In Thrall

Rating: NC-17

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Grouping: Buffy/Willow/Tara

Author's Note: A Special "Thank You" to Joan the English Chick (pisces@englishchick.com) for her transcripts.

Part 2

Carson settled into a chair in the darker part of the hotel bar with a vodka and fruit juice in front of him. Xander still glared at him occasionally but had settled into mostly ignoring the new vampire in their midst and Carson was grateful for that.

He knew that Xander was part of Willow's family and he had the feeling he could like the annoying young man given time so he resisted growling at Xander.

The vampire grinned as he looked up and saw Buffy, Tara and Willow on the dance floor together. Giles and Joyce weren't too far away and the ex-Watcher seemed determined to make up for his time in the wheelchair. Xander and Anya disappeared, presumably to their room, he thought.

Wesley was engaged in conversation with one of the bartenders and Carson wondered if the other Englishman was going to have company in his room that night. Given the body language and unspoken communication going on between the two, Carson thought it very likely and grinned.

He was also very pleased to see Willow relaxing and connecting again with Buffy and Tara. The vampire had encouraged her for the entire month they had been in Los Angeles to return to her lovers and now that she was back, he was more than happy to see the spark in her eyes. Carson was pleased with himself most of all.

The vampire hadn't felt any urge to vamp out while he was with Willow except when she was the werewolf. The former priest was also proud that he had spotted the inner spark inside the cowering, blood covered girl in the sewers that morning and had taken her in.

Now he was in the company of powerful witches, vampires with souls, and a group that was stronger than any family he had ever seen. Carson had a feeling he could make a home among them.

The only ones puzzling him now were Angel and Cordelia. They had been silent during the ride back to the hotel and had quickly made excuses to everyone before disappearing just outside the door to the hotel bar.

The vampire, far older than Angelus/Angel, had learned to read people while he was still human and a priest. Living as a vampire who couldn't kill humans long before Angel had been cursed with a soul, had enhanced the gift of reading people like an open book. He figured if he ever got bored he could always take up psychology, he knew enough about human behavior to treat most anyone's problems.

Angel was deeply troubled about something and Cordelia was happy, scared, and confused.

Carson had seen the lightning hit Angel but the vampire appeared unharmed and hadn't said anything so Carson kept quiet. Now he figured something was up with the other vampire and it was life-giving or life shattering.

And at the center of all of it was Willow, he reflected.

Carson also knew that none of them, except maybe Angel and Giles, knew exactly what could be facing the girl or how powerful she was.

He spotted Willow making her way to the table and stood up as she approached. She laughed in delight at his chivalry and sat down across from him. Carson glanced over and saw Buffy and Tara continuing to dance.

"Time to talk, huh?" he asked with an impish grin.

Willow laughed and reached out to hold his hand. It was so good to see her laugh and smile, Carson thought.

"Yeah," she agreed. "What are your plans now?"

"Well, I could go back to LA with Angel, work for them or grab back my job at the club. We still have the apartment," he pondered. "Or I could go back to Sunnydale and find my niche there."

"Would you work for Angel and them?" she asked, genuinely curious.

"Yes, they help people in trouble," Carson nodded. "I could do that. I don't know if I could join your group, Willow."

Willow frowned.

"I'm a vampire, Willow," Carson said gently. "I may not kill and I've never turned anyone but I'm still a vampire. I couldn't hunt others and kill them and that is what your group is called to do."

"But you're not a bad guy like the others," Willow protested.

"No, and given time they might not be either," he said. "I have to believe that my life, dead or alive, has purpose and that God put me here for a reason. If I can get my soul back, maybe others can too without the spell thing."

"You're going to try and convert vampires into being nice guys?" Willow asked in disbelief.

Carson shrugged, his face almost embarrassed.

"I guess that describes it," he agreed. "I can try that in Sunnydale, it seems to draw the vampires or I can do that in LA."

Willow frowned, lowering her head in thought. When she looked up tears were filling her eyes.

