Scene 3
Hotel room, L.A., 6pm Thursday.
Miranda and Spike are asleep on the bed. They’re spooning with Miranda on the outside—her hand is resting on his upper back. She’s the first to stir. Sleepily, she reaches for a watch on the bedside table. Seeing the time, she sighs and pulls the covers off them both. Spike whines a complaint and turns over on his back, blinking wearily.
Miranda: “We’re expected in just over an hour. So much for dinner. [She kisses his shoulder and starts to get out of bed] I’ll just dive in the shower—that’ll give you another 10 minutes.”
Spike just grunts. But as she steps around to head into the bathroom he grabs her hand to stop her.
Spike: [He rolls over and leans up on his elbow.] “Don’t shower.”
Miranda: [She frowns, an eye-rolley kind of frown. They haven’t showered since they had sex last night.] “I’m not a bloody fire hydrant.”
Spike: [mock incredulous] “You calling me a dog?”
Miranda: “I’m just saying, I’ll have no territory marking today.”
Spike: [letting go of her hand. Defiant.] “Well, I’m not showering.”
Miranda: [big sigh] “This is not going to happen, [scolding] William. Need I remind you how important it is that all goes well this evening? Do you really want to provoke him?”
Spike: [ignoring her questions—casual observation] “You know, you always call me William when you’re angry.”
Miranda: [a bit taken aback by the change of subject, but going with it. Considering] “Well, I suppose it’s easier to inject a bit of tone into ‘William’. You can really get your mouth around it. ‘Spike’, not so much. And it sounds rather silly to scold a ‘Spike’, whereas a ‘William’ is much more likely to have a mother looking after ‘im so it just fits.” [She’s smiling now]
Spike: “I think you should call me William all the time.”
Miranda: [surprised] “What, in front of other people?”
Spike: “Yeah.”
Miranda: [still skeptical] “Seriously?”
Spike: “I like the sound of it when YOU say it.”
Miranda: “Alright. I’ll give it a go, so long as you promise not to change your mind again. [seriously considering it] What about if I’m referring to you in the third person?”
Spike: “Do what you like.”
Miranda: “Fine. But I haven’t forgotten about the shower. [smiling] William.”
Spike: “Go on then.”
Miranda: “We can go together. I’ll wash your hair—give you a nice scalp massage.” [She makes ‘massage’ finger motions.]
Spike: [putting on his bored expression] “Nah—don’t feel like it. Besides, water shortages and everything—bad for the environment.”
Miranda: [reaching in her bag, pulling something out] “I’ve got a loofah” [she waves it cheerily]
Spike: “You’ll have to do better than that, love.”
Miranda: “Can’t we just go for the high road on this? It’s the last thing he’ll expect.”
Spike: “I’m pretty sure there’s an insult buried in there somewhere. What else you got?”
Miranda: [looking anxiously at the clock] “We’re running out of time.”
Spike: “Fine. I’ll be dressed by the time you get out.”
Miranda: [Ok, so it’s a game now. Thinking of something] “I’ll let you shave my legs...[He inadvertently raises an eyebrow]...and if you accidentally were to slip and nick my skin with the razor and there were a few drops of blood, it’d be alright, ‘cause you’d be right there to lick it up and make it better.”
Spike: [mock jealousy] “I see. So you want to have smooth legs when we see him, then?”
Miranda: [Sigh. She drops off the nightgown she was wearing. In a more seductive voice.] “The thing is, I may be a bit too tired to reach all the nooks and crannies that need washing—and I’m such a dirty girl. [She starts moving her hands over her body, as if inspecting herself.] Yes, I’ll definitely need some help. Oh, and I’d return the favor, only I might have to use my tongue to reach the places my hands won’t go.”
Spike: [He’s trying hard to keep a straight face] “Sorry, not in the mood.”
Miranda: [She lets out a disbelieving laugh] “Yeah, you might want to have a little talk with certain other parts of your anatomy that are most definitely in the mood.” [She indicates the tent he’s now pitching with the sheet.]
Spike: [looking down; exasperated] “Bloody...[shakes his head and smiles]...the high road it is.” [He gets up and throws Miranda over his shoulder and takes her to the bathroom] “But was that an either/or situation, or do I get all of it?” [She just giggles]
**
Sometime later...
