Luxury Woman
"This is all for me?" Buffy spun around, dancing in place, her hands clasped against her chest.
"Mmhmm." Angel smirked at her joy.
"But - how did you know?" She turn back around, gazing at the candlelit bubble bath, with a champagne flute of sparkling cider and a small bowl of fresh strawberries sprinkled with sugar. Curls of dark chocolate graced the top of the berries, not quite melted yet, though the heat of the candles and warmth of the steaming water would take care of that soon.
Angel lay his hands on her shoulders, squeezing them as he kissed her temple. "I just knew." He wouldn't tell her he'd once designed a similar bath for Darla, only instead of berries, he'd given her a heart, and the glass flute had been filled with rich, red blood.
No. He wouldn't share that at all.