Cordelia was waiting for us as soon as we descended the stairs into the lobby. "What do you guys *think* that you were doing?!" She slapped her hand on her forehead and started to pace back and forth. "Never mind. I *know* what you guys were doing." She turned to look at Spike and me. "But what are you two doing here? And what's up with this new relationship? I mean I didn't even that Spike and Angel liked each other...but they looked pretty cozy to me. OHMIGOD! You aren't Angelus, are you? 'Cuz of the clause, and well, I don't want to die. No, Angelus would have killed me all ready." She stopped, took a breath and started to laugh. "I can't wait to see the look on Buffy's face!"

Spike looked at me. "Did you understand a word of that, luv?"

I nodded. "I've spent years decoding my own babble-speak. Cordy's is no sweat." I turned to Cordelia. "Yes, we know what we were doing. Spike and I came here to have fun and ran into Angel. We don't actually know exactly what's between us, but we're going to enjoy it while we can. Angel's soul is permanent, and yes, Buffy's going to kill us."

Cordelia shrugged. "Okay, I can accept that. Lord knows I've had some weird relationships. Hell, after I found out that my favorite stylist is gay when I was eleven, nothing has phased me as far as relationships go. But next time, please, just lock the door." She moved over to me and engulfed me with a hug. "It's good to see you again, Wills."

I pulled back and looked at her in shock. "Who are you and what have you done with my Cordelia?"

She laughed. "The old Cordelia doesn't exist any more. A lot of things -- the visions, working for Angel, losing Doyle -- have changed me." Her eyes narrowed. "That's not saying that I can't be a bitch when I need to be, but I'm not bitchy all of the time now." Her face lightened into a smile.

A smile formed on my face that matched hers. "You weren't always bitchy, Cordy."

"Yeah, well, when Buffy finds out about this little threesome, she'll put my worst bitch moments to shame," she informed as as her smile grew wider. "Want me to go along to help fend her off?"

"'Go along?'" I echoed, arching an eyebrow. "I really hadn't planned on going back to Sunnydale yet."

Cordelia frowned. "You weren't planning on telling her over the phone, were you?"

Caving under the close scrutiny that she gave me, I nodded reluctantly.

"No, Will!" she gasped. "You have to do it face to face. Otherwise, it'll just be much, much worst."

"She's right, you know," Angel said quietly. "It will go worst if we don't tell them in person. Plus, they deserve to be told face-to-face just like we would want if we were in their position."

Spike and I looked at each other and then in unison whined, "But I don't want to go back to Sunnyhell!"

*****

About an hour later, Spike and I found ourselves sitting in the back seat of Angel's car while he drove. Spike and I were both dressed in improvised outfits consisting of jeans and one of Angel's button downs while Angel wore his usual basic black. I wasn't really comfortable in what I was wearing as it would immediately lead to conclusions being jumped to, but at least Cordelia didn't let me leave without putting any make up on. I never thought that she would even speak to me after some of the things that happened before we graduated high school, but she's grown in ways I can't even imagine and has become a better person; a person that I hope to get to know better.

I thought that we would never leave the hotel as Angel and Spike had decided that they were going to bicker over every little detail -- who drove, when we were going to leave, which car we were going to take. Finally, I took matters into my own hands and dictated how we were going to do things. It was hard to resist the twin pouts and the pairs of puppy dog eyes that were sent my way, but things got done. It was bad enough to have to going back home so soon without them arguing over stupid stuff. I sighed as I wondered if they were always going to disagree and came to a resounding affirmative answer in my head. Angel and Spike had probably never gotten along, and I couldn't honestly expect them to completely stop fighting for me. Suddenly wickedly naughty images filled my head; numerous make ups could be fun, after all.

Strong arms wrapped around my waist as Spike pulled me onto his lap. His lips brushed my ear as he whispered, "What's got you so aroused, luv?"

I shot him a puzzled look.

"We can smell you, luv. The scent of your lust fills the car." A wicked little grin formed on his face. "It's a wonder that peaches is managing to drive with his hard on."

