Whipped Cream Prompt - 14

Saturday Night: Somewhere in L.A.

Angel paced in his room. The events of the previous evening left him hesitant to leave. His mind refused to leave the subject of Buffy; his perfect angel. Internally he raged at the unfairness of it all. Why was it not possible to remove the loophole? If the curse couldn't be broken, then he and Buffy could be together.

Excitement raced through him at the concept of losing the clause and an idea formed. Rushing over to the telephone, Angel dialed reception and asked Tam if the hotel had a fax. When he received the number of the machine, the brunette immediately called Willow and asked her to fax him a copy of the curse.

With impatience born of direction, Angel waited for the fax to arrive. When it did, he raced from the hotel and into the night. He had a plan, now he just needed to beat up the right demon to get the information he wanted.

~*~*~

Saturday Night: In Sunnydale

As Buffy drifted in that in-between place where sleep is still a step away, but awake has already left for the night, she relived the sinfully delightful evening with her vampire. That's right! Hers. Not Dru's, Buffy's. She smiled sleepily as she relived the gentle kiss goodnight he'd gifted her with before he left her with a wish of pleasant dreams.

As sleep finally overtook her, she moved into the realm where Spike's wish for her had the possibility of coming true.

~*~*~

Buffy gazed at the huge mirror in front of her and studied her appearance. The billowing full skirt of the wedding dress looked like soft fluffy clouds that seemed to thin out and hug tightly to her chest.

She watched, completely unperturbed as she separated into two distinct beings; the other 'her' she recognised instinctively as her slayer side, but unlike her wedding dress, the white cloudy material covered the Slayer in the style of a short, form fitting tunic.

Turning back to the mirror, she watched as the images of herself and her twin morphed into two Spikes and then the mirror disappeared, leaving behind the pair of newly arrived vampires. She noticed that their clothes matched their normal attire in style but the colour had been changed to the same soft whiteness of the two females.

Spike's eyes sparkled with amusement as he took in his surroundings. A slight frown marred his featured as he realised the being next to him was his William side - this could be a problem, he thought with trepidation.

Before Spike could comment on the possibilities of two Buffys, a dark haired male that he didn't recognize materialized beside his slayer.

"Hey, Spike. I'm Jesse, Buffy's link with the Powers That Be," he introduced himself.

Spike and William stepped closer to Buffy and the Slayer. Spike reached out his hand to the soft whiteness of the waist of Buffy's wedding dress, and then withdrew his hand again, taking with it a dollop of the white cloudy substance perched precariously on his left index finger. He slowly lifted the finger to his mouth, savouring the sweet taste of whipped cream before letting his heated gaze connect with her surprised one. "Delicious," he murmured.

The five beings stepped closer and Buffy's wedding dress seemed to swirl around them all before changing into a Jacuzzi filled with bubbling warm whipped cream.

Buffy scrunched down lower in the tub and blushed deeply when she realised that she was now naked.

"Okay, let's get down to business," Jesse started with a grin. "Buffy, as you know, there are two distinct sides that together make up the girl the world sees. There's you," he said as he pointed to her. "And there's the Slayer," he continued, pointing to the other blonde. "Spike is the same."

Pointing first to the Spike beside Buffy, he introduced, "His demon side." Then pointing to the second Spike he continued, "His William side; this is the side of him that has retained all of his humanity."

"Oy! Sitting right here, git," Spike snapped unhappily. He wasn't at all sure that he was ready for Buffy to know about his poncy William side.

"Please! If we waited for you to introduce him, we'd be here for eternity. What a waste of a good Jacuzzi," Jesse snarked in good humour.

Spike groaned in disgust as William blushed shyly. 'Bloody git is gonna leave me with no reputation left,' Spike thought dejectedly.

