Chapter 9
Buffy was being too quiet,
and well, just too damn helpful for comfort.
Dawn handed her another stack of her clothes to put in the dresser, and
Buffy took them without one of her standard smartass comments. It was too eerie.
“So, how did things go with
the guys earlier?” Dawn asked, hoping
for once that her sister wouldn’t consider her too young to confide in. There wasn’t anyone else around for Buffy to
talk to, except for Andrew, and well face it; he just wasn’t a good choice for
girl talk.
“It went fine,” Buffy said,
sighing. She sat down on the edge of the
bed, and then ran her hand over the comforter.
“Do you know they decorated this room for me?”
“Why aren’t you staying in
it?”
“Because I’m staying in
their room,” Buffy moaned, covering her face with her hands. “Oh, god, what am I doing?”
“I think it’s called
following your heart.” Dawn giggled as
she patted her sister on the back. “It’s
going to be okay. You were living in
denial for way too long.”
Buffy only moaned louder
before leaning into her sister. Dawn
stroked Buffy’s hair. Their time in
Until she discovered the
truth, and what it had cost her for being blind. Andrew finally came clean about Spike, after
a slip of the tongue, and it devastated Buffy to find out that Spike was
alive. He’d been there, so had Angel,
and she’d missed them both because she’d been too awestruck by their enemy. Things quickly unraveled from there, and the
next thing Dawn knew, Buffy was packing them up for
“It was nice there,” Buffy
sniffled. “Now it just hurts again.”
“Buffy, do you love them?”
“Yes, and they love each
other, and doesn’t that make it all so fairy taleish? I don’t trust fairy tales.”
Dawn rolled her eyes,
casting them heavenward in a silent prayer for patience. Why couldn’t Buffy just ever accept what was
right there in front of her? She over
analyzed everything, into someone else’s categories of right and wrong. Didn’t she know the world was really
grey? Nope, because Giles and Mom had
taught her differently, and they had been and still were Buffy’s biggest
influences.
“Buffy, they’re not going to
deliberately hurt you,” Dawn said. “They
love you. I can see it in their eyes when
they look at you.”
Buffy sat up. “Excuse me, Miss Whiney, what was that
trouble you were trying to make in the restaurant?”
“Hey, I’m seventeen,” Dawn
declared, tossing her hair over her shoulder.
“I’m supposed to be a brat.” She
shrugged her shoulders. “Besides it
binds you guys together in a united front to make Dawn behave.”
“Save me someone,” Buffy
muttered. “Dawn, there’s just something
I don’t…that makes
me uncomfortable with them.”
“Uh, maybe the fact you’ve
never been in a threesome before? I know
you and Spike were doing some really kinky dinky stuff during your escapades,
but you’ve never done that.” Dawn
paused. Her eyes narrowed, and her arms
crossed in front of her. “Why the
silence? No outraged, “don’t talk like
that’. Have you been in a threesome
before?”
“No,” Buffy exclaimed. She shook her head. “No, no, no, no threesome.” A blush stole over her face. “I’ve fantasized about it a few times with
those two though.”
“Woo-hoo, my sister, the
vampire layer is going to be living out her…”
“Shush,” Buffy said,
covering her sister’s mouth with her hand.
She glanced over her shoulder as if the guys were there. “They do have extraordinary hearing. So, keep it down.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Dawn was
grinning. She couldn’t help it. Maybe, finally, Buffy would get lucky in love
and be happy for a change. In a year,
she’d be heading off for college, and she didn’t want to leave her sister
alone. Those bouts of depression Buffy
suffered from occasionally wouldn’t have anyone there to break her out of
them. Besides, after all Buffy had been
through, she deserved a little happiness and love. “Do me a favor?”
“What?”
“Just go with your feelings,”
Dawn advised. She crossed her toes. “You know they love you, so this time take a
chance. This time I have a feeling it’s
going to work out.”
“When did you get so
optimistic?”
“About the time I saw our
home sink into a big hole in the ground.
It was that or give up.”
“Yeah, I guess that would do
it,” Buffy agreed. She hugged Dawn. “Sometimes you’re a good friend. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Dawn
said. “Now, don’t you think you need to
find out what your vamps are up to?”
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Buffy gulped, and then
nodded. For once, she couldn’t argue
with Dawn. Helping Dawn unpack her
things was just a stalling technique.
One that she welcomed even though she wondered why her sister was
bothering when she was leaving the next day.
Buffy almost opened her mouth to ask when she realized she was doing it
again. Putting a hand on her belly, she
stood up.
“Wish me luck,” Buffy
muttered, heading for the door.
Dawn just giggled. “Get out of here, Buffy; before you die of
old age already.”
It wasn’t fair. This wasn’t supposed to be her life. How did she end up here? Because she’d been chosen, that’s why. Otherwise she would have…she shook her head
again. It wasn’t going to help if she
kept second guessing herself, and wishing for things that would never be. Her future was down the hall behind those
double doors. And it was one she really
wanted.
