Buffy awoke to find arms resting against her body. She wasn't scared or even curious to who they belonged to. She knew. Spike. A smile rose across her face. She looked at the clock. It was only nine. She stretched, trying not to jostle him. "What is it, pet?" he whispered. His voice was thick with sleep.
"Mmm. Nothing," she said, turning onto her other side to face him. "Nothing bad. You stayed." Her voice had a touch of surprise to it.
"Told you I would," he said, eyes smiling. He tried to stifle a chuckle as he gazed at her.
"Oh god, I have bed head, don't I?" she said, smile fading into a grimace.
"You look beautiful, pet," Spike said, trying to calm her. He watched as she hurried into the bathroom.
She looked into the mirror and was horrified by what she saw. Not only did she have massive bedhead from the hair spray Dawn forced her to use, but she also had raccoon eyes from the immense makeup she had decided to wear on the previous night. "Oh, god!" I should've showered last night. I never should have let him let me look like this! AH! her head screamed.
She quickly washed her face, scrubbing the makeup off. After many frantic times of attempting to brush her hair, she gave up. She settled for pulling it back into a bun.
"There's no need for that, luv," Spike said, suddenly appearing in the doorway.
"Why not?" she said, turning to him.
"Well, I had a thought." He approached her slowly, back to the predator phase.
"Really?" she said, remembering this look as one he had used so many times before. She smiled coyly.
"Yeah. Thought that maybe since I need a shower. And you need a shower. Maybe, we could…"
"Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" The coy smile replaced by more come-hither one.
"Conserve water." He walked to her, embracing her. Spike brought his head down slowly as she tipped up to meet him. He pressed her against the sink, the slowness working its way into the situation. Buffy wasn't scared about what was going to happen. She had tried to go further the previous night, but he stopped her. She was confident he would stop her once again.
She reached around, pulling at his shirt. "Anxious?" he asked cockily.
"Very," she responded, tugging it over his head.
"Don't be." He gently pulled her hair out of the bun, letting it bounce as it hit her shoulders and down her back. He backed away, staring into her bright, burning eyes. "Absolutely gorgeous."
The burning moved to the surface of her skin, showing viciously. He easily peeled the thin fabric off her, noticing every little aspect of her body. His fingers trickled down her spine, dragging the shorts down from her hips.
She fumbled with his pants. Her hands were shaking as she tried to get his clothes off. "Calm down, luv," he said as he kissed her lightly. "Nothing's going to happen that we don't want." She smiled, unable to find words. He walked to the shower, turning the knobs to get it to the right temperature. Buffy couldn't help but stare at the man in front of her. She never had trouble remembering him, but this was different. He was actually here, with her.
Spike turned and looked at the woman in front of him. Buffy's eyes widened as she noticed he was watching her, looking at her as if she were the most precious thing in the world. Her whole body heated with nervousness and bashfulness. "Your skin looks lovely pink." Spike drew her to him, helping her into the shower. She gasped as the water hit her. "Why're you so quiet, pet?" he asked as he stepped in with her, closing the shower door behind him.
"Hard to think," she managed to say. "So much. So soon. So happy."
"I could always leave," he teased.
"You promised," she whined.
"And I always keep my promises to my lady." He watched as she leaned into the water, letting it flow from her head to her toes, leaving water marks down her body. "Stunning," he mumbled, eyeing her once again.
"You can say that again," as she did the same. She knew she wanted him, but she didn't want to rush so much. He pushed against her, letting the water run down him as he kissed her. "And you say I'm gorgeous," she said as he pulled away to breathe.
"I said I don't want to rush things," he began, "but seeing you like this makes it more difficult."
"I know what you mean," she panted.
"Just let me bathe you. You'll enjoy it. I promise," he said sincerely.
"Bathe me?" Buffy asked, taken aback by the unusual request. "Umm, okay."
He grabbed the loofa that hung on the rack full of her soaps and shampoos. He peered at the three different body washes and decided the vanilla scented one would be best. He squirted a generous amount on the loofa and lathered it. "Turn around," he purred. They maneuvered so he was more so under the water. He began rubbing the coarse material against her skin, massaging as he went.
"Mmmm," was all she could say. He kneeled, so he could wash her legs and feet. He ran his hands slowly over her, leaving tingles in their wake. He wrapped a hand around her ankle, signaling her to lift her foot. She complied, giggling as he swiped over her foot. "That tickles."
He chuckled. "Turn around." She obeyed, carefully making sure not to fall with her soapy feet.
Spike was quickly face to face with her neatly trimmed mound. He cleared his throat, and began scrubbing her body again. He avoided that area though, not wanting to do what was so heavy on his mind. He stood again, washing her taut stomach. He easily washed over her breasts, trying not to notice the firm peaks they had made. He washed down her arms, carefully over her hands. He tried not to jump when she suddenly had her hands around his wrists. He was against the wall of the shower. Her Slayer strength kept him from going anywhere.