"You were good to me, I don't want to lose you," she said softly.

"Then you won't," he said just as softly. "Willow Rosenberg, I will be your friend always. I know your friends are suspicious of my friendship with you and I don't blame them. I'm unique in their experiences but I am a man of my word. I am your friend forever."

"Can you live in Sunnydale with Buffy being the Slayer and killing your converts?" Willow asked.

"I don't know, maybe we can all wear the same t-shirts that say 'don't slay me, I'm trying!' or something," he suggested.

Willow almost fell out of her chair laughing at the mental image that created in her head. She could just see Buffy about to stake some poor vampire when he ripped open his jacket to reveal his Father Karnstein t-shirt, guaranteed Slayer proof.

Carson grinned and Willow shook her head. He looked a lot like Oz but with more depth in his eyes and Willow had to remind herself that he was even older than Angel.

"Come back with us," she asked.

"Okay," he agreed easily and then lost his smile. "You know you're heading for some tempting times with that magick of yours."

"Yeah, I've talked to Giles about it. With him and Tara worrying over me, I should be okay," she shrugged.

"I'll be there too," he promised. "Now, go and grab your lovers and have a long talk with them before making love all night long."

Willow's eyes widened at his bold suggestion and he grinned.

"Rebuild your connection with them, youngling," he advised. "They love you very much and I know you'd die for them. This space between you is pointless."

"Yes, dad," she teased and pulled his hand up to her lips. "You know, I don't understand our friendship at times."

Carson sighed and held her hand, keeping her at the table.

"It is a night for serious discussion and events, ja," he muttered. "Do you believe in reincarnation?"

"Yes," Willow answered easily. "I was raised reformed Jewish but have expanded my views a bit."

"I have a gift, Willow," Carson said softly. "I can see where souls have been. It comes to me in flashes."

"Like mind reading?" she questioned.

"Not quite, it's like seeing a chopped up video in my head when I meet someone," he tried to explain. "Maybe I'm part of the plan that those Powers That Be of Angel's have. I don't know, I still believe in God and his unknown purpose with this world."

"Okay," Willow almost whispered, almost afraid of what he was leading up to.

"I've told the others about a girl I once knew," Carson said, slipping back into his original Germanic accent. "She was Irish, yes?"

Willow, sensing his discomfort and struggle slipped into German. "I understand you."

Father Karnstein looked relieved. "After all these years, sometimes it is easier in the native tongue," he muttered. "She was Irish and beautiful. Red hair, flaming like yours with green eyes that could melt an emerald."

Willow began to blush at the display of emotions from the normally aloof vampire.

"I fell in love with her," he admitted. "I was stunned. I had spent my teen years training for the priesthood and resisting normal human sexual behavior and then I fell in love after becoming a vampire."

Carson took a long drink of the alcohol in front of him. "Damn, they use cheap vodka," he muttered. "She was a werewolf," he added.

Willow jumped and her eyes widened.

"Yes," Carson nodded. "I fell in love with the natural enemy of the vampire, a werewolf."

"What happened?" Willow whispered.

"She was taken from me and corrupted," Carson's head dropped slightly. "Siobhan came back caught up in the hunt, she liked to kill and she tried to kill me."

"You had to kill her?" Willow asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yes, and it nearly drove me insane and the demon almost won," Karnstein admitted. "It was what the vampire who took her planned. He wanted me to lose my soul and give into the demon. I resisted by crawling into the deepest and darkest woods I could find in the Carpathian Mountains and preyed on animals for a hundred years until I could face people again."

"Carson," Willow said softly but Carson shook his head.

"No, I'm alright with it," he assured her. "It was very long ago."

"You think my soul is hers?" Willow asked, forcing the question out.

"Yes, you were once Siobhan," he nodded and Willow frowned.

"Are you s-saying you a-and me are supposed to be together?" she asked.

