Spike grinned wickedly as he gently pushed Willow back on the sheets. Willow shivered in anticipation of what he had planned. She expected him to claim her fiercely, to show Angelus that he could compete.

Instead, he brushed the most gentle of kisses across the slight swell of her stomach. He grinned up at her. She giggled as he worked his way up the length of her body.

"That tickles," she whispered, stroking his forehead affectionately. Angelus growled at the familiar contact. Spike licked at her nipple delicately and then blew on it. She writhed under him.

"What is this?" Angelus grumbled. "Stop stalling, Roller Boy, take her. Or maybe you're worried the old equipment isn't working?"

Spike ignored Angelus' jibe.

"Forgive him, pet," Spike said, kissing her. "Angelus seems to forget that sometimes a woman needs to be wooed. Seduced. He forgets not every girl likes the three-minute 'wham-bam-thank you vamp' routine."

"Three minutes!" Angelus growled. He bolted up, ready to strike.

"Now Angelus," Willow lectured as Spike sucked her earlobe between his teeth. "You promised not to interfere while Spike was giving his lesson."

Spike grinned trumphantly. Angelus growled again and threw himself back down in the chair. He drummed his fingers angrily as Spike slowly traced the contours of Willow's hips with his tongue. She moaned, throwing her head back. He couldn't remember that expression coming over her face when he did that. He gritted his teeth. This was irritating. He couldn't believe he let Spike trick him into this. Not that Spike did much in the way of tricking, but he must known Angelus would challenge him. To show Willow who was the superior lover. He didn't expect it to backfire.

Willow wrapped her ivory pale legs around Spike's waist. She urged him toward her.

"Please, Spike," she whispered against his neck.

"Yes, pet?" he watched Angelus' expression cloud over with glee. "What do you need?"

"You," she said. "Inside me. Please."

He winked at a scowling Angelus and entered her smoothly. She cried out, clenching around him like a vice. He growled, his game face sliding. He scratched her wrist with a claw and drank from the small wound. Angelus noticed with satisfaction that his childe knew not to mark what belonged to his sire. Spike's smooth slow rhytm brought Willow to orgasm quickly. She keened with her release, keeping a watchful eye on Angelus. He smirked at her abandon. She winked at him. His jaw dropped. The little chit knew exactly what she was doing. She threw her head back as her second climax came.

Spike came barreling over the edge with her. He kissed her thoroughly, leaving no doubt, for the moment, who she belonged to. He rolled, still buried in her, taking her with him. She cradled her head against his pale chest. She grinned at Angelus and stretched her hand out to him.

"Come play."

He rose and kissed her neck, pulling her back against him.

"Play nice," she whispered. She kissed Spike and wrapped Angelus' arm around them both. Spike hardened at the familiar contact with his sire. Willow gasped.

"Very nice," she nuzzled his neck. Angelus bit her shoulder and drank of her reverently.

"Welcome home, Willow." Spike whispered.

"I have an idea, Will," Buffy said brightly as Willow tried to explain the chemistry lesson for the fifth time. "Why don't you reopen the Hellmouth, kick-start an Apocalypse for us to fight so finals can be considered extraneous and futile?"

"Slightly unethical," Willow said. "But, at least you have vocabulary test spanked."

"Call me Buffy the Undead Termination Facilitator."

Willow laughed. She was slowly adjusting to life as wife to the undead. By day, she was Slayerette. Nights were spent in Angelus' bed between her vampires, who had agreed to stop trying to destroy the world and other such nonsense. None of her mortal friends suspected a thing.

Her arm bumped a folder on Miss Calender's desk. She stooped over to pick it up. There was disk stuck between her desk and the filing cabinet. She pulled it out.

"What's that?" Buffy asked. Willow shrugged and stuck the disk in the a:/ drive.

"Damn, it's encrypted," Buffy said as gibberish filled the screen. "Must be important."

