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Willow glanced down. "Should I wear a dress?"
Xander glanced over at her. She was wearing a nice pair of tight jeans and a sleeveless green sweater that stopped above her navel. The jeans rode low on her hips, so her cute little belly button was always there, always begging to be teased with a tongue.
"I think you look awesome, baby. You know I'm in love with your little innie."
Willow giggled. "You are silly, Xander."
"Maybe, but I got the beautiful girl in the end, didn't I?" < And damn if I won't get the beautiful man tonight. . . > he thought.
"Yea, you did." She leaned up and kissed him.
The doorbell rang and she pulled away with a squeal. Xander arched an eyebrow, wondering why she was so excited. She didn't know about his plan. . .so why did she have that mischievous look in her eye?
Xander groaned inwardly. < I know she didn't go talk to him. . .but then that's exactly what Willow would do. . .dear god, what kind of freaks does the vampire think we are? > "Are you ok?" he teased.
"Huh?" She asked. < Shit! I was a little *too* excited! > "Yea, I'm fine. You know. . .just ready for dinner. Yea. Dinner."
"You know, Wills, after all these years, you still suck at lying," he said, swooping in to catch a quick kiss off her startled face. "But I'll believe you, if that's what you want. Why don't you go answer the door?"
She grabbed his hand and grinned. "Come on."
Together, the two went to the massive door that served as the entrance to their home. Willow reached out, pulled the door open, and gasped. Her knees buckled slightly and she blinked, trying to make sure she didn't fall.
Xander grabbed her arms and held her against him, not wanting his wife to *totally* embarrass herself in front of their guest. He licked his lips teasingly, looking over the man that stood in the doorway.
Black Doc Martins covered his feet, oh so tight black jeans framed his legs - so tight Xander could see the muscles in his calves and thighs, a tight black tee-shirt looked almost painted on to his lean chest, the trademark black duster blew in the wind, and the unbuttoned maroon shirt
added a splash of color to the black ensemble. However, the most striking difference about Spike from the day before was the shock of short white blonde hair framing his face. It brought his dark eyebrows and blue eyes out, made his skin look paler.
Spike was shocked, to say the least, at the reactions of the two humans in front of him. Willow could barely stand up and even with all her clothes on, Spike could smell her arousal. Xander was licking his lips and looking at him with a hungry look in his eyes. He smirked. " 'Evenin'," he said, holding out a rose to Willow. "Happy Anniversary."
She graced him with a beautiful smile. "Thanks. Come in," she said softly.
Spike followed the two in, looking around. "Nice house, pets. The Poof pays you enough to afford this?"
Willow turned, blinking. She tilted her head curiously. "Angel doesn't pay us."
"We work with him because it's what we do," Xander said with a shrug.
"Then. . ." Spike waved his hand around, questioning the extravagance the two lived in. He rose an eyebrow in curiosity.
"I'm a computer programmer, work my own hours," Willow shrugged. "Make lots of money."
"We own a couple of day care centers," Xander continued, "and I'm the one who goes there most of the time. She doesn't do much with the children, that's my forte."
"Hey, I like kids," Willow said teasingly. "I just don't have time, between helping Angel and work, I just don't get to make it out there all the time."
Xander nodded. "Hmm, yep, I believe you." He kissed his wife on the cheek. "Come on, Will cooked some great steaks. . ."
Willow frowned. "I made yours rare, Spike. . .I mean, it's pretty much still mooing. All icky and bloody." She made a face. "Do you. . .eat meat?"
"Of course, pet. I happen to enjoy a good cow sometimes." He chuckled.
"Now, would that be a cow of the moo kind, or a cow of the Slayer kind?" Xander asked, winking.
"Depends on what my mood calls for," Spike laughed, impressed that Xander knew 'cow' was another word for bitch back home.
Willow rolled her eyes. "Come on," she said. "I'm starving. Xander didn't let me out of bed *all* day long." She licked her lips, not moving her eyes from Spike. She grinned slightly, teasing him, tempting him to take her right there.
"Food sounds good, Red," Spike said, his voice dropping a notch.
Xander smiled at the electricity between the two of them. Tonight planned to be a good night. "What's in the bottle?" he asked, noticing the bottle Spike held for the first time.
Spike glanced down. "Brought wine too. Peaches said it was your favorite."
Willow squealed, taking the bottle from him. "Oh, goddess, and it's the right year, Xander. . ." She leaned up and brushed her lips against Spike's. "Thank you," she said, still pressed against his body.
His arm automatically slipped around her waist as he held her close to his body. "You are bloody welcome, pet," he whispered against her lips, wanting to forget about supper, wanting to throw her down right there. And the moron too, he wanted to shag them both.
Xander groaned inwardly, his cock hardening. He was starving - the two had purposely not eaten that day - but he wanted to forget about dinner and start dessert right then. He stepped to the two of them and pressed his body against Willow's back, trapping her between human and vampire. He brushed his lips against her neck. "Wills. . ." he said softly. "Do you want dinner?"
Willow closed her eyes, her body becoming alive. She was where she'd always wanted to be, pressed between Xander and Spike. "Dinner?" she asked weakly. "I don't. . .don't know if I'm hungry."
Xander ran his tongue over the healing bites he'd placed on her neck earlier. "Not for food anyway. . ." he murmured, the growling in his stomach forgotten as his body surrendered to desire.
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