They are finishing getting dressed and are just about to head off.
Spike: “You set?”
Miranda: “Yeah, I think so. D’you mind walking?”
Spike: “Doesn’t matter—I could use some air” [It’s just getting to be dusk. He opens the door.]
Miranda: “Hang on a minute.” [He turns around and Miranda saunters up to him with a bit of a wicked grin. She dives for his neck.]
Spike: “Uh, what do you think you’re doing?”
Miranda: [breaking away from the neck sucking for a moment] “Giving you a love bite.”
Spike: [he leans back and lets her finish] “’think I can learn to like the high road.”
**
Switch scenes: Back at Duncan’s place, where the others are waiting.
Angel: [to Duncan] “So you don’t know who killed the previous holder of the sword?”
Duncan: “No. Like I said, the priests were seen ransacking the place. When they were done, they set it on fire. I think it’s unlikely that they were the ones to kill him. Probably was an Immortal, but haven’t heard anyone taking credit for it yet.”
Gunn: “Are there ever evil nuns? That’s something I wouldn’t mind seeing just for a change. I know I’D be intimidated by the habit.”
Angel: “Let it go, Gunn.”
Gunn: “Just making conversation.”
Wesley: “Actually, evil sects tend to be more egalitarian in that regard. So instead of evil nuns per se, you have evil female priests.” [Glare from Angel for encouraging him.]
Gunn: “Interesting. Progressive evil—who knew?”
**
Switch scenes: Miranda and Spike are leisurely walking down city streets—you can tell neither of them are in much of a hurry.
Miranda: [stopping] “Maybe we should just forget the whole thing and get out of here. They can take care of it.”
Spike: “Keep walking.”
Miranda: “But I really don’t want...”
Spike: “Believe me, I’d rather bury myself in a nest full of fire ants than sit in a room with him, being all smug and superior and lookin’ at you like...[he shudders and doesn’t finish]...but I get the feeling this is important and I think under normal circumstances, you’d be up for it.”
Miranda: “You’re right. Of course you’re right. Under normal circumstances, I’d never walk away. [Deep breath and more walking. After a few minutes.] I’ve been thinking that maybe we should re-visit our original plan of taking the sword. I think we should do whatever Duncan thinks we should do.”
Spike: “And why’s that then?”
Miranda: “The thing is, according to Duncan, the bloke who had the sword before turned into a bit of a crazy hermit after being chased all round the globe for millennia by Immortals trying to get a piece of it. So if I had the sword, maybe the same would be true—it would be a constant fight, with Immortals around every corner trying to steal it. I mean, sure I could kill them all, but that might take centuries and do we really want to live like that until then? Now that we’re together again, I want to have a bit of a normal life for a while and I don’t want it to be all about me. I’m quite ready to be a sidekick.”
Spike: [skeptical] “A sidekick.”
Miranda: “Definitely. After this little hubbub is over, I’d be perfectly content to be known simply as Spike’s girlfriend. [thinking about it for a minute—revising] “Spike’s girlfriend with the fantastic shoes...Spike’s girlfriend with the fantastic shoes, who can kick some serious ass if messed with. Yeah, that’d do.”
Spike: [shaking his head] “I’m thinking the babbling is a good sign.”
Miranda: “I’m feeling a bit better.”
Spike: [he stops and grabs her arm] “Hold up a minute. [She stops and turns to face him.] We’re almost there and just thought I’d say that...we’re good.”
Miranda: [repeating—not quite understanding] “We’re good (?)”
Spike: “Yeah, well, I officially don’t hate you anymore, alright? I get what happened and, uh, it’s Ok now.”
A huge grin crosses Miranda’s face as she leaps on him, wrapping her arms and legs around. She jumps off and steps back.
Miranda: [devlish grin] “And...???”
Spike: “And nothing, lets go.”
Miranda: “Come on, say it.”
Spike: [looking suddenly uncomfortable] “Not here. Later.”
Miranda: [frustrated frown] “Saturday?”
Spike: “Maybe. [beat] Yeah, Saturday.”
Miranda: “My limit was a decade, so I suppose another couple of days won’t kill me.”
Now she’s all smiles as they walk on—she’s practically skipping. They walk by an alley, where it is rather obvious that someone (a woman) is being attacked by something. They completely ignore it and keep talking.
