"How was coffee?" Xander asked sleepily from the bed when Willow returned.
"It was good. We talked about our bands." Willow smiled as she came over to the bed and kissed him. "Speaking of which if we don't get downstairs Spike and Buffy are going to be mad at us."
"Like the honeymooners have never slept in and missed a rehearsal." Xander retorted as he brought Willow down to the bed with another kiss.
"I haven't" Willow insisted breaking the kiss, "and I'm not going to let you either."
"But I just want to stay here and ravage my sexy girlfriend." Xander pouted.
"Well if you're a good boy and come to practice I'll be so happy that you can ravage me later." Willow promised. Xander looked thoughtful, but unconvinced. "I'll wear the red halter that you like so much."
"Practice is downstairs you say," Xander said jumping out of bed and finding clothes that didn't smell.
Willow laughed as she followed him out the door. Like playing a piano you just had to hit the right buttons.
"Ahh" Buffy screamed as she saw the silhouette of the man with the knife pull back the shower curtain. "Spike" she slapped him, "Are you trying to give me a heart attack or just insure that I'll never want to take another bath alone?"
"It's just a plastic knife. It was a joke, like that stupid David Letterman would pull, but that second idea doesn't sound so bad."
"Forget it. We're late as it is and Willow's going to have a fit if we're late again."