Buffy hesitated for a
moment, listening for any sounds before she entered the master suite. There wasn’t any, and she stepped into the
semi-dark room. She blinked a couple of
times, trying to become accustomed to the dimness that was only broken by
several candles around the room. She saw
Spike first. When she saw Angel, she
gave a soft gasp.
Angel was behind Spike. His arms were around the younger vampire, with
his face buried in Spike’s neck. Angel’s
hand was inside Spikes unzipped pants, stroking the hard cock of his
lover. They both glanced up at her, but
didn’t stop what they were doing. They
looked neither embarrassed nor ashamed that she’d come into the room. Hearing a door open behind her, Buffy
hurriedly closed the door behind her.
With her inside the room. She was
unsure what to do until Spike held his hand out to her.
“Come here, pet,” he
whispered.
“I…don’t know,” she replied,
but her feet didn’t hesitate to take her over to them. They were beautiful. Darkness and light. Her darkness and light. Both beloved, loved, and loving in their own
way. She’d been so lonely…so incomplete
without them. Slowly, she lifted her
hand, letting her fingers drift along Spike’s chest. “It’s been so long.”
Spike cupped her face, searching
her eyes before he lowered his head to kiss her. She sighed as the familiarity of this tongue
took over her senses. This was
home. Here she was safe, and she relaxed
letting him take her along for the ride.
She felt Angel’s hand between them, still stroking Spike’s length. It didn’t feel wrong. When they broke apart, she reached behind her
to unzip the dress. She wasn’t going to
think about this. She only wanted to
feel.
But, yet, when it came to
pulling the dress down, she found herself suddenly shy. Closing her eyes, she took a deep
breath. She felt hands on her shoulders,
and opened her eyes to find Spike peeling the straps down her arms. She glanced over to Angel who was watching
their movements. His eyes were lit with
anticipation. He licked his lips when
her breasts were revealed, and Buffy had to fight to keep her arms at her
sides.
The dress fell to the floor,
and she stepped out of it by taking a step toward them. Spike was there to pull her close again. He peppered kisses along her shoulders while
his hands held onto her waist.
“Let’s move to the bed,”
Angel whispered, stepping away from the pair.
He pulled back the fluffy comforter to make room for them to be able to
scoot in. Buffy waited as Spike kicked
off his jeans and slipped in first. She
accepted his hand for her to follow.
Angel was the last. He pulled his
clothes off, and joined them.
Buffy waited in the middle,
unsure of what to do. It was easy to get
lost in sex when there was only two people, but with three she wasn’t sure of
the protocol of who did what to who and when.
“You nervous, kitten?” Spike asked, reading her mood like he always
did.
“A little,” Buffy replied,
trying to force her body to relax. She
hadn’t been this nervous when she’d lost her virginity. “It’s…I don’t know…,” she trailed off when
she realized she was about to become a babbling idiot. She sighed instead, closing her eyes, and tried
to become accustomed to the feel of the two naked bodies pressed against her.
“Don’t worry, Buffy, we’re
going to take real good care of you,” Angel whispered. He cupped her breast, squeezing softly as he
began to nibble on her neck. It felt
good, and the feelings were only intensified by Spike
lowering his head to suck the nipple of her other breast into this mouth. She squirmed beneath them. She wanted to return the sensations they were
giving her. Reaching out she realized
she was practically pinned beneath them.
“Shush, this is for you, “Angel added, sliding his hand along her hip.
Needing the reassurance of
the lover who taught her the highest pinnacles of pleasure, she pulled Spike to
her, and pressed her lips against his.
He chuckled. He repositioned
himself so he could kiss her properly.
His tongue swept into the dark cavern of her mouth in a possessive
manner as if he was reestablishing his territory. She arched up when fingers slipped between
her legs. She wasn’t even sure who they
belonged to, she was too lost in the feelings that were overtaking her
body.
The fingers separated her
folds, circling in on her clitoris in leisurely strokes that let her know it
was Angel. Spike’s touched was more to
the point, taking her from relaxed to needing to climax as quickly as possibly. This was more like a slow burn, and she mewled
into Spike’s mouth as she separated her legs a little more.
“You like that, Buffy?” Angel murmured. He nipped her shoulder, even while he slipped
a finger inside of her body. “You feel
so good. So hot. I’d almost forgotten.”
“Angel,” Buffy cried, when
he simultaneously reached deep inside of her and increased the pressure on her
clit. She arched up, wiggling under his
ministrations. “Yes…please…don’t stop.”
Spike’s hands weren’t
idle. They were roving over her body in
soft ticklish caresses that left her breathless. She couldn’t have reciprocated now even if
she wanted. She was floating on a
mindless cloud of need. Spike suckled at
her breast while Angel nipped at the soft skin at the crook of her neck. Their erections were pressing into her side
and at her hips. They knew exactly what
they were doing. Taking her into a fire,
that was making her lose any sense of reason or reality. She loved them. She loved the way they were making her
feel. It had been too long since she’d
felt this kind of passion.