Miranda: “So we’re agreed that we do what Duncan thinks is best. You won’t interfere, no matter what happens?”
Spike: “If that’s what you want.”
Miranda: “Yes. I trust Duncan. I remember now. But I have a funny feeling he might be angry with me for some reason.”
Spike: “Prague?”
Miranda: “No. Something else.”
Crashes from the alley.
Miranda: [getting an idea] “Hang on a minute.”
She casually walks back to the alley, drawing her sword from her coat on the way. Spike is just behind her. She manhandles the vamp who has just cornered the woman and tosses him to Spike to hold. The woman is terrified and now relieved. She’s just about to express her gratitude.
Miranda: [in a rather demanding/harsh voice] “Do you watch Xena?”
Woman: [not sure she heard correctly] “Excuse me?”
Miranda: [impatient] “Do you watch Xena, the televion show? You look like the sort who might.” (The woman is a bit mannish.)
Woman: “No, I...”
Miranda: [disappointed] “Oh. [turning to Spike] You can let him go. Sorry to bother you.”
Woman: “Wait. I do. I watch it.”
Miranda: [annoyed] “Well why didn’t you say so when I asked?”
Woman: “It’s kind of embarrassing—I’m a grown woman.”
Miranda: “That’s just silly. She kicks ass—with a sword—what’s embarrassing about that?”
Woman: [now terrified of Miranda] “Nothing.”
Miranda: “Right then. What happened in the series finale?”
Woman: “I’m not sure I remember. It was a while ago.”
Miranda: “Maybe you’re making it all up—maybe you’ve never seen it. Spike?”
Woman: [afraid, she bursts out] “She dies. Xena dies.”
Miranda: [seriously surprised] “What? That can’t be right.”
Woman: “A samurai cuts her head off.”
Miranda: [quite upset by the news] “That’s certainly a respectably way to go, but they bring her back.”
Woman: “No. I...I don’t remember exactly. Something about her debt being too much to repay in life—she’d killed too many people, so she had to stay dead. I could be wrong—I wasn’t paying that close attention. You know, series finales and all—they’re always a bit weird.”
Miranda thinks about this and leans back against the wall of the alley. The vamp is starting to squirm in Spike’s grip and Miranda tosses him a piece of wood from the trash and Spike quickly dispatches him after a brief fight. When he’s done, they walk out of the ally without saying another word to the woman, who is utterly confused by the whole experience.
Spike: [a bit of a smirk] “For future reference, that was the tiniest bit out of character for you. Not that it wasn’t good for a laugh, but...”
Miranda: [still frowning, distracted] “I don’t see why you have to be nice to someone when you’re saving their ass.”
Spike: “It wasn’t so much the rudeness as the threatening to let the vamp eat her. Personally, I think the whole being nice business is the most off-putting part of the whole hero gig.”
Miranda: “Maybe that should be our thing. We’ll help people as the situation arises, but there’ll be no verbal charity.”
Spike: “Our motto can be ‘We help the useless idiots who are daft enough to get themselves into trouble’”
Miranda: “Just because you’re a victim, doesn’t mean you’re not a fashion disaster or a prat.”
Spike: [looking at a piece of paper] “That’s it up ahead.”
Miranda: “I can’t help but think this is a bad sign.”
Spike: “What is?”
Miranda: “Xena being dead.”
Spike: “She’s a fictional character, love.”
Miranda: [looking worried] “I just have a feeling things aren’t going to go quite as planned.”
They stop for a moment, just a few steps away from Duncan’s shop to have a smoke. Miranda looks particularly uneasy. After a few minutes, she pulls a bottle out of her coat and with it in hand, they exchange a look and enter the shop. There is someone working at a desk at the front of the shop. She instructs Spike and Miranda to follow the hallway to the right to the conference room.
Meanwhile, in the conference room...
Duncan stands up abruptly, frowning. He steps over to where his sword is leaning up against the wall and grabs it.
Angel: [a bit confused by Duncan’s behavior—he’s aware that Immortals sense each other, but Duncan’s specific reaction seems wrong] “Is that Miranda?”
Duncan: “It can’t be. Unless...”
