Retyping the story after my computer crash it went a different direction than before so some stuff had to be rewritten. So things took a little longer, sorry.

Again all characters are property of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy Productions.

Chapter 11 Spa treatment

She kissed up his torso as she stood. "You were saying?" she asked into his neck.

He gently pulled her head back. "We broke the table." he said with a sheepish grin.

"What?" she asked with alarm and looked around him to the table. There along the edge a tapering section a couple of inches wide at one end and about a foot long had been torn off, the missing piece lying on the table next to it.

"Actually you broke it." he stated as she reached for the chunk of wood. But somehow in the Slayer's hand, it no longer looked like a hunk of broken table but a stake. She glared at him and he backed away a step. "Not that I don't share part of the blame..."

"Share the blame?" she advanced on him, holding the stake in front of her. "Whose bloody plan was it to do it in every room? Who insisted I be on the table?" She waved the stake at the table. "How am I going to explain this to Mom?" She ended with the stake pressed against his chest.

She had backed him up against the wall, and she held the stake over his heart waiting for an answer, but he just stood there with an odd expression on his face, like he was trying to look contrite. It was only when she looked into his eyes that she picked up on what he was really feeling and a glance down his body confirmed it. She took a step back. "Oh my god, are you getting off on this?"

He curled his tongue behind his teeth with a slight smile.

"Does everything turn you on?" she asked exasperated.

"Pretty much where you're concerned. I told you the other night, I'd happily play this game." he glanced down at the stake.

She turned to face the table, walking up to it. "This isn't a game. Look at this! Really, how am I going to explain it to Mom? I know I'm going to have to eventually tell her about us, but I'm not ready yet. And even once I am there is no way I can tell her what we did in here or the kitchen, or really any of it."

He stepped up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. "It's okay pet, we'll think of something to tell your mum." He rubbed her shoulders, "You're really tense."

"You think?" she asked sarcastically.

His hand softly covered the hand that held the stake. "Now, why don't you hand that nasty, sharp, piece of wood to the sexy vampire?" he coaxed. Her hand tightened for a second and then she released it to him. "That's good." He put it back on the table, then put both hands back on her shoulders and steered her towards the living room. "Lie down on the sofa and I'll get rid of that tension."

"Spike..." she said wearily. She was too worried about the table to even think about sex right now, no matter how mind-blowing it might be.

"I meant I'll give you a massage."

"Yeah right. And this isn't just a ploy to check another room off your list?"

"No, a proper massage, no happy ending, unless you ask of course. Besides, we already did this room the other night." He added with a smirk in his voice.

She turned her head to look at him. "I was right before."

"About what?"

"You are a pig." she said with a wry smile.

They had reached the couch but she didn't lie down. He kneaded her shoulders and she sighed. "Come on luv, it will make your problems melt away."

"Not likely." she pouted. She looked at the couch and then turned.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

She walked over to a chest and pulled out a blanket. "I can't lie on the couch naked."

"You did the other night." he pointed out.

"That sorta just happened." She spread out the blanket.

"You might as well take the dress off." he nodded at her, the top was still undone and it was bunched up around her waist. "It'll just get in the way."

She shot him a dirty look but shed the dress then sat on the couch. "Just a massage." she reiterated before stretching out on her stomach, her chin resting on her folded arms.

After a moment, she felt his knee depress the couch at her side. "Shift to the middle." he said. She did and he straddled her waist, but kept most of his weight off her.

"You took your jeans off." she said, tensing up.

"Trust me."

"Evil remember?"

"And don't forget it. Now try to relax and put your head down." She rested her forehead on her arms. He started at the base of her skull, his fingers massaging her scalp as his thumbs rubbed the spot where her neck and skull met. After a couple of minutes she started to relax.

As his hands moved to the column of her neck she sighed. "That does feel good."

"Just getting started. Take deep relaxing breaths." She did and as his hands worked down her neck to her shoulders she felt the tension seep out of her. When he reached her midback he said softly, "You can turn your head back." Languidly she turned it to the side, a slight smile on her face. He shifted back over her thighs. And began working on her lower back.

"Mmmm, where did you learn to do this?"

"I've had quite a few over the years, course I usually ate the masseuse afterwards."

"Spike!"

"Well none lately. You can't get mad about everyone I've killed in the last hundred plus years."

"But you're so blasé about it."

"I kill to eat. You don't see me getting upset about all the vampires you've killed. I'm not even asking you to stop."

"I guess you have a point. Okay, the past is the past." She sucked in air as his fingers hit a knotted muscle. "Ooh, right there."

"I feel it. This might hurt a bit." he warned as he focused his attention on the tight muscle.

He was right, it did, but in a good way as his fingers worked some kind of magic that took away the aches she had been ignoring.

"I hadn't realized I was so sore." she murmured.

