Willow awakened in gradual stages. Slowly she became aware of warmth, softness, tingling, heat, wetness. Blinking open her eyes she found herself on her back, sunk deeply into the soft down mattress, the duvet pushed down to her knees. A blond head rested on her shoulder, two amazingly soft, cool lips fastened around one of her nipples as a hand massaged the other. She gasped as her legs were parted and strong fingers pushed into her body. Lifting her head off the pillows she wriggled her hips to meet the pumping fingers, and smiled dazedly into Angel's eyes.
"Happy New Year, Willow," he said, his voice husky with desire. He knelt between her legs and she could see just how much he wanted her.
The other head popped up and she turned her attention to those vibrant blue eyes.
"You passed out on us two hours ago, luv," Spike crooned before moving up to devour her lips with his.
"And what did you do to fill that time?" she asked when she broke the kiss, her hand cupping one of his cheeks, his fingers twisting into her hair.
"We took a walk in the snow to try to cool off."
"Which didn't work," Angel chimed in, lowering his head to nip her stomach and make her squeal. "I fucked him in a snowbank. He squealed just like you do."
Spike snorted in denial and returned to kissing Willow, pressing his lips and tongue against her sensitive neck and earlobe.
"Sorry, guys," Willow panted softly, squirming more as Angel increased the pace, his thumb brushing over her clit. Reaching down, she wrapped one hand around Spike's erection and began to pump him in time, making him groan and pinch her nipple. "You wore me out."
"Got your second wind now," Spike replied slyly, moving over her and straddling her shoulders, facing Angel. "That's it, Red," he crooned as she wrapped both hands around his cock and drew the tip into her mouth.
As Willow began to bob her head up and down, Spike leaned forward and dragged Angel into a heated kiss even as his hand guided his sire's cock into their lover's body. With a groan, Angel sank inside her and began to thrust, his arms around Spike as they kissed.
The bed began to rock and the room filled with the sounds of pleasure. Spike came first, spilling over Willow's lips and chin. Panting needlessly, he moved off her and knelt, one hand running down Angel's back, the other moving between their connected bodies to rub Willow's clit. She came next, with a great shudder and cry, her back arching off the bed, her fingers digging into the bedding.
Lowering himself over her, Angel thrust quickly, kissing her hungrily as Spike squeezed his ass, until the tremors inside her drove him over the edge and he orgasmed with a loud grunt of pleasure.
As the three collapsed in a tangled heap on the bed, Willow sighed happily and stroked each of her lover's cool hard bodies wherever she could reach them.
All three led very busy lives that took them all around the world but when they'd hooked up that lonely New Year's four years before they'd vowed to always return to this mountain lodge in Switzerland on that anniversary and rekindle their relationship. There were other times throughout the year that they'd run into each other, but this was the only planned occasion.
And they had a whole week to catch up and wear each other out.
End