He looks very concerned, but before he can explain, Miranda comes confidently strolling into the room. Before she gets two feet in the door, Duncan is on her, looking pissed as hell. He knocks her down, harshly. The bottle she was holding smashes on the floor. He quickly and pins her with his foot pressed firmly on her neck, pushing the side of her face onto the floor—his sword is pointed down at her threateningly. She looks angry, but doesn’t fight back and raises her hands off the ground in a sort of surrendering motion. As this is happening, Spike walks calmly into the room and doesn’t flinch at Duncan’s attack on Miranda—he’s a cool as punch. Angel, on the other hand, walks menacingly towards Duncan.
Angel: “What the hell’s going on?” [Looking like he’s about to knock Duncan across the room.]
Spike: [stepping between them] “Immortal business, mate. Best to back off.”
Spike then casually walks to the side of the room, where there is a counter and leans against it.
Duncan: “You killed him. You treacherous bitch. I told you where to find him—didn’t think you knew about the sword. [real pain in his voice] Ach, Miranda, what’s got into you?”
Miranda: [Spitting the words, as her face is pressed against the cement floor] “I didn’t do it. Jesus Christ, I can barely breathe.”
Duncan: “I can feel his power in you—you can’t hide it. There’s no other way you could get that much so fast.”
Miranda: “I didn’t kill him, Duncan.”
Angel: [to Duncan, still menacing] “Maybe you should calm down. She said she didn’t kill him.”
Duncan: “Take her sword—it’s in her coat. [forceful] Do it.”
Miranda: [to Angel] “It’s ok. Take it.”
But before Angel moves a muscle, Spike is there, peeling off her leather coat with the sword tucked in the back.
Duncan: [to Spike] “Let me see it.” [Spike unsheathes it and holds it up for Duncan’s inspection.]
Miranda: “I didn’t know he had the bloody sword. Not then.”
Duncan: “So you DID kill him.”
Miranda: “No. I felt it—we were leaving town. I must have been the closest.”
Duncan: “Why should I believe you?”
Miranda: “I’ll prove it to you. Let me up and we’ll discuss it.”
Duncan: “Prove it how?”
Miranda: “Ask Alex—he’ll tell you. He’s probably just outside.”
Duncan: “Who’s Alex?”
Miranda: “My Watcher—he was with us the whole time in Europe.”
Duncan: “You know your Watcher’s name? I thought it was more of a general surveillance thing.”
Miranda: “I can’t believe I know more about this than you—we all have a primary one who follows us. At least that’s how it seems to work with me. Angel, you remember what he looks like—go outside and drag him in here.”
Angel: “You’ll be alright if I go?”
Miranda: “I’ll be fine. Duncan’s not going to kill me.”
Duncan: “Don’t be so sure about that.”
Miranda: [with a bit of attitude] “Oh, please. I’m unarmed and female. I’d have a better chance of getting struck by lightening.”
Duncan frowns. Angel heads out the door.
Miranda: “Well, are you at least going to remove you foot from my neck so I can breath while we wait?”
Duncan: “Not after that last comment.”
But he does take some of the weight off her neck. She uses the opportunity to quickly knock his leg to the side and roll away. She stands up with her hands raised, indicating that she’s not going on the offensive—she merely wanted to make a point that she could get away if she wanted to. He continues to point his sword at her neck. Spike is successfully pretending to look bored. Everyone else just stands in shocked and uncomfortable silence. In a minute, Angel comes back in the room, dragging Alex by his shirt. He tosses him into the center of the room. He stands there, looking very uneasy—he’s not used to someone being able to track him so easily (those damn vamps). He looks different from the last time we saw him—he’s got cool shades and hip clothes and has a more confident air.
Miranda: “Why Alex, you look stunning—moving up in the world, aren’t we?”
Alex: [a little freaked by Miranda talking to him, but kinda proud] “You move up, I move up.”
Miranda: “Am I right that you were with us in Europe—I never actually caught sight of you, but...”
Alex: “I was doing my job.”
Miranda: “Well, then, what was my scorecard?”
Alex: “I’m not supposed to say—not in front of him.” [indicating Duncan]
Miranda: “Duncan and I are having an argument that only you can settle. If you don’t agree, then I’m afraid Duncan might be forced to take my head and you’d be out of a job. Or re-assigned—not sure how that works exactly.”
Alex: [with a touch of attitude/pride] “You could take him.”
Miranda: “Aren’t we getting a bit cocky? I’m quite touched at your confidence in me, but the truth of the situation is, I’m unarmed.” [She holds up her hands.]
