Title: Just Between Us Girls

Author: enchanted nightingale

Beta Reader: pussycatadamah

Timeline: Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Season 3, Angel the series: Season 1

Summary: The cat is out of the bag and people want payback, while Spike has a new plan.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of the plot. They all belong to Mutant Enemy and 20th Century Fox Film Corporation.

A/N: Sorry for taking so long to update (It's been too long actually) but I had a huge writer's block on this story.

It will probably be the last part so… Enjoy!


Part Four

Xander's Basement:

Spike stood on the doorstep of Xander's home. The sun rays were currently facing the opposite direction and there was no way he would go up in flames.

The ignorant and rather drunk woman let him in as soon as he mentioned Xander's name.

'Do I look that bad when I'm sloshed? Nah,' he wondered as he passed the threshold and smelled his way to the basement.

He wanted to talk to Anya, even if the whelp had to be present for this.

"Put some clothes on!" he yelled when he was at the top of the stairs.

He heard cursing and rustling and he smirked.

"How is the land owner's daughter?" he asked as he came into view with Xander, who had just worn his underwear, and Anya, who held a sheet to her body.

"Tonight I was the naughty pirate wench," Anya replied to Xander's horror.

"Anya!" the man exclaimed.

"He already knows the worst there is to know," Anya said as she shrugged.

"Who let you in?" Xander demanded of Spike.

"Your mother," the vampire replied.

"It's day. Why are you here now?" Anya asked.

"I really need your help to organize something," Spike confessed.

"Why should we help you?" Xander demanded.

"Actually, I was talking to Anya," Spike replied. Xander glared at the vampire and then gasped when his girlfriend spoke up.

"Sure," the former demon said eagerly.

"But An, he could try something nasty," Xander protested.

The former vengeance demon ignored him. "Who do we help this time?" Anya was eager.

"Red."


Summer's Residence:

Buffy groaned as she woke up late in the day. Her body was oddly sore, a feeling she had not felt in a long time. She tried to touch one of the sore spots only to realize she could not move. Opening her eyes alarmed she took notice of a muscular but pale arm.

'Just naked Angel,' her mind responded and she closed her eyes.

For about a quarter of a second she was calm, but after that her eyes flew open in alarm.

"Angel!" she exclaimed.

The vampire was in deep sleep, too early in the day for him, but woke up none the less. His mind worked similar patterns to Buffy's and soon he was jerked fully awake and stared at the naked Slayer trapped under his side.

"Buffy," he whispered in disbelief, then louder, "Buffy?"

The blond was glaring up into his eyes and a frown marring her forehead.

"Oh, no," he whispered. "Tell me we did not have sex."

"We did not have sex, we just like sleeping nude, reeking of sex and-oh my God you're hard again," she said in a rush.

Angel felt the blood move to his groin at the mere thought of 'naked Buffy', much less the feel and scent of her, but the rest he knew had traveled to his face, giving him a healthy color that could pass for a blush on a vampire. He threw his head back into her pillow and groaned.

Buffy took a look at her room and suppressed a scream of frustration. Her favorite red thong lay on the floor in pieces, Angel's clothes were scattered all over her room, and his silk shirt looking like it had been torn by a tiger.

Angel caught her eye.

"We were a bit wild and," he hesitated, "I'm sorry if I got out of control." He finished the sentence in a rush.

Buffy concentrated on the nail marks across his torso and arms. She blushed and he noticed her neck held bite marks as well her shoulder, and if memory served him right, her body had a lot more.

"Did you hear that?" Buffy's voice cut through his thoughts.

"Hear what?" He was trying to focus anywhere but on his scent that covered her body.

Buffy was frowning. "Nothing, but I could swear…" She shook her head. "I'll just go have a shower."

She considered taking the sheet with her, but then again Angel knew her body very intimately. So she stood up and the sheet left her body, making Angel groan. He reached out and pulled her back to the bed, ignoring her yelp.

"Angel! I have to get up! Willow will probably be worried…"

"Forget about Willow," he growled. It had the desired effect and he smelled her arousal.

"You did this on purpose!" she accused.

"Yeah, well, I'm a horrible, horrible man," he said as he pinned her beneath him and kissed her.

Joyce was nervous as she unlocked the door, not seeing when she nearly knocked down the umbrella stand.

Giles got it just on time.

"Sorry," Joyce told him. "I'm just so nervous…"

"I know."

"How did you find out?"

"Some of Angel's associates," Giles replied.

