Fireworks

by Spikeskat

She wasn’t much on holidays, this one especially.  But, the Scooby gang was taking a three-day holiday in Vegas to celebrate a particularly trying week of slayage and summer school nightmares. Xander and Anya had a room a few doors down, with Tara and Willow in a room next to them.  That left Dawn and Buffy to share a room. 

When the gang had said that they were going to head out to catch the fireworks, Buffy had begged off, saying that she was going to catch them from the hotel room’s Jacuzzi, which was conveniently located right in front of the huge glass windows, overlooking the strip below.   As they left, she slipped a “Do Not Disturb” sign on the door. 

She walked over to the huge sunken tube and turned the water on, allowing the tub to fill, then she cut the jets on.  She walked to the mini-bar and pulled out one of those tiny bottles of Bacardi rum.  Twisting the top, she drained the two-shot vial on one long swallow.  The alcohol burned her throat on the way down before the warmth began to radiate out towards her extremities, effectively relaxing her body and going a long way towards numbing her senses.

She left the empty bottle on top of the mini fridge and wandering off towards her bedroom.  She stripped out of her clothes and tossed them in a pile on the floor, then walked to the bathroom to grab a clip to pin her hair up off her shoulders.  Nude, she walked around the suite, cutting off the lights; she went to the mini-bar and pulled out another rum vial and drained that one as well in another long swallow.  Pleasantly buzzing, she strode around the suite lighting a few candles before bringing them near the tub.  ‘Gotta love the management for trying to set the stage.  Too bad it’s wasted on a couple of sisters,’ Buffy thought to herself.  Finished, she opened the curtains wide to take in the sight below.  She felt decadent, standing nude before the open window gazing at the scene below and had to wonder how many other people that had this view were doing the same thing she was.  She glanced over at the tub; the jets were pulsing so hard a bubbly white layer made it impossible to see below the surface. 

It was just what she needed: hard jets of water pounding into her flesh, relaxing her tired muscles into a pile of goo.  Too bad Spike wasn’t here.  He could have help to relax the tension invading her limbs.  But, he was back in his crypt in Sunnydale.  Her guilty pleasure could not be allowed to follow her here with the Scoobies.

Gingerly, she sat on the edge of the tub before swinging her legs around and into the hot water.  Using her hands, she lifted her butt up off the edge and slowly slid into the water until the white foam covered her shoulders and some of the spray splashed up into her face.  Sighing in pleasure, she leaned back into the corner seat as the jets pounded into her arms, legs, back and butt-slowly starting to ease the tension permeating her body.

Gazing out the window, she saw that the sun had set, leaving the sky dark except for the neon lights blazing along the strip.  A few more minutes and the fireworks show began.  Beautiful blasts of colors and shapes exploded across the sky, competing against the neon signs blaring below.  Buffy let out a few “oooohhhs” and “aaaahhhs” before realizing she didn’t have to bother since she was alone.

She shifted to get a better view of the show, and one of the jet streams shot across her clit; her eyes widened against the sensation.  Slowly, she shifted in the seat again, sending the rush of water back over her sensitive area.  Using her hands as leverage, she slowly started to move herself back and forth over the pounding stream of water.  Moments from finding her release, the jets turned off and she let out a cry of frustration.

Turning to the controls, she noticed that the power light was still on.  The damn things just stopped working.  Near tears from being at the brink of orgasm, she reached down with her fingers to send herself over the edge. 

Before her hands reached their destination, blunt teeth gently clasped her clit, as two arms snaked around her to hold her in place.  Only that kept her from literally flying out of the tub in shock.  As the last of the bubbles died away, Buffy glanced down at the clearing water to make out a peroxide blond head bobbing between the apex of her thighs.  Hazel eyes lock with deep blue, and Buffy sees him attempt to smile up at her around a mouthful of clit.

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