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"Okay, so I think I just walked in on something." Buffy started to remove her clothing as she spoke. Angle sat back with a small grin on his face as he watched as she performed her usual ritual.
"That whole scent thing. All I have to say about that is way too much information. Ewww." She shuddered. "So do not need to know." Buffy turned her back so Angel could unhook her bra. Which he did before pulling her body back into his arms.
"Oh no, I don't think so. Along with the super smelling comes the super hearing. Are they like hearing us every night? And smelling us everyday? Just cannot deal with this. Our sex life is known by all." She looked at him accusingly.
"Sorry Buff. I'm not responsible for vampire physiology. Now, come here. You should never refuse your sire." He grabbed her ankle and hauled her back to him, causing her to yelp.
"We can't. They'll hear." She whispered.
"Baby, it's nothing they haven't been hearing for months." He positioned her under him, spreading her legs and working his way down her stomach. Angel's excitement grew as he felt her body quiver in anticipated response.
Buffy moaned, her thoughts quickly being replaced by all the things she knew her lover was planning on doing to her. And all the things she was planning on doing to him. "Okay, but if they hook up we are moving them upstairs and sound proofing the ceiling." Her hands spasmed in his hair as she arched her body towards his mouth.
Willow sank deeper into the tub, focusing in on the flickering flames of the burning candles she had lit, attempting to move the feeling in her belly up and failing miserably. She took the bar of soap in her hand and lathered it, rubbing it into her face, trying to concentrate on the sting in her eyes. Dunking her face in the water she picked up the soap again and began to rub it up her arms and neck. She hesitated, then began to circle her breasts, moaning at the sensation. Willow brought the slick bar down to her stomach and down farther still, closing her eyes and seeing Spike, his eyes, his mouth, his hands. Suddenly it was as if an electric current had passed through her body, causing her jerk up, splashing water over the sides of the tub.
"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen ducks." Spike pulled his t-shirt over his head, his taut stomach muscles making Willow gasp. "Mind if I join you?" He started to walk towards her, unbuttoning the fly on his jeans.
"You just wait right there. Knocking. Knocking would've been a good thing. That was a closed door, knocking on it would've been the right thing to do." Willow reached for a towel in an effort to cover herself, but Spike's hand was there first. He dropped the towel on the floor and ran his fingers over the surface of the water, his eyes catching and holding hers. "We won't do anything you don't want love. We can just play a bit. Promise."
Spike stood up and finished removing his jeans. Willow knew she should look away, get up and leave even, but all she could do was stare. He was even more magnificent naked. And she'd never seen one of those before.
He chuckled at the expression on her face. A cross between curiosity, fear and lust. That was his Red, he thought with a grin. He pushed her forward in the tub and climbed in behind her, silently thanking Angelus for installing over sized tubs. He took the soap she was still clutching in her hand and pulled her against his chest.
"Spike…I don't know…"
"Shhh. Just relax baby. I promise, this'll be good." He whispered in her ear.
Willow felt his hardness against her back and marveled at this situation. That she could cause a man like Spike to become excited was still a novelty to her. And the effect he had on her, well, she melted back into his arms, and let Spike do his will.
Buffy stretched on the black silk sheets Angelus insisted they keep on their bed. She liked crisp cotton or soft flannel. But her sire enjoyed the feel of silk and they did make her feel somewhat wickedly decadent. She cautiously eyed him lying on his back and slid the sheets from his body. It was another little ritual she did upon waking, she loved to see his glorious, naked body while he slept.
"I'm awake you know." He lifted one brow as he looked over at her.
"I know." She ran her finger tips across his taut stomach, reveling in the strength there. The sensation caused him to harden. Buffy giggled at the sudden movement. "I just like to look…and touch." She bent over his body to rain kisses on his stomach and let her lips travel lower, making Angel growl and arch his hips against her.
"Oh baby," he moaned, "you are killing me." His eyes rolled back in his head.
"I promise not." She softly laughed as she took him fully into her mouth.
He reached down and pulled her up from her shoulders when she was finished, her eyes half closed with passion. Angelus was constantly amazed at how quickly and fully Buffy could arouse him. For over two centuries he had been the one in control. But now, this little girl could smile at him from across the room and he had to use every ounce of will power to keep from fucking her on the spot. What had she done to him? He thought.