"No," he answered gently. "I don't believe we are soulmates, Willow. Your path is with those two over there and I know that. I think I am being given a chance to make up for losing Siobhan to the darkness by helping you."

"That's why you helped me that morning? You saw me hovering on the brink."

"Yes, after what you went through with the Initiative, you could have snapped and given into the wolf," he agreed.

"What else did you see?" Willow asked.

"I can't say, Willow," Father Karnstein shook his head. "Too many lives and…" he hesitated.

"What?" she demanded.

"You are powerful and you have been powerful," he whispered. "It will draw darkness to you like a moth to the flame. You already opened a door to the darkness by taking that werewolf curse to yourself. You'll find a lot of things darker than the wolf hovering outside that door, hoping that you open it again, even a crack will be deadly."

Willow couldn't speak. She knew he was right but it was hard hearing it from someone. Especially someone gifted with the Sight.

"I better go," she muttered and pulled out of his hands and ran for the door.

Carson looked up to find Buffy and Tara glaring at him and heading for the door behind their lover.

He finished his drink and headed to the bar for another one. Probably several more after that one, he thought to himself. There were times he cursed God for his gift of Sight and Satan for his curse of eternity as a vampire. It meant he had seen a lot and was going to see a lot more before it was over. Carson would have been grateful for a simple fifty years with the Gift, not several hundred.

Willow sighed when she heard the bar door open and slam behind her and leaned against the wall, waiting.

"Wills?" Buffy's voice reached her, filled with worry.

Willow opened her eyes and smiled at Tara and Buffy as they moved closer but cautiously.

"I'm okay, honest," she said and opened her arms. Both women hugged her and looked at her closely, judging the truth of her words and smiled at her in return.

"What's up with you and Carson?" Buffy asked.

"Well, I-I know we haven't had time to talk about him," Willow said, frowning as she put her thoughts together. "I-I really didn't know what drew me to h-him after he took care of me that morning. I f-felt safe with him and it wasn't like I feel safe around Spike because Spike can't hurt us now because of the chip thing. It was more a safe warm fuzzy feeling," she rambled.

"Warm fuzzies for a vampire?" Tara asked with a grin and Willow shrugged, acknowledging how ridiculous that sounded even to her.

"I know but it…it's just…just okay with him," Willow struggled with the words. "I knew I could hide and rest with him. When Mulder told me the In…Initiative wasn't looking for me, I planned to come home. Carson encouraged me to come back."

"He says he shared your bed," Tara said softly.

"It was s-safer for him," Willow tried to smile. "I'd wake up with n-nightmares and broke his ribs once with an energy bolt. He'd h-hold me," she whispered as her head dropped, unsure how her lovers would take to the news that she had sought comfort from a male vampire.

"It wasn't sexual," Buffy said, more of a statement than a question.

"No, nothing sexual between us," Willow agreed. "Just comfort. He f-felt like Xander."

Buffy smiled and Willow saw the Slayer relax, that was a comparison that Buffy could relate to. Both Buffy and Tara knew that Xander was more than a brother to Willow but short of a lover and everyone was comfortable with that.

"What were you two talking about?" Tara asked.

"If he was going to stay in Sunnydale or go back to LA," Willow said.

"And?" Buffy asked.

"He wants to stay in Sunnydale and be my friend," Willow answered truthfully. "He can't be part of the gang, not like Spike or Angel. He…he wants to try and save some of the vampires."

"What?" Buffy asked, confusion washing over her face.

"Like religion?" Tara asked, joining in on the confusion.

"Sort of, he conquered his demon and wants to try and show others how to do it to," Willow tried to explain.

"I know we live on a Hellmouth but things just keep getting weirder by the year," Buffy complained.

"He'd like to try," Willow insisted.

"I'm game," Buffy shrugged. "Not sure how we'll work it but he's been good to you."

"Thanks, Buff," Willow said gratefully and considered telling them about the soul connection with Carson's past love but decided to mull that information over a bit longer herself.