"You've been using your muscles in a way they aren't used to, yet."

She smiled at the implication, it was true, even with the several month break in training she was in good shape, but all her slayer training had not prepared her for what she had done since last night. He had been right, there was more than one way to skin a cat and each time they had had sex it was in a different position, but each time he had made sure she had enjoyed it completely. She had lost count of the number of orgasms she had had and started reviewing the night to count them.

She vaguely noticed him standing and turning, again straddling her waist. He pulled up one of her feet and began rubbing his thumb firmly across the sole. She expected it to tickle, but it didn't, it did feel wonderful. Although a lusty little corner of her brain was disappointed that he had seemed to skip over her gluteus maximus, her recounting the night's events had relit the fire in her, but she was so relaxed that she couldn't work up the energy to say anything. Even when he finished with her feet and calves and moved up to her thighs she could do little more than murmur her pleasure. While it felt magnificent, he was true to his word and there was nothing overtly sexual about it, but his every touch made her want him. She groaned when his hands covered the curve of her bottom.

He pressed harder, "Tender spot?" he asked when his hands couldn't find a knot.

"I think sensitive might be a better description." emphasizing the word to carry the innuendo.

"Shall I stop?" his hands stilled.

"If you do, I'll stake you, if I ever get control of my limbs again."

He resumed and she thought he was not working quite so hard at keeping it "just a massage" but she really didn't mind. It was also pretty much a moot point since she was so relaxed that she wasn't exaggerating about her inability to pick up a stake, let alone partake in sex.

But that didn't mean she wasn't affected by his touch and by the time he finished with her rear she was glad she had put down the blanket.

"Okay, turn over." he instructed once he stood.

She tried, really she did, but the couch was so soft and her muscles so loose that it was a chore just to get halfway.

"Need a hand, luv?" he asked his eyes sparkling with laughter.

"Please, and don't laugh at me."

"Heaven forbid." He said with an overly serious face, but he turned her gently and again straddled her waist, facing her head. She closed her eyes and he lifted one of her arms, bracing it against his shoulder as he began rubbing her shoulder and upper chest. He then worked from her upper arm to her fingertips. By the time he placed her hand on her stomach she was sure she no longer had bones in that arm.

She must have dozed off as he did her other arm because the next time she opened her eyes he was sitting on the floor watching her. He gave her a warm smile. "Welcome back." he said as he brushed a strand of hair off her forehead.

"Have I been asleep long?" she asked as she stretched. She seemed to have regained control of her limbs. She also realized he must have folded the blanket over her. She turned on her side to face him.

"About 3 hours." he smiled more broadly at the surprise on her face.

"Wow, why didn't you wake me?"

"You looked so peaceful."

"Have you been sitting there watching me the whole time?" suddenly very conscious of her disheveled appearance.

"That would be really sweet, bordering on creepy, but no, I went out for another smoke..."

"Please tell me you put your pants back on before going out on the porch." Noting that he was currently naked and had been when she drifted off.

"Yeah, just in case the sun peeked out from behind the trees."

"Or the neighbors peeked over the fence." she offered.

"Wouldn't care about that. But there are certain parts I'd prefer not to burn off." He leaned forward and gave her a quick kiss. "What would you like to do now?"

"Would you mind if I took a shower?"

He kissed her again, but this wasn't quick, it was deep and hungry and set her on fire. When he pulled away, she held the back of his neck to try to keep him there. "I don't suppose I could talk you into a shower for two?"

"I think you just did." She stood and felt the need to stretch, which she did at length as he watched her appreciatively.

"I could watch you do that all day."

She blushed and smiled shyly. She grabbed her dress and looked around. "Do you know where my underwear went? I would hate for Mom to find it in some unexplainable place."

"Yeah, I think it's in the kitchen. I'll get it."

"Thanks, um, I might need a minute or two." She still didn't want to go to the bathroom in front of him.

He nodded, "I'll come in when I hear the shower. Don't take too long. I don't knock." he smiled as he repeated his words from the night he held her captive.

"I remember." she said coyly. As she sprinted up the stairs.

After taking care of necessities, she took the time to brush her teeth and work any knots out of her hair so it would comb out better after the shower. She started the shower and stepped in and true to his word, within a minute he followed. She already had her head under the spray, soaking her hair. He poured some shampoo into his hand and, nudging her out of the stream, started working it into her hair. As he built up a lather and his fingers massaged her scalp she murmured. "Mmm that's nice. Between this and the massage you could open your own spa."

"A night spa?" he asked with a chuckle, she nodded. "Yeah, but then my hands would always be chapped from the shampooing and I wouldn't want to give you a massage cause I'd been doing it all night." He leaned her back to rinse her hair and her hands went around his waist to steady herself. When he finished and she was standing straight again, she took the body wash and began washing him, starting with his butt. Her hands glided over his skin as she traced every muscle and contour. His hands slowed during the repeat step in the shampooing process and she could tell by his face he was enjoying what she was doing.