He saw a car pull up and the familiar figure of Cordelia and a man he had to assume was Doyle.

"Buffy!"

The familiar voice penetrated the atmosphere dispelling every mood for sex and debauchery. The pair on the bed stilled and Buffy hid her face in Angel's chest to hide her embarrassment. Her sheets were covering them modestly but she really wished the earth would swallow her. Angel was tensed as well and he nervously caressed her back under the covers.

"Giles? Mom?" she uttered.

Giles was furious. The blood had rushed to his face and he was a step away from bursting a blood vessel.

Joyce was angry. Her eyes were glaring at the man who had touched her little girl, again. As it was she could only hope she was not too late to salvage the situation.

"Angel?" Joyce demanded.

The vampire tensed further.

"Mom, we have a slight case of nudity here," Buffy stressed.

"Five minutes." Her mother glared at her and left the room with Giles right behind her.

Once the pair was left alone Buffy tried to pull away from Angel.

Again he did not let her, but he allowed her some space to pull back.

"My Watcher caught us in bed!" Buffy was now glaring at her lover.

"And your mother," he reminded her.

She burrowed her head into his chest. "We are doomed," she whispered.

"Actually, I am." She looked up. "Your mother knows about my little sunny problem, she could easily open the curtains," he told Buffy.

"Why-Are you afraid of my mother?" He shifted uncomfortably and she laughed. "The great Angelus scared of a Slayer's mother!"

"You don't have axes lying around do you? Cause Spike said she's awfully handy with them."

He was sounding so serious that she began laughing again.

"It's not funny!"

"You poor vampy," Buffy mocked.

He pouted and she pounced on him.


Xander's Basement:

The trio had formulated a plan, much to Xander's horrified fascination.

"You scare me," he told both Anya and Spike.

"Demons," the duo reminded him.

"What about Willow's opinion?" Xander tried.

"We are doing it for the little witch," Spike told him.

"Could have fooled me," Xander muttered.

"Ignore him," Anya told Spike, "The plan is amazing!"

"We'd better get started then." Spike rubbed his hands together.

Xander swallowed and tried once again. "Are chains a necessity?"

"Yes!"


Summer's Residence:

Angel came down the stairs, Buffy hiding behind him.

They immediately went to the kitchen, were her mother and Watcher waited.

The vampire did not think it was a good idea; too many knives were lurking in that room.

Buffy just hoped they had had a drink to cool off. Or ten.

Once the lovers entered the room they felt a chill.

'It was warmer in Moscow during winter,' Angel thought absently.

Joyce Summers immediately rushed to her daughter and pulled her with her and away from Angel.

"Are you okay?"

"What are you doing here mom?" Buffy asked.

"What's Angel doing here?" Joyce demanded.

"I decided I could offer her what she needed most," Angel told Joyce in the same tone.

The rest felt that they had missed something, but Buffy quickly realized what that was. She looked at her mother indignantly.

"You told him to leave?" she demanded.

"A lot of good that did," Joyce muttered.

"Are you evil?" Giles demanded.

Angel had waited for that particular question. "No," he replied automatically.

"I'm vouching for him," Buffy said when Giles was in disbelief.

"It doesn't matter. What I want is this…man, out of my house and far away from my little girl," Joyce held her ground.

"I'm not leaving her again," Angel told her.

"I'm her mother and I forbid it!"

"She's my mate!" Angel's voice rose.

"Not if I pull the curtains open."

"Mom!"

A breathless Cordelia and Doyle came running. They paused abruptly in front of Angel.

"Is he evil?" Cordelia asked.

Her boss rolled his eyes. "No, I'm not."

"What if he gives you something?" Joyce blurted out.

"Huh?" was the most intelligent answer Buffy could give her.

The rest were looking equally lost.

"He is centuries older and sexually hyperactive. What if he gives you any STDs?" Joyce asked her.

The rest were a bit mortified.

"Mom, I really don't think we should discuss this here."

"I'm perfectly healthy," said Angel. He was sounding offended.

"You are dead." Joyce told him.

"But healthy," Doyle added.

Joyce glared at him.

"I have no sexual diseases!" Angel insisted.

"How are you sure?" Joyce countered. She turned to her daughter. "Did you use protection?"

"Mother!"

"Joyce, this is real-" Giles started but the woman was on a roll.

She started berating her daughter of the importance of a condom while the vampire tried to cut in.

Then a thought struck Giles. "Did you-?" He stopped, unwilling to articulate it.

