Buffy crossed her
arms and sighed.
"What is it,
love? You've been full of the huffy business since I picked you up." Spike
turned on the left turn signal and glanced in the rearview mirror before
pulling into the Zippy Do It Yourself Carwash Emporium.
"I just don't
see why we have to waste our time washing Xander's car. We could be out
patrolling, looking for that new nest of vamps. Or... or we could be trying to
figure out what kind of demon is leaving the puddles of pink goo down at the
docks. We could be doing anything besides this. By the way, didn't you
just wash his car two weeks ago?"
Spike pulled up
alongside a vacuum canister and stopped the car. He put his arm along the back
of Buffy's seat and leaned over to look deeply into her eyes. His were blue and
sincere. "I've spent the last several years making his life hell. I bashed
the poor bloke's head in and dragged him to my warehouse to bleed to death and
didn't even give it a second thought. Then Anya and I."
"Stop it!"
Buffy put her fingertips against his lips. "I know what you've done better
than anyone."
"Which is why
you should understand that I just want to help out any way I can.
Besides," he smirked seductively and leaned closer so that his low sexy
voice purred in her ear, "I can think of worse things than being alone
with you on a perfect starlit night, seeing their reflection in your beautiful
eyes."
"Oh!"
Buffy felt her knees go weak. "You know, I kind of like this new romantic
streak in you. It's almost... poetic."
"'Magine that.
D'you think we could make a little mess of our own?" His index finger
lightly traced the soft outline of her ear.
"In Xander's
car?"
The finger continued
its light exploration down the vein in her neck to the hollow of her throat and
just barely brushed along the curve of her breast. "You'd rather try out
the asphalt?"
Buffy was finding it
hard to take in air. "I'd rather... hmm." She broke off as his lips
found the curve of her neck and his tongue traced a light circle.
"Buff?"
His voice was soft growl in her ear.
"Yes?" She
was in the mood to agree to anything.
"Time to make
with the sucking, don't you think love?"
"Sucking?"
Her voice had a breathless quality.
The cool air from
outside hit her as he unlatched and pushed open her door. He gestured to the
canister. "Vacuumin', sweetheart."
"Oh!" She
scooted out of the car and walked over to the hose. As she reached up to remove
it from the hook, she felt Spike lean against her back and felt…
"Um, Spike, are
you happy to see me or what?"
His blue eyes
twinkled as his lips twitched in amusement. He reached into his front pocket
and pulled out a paper-covered orange cylinder. "It's my quarters
Buffy."
"Oh.
Quarters." She turned her face to hide the blush in her cheeks. "I
guess we need them for the, um, machine."
"Yeah. Well
here you go then." He deposited two coins into the machine and watched
appreciatively as Buffy leaned over to vacuum the floor mats. After a minute of
gazing he walked over and grabbed a brush and started polishing the hubcaps.
Five minutes later
both were done with their jobs. Buffy sneezed and rubbed her nose with the back
of her hand. "Wow, that sure got dusty since the last time you cleaned
it."
Spike leaned over to
open her door and help her back into the car. "Never thought a bit of dust
would bother you Slayer."
"Well, it's
dusty dust, not vampirey dust. There's a difference."
"Bigger
chunks?"
"Ewww!"
He smiled again and
moved to sit behind the steering wheel. He pulled the car into a washing dock
then got out again. He moved to the selection panel and was surprised to feel
Buffy step behind him and reach her arms around him.
"What?" He
jumped slightly as he felt her hand groping around the front of his jeans.
Buffy grinned as she
curled her fingers around what she was looking for. "Here." She
brought her hand out of his pocket. " I thought you might be needing your
quarters." Her big eyes blinked up at him.
"Right,"
he swallowed. "Well then, let's get washing." He made his selections
and began working on the body of the car. Buffy stood quietly beside him until
he reached the rinse cycle.
"Here, let
me." She grabbed the nozzle out of his hands. "I've always wanted to
do this."
Spike didn't even
have time to duck before she had turned the water on him, soaking him through.
"Slayer!"
he growled and pulled her close. They grappled around, fighting over the hose.
Both of them were soon dripping wet. Finally, the water stopped.
"Rats."
Buffy pouted. "Water go bye-bye."
Spike grabbed the
sprayer away from her and threw it casually against the wall. He grabbed Buffy
in a quick motion and plastered his open wet mouth against hers. She reached
her hands up into his wet curling hair and grabbed on like a drowning victim.
The both lost all sense of time as they devoured each other with hungry lips
and hands.
All too soon Spike
lifted his head. "Slayer."
"Umm,"
Buffy protested. "More with the smoochies."
"Buffy!"
Spike tried to pry her off.
"What?"
This was making her grumpy.
"Love, nobody
wants to continue this more than I do, but I'd prefer to lose the
audience." He tilted his head to point out the line of cars forming
outside.
"Oh."
Buffy slowly unwound herself from his lean hard form. She lifted an unsteady
hand to attempt to comb her hair into a semblance of neatness. It was a lost
cause. "I guess it's time to go then."
He nodded his head,
then once again opened her door for her before getting in himself and driving
the car back onto the road. They rode in comfortable silence back to Xander's
apartment. Buffy waited outside while Spike went up to return the keys to their
owner.
As he exited the
building a few minutes later, she reached over to take his big, cool hand in
hers, interlacing her fingers with his. "My place?" she inquired with
a flirtatious tilt of her head.
"Works for me.
Eh, what about the Nibblet?"
"Slumber party."
"Well that
works out nicely, then."
They continued down
the sidewalk, happily swinging their joined hands.
"Spike?"
"Yes,
Love?"
"Can we wash
Xander's car again next week?"
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