Chapter 3. Final chapter.
Half an hour later, Spike is still in the bathtub, all pruny as he had said and with a pout on his lips. Buffy enters the bathroom, with a smile and is wrapped up in only a towel. Spike looks up at her with cold eyes.
"Spike, I'm so sorry," says Buffy as she closes the door and locks it. She faces him with a solemn expression on her face, but beneath it is almost smiling.
"You better be," says Spike, not paying any attention to her face. "I'm going to look like an old lady when I get out of here."
"Spike, it's not about this."
"Then what?" He finally faces her as she flashes her most afraid look. She turns away because she can't help but keep a straight face.
"It's your duster. Dawn and I wanted to try it on at the same time and…"
"AND!"
"We sort of ripped it." Buffy turns to face him just to catch the expression on Spike's face turn from surprise to pissed off.
"WHAT!" Spike almost jumps out of the tub, but holds himself down.
"Mom's trying to sew it back right now. It will be as good as new." Buffy pulls away from the tub, just incase he wants to go psycho on her at the very moment.
"That's it. You are so dead. I'm sorry Joyce, but today you're going to be motherless." Spike gets out of the tub. He doesn't care if he is exposing himself. Spike then pulls Buffy's towel off of her and wraps it around his waist. Buffy starts to laugh and Spike lifts his eyebrow up, wondering what is so funny. He sees her leaning on the sink holding her stomach, then he realizes that she has a bra and underwear on.
"What's so bloody funny?"
"You." Buffy walks over to him. "You think I'm dumb. Come on, Spike. Oh my gosh, the look on your face. It was priceless."
"What?"
Buffy comes closer to him. Caressing his cheek, she looks deep into his blue eyes. She smiles at him and he tries to figure her out, but nothing comes to mind. His brain must have gotten pruny, too because nothing in his body works. He wants to move because he is so angry at Buffy, but his brain doesn't do anything about it.
"Spike." Buffy then leans in and kisses him on the lips. She sucks his bottom lip a little, then pulls away. He looks at her surprised that she has made the first move because he wanted to do the first move and it's not fair, he says in his mind.
"Is that an apology because you're going to have to do better than that?" Spike gives her a grin.
"You are so mean." Buffy hits him on his chest lightly. "You know we could still burn that duster if we wanted to."
"No, please. I'm sorry." He caresses her cheek, then puts his other hand on her waist. The towel drops to the ground and Spike pulls Buffy closer to him.
"I thought you were going to punish me, not reward me." Buffy grins at him.
"I figure that I'd go psycho on you." Spike captures her lips with his and their tongues begin to dance around with each other. With his other hand on her waist, he lowers it down to grab her butt. Buffy lets out a moan, but all is interrupted by her mom.
"Buffy, sweetheart," says Joyce. "Other people have to use the bathroom tonight."
They release each other and Buffy rolls her eyes as she looks at the door. She is still leaning up against a naked Spike and not wanting to pull away from him. He gives her a grin and puts his hands on her hips, pushing her lightly away from him, even though he didn't want to. Spike picks up the towel and wraps it around his waist.
"Alright, Mom," says Buffy. "We're coming out." Buffy looks down as Spike is about to unlock the bathroom door. He stops and then looks back at Buffy. "You're clothes are in my room. You can change there."
"Thanks," says Spike. He steps out of the bathroom and sees Joyce in the hallway. Spike smiles at her, then he heads over to Buffy's room. Joyce turns her head over to Buffy, who is coming out of the bathroom. She then hands Buffy the towels she had taken away from the bathroom.
"Clean up," says Joyce. "And please put this on." Joyce hands her a silky robe of hers.
"I will," replies Buffy. "Thanks." She grabs the towels and puts them in their place. Then she places the rug down on the floor and unplugs the tub. Buffy turns around and puts the robe on, then heads over to her room.
Spike is already dressed and he likes what she is wearing as she enters the room. Buffy notices his stare and blushes a little. She walks over to him as he sits down on the bed next to his duster. Their eyes meet as Buffy sits down next to him.
"You're not that pruny," says Buffy as she touches his hands.
"I guess I was exaggerating," says Spike as he holds on to her hand in his.
"I am sorry about the duster. I just had to take the chance. Anyway, it was all Dawn's idea."
"Yeah, I need to get the niblet tomorrow."
"I like this. Us together and…" Buffy sighs. "It's nice. How's your leg?"
"Vampire healing and Tara should quit her day job to be a nurse."
"Did I say sorry about that?"
"Yeah, it's alright, luv." Spike pulls her hand up and kisses it. "Nice curtains. My favorite color." The curtains are black sheets rolled up at the top and when brought down, the whole window is covered.
"I didn't plan this." Buffy gives Spike an innocent face. She gets up and pulls the curtains down. Spike turns on the small lamp light.
"I'm kind of tired." Spike grabs his duster and places it on her desk chair. He then heads to the bed and sits down. Buffy walks over to him and begins to untie his boots. Spike's eyebrows go up.
"I don't like shoes on my bed." She smiles at him as she pulls the first boot off. "Spike?"
"What?"
"I don't know what I would have done if I'd killed you tonight."
"I know you wouldn't have. I'm too quick for you, luv."
"Too quick? You were dragging your leg with an arrow in it and if it wasn't for the tranquilizer that the guys shot at me, you'd be a big pile of dust."
"Thanks for making me feel better."
"I'm…I gotta stop saying that. I don't think it's enough."
"I forgive you for going psycho on me, so just forget about it. It's in the past." Spike swings his legs over onto the bed and moves over for Buffy to lie next to him.
Buffy begins to yawn, then she rests her head on Spike's chest. She wraps her arm around his waist and snuggles close to him. Spike puts his arm behind her head and looks at her as she closes her eyes. This is the closest he's ever been to her, besides the bathroom scene, especially in the tub. He enjoyed that more than anything.
"You're so incredibly wonderful," says Spike in a low voice. Buffy half hears him, but agrees with a nod. He caresses her cheek and kisses her on the top of her head. "Goodnight, luv." Spike closes his eyes and turns off the lamp light. He then feels Buffy's hand pull away from his waist and down his pants. "What are you up to?"
"Nothing," says Buffy with a grin that Spike doesn't see.
"Buffy…" He feels her hand unzip his pants and pull them down.
"Oh, Spike, relax. I'm just making it up to you."
"Your mum is down the hall and Dawny is in the next room."
"I can be quiet." Buffy gets close to his ear. "Can you?"
"Should have done this in the tub."
"I know, but you were so shy about getting in."
"I felt uncomfortable."
"Why?"
"Because…" Spike turns the light back on. "Because I want you so bad that I'd do anything to be near you. To touch you and hold you. I'm bloody in love with you and it's the best thing I've ever felt, dead and alive."
"I want you, too. Since the first day I met you. Okay, you were evil and annoying, but God you were hot."
"Thanks." Spike gives her a grin. "You were pretty amazing yourself. Was a tad jealous of you dancing with Xander."
"I was dancing with Willow, too. Were you jealous of her?"
"Couldn't help it. Our first fight, you packed some mean punches."
"Please don't tell me you were turned on by them."
"Next meeting."
Buffy laughs and sits up, facing Spike. She looks at his pants, which are partially open. Spike looks down and pulls them up. He looks at Buffy, who is upset of what he did.
"When does your mum leave for work tomorrow?"
"Early. She takes Dawn to school."
"Good then. Join me for an early shower." Spike gives that evil grin again and Buffy immediately gets what he means. "Now, let's sleep."
"Can I still…"
"No. Save it for tomorrow." Spike turns off the light again and closes his eyes.
"Spike?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you snore?"