"Can you smell him too?" I asked as Angel put his arm over the front seat and gave Spike the middle finger.

Ignoring his sire, Spike answered, "I know because I have one." His hand grabbed my hips and rubbed me against him so that I could feel his arousal. "Neither of us could ever resist you."

The feel of him sent bolts of lust racing through my veins and I ground back against him. "Aw, poor Spikey," I said, my voice laced with exaggerated concern as I moved off of his lap. "Cordelia interrupted us before you got to have any fun earlier." I trailed my fingers lightly across the fly of his jeans. "We'll just have to fix that, won't we?"

Ignoring the small movements his hips made toward my fingers, I abandoned his lower region and moved my hands to the buttons on his shirt. Slowly I worked the buttons out of their holes, pushing his shirt off of his shoulders after I finished with the last one. Avoiding his nipples, I ran my nails over his stomach, increasing the pressure with each pass. Faint pink marks littered his body in my wake.

Suddenly, with an evil grin gracing my face, I seized Spike's nipples in between my fingers and twisted them hard. His reaction was predictable but delicious all the same. Strong hands wrapped in my hand and pulled me forcibly against demanding lips. Teeth crushed my lips, a tongue pressed against mine, oxygen levels declined in my blood.

Clutching his shoulders, I pushed away from him and inhaled deeply. A fatal mistake, some would say, as it drew his attention immediately to my breasts. His hands wrapped around the the top two sides of my shirt just under the collar and tugged. Buttons flew toward him, hitting his chest, but he paid no attention to them. The shirt flew over the seats to the front; my bra soon followed. Large and lightly callused, his hands cupped my breasts, almost covering them completely. He massaged them firmly, giving me what I needed without any teasing. A low moan escaped my throat as his thumb nails flicked over my nipples, causing my head to spin as need swamped my thoughts.

The sound of a horn drew my attention away from my desires. Spike reached out and smacked Angel on the back of his head. "Keep your eyes on the road, you bloody poof." Chuckling at the thought of the normally controlled Angel...well, losing control, Spike gave me a sharp look and pulled my closer to him. "You know, pet," he whispered, "women have done a lot of things in my arms in a moment like this but laughing isn't one of them."

I smiled. "I'm unique."

"Oh, you definitely are that, Red, but it doesn't lessen the blow to my pride." He stuck out his lower lip in a false pout.

I brought up my hand and caressed the side of his face. "Aw, your poor ego. Let me make it up to you. I seem to be having a lot of making up to do, don't I?"

"Yes, you've been a naughty kitten." His expression dripped with mock severity.

A smirk formed on my face as I trailed my hands down his chest until I met his belt buckle. "Let's see how well I remember my lessons, shall we?" I asked, unfastening his belt and jeans. His unrestrained erection popped out of his pants and tilted up toward his stomach. Pumping my fist up and down its length, I coated his cock with the fluid that leaked from the tip. He tried to buck up into my movements, but I placed a firm hand on his lower stomach. "Stay still."

Not really paying attention to whether he obeyed me or not, I slid further away from him, allowing my head to reach his lap as I bent down. Wrapping one hand around the base of his erection, I circled it with darting little licks, replacing his fluids with my saliva. His hands twisted into my hair, but he applied no pressure. My earlier lessons came back to me as I opened my mouth wide and engulfed his length. I know a lot of women do not care to give their lovers head, but with each little moan that I could draw from him, my pleasure grew with the satisfaction of knowing that I was pleasing my lover and that I had a measure of power over him despite my seemingly submissive position.

Sliding my hands down, I fondled his balls with one while the other slipped further down to tease his anus. His hips thrust up, forcing him into my mouth and partially down my throat. To remind him of my earlier order, I clamped my teeth do onto him. Not enough to really hurt or do any damage, but it had to of stung as he immediately stopped his movements. Grinning around his flesh, I resumed my motions with vigor and sucked harder than before. Soon his balls were contracting in my hand and cool, salty cum spurted into my mouth.

