Out of Control

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"Guys?" Cordelia called out tentatively.

Willow stepped in behind her, her nose scrunching up at the odd smell. "What is that. . .smell? Are they doing a spell or something?"

Cordelia smelled the air. "Pot?" she asked softly.

"Pot?" Willow squeaked. "Why would they have pot here? Gotta be for some spell, right?" She glanced around nervously.

"No, they are probably smoking it. Hence all the munchie food," Cordelia said, holding up her bag of food.

Willow's eyes narrowed. "How do *you* know what it smells like?"

Cordelia shrugged. "I was popular in high school, Wills, remember? I wasn't always a part of the Scooby Gang."

"You've smoked pot?" Willow asked, shocked.

"Not that big of a deal, Willow. Come on," she said, grabbing Willow's arm.She pulled her into the living room. "Hey, vamps! We are here!" she saidsweetly. "Someone owes me $37.56."

"Did you get my Wheat-A-Bix?" Spike asked eagerly, putting the joint down.

Willow never let her eyes off the joint. She pulled the box out of her bag to have it promptly snatched away from Spike. He ripped into it, shoving a handful in his mouth. He groaned appreciatively, savoring the taste.

"Woah, kiddo, slow down. You'll choke. Which would be interesting to see, since you can't die. Hey, Spike!" Angel said, sitting up and bouncing. "Choke, so we can see what happens!"

Spike growled at him. He swallowed heavily and dropped his voice. "Shut up, Peaches, I'm *not* going to choke for your bloody enjoyment."

"Oh, god, blood," Angel groaned. He jumped up and ran into the kitchen.

Willow was taking everything in with wide eyes. Cordelia was sitting calmlyon the arm of the couch, waiting to see if Spike would offer her the joint.He looked down at her, eating another cracker. He nodded to the joint,silently asking if she wanted some.

She flashed him a smile. "I was wondering when you would stop being rude and pass it." She leaned over, picking up the joint.

"Cordelia!" Willow shrieked. "Don't! You'll. . .you'll do something bad!"

"It's not that big of a deal, pet. Do you want some?"

Willow stepped back, hands going up in a defensive position. "No! Not at all! Never! That stuff is *so* not of the good!"

Spike shrugged. "Suit yourself. You staying here, or are you going back to the Cheerleader's apartment?"

Willow frowned. "Someone has to make sure that you guys stay good." She threw herself in Angel's recliner. "I can't believe I'm watching two vampires and Cordelia get stoned." She crossed her arms, very unhappy with the situation.

Angel came back in the room, holding two mugs of blood. "The microwave *refused* to work, so it's cold."

"Did you shut the door?" Cordelia asked with a giggle.

Angel stared at her. "Oh. My. God. I bet it would have worked then."

"Hey, I like Mr. Broody when he's fucked up," Cordelia snickered. "Not sobroody." She took another drag.

"HEY!" Spike exclaimed. "You've gotta pass it, chit! Not horde it!"

"What?" Cordelia asked innocently. "I just have to catch up with the two ofyou!" She slid off the arm and settled in the corner of the couch. "Sure you don't want any, Wills? It won't kill you."

"Yea, whatever," Willow said. "My first inhalation would be the time thatsomething Hellmouthy happens and I die."

"Your loss," she shrugged. She handed the joint to Angel, who had sat the two mugs of blood on the coffee table.

"Thanks," he smiled, sitting next to her. He took his drag and held it out to Spike.

Spike looked up from dunking his crackers in his blood. He shook his head no. "Eating," he grumbled.

Angel laughed and handed it back to Cordelia.

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"Peaches, I need a cigarette. Can I smoke in here?"

Angel looked at Spike through half lidded eyes. "Don't care."

"Are you getting tired, Mr. Big Master Vampire?" Cordelia said sweetly. Shegiggled. "Oh, my god, I'm getting stoned with Angelus and William the Bloody!" She leaned against Angel, laughing.

Angel grinned slightly, slipping his arm around Cordelia's waist. He'd always been attracted to his assistant, and felt slightly more confident in his ability to woo her at this point. He leaned down and said seductively into her ear, "Not tired. . ."

She shuddered against him, looking up into his chocolate eyes. "Don't do that. Don't be all seductive and graceful and sleek like you can be."

"Why not, Delia?" he asked, wrapping her hair around his fingers. "You don't want me?" He mock pouted, sticking his lip out.

"No, not that. I just don't want you to regret anything," she said softly.

"I am the *great* Angelus," he purred. "I don't regret anything. . ."

"Well," Spike piped up, taking great interest in the conversation Angel andCordelia were having. "There was that whole fling with Slutty. . ."

Angel turned his head, his brown eyes laced with anger. "Don't *ever* bring up her name in my presence!"

Spike blinked in mild shock. "Sor-ry, Peaches."

"I don't want to be reminded about my mistake," he growled.

"Mistake?" Cordelia asked softly, her head swimming. Between Angel rubbing circles on her waist and the pot she'd enjoyed, she felt like she was floating somewhere above her body.