Alex: [A look of panic crosses his face—he can’t fathom an existence without Miranda. He looks around nervously.] “Three Immortals, 3 humans and a bunch of other...things.”
Angel: “Humans?”
Miranda: “Rogue watchers—tried to poison me, didn’t they William? [They exchange a knowing look (she’s not going to mention the Immortal’s girlfriend in Glasgow). Alex doesn’t correct her.]
Spike: “’Things’ would be demons of various kinds.”
Alex files away this bit of information. Demons.
Duncan: “Who were the Immortals?”
Alex: [looking for a nod from Miranda] “Gerald in Glasgow, Stefan in Paris, and Illich in Romania.”
Duncan: “You’re sure that’s it?”
Alex: [shifting nervously] “Wins, yes. She received the Quickening from another, but she wasn’t involved in his death.”
Miranda: “Do you know who was?”
Angel: “The priests?”
Miranda: “What priests?”
Alex: “Suicide. [pause] Can I go now?”
Miranda: “Aren’t you just going to go watch us from somewhere else with your surveillance equipment?”
Alex shrugs.
Miranda: [to D] “Satisfied?” [He nods—still floored by the suicide comment.] You can go.”
Alex quickly slips away—Despite his hipper look, he’s much more comfortable with his surveillance equipment than with real people.
Duncan: “Suicide?”
Gunn: “That’s gotta be kinda complicated if you’re an Immortal.”
Cordelia: “Not if you had a Guillotine—he was in France, right? Probably could just pick one up at any flea market.”
Wesley: “Am I right in thinking he likely had an accomplice?”
Duncan: “Maybe.”
Miranda: “Have to say, he wasn’t exactly the picture of sanity when I saw him last.”
Duncan: “So you did meet him?”
Miranda: “Very briefly. When we dropped off Lauryn”
Duncan: “I still can’t believe you just left her there.”
Miranda: “I told you, she was starting to cause trouble and he was the closest. Don’t you feel bad for Lauryn—up until that point, we showed her a right good time, didn’t we William?”
Spike: [smirking knowingly] “I think she left us feeling very…satisfied.”
*
[Writer’s note: Before I started putting this whole story on paper, I'd written a few choice "juicy" scenes to amuse a few friends, one of which involved the story of Lauryn. I'll paste it here, but if you'd rather not break up the scene, feel free to scroll down. It's smut. If you're offended by threesomes, then best to scroll past...]
Begin Flashback.
Miranda and Spike have been cavorting around Europe for a few weeks. Somewhat following the trail of a few Immortals, but with not too much purpose in it. A few nights back, they happened into a bar in Paris and came across a young Immortal woman named Lauryn. She was jumpy and terrified and didn’t know what to make of Miranda. Feeling Miranda’s presence, she nearly bolted from the bar until Miranda re-assured her that she meant no harm. Lauryn explained that she was running from another Immortal—some piece of work named Stefan who had ‘made’ her and decided to ‘keep’ her as his girlfriend. He was a right bastard and for years managed to convince Lauryn that she HAD to stay with him, else he’d let the other Immortals kill her, or kill her himself. She didn’t know any better, so stayed in fear. Finally she took off, hoping to find another to protect her, but he’d been able to find her wherever she went. Feeling Miranda’s presence, she had assumed that he was here now.
Miranda agrees to help her out for a price to be named later. She can travel with Miranda and Spike until they find Stefan (or more likely Stefan finds them) and Miranda will fight him and kill him. After traveling for a few days, the moment arrives. Stefan and Miranda face off in an alley while Lauryn and Spike look on. After a fairly intense battle, Miranda takes his head and quickly thereafter comes the Quickening. She walks over to them triumphant and filled with energy and excitement. She doesn’t even look at Lauryn, but walks up to Spike and presses herself close against him.
Miranda: “It’s done now, little girl. Do what you like...stay or go. We’ll be upstairs.”
Lauryn looks a bit confused and teary. After a moment, she walks over to the headless corpse and after a moment, kicks it hard and follows them towards the hotel.
Lauryn: “Is it all right if I stay the night? I don’t really have anywhere else to go."
Spike and Miranda are all over each other as they slowly make forward progress. Spike replies:
Spike: “As you like. But you might have trouble sleeping—we won’t be quiet.”
