The Shower – Drookit Duck
AN- Hello, all. This little scene suddenly sprung on me and became more and more 'romantic' as I went along, and having just sat through 3 consecutive 'spuffy' fan-music-videos the two main characters became Spike and Buffy. Please enjoy and for all you Spike-lovers out there, if you're anything like me, please enjoy the image ;)
Please R+R enjoy!
If I owned Spike I probably wouldn't be writing this. I can't lay calim to any of these characters; I'm just a huge fan of the show and most of the actors involved :)
Hani xXx
She had walked in on him taking a shower. The room was all steamy and he was all naked and soapy… She'd just stopped and stared; slightly embarrassed.
He didn't seem embarrassed at all; one soap-sudded, black finger nailed hand appeared from behind the curtain, beckoning for her to join him. Buffy gulped, frozen to the spot, all she could do was stare as the hand disappeared back into the shower. The noise of the water pounding down onto his cold, muscular body was enough to rush her pulse. The hand reappeared from behind the frosted curtain. She remained staring for a moment longer, the sound of blood rushing in her ears or had the noise of the water of the shower just gotten louder?; sexual tension ran riot. The sensual pull of his nakedness was driving her mad. She stepped forward; her hand unconsciously undressing herself. Her black top slipped to the floor followed by her underwear. She stepped behind the curtain, close enough to him that she could feel his body. The water gave his skin the illusion of warmth. The Slayer ran one hand over his smooth torso; the muscles under the pale skin tensed at her touch. She looked into his blue eyes- wide and beautiful and yet, there was no innocence there. He slipped an arm around her, working his hands steadily down her back towards her buttocks. Buffy let out breath, and his hands stopped. He looked at her with blue eyes, asking permission without words. She nodded, her lips parted slightly. He leant in, kissing her lips tenderly. She kissed him back, and it became less tender and more passionate until the kiss itself was almost painful. His unwatched hands had found her breasts and hers had discovered his ass. The soap from his stomach made suds against her and she suddenly found her arms were now wrapped around his neck, kneading the muscles of his shoulders. The water had made a pool in a hollow in his shoulder where the bones stood out. Both had stopped kissing and were now just close, touching, feeling the power between them. Buffy ran her tongue along his shoulder, lapping up the water like a cat with rich cream. Spike laughed and kissed her neck, nipping her slightly with his teeth. She jumped and blinked, looking around as if for the first time. The water had turned a deep blood-red; there was blood everywhere. She stepped back as if just remembering where she was. She looked up at Spike; naked and soaked in blood and panting with sexual effort. She looked up into his face; it was his vampire face, yellow eyes…fangs…Vampiric power poured off of him like smoke. She dealt him a painful slap to the face and left, collecting her clothes on the way. Spike looked around, he was alone, naked, in the shower, soaked in soapy water. He looked for what could possibly have upset her; there was nothing there, the daft bint had freaked herself and ran. He stepped out of the shower, one hand to his bruising cheek. Turning off the water, he looked down,
"Bollocks"
Buffy had accidentally lifted his jeans on her way.