He turned to her. "Of course. I am a vampire. She is the Slayer," he said, as if it were obvious.

"But you love her," Willow said, leaning forward.

"Loved, Red," Angel answered, looking at the redhead. "I loved her. No more. My heart belongs to another now." He squeezed Cordelia's waist. "Unrequited love is a bitch."

Spike grinned. "So take her. She's sitting right there, practically draped all over you."

Angel turned back to Cordelia. "That she is." Before Cordelia could say anything, Angel leaned in, capturing her lips with his own, kissing her forall he was worth.

Cordelia pressed against Angel, kissing him with reckless abandon. It wasbetter than it was in any of her dreams.

Willow sat back with a slight smile. Cordelia had wanted him for so long, and it looked as if he finally let his walls down long enough to let her in. She sighed, glancing at Spike out of the corner of her eye. He still didn't notice her, even if he was stoned.

With that information, she made a decision. She would throw caution to the wind and enjoy herself. If Spike didn't want her, that was fine. She stillwanted to enjoy herself. "So, Spike, are you guys through smoking?"

Spike shrugged. "Peaches and Cheerleader are locked at the lips. I don't smoke alone, so yea, I guess."

She sat down on floor, on the other side of the coffee table. "Well, roll another one of those things. I'll smoke with you."

Spike raised an eyebrow. "Really?" He sat on the floor, between the table and the couch, an excited tint in his blue eyes. "You'll smoke with me? Throw caution to the wind? Be a bad girl?"

Willow threw her head back and laughed. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she thought, < Goddess, maybe some of that second hand smoke got to me. > "I can be bad," she purred.

"Is that a fact?" Spike asked, pulling out his baggy. He sifted through it,looking for the smallest buds. Pulling some out, he began to systematicallyroll a new joint. "I'd pay to see you bad."

"I can be," she drawled. "I was a vampire once."

Spike looked up at her, eyes wide. "What? How?"

She giggled. "It was a wish, Cordelia made it. It's how we met Anya. She wished Buffy never came to Sunnyhell. The Harvest happened, and I got turned. Xander and I were like, evil. I liked to ride people like ponies."

Spike smiled at the thought. "Sounds interesting. Do you remember any of it?"

"Oh, it wasn't me, it was the alternate universe me. I had Angel as a Puppy. I. . .She had great fun with him."

Angel growled softly from the couch. "No Puppy talk." He slipped his handunder Cordelia's shirt, tracing his fingertips over her stomach.

"Oh, finally decided to join us?" Spike quipped.

"Couldn't pass up another joint," Cordelia sighed, running her fingers through Angel's hair.

"That's my girl," Angel murmured, running his lips along her neck.

"So, Red, tell me about this vampire you. She sounds interesting," Spikesaid.

"She was a bitch. Tried to kill me. Her and Xander were um. . ." A red blush stained her cheeks. "Well, let's just say that they will always be together."

"How sweet. You and the moron," Spike said snidely.

"Hey!" Willow said, defending Xander. "He's my best friend! Don't talk about him as if he were a moron!"

"Yea," Cordelia moaned softly. "Only friends of his can do that."

Willow laughed, throwing a pillow at her. Angel got hit in the back of the head with it. He turned amused eyes to Willow. "Oh, goddess, I'm *so* sorry, Angel!" she giggled.

He stood up with a grin. "You'd better run, or I'm going to get you and. . .and. . ."

"Eat you," Spike supplied.

"Eat you," Angel repeated.

Willow's eyes grew wide. She jumped up and ran through the apartment with asqueal. Angel took off after her.

Cordelia leaned forward. "Hey, Spikey, thanks for getting his defenses down," she whispered.

Spike turned his head, grinning. "Yea, I knew this would do it, and he'd admit the bloody feelings he has for you. Now if I could only get Red calm enough to make my move."

"I was getting worried," the ex-May Queen replied. "I didn't think she'd react so. . .badly to it."

"Yea, I didn't think she would either. I figured the chit had been around it *at least* once, but then I should have remembered that her friends are the bloody poster children for morality."

"Well, Buffy isn't," Cordelia snorted.

"Excluding Slutty," Spike chuckled.

"Spike!" Willow shrieked from the bedroom. "Help me! He won't let me go!"

Spike stood up, brushing his pants off. "Come on, let's go save Red."

"Angel won't really eat her, will he?" Cordelia asked worriedly, hooking herarm through Spike's.

"Naw, didn't you see, when he got angry about Slutty, his demon didn't evencome out," Spike said. "Weed really does calm our demons down."

"Good. I couldn't explain that one to the Sunnydale crew. 'Hey guys! Willow's dead! Angel ate her. See, we got fucked up, and well, you know.'" She chuckled. "I think Buffy would stake *me*, right after she staked him and you."

"Probably." He cocked his head, listening to the squeals and giggles comingfrom Angel's room. "Come on, we have to rescue the bloody human."

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