"Or Miss Calender was embarassed over her 'Dawson's Creek fanfic.'" Willow nodded. "I'll work on it, see what I can find out."

"You do that, while I avoid studying chem by going on patrol."

"Sinner," Willow grinned.

"When is she coming home?" Spike whined, pacing.

"I don't know," Angelus growled. "She was supposed to be here half an hour ago. Helping the Bimbo the Vampire Layer study for a chem test."

"That moron relies too heavily on her," Spike snorted. "It's not fair to Willow."

"She does it willingly," Angelus shrugged. He pretended to be annoyed, but inside he marveled at his giving red goddess. She was kind without even thinking about it. Even as a mortal, he hadn't known or given compassion in such a way.

"If we hit Buffy with a car and just maimed her a bit, left her for dead, would it violate the 'no killing my friends' rule?" Spike asked, stopping the infuriating pacing for just a second.

"I think so, yeah."

"How'd we let her make so many damn rules anyway?" Spike demanded, pacing resumed. "Aren't we the baddest undead motherfuckers in Sunnydale?"

"Spikey my boy, I think it's time we face it," Angelus said. "We're whipped."

"AGAIN!" Spike cried.

"HA!" Willow cried triumphantly. "Take that Mr. Uncrackable Code."

Willow watched with glee as the gibberish faded into English. Miss Calender must have working on something big.

"Oh my god," she gasped as the last letter fell into place. "Angel's soul. This could restore Angel's soul."

"I'm home," she called, dropping her bag by the bed. "Angelus? Spike?"

She heard sloshing in the bathroom. She shrugged out of her jacket and walked to the opened door. Angelus and Spike were in the tub, intertwined. Willow's jaw dropped.

Angelus looked up and grinned.

"You started without me," Willow said, her voice strained.

"You were late," Angelus shrugged.

"Let that be a lesson to you on punctuality." Spike laughed as Angelus nipped his earlobe.

"I think I liked it better when you couldn't stand each other." Willow grumbled. "Remember? When you conspired each other to get at me, instead of conspiring against me."

"Looks like someone needs what only we can give her," Spike grinned, he pushed away from Angelus and leaned against the opposite of the tub.

"And what might that be?" Willow asked, her eyebrows wriggling. She began unbuttoning her shirt.

"Nigel the rubber duckie," Spike held out an adorable yellow plastic duck. Willow burst out laughing.

"Okay, honestly, handcuffs, that I can handle," Willow said, as Angelus helped her step into the sunken tub. "Vampiric threesomes, alright. But bringing a rubber duckie into the mix? That's just twisted."

"Spike, I have something to show you," Willow whispered as she shut the door to his room. Angelus had just gone out to hunt. He showed a great amount of trust by leaving Spike alone with Willow.

"Oh, goody!" Spike flopped back on the bed and beckoned her with a crooked finger.

"Get your mind out of the gutter!" Willow cried. Spike stuck out his lower lip."Well, at least for the next five minutes."

She handed him the diskette with the restoration spell.

"What's this?" he asked.

"Angel's soul," Willow whispered. "Miss Calender apparently found a way to restore it but Angelus killed her before she could perform the ritual. All it requires is an orb of Thessaly, which I swiped from Giles' supply box on the way here."

"You little miscreant!" Spike exclaimed. "I'm finally starting to rub off you."

"Missing the point entirely." Willow deadpanned.

"So you can bring the grand poof back," Spike shrugged. "What do you want to do about it?"

"I don't know," Willow shrugged. "What should I do? If he remains Angelus, there's always the chance of him going all 'meglomaniacal world domination' again. But if I give him his soul..."

"He goes running back to the Slayer and leaves our happy little family," he squeezed her hand.

She nodded. "I want you to keep it with you for safekeeping. You're pretty much as objective as anyone's going to get on the subject. Just keep me from doing the wrong thing."

"Pet, whatever you do will be the right decision," he said.

"Why don't I find that reassuring?"