Mindlessly running her hands over his body once more she looked up at him. "I think Willow and Spike are together."
He moaned in agreement. "Do you now? Why is that?"
"Just a feeling, can't really say why exactly. It's weird."
"Umm…it's the connection we have, through blood. Whether we like it or not." He stilled her hands in their questing. "I'm their sire, you're my mate. It's the natural progression of our lives."
She gave him a quizzical look. "But wouldn't it be Willow who would pick up on it all? I mean she's next in line, blood-wise."
"If Darla had lived and Willow hadn't gotten her soul back, maybe. Maybe not. But my demon is strong, always has been. Darla never really had any power over me. So, I guess I've always been the alpha vampire. Don't tell Spike that though. And you, well, you were already an over-whelming presence. Now as a vampire as well as my mate, your strength puts you in line after me." He looked at Buffy's face, trying to gauge her reaction.
"Weird. What about Spike though. He's strong."
"He's still three times removed from the master. He wouldn't expect it." She felt him shrug.
"As long as you're the master of the clan, he doesn't care, does he?" She felt him shrug again.
"Don't go there again Buff." There was an edge to his voice.
"I wasn't gonna. I just…I don't know." She rolled away from him, feeling a little hurt at his tone. Angelus followed and pulled her up against him. "No one, nothing can ever come between us, you know that Buff. As for Spike, he respects our bond."
"He tolerates me Angelus." She sounded so small, so young. He almost laughed.
"Baby, what's this all about? You think Spike doesn't like you?" There was amusement in his voice that he couldn't hide.
"Don't you dare laugh at me!"
Angel had to smile at her tone. "Baby, he respects your strength, your power. And now with Willow and how much she loves you? He'll come around, he'll have to."
"Oh great. Because you and Willow love me and because Spike loves you and Willow, he'll have to accept me. Am I that disagreeable?"
"No, you're just that perfect. Now forget about all of that. We have other things to worry about. Remember the Watcher's Council? Our little family will hold on 'til we handle them.
Quentin Travers had booked a commercial flight to Los Angeles where he had a rental car waiting to drive himself up to Sunnydale. It had taken two weeks to clear his books in England without arising suspicion. The last thing he wanted was for any other members to know about this latest slayer incident. Buffy Summers had become more trouble than she was worth, even if she was considered the finest of the slayers in recorded history. And now with this latest atrocity, there was no way he could allow her to remain connected to his council. He would end it, and both Giles and Wyndam-Pryce would do their duty or pay the price as well.
It had been close to 300 years since anything like this had happened and it had taken the council over a year to finally find the girl, the abomination, and put her out of her misery. Travers had only been privy to this information for the past five years, after the passing of his predecessor. He had left Travers several journals and a letter explaining the need for these records to be seen only by the current head of the council. Records that were only passed on after the death of keeper of the journals. Among the many entries were the secrets of the slayers. The first and foremost being that a slayer never lost her soul after being turned.
At first it was thought to be a blessing, but once it had happened the council lost control of the girl and that was not a thing that could be sanctified. So the rule had been set forth. This knowledge was on a need to know basis and only those set forth to eliminate the problem were given the barest information. And Travers wanted this one shared with no one. Buffy Summers was practically worshipped by the members and to eliminate her would be opposed by more than a few. Luckily the Watchers Council wasn't a democracy and his word was gospel. At least for the time being. There were more than a few rumblings from the younger members. Changes should be made. The Council needed to look to the future, the 21st century and all that rot. Well, not while I'm in charge, Travers said to himself. And once he rid the world of Summers, well the council would realize just how necessary it all had been.
Now, two of his watchers knew the secrets of the slayers, well at least one of them. His two watchers and whoever had taken the photos that had ended up on his desk two weeks ago. So now, to keep the sanctity of the council, at least four people would have to die. Well, three people and one vampire. A vampire with a soul. He shuddered at the thought and checked his case with his weapons. Yes, as leader of the council it was his duty to rectify this horrible situation. And he would.