"Okay, here's the skinny. William, Buffy has your soul in safe keeping with her own. Spike, if you choose to have it back, you get it free and clear - no guilt for past actions. The reason you're being told this now is because the soul will automatically return if you decide to mate. Now, if you mate, Spike will basically have made the decision to accept his soul, if you'd mated before you knew about the soul, Spike wouldn't have made the all important decision and he would have had to face the guilt. Now that you know...well, the rest is up to you guys; enjoy," he suggested with a wink as he faded away.

As Buffy watched Jesse fade she heard his voice whisper in her ear.

"Two words - edible undies!"

Buffy blushed a deep magenta.

The Slayer glanced over at her shyer side then over at William before facing Spike with a sultry come-hither smirk. "Hey blondie, wanna show the kiddies how it's done?"

Spike's leer and response of 'Oh, hell, yeah' as he pounced was accompanied by Buffy's 'eep' and William's 'Good Lord!'

~*~*~

Angel couldn't believe it. The answer to the loophole in his curse was so simple! He bounced happily along as he fanaticized about the array of possibilities of Buffy's reaction to his news. The fact that he knew the Muses and that he knew without doubt that they would do this for him lessened his anxiety. He would have to cool his heals about visiting them until after his car was fixed, but that just meant a delay of one day. By Tuesday night, he would be back with his beautiful girl and probably planning their future together.

Quietly letting himself back into his room, Angel forced himself to think about the new man in Buffy's life. The poor guy. The large brunette vampire made a silent promise to show the guy the right amount of sympathetic understanding. It wouldn't do to spoil Buffy's mood by appearing smug. His sweet innocent little girl had a heart as big as the ocean and she wouldn't want to let the loser feel too much pain.

Joyce, Giles, and the scoobies would come around as soon as they realised the lengths he'd gone to, to get the soul anchored for Buffy. He had no doubts that the Muses would expect a physical recompense, but he'd just have to suffer through it for Buffy. He knew his precious Buffy would forgive him for basically cheating on her as soon as he assured her that he'd only done it for her. He was certainly not stupid enough to mention how enjoyable the three lovelies could make that sort of payment. There was no way that his Buffy would understand that at all; she was such a possessive little thing.

Making the decision to ring the Watcher in the morning to explain his absence for an extra day, Angel moved purposely towards the shower. Demon guts were a bitch to get out of his hair.

~*~*~

Buffy sat up with a gasp, the echo of her orgasm still rippling through her body. 'Oh! Wow! Holy Crap! Who knew a slayer could be that flexible!'

A mental instant replay in slow motion of the dream had her blushing as she reached for her dream diary. There was no way in HELL she was showing Giles this one!

She cursed the need to write down her slayer dreams as the remembered images were getting her all worked up again. She wasn't totally surprised that her inner slayer seemed to be a kinky little miss, but she was definitely a little more that shocked to discover that apparently Miss Grunge B.C. wasn't alone in her kinkfest, 'cause that thing Spike did with his finger was something that Buffy, the girl, was more than willing to try.

So lost in her lusty thoughts, Buffy failed to notice the tinglies that indicated a vampire was heading in her direction at the speed of a Bullet Train. It took a tornado of black flying through her window to bring her back from the land she was happily visiting.

Intense blue, almost black, eyes pinned her in place. "Tell me I was NOT alone in that dream, Slayer," he demanded huskily.

Buffy's eyes widened comically as her cheeks shone a rosy hue.

The small blonde's reaction was enough to tell Spike that he wasn't alone in the dream, now he just had to get her to fill in the rest of the blanks, but he had something far more important he needed to do first.

With slow deliberate steps, he stalked to her side and reached for her, pulling her unresisting body close. He wrapped one arm around her torso and the back of her head in his free hand. The charged atmosphere of the room seemed to force him to move in slow motion, and an eternity of anticipation built up as his head slowly lowered.

With passionate hunger, he finally claimed her lips with his. The combination of the dream and his lips brought on the orgasm that she'd been sitting on the brink of and he held her as her body shuddered in completion.

He kissed her forehead tenderly before leaning back a little to look into her eyes. "Wanna tell me what's going on, kitten?" he asked with gentle persuasion.