"I see you found..." Angel paused as he surveyed the scene before him. Buffy was sitting at the kitchen table surrounded by every human food that he had in the kitchen. All of the windows were closed tightly, and the lights from overhead fixtures illuminated the kitchen and Buffy in a gentle light. "...All the food I own."

Buffy looked over her shoulder smiled at him as he approached from behind. "You're not going to eat any of it."

"No." Angel leaned forward and kissed the nape of Buffy's neck, tearing her attention away from the food to focus on something far more appetizing. "But I might be persuaded to try some of this..." Buffy snaked a hand back around his neck, holding him to her, but soon forced herself to let go. "Mmm, delicious."

Buffy sighed, hating that her need for nourishment had to come before Angel's sinfully talented touch. "Angel, I have to eat."

He nipped at her earlobe. "I'm not stopping you."

"Angel..." she pleaded. His lips were destroying her ability to think, but her stomach kept rumbling and she knew she had to be strong. "Later, I promise."

"I'll hold you to that," Angel grumbled. Pouting, he pulled away reluctantly and sat down in one of the chairs beside her. "Did you sleep well?"

"Haven't slept that well in about two weeks," she said, ducking her head to hide the tint of red that colored her features.

Angel was very aware that she was referring to the first night between the three of them and smiled at her innocent shyness. "We'll make sure that happens more often."

Still a little flushed, Buffy returned the smile and turned back to the table to examine the selection of food. She debated over the fruit in a bowl and finally chose a peach that was perched at the very top. Before she could do anything with it, Angel took the peach from her hand and reached for a knife. Carefully, he sliced a piece and offered it to her. Blushing nervously, Buffy leaned forward and accepted the offered fruit. Angel's eyes darkened as she swallowed the ripe sliver then hesitantly licked at the few traces of sweet juice that covered his fingers. Eagerly, Angel reached for the knife and peach again so the process could be repeated.

A throat cleared from the entryway and Angel aimed a menacing glare at the one that dared to intrude. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything," Spike said as he walked to Buffy and placed a kiss on the top of her head, smirking knowingly at Angel.

"You interrupt something?" Buffy replied sarcastically. She didn't miss the possessiveness she felt coming from both males, but everything was so new, she didn't know how to react. Reaching for a piece of toast, Buffy took a bite. "I'm just trying to make my stomach shut up." She glared down at her abdomen when her tummy growled again. Maybe *she* needed to shut up and start eating.

Noticing that all the food on the table was hardly part of a vampire's balanced diet, Spike proceeded towards the refrigerator and kitchen cabinets. It was unlikely that Angel had anything that could be considered edible by Spike's standards, but he looked anyway.

His private moment with Buffy disrupted, Angel decided to proceed with a conversation. Something they had been avoiding for as long as possible. "How's your mom? I didn't even think--" Angel broke off, remembering how caught up they had been that they hadn't even considered Joyce and whether she'd be missing her daughter.

"Don't worry, she's...not home. Mom went away for most of the summer. Left me a note, a phone number, and some cash," Buffy explained. "I called her a few days ago. She can't come home yet, but..." Buffy sniffed, keeping her tears at bay. She could survive without her mother, but that didn't mean she wanted to.

"I'm sure she's just happy you're alive and safe," Angel supplied for her, knowing it was the truth.

Buffy smiled weakly. "Yeah...safe."

Angel wasn't quite sure how to interpret her lack of security, but decided not to push the issue right then. "So, you'll be able to spend some time here?"

Buffy reached for the peach again, this time cutting slices for herself while Angel was busy asking questions. "If Giles doesn't have me slaying day and night, I'll be able to spend most of my time here." She finished another piece of the fruit then, with no napkin in sight, sucked away the drips of juice that ran over her hand and wrist. Angel's mouth opened slightly in envy; he wanted to be responsible for ridding her of the sweet drops. "Except for training and patrol," she amended.

Regaining his control, Angel cleared his throat and focused on asking another question. "Have you seen Giles yet?" A pang of regret accompanied the mention of that name; memories of Angelus were still fresh in his mind.

"Yeah, I went to see him. He was his usual unreadable self, but he was glad to see me. Already planning my training schedule." Buffy rolled her eyes, remembering how Giles had stressed the importance of focusing on her destiny again.

He probably wouldn't appreciate knowing that she *was* focusing on her destiny, just not the one he knew of.

"Your friends?"

"I called them the day after...I apologized for everything and they all seem fine. Healing well." A look of pain combined with already present regret crossed Angel's face and Buffy noticed it immediately. "If you're going to start looking guilty, I'll stop talking. I refuse to waste any time with you two brooding," Buffy said sternly.

