TITLE: The Missing Shower Scene
AUTHOR: Ragna (writinggoddess@aol.com)
RATING: FRAO. That means if you aren't at least 18, you shouldn't be reading this.
CLASSIFICATION: Spike/Other, heavy smut. Shower scene.
SPOILERS: Um...Dru's dead. That's about it.
DISTRIBUTION: Sure, just keep my name on it and let me know.
DISCLAIMER: If you don't recognize it, chances are it's my own creation. If you do, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kazui Sandollar, FOX and the WB own it or them. I'm just holding Spike, Xander and Oz hostage. You may see them by appointment only.
FEEDBACK: Sorry I'm not home right now I'm walking in the spiderwebs so leave a message and I'll call you back...in other words, I want it.
AUTHORS NOTES: The reason this fic is seperate fromt he main piece is because I wanted the underage fans of this series to be able to read "Just Another Day..." This is for those with the dirty minds who can legally read NC-17 fics.

***

The two of them had done a lot of things together when they had sex. It was partly because of his knowledge and her inexperience that he initiated a lot of it. Spike watched her carefully, as they headed towards the one area of the mansion that was Spike's alone, the bedroom. Alex smiled a little, letting him pull her a bit.

"You know, it is more fun if you walk next to me instead of behind me, pet," he said, stopping outside the bedroom door and pulling her close to him.

"I don't know...I sort of like you being in charge. Means less work and more enjoyment for me."

"Is that so?" he said, before capturing her mouth in a searing kiss. Their kisses...they were either sweet and gentile, or savage and passionate. There was no transition, not anymore. Not that either of them minded.

Both of them had barely bothered to get dressed as it was that morning, and Spike wasn't surprised, when he ran his cold hands under her shirt to caress her breasts, that she wasn't wearing a bra.

Her nipples hardening, she put her hands on his head to pull him closer as she arched into him. He'd always loved that reaction of hers, but, almost regretfully, he pulled back.

"Love, I do remember you said you needed a shower."

Alex pouted a little, but quickly shook her head. "Can't we have sex first?" But by then, Spike was already opening the door and pushing her inside the bedroom.

"Shower first," he prodded gently, then watched as she pulled the bathroom door almost all the way closed. He sat down on the bed, listening to the water start and watching the steam roll out of the bathroom soon after.

The door opened up a little. "Umm...Spike? Where's the soap?"

Looking at her, he saw part of her body wrapped up in a towel, her short red hair dripping wet, and he felt his cock harden at the sight of her. How she did that, looking so innocent yet so seductive, he'd never know.

"I'll bring you some in a minute," he said lustily, and she smiled. Her little plan had worked.

***

He wasn't an idiot...he knