*****
Birthday Surprise
C 2000
Angelia Sparrow
*****

The Sunnydale High library is darkened.
The smell of sugar hangs on the air.  Soft rustlings
disturb the silence.

"Olivia, please stop licking my neck," comes a hissed
British whisper.

"Not Olivia, G-Man," comes the reply.  The soft lapping
sound lengthens into heavy breathing.

"Oz, please don't," says another soft whisper.

"I'm so not Oz," is the reply, as impeccably
manicured hands continue to drift over
Willow's body.

Buffy pushes the person kissing her away.  "Angel, we can't.
Your soul."

"Bad guess, B," is followed by a smacking sound.

Wesley who fled into the office at the first noises,
now finds his lap full of very warm, very curvaceous
woman, who is kissing him breathless.  "Willow, I really-" he
stammers.

"Sorry, wrong tree," the accent matches his own.

"Spike, don't," Angel pouts as strong male hands
run down his back.

"Not quite,"  says the cornfed Iowa voice in his ear.

"Look, Xander, I'm not bloody interested in how nummy you are."

"Nope."  The laconic lycanthrope continues expressing his
undue interest in Spike's duster, and what lay beneath.

Footsteps in the hall.

The Library door thrown open.

Lights up on a scene from the Court of Caligula.

*Surprise, Listmom!* comments the Succubus lighting
the candles on the cake.

"Bloody hell, not Lady Angel again," grumbles Spike.

*Hit it, troops!*

All lips are released long enough to serenade Kate.

"Death and gloom and black despair
People dying everywhere
But it's your birthday! {ugh!}
So happy Birthday {ugh!}"

Each of the ughs is punctuated by various
thrusting body parts as the song continues
to the tune of the Volga Boatmen.
 

*end*