Buffy trudged up the stairs. Xander and Cordelia were a bit unhappy with her growing family. Marcus was driving them both nuts. The stupid vampire wouldn't stop asking questions when Xander watched television. He'd never bothered to get one, so it was all new to him. It was really kinda cute, but Xander hated it. Cordelia was mostly upset because Marcus didn't find her fascinating and Xander was always watching the idiot box. Cordy was in dire need of attention. She craved it. None of that mattered though. It had been a long night, and coming home to their nonsense sucked.
She needed a shower and a month off the patrols from hell. Angelus was throwing everything at them now. He was building alliances with demon clans everyday. Tonight they'd been hit by a group of slimy blue guys with rocks for hands. She rubbed her shoulder gently. She was tired of being battered, bruised, and too tired to do more than stumble up the stairs. Some serious smoochie time was needed and soon.
Spike was in the bathroom, probably flossing his fangs. Their bed looked soft and inviting, but she was covered in sticky, half dried demon blood. She stumbled toward the bathroom. A shower, she so needed a shower.
The scent of vanilla hit her first, but then her eyes kicked in. Spike was standing there with a towel slung low on his hips. He looked beyond beautiful, but the bubble filled tub behind him almost brought her to her knees.
"You know you're about perfect, don't you?" Buffy touched his cheek as his fingers went to work on her buttons.
"I need to work a bit harder and get rid of the about." He smiled, his blue eyes dancing.
"You have to be tired, too." Buffy stroked the smooth skin of his shoulder. There were no scars to mar the beauty of his body, just the permanent mark of her teeth and the one in his eyebrow.
"Never too tired to do for you, Love." He pushed her shirt off her shoulders and slid his fingers under the straps of her bra. "Now, let's get you into that giant vat of bubbles."
Buffy giggled as he shoved her clothes off in a flurry of quick movements. He grinned as he plucked her up and stepped into the tub, settling them both into the bubbles. The warm water lapped around them, and Buffy sighed. Spike kissed her neck and wrapped his arms around her from behind. This was heaven.
"This is too much. It's wonderful and I can't tell you how much I appreciate it, but you have to be exhausted, too." She laced her fingers through his and rested their joined hands on her abdomen. "Why are you so good to me?"
"Love you." He kissed the shell of her ear. "Every night we go out and fight, be it the good fight or just some stray demon scum, and every morning when we come home one of our family is waiting at the door with nothing to offer but complaints. You never make me deal with them. A bath is not too much to ask."
"Well, when you put it that way." Buffy sighed and dropped her head back on his shoulder. He pressed a kiss to the side of her head and slid his free hand along her skin to draw her closer with a gentle embrace.
"A flower cannot blossom without sunshine, a man cannot live without love." He tightened his arms around her. "I love you."
"You say the nicest things. Do the nicest things, too." She put one foot up on the side of the tub and watched the bubbles slide down her smooth skin.
"Not my words, but they are true enough. I love doing things for you, love being with you." He trailed his fingers up her bared leg.
"I don't care where the words were written down. It's your voice in my ear, your body wrapped around me. It's you." She turned her head and kissed him.
His lips were cool and pliant, but his arms tightened on her, anchoring her as the water sloshed around them. She felt him shifting underneath her, keeping them above water so she could breathe. She licked the seam of his lips, and he opened to her. The slide of his tongue on her sent shivers of delight down her body.
He broke the kiss and took a deep breath. He pressed the hand entwined with hers down against her body as he rocked his hips up. The slide of him against her made her shudder.
"Slow and easy, Love. Let me do this slow and easy." His breath was almost hot on her skin.
"You're warm." The wonder of it was plain in her voice.
"Yeah, the water started it, but now my heart's gotten all excited and took off beating again." He ran his free hand down from under her breast and pressed his fingers against her core.
"Your heart's not the only thing excited." Buffy gasped as he bit down on her mating mark with his human teeth.
He swirled his tongue over the scar and pushed one finger into her body. She tried to move, to encourage him, but he bit down on the mark hard and growled. She whimpered and stilled.
"Let me do this, Love. Just lie back and let go." He let her body float a bit before drawing her back down against him. "Haven't had my time to do for you lately. It's always quick against a crypt wall while we hide from the others. This is different. Gonna do this right."
He kneaded her stomach with their joined hands, each movement slow and languorous. She closed her eyes and forced herself to take deep steady breaths.
"I never can decide what I love most about you, Buffy. I love you strong and forceful, love you fighting, love you crying, love you weak as a kitten. It never ends. I love you in every shade and every light." He pushed his knees up between her legs and thrust into her in one smooth stroke. "I love you."
"I love you, too. So much, William." She tightened her inner muscles on him as he pulled out of her, slowing his pace even further. He pushed back into her and she gasped for breath.
"Minx, you just have to take control. Don't you?"
"I'm sorry." She let her muscles relax and he began to stroke into her slowly. The tension in her body just bubbled, waiting for her to allow it to take over. She wanted to beg and plead, but he would enjoy that a bit too much. His steady, glacial pace was sharpening every sensation, pushing every thing higher. It was just shy of pain.
She felt him shift, knew his golden eyes were looking over her shoulder and down her body. Her nipples tingled and hardened further. She bared her mark to him in complete submission.
His tongue rasped over it in one slow side, even in this he would not be rushed. She whimpered, and he chuckled.
"Do it, please." She shivered as he ran the side of his fangs along her neck. "I need you."
"I love you." His growled and sank his fangs into her neck with a light slide, so slow. She made a high keening sound and the world seemed to shimmer. Spike thrust into her and she could feel him shuddering inside and around her. He released her neck. "Let go, Buffy."
She pulled her hand free of his and flung her arms back to cradle his head as he plunged into her faster with each stroke. He sucked on her neck, keeping his bite open and flowing. Joy, it was joy being his in every way. The water sloshed around them, spilling onto the floor. She arched up, her eyes wide and unfocused. There was only his skin, his body, his scent.
"I love you, Buffy. Slayer. Mine." His ridges were pressed against her shoulder as he rammed into her from under her sprawled body.
"You're mine, Spike. Always." She dragged one of his arms up to her mouth and kissed his palm. He yanked her hips down as he thrust up and erupted. She slid her lips down to his wrist and bit it, enjoying his growls and muffled curses as she tumbled into oblivion safe in his embrace.
The world came back slowly, the sound of their breathing, the damp tendrils of her hair plastered across her face, the warmth of his hands as they stroked her gently. She blinked and moved a bit, pulling herself up from him.
She turned over and covered his chest with her own. He smiled up at her, still in game face. She traced his ridges with the tips of her fingers.
"I love you." He shuddered as she kissed his fanged mouth.
"Love you, too." She smiled, pressed up, and looked over the side of the tub. "Let's clean this mess up, and I'll do for you."