Written by: Rachel Thorson Rating: NC17. M/F sex, anal. B/A, B/S. ...Tuesday... "We need to talk." Spike and Angel both fell back into the extra-soft couch and looked warily at Buffy as she stood before them and spoke. "No conversation has ever gone well after those words," Spike said. Buffy tried to smile reassuringly, but she knew she wasn't doing a very good job. "It's not bad... well, not really." Her hands fidgeted in front of her and she nibbled on her lower lip, displaying all of the signs of her nervousness. "Buffy, stop stalling and scaring the shit out of us," Angel suggested, sitting forward and anticipating the worst. "Sorry. I need to tell my mom. About us." Both relieved and slightly angry that she'd scared him over nothing, Angel slapped his hands down on his thighs. "That's what this is about?" "She stuck at work. I need to go to her and tell her face to face," Buffy continued hesitantly, knowing they weren't going to like this plan. "Why not just tell her over the phone?" Spike suggested. "Probably safer that way, anyway." Buffy shook her head. "No, I need to see her. Giles indicated something was going on with me, but he didn't get into specifics. I need to tell her in person and I need to do it now, before I lose my nerve. And I need to do it alone." "I was with you until that last part..." Spike growled. "I already talked to mom and she's bought me a plane ticket to New York for this weekend. I can't really ask her to buy two extra seats for my vampire lovers she doesn't know about yet." Angel scooted forward on the couch, visibly upset about the direction of their conversation. "Not a problem. We'll get our own." "No. I need to do this alone. I haven't seen my mother in months. We still haven't even sat down in person to talk about me being the slayer and running away from home and getting expelled from school. It'll only be for a few days." Fearful that he would be losing her for any amount of time, Angel's mind drew upon every alternative he could think of. "What about the bond? What if you need--" He began. "I already talked to Leroy. He said you can bite me before I leave and I can...drink your combined blood. It should prevent any cravings from occurring, at least for a few days." Angel's face fell further. "Well, seems you've already got this all planned out." "I'm sorry. I just knew you wouldn't let me go alone unless I took care of everything ahead of time," Buffy tried to explain. "I know you don't understand, but I have to do it this way." "You're leaving us?" Buffy's heart almost broke at Spike's tone. He made it sound like she was never coming back. "Oh baby," she said sympathetically as she moved to the couch to sit on his lap. "I'm *not* leaving you. I'll only be gone for a few days. I just need to tell my mother before it gets to be too late." "And we can't go with you, why?" "You do remember my mother? With an ax?" Spike winced reflexively. "She doesn't exactly have great memories of either of you. It's going to take all weekend, if not a lot longer to clear things up. Even if you two were there, I wouldn't have time to see you. It's better if you both just stay here and keep the bed warm." Spike continued to pout, though the slightest hint of a smirk appeared on his lips. "Is that all we are to you? Your bed warmers?" "Yes," Buffy said jokingly. "My two gorgeous, irresistible, loving, understanding, creature of the night bed warmers that I love more than anything in the universe ." * * * * * ...Thursday... Gently, yet firmly, Angel pulled both of Buffy's hands over her head, pinning them to the pillow as he wiggled his way between her legs. "Angel, you can't keep me prisoner." Angel froze and looked down at her with a grin. "Sure, I can." With Buffy's cooperation, his hard cock slid inside her body with ease. He swiveled his hips against her, shifting his cock inside of her and making her whimper. "You're not playing fair," Buffy gasped. Reluctantly, Angel and Spike had both finally agreed to let Buffy leave, but they were having a terrible time living up to that verbal agreement. Spike was moping and smoking constantly, but Angel was taking a more physical approach to expressing his displeasure with the situation. "I hate playing fair," Angel explained. He pulled his hips back and thrust hard into her once, making her cry out. "Oh god!" The conversation faded between them into sweet moans of pleasure as a rhythm built between their bodies and they made love. Angel held on to her gently with his hands and kissed her endlessly, but delicately. Buffy met him thrust for thrust, and though she couldn't move her hands to touch him, she caressed his back, ass and legs with her feet, encouraging him to continue. "Harder baby, harder, harder, harder!" Buffy begged mindlessly. A part of her didn't mind their possessiveness, in fact it craved the animalistic nature of her lovers and the fact that she was able to bring it out in them. Silently answering her plea, Angel slammed himself into her, and leaned down to suck on the hollow of her throat. "ANGEL!" Buffy screamed when her orgasm ripped through her. He followed soon