Bubble Bath
By Fyre
TITLE: Bubble Bath
AUTHOR: Fyre
EMAIL: Fyredansa@hotmail.com
SUMMARY: Spike finds out something about his grandsire
FEEDBACK: It's every writer's bread and water...sorta
DISTRIBUTION: Just here at the mo...but anyone can have it :-) Just ask nicely ;-)
SPOILERS: None really.
COUPLE: Not exactly a couple...
RATING: G
DISCLAIMER: Ain't mine. Ain't fair. Ain't anything more to say.
CLASSIFICATION: This series just gets stranger and stranger
NOTES: This was actually another improv from Having a Thought - Improv: Sepia, wish, memory, revenge - Written : 11/12/2000
DEDICATED: The improv group for letting my insanity loose!
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Laying back against the cool side of the tub, Darla sank into the steaming water with a sigh of pleasure, savouring the silence that surrounded her for once and enjoying the heat of the water seeping through her cool skin.
Her hands moved beneath the surface, sending ripples moving across her body, fluffy bubbles covering her to her neck.
For once, Spike was out of the house along with his demented ‘dark queen’ and she – Darla – had privacy. Finally. Peace and quiet and no stoned, half-drunk bleach-blonde vampire trying to play stupid pranks on her again.
Raising one dripping hand, her fingers trailed along the cool marble of the edge of the bath, a small smile curling her lips, her eyes half-closed in relaxation until she heard the crash of the door opening downstairs and the pounding of feet in the hall.
“Crap!”
Her hands plunged beneath the bubbles again, one arm flung hastily across her bare chest, the other lower, just as the door of the bathroom flew open, revealing her erstwhile grandchilde, grinning inanely at her.
“I’m not disturbing you, am I?” He demanded with a fiendish chuckle, his eyes flicking down her bare body. He was still waiting for a chance for revenge after the hair incident – a memory that was burned into his scalp as well as his mind. He had only made her hair go sepia for a few weeks. Now, he was stuck with the bottle-blonde look for months, at the least.
Glaring at him, Darla shifted, trying to sink further beneath the waning cover of bubbles, the soft mass of soap on the bottom of the tub making them sizzle and hiss out of existence. “I wish you would just get an unlife and leave me alone.” She snarled.
“Why so touchy?” Her grandchilde grinned brightly at her, running a hand over his newly-cropped, bleached hair. “It’s not as if you didn’t used to walk around naked…unless…” A wicked smirk crossed his face as he rose, peering into the bath. “You’re hiding something…”
“Spike!” Squealing, she folded her body up, her arms concealing as much of her as she could manage, her eyes narrowing threateningly at him.
Grinning, he bent over the side, rolling up his sleeve and probing the water with his hand, a twinkle in his blue eyes.
“Get away!” Swatting at him, she pulled away, cringing back against the side of the bath, out of his reach, she hoped.
“What’s this?” A surprised look crossed his face, moments before her fist connected with his jaw, sending him hurtling across the room and smashing into the wall. Sliding down to the floor, one hand gripped his chin, checking for bone-breakage. “So,” He smirked cockily at the vampiress in the bath. “I’ve found your deep dark secret out.”
“Deep dark secret?” Crossing her arms around her knees, her thighs pressed against her torso, she hissed at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
In an instant, the young vampire was across the room, his hand plunging down between her thighs and grasping at the object her had felt a moment before, a triumphant grin on his face, as he raised his eyes to hers.
“You know,” He purred. “You really shouldn’t have one of those, pet , what with being a big, bad vampiress.”
“Piss off!”
Straightening up, Spike knew what this little discovery could do for his terrifying grandsire’s reputation among the rest of the gang. She also knew too well what it could mean, that much was clear in her expression.
“There’s no shame in it, ducks.” He said the petname with deliberate emphasis, for the pleasure of seeing her seeth as he hastily edged towards the bathroom door.
Dying her hair sepia had been bad, but he knew that if he didn’t manage to get out of here soon, she wouldn’t neglect to dust him to hide her little secret. This was so much worse for her than having icky-coloured hair.
“You tell a single demon, “ She whispered dangerously, “And I swear on your unlife I’ll rip your knackers off and make you eat them.” Her eyes blazed gold.
With a nod, he slipped out of the room, trying to hide the grin on his face, leaving one of the terrifying Scourge of Europe – the powerful and brutal Darla – to play in the bath with her little, yellow, rubber ducky.
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