Sunday Morning Mysteries
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"Spike,"
Willow whispered in a tiny singsong voice. He growled and shifted in the bed, his
arm tightening about her waist. Beside him, Willow let out a tiny growl of her
own as she cautiously moved her legs, unfurling them from his. She received a
sleep induced 'humph' from the blond next to her and a tightening of his
already painful hold. "I have to go to the bathroom..."
With a half growl, half whimper on his part he released her and she rolled off
the bed, making a quick dash toward the bathroom. Spike opened one eye and
watched, his arm reaching up and pulling her pillow down, cradling its warmth
to make up for her loss. Snuggling against the pillow, he listened, waiting for
the sound of the toilet to flush so that he could push it away and open his
arms, ready to welcome back his goddess.
"What the fuck?" he growled opening his eyes fully and staring at the
closed bathroom door. Willow was running a bath. Not that he had anything
against baths, he loved bathing with her, but this was Sunday morning, the only
place to be was in bed. It was a fact they had both agreed to yesterday. He'd left
her alone all day ~ well okay, he'd started out in the sitting room listening
to MTV while he watched her in the study, then he'd moved to the bedroom to
lounge on the bed while watching her. Finally, he'd wandered into the study,
picked up a book and sat down in a chair. By mid afternoon he was lying at her
feet, reading his book while she worked on her various assignments, his hand
wrapped about her leg. But that wasn't the point, the point was she'd studied
and worked all day, finishing by six and declaring that Sunday was going to be
completely devoted to him and the bed. Now she was locked in the bathroom
running a bloody bath. "Willow?"
She didn't answer and Spike growled, rolling over onto his back. He'd give her
ten minutes, then he was going in. Shifting restlessly, he thought about the
last few days. They'd gone on another spending spree buying more bed linen
after Giles’ little tryst in their bed, it still gave Spike the willies, but
things had been going pretty smoothly. Anya had even called around, thankfully
without Xander. Spike, at first had been livid, threatening her with all sorts
of vile acts if she didn't leave. However, she'd fixed him with a look and
commented on how nice the place looked...of course he'd then given her the full
tour and much to his disgust they'd bonded over coffee in the downstairs
entertainment area. He'd been blackmailed into the bonding activities, as soon
as Anya had looked at the massive bedroom she'd known.
"Wow, Willow actually gets work done?" Anya had asked, walking into
the study. Spike had stared at her, his jaw nearly dropping to the ground.
"What are you talking about woman?" he’d demanded, trying to bluff
her, but she’d merely turned and frowned at him.
"Her books are everywhere. You keep showing up together at Giles, which
you should know is a dead give away, especially after you stated you never
wanted to have anything to do with us. And unless you have a fetish for wearing
women's clothes..." she’d looked him up and down, shrugged and walked out
the door. "That wouldn't really surprise me, it'd explain the hair and
nail polish..."
After that he'd had no option but to give her coffee and sit chatting
downstairs. Somehow the conversation had turned to glory days and it ended up
with both of them staring at their coffees, thoroughly depressed. She'd left
shortly after that, giving Spike an odd look when he expressed his need for
secrecy about him and Willow ~ she'd assured him that since her sex life would
be jeopardised if Xander found out she was certain that their secret was safe
with her. Despite himself, Spike had told her to call around whenever she felt
like it, but he hadn't shared that part of the conversation with Willow.
Sighing, he rolled over again, crushing Willow's pillow beneath him and stared
at the bathroom door. What the bloody hell was she doing in there? He clenched
his jaw and considered the possibilities. She'd done the same thing last
Sunday, locking herself away for nearly an hour before crawling back into bed
smelling sweet, her skin soft and dewy, her hair wet and scented. Frowning, he
twisted around and sat up, glaring at the closed door.
"No time like the present to find out what my little witch is up to,"
he muttered, throwing back the covers and reluctantly getting out of the warm
bed. Stealthily, he crept across to the door and listened. She was humming some
tune, accompanied by the soft lapping sounds of the water and he tried the door
handle only to find it locked. "Bugger."
He frowned, waiting for Willow to yell at him through the door, but she kept
humming the tune and Spike smirked. That meant she had her headphones on, she
couldn't hear a thing, especially not a vampire jimmying the lock. Smirking, he
rubbed his hands together, his tongue running along his bottom lip in wicked
delight. Thirty seconds later the bathroom door swung open, Spike screamed in
pure terror and Willow joined him.
"What the bloody hell..." he started to roar.
