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Such warm, fluffy water. Buffy sighed in contentment as she settled back against the hard chest of her husband, the soapy water causing her to slip a bit as she moved. "This is nice," Buffy said softly, her voice echoing in the lightly lit room. "This is what every retired Slayer and her human *husband* should do... every day." She felt the rumble in his chest as he chuckled. "I’d have to agree. This is very nice." Moaning softly as his hands began to roam under the water, Buffy laid her head back. "I can’t believe we did it." "I know... It seems surreal, doesn’t it?" "Yeah... and now we’re here, lounging in this huge bubble-bath in this huge tub that we just got... we really should thank Spike, huh?" Even though he was human, his growl was entirely demonic as the thought of his grande child came into his mind. "This is my honeymoon... I don’t really want to be thinking about that bleached moron." Buffy giggled. "Then why are we sitting in his present, in this hugely expensive mansion that we just bought." "Because I’ve never been to Hawaii before, because I have money, and because there’s nowhere else to sit." "Well, there would be if we would buy some furniture." "You want to go out now?" Angel asked skeptically. "Right now... when I could be going this?" Buffy squeaked in surprise as his fingers wandered lower. "Okay... so you have a point..." Angel smiled knowingly as her lithe body rubbed against his. Arching into his hand, Buffy grinned. "What’s better than this?" Angel opened his mouth to answer as Buffy’s arm flew out to grab the edge of the tub, knocking the bottle of wine to the floor that had been sitting there, along with some of the rose petals that were surrounding them. A loud crash echoed in the room and Buffy’s eyes flew open. "Oh shit," slipped past her lips and Angel’s eyes lifted in surprise as he laughed. "I’ve never heard you curse before." "Ha ha. Laugh it up while your maid gets up to clean the floor," she said sarcastically. Standing on shaky legs, Buffy ignored her naked state as she moved to step out. Angel grabbed her hand. "Don’t go. The floor’s wet enough." "But I broke the bottle and now there’s glass everywhere," she said, tugging her arm back. "The floor will be ruined." "No it won’t," Angel objected, sitting up and grabbing her around the waist, causing her to slip. Angel caught her easily. As Buffy settled, water rushed over the edge, splashing against the floor. "Now look at what you’ve done." "Don’t go... the floor’s fine..." Pulling her against his chest, Angel wrapped his arms around her chest to keep her from moving as her moved his legs to cradle her. "You’re not going anywhere." Buffy forced a pout on her face. "What if Sam comes in?" "He won’t. He’s sleeping." A minute passed before Buffy relented. "Fine... but you have to wash my hair." Angel laughed. "I guess I can live with that." Grabbing the shampoo bottle, he squeezed some of the rich liquid into his hands and handed Buffy the bottle. Rubbing his hands together, he ran them through her hair, scooping up some water to add the mixture. Buffy moaned in delight. "That feels so good," she said happily, her eyes closing. Then here eyes snapped open as the door to the bathroom creaked open. A black blur ran past her eyes before a loud splash echoed in the room. "Sam! No!" A large black Labrador landed in the bathtub with the couple, a large white book in its mouth. Angel began to laugh. "Sam! Give me that book! Angel, why are you laughing? He had our photo-album!" Buffy shouted as she moved away from Angel and struggled to stand. The large dog barked and began panting as he rushed towards Angel. Angel laughed and allowed the dog to kiss his chin. Buffy scowled. "Bad dog!" With shampoo running down the back of her neck, Buffy stood. "He could have ruined our photo-album from the wedding! Don’t laugh!" Angel’s continued laughter echoed in the room...
The memory faded into the back of her mind as she stood on the cliff, overlooking the fire-mangled land. The usually luscious green landscape was now black and she could see mobs of demons moving towards them. Angel was dead. Her friends were dead. It was only her and strangers. She was now the Slayer again. Her duty called for her. The past was the past as the End of Days began to rain on the last remaining Slayers. Fin l be kind, rewind l back to top l
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