“Roll on your side, pet,”
Spike instructed, scooting forward as she was moved to face Angel. She swallowed, looking into the eyes of the
man who had been her first lover. The man
she had only one night with, and she felt a wave of panic at the thought of
being with him again.
Angel slipped a hand under
her thigh, and pulled her leg over his hip.
His erection rested against her moist heat. Spike’s cock was against her bottom. Anal sex wasn’t anything new. Thanks to Spike and those days of decadent
pleasure in this crypt. She could handle
this. She just suddenly wasn’t sure she
wanted to do this.
“Slow down,” Buffy
whispered. “I need just a second.”
Angel froze up, while Spike
wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her back against him. “What are you afraid of?”
“This,” she wailed, as the
tears came. She waved her hand
ineffectually between them. “I’m scared
of being alone again, of this being real, and of loving you both. Do you two even love me,
or is this just some conquest, or a way to get back at the Immortal? Because he said you would do this…something
about pony rides. I didn’t understand
what the hell he meant but…please just tell me this isn’t about that.”
“If you need us to say it,
then you don’t trust us very well,” Angel said, in that arrogant way of his,
which only pissed her off. She smacked
his chest with her open hand.
“Do you trust me? Have you forgiven me for being with Spike in
the first place? And do you even love
the woman I’ve become or are you still hung up on that little girl?”
“Jesus, Buffy, have you
totally lost it?” Angel asked, sitting
up. “Couldn’t you have thought of these
questions before we got in the middle of sex?”
“I wasn’t having sex,” Buffy
retorted, sitting up herself. “I was
making love. Is this just a fuck to
you? If it is then tell me so I know
what to expect in the morning. Are you
going to be here?”
There was a silence as the
two vampires stared at one another. The
nervousness turned to outrage as she realized there was something they weren’t
telling her. She started to scramble off
the bed when Spike grabbed her and pulled her back to him.
“Buffy, I’m not going to
make you do anything you don’t want,” Spike reassured her even as he held her
tightly. “But don’t leave yet…okay. We just need to explain something.”
“What?” Buffy grabbed the sheet and pulled it so that
it covered her at least a little. “What
is this thing you have to tell me?”
Angel turned to her, taking
her hands in one of his while his fingers caressed her face. She resisted the urge to spat in his
face. The arrogant ass was really
pissing her off, and she just wanted this stupid excuse of theirs out in the
open. It was obvious they were playing
her, and getting her into bed was nothing more than an ego trip. A chance to stick one to Reggie. No one was going to do that to her, not while
she could do anything about it.
“Buffy, we love you,” Angel
explained. “But Spike and I are
mated. It’s not like a marriage that you
humans indulge in, but something sealed in blood. We chose each other to come before anyone
else. And even though we love you…you
won’t ever be a mate to us. More like a
favored childe…or mistress. You would
share our bed, our lives but the relationship between Spike and I would always
come first.”
Buffy slapped him. “So, when were you going to explain this to
me,” she screeched, climbing off Spike.
“Basically you’re telling me that I would be a pet to you two?”
“Buffy, it’s not like that,”
Spike replied, reaching for her.
She sidestepped his reach,
not caring that she was nude as she stood next to the bed with her fists
planted on her hips. “Then explain this
to me so that someone as stupid as I can understand.”
Spike sighed. “You could never be a pet to anyone. It’s just that our relationship, mine and Angel’s would be our first priority. It was that way between Darla and Angel, and me and Drusilla. It
doesn’t mean we don’t love you, and that we don’t want you here with us.”
But she knew from the expression on their faces that
there wasn’t any other way to explain it.
They would never see her as an equal in the relationship. And she suspected
they wouldn’t be monogamous to her or to each other. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at
Spike. He was clearly uncomfortable with
this whole thing. Angel wasn’t looking
all that at ease either about his decision. This
wasn’t the Spike or Angel she knew. They
had to be testing her?
Didn’t they?
The old Spike would have
found a way to break the rules because to him love was the most important
thing. Angel she wasn’t as sure about as
the memory of him leaving her came back.
It had to be Angel laying down the law, and Spike didn’t want to leave
the security of the relationship he had established with Angel. She could understand that.
Dawn had said take a chance,
and her heart was telling her the same thing.
She was confident that in time their love for one another would win out
so they could all be together as one unit.
So, she decided to call their bluff.
“Fine,” she declared, climbing
back into the bed. “Do I at least get a
say so on who does what or do I just lie back and
enjoy it?” She almost laughed at their
flummoxed expressions. Wiggling her way
between them, she held her hands out.
“Come and get me, boys, I’m waiting.”
to be continued…