"I think he's having a stroke," Cordelia commented.

"No, he just thought of something," Buffy told her.

"See? I've been away too long," the brunette told Doyle.

Giles took off his glasses and started polishing.

"Oh, oh," Buffy muttered, burying her head in Angel's chest.

"Is there any chance for Buffy to be turned?" the Watcher pinned his gaze on Angel.

"I did not drink his blood," Buffy told Giles.

"I would never offer it," Angel added.

Doyle saw the watcher squirm and seemed to get the general idea of where the discussion was turning. He also racked his brain to think of the ways a person could be turned but knew only one. Then there was that rumor…

"We need to go," Doyle said shakily.

"Huh? Why?" Cordelia demanded.

"I need a drink," Doyle told her, ignoring the others.

"It's too early," Cordelia reprimanded.

"If I tell you you'll buy me the two first rounds," Doyle told her.

She seemed a bit disturbed but then remembered how they got to this situation in the first place.

"We'll wait in the car," she decided.


Somewhere:

Xander coughed hard, making Spike snort at his reaction.

"What? I can barely see for all this smoke," Xander snapped.

"I told you not to nag," Anya reminded him. "Or I'll really sleep with Willow."

Xander swallowed and nodded.

"I see the band," Spike announced.

"I see Oz," Xander added.

"Good. Who is he?" Anya asked, having seen little of the werewolf while in the group.

"The one with the red hair," Xander pointed.

Anya determinedly made her way to the stoic man.

"Are you Oz?" she asked. "The one who cheated on Willow, who is Buffy's friend, then broke up with the witch and left without a word, thus breaking her vulnerable heart into millions of pieces, like a male pig, making her mope around for days, causing havoc and then earning my job from my former boss?"

Spike and Xander stood and watched the former demoness rant. Many turned to look.

On his part Oz blinked. "I think you are talking about my Willow."

"Of course I am! I sleep with Xander. You must remember him. He is the one with the syphilis," Anya told him with a smile. "Although he has it no longer, which is not such a bad thing. Now we can have sex whenever we want. But not the ice cream van because it has very little privacy and I think ten- year-olds' are a bit voyeuristic. Where's the world going?"

"Okay," Oz told her, unsure how to respond.

Xander groaned. "She didn't just say that in front of so many people."

"She did," Spike said with a smirk.

"So, you're Anya," Oz told.

"Yes. Spike and Xander are over there."

Oz turned and nodded. "And the reason you are here is…"

"We want you to go back to Willow so she can stop moping and causing chaos since her balance is off. Last time she got Giles blind and Spike was marrying Buffy and Xander was a demon magnet. So, either you come willingly or we take you with us by force. We even brought chains, which of course you can keep after your reconciliation with her."

Oz actually blushed at that.

"So, what's your answer?" Anya demanded.


Summer's Residence:

"He killed my daughter?" Joyce demanded.

"I'm still human," Buffy protested. "How could I be turned?"

Giles flushed. "I…Um…That is to say…" He coughed in discomfort. "Well, um…Bodily f-fluids."

Buffy turned bright red and Angel actually groaned.

Joyce looked at a loss.

"Myth," Angel managed to say.

"Can we not have this discussion again?" Buffy asked.

"Fine by me," Angel and Giles muttered at the same time.

"Not by me though," Joyce cut in. "Buffy, this will ruin your life. You are still young. He's…"

"Two hundred and forty years older than me?" Buffy finished for her.

Joyce's eyes widened. She turned to Giles. "You said a century!"

"What's one and a half more?" Buffy said with a shrug.

There was a little noise as the kitchen door opened and Willow came in.

She took one look at the scene and blinked. "Oh, good morning everyone."

There was a "Morning Wills" from Buffy and a simple "Willow" from the rest.

"Everything alright?" she asked eyeing Angel.

Buffy smiled and nodded.

"Why are you here?" Giles asked her.

"Xander called and told me to come," the Wicca in training replied.

"What about our problem?" Joyce cut in.

"Joyce, I love your daughter and I will not go away. Never again. I will make her happy," Angel told her.

"I love him too, mom," Buffy said, making puppy eyes at her mother.

Just like that Giles knew the argument was not won by Joyce.

"Hurt her and I'm buying an axe," Joyce told Angel.

He nodded before being kissed by an excited Buffy.

"And we should look into the reason you have your soul," Giles added. "Though a bit later."

The happy pair agreed with a nod.

