I own nothing, Joss Whedon owns Buffy and Spike, and very possibly my soul.
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Spike crept closer to the bathroom door, wondering just what his girlfriend was doing in there. He could faintly hear a buzzing sound, and he swore that was a vibrator she had in there. She's been in there for bloody ages, He thought to himself, What is she doing?
All he could hear, even with his vampire senses, was the buzzing, Buffy's heartbeat, and her breathing.
"Slayer?" He called, knocking on the locked door.
The buzzing stopped. "What?" She called through the door.
"What are you doing in there?"
"Nothing."
Spike frowned, then walked back towards the kitchen to get a mug of blood.
By the time he passed the bathroom door again, on his way to the bedroom, the buzzing noise had started up again.
He was getting extremely curious.
Just what does she think she's bloody doing without me? He wondered. Could his Slayer really be in there getting herself off while he stood out of sight? She knew he'd be able to hear her.
"Buffy, luv, d'you need a hand?"
"No, Spike, I can do this by myself." She giggled.
"Are you sure, luv?"
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure." He could hear the smile in her voice. What had he done to deserve this torture from her?
"It'll be so much better if I do it for you." He said softly.
"Huh? Spike, what are you talking about?"
"You…and your little friend."
"Little friend who?"
"The vibrator you've locked yourself in there with, luv."
"Vibrator?! What vibe—" He could hear the giggle bubbling up out of her throat.
"What's so funny?"
"You – You thought I was in here with a vibrator…" He heard the door unlocking, it opened and Buffy peeked out. "New. Electric. Tothbrush." She waved her new 'toy' in his face, with a giggle.
"Oh…well, you better get…minty fresh."
"It's okay, I'm done now. Wanna go back to bed?" She smiled innocently.
~The End~