Buffy leaned back into Tara's arms as the blonde witch moved closer behind the Slayer and Willow smiled, loving the sight of both of them.

Willow lost her smile though when her heightened senses heard Angel and Cordelia nearby arguing and realized what they were probably arguing about. His soul. Willow saw Buffy frown and knew that her Slayer senses had heard their voices as well.

Willow moved forward slightly and ran her hand down Tara's cheek.

"I need to tell you both something," Willow said reluctantly. "But I need to talk to Angel and Cordelia for a minute, okay?"

"Wills, what's going on? We said no more secrets," Buffy reminded her lover.

"I know, just give me a couple of minutes and I'll explain, I promise," Willow said softly and kissed Buffy and then Tara before dashing off towards the angry voices.

"You get the feeling we're out of the loop?" Buffy asked in a sullen voice.

"Yup," Tara agreed, her frown as deep as Buffy's.

Giles and Joyce looked up from their drinks and smiled at the sight of the two girls coming back into the bar. Both of them frowned at the concerned and distant looks on their faces.

"What's wrong?" Joyce asked.

"I don't know," Buffy complained. "Willow got into a really heavy conversation with Carson, ran out the door and says she's fine. Angel and Cordelia are fighting and Willow won't say what's up with them until she talks with them."

"I think I followed that," Giles muttered. "Willow is at the center of something going on with everyone and you don't know what it is yet."

"Exactly!" Tara agreed.

"Well, whatever it is upset Carson as well, he's over there on his fifth vodka and whatever," Joyce pointed out.

"Terrific, a drunk vampire," Buffy muttered.

"Well, we have seen Spike drunk a couple of times," Tara pointed out.

"Yeah," Buffy nodded. "Giles, that healing she did on you, that was major, wasn't it?"

"What did you see or feel?" Giles answered with a question of his own.

"It was like being caught up in a river of colors," Buffy said softly and found Tara reaching for her hand at the same time Buffy was reaching for hers.

"I c-could feel B-Buffy beside me and held onto that," Tara added.

"We could see Willow's energy at the center and focused on that, surrounding it," Buffy described, closing her eyes with the memory. "It was like chaos around us except where we were."

"Yes, it was a major working," Giles said softly, holding Joyce's hand. "Something I never thought she would be able to do without the ceremony and ritual."

"How did she get so powerful so quick?" Tara asked.

"I'm not sure," Giles admitted. "Doing that ritual to take the werewolf opened up some doors."

"Everyone keeps saying that," Buffy complained. "Willow did that because she loves me, not to gain power or anything evil!"

"I know, Buffy," Giles said gently. "But we have to accept the fact that she performed Black Magick and called on demons and evil spirits to accomplish that. It's like robbing a bank to pay the rent for the orphanage."

"The end may have been for the good but getting there was the wrong path," Buffy translated and Giles nodded as Buffy and Tara's eyes filled with tears. "Damnit! I'm tired of my friends being hurt because I'm the Slayer!"

"And Willow would argue t-that she couldn't t-take you being hurt because of her," Tara countered. "You took t-that bite to save her."

"It's not just the spell she did, is it, Rupert?" Joyce asked.

"No, the door was unlocked and opened slightly with the transference spell," he explained to the two young women what Willow had explained earlier in the evening to him and Joyce. "When she killed that other werewolf, good cause or not, she tasted human blood."

He frowned and took off his glasses. "Because of her lycanthropy, she could have developed a taste for the hunt and human blood, her werewolf side turning totally evil. It didn't, thank God. You see it get complicated because she's not only a werewolf but a witch, when she tasted the human blood it hit her magickal side and… and…"

"'Blasted the door open,' is how she described it," Joyce finished.

"What does all this mean, Giles?" Buffy demanded.

"I'm not sure what it'll mean," he frowned. "She'll need a lot of guidance and support."

"It's l-like a drug, Buffy," Tara said softly. "You w-work with d-dark energies like that and it c-can be addictive and d-deadly."