The Quickening always makes Miranda EXTREMELY aroused. They get to the room and Miranda and Spike are grabbing at each other greedily as they make their way clumsily to the bed. Lauryn looks on as their passion for each other ignites—the room itself feels hot. Miranda pulls away for a second...
Miranda: “Wait. I want to wash my hands—they’re covered in earth."
She turns and walks towards the bathroom; Spike clings to her, his front to her back, his hands rubbing across her breasts. When they emerge from the bathroom, Lauryn is sitting on the bed looking a bit nervous (or excited?). They stop for a moment and notice her. She says timidly...
Lauryn: [timid] “I don’t suppose...I could join you? I’ve heard you. [beat] I’d like to be a part of it...Maybe, like celebrating, together.” [It’s almost a question]
Miranda and Spike exchange a glance. Miranda looks at Spike; she can tell he’s up for it, but won’t let on until she gives some signal of approval. Miranda gives a small shrug and in a motion conveys to Spike that she’s game.
Miranda: “All right, then.” Miranda says with a smirk. “Group celebration it is."
They move towards Lauryn. Miranda reaches her hand out indicating that Lauryn should stand up next to them. Lauryn’s breath quickens as she blurts nervously...
Lauryn: “I’ve never done this before. I’ve only been with Stefan and he was never very...uh...[she’s searching for the right word]...interested in my feelings. It’s all I’ve known. But hearing you two...that can’t have been it.”
Miranda purrs…
Miranda: “Poor little girl. Missing so much fun. Spike and I’ll show you what it’s all about.” [She turns quickly to face Spike.] “Shall I start, luv?”
He grins. Miranda pulls Lauryn close to her (Spike is still behind Miranda, running his hands over her back and shoulders). She brushes the hair away from Lauryn’s face and moves in for a soft kiss on the lips. They kiss more deeply and Miranda puts her hand behind Lauryn’s neck to draw her in closer. She pushes her gently toward the bed, indicating that she should lie down. Miranda moves towards her and kisses her again as she unbuttons Lauryn’s blouse (Miranda is on all fours next to Lauryn who is on her back). Spike unbuttons Miranda’s blouse as she does this. Miranda leans in and begins to kiss Lauryn’s neck and gently rub her breasts. Lauryn is very petite; slender with small perky breasts. Miranda moves her kisses slowly downward across Lauryn’s stomach. She looks up and coos...
Miranda: “How’s that? Just relax.”
Lauryn’s breathing is slightly unsteady...maybe nerves, maybe excitement. Miranda is now lying next to Lauryn. She puts her mouth around Lauryn’s nipple and moves her hand down slowly, hesitating at her belly button for a moment...then reaching down into her pants. Lauryn sharply takes in a breath and tenses slightly in response to the touch.
Miranda: “Shhhh...”
Miranda undoes Lauryn’s pants and moves to the end of the bed to pull them off. Miranda is still in her bra and pants. Just as Miranda gets the pants pulled off, Spike grabs her, turns her around and kisses her, pressing her back between Lauryn’s legs. He leans into Miranda as she takes his shirt off and runs her hands across his neck. She can feel him bulging in his pants as he presses himself to her. She pulls away for a moment and whispers...
Miranda: “Your turn in a minute love. I want to see what I can manage here first.”
She glances back towards Lauryn, who is now breathing heavily. She turns and pulls down Lauryn’s panties as Spike works to undo and remove her pants. Miranda moves in between Lauryn’s legs and parts her lips with her tongue. Lauryn moans in delight as Miranda moves her tongue gently. This is too much for Spike, who quickly undoes his own pants.
Spike: “Sorry, can’t wait...too much (he pants)...Just a quick release and I’ll be ready for her when you’re done.”
He positions Miranda, not forcing her to stop what she’s doing and enters her from behind. All three gasp at this. Miranda has been about ready to go since they GOT to the room, so with Spike’s steady thrusting, she quickly is overwhelmed. She stops what she’s doing and rests her cheek on Lauryn’s belly as she clenches the sheet tightly and whines in delight, coming forcefully. Her clenching quickly brings Spike to the breaking point and he, too releases into her with a groan. Breathing heavily, Miranda says to Lauryn.
Miranda: “Sorry. Got a bit carried away and we forgot someone.”
