Written by: Rachel Thorson Rating: NC17. M/F sex. B/A, B/S. Buffy slept soundly as the early morning sun glowed a soft golden around the edges of the heavy red drapes that protected the room and her vampire lovers from the deadly rays. Exhausted and sore from her activities two days before, Buffy had wanted nothing more than to stay in bed with Spike and Angel. Her lovers had been more than willing to please her and had slept by her side, leaving her only long enough to feed downstairs. Both could put their sexual desires on hold for as long as necessary, but the temptation posed by Buffy's warm blood was too strong for them to risk losing control over. Angel and Spike had left her at sunrise that day, both hoping she would be ready to wake after sleeping for nearly two days. They didn't want to rush her, but they didn't want to let her sleep forever either. From the doorway, Angel watched her sleep with an expression of pure contentment secured over his features. Carefully avoiding the darts of light that littered the floor, he silently crawled into the bed and arranged himself on his side, facing Buffy. Intending to finally wake her from her peaceful slumber, he reached under the sheet and pressed his cool hand under her tank top and against her warm stomach. Without so much as opening her eyes, Buffy suddenly took his questing hand in hers and boldly relocated it between her spread legs. Smiling to himself, Angel answered her silent request and skillfully dipped his fingers beneath her panties and into her moistening folds. He had sensed that she was more awake than she seemed, but he enjoyed waking her like this too much to ruin it. Tentatively, he gently slid one finger inside of her body, testing her previously overused flesh. Instead of a gasp of pain, Buffy moaned and arched into his touch. "Good morning, my love," Angel whispered to her. "Morning," Buffy answered him. "All better?" he asked softly, his lips against her earlobe. "Mmm-hmm," Buffy hummed. Her eyes remained closed and her body still as she refused to completely wake for him. Satisfied with that answer, Angel repositioned his thumb over her clit and rubbed gentle circles. Another finger slid effortlessly into her body and Angel began to pump his fingers against Buffy's lightly bouncing hips. Rolling her head back into the pillow, Buffy moaned deeply. "Mmm, where'd you learn how to touch a woman like that?" "You don't want to know." Buffy's eyes connected with his for a brief moment and saw a flicker of humor in his eyes. "Yeah, you're right... but don't stop." "No chance of that happening," Angel assured her as he removed his sweat pants and Buffy's panties before carefully moving between her legs while never disturbing the movement of his hand. Fluidly, he traded his fingers for the head of his cock and kissed Buffy's lips gently as he slid all the way into her. She whimpered into his mouth, but grabbed at his hips and with all the enthusiasm she could convey with her mouth in her still-sleepy state, encouraged him to continue. Desperate for the opportunity, Angel made love to her with great care and delicacy. He wanted to make the moment last for as long as possible, but he wasn't quite sure his body could cooperate. The threat of losing her still weighed heavily on his soul and he felt like he had to make love to her as if it was the last time he'd ever have the chance. He claimed her lips in a soft, tender kiss and propelled his hips against her, intent upon hitting her most sensitive spots with each stroke. Buffy pulled away with ragged breaths and stared up at him with passionate eyes. "I love you," she said softly, knowing instinctively how the words would affect him. She could tell by his eyes just how hard he was trying to prolong their coupling in spite of his body's need for release. Gritting his teeth and thrusting faster, Angel made eye contact and whispered the words back to her. His words had the same effect on her that she had intended for him, making Buffy dig her nails into Angel's hips and orgasm with a soft cry. Watching the pleasure drift across her face and body, Angel accepted the fact that he wasn't going to last much longer nor did he want to either. He continued to watch Buffy revel in the aftermath of her orgasm and with a few more thrusts, he spilled his seed into her heated core. Silence took over the room and Buffy combed her fingers through Angel's hair as he rested his weight on top of her, his head between her breasts. "Well isn't that just lovely," Spike observed from the doorway. "While I'm slaving away in the kitchen, you're here slaving away between her legs." Buffy giggled and shoved lightly at Angel's shoulders until he moved his weight off of her and curled up at her side. "Good morning, Spike," Buffy said sweetly, hoping her voice would rid him of any jealous feelings. He scowled at her. It just wasn't fair that she had this ability to manipulate him just with the sound of her voice. Sighing away his sour attitude, he moved towards the bed. "Well, my good morning isn't quite as orgasmic as his, but it comes with a side of toast and