after, spilling his seed deep inside of her and growling her name against her skin. Still deep inside of her, Angel released Buffy's hands and placed desperate but light kisses along her neck and chin. As quickly as she could move her lazy limbs, Buffy wrapped her arms around Angel's neck and held him tight to her as she arched to give his mouth room to maneuver. "I have to go," she said softly. Frustrated, Angel growled against her skin, "I don't have to like it." "Please don't make this any harder for me. I need to know I can rely on you and Spike to be my strength in this." Her words seemed to change Angel's perspective and he frowned as he realized how childish he'd been acting. "You can, my love," he replied sincerely. Quickly dropping the serious tone, Buffy smiled at him. "Good, now how about you go find Spike and we all take a bath before I have to finish packing." Angel gave her a doubtful look. "You know he doesn't like baths." "Tell him he'll get lucky if he joins us," Buffy suggested as she rose nude from the bed and reached for her robe. * * * * * As Angel sank into the tub across from Buffy, he caught her mischievous smile across the abundant bubbles and returned it with an inviting smile of his own. Teasingly, Buffy started to half-crawl, half-swim towards Angel until she could go no further. Squeezing her knees tightly around his hips, Buffy leaned up and kissed him solidly on the mouth. Angel let his hands roam over her back as Buffy rose up on her knees, pressed her torso against his and looked down at his upturned face with pure love. Unable to withstand the separation from her lips, Angel tugged on her shoulders, pulling her mouth down to his again. They kissed as Buffy undulated her hips against Angel's stomach, feeling the tip of his cock tickle her between her legs. Finally, after Buffy realized she needed to stop and breathe, she pulled away with a needy gasp. "I need you inside." Holding her arms around Angel's neck, Buffy lowered herself onto his lap, automatically guiding his cock into her body. They both sighed pleasantly as their bodies joined slowly. Their lovemaking was slow and tender, almost as if neither one of them wanted to disturb the water around them. "So what was this about me getting lucky?" Keeping her pace, Buffy grinned seductively over her shoulder at Spike as he leaned against the frame of the bathroom door. "A clever trick to get you in here." "Well, it worked," Spike replied, a touch of bitterness in his voice. "What are you gonna do to keep me here?" He knew it was his own fault he'd been excluded from their bonding for most of the day, but he still didn't like being left out. "Get undressed and come find out." Spike quirked an eyebrow at her, but began to unbutton his shirt in response to her order. Returning her attention to Angel, Buffy arched back, fully exposing the vulnerable expanse of her throat and chest to the hungry eyes of her vampire lover. In response, Angel groaned and suctioned his lips to her throat, knowing he couldn't mark her with a visible bite and that Spike needed to bite her at the same time. As he sucked, Buffy continued to ride him and she reached around for one of his hands, relocating it to one of her tender breasts. The water sloshed behind them as Spike climbed naked into the tub, but he kept his hands to himself. "Shit, Buffy! Gonna--" Angel slammed Buffy down on his cock and water splashed over the side of the tub and onto the floor in an almost graceful wave. Buffy yelped, but she wasn't quite ready for Angel to stop and forced his hands aside so she could keep moving. His cock was still semi-hard, but Angel's head lolled back against the edge of the tub and Buffy gave up on his usefulness in getting her off. Shutting her eyes, she dropped one of her hands beneath the water to touch herself. She was close, she just needed-- Angel's blunt teeth bit into Buffy's shoulder and she screamed, surprised by the sudden contact. Apparently he wasn't as out of it as he had been seconds before. Her orgasm hit without further prompting, her body was an instant slave to the vampiric nature of her lovers. With a weak groan, Angel let his head fall back against the edge of the tub again, and tried to regain his strength. He pulled her down to rest against his chest, holding her with loose arms and Buffy went willingly with a sigh. Her body was still buzzing softly with desire, but she could use a moment to catch her breath. "My turn?" Spike whispered in Buffy's ear as he grabbed her about the waist and pulled her back against his slippery form. She groaned desperately at the feeling of his erection against her ass and lust surged within her, reviving her energy. "Yes," she gasped, falling helpless to his manipulation of her body. Nearly insane with the need for his contact, Buffy whimpered when she realized he was doing something other than touching her. Before she could turn around and see what he was doing, two oil-slick fingers wedged into her back passage. "Ooohhhh..." Careful to keep her close, Spike grabbed both of her arms by the wrist and lifted them to wrap around his neck. "Hold on tight," he