She rolls onto her side and reaches her fingers downward between Lauryn’s now very wet lips and starts to move them rhythmically across her clit. Lauryn isn’t used to the feeling and so isn’t quite sure how to respond. It feels good, but she doesn’t really understand where it’s going. Spike has removed the last of Miranda’s clothing and is caressing her gently as she caresses Lauryn. They’re all three on the bed now. Lauryn is starting to move against Miranda’s hand; she’s getting the rhythm and finding out exactly where it feels best. Miranda pushes a couple of fingers into her vagina and Lauryn tenses slightly.
Miranda: “Poor girl. It’s alright...it’s good.”
She pulls her fingers out and goes back to the gentle caressing. Lauryn is looking at Spike and it’s rather obvious what she wants. Miranda moves over to the other side of Lauryn, so that Spike is on one side and Miranda on the other. Spike starts to kiss Lauryn, first gently on her lips (as his hands move across her chest and up towards her neck) and then softly down her neck. He moves in closer and kisses her more urgently on the lips. Miranda is watching them and pulls her hand away, replacing it with Spike’s. Lauryn is actively feeling Spike’s body now with one hand...the other is touching Miranda’s breast. Miranda leans in to kiss Lauryn just as Spike takes a breath and then Spike and Miranda kiss in front of Lauryn’s face. Miranda rolls away slightly, watching Spike and Lauryn kiss. Spike is rock hard and ready to go again, but looks up to Miranda, not sure if it’s OK to go to the next level with Lauryn. Miranda whispers in Lauryn’s ear...
Miranda: “Spike’s going to take care of you now, pet. He knows how to make you feel ecstasy.”
With this and a passing look of approval between Spike and Miranda, Spike rolls over on top of Lauryn, rubbing himself against her naked body. She grasps her arms around his back and spreads her legs, inviting him in. He enters her gently; she responds with a high pitched moan and an intake of breath. He thrusts slowly at first, gauging her response. He takes her right leg and lifts it up around him...she moves her other leg so that her ankles are crossed behind his back. As they move together, the intensity growing, Miranda licks her finger and carefully moves her hand between them. She gently massages Lauryn’s clit in rhythm with the motion of Spike’s thrusting. Lauryn begins to moan loudly now; her breathing becoming more shallow. Her moan turns to a whimper as she starts to dig her nails into Spike’s back. They pick up the pace. Soon Lauryn closes her eyes, thrusts her head back as her back arches; she lets out a prolonged groan and then begins gasping "oh god, oh god, oh god", followed by a surprised shriek at the intensity of the wondrous pulsing between her legs, unlike anything she'd ever felt before. After a few seconds lost in euphoria, she relaxes and a smile creeps across her face...contentment.
Spike: “I think we have a winner.” [He says with a dirty little smile as he pulls out of her, not quite finished himself.] “But I think I’d like to have another go with you, my sweet.”
He grins at Miranda and pulls her on top of Lauryn, her back is resting on Lauryn’s pelvis, who doesn’t seem to mind. He comfortably moves into her as they kiss lovingly. For some reason she can’t quite articulate, Miranda is pleased that he didn’t come inside Lauryn. The thrusting becomes quite vigorous now. Spike licks his thumb and presses it firmly against her clit as he moves in and out of her. She responds instantly...
Miranda: “Well if you keep doing that, I won’t last much longer.” [She breathes with a slight giggle of pleasure.]
Spike: “Can’t think of a good reason for you to ‘last’. Am I missing something?” [He replies, teasingly.]
A few more thrusts and they’re both right on the edge. With his free hand, he grasps her breast roughly as he picks up the pace. She grabs him and pulls him hard into her. As the feeling envelopes her, she bites him hard on the shoulder as the pulsing starts. She bites so hard, it draws a bit of blood...he moans loudly and with one more deep thrust, shoots into her. He collapses and they make a bit of a pile on the bed. Lauryn is stroking Miranda’s hair as they lay there in silence for a moment.
Spike: “Well, that was fun. Anyone up for a snack? I’m feeling a bit peckish.” [He gives Miranda a knowing look]
They spend a bit more time together after that night, but soon Lauryn begins to show too much of an interest in Spike and Miranda gets terribly jealous and decides rather abruptly that it's time to go their separate ways.
End flashback