orange juice." Buffy's eyes widened and she shoved herself up into a sitting position, dislodging Angel from his comfortable position against her in the process. "You made me breakfast?" she questioned, genuinely shocked by the gesture. "Well, yeah," Spike replied defensively, placing the tray over her legs and sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Unless you're not hungry..." Buffy's eyes went wide as she took in the plate in front of her complete with a cheese omelet, bacon and toast. "I haven't had anything to eat except blood in the past two days. I'm hungry." Ignoring her pointed comment about the recent ritual, Spike took a fork from the tray and cut a piece of the omelet, then raised the bite-size piece to Buffy's mouth. She eagerly accepted the food and savored the magnificent flavor that reached her taste buds. "Oh my..." Buffy said after swallowing, not able to say anything else. Her eyes turned eagerly to the plate, ready for another bite and Spike answered her silent plea by offering her another piece of the omelet. She snagged a bite of bacon and a sip of juice, and then waited for the next bite of eggs. She was too baffled by Spike making her breakfast in the first place to object to Spike feeding her. She continued to eat and make little moaning sounds with each delicious taste catching Angel's attention and making him scoot closer to her. As Buffy's stomach began to fill with actual food and her energy was returned to her slowly, she noticed the heated looks her lovers were directing towards her. She knew that look well. "I don't believe you two. Why is it that you always get horny when I eat?" "Everything about you makes us horny, my love," Angel reminded her. "We just realized how hungry we were." Spike quickly pulled the tray away from her and dropped it to the floor, then helped Angel yank the covers away from Buffy. Buffy barely had enough time to blink let alone respond to the corny comment before they had her legs spread wide and two tongues were lapping at her entrance and clitoris. She couldn't tell who was doing what as Spike and Angel's tongues swirled together against her, stimulating her in a way she'd never experienced before. She wasn't even aware their current position was physically possible, but apparently Slayer flexibility combined with centuries of experience and skill made anything possible. After a minute of dueling with Spike's tongue as they sought to pleasure Buffy, Angel pulled his head away and redirected his attentions elsewhere. He knew Spike was bothered by the fact that he wasn't a part of their lovemaking earlier and he didn't want to aggravate those feelings further. Spike deserved time with Buffy as much as he did. As soon as Angel was out of the way, Spike tossed both of Buffy's legs over his shoulders and used his fingers to spread her lower lips for his attentive mouth. Immediately, Buffy tightened her legs around him and lowered her hands to his head to keep his mouth in place. He didn't even try to tease her; he practically attacked her sensitive flesh with his lips, tongue, teeth and fingers in ways he knew she enjoyed. Buffy was again reminded of how grateful she was for her vampire lovers who had no need for breath. The way Spike was touching her, she couldn't even begin to comprehend letting him break for air. Pressure began to build deep inside of her, making her legs and fists tighten on Spike, but a warning growl tinged with pain from the blond vampire sent her hands flying to the bed and away from his bleached locks. Satisfied that she wouldn't be yanking out anymore of his hair, Spike eased two fingers into her wet pussy and was pleasantly rewarded as her juices slid from her slick core, coating the rest of his hand. Buffy dug her fingers into the sheets at her side and nearly ripped the fabric to shreds when Spike added a third finger to her. She cried out incoherently, tears of need building in her eyes and begged him with her wanton body language to give her the pleasure she craved. Reading her like a book he had studied hundreds of times over, Spike's teeth finally closed around Buffy's clit, triggering her orgasm. "Oh, yes...SPIKE!" Spike lifted his head as much as Buffy's muscular legs would allow him to watch her arch off the bed and cry out his name. The sight was one he longed to see for what seemed like an eternity but was really only a matter of days. Buffy fell back onto the bed gasping for breath and her limbs dropped lifelessly to the soft mattress beneath her, but her eyes sought out Spike as he watched her with avid interest. The blinding orgasm left her momentarily dazed, but she had no problem distinguishing her lover from the rest of the world. Crooking a finger weakly at him, she beckoned him closer to her. "Come up here," she whispered. With a wicked grin, Spike slid his body along hers until he was face to face with her and he had her hands pinned on the pillow beside her head. Buffy interlaced their fingers and lifted her head to gently bite his earlobe. "I want you inside me," she told him softly as she raised her knees, making Spike's erection