Swallowing most of his emission, I saved a mouthful and slid back over the seat to straddle in his lap. I captured his slightly parted lips and shared the remnants of his seed, as I twisted my fingers into his hair. If I was expecting him to resist, I was pleasantly disappointed as he deepened the kiss, his tongue finding all traces of himself in my mouth. Hanging in his arms, I allowed him to do all the work as I enjoyed the sensations of his tongue in my mouth, his hair between my fingers and his jean covered thigh brushing against my equally covered sex. A moan was stifled by lips as I spread my legs open further and rubbed myself against his leg.

Pulling back, Spike grinned wickedly before he pushed me off of his lap until I was half leaning against a door. His hands quickly found the button and zipper on my jeans, undid them and then pulled my pants off along with my underwear, leaving me nude. As soon as he had discarded the clothing, his fingers were in between my thighs, spreading my folds, testing my wetness. two fingers were slipped inside of me and pumped in and out several times as a thumb occasionally brushed my clit. I whimpered softly at the sensations that his firm, almost rough, movements caused to race throughout my body.

With the quickness with which they were put there, his fingers were removed from my body and replaced by his cock. A moan escaped my throat at his sudden entrance. He paused for a few seconds, allowing me to adjust to his increasingly familiar girth, before starting to forcefully thrust into me. My hips automatically lifted up to meet his as I savored the feel of of his jeans rubbing against my thighs, his coarse curls brushing against my clit and the strength behind his movements.

Our movements became faster and frantic as our orgasms approached. Snaking one hand down between our bodies, Spike pinched my clit with his fingers in the most delicious way causing delight to race through my veins at a dizzying pace and my vision to become fuzzy. My whole body felt as if it was racing toward one point and then suddenly I was there. Though pleasure overwhelmed my mind and body, I vaguely felt his dead seed spurting into my womb, signaling that he had followed me into orgasm.

As the final quakes of pleasure dissipated, Spike pulled out of me and sat back against the opposite door, tucking his cock back into his jeans. He grabbed a shirt that hung over the front passenger seat, pulling my limp arms through and buttoning it just enough to cover me. Exhaustion was quickly seeping into my limbs and wrapping around my brain. I did not even bother to muffle the yawn that escaped me.

Spike smiled cockily and pulled my head down into his lap. "Sleep, luv. We'll wake you when we get there."

The feel of his fingers gently brushing my hair lulled my to sleep.

*****

"We're here," Angel's voice roused me. Sitting up slowly, I stretched and yawned loudly. Spike was no longer in the back seat with me and a rumpled mass of discarded clothing had replaced his lap underneath my head. A quick glance at my watch confirmed what I had all ready suspected. It was way too late to talk to Buffy and the others; we would have to spend the night at... I looked out the window and saw that we were in front of the Crawford street mansion. I guess Angel didn't sell it when he moved to LA.

The two vampires exited from the car. Angel retrieved the few bags we had brought out of the trunk while Spike pulled me out of the back seat and into his arms. My protests were muffled with a quick peck on the lips as we followed Angel into the house. Maneuvering expertly through the dark halls, we went up a flight of stairs and down the hall into a bedroom. A dim bedside was flipped on revealing ornate furniture and a large bed. No words were spoken as Angel made the bed with black, silk sheets that he pulled from a bag and Spike held me in his arms.

As soon as the bed was made, Spike set me down upon it and started to leave, but I refused to let him go. "Aren't you going to join me?"

Chuckling softly, he shook his head and kept trying to pull away. "You need your rest, Red. It'll be a long day tomorrow."

I thought for a second and then pulled him down into a passionate kiss. "Does it seem like I'm tired to you?" I asked when the kiss ended.

"Yes, and you need to stop making promises you can't keep." His blue eyes twinkled in the soft light as he gave me a wink and pulled away. Together my lovers walked out of the room.

Pouting, I laid back against the bed and called out as a parting shot, "Hey, Spike, why do you taste like Angel?"

My only response were the two deep chuckles of my vampires mingling in the night.