Willow went to her room and grabbed her robe. She needed a shower. The grimy water had seeped through her clothes. She went to the bathroom and shut the door, immediately turning on the water. After getting some body wash and shampoo together, she stripped down and stepped in. The water cascaded down her back, washing away the nastiness. She closed her eyes as she began to run the sponge over her wet body. Her thoughts automatically brought to mind Spike. He was showering right now too. She sighed as she got a mental image of that.

"Bloody hell." Spike kicked at the wall, stumbling back as he stubbed his toe. "Ow....forgot I didn't have shoes on. What the hell?"

His shower wouldn't work. He tried the water in the sink, and it to was off. His vampire hearing picked up the running water in the guest bathroom. Why was it working in there and not in here? He smelled horrible...worse than the sewer. He didn't know exactly what was in that puddle, and he didn't really want to. Groaning, he knew what he had to do. He went to his drawer and looked until he found a pair of boxers. Usually, he never word them. He had bought this pair because of the saying. They were white with the words Bite Me written in red. He couldn't resist. Now, he was glad. He put them on and went to the bathroom. He checked the door. Willow hadn't locked it. Closing his eyes, he wondered if this was such a good idea. Then, the smell hit his nostrils. It was the only idea. He stepped into the bathroom and paused. She must have the water on very warm. Steam filled the small space. He quietly headed towards the shower.

When he saw her, he stopped. She was beautiful. Better than he could have imagined. Small, but firm breasts. A lean stomach. Great legs. (Control.....you can do this....) He pulled the curtain to the side and stepped in.

Willow paused in her washing. She could have sworn she had felt a breeze blow in from behind her. Shaking her head, she squeezed more body wash onto her sponge. She started to reach behind her to wash her back, when she felt a hand on her arm.

"Aaaahhhh" she screamed and turned. Spike was standing there, looking at a point above her head. "SPIKE! What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"My shower won't work. I smell." he said softly.

She looked down and saw the he was wearing boxers. When she read the front, she had to laugh. Amazed, she watched as he swelled up. The white fabric wet was almost transparent. (He wants me?) Blushing, she turned around.

Spike cursed his body's reaction. He moved forward and took the sponge from her hand. "Let me" he whispered.

Willow only nodded. She must be dreaming. That's it. She fell asleep while in the shower and was now having one of her fantasies come to life. She moaned as she felt him began washing her back. He moved slowly, moving the sponge in tiny circles along her shoulders...down the middle of her back....along her neck...she put a hand on the wall in front of her to keep her balance. She felt his hand withdraw. Then she heard a click. Suddenly, she felt his hands in her hair. (Oh Goddess....he's washing my hair....)

Spike kept his pace slow. He ran his fingers through her beautiful red hair...caressing her scalp. When he had washed and conditioned it, he picked up the sponge again. He could smell her arousal. He could see her need in the way she held her body. Smiling, he kneeled behind her.

Willow gasped when she felt the sponge on her core. Her head fell back as Spike slowly teased her. Soon, he had dropped the sponge. His fingers ran along her slit, fleeting...touching her lightly. She growled low in her throat. She wanted more. She needed more. Spike brushed his lips over the cheek of her ass. His finger entered her suddenly. She was on fire. Soon, two more joined it.

He could feel her juices running down his hand. She was so wet...for him. He brushed his thumb over her clit. His erection was straining against his boxers. With his other hand, he freed it. He began to rub himself as he continued to fuck her with his fingers. Her moans were heavenly. He knew that she would be a screamer.

She put both hands on the wall, and spread her legs more. She began to thrust back on his fingers. She had never felt this close before. She closed her eyes and screamed his name as she had the first orgasm of her life.

Spike shot his release when he heard her scream his name. His name on her lips. He knew that she had never experienced this before. He brought his fingers to his face and licked her juices off of them. She tasted as good as he though she would. He watched as she slid down onto her knees. It had been too much for her. He stood and left the shower.

Willow smiled. That had been amazing. She turned to Spike and saw that he was gone. (GONE!) She saw something on the side of the tub. He had come. She felt the spray from above her turning colder. She reached over and turned it off. She then reached down and ran her finger through his release. She brought it to her mouth and her tongue reached out and lapped at it. It didn't really taste that bad. It was Spike, so she closed her eyes and finished licking it off. She just wished she were licking it off of him...

She stood on shaky legs and grabbed her robe. She went to her bedroom, and shut the door quietly. She sat on the bed and took a few deep breaths. She now could see what all the fuss was about. She felt her nipples tighten as she remembered his hands on her body. She was still aching for him. That had not been near enough for her. She knew now that she was turning into a walking hormone. All she could think about was going into his room and fucking him silly. But, he had left her. He had all ready found his release. He must not want her help. Gnawing at her lip, her eyes drifted towards the closet. Dare she? Shaking her head, she decided that she couldn't. Not yet. She laid back and closed her eyes, fighting the images of Spike out of her mind.
 

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