come in contact with her still dripping moisture. "Right now." Her words sent a thrill through his body and Spike let his head fall forward against her shoulder. A growl erupted from within him and Buffy let out a deep moan. "Oh, that sound turns me on so much..." Buffy said aloud before she even realized it. "That so, luv?" "Yes!" Buffy practically squeaked when Spike brought the tip of his cock against her clit, causing a bolt of sudden pleasure to hit her. "Tell me," he prompted her seductively against her ear. As she felt his cock rub against her in a teasing fashion, Buffy realized he was going to wait for an answer. "Mmm, it always makes my stomach go fluttery." "Yeah?" Spike's lips gently grazed her cheek and he nipped at her jawbone with blunt teeth. She gave him a growl of her own as she tried to direct the movement of his hips, but he evaded her and she continued. "I feel like I'm in bed with an animal." Completely frustrated with him, Buffy dug her fingernails into the cheeks of his ass and smiled to herself. "And it's just a little bit scary." Spike suddenly ceased all movements, ignored the erotic pain she was inflicting on his ass, and looked at Buffy in utter disbelief. "'Just a little bit scary?' I think I'm offended." Buffy resisted the urge to roll her eyes at his comment. "You don't want me scared of you. Now shut up and fuck me or..." Spike smashed his lips down her hers, silencing her as he finally led his cock to her waiting passage. At first, his movements were hard and demanding, but soon he propped himself above her on his elbows, cradled her face between his hands and softened his kiss and his thrusts. He wanted to give her what she asked for, but subconsciously knew he needed to restrain himself and savor the moment. He could fuck her into unconsciousness later. Holding Buffy close, Spike gently rolled them onto their sides, continuing to drive his hips against hers in a steady rhythm. The switch in position made room for Angel to move in behind her. Neither male had the intention of testing her recovery and challenging her body to take them both at the same time, but Spike understood how much Angel always wanted to be near her as well as how much Buffy needed them both. Angel pressed himself against Buffy's back and wrapped an arm around both of his lovers. Spike and Buffy stopped kissing, but they continued to rock together while they stared intently into each other's eyes. Angel's presence was not lost on them, especially Buffy as he used one hand to hold her hair out of the way and place kiss after kiss on the back of her neck. His other hand wandered along her side and Spike's back, soothing them both with his touch as they made love. Buffy began to whimper as her orgasm grew closer and Angel slowly slithered his way towards the foot of the bed, kissing Buffy's spine along his way. Once he was low enough, he gently nipped at the swell of her ass, making Buffy cry out in surprise as an erotic bolt went straight to her womb. Her orgasm hit with a great intensity, forcing a guttural cry of pleasure from her lips and the natural squeezing of her inner muscles around Spike's cock. In response, Spike buried his face against Buffy's neck and repeatedly chanted her name as he continued to strive for orgasm while she came down from hers. Buffy encouraged his pleasure by kissing him everywhere her lips could reach and gently scraping her nails up and down his back. Her efforts had him howling in ecstasy against her sweat-soaked skin quickly as his cold semen coated her core. The blonds calmed down and melted against each other for a few minutes before Spike pulled out and flopped back against the bed. Tiredly, Buffy rolled onto her stomach, burying her face in the pillow and let out a moan of utter satisfaction. Spike chuckled up at the ceiling and reached over to rub her back. Angel returned to his spot beside Buffy and let his hand join Spike's in the gentle caress of her back. "Why does it feel like we haven't done this in forever?" "Well, I'd like to think it wasn't a repeat performance..." Spike joked. "You know what I mean," she scolded, her voice muffled by the pillow. "It's like we're getting a fresh start. Everything all shiny and new." "I know," Spike whispered, leaning over to kiss her bare shoulder gently. The phone rang in the other room and Buffy growled into the pillow at the disturbance. "Who the bloody hell is that?" Spike chuckled loudly at her language and Angel turned horrified eyes on Buffy as he climbed out of bed. "Oh no... don't you dare start talking like him!" he shouted as he left the room. Ignoring his comment, Buffy started to sit up when she realized she'd never heard the phone ring before. "Angel, who even has this--" Buffy stopped speaking and sat bolt right up in the bed. "--number," she finished in a whisper. Angel returned to the bedroom with the portable phone in his hand, holding it out for Buffy. "It's Willow," he said softly. "Hello?" Buffy said hesitantly into the phone once she took it from Angel. "Buffy, hi," Willow's nervous voice answered. Buffy wasn't sure she had ever been