Out of Control
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"Angel, stop!" Willow giggled, trying to push his hands away from her sides.She was lying on his bed.
He was straddling her legs, tickling her mercilessly. "Say you are sorry!"he said playfully.
"Sorry!" she squealed. "Meant for Delia! Not you, oh goddess, please stoptickling me!" She squirmed.
"Sorry, Red, not good enough!" he cried, tickling her harder.
"No, Angel, gonna. . .I'm gonna pee in my pants!"
"And?" he questioned.
"She'll stain your bed," Spike smirked from the door.
Angel blinked, turning his head to his childe. "I don't want her doingthat."
"Then let me up!" Willow shrieked, sitting up. She pushed at his chest hardenough for him to fall back on her feet. She pulled her feet out from underhim and rushed into the bathroom.
Cordelia smiled. "Come on, Angel, we are going to finish rolling that jointand get Willow stoned."
Angel smiled. "Good. I want to see what she's like."
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"How disappointing. She's not laughing or giggling or anything. Pot just made her think more," Spike muttered to Cordelia.
Cordelia glanced at her friend. Willow was sitting in Angel's chair, fingers steepled under her chin, eyes closed. She had been that way for half an hour, only opening her eyes to take her turn with the joint. No amount of playfulness directed her way had pulled her out of her philosophical mood.
< I can be bad. Oh, yes, > Willow thought, < I can be so very bad. > Sheopened green eyes and turned to look at the three on the couch watching her."What?" she asked softly.
"Nothing," Angel said, shaking his head. "Are you having a good time?"
"Thinking."
"What about, luv?"
"Stuff," Willow replied smoothly.
"What kind of stuff?" Cordelia asked.
Willow shrugged. She stood up with a ghost of a grin. "Angel, can I wear one of your shirts? These clothes are getting uncomfortable."
Angel shrugged. "Sure." He turned back to Cordelia, running his tongue along her neck. "Cordy, play with me," he whined.
"Fine, I *suppose*," she said with a giggle. She turned her body more to him, slipping her hands under his shirt.
Spike rolled his eyes. "Surprised you two haven't shagged yet."
"Gimmie time," Angel said into Cordelia's neck. "Wanna work up to it. Wanna hear her beg."
Cordelia giggled. "I am Cordelia Chase! I don't beg!"
He looked at her with amused eyes. "You will, Precious. Trust me." With a grin, he latched his lips back to her neck. Cordelia moaned softly, her body on fire with his teasing touches.
Spike sat back, growling softly. His plan of seducing Willow didn't work, and it angered him. "Bugger," he muttered under his breath.
Willow came back out of Angel's room with her hands behind her back. She went to her chair and glanced at Spike. His blue eyes rose to meet her playful green ones. "Well?"
Spike smirked. "Shirt's a little big, pet."
Willow glanced down. It stopped right above her knees. She grinned playfully. "Yea, I know. I like that. That's why I wanted one of his and not yours. Yours wouldn't have been big enough for. . ." She giggled.
"For what, pet?" Spike asked, leaning forward.
"For the fact that I'm not wearing anything underneath it."
Angel pulled away from Cordelia's neck, eyebrow high on his forehead."Anything?"
"No knickers?" Spike asked, his manhood hardening at the fact that a silkshirt was the only thing that was separating him from seeing her naked.
"No knickers!" she giggled, sitting down in the chair. She pulled her legsunder body, shifting around till she was comfortable. "Angel, I foundsomething interesting in the back of your closet."
Angel's eyes widened slightly, then he pushed the fear back down. There wasno way *Willow* would go through the box marked, 'Angelus. Don't touch.'"And what would that be, Red?"
Willow pulled the riding crop up, running the leather edge against her lips.The leather was old and the crop was well used. Spike's eyes widened,recognizing the crop from his days of running with Angelus. "You kept it?"he asked softly. It was his favorite instrument of torture his Sire used onhim in those days.
"Of course," Angel replied darkly, running his fingers through Cordelia'shair. "It was all I had left to remind me of you. I haven't used it sinceyou."
Willow cleared her throat, making the three look back at her. "So this wasprimarily your toy, Spikey? I wondered why it called to me." She closed her eyes and ran the edge against her jaw line, sighing contently. She pulled it away from her face and slapped it into her hand with a grin. "Somebody's going to be punished for not believing that I could be bad," she purred, her eyes dead set on Spike.
Spike shifted, his cock at full attentiveness. "Really? You are going to use that on me? Who's to say that I'll stay still enough for you to do it?" He was eager to feel the riding crop again, but didn't want to let Willow know that.
Willow smirked. "Angel, I'm sure you have some chains or something? Can you strap him down?"
A grin covered Angel's face. < I haven't felt this good in *so* long. . . >"I'm sure I can hold him down long enough so Delia can tie him down." Heglanced at Cordelia. "Do you mind?"
"Oh!" Cordelia cried gleefully. "Will we get to see Blondie naked?"
Angel looked at Cordelia sharply. "Why do you want to see Spike naked?"
"Because Willow and I have this bet going," Cordelia giggled.
Willow glanced over at Cordelia, slapping the riding crop on her thigh. "Cordelia," she said dangerously. "If you tell them, then you'll end upgetting tied up next to Spike."
Cordelia's eyes widened, looking up at Willow. There was no familier blush on her cheeks, no shy nervousness she'd grown to adore from the redhead. "Oh, my god, you are serious," Cordelia whispered, seeing the playfulness in Willow's eyes.
"Yes, my dear, I am." She walked around the table and sat on the edge. Shereached out with the crop and ran it softly along Cordelia's cheek. "You might enjoy it though. . .I'm sure Angel would be so delicate with your unmarred ivory skin. . ."
Angel groaned appreciatively at thoughts of having Cordelia tied down, teaching her the pleasures a little pain can bring.
Cordelia closed her eyes, enjoying the gentle touch of the leather. "Um. ..so if I tell them the bet, then I have to be tied down?"
"Yes," Willow purred.
Angel leaned forward, whispering seductively in Cordelia's ear. "I think you should tell them the bet," he purred, brushing his fingers across her nipples.
Cordelia gasped, her eyes flying open. "It was a bet to see who was betterlooking naked, you or Spike."
Spike laughed out loud. "That'd be me, chit, hands down."
Angel turned to Spike with a grin. "That's what you think, boy." He stood up, grabbing Spike's arm roughly. "Come on, my bed's big enough to tie the both of you down on."
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