He dipped her back under the water and she had to grab his butt for balance, her nails digging into his skin. The muscle in his jaw flexed at the pain. "Sorry." she offered, but his mouth covered hers in a fierce kiss.

Ending the kiss he looked at her intently. "Only have to apologize if you don't do it again." She remembered him saying he didn't mind a little pain with his pleasure and realized that he actually liked it. She shifted her hands slightly and dug her nails in hard again. He closed his eyes and his mouth closed slowly, a slight smile playing across his lips. His manhood sprang to life between them and she pressed against it. His hands dropped down to her back and he pulled her against him.

She brought her hands between them, pushing lightly against his chest. "Conditioner." she reminded him. Knowing how impossible her hair would be without it.

"Bollocks." He let out a shuddering sigh, as he reached for the bottle.

She got some more body wash and started on his chest. Again enjoying the feel of the muscles sliding beneath her fingers. She was surprised when her fingers moved across his sides that he giggled and pulled back. "You're ticklish!"

"Am not! You just surprised me is all." he lied.

She gave him a "yeah, right" look and made for his ribs again.

He backed away. "All right, fine I'm ticklish, happy? Only you can't tell anyone."

"Why not?" Not that she would be saying to anyone: 'you know Spike and I were showering together the other day and turns out he's ticklish.'

"Don't want my weaknesses getting out." he said defensively.

"Fine." she reached for him but he leaned back. "No more tickling, unless you ask." she added.

"Better not." he warned.

She placed her hands on his stomach and moved them lower, one hand moving along his length as the other cupped him from below. His hands tightened into fists in her hair. "Ouch!" she complained and his hands loosened. "Who has trouble concentrating now?"

"I thought I was the evil one."

"Maybe it's rubbing off. Now finish my hair." she commanded.

"You get bossy when it comes to your hair." Tilting her head back to rinse out the conditioner.

"I get bossy about a lot of things. I'm total take-charge girl in a crisis."

"I'd like to see that. I like a woman in charge." Satisfied that he had rinsed her hair sufficiently, he pulled her straight and bent to kiss her.

"Don't you want me to wash your hair?" She asked just before their lips met. The kiss was her answer. He definitely was not thinking about a shampoo. His hands roamed her body, one settled on a breast, teasing the bud while the other traveled down to her nest of soft curls. His fingers lightly brushing her pleasure center. She stroked him, but the soap had rinsed off so her hand did not move freely. His fingers worked their magic on her, making her weak in the knees as she gasped for breath. He kissed down her neck, leaving a trail of love bites that were like throwing gasoline on the fire. She whined when his fingers left her but he lifted her up, pressing her against the wall as he entered her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, helping to support her weight, his hands under her thighs. Her back squeaked along the tiled wall at first, but soon it stuck and he was the only one moving, making each thrust harder.

She moaned as her pleasure built, but he stilled. "Am I hurting you, luv?"

"No." she gasped, her legs pulling his hips back to hers. "Don't hold back."

"That's my girl!" he said enthusiastically and he didn't. He thrust harder than before and she angled her hips so that each time their bodies met it increased the impact, the shockwaves traveling to her core.

"Oh god! Spi...aama...oomgh" she babbled before yelling his name as ecstasy burned through her.

She didn't get around to shampooing his hair, but he did wash her, a process that threatened to prolong their shower, until he noticed her goose bumps.

"Sorry pet, water get too cold?" he asked as he quickly rinsed her off.

"Yeah, kinda. It's not too cold for you?" she asked as she tried not to shiver.

"Don't notice cold or heat unless it's really extreme." He turned off the water and wrapped a towel around her "Say something next time." He rubbed her with the towel to try to warm her up. Which worked in more ways than one.

"I will." she said distractedly as she watched little beads of water travel down his chest. She leaned forward, her lips catching one, her tongue lightly retracing its path an inch or so. She pulled her head back slightly to find another drop. This one she caught at his nipple, her tongue circling it before she bit it. His hands slowed as they rubbed the towel across her. She tried to press against him but he held her back.

"I'm still wet, you need to dry off or you'll catch your death after the chill you got. Let me dry off while you brush your hair." he suggested.

"I thought you would brush it, part of the full-service treatment." she said with a slight pout.

"All right, but wrap it in a towel til I'm dry." he grabbed a clean towel from the bar and handed it to her, then started drying himself.

She wrapped her hair and then pulled her robe on. He looked slightly disappointed. "I'm hungry. Can you eat pizza?"

"Yeah."

"I wasn't sure cause of the whole garlic thing. What do you like?" She asked with her hand on the doorknob.

"Whatever, not really picky."

"I'll meet you in the livingroom." she said before grabbing the brush and opening the door.