"SPIKE!" screamed a very green-faced, white gluggy haired Willow. She
pulled off her earphones with bright blue loofah gloved hands and glared at
him. "Get out! The door was locked for a reason."
Sauntering over to site on the edge of the bath, Spike took in the angry green
eyes staking him from an equally angry green face and started to laugh.
"Don't you dare laugh at me," Willow stated, almost in tears and
Spike stopped laughing, his mouth twisting into a smirk as he tried to hold
back his mirth. It only upset her more. "What, you think it's funny that I
do this?"
"No, I don't, love," he ran his forefinger down her nose and through
the green mask that covered her face. Glaring, she splashed the hot scented
water all over him, making him jump up and back away from the tub.
"Hey!"
"Get out," she glared at him, feeling ridiculous and crossing her
arms over her naked breasts. Of course no one really looks threatening with a
facemask on and a deep conditioning treatment in their hair, add to that bright
blue loofah gloves and you can imagine the non-threatening image.
"NOW!"
"Let me think about this," Spike smirked wandering back to the
bathtub and angry redhead. He pouted and frowned, contemplating the mysteries
of life, the universe and Willow sitting in the bathtub before grinning like a
maniac. With a loud splash he was in the tub, water cascading all over the
floor. "Nah, not going anywhere without you. Besides we had a deal, I left
you alone yesterday to do your stuff and you were going to spend the whole day
with me, so if I have to sit in the tub while you’re green, so be it."
"You think I look silly..." Willow lowered her head and kicked out at
him. Spike smirked and captured her foot in one hand, stilling her as his thumb
caressed her arch. His other hand found her free ankle and lightly stroked the
joint.
"No, I think you look cute and it's flattering," he spoke softly,
smiling as she glanced up.
"Flattering?"
"That you want to look your best," his eyes darkened possessively.
"For me."
"Egotist," Willow couldn't help but giggle at his words.
"Tell me it's for anyone else and I'll rip the bastards throat out, or
hire a hit man to do it for me. Why exactly is your face," his lips
twisted into a smirk and his eyes brightened with merriment. "Green?"
Willow rolled her eyes and shook her head. For the first time she was glad
Spike couldn't see through the green, it hid her bright red blush. "It's
part of my weekly 'pampering'."
"And what does this pampering include?" asked Spike, his hands
curling about her calves, fingers lightly kneading her flesh.
"Well, first I deep clean my face," Willow spoke quietly, keeping her
eyes fixed on Spike's intense blue gaze.
"How?" he asked, moving his hands further up her legs, making her
gasp.
"You want to know my beauty routine?" she asked, not really believing
him. Smiling, his fingers tickled the underside of her knees and he slowly
pulled her towards him in the water.
"I want to know everything about you."
Willow allowed herself a smile. Slowly, she grabbed the sponge that was
floating around in the tub and dragged it under, her eyes holding Spike's gaze.
Suddenly, he was hit on the head with a waterlogged sponge and her
loofah-gloved hands were saturating his face.
"Hey, what the..." he tried grabbing her hands, but they were gone
and she was twisting around.
"Demonstration is the best way to explain," she stated, grabbing a
tube from the side of the bath. Squeezing a glob of cream out into her gloved
hands, she inched forward and smiled at him. Slowly, carefully, she worked the
cream across his face and with a light pressure her fingers drew small circles
across his face. "First, you have to cleanse."
"Uh ha, cleanse..." murmured Spike, revelling in the feather light
touches of the rough loofah gloves on his face. His fingers mimicked hers on
her legs, drawing small circles with the lightest touch and he closed his eyes,
concentrating on the sensations of her fingers, of the warmth of the bath, the
sound of her quickening breath and heartbeat.
"Then, while the cleanser is doing its job," Willow whispered. Spike
screwed his face up and opened his eyes.
"Is it meant to be burning?" he asked about the slight tingling
sensation the cleanser was creating and Willow giggled at him.
"It's not burning! That's the menthol in the cleanser, just means it's
getting in and working it's magic on your skin," Willow explained, pulling
off her loofah gloves and grabbing another tube.
"Aaahhh, it's all tingly," protested Spike, pulling faces at her and
Willow slapped him on the arm.
"Stop being such a cry baby," she shook her head and squeezed out a
generous amount of goo from the tube. Spike eyed it warily.
"What's that then?"
"Deep conditioning treatment," stated Willow, leaning forward and
running her fingers through his dampened hair. Spike moaned low in his throat
and dropped his head, making it easier for Willow to work the treatment through
his short hair. It also afforded him the opportunity to access her collarbone
and neck, alternately licking and kissing. "It'll make your hair lovely
and...oh...soft..."