commanded with a bite to her earlobe. She barely had the time to register his husky orders before he lifted her to the right height with one arm around her waist and guided his cock into her with his other hand. Buffy groaned and gasped at the sensations caused by the new position and the slightest hint of pain. She was already stretched from earlier activities and Spike was supporting her weight almost entirely so the strain on her was minimal. He held her up effortlessly for a few gentle strokes keeping her knees from touching the tub floor. Only her toes brushed the porcelain as he held her and guided her movements with his arms. She tried to help him, but her arms could only keep her from falling forward while Spike carefully thrust into her. The position was awkward, but Spike didn't care and judging from Buffy's whimpering moans, she didn't either. They'd never done *this* in a bath tub before, but she was always eager to try something new. As Buffy's arms tensed, Spike expertly slid his hands over the fronts of her legs to grip her inner thighs and position her better. Angel reached out with a hand as Buffy's breasts were arched towards him, but Spike's voice brought his hand to a halt before it touched her. "No touching," he growled. "I had to watch you two. Now you watch." Angel's eyes narrowed at the command, but he was willing to play along and leaned back against the edge of the tub to watch his lovers acrobatic display. Eventually, Spike sank down onto his heels, lowering Buffy's knees to the bottom of the tub while still keeping up the pace between them. The change in position allowed Buffy to help keep the momentum, but she didn't release her hold on Spike's neck. Instead, she leaned her head back and began to drop kisses on his jaw until he turned his head and captured her mouth with his own. "Bite me, now," Buffy pleaded against Spike's lips. He almost wanted to pretend he didn't hear her. Maybe if they didn't bite her, she wouldn't be able to leave them... Shaking the ridiculous thought from his head, Spike pulled away from Buffy lips and indicated to Angel that it was safe for him to join them. While Buffy continued to softly move up and down on Spike's cock, her lovers surrounded her in the tub. Putting all of his control to use, Spike forced Buffy to sit still on his lap and pulled one of her wrists from behind his head. Angel ducked down and captured one of Buffy's nipples with his fangs, Spike bit gently into Buffy's wrist, and she came instantly with a cry. The taste of his mate's blood combined with the intense squeeze of her inner muscles began to throw Spike over the edge as well and he gently tore his fangs from her with a snarl. His body desperately wanted to thrust up into her, but he settled for holding her tightly to his body, not wanting her beautiful breast to be torn on his sire's fangs. Angel eventually pulled away, licked the traces of blood from his bite, then leaned up to kiss Buffy and Spike. Buffy whimpered in response to a new twinge of pleasurable pain when Spike carefully lifted her off of him. Her ass hurt and she figured the plane ride would not be as pleasant as it could be. She couldn't complain though, it would be an almost welcome reminder of what she would be returning home to. A moment of silence passed and the reality that they were going to be apart for three days, the first real separation in their relationship, finally set into Buffy's head. But before she could let the temptation of her lovers convince her otherwise, she reminded herself that she had to do this, regardless of how little she really wanted to. They could survive three days. * * * * * The next morning, the three dragged their feet as they headed towards the front door, beyond which a cab would be arriving to take Buffy to the airport. After their bath the previous night, Buffy fended off her cravings with a mug of her lovers' blood. Then the trio retreated into the bedroom where they cuddled and made love throughout the night and into the early morning hours. Finally though, the time for Buffy to leave arrived and they all reluctantly went downstairs. Buffy leaned up on her toes and kissed first Angel and then Spike briefly before putting some necessary distance between them. The closer they stayed, the stronger the need for her to stay with them. "I'll call you as soon as I get settled in at my Mom's." "You better," Angel growled. Buffy snuck out the front door, careful to keep the early morning's sun away from her lovers. As the door shut with a click, the vampires turned to each other. "Now what do we do?" Spike asked. "We brood and wait for her to call." "I don't brood." Angel wrapped an arm around Spike shoulders and started towards the stairs. "Yes, you do." * * * * * End "Don't Let Go". Return to Fiction Index "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" TM and © (or copyright) Fox and its related entities. All rights reserved. Any reproduction, duplication or distribution of these materials in any form is expressly prohibited. Fiction at this site is unofficial. Zero profit, zero intent to harm. Just a little fun. |