Spike turned away from the open refrigerator where he had been examining labels on the bags of blood. "I do not brood."

"No, you just whine," Buffy retorted.

Spike looked offended again for a brief second before a very playful look appeared in his eyes. Knowing he had something evil up his sleeve, Buffy bolted from her chair for the nearest exit. It was useless though; her Slayer speed was nothing compared to the vampires and Spike had her tightly in his arms before she could take two steps. "No escape now," he whispered in her ear.

Buffy whimpered, feigning helplessness against the hard body behind her. Emboldened by feelings deep down inside of her, Buffy snaked her hands between their bodies to cup his denim-covered cock. Spike growled and spun her around. Quickly, he bent and tossed the little blond over his shoulder and smacked her lightly on her ass. "Behave yourself," he scolded and she moaned.

Buffy adjusted to the new perspective, blood rushing to her head and making her slightly dizzy. She hummed in consideration, then patted Spike's denim-covered ass. "Your ass looks great from this angle..."

Angel rose from his chair with a bit of a struggle. Watching Buffy and Spike bicker and Buffy's response to Spike's gentle spank had been oddly arousing and incredibly inspiring for the future. Although he assumed Buffy still hadn't eaten enough to satisfy her hunger, waiting had just become too painful to go on any longer.

"What should we do with her?" Spike asked, grinning like a fool.

Before Angel could offer a suggestion, Buffy spoke up from her awkward position over Spike's shoulder. "I did happen to notice that incredibly large whirlpool tub in the bathroom..." The guys grinned and headed up the stairs.

* * * * *

Buffy gasped as she sank deeper into the hot water, the warmed flesh of Spike's body flush against her back, his staff buried to the hilt inside her pussy. Her hands clenched around the tub's rim in time with her rhythmic bouncing and the spasms of her inner muscles on Spike's cock. Spike grunted, but couldn't form words as he guided her hips in slow, steady movements.

Angel sat across from them, his hands stroking Buffy's legs and his eyes locked on her. Her concentration momentarily disturbed by Angel's heated gaze, Buffy lowered herself onto Spike too quickly, disturbing their pace and the water around them. Bubbly water dripped from the tub, covering the bathroom floor.

"Ooops," she giggled.

The hands that were guiding Buffy's hips moved north to grasp her bouncing breasts and rub her nipples. Spike used his new grip to continue leading her movements, but Buffy somehow managed to keep her speed. With her legs spread on the outside of Spike's, and most of the bubbles on the floor, she was exposed in the most intimate way to Angel's eyes. His hands never left her skin, but they finally progressed towards her center, reaching in for her clitoris.

"Please..." Buffy pleaded. She had been on fire since Angel first fed her the peach and once the tub had introduced, her lust had become almost unbearable. There was just something about sexy, naked vampires in water...

Angel caressed Buffy's clit and ran his fingers over Spike's cock each time Buffy's body lifted away and received equal gasps and groans from the two blondes.

Spike's fingers closed around Buffy's nipples until she yelled and arched against his hands and Angel's. Spike cried out as her actions destroyed his restraint and he lowered his arms to surround her waist and hold her down as his dead seed was shot deep into her.

"Oh god, Spike...Angel, please!" Buffy cried out, delirious with desire.

"Come Buffy, come for us," Angel whispered. Weakened, but still in command of his body, Spike lowered blunt teeth to Buffy's shoulder and bit gently as Angel pressed on her nerve center one last time. Buffy came with a scream for both of them.

Buffy's arms and legs splashed lifelessly into the water and her head dropped back against Spike's. Slowly, Spike lifted her limp body from his, sliding her to sit on the porcelain bottom of the tub between his legs.

"Oh my..." Buffy rested her hands across Spike's arms that draped her stomach. "I think I could get used to this." Her strength eventually returned to her and she readjusted her position. However, the movements caused pain to shoot through her body, her sore muscles and overused clitoris protesting quite loudly. "...Or not," she winced.

Suddenly, Buffy remembered that despite his involvement earlier, Angel had been focusing all of his attention on her and Spike. Doubting that she could stand to be filled by either one of them again so soon, Buffy's thoughts were still on how she could bring Angel pleasure. She let one of her feet stray towards his body, but before she could reach her target, Angel caught her foot.

With a predatory expression, Angel narrowed his eyes at her. "What are you doing?"