"Not our Wills," Buffy said firmly. "She's got us to help!"

"Then insist on total honesty," Giles advised. "No more surprise spells or rituals and no doing magick without thinking and talking about it."

Both Buffy and Tara nodded.

Angel glanced up, cutting Cordelia off in mid sentence. The brunette started to snap at her boss and would-be boyfriend for it when she realized he was watching over her shoulder. She turned and found Willow approaching them as they paced and argued in the parking lot.

"Angel, Cordelia, can I talk with you?" Willow asked, burying her fists in her jacket and looking uncomfortable.

"Sure! Why not?" Cordelia snapped. "Want to explain?"

"Yes," Willow nodded, ignoring the sarcasm in Cordelia's voice. "If it worked, I used the energy to heal Giles' spinal injuries and seal Angel's soul to his body. No more curse and no more Angelus."

"But how do we know if it worked?" Cordelia demanded.

"The only way is to test it," Willow admitted.

"He gets happy about something and we possibly have Angelus back?" Cordelia snapped. "No thanks; he was a bastard to deal with then, thank you!"

Willow's eyes blazed with sudden anger. "I remember that better than you do, Cordy! I was the one that ended up in the hospital and I never did tell anyone everything Angelus did to me!"

"Easy, guys, please," Angel begged, moving almost between the two women. The last thing he wanted was to bring up Angelus' past crimes against Buffy and her friends.

"And what if didn't work?" Cordy countered. "What do we do with Angelus?"

"I have an orb and the ingredients I need for the spell to restore his soul with me," Willow said calmly and winced at the shock on Angel's face.

"You planned this? Without telling me?" he demanded.

"And get your hopes up? I didn't even know if I could include you in the working," Willow growled.

"So what does this mean, we get him happy, wait and see if Angelus shows up and then you do the ritual to bring back his soul and we go on like before?" Cordy demanded.

"I think I followed that," Angel muttered. "It's either that or we never test whether it worked and we go on being miserable."

"And how do we test this theory, hook him back up with Buffy?" Cordy snapped and Willow drew back a fist just as Angel stepped between them.

"Cordelia!" he growled. "Willow was trying to help me! Why are you attacking her? She was trying to help US!"

"Us?" Cordy questioned softly.

"Us!" Angel insisted, grabbing Cordelia by her arms. "There is no 'me and Buffy.' She's moved on and I've moved on. I'm not her soulmate, Willow and Tara are."

"All I heard about for years was your tragic love for her!" Cordy shouted. "The doomed love affair of the ages. Vampire with a Soul and the Slayer, never to be together but lovers forever!"

Willow touched Angel's back and saw him nod slightly. She quickly moved away and headed back to the bar. She knew they'd find her shortly, if they could get past the old argument and wounds.

"Buffy loved me but not like she does Willow and Tara!" Angel insisted. "I knew she was in love with Willow for years! That's why Angelus attacked Willow first and so brutally, I knew she was Buffy's weakness. I didn't even attack Buffy's mother, just played with her mind for a bit and caused tension between Joyce and Buffy. Willow I attacked and…and, I almost killed."

"What did Angelus do to Willow?" Cordelia frowned. "I know you almost killed her but there's more isn't there?"

"I don't know if she remembers it or not and I don't want to," he growled. "I'm not in love with Buffy."

Cordelia frowned.

"I've been guaranteed to be miserable and hold onto my soul because I can't have the woman I've fallen in love with," the vampire said softly.

Cordelia wiped at her tears and tried to pull out of his arms.

"If you tell me it's that Darla bitch I'm going to stake you!" she threatened, beginning to sob.

Angel pulled her into his arms and held her tightly.

"I love you, Cordelia Chase," he said softly. "I've loved you for a long time."

Willow spotted her lovers sitting with Giles and Joyce and mentally steeled herself. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted Carson and his unfocused eyes, several empty glasses in front of him.

She dismissed his problems for the moment as the approached her family and sat down.

"What's up, Wills?" Buffy asked.

