TITLE: Encounters -- Sequel to Fulfilling a Fantasy
AUTHOR: Tienco (tienco@m...)
COUPLE: Willow/Faith, Willow/Spike. . .hell, Willow/Faith/Spike/Angel :) (They are a family! What would you expect? :))
RATING: R, for now. Hopefully, I'll get the NC-17ness in there.
DISTRIBUTION: My site!! www.oocities.org/tienco_21 and various lists. Ask if you want it, I'll let you have it. Oh, Kylia, and Jai can always have it. . .if I've given you permission for something else, you are welcome to this.
DISCLAIMER: All belongs to Joss Whedon. Gosh, I wish I were Joss. I'd have such a good time with Spike. . .and Angel. . .and Xander. . .and Graham. . . and Lindsey. . .throw Willow and Faith in there and it's a party!!
FEEDBACK: Of *course*. Makes me write more.
SPOILERS: Anything up to the end of Season 2. After that, it's totally AU.
SUMMARY: Willow has several different encounters. . .*grin*
NOTES: Ok, so this is a sequel to Fulfilling a Fantasy, which is a sequel to Want. Take. Have. I'm thinking of making it a series. Uh, WTH is on my webpage, and um, I will have FaF up this weekend, most likely. If you didn't read them, just know that Buffy never came back (after S2), it's three years later, Willow and Faith are together, and now are a part of a "family", which also includes chipless (whoohoo!) Spike and Angel. . .it would make more sense if you read the paststories. Faith is good.
NOTES 2: Not terribly beta'd. . .all mistakes are MINE!! *evil laughter*
DEDICATION: Hmm. . to my Triad members for helping me with a title. :)

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"Are you sure you don't mind this?"

Angel looked up at Faith, and smiled. "I don't mind, Faith. You and Willow have been staying in that horrid apartment for too long now. If I can live with Spike for two months and not kill him, then I can live with the two of you. Anyway, if I minded, would I have asked you to move in with us?" He put her bag down next to the closet door.

"Besides," Spike said, pulling another bag in the room. "The mansion is huge. If we want to get away from you, all we have to do is go to the other end of the bloody building."

Faith smirked. "Shut up, Junior."

"Slayer."

"Poof lover," Faith replied, sticking her tongue out at the blonde vampire.

Spike laughed. "Oh, you think you got me with that one, huh? Ok, ok. Um. . ." He was quiet as he thought about it for a moment. "Oh! Witch Lickin' Slayer Bitch!"

Willow, who had just walked in, dropped her book bag. "Hey!" she cried. "That was *so* mean! Don't be mean to my girlfriend!" She put her hands on her hips and glared at Spike.

"No, no," Faith said, crossing her arms. "I kind of liked it. I'm rather impressed." She laughed. "Witch Lickin' Slayer Bitch. Yea!" She threw her arm around Willow's shoulders. The red head looked up at the Slayer, who promptly leaned down and licked her cheek. "See? Witch Lickin' Slayer Bitch."

Spike threw himself on the bed, putting his hands behind his head. "Of course that was supposed to be mean, Red. I'm Spike, remember? Just because we are *family*, doesn't mean I have to enjoy it, or even be nice to you and your girlfriend. I'm just here because Peaches wants me here. I can't deny my sire anything. It would be wrong."

Willow raised an eyebrow. She turned to Faith. "Ok, Faith. When it comes to the moment that I decide I want to be with a man, I choose Angel." She pulled out of her girlfriend's arms. "I have more stuff downstairs." She turned and walked out of the room, muttering the whole way, "Don't know why I agreed to live under the same roof with that blonde freak. Don't know what I thought was sexy about his stupid ass. Damn, I'd love for him to sink in me." She sighed, pulling her bag out of Faith's jeep. "This is so stupid. There are four of us living in this mansion. Two sexy vampire men, an innocent girl who's never been touched by a man, and a Slayer. Can we say 'soap opera'? Can we say someone is going to fuck Willow eventually?" She frowned, leaning into the back of the Jeep to grab her bag.

