CoF - Laure Alexander - TEAOW&S - The End: The Miracle

AUTHOR: Laure Alexander
EMAIL: lara@sunflower.com
RATING: NC-17, spanking.
PAIRINGS: Willow/Spike, Buffy/Angelus
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or any of the characters on the show. Joss Whedon and the WB Network own them (for now). No copyright infringement intended, so please don't sue.
DEDICATION: To everyone who ever sent me feedback on this series, thank you! I really, really appreciate it.
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Spike reclined back against the headboard of Willow's bed and watched her comb out her wet hair. She'd insisted on bathing first and alone, so while she'd done that he'd lit candles and put on soft music to try to drown out the sounds of boisterous sex from across the hall.

Setting down the comb, Willow tugged open the towel that she'd wrapped around herself and examined the raised brand on the inner curve of her left breast. It was sore to the touch, but no longer bleeding. She hissed slightly as she poked at it.

At her pout, Spike grinned and glanced down at the pale pink pentagram on his pectoral muscle. It was just slightly darker than his skin and looked like it had been there for decades.

Letting the towel drop, Willow turned and walked over to the bed, slipping in beside Spike and cuddling next to him. As he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, she slid her hand down his jean-clad thigh.

"And something new's starting." He kissed her upturned lips and she sighed softly.

"It feels...weird. I've been scared for so long, you know, deep down inside where I barely noticed it most of the time, and now that's gone. That place is empty."

Willow chuckled. "Oh, just wait till we tell my parents we're getting married right after graduation and I'm not going to college."

A smile crossed her face and she kissed his cheek. "Nippers, huh? More than one?"

"It's probably safer that way, too. This is all really weird. I'd just gotten used to the first bond and now this..."

"I think it was all meant to happen. Dru was right, we're all very different from the average vampire. Two years ago the last thing I would have ever imagined being possible was for me to love a human. No, wait, that's the second to last thing. First would be Angelus loving the Slayer."

"Love is a miraculous thing. I'm not being facetious. It really is. The three of you have risen above your demons to become something better. And it probably started with your love for Dru. Master vampires aren't supposed to truly love."

"Instead, it saved the world." Willow grinned and moved to straddle him, her hands lightly caressing his chest. "Now, you have too many clothes on, and I'm tired of talking."

Spike gave her a mischievous look and cupped her bottom in his hands. "Oh, are you? Do you have some better use for my mouth?" With a yank, he pulled her up his body.

Still wearing her shirt, though her bra was twisted around her waist, the straps snapped, and her jeans were caught by her boots at her ankles, Buffy was pressed face first against the wall as Angel pounded into her from behind. It wasn't the most comfortable position for either of them, but it was the first one they'd found themselves in.

Half squatting, Angel thrust hard, his face a twisted grimace of lust and love. His hands squeezed her breasts, rolling the hardened nipples against his rough palms. Buffy moaned, a long, continuous sound, and squirmed against him, driving him deeper into her hot, dripping channel.

With a cry, he buried his mouth in her neck and exploded into her, triggering her own release. As they shuddered together, they sank to their knees then toppled over onto the sides, still joined, still moving as one.

Angel grinned as his cock stayed hard. Grabbing her leg, he pulled it back over him and began to thrust again. As she shuddered against him, he shoved her shirt up around her neck and roughly fondled her breasts.

"Not...gonna..." he grunted, then slid his fingers between her legs to caress her swollen flesh. "Baby, you're so hot and tight...Come for me again."

As he manipulated her clit, tugging on the tender nubbin, Buffy bucked wildly into his hand and cried out his name as she exploded in pleasure.

Angel rolled her onto her stomach, shoved her legs wide apart and slammed into her again and again until he howled his release to the ceiling.

When he finally flopped onto his back, Buffy struggled to her knees, pulled the shirt over her head, and hissed at the sight of her reddened breasts and the still raw brand.

She glowered down at his smug, grinning face and pushed herself to her feet. "I'm going to go see if Willow has any aloe lotion." She headed for the door.

Suddenly scowling, Angel jumped to his feet and barred her way. "Not like that, you're not. Do you think I want my horny childe to see you naked?"

Angel's own eyes narrowed as he listened to her heart rate increase and smelled a sudden spike of fear. "Buffy?"

She fiddled with unhooking her torn bra, her eyes on her feet. "I'll find a robe or go toga style in a bed sheet."

He reached for her and she danced backwards, continuing to babble, but with enough sense to tell only half the story. "It was back when Faith arrived and you beat the shit out of Spike and I went to comfort Willow and Spike came some time in the night and we just all slept in the bed, Willow in the middle, really."

Angel frowned, then his eyes widened in surprise. "Just how were you comforting Willow?"

