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snoggedTitle: Definitely Warmer
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Co. own the characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel. I don’t. Please don’t sue.
Pairing: Spike/Willow/Angel
Word Count: 323
Rating: NC-17/FRAO; fingering, threesomes, implied sex
Summary: A nasty winter storm leaves Willow feeling cold. Our favorite vampires take it upon themselves to warm her up.
Beta: None. Please forgive any spelling/grammar errors
A/N: written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sionnach_ayame who wanted Angel/Willow/Spike, snow, and smuttiness. Weather patterns inspired by this article: http://www3.signonsandiego.com/stories/2008/dec/16/ca-california-storm-121608/?zIndex=23106
Temperatures had plunged to subzero temperatures and a barrage of snow had coated Southern California in more snow than Willow had ever seen in her life. This particular storm was much worse than the magical snowstorm that had saved Angel from becoming dust in the wind all those years ago but of course, her vampire lovers were more than thrilled at the idea of getting to spend some extra time outside.
“I’m cold,” Willow said, crossing her arms over her chest. “And it’s snowing.”
“We’ll warm you up, luv,” Spike said playfully, flashing his trademark smirk and closing the gap between them.
Angel’s arms snaked around her waist and his lips trailed kisses up and down the slender column of her neck. “Besides, there’s nothing like a raging storm to set the mood, don’t you agree?”
Willow whimpered, feeling his hardness press against the back of her spine. Spike nodded his agreement, captured Willow’s lips in a ravishing kiss, and reached around to caress Angel’s leather-clad ass.
Spike’s fingers nimbly worked the clasp on her skirt and she barely had time to blink before those same fingers were inside her, plunging deep and hard. It made her quiver in all the right ways.
“Spike,” she whimpered, leaning against Angel for support as the blond expertly.
“I got you, baby,” Angel whispered, nipping at her earlobe. “I’m betting you’ll be warmed up in no time.”
Willow felt her climax roll through her, stirring a warmth inside her belly that certainly broke the chill of the winter air. “Definitely warmer,” she moaned. “But I think you both can do better than that.”
Spike’s fingers slipped out of her folds and he brought them to Angel’s lips, letting his sire lick off her juices.
“Don’t worry, pet. We’re just getting started.”
“By the time we’re done, baby, you’ll be so hot we may have to put you out.”
Willow grinned. She liked the sound of that.
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Co. own the characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel. I don’t. Please don’t sue.
Pairing: Spike/Willow/Angel
Word Count: 323
Rating: NC-17/FRAO; fingering, threesomes, implied sex
Summary: A nasty winter storm leaves Willow feeling cold. Our favorite vampires take it upon themselves to warm her up.
Beta: None. Please forgive any spelling/grammar errors
A/N: written for
sionnach_ayame who wanted Angel/Willow/Spike, snow, and smuttiness. Weather patterns inspired by this article: http://www3.signonsandiego.com/stories/2008/dec/16/ca-california-storm-121608/?zIndex=23106 Temperatures had plunged to subzero temperatures and a barrage of snow had coated Southern California in more snow than Willow had ever seen in her life. This particular storm was much worse than the magical snowstorm that had saved Angel from becoming dust in the wind all those years ago but of course, her vampire lovers were more than thrilled at the idea of getting to spend some extra time outside.
“I’m cold,” Willow said, crossing her arms over her chest. “And it’s snowing.”
“We’ll warm you up, luv,” Spike said playfully, flashing his trademark smirk and closing the gap between them.
Angel’s arms snaked around her waist and his lips trailed kisses up and down the slender column of her neck. “Besides, there’s nothing like a raging storm to set the mood, don’t you agree?”
Willow whimpered, feeling his hardness press against the back of her spine. Spike nodded his agreement, captured Willow’s lips in a ravishing kiss, and reached around to caress Angel’s leather-clad ass.
Spike’s fingers nimbly worked the clasp on her skirt and she barely had time to blink before those same fingers were inside her, plunging deep and hard. It made her quiver in all the right ways.
“Spike,” she whimpered, leaning against Angel for support as the blond expertly.
“I got you, baby,” Angel whispered, nipping at her earlobe. “I’m betting you’ll be warmed up in no time.”
Willow felt her climax roll through her, stirring a warmth inside her belly that certainly broke the chill of the winter air. “Definitely warmer,” she moaned. “But I think you both can do better than that.”
Spike’s fingers slipped out of her folds and he brought them to Angel’s lips, letting his sire lick off her juices.
“Don’t worry, pet. We’re just getting started.”
“By the time we’re done, baby, you’ll be so hot we may have to put you out.”
Willow grinned. She liked the sound of that.
