explored squirming bodies. Soft moans and grunts could be heard throughout the office as they brought each other to climax.

They lay together on the couch, naked and exhausted. Faith on her back with Ilona snuggled up against her side tracing patterns on the slayer's stomach.

"I think that you're an even better business partner than The Immortal," said Ilona as she sighed contentedly. When she didn't get an answer she looked up to see the slayer staring up a the ceiling, seeming to be lost in thought.

Faith just laid there silent, she couldn't get Buffy Summers out of her head. It's like she took permanent residence in Faith's brain. Even as Ilona brought her to orgasm, she almost called out the blonde slayer's name.

"You love her, don't you?" Ilona asked, bringing Faith out of her musing.

"What?" Faith looked down at her in surprise.

"Your friend who is with The Immortal."

Faith quietly stared at Ilona for a few moments, then stared back at the ceiling and breathed out a soft, "Yeah."

"Is that why you come to Rome? Like Spike and Angel."

"No," Faith shook her head. "The opposite actually. I didn't even know she was here. I haven't seen her since we were on the bus leaving Sunnydale. There were a lot of new capable young slayers to look over the hellmouths, so I decided to travel, see the sights, and slay a few demons along the way. I never expected to run into HER again. I thought I had finally moved on with my life."

"Maybe you have," said Ilona. "You just have to let her go. She seems very happy with The Immortal."

Ilona was right, Faith had to let go of her feelings for the other slayer. She needed to live her life. Getting up, Faith retrieved her clothes that were strewn throughout the office and began to dress, while Ilona watched her.

After she finished putting on her clothes she turned to Ilona. She hesitated a little before saying, "Thanks."

Ilona just waved her hand like it nothing. "We should do business again sometime," she said as she smiled at the dark slayer.

Faith just nodded her head and smiled back before leaving the office. Walking out of Wolfram & Hart, Faith made her way down the street, she had a lot of thinking to do.

TBC