"Well, I'm guessing that I've b-been the topic of conversation," she smiled slightly.

Giles removed his glasses and Tara looked away.

"It's okay," Willow continued to smile and reached out for Buffy and Tara's hands. "I expected it. Did Giles tell you what we talked about earlier?"

"About the magick being wide open for you now?" Buffy asked and Willow nodded. "Yeah, he mentioned it and that it might be a little rough and tempting for you."

"Yes, and I-I'll admit that scares me," Willow said. "I n-never got into drugs because I-I was afraid of what t-they could do. This is more powerful."

"We're here for you, Willow," Tara said firmly, her blue eyes showing her determination and love for the red-haired witch and Willow sighed gratefully.

"There's more," Willow said softly.

Giles almost looked weary and his eyes showed a flash of…fear.

"What, Wills?" Buffy asked gently, glaring at Giles for a moment.

"I should probably talk to you privately first but I don't think we have time," Willow muttered, watching Buffy's eyes. "What do you feel for Angel?" she asked bluntly and Buffy blinked in surprise and looked confused.

"I like Angel," she said easily. "I did love him but it's like that was so distant, a lifetime ago. Why, Wills?"

"If the healing worked, I sealed his soul. He can't lose it," Willow answered, watching Buffy closely.

Buffy sat back heavily in her chair, her face confused as she tried to process what Willow had just told her.

"No more Angelus?" she whispered.

"No, if it worked," Willow clarified. "Only death can separate his soul from his body now."

"My God, Willow," Giles said softly. "Without an orb and spell, you just did it?"

"It wasn't that easy," the red-head frowned. "That combination of energy could do anything but I wouldn't want to try it again. I have an orb to bring Angel back if the spell didn't work and we get Angelus again."

"You mean if he gets happy and loses his soul?" Tara asked.

"Yes," Willow responded.

"Why is he arguing with Cordelia?" Buffy asked.

"He's trying to explain the risks, what I did and he's telling her, I hope, that he loves her," Willow said, watching Buffy's reaction.

"Loves her? He's going to admit it to her?"

"You knew?" Willow asked, slightly surprised.

"Angel and I talked when we came to pick you up in LA, he admitted he had fallen for her but couldn't have her," Buffy said, smiling at her lover and noticing Willow's body relaxing relief. "Wills, I love you and I love Tara. Angel and I have changed. My love for both of you is beyond what I felt for him."

"God, this is complicated," Giles complained. "The only way to see if it worked is to endanger everyone with Angelus."

"Yes," Willow agreed.

"And extreme happy moments are usually done in private," Buffy pondered and began to blush when she caught her mother's disapproving glance.

They both remembered what had caused Angel to lose his soul last time, Buffy losing her virginity to him on her 17th birthday. Joyce had been less than enthused to find out about that one.

"I w-wonder how Cordelia feels about b-bondage?" Tara asked softly.

"Tara?" Willow asked, her eyes widening in surprise.

"She can bind Angel and…and if he turns…then yell for you, after they…."

"I get the picture!" Giles cut in, blushing himself.

"I heard that!"

Everyone glanced up to see Angel and Cordelia almost to their table. Cordelia was actually smirking at their embarrassment.

"We actually thought of that," Cordelia grinned and everyone noticed how Angel stood behind her and wrapped his arms around the smaller brunette.

"The problem is we don't have any bindings," Angel explained, thankful that he didn't have enough blood in his system to actually blush along with the rest of them.

"We do, actually," Giles said softly and turned almost bright red when Joyce pulled back and looked at him like he had grown another eye in the center of his forehead. "In the trunk under the tire, werewolf precaution," he muttered.

"That had better be the only thing they're for, Ripper," Joyce teased.

"Mom!" Buffy squeaked as she wanted to crawl under the table.

"What, Buffy?" Joyce asked, her face innocent but the eyes were playful and teasing.

"Uh, guys?" Willow said, bringing their focus back to Angel and Cordelia.