"Uh. . .Willow?"

Willow froze. She blinked, shaking her head. "No," she said softly. "It can't be." She pulled out of the Jeep and stood up. She turned around and inhaled sharply. "Buffy," she whispered.

Buffy smiled weakly. "Hi, Willow. Long time no see."

"Long time?" Willow said, tears filling her eyes. "Of course it's been a long time. It's been three years."

"Willow, I. . ."

"What are you doing here, Buffy?" Willow asked, crossing her arms. She leaned against the Jeep. "What do you want?" < Damn it! Why did you have to come back? Things were good, finally. >

Buffy blinked at the harshness in Willow's voice. "You aren't happy to see me?"

"Happy?" Willow asked. "Not really. I mean, it's been almost *three* years. Where the hell have you been? I thought you were our friend."

"I. . .I mean, I am. I just had. . .it was horrible," she whispered, tears spilling on her cheeks. "I sent Angel to hell."

"Yea," Willow shrugged. "I know. You saved the world, Buff."

"No, Willow, it wasn't Angelus I sent to hell. It was Angel."

"I did the spell, Buffy, I know that," Willow snapped. "Why are you here? What was so important that you thought you could come back?"

"Why are you being such a bitch, Willow?"

"Buffy! You left us! You left us on the Hellmouth, with no Slayer to defend us! I mean, I *realize* that sending the man you love to hell was a major bad wrong thing, and I get it. You were hurt. But we could have helped you! You know, that's what friends are for!" Willow cried, turning away from Buffy. Tears fell down her cheeks.

"I couldn't," Buffy whispered, looking down. "It hurt too much. I couldn't handle. . .I couldn't deal with it. I couldn't go to school every day, I couldn't face you guys, and I just couldn't."

"So what brings you back?" the redhead whispered. "Something had to."

"I had a dream."

Willow thought back over the last two weeks. Faith always woke her up and told her the dreams she had, incase a prophecy was wrapped up in any of them. However, there were none in the last couple of weeks that spoke of impending doom. "And?"

Buffy crossed her arms. "It was about you, Willow. I think. . .I mean, you are going to get hurt," she whispered.

Willow turned around slowly. "What happened?" she asked, her eyes wide. < I don't want to get hurt. . . but why didn't Faith have the dream? >

"Well. . .you were tied to a bed, and you were struggling, and. . ." Buffy took a deep breath and swallowed hard. "It was Spike. He was. . .I think he was raping you, Willow. I mean, he was having sex with you, and you were tied up. There was this brunette chick there, kinda skank ho-ish looking,and she was there, riding someone. I mean, there was another guy, but I didn't see his face. He was on the bed next to you, and she was sitting up, riding him. So I figured that this skank ho and Spike are going to come to Sunnydale and hurt you. The. . .guy, he was tied up too, and he had dark hair, so I think it might have been Xander, probably."

Willow blinked, realizing why Buffy thought that was a bad thing. "Damn!" Willow exclaimed. "I'm going to sleep with Spike when I could sleep with An. . someone else?"

Buffy froze. "What do you mean? That's a bad, bad thing, Willow. Skank ho and Spike are going to hurt you."

Willow pinched the bridge of her nose. "Please don't refer to her as skank ho, Buffy. She's not."

"What do you mean?" Buffy asked softly. "Is she a friend of yours?"

Willow leaned against the Jeep, running her fingers through her hair. "She's my girlfriend."

"Oh," Buffy said. "You replaced me. So this friend of yours, is she as good of a best friend as I was?"

"First off, she's better. She wouldn't leave me like you did. And second, she's more than just a friend, Buffy. She is my *girl*friend."

"You mean. . ."

Willow nodded her head. "Yea, and I love her. You wouldn't like her very much though."

"Why not?" Buffy replied angrily.

"She's the Slayer."

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