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Honeysuckle -- by Echo
Rating: PG
Description: Willow is taking a leisurely honeysuckle scented bubble bath.
Note: This short for me. I usually drag an idea on, but someone was talking in it just found its way into my head. Jayne, this is for you ( a few of your favorite things).
Disclaimer: Joss owns all characters in this fic. Don't sue, I'm broke.
Spike stomped into the apartment. He had to have left it here. Giles looked up to see him walking across the living room. "Thank you for knocking, Spike."
"Bugger off!"
Spike entered the bathroom and began to dig through the medicine cabinet. It HAD to be here. He slammed the cabinet shut and looked at the mirror. He froze. If his heart was still beating, it would have skipped. He stared at what was reflected in the mirror before he turned. Giles burst into the bathroom. "Now see here-" Spike put his hand on Giles' face and shoved him out. He locked the door. Giles started pounding on the door. Spike barely noticed.
The bathtub was filled with bubbles. Her eyes were closed. Her red hair was pinned on top of her head. The headphones on her ears kept her from hearing the noise Giles was making. Spike didn't know she could look so appealing. He wanted to get in with her. He smelled, what was it? He thought. Honeysuckle! Honeysuckle bubble bath. It suited her.
Willow pulled off the headphones to hear Giles banging on the door. "Ok, Giles!" She started to raise herself out of the tube when she saw him. She gasped and slid back down into the bubbles.
"Hello, Red."
"Could you get out of here?"
He sat on the edge of the tub. "Why are you taking a bath at the watcher's apartment? Is there something I should know?"
She glared at him. "If you really need to know, you big pervert, we only have showers at the dorm, and I really felt like a bubble bath, ok?" He stuck his hand in the water. Her eyes widened. The banging stopped.
"Water's getting cold. You should get out."
"You first."
"Highly unlikely."
"Then turn away."
"Alright." He does. Right to the mirror. She stood and his jaw dropped. Where had she been hiding all that? He stared at her reflection as she toweled herself dry. He could have swore his body temperature rose. She was a beauty. She wrapped a large towel around herself and stepped out onto the bath mat. The door swung open. Giles had picked it. He glared at Spike then looked at Willow.
"I can't believe you got out of the tub with him in here."
"He turned away."
"To watch you in the mirror!" Giles pointed at it. Spike turned around with a huge grin on his face, and Willow blushed scarlet. Giles rolled his eyes. "What the bloody hell are you doing here, anyway, Spike?"
"Looking for my lucky razor. I know it's here. I've had it for over a century. I'm sure it's here."
"It's in the kitchen where you left it." Giles left to get the razor. Willow was still glaring at Spike in shock.
He had seen her nude. Quite nude. All of her. No one had seen all of her except Oz. Willow walked to him and slapped him hard across the face. His head turned with it. Spike supposed he had deserved that. It was a dirty-old-man thing to do, watching her get out of the tub, but he wasn't sorry. Ideas were starting to form in his brain. The scent of honeysuckle was driving him mad. She reared back to slap him again. He caught her arm and pulled her to him.
"I don't think so, Red."
"You're a pig, and a pervert, and a-" His mouth cut her off. She tasted sweet.
Willow was in shock. Spike was kissing her. And it was making her quiver. And feel. And splinter apart. And she never wanted him to stop. One hand held onto the towel while the other wrapped around his neck. Giles appeared in the doorway razor in hand. His mouth dropped open. Spike kicked the door closed in his face. Willow pulled away.
"What are we doing?" She was out of breath.
"Whatever you want, Pet."
"Mmmm. What if it's you I want?" Did she just say that out loud?
"You already have that."
Giles pushes the door open. Spike throws them up against it slamming it shut. He starts kissing her neck. She smelled so fresh.
"Willow?" Giles was tapping on the door. "Willow?"
Willow ripped her mouth away. "Not now, Giles!"
"Spike, what about your razor?"
"Sod the razor."
"It's my bloody bathroom you two are groping each other in. I demand you stop it and open this door immediately." His response was a deep moan from Willow. Giles gave up then. He turned away and went to the living room.
"Spike?"
"Mmmm?"
"We should stop."
"You really want that, Pet?"
"No, that was my very feeble attempt to resist."
"Good job." His sarcasm evident. Willow gasped as Spike licked her neck. He had always fancied honeysuckle.
The End
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