"I don't think there's any thing soft in this tub at the moment,
love," he murmured, lowering his mouth to her hard nipples and groaned in
disappointment as her fingers left his hair. Growling softly, his hands pulled
at her hips, making her straddle his thighs. Water splashed everywhere and her
loofah covered hand grabbed at his chin.
"Now, we take off the deep cleanser," Willow murmured, concentrating
on the task at hand, the loofah washing his face free of the cleanser as she
tried to ignore his rather prominent erection. Spike smirked, she wanted to
keep playing, fine, let her play. His hands mimicked her movements on her soft
ass as he closed his eyes and held his face up for her. Willow smiled as her
fingers caressed his face, running along the sharp cheekbones, marvelling at the
feel. "I use the loofah gloves because they act as an exfoliator, you
don't have to use a different or chemical based product."
"Mmm," murmured Spike, not really giving a damn about anything except
for getting his goddess closer to him. As her hands left his face, his eyes
shot open and he pouted at her, perplexed to see her smiling wickedly and
holding up yet another tube. He had the white goo in his hair and his face had
already been cleaned, glancing up her green face, his eyebrow shot up in
question as he realized that left only one other thing. "What the hell is
that?"
"I'll give you a hint," giggled Willow, wriggling closer to him, her
breasts rubbing against his chest. "It's green."
Spike swallowed and glanced from the tube to Willow's already green face and
back to the tube. Sighing dramatically and rolling his eyes, he shook his head
in resignation. "Oh bloody hell, do it, turn me green."
Willow laughed out loud at the vampire's song and dance, abandoned the loofah
gloves and started to smear the green mask across his face. Beneath her, Spike
squirmed.
"How long does it stay on for?" he asked.
"About fifteen minutes," she replied, carefully turning his nose
green and Spike growled.
"So, what do we do 'til then?"
"Well," Willow sighed and shook her head, he wasn't going to last the
fifteen minutes, that she was certain of. "Usually I exfoliate my body and
relax back in the tub." She paused and glared at him. "Which I would
be doing right now if a certain undead blond hadn't distracted me."
Spike gripped her hips in an almost painful hold and pushed her off his lap,
back into the warm, scented water. Grinning lasciviously, he pulled on the
bright blue loofah gloves, frowned at them for a moment before capturing her
foot and massaging it. He ensured that every single millimetre of her foot was
touched, from the firm skin on her heel, to the soft flesh between each of her
toes.
"What's in the water?" he murmured, not lifting his head from the
task at hand.
"Huh?" Willow half moaned, her eyes closed, savouring the sensations
of Spike's hands. The question finally fought its way into her lust-dazed mind.
"Oh, water, oils in it...um..." His hands were working their way up
her leg, his thumbs brushing along her shin, fingers massaging her calf.
"Oils...Cedarwood, Lavender, Orange...oh, that feels good...Bergamot,
Ben...and...um, yeah...oils...Ylang Ylang, Nutmeg and...oh...Patchouli..."
"Smells nice, love," Spike murmured, leaning forward to place a kiss
between her breasts as his gloved hands massaged her thigh, one of his thumbs
brushing across her lower lips.
"Yes," hissed Willow, bucking against his thumb and mouth. Spike
chuckled and released her leg. Willow's eyes shot open and she glared at the
smirking green-faced vampire. "Don't you dare stop."
Spike smiled to himself and leant back against his end of the bath, capturing
her neglected foot and repeating the same slow, teasing strokes that he'd
applied before. He watched as she relaxed back against the end of the bath, her
face a picture of tranquillity. Well at least that's what he thought she would
look like, once you got below the green mask. She was tranquil until his
fingers reached the apex of her thighs, his thumb once more brushing across
her, the loofah giving her mind numbing friction. Her hands shot out of the
water, moving to grip the edge of the bathtub behind her head and Spike smiled,
letting his thumb rub against her clit a few more times before moving his hands
around to caress her ass, ignoring her small whimpers of disappointment.
"Keep your eyes closed," murmured Spike, bringing his hands back to
her abdomen. With firm strokes he caressed her stomach, working his way back
down to her hips and around to the small of her back before bringing his hands
back to her stomach. Working his way up, his thumbs teased the sensitive
underside of her breasts, which were heaving with every panting breath she
took. Still Spike teased her, never actually touching her breasts, his gloved
hands merely brushing lightly against the swollen flesh.