"Willow!" Xander barged in from where the red head had entered. "Hey, everyone!"

"Xander, what was the rush?" Willow asked.

Spike came running, a smoking blanket covering him. Once inside he slumped into a chair.

"Never again," he muttered.

"Where were you?" Buffy asked. She tried to ignore the hand tightening around her waist.

"Anya and peroxide here had a plan," Xander told her.

"About what?" Willow asked.

"You," said Oz.

He and Anya entered the kitchen.

"At least only my mother and Giles were part of the wakeup call," Buffy whispered so that only Angel could hear her, not Oz or Spike.

Her lover nodded in agreement.

"Oz," Willow gasped. "Wha-?"

"Anya. She knocked some sense into me," he told her.

"Add black mailed and embarrassed," Spike said with a smirk.

Xander flushed.

Oz stepped closer to Willow. "We have to talk, don't we?"

She nodded. Then she turned to Anya, her new…friend?

"Thank you."

"No problem. I did it 'cause last night we had so much fun. And if you ever want to participate in a threesome, give me a call. Just don't tell Xander."

"An!" her boyfriend exclaimed.

"Last night?" Giles asked.

He and Joyce looked red in embarrassment.

"Anya kissed Willow!" Spike offered.

"I did not want to relive that," Xander protested.

"Go Willow," Buffy said.

"Okay," Oz muttered.

"I'll explain later," Willow promised him.

He nodded and smiled softly only for her.

"Do you smell that?" the werewolf asked suddenly.

"What?" Xander wondered. "I don't smell anything."

"Angel had sex with the Slayer," Spike informed Oz. "The house reeks of it."

"WHAT!" Xander exclaimed.

"Go Buffy!" Anya said excitedly. 'Details later,' she mouthed.

Buffy and Angel flushed. But the slayer only caught the silent message and nodded anyway. Anya beamed.

"Is this a good thing?" Oz asked no one in particular.

"NO!" Xander yelled. "What's the matter with you people? Will you invite angelus for morning tea too?"

"He's not Angelus," Giles calmly replied.

"Yes he is! Buffy plus Angel plus sex means Angelus, aka apocalypse," Xander shouted. He pointed at Angel. "He's evil."

Spike rolled his eyes while Buffy groaned.

However, the dark haired vampire was affronted.

"I'm not evil!" Angel exclaimed. "This is the third time today." He turned to Buffy. "Do I look evil? Is there a sign I should put on my forehead? Just because one time I turned into an insane and possessive mass murdering vampire with a bloodlust does not mean that I'm evil. Now."

There was an awkward silence after his outburst.

"Stoic guy has a point," Oz observed.

Giles shook his head. "All this has given me a headache."

"I heard my favorite word," an Irish lilted voice said from the door.

Doyle and Cordelia had returned.

"Somebody got lucky," Spike leered.

They ignored him.

"I have just the remedy," Doyle told the Watcher. He handed him his own bottle of Irish malt.

"You're a life saver," Giles told him.

"You know," Ani observed. "Now that we are all here we could all do something together?"

"I'm in, pet." Spike smirked. "But I don't know how many would fancy an orgy."

"Spike!" was shouted in outrage by many different people.

"Sheesh! Can't you take a joke?" Spike muttered sulkily.

"Well, it is sunny," Angel whispered in Buffy's ear.

"Wanna go upstairs?" the Slayer asked.

He nodded and she smiled.

When they left all saw them but no one said anything.

"I'll buy you coffee," Giles told Joyce.

"Bring that bottle with you," she told him.

"The dorms are free," Willow said to Oz.

He smiled gently at her.

"I know a place to shop," Cordelia told Doyle and turned on her heel.

"Oi! Wait up!" the half-demon called out as he run after her.

"Now it's just us three," Anya said with a smile.

"Spike won't mind if we leave," Xander said quickly as the first noises started coming from upstairs.

"He does," Spike said.

"You can come with us," Anya told the demon.

"No he can't."

"Xander, you have to learn to share," his girlfriend told him.

"Not with him!"

"Please?" Anya asked.

"No!" Xander glared.

"We could play a game to determine the outcome," Spike suggested.

"Like what?" Xander asked.

"Poker?" Spike suggested.

"No."

"Just for the game then?" the vampire suggested.

"Or money," Xander said.

"Sure, I need to buy cigarettes," Spike told him.

The young man snorted. "My place then," Xander offered.

"Will you take your top clothes off?" the female former demon asked.

"Anya!"


…The End…