"So I chain good looking here down, have my way with him and see if we get Angelus?" Cordelia asked and felt Angel's body jerk behind her in response to her words.

"Well, that's probably the plan," Buffy agreed.

"Well, I'm not sure what to suggest then," Giles muttered. "Everyone go to their rooms, Willow stands by in case she's needed?"

"And if you don't hear me screaming within two hours, go to bed?" Cordelia suggested sweetly. "No, wait. I just might be screaming."

"Cordelia!" Joyce snapped, her eyes wide as the boldness of the former cheerleader and Angel managed to actually blush.

"Enough!" Willow snapped. "Listen, I'm tired. I just want to curl up in Buffy and Tara's arms. Everyone go to bed, if something happens, pound on our door."

Everyone broke into conversation but stood up to head to their rooms.

Willow looked around and saw Carson's head laying on his arms on the table in front of him.

"Don't worry," Wesley suddenly appeared at their table. "I'll take him up to the room."

"You sure?" Giles asked.

"Yeah, I've handed drunken love-sick vampires before," he muttered as he headed towards Carson.

Everyone finally headed to their rooms. Willow, Tara and Buffy in one room, Cordelia and Angel in the room next to them, Wesley and Carson two doors down, and Giles and Joyce across from the girls.

Willow threw herself on the bed with an exaggerated sigh getting giggles out of both Buffy and Tara. The blonde witch jumped onto the bed into Willow's arms and both looked up from the bed, grinning at Buffy.

"Wills, you are so damned adorable," Buffy exclaimed and jumped on the other side of the red-haired witch.

"She's right you know," Tara said softly, leaning up on one elbow to lean down and kiss Willow.

Willow whimpered, one hand reaching up to play in Buffy's hair and the other to pull Tara closer.

"Guys?" Buffy's voice drew Tara and Willow's attention. Buffy's eyes were loving and yet cautious asking a question without words.

Willow glanced up into Tara's eyes, asking the same question among the three of them.

Tara nodded at the same time as Willow and they turned to the Slayer. Tara reached across Willow and drew Buffy's head closer and kissed her softly as Willow's hands danced in their hair, her body under them.

Buffy moaned and ran her hand over Willow's ribs.

"Oh Goddess," Willow whispered and Tara turned her lips to Willow's and Buffy's hands moved to unbutton Willow's shirt, her hands trembling.

"It's been so long, Wills," Buffy whispered, her voice husky with desire as she looked at her two lovers kissing passionately.

Willow's back arched and Tara began nibbling on her neck as her hand reached out for Buffy. The Slayer pulled Tara's hand to her, kissing the palm gently and lightly running her tongue over the nerve endings in the wrist. She heard Tara gasp in surprise at the stimulation.

Moans and a small scream stilled all three of them.

"Was that a scream of pain or pleasure?" Tara asked softly.

"Pleasure, I think," Buffy frowned, sitting up.

Looking at Willow and Tara the Slayer knew the mood was broken for the moment as the other two sat up as well. Tara wrapped her arms around Buffy from behind and Willow hugged both of them.

"Does it bother you?" Tara asked Buffy as more moans came from the room next door.

Buffy's eyebrows rose in question. "Angel with Cordelia?"

Tara and Willow nodded.

"No, not really," Buffy smiled at her loves. "Just weird hearing it, like listening to Xander watch a porn movie."

"Oh, that's just the visual I need in our bed!" Willow protested with a laugh.

"Well, how about we settle in for some nice snuggle time?" Buffy grinned.

"Yeah, we're going to jump out of our skins at every sound tonight," Willow agreed.

"Okay," Tara joined in and moved to the center of the headboard.

A scream made all of them jump, just as predicted.

"That sound like pleasure," Tara commented as Buffy and Willow settled into her arms.

"Soon to be echoed through this room tomorrow," Buffy mumbled softly.

Tara smiled as she realized Willow was already asleep.

Continued in Part 3...

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