"Actually, I did the turning. Can we not discuss this?" she mumbled, crossing her arms over her breasts, then wincing at the throb of pain from her tender skin.

He just smirked wider and scooped his shirt off the floor. "That should cover you. Have you screwed the cheerleader, too?"

Wrapping herself in the large shirt, Buffy stomped around him towards the door. "Big, stupid mouth..."

Rocking against Spike's mouth on her way to her second orgasm, Willow clung to the headboard and panted loudly. As he sucked and licked at her aching, swollen clit, he smacked his hands against her bottom, alternating from one to the other cheek until they glowed bright red and the pain sent bolts of pleasure through her.

Just as she was beginning to shudder and reach her peak, he peeled her off of him and tossed her onto her back. With one inhumanly quick movement he was between her legs and thrusting into her at a torrid pace. Crying out in surprise and pleasure, Willow wrapped her legs around his hips and arched to meet him. She reached up and tugged his mouth down to hers for an erotic, tongue twisting kiss, as they frantically moved together.

"Come, come, come," he chanted between kisses, angling his hips to rub his pelvic bone against her clit. Willow mewled in delight and ground her hips upwards. She felt his balls smack heavily against her and looked up to see his face tighten.

"You come," she moaned, running her fingers up and down his spine, finally slipping one into his hole and flicking his prostate.

Spike howled in pleasure and spilled himself into her, thrusting harder and harder until he collapsed, gasping her name.

Willow smiled and wriggled her finger inside him, then smiled even more when she felt his cock harden again. She slid her feet down the backs of his thighs and pressed a kiss to his forehead. Blinking, he looked up from where his face was pillowed on her right breast.

"Always," she whispered seductively, then urged him onto his back. Rising above him, she slid him back inside and began to rock. She shoved her damp hair out of her face and cupped her breasts, carefully caressing the left one, her eyes fixed on his.

Spike relaxed and let his desire build slowly as she moved sinuously above him. His hands found her thighs, then her stomach, touching her lightly, finally moving up to her nipples. As her hands fell away, he pinched her nipples, rubbing them between his fingers until they turned dark red and pebbled.

Pushing himself up into a seated position, he pulled her legs around his waist and wrapped his arms around her back.

Face to face, pressed tightly together, they kissed tenderly, as she continued to rise and fall on his cock, her muscles clenching and releasing, as her own desire flared deep inside her.

"Love you," Spike murmured, dashing kisses down the side of her face to the scars on her neck.

"Oh...oh God...love you, too," Willow cried as a gentle orgasm broke over her leaving him trembling on his lap, her mouth pressed against his shoulder.

Spike lowered her onto her back and began to thrust faster. Fastening his lips over one of her nipples, he suckled hungrily as he came again. Willow wrapped her arms around his head and held him to her, as languorous pleasure flooded her and his cool semen filled her, soothing her heated passage.

After performing a quick wash and rubbing soothing lotion on her reddened breasts, Buffy returned to the bedroom to find Angel on the bed, his hands wrapped around his cock, his body arched and his face twisted with lust, as his seed spewed onto his stomach and hands.

Falling back onto the pillows, Angel gasped, "All that talk of girl on girl action. Turned me on."

Buffy unbuttoned the shirt and let it drop to the floor. "You know that black dildo and strap-on I used on you?" At his nod, she licked her lips and strolled to the bed, leaning down to whisper, "I used it on them first."

Hours later Buffy awoke to find herself alone. Frowning, she slipped on Angel's shirt and padded out of the room. Willow's door was open and candlelight spilled into the hall. Nude, Angel leaned against the doorjamb looking into the room.

Frowning even more, Buffy crept up on him. Before she could touch him, his hand shot back and grabbed her wrist, pulling her into the doorway with him.

Curled on the bed beneath a pale pink blanket were Spike and Willow. They were sound asleep, totally unaware of being watched. Their heads shared a pillow and their hands were clasped on Willow's stomach.

Buffy stared blankly at him and Angel turned his head to look down at her. There was chagrin and resignation on his face as he shrugged helplessly.

"He's my favorite childe, and I love him. Demons aren't supposed to love, Buffy, but my childer and I all do. I'd blame it on this new bond, except I've felt this way for a long time."

Smiling in relief and happiness, Buffy wrapped her arms around his waist and snuggled against his chest. "It doesn't make you soft, you know. It makes you strong."

"We'll work on it." She glanced over her shoulder at the sleeping pair. "And Willow?"

"Horny woman," he growled softly, then picked her up off her feet and carried her back to the guest room.

Opening his eyes, Spike didn't try to stop the tears from falling. Something inside his chest tightened with emotion, then released, sending tremors through him. He clutched Willow closer, burying his face in her hair.

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Laure Alexander - lara@sunflower.com

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