Buffy sat on the edge of the bathtub running her hands under the water to test the temperature.

"Buffy it doesn't really matter how hot it is. I just want to get clean."

She flipped her hair over one shoulder.

"Yes it does. Standing under the water isn't going to get you clean Spike. And I'm very temperature sensitive."

If his heart could beat, it would have skipped a beat right then. Not that he really believed that she was offering what it sounded like she was offering.

Satisfied she turned off the water and shook the excess off her hand. Then she went back into the main room. She came back a minute later carrying the bottle of that scented liquid soap she used and some sort of netting that had been bound together to make a sort of yellow powder puff.

"What's that for?" Spike asked warily.

"To clean you silly, what you're not afraid of a luffa are you?"

"I just don't want to end up like some sweet smelling nancy boy."

"You don't like the way I smell?" she said in her best innocent voice.

As he tried to think of a response to that that wouldn't get him in trouble, Buffy began to strip, which distracted him completely.

She did it methodically, as if she were the only one in the room. Not as if she was trying to seduce him. Which he found all the more seductive. She neatly folder her clothes and lay them on the sink. Then she turned toward him.

She approached him and hooked her fingers under the hem of his shirt, and ran her hands up his chest as she helped him off with his shirt. He trembled as her fingers touched him. Her hands were so hot he thought that you might be able see a trail of red down his chest where she had touched him.

Then she was kneeling before him, her fingers working the laces of his boots. She looked up at him and smiled.

Looking down on her kneeling naked before him, her bright green eyes staring him straight in the face, he felt his jeans tighten across his hips.

He stepped out of his boots, but she stayed kneeling as she undid his belt and zipper. As his dick sprang free, her hot breath tickled it and he couldn't help but moan. She helped him out of his pants then she grabbed his forearms and lead him to the shower. A moment later hot water was splashing down on both of them.

It took all his will power not to say something or reach out and touch her. He had no idea how she'd react to that. Somehow she had finally mastered that nonchalant, 'This is all business,' attitude that she'd been striving for since they first left the hospital. He had no idea what to make of it. So he didn't say anything.

She had worked the soap into a lather, and began to scrub him hard with the luffa. He loved the rough feel of it as she started to rub away the top layer of his skin. As one hand scrubbed him the other always lay lightly on his chest as if she needed it to steady herself.

She had scrubbed his chest and arms when she stopped suddenly, and caught his eye.

"Spike?" she moved in close to him so there body's were just barely touching. Her nipples hit his chest with every breath she took. His dick was pressed against her stomach, the very tip of it pressed down a little so that it was tickled by her hair. "Is this okay? I mean is this the right thing to do?"

"You're asking me to be your moral compass, pet?" he couldn't help but chuckle. Not only was he not the best moral judge, but he thought there was no way he could actually turn her down.

She smiled at him.

"Spike, you and me, we're fast healers. The broken bones, the cuts, the scrapes, the burns. Not a big deal. You've been though things that I can't even. . . that I don't want to imagine. The fact is, you're the toughest person, the toughest demon I know." She placed her hand above his unbeating heart and looked him dead in the eyes. "You're also the most vulnerable. So yeah, I'm asking you if this is all right."

He closed his eyes to let her words sink in. To just enjoy them for what they were, even if he wanted to hear her say more. He was about to answer her when she broke in.

"Now. Um, I mean not that you have to answer now. I mean, I want to know if this is all right now. I mean, this isn't a now or never deal. A lot's happened tonight. So. . . um."

He almost laughed at her. At her transformation from sure confident woman, to the more normal, terrified of anything that resembled a relationship Buffy.

Instead he kissed her. Gently at first, barely touching his lips to hers. Testing her, to see if she really did mean what she said.

The moment their lips touched she leaned into him. Pressing her body firmly against his, and running her fingers through his hair. She opened her mouth to him, and he eagerly sent his tongue in to explore her. She excepted him and moved her own tongue in to explore his mouth. Slowly, deeply they kissed.

Finally Buffy broke for air. He tried to pull her back in for another kiss but she pulled away from him.

When he gave her a hurt look she flashed him a wicked smile and said, "I'm not done washing you yet. Now turn around."

He wanted to go on kissing her, but then it occurred to him that she had yet to wash him anywhere below the waist so it might be in his interest to obey her.

When he turned around she kneeled behind him, she cupped one of his cheeks with one hand, while she scrubbed the other one with the other hand. Once she had thoroughly scrubbed the one cheek she kissed it, nipping him just a bit as she did.

He growled appreciatively, causing her to giggle.

Then she was scrubbing his other side. To his disappointment the second cheek didn't receive the same attention the first had. When she was done with it she went on to clean his legs. He grumbled a little wondering if she was playing the sort of game where he was expected to beg.

Then she was done and he felt her hand begin to kneed his ass.

"Did I ever tell you what a nice ass you have?" she asked. Before he could respond her mouth was back on his ass, but this time she didn't nip him. Instead she bite him, hard enough to leave a mark.

He groaned. She was marking him up and down, leaving teeth marks like brands, and he was more than willing to let her claim all of him.

"Now turn back around," she said.

He did and now the shower was hitting him in front again. Buffy was still on her knees, her hair plastered down to her by the water that grazed the back of her head and ran in little rivers down her front.

She had picked up her bottle of body wash and was squeezing it unto her hand. Then she grabbed his dick with that self same hand, and began running her hand up and down his length.

Once she had a good lather worked up she paused, getting soap on her other hand. Then as one hand went back to working his dick, her other sweet little hand reached lower, between his legs and started rubbing soap onto his balls.

"Oh, god Buffy!" he cried. He began trying to run his fingers through her hair but he couldn't loosen her wet locks from her head, so instead he simple stroked it, as her slippery fingers worked him over.

Just as he felt he couldn't hold back anymore, she stopped and turned her body, holding her hands and arms directly in the stream of the shower, to wash the soap off of them. He watched as the bubbles ran down her arms. Then she ducked out of the way, so that the shower hit him in full and began to rinse him off.

"I want you inside me,"

"Not in here, pet, not too sure of my footing and I can't catch myself if we slip."

She nodded and turned off the shower, rung out her hair, and stepped out. Then to his disappointment she wrapped a towel first around her hair, and then another one around herself.

"Come on, let's get you dried off," she said.

She had another of the hotel's big, fluffy, towels in her hands. He stepped out and let her dry him off again except that this time she was groping him through the towel. When she was done with his body, she ran the towel over his head a couple times, whisking the excess water out of his hair. Then she left the towel on the floor and pulled him into the next room.

She sat him down on the bed, and then moved back, out of his grasp. She then removed the towel around her body and began to dry herself off. She did it slowly, letting the towel glide against her skin. She used the towel to cup her breasts and he could see her shiver with pleasure as the fabric ran over her nipples.

Then she moved a little closer to him, with a look that clearly said, 'No touching yet.'

She lifted one leg, and placed her toes on the edge of the bed. Then she bent forward and ran the towel up her leg as if she were putting on her stockings. Then she dried off the other leg in the same fashion. She dropped the towel to the ground and pulled the other towel off her head and tossed it to the floor.

As she shook out her wet hair she said, "It's a good thing we have two beds."

"Why's that pet?"

All of a sudden she was straddling him, her knees up on the bed on either side of him, her chest pressed against his. Her dripping folds hovering above his dick.

"Because there's no way I can wait till my hair dries."