Vampire Slayer: A Narrative Fiction
"Love, somethin' in here smells-" Spike followed his vamp sense of smell all the way to an abrupt stop at Buffy's closed bathroom door.
"Mmhm!" She cheered from the inside. "Come look! The bath's pink!" Pink baths in the Slayer household usually meant blood...but he could hear her squeals of delight from the hallway. Why was he still in the hallway. Like he needed a second invitation...
The blonde was curled up in pink bubbled water Spike could see the steam rising from. Her hair was down loose, curled around her collar bones just flirting with the edge of the water. Her cheeks pink like the water, she looked up at him, beaming, obviously beyond pleased. A moment of shyness played on her features, until she reasoned with herself A) she was covered in happy little pink bubbles. And B) this was Spike. Shyness wasn't …show more content…
Unusual for her.
"Wanna hit the hay, pet?" Whispering into her ear, he pressed a tiny kiss to it, and heard her heart beat pick up slightly. Flattering.
"Five more minutes? I don't think I'm a complete human-sized prune, yet." She opened her eyes, realizing she'd let them close after laying against him, and held her hands up to him to look. The bubbles in the tub had mostly popped or gotten smaller, she mostly just saw their two pruney half-bruised, tangled bodies in a little pink puddle. "There's more of these, you know. I hid them from Dawn behind the tums in the medicine cabinet."
"Sneaky Slayer." His voice crooned at her, and his hands starting smoothing the water-caused wrinkles in hers, tenderly, almost without thought. Ah, the sensory memory this night had made. The smell of cherry blossoms would probably make him smile forever now, he realized. He could only hope Buffy invited him to more Slayer relaxation-a-thons like this one. She deserved them, and they really did smell
"Mmhm!" She cheered from the inside. "Come look! The bath's pink!" Pink baths in the Slayer household usually meant blood...but he could hear her squeals of delight from the hallway. Why was he still in the hallway. Like he needed a second invitation...
The blonde was curled up in pink bubbled water Spike could see the steam rising from. Her hair was down loose, curled around her collar bones just flirting with the edge of the water. Her cheeks pink like the water, she looked up at him, beaming, obviously beyond pleased. A moment of shyness played on her features, until she reasoned with herself A) she was covered in happy little pink bubbles. And B) this was Spike. Shyness wasn't …show more content…
Unusual for her.
"Wanna hit the hay, pet?" Whispering into her ear, he pressed a tiny kiss to it, and heard her heart beat pick up slightly. Flattering.
"Five more minutes? I don't think I'm a complete human-sized prune, yet." She opened her eyes, realizing she'd let them close after laying against him, and held her hands up to him to look. The bubbles in the tub had mostly popped or gotten smaller, she mostly just saw their two pruney half-bruised, tangled bodies in a little pink puddle. "There's more of these, you know. I hid them from Dawn behind the tums in the medicine cabinet."
"Sneaky Slayer." His voice crooned at her, and his hands starting smoothing the water-caused wrinkles in hers, tenderly, almost without thought. Ah, the sensory memory this night had made. The smell of cherry blossoms would probably make him smile forever now, he realized. He could only hope Buffy invited him to more Slayer relaxation-a-thons like this one. She deserved them, and they really did smell