"Spike," she murmured, shifting restlessly in the water and biting
her lip. "Quit teasing."
Spike smirked to himself and continued his slow, torturous exploration of her
body with the loofah gloves. "Not teasing, pet. I'm exfoliating. Now
shhh."
He watched her green face as he continued to stroke her body with the rough
gloves. Inching forward, he moved between her legs, his hands slipping from the
side of her body to her back and shoulders. He could feel her muscles
practically melt under his hands and her own hands released their grip on the
tub behind her, dropping down into the warm scented water. As his hands reached
the back of her neck, he lent forward and captured one of her hard nipples
between his lips. Moaning, her head lolled back against the bath and she arched
up toward his mouth.
Smirking, Spike
kissed her nipple softly and moved onto the other, his tongue flicking at it
before he closed his lips about the peak and sucked softly. His teeth closed
about the hard peak and he bit it lightly, making Willow gasp and jerk.
Releasing the nipple, letting it slowly slide from his pursed lips, he dipped
his hands back into the water and bought one up to Willow's face. He smiled as
the green mask washed away to reveal a very flushed and flustered Willow, her
eyes still closed but her lips were pursed and just begging to be kissed. Even
as the thought entered his head, Spike was already bending forward to run his
tongue across her lips, parting them slightly so as his lips claimed hers, his
tongue was more than welcomed into her warm sweet mouth.
Beneath him, Willow
writhed, one hand cradled his head, her fingers twisting in the slick deep
conditioning treatment coated hair, her other hand pulled at the small of his
back, trying to get him closer to her. Breaking the kiss, Spike alternately bit
and kissed his way to her ear, growling as Willow followed suite, her tongue
teasing his ear, her teeth pulling on his lobe.
"Take a deep breath, Red," he whispered in her ear, smiling as he
felt her breasts push against his chest as she willingly complied. Quickly, he
moved back to her mouth, claiming it in a searing kiss and dragged her into the
deep tub, holding her down with his body under the water. As his fingers ran
through her hair, washing out the treatment, her fingers bit into his flesh and
he could feel her heart pounding against his chest. No matter what, he still
loved fear and panic in humans, even in Willow. He waited until she began to
struggle against him and let her up. Then he laughed at her.
"You bastard," she spat, striking out at him. Spike smirked and
caught her hand, she was so cute when she was peeved, even cuter when she
looked like a drown rat. She bought her other hand up to hit at him, running on
the pure instinct of fear, after all, he'd held her under the water and she’d
been close to taking a deep breath of water. He was always doing things like
that, playing games and at times they scared her. "I can't believe you did
that."
"What? We're both clean," Spike smirked, grabbing her other hand and
shifting, pinning her against the back of the tub. Willow opened her mouth to
protest, but was quickly cut off by Spike's lips capturing hers, his tongue
teasing her mouth, tasting her. He released her hands, his own moving down her
body, cupping her ass, drawing her to him. Willow groaned and tangled one hand
in his wet hair, her legs wrapping about him. She broke the kiss and cried out
as he thrust into her, hard and wet. A huge wave of water crashed over the side
of the bath, cascading down the tub and over the floor. Spike groaned.
"Fuck."
"Yes," hissed Willow, not really caring about getting the floor wet.
She grabbed at his ass, urging him on as he continued to thrust in and out, the
water moving and shifting with every thrust, the soft lapping sounds
accompanying their moans and cries. Willow's mouth was on his, demanding
attention, her tongue mimicking his hard thrusts. Breaking the kiss, Spike
lowered his head to her breasts, sucking and nipping at the hard nipples as her
breasts swayed. Groaning, Willow grabbed the back of the tub, her legs
tightening about his waist and her head rolled back as she met him thrust for
thrust.
Pulling his mouth
away from her breasts, Spike growled and clenched his jaw. One of his hands
moved to the tub, holding on to give him more leverage as he swooped down to
crush her mouth with his, his fingers brushing against her clit. As Willow
moaned into his mouth, biting down on his tongue, her muscles clamped down
around him and she arched up into his body. Spike tore his mouth away and
watched as she came, her eyes widening, her breath stilling for the briefest
moments before she screamed his name. With that Spike came, spilling himself
deep inside her warmth, his hips roughly jerking. Smirking, he pulled out of
her trembling body, lowering his mouth to hers, a soft questing kiss before he
traced a path down to her breasts.
"I think I like Sunday mornings," he stated calmly, earning a giggle
from Willow.
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