"Spike...?" calls Buffy from the kitchen.
"Yeah, pet?" I call to her, arms laden with snacks and things, on
my way to the living room.
"Where's my Cheese Whiz? You know I can't eat pretzels without my
goo!" complains Buffy, rummaging through the kitchen cupboards in
search for the elusive cheese. "How can we wathch the movies I rented
without snacks?" she mutters under her breath.
"Slayer, luv, just bring out the damn drinks and get your lovely arse
in
here. If I have to watch these teeny-bop flicks you insist upon, I
might
as well enjoy them while intoxicated!" I yell back at her.
As I drop into one of our bean bag chairs in front of the telly, I jump
back up yelling, "Dammit!" as the stupid chair explodes into a cloud
of styrofoam pellets. "What a bloody mess!" Of course, most of them
are
stuck to you-know-who and as I attempt to balance myself, I trip over
the
bowls that were on the floor in front of the coffee table.
Buffy comes in as I am hopping around yelling, "shit, shit, bollocks,
stupid damn ...!" I look up at her and display my orange-slime covered
boot. "I found your fraggin' Cheese Whiz. I hope you're bloody well
'appy!"
She laughs at me, the witch, and says, "Have fun, I am not cleaning up
this
mess. I'm going up to take a bath since movie nite is now a thing of
the
past." She waves her fingers at me and goes upstairs, laughing all the
way
to the bathroom.
I bend down and take off my goody Doc's and head up the stairs, turning
to
clap the lights off as I go. I hear the bathwater still running and as
I
step into the bathroom, there's my luv, in all her steamy glory, lying
back in the tub listening to one of those Lilith Fair chicks singing
some
song called "I Love You" on the cd player. Her eyes are closed and she
has
a dreamy smile on her face. I undress as fast and quietly as I can and
slide into the bathtub with her.
She smiles and slowly opens her eyes, "Hey, baby, did you get that mess
cleaned up already?"
I look at her and smile wickedly, "No," I say, "actually, I'm saving
that
job for your other anatomically correct Ken doll."
She giggles softly as I grab her and lean in for a kiss,"Give us a
kiss,
my beautiful Barbie..." She wraps her arms around me as as she pulls
me
down onto her, she claps off the bathroom lights, leaving us bathed in
the
soft glow of moonlight. "Best damn invention in the whole bloody world
if
you ask me." I murmur against her soft lips.
The End