so glad to hear her friend speak. "We, um, we read the book you gave us and" Willow began. "God Buffy, we had no idea! I-I..." Buffy couldn't help the smile and small burst of laughter that escaped her. Whether it was true happiness or simply relief, she didn't know or care. "Willow, it's okay, you don't have to--" "No! No, it's not okay!" Willow interrupted quickly. "We didn't even give you a chance." Buffy ducked her head self-consciously and blushed a bright red, despite the fact that she was talking to her friend on the phone, not in person. "Considering what I assume you all saw, I can't say I would have been any more open to an explanation." "It doesn't matter. You didn't deserve that from us. We were--are--your friends. Will you meet with us?" Buffy's mind stumbled over the question as it finally registered that her self-diagnosed fate of living through this bond without her friends wasn't coming true, after all. She had prepared herself for the bad news, but not the good and while she weighed the situation in her head, she completely forgot about answering her friend. "Buffy?" Willow prompted. Buffy physically shook herself to regain her thoughts. "Uh, of course. Of course, I'll meet with you. When?" "Tonight, at the library. If that's okay?" "Sure," Buffy agreed. "Oh, and you can bring Spike and Angel, if you want," Willow finished. A tear slid down Buffy's cheek and a smile covered her face. "Thanks, Will. We'll see you tonight." Almost numbly, Buffy turned the phone off and looked at her expectant lovers. "Everything okay?" Angel asked, not wanting to let on that he already heard every word of the conversation she had with Willow. "They want to meet with us tonight. To talk." "Us?" Spike questioned. Buffy smiled at Spike. "Yep. You're both invited." "There are a few hours left until sunset. I think this calls for a celebration," Spike suggested. Buffy brightened even more at the idea. "I like the sound of that. What'd you have in mind?" Spike launched himself at Buffy, grabbed her round the waist and pulled her down onto the bed with him. The two wound up rolling around on the bed, laughing and crying out like two children wrestling. Finally, Buffy gained the upper hand and as Spike willingly relinquished control, she pinned him down against the mattress. "I guess this means you win, luv." Buffy shook her head to get her hair away from her face. "Yeah, but now what am I going to do with you?" "Anything you want," Spike suggested honestly, certain that he would enjoy anything she thought up. Buffy gave him a tiny smile then looked over her shoulder at her other lover. "Angel, where'd you put those chains?" * * * Later that night, the three lovers walked hand-in-hand the short distance from Angel's house to the high school. Buffy's mind whirled with thoughts and potential scenarios of how the meeting could take place, but she remained silent the entire way. Angel and Spike knew from the look of pure concentration and concern on Buffy's face that it was better for them to stay quiet. They simply conveyed their support of her through the strong grasp of her tiny hands in theirs. Following Buffy's lead, the three stopped feet from the library doors Spike lifted his hand that was entwined with Buffy's and kissed her knuckles. "You ready, luv?" Buffy released her lower lip that she had been gnawing on since she stepped foot inside the school again. "No. But that's never stopped me before." Reaching around her, Spike pushed one of the library doors open and let her lead the way into the library. Buffy forced her feet to carry her through the doorway, then looked hesitantly at her friends and Watcher as silence overtook the library. Before Buffy's confused brain could think up the right words to end the quiet, Willow launched herself from her chair and into Buffy's arms. Tears fell from both their eyes as they both clung to each other and exchanged silent apologies. Silently, Xander stumbled forward to embrace the girls, but he kept one eye on the two vampires standing in the shadows. After several long moments, the three broke apart, smiling at each other. Through the gap between Xander and Willow, Buffy spotted Giles standing in front of his office. They made eye contact for the briefest moment, but Giles looked away nervously. "I-I'm not sure what to say--" Before he could say anything more, Buffy launched herself at Giles, hugging him fiercely as he hugged her back. Tears continued to flow from Buffy's eyes, but she spoke through them. "Don't say anything. Just be my Watcher again." Spike and Angel kept to the edge of the room as they watched the scene before them, both mentally breathing a sigh of relief as their love was reunited with her friends. They had a world of obstacles still before them, but it seemed their destiny was finally headed in a positive direction. * * * * * End "The Awakening" I couldn't get the whole Scooby Gang reunion to work in my head or in this story. Either it will be the entire basis for the next story in the series or I'll create a story interlude later. 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. |