"I--" His non-playful tone made Buffy feel very self-conscious and question whether she had done something wrong. What did she know about sex etiquette? Especially in the eyes of two vampires who had centuries of combined experience. Before she could think anymore on the topic, Spike's arms released her waist and Angel's hands tugged her body across the tub to sit in front of him. She winced again, her tired body demanded she stop moving, but went willingly to Angel nonetheless.

Concerned, Angel frowned when he saw her pained expression. "Sore?"

"Yeah, but you--" Buffy started hesitantly. She didn't want to exclude Angel or Spike from anything. This still was all so very new to her, but that was all the more reason to pay equal attention to both men. "I want to..."

Angel smiled and shushed her with a kiss and led one of her hands down below the water's surface. Buffy blushed uncontrollably, but encircled her fingers around Angel's cock when their entwined hands reached his flesh. Angel's larger hand covered Buffy's until she began to move on her own. As she pumped him at the speed and pressure he'd guided her to do on Spike earlier, he claimed her lips.

Buffy's body responded to the demanding kiss and she tried to scoot forward. With her hands occupied and her legs oddly draped over Angel's thighs, she failed miserably. Her sounds of frustration made Angel chuckle as he continued the kiss but drew her to him. Pleased with the new closeness of their bodies, one of Buffy's hands slipped further down to Angel's sac while her other hand started to pump his length faster than before.

Angel broke away from their intense kiss with an unnecessary gasp, his orgasm getting closer. Buffy looked down at the water, watching as Angel's body reacted to her ministrations. Her hands were working him into a frenzy, the sculpted muscles of Angel's stomach rolled and twitched with each stroke of his cock and brush across his balls. Gently, Buffy leaned forward and placed light kisses across his chest and lashed at his nipples with her tongue.

"Buffy," he gasped. "Don't stop."

Buffy looked up and smiled, making direct eye contact with Angel. "Never," she swore. Seconds later, he threw his head back as he came, shooting his emissions into the soapy water. While he recovered, Buffy kissed his lips delicately then rested her head on his chest and circled her arms around his torso.

"Love you," Angel whispered.

"Love you, too," Buffy said against his skin.

Spike shifted uncomfortably at the opposite side of the tub, feeling left out. Although his feelings for Buffy continued to escalate, he still couldn't bring himself to admit it was love. It was something--something powerful--but love?

For now, they all seemed content with mutual desire. Whether love could eventually become the feeling that bound them, only time would tell.

Ever so slowly, Buffy pushed away from Angel and moved to lean against another part of the tub. She eased her weight down, her entire body aching pleasantly. "I'm supposed to patrol tonight and I should probably go get some of my things from home and even pick up some food." Buffy said.

One of Angel's hands reached out for one of hers and their fingers entwined. "Want company?" he asked.

"Of course I do, but I don't think it's such a good idea yet." Buffy paused for a moment, tightening the grip her hand had on Angel's. "The gang knows your back, but they're not really keen on the idea. I have to break this to them gently. I--I can't lose them."

Angel wasn't sure how to react. He certainly didn't expect her to just tell her friends and family about the three-way she was bound to for the rest of her life. Even *he* had difficulty with that concept at first, but he had been so concerned with Buffy and Spike that he had completely forgotten about the way Buffy's loved ones would take the news. Especially after everything he had put them all through when Angelus tore through Sunnydale...

"Oh," Angel said, the word being the only appropriate thing he could think of.

Buffy's face became serious all of a sudden as she sought Angel's eyes. "Hey, no guilt. I don't blame *you* and that's all that matters."

Angel tried to act as if that erased all their problems. He knew it didn't. He knew there were still so many obstacles ahead and Buffy by no means deserved to suffer through any of them. "You're too good to us," he replied, lifting one of her hands to kiss the knuckles.

Spike huffed. "Speak for yourself, mate. I wasn't excluded from any guilt here." He crossed his arms over his chest and lowered himself further into the water, behaving like a young child.

"You don't feel any." She couldn't contain the small grin that tugged at her mouth. Child or not, he was still sexy.

"Yeah, so?"

Buffy giggled splashed water at Spike. He immediately returned the favor, soaking the Slayer in far more water than she had sent his way. The water battle continued for several minutes, the laughing blondes bringing a smile to Angel's face as he watched them.

Buffy yelped as a large splash drenched her hair moments before she was promptly dragged into Spike's lap, his hands tickling her sides. She laughed uncontrollably, shoving at his persistent hands as they found the sensitive spots of her body. He'd spent a considerable amount of time the night before going over every inch of her, learning her reactions to each touch.

Finally, she screeched and Spike paused mid-tickle. "Okay, okay...you win! You're excluded from feelings of guilt. Happy?"

"Yep," Spike said as he pulled her head down for a kiss.