Set sometime in the future…a small snippet of a moment
A preview of what is yet to be….
Menage a Trois
The Sequel to ‘Three Hearts Entwined’
The road to Los Angeles was wide open and Spike pushed the gas pedal down making the Pontiac groan as it was forced to go faster then it wanted to. The radio was tuned to his station. He grinned knowing that it would probably annoy the hell out of Angel but he didn’t care at the moment. His hands beat against the steering wheel keeping time to AC/DC.
If you got a lady but you want her gone
But you ain’t got the guts
She keeps naggin’ you night and day
Enough to drive you nuts
Pick up the phone
Leave her alone
It’s time you made a stand
For a fee I’ll be happy to be
Your back door man
Dirty Deeds done dirt cheap…
His singing was cut off when Buffy leaned over the back seat, her mouth nuzzling his neck and her hand sliding down inside his shirt. She was a woman on a mission, pulling and popping buttons until she could pinch his nipple. He groaned at her heated attack and leaned back against the seat. Buffy left the puckered brown dot, stroking his chest and throat, cupping his chin, turning him so he could kiss her. The car swerved but she only laughed as they broke apart and her panting was hot against his ear.
“You feeling good, Baby?”
“Uh, huh,” She moaned and her nails dug into his arm. He watched her in the mirror as she rode out her orgasm. The way her perfect little mouth formed an O and her eyes scrunched closed until she hit her peak and collapsed. Her face was buried in his neck while she came down and his hand closed around the back of her neck and played with her hair.
“But I’m still the better lover, aren’t I?”
Angel came into visual range as he leaned over Buffy. “That’s a no no question.”
Spike laughed. “Yeah, whatever, we all know the truth,” he said. “Now, can one of you get up here and give me a blow job.”
“But Spike, you’re the better lover. I’m sure you can handle it,” Angel joked, disappearing into the backseat again and pulling Buffy along with him.
”Oh, come on, this isn’t fair,” Spike groused, sitting up to look in the mirror and saw their girl straddling air, her head thrown back as Angel teased her. “Please, you two have been at it since we hit the highway. Bloody unfair, I tell you. I’m not driving next time. Do you hear me? I am not driving anymore…”
And the highway kept rolling onwards, the music kept playing and three hearts kept falling in love.
