She heard his footsteps coming closer and he knocked on the bathroom door.

"Spence?"

"I need the first aid kit," he whispered through the closed door.

"Oh my god. Well get in here!" Grace exclaimed, alarmed. She hurried out of the tub and pulled the kit from the bottom drawer of the vanity as he opened the door and entered.

"What happened?" she asked as she surveyed his right hand and saw the cut on the side of his palm. After splashing hydrogen peroxide on it ("This is gonna sting a bit." "OUCH!") Grace determined that fortunately, the cut wasn't deep enough to require stitches and she patted it dry with a tissue, applied some Neosporin and put a Band Aid on it.

"I broke a dish. I'm sorry."

"Oh, I don't care about any stupid dish. As long as you're not seriously hurt."

He put on the saddest puppy dog eyes he was capable of and caught her gaze. "It hurts. So much," he emphasised as sadly as he could muster. "When I was little, my mom used to kiss my little hurts."

Grace took his hand in hers and brought it up to her lips, kissing the bandage very gently. "Poor boo-boo," she said with a straight face. She kissed it again, then turned her face up towards his and captured his lips in a kiss. He responded in kind, an aroused moan sounded from his throat as her tongue slipped between his lips and explored his mouth. She slid her hands under the lapels of his bathrobe, intending to slide it off his shoulders. As difficult as it was for him, he brought his hands up to stop her progress.

"Not now," he whispered into her hair regretfully, "Later. I've gotta finish dinner."

"You want some help?" she asked.

Boldly, he ran one hand down her side and grasped at her bottom, giving it a light squeeze. Shaking his head no, he told her, "Get back in that bath, dinner's almost ready."

He held her hand as she climbed back into the tub and sat down. Spencer topped up her champagne flute and handed it to her, then turned the hot water on to heat up her bath a little. Kissing her softly, he told her, "I'll be back in a couple minutes." Extending his right hand to her for a moment, he added, "Thanks for looking after this."

For several long minutes, Grace luxuriated in her bath, taking in the gentle scent and the soft bubbles and let her mind clear. Once again she heard the clattering of dishes in the kitchen and the oven and refrigerator doors repeatedly opening and closing. Finally, there was a slight rap on the bathroom door again and a whispered, "Dinner's ready."

"Bring it on," Grace invited.

Spencer set a tray down on the vanity, pulled Grace's makeup stool closer to the bathtub and then left. Grace sniffed appreciatively; whatever was on that tray sure smelled inviting! Spencer returned a moment later with another tray and set that down on the stool. He sat down on the edge of the tub, checked Grace's flute (still full) and then filled another one for himself.

Carefully he picked up one of the small offerings on the tray and motioned to feed it to Grace, explaining, "Bacon wrapped scallop."

She opened her mouth and took it carefully from his fingers. "Mmmmm," she said earnestly. After swallowing it, she elaborated, "Wow, that was delish!"

"I've got ricotta and pesto crostini and mini spinach quiche here too," picking up one of the crostini; he offered it to her as well. Grace leaned forward and gently took it from his hand.

"So good," she enthused. She picked up a crostini and fed it to Spencer in the same manner. He declined the scallop she offered, so Grace popped it into her own mouth and quickly picked up a tiny quiche to feed to him. "I forgot. You don't really like scallops, do you."

"Can't stand them. But I know you love them."

"You know what I'd really like, Spence?" she spoke in a husky tone. Reaching for the lapels of his bathrobe once again, she pushed it off his shoulders and undid the belt to free him from it altogether. Not waiting for him to answer, she continued, "I want you to get in here with me."

He stepped out of the robe and stood naked before her, and laughed lightly, "Not sure there's room for both of us in that tub, as big as it is." Looking around, he took the tray he'd left on the vanity and set it on the corner of the tub's edge, where there was the largest flat surface available. After topping up their champagne glasses, he set the now empty bottle down on the floor next to the tub and realised he had one more platter to serve.

"I'll be right back!" he told her and he hurried out to the kitchen, returning a moment later with a kitchen chair and his dessert platter. He positioned the chair right beside the tub and set the dessert platter on top of it.

"All right then. Now," he extended his hand to her and she stood up. He stepped into the tub and sat down, then pulled her down, facing him, in a sitting position atop him. As their bodies met, Grace debated whether she'd even want any more dinner. More Spencer was far more desirous. Their lips met again; a long, stirring kiss that sent them both soaring. His hands traced lines up and down her back and reactively, Grace pressed herself against his chest, finally breaking off the kiss and dropping her head down to move her lips along his jaw and throat.

His breath came in short gasps as the level of arousal heightened and his hands grasped her rear end firmly, clutching her closely against him. "Good god, Grace," he finally managed to blurt out.

He let her caress his jaw for a few minutes before desire got the better of him and he brought his hands up to cup her face and resumed kissing her. A few breathless moments later, the need for air interrupted them and Grace leaned back to make eye contact.

She reached for her champagne glass, took a sip then offered it to Spencer. He picked up another of the bacon wrapped scallops and fed it to her. Grace fed Spencer a crostini. This went back and forth for several minutes, alternating with sips of champagne from the single glass. Once they'd emptied her glass, she swapped it out for the one from which Spencer had earlier been drinking. They ate the crostini and the quiches as well as a good amount of the raw vegetables, although neither of them opted to use the provided garlic-laden Ranch dip. Setting the empty crostini tray down on the chair, he stacked the dessert tray on top of it and plucked a chocolate covered strawberry from it.

Leaning towards her, Spencer teased her lips with the berry. Her tongue darted out and licked it suggestively. Seeing this, Spencer involuntarily bit his own tongue. Grace stifled a giggle and, making a small o with her lips, sucked the strawberry out of his fingers.

Spencer inhaled sharply and let out a primal moan. "What you do to me!" he managed to growl, tracing the outline of her mouth with a finger. He leaned in and planted a series of tiny kisses all along the edge of her mouth, and told her, "I could just take you right here, right now."

"Then, let's," she replied, sliding her hands down his chest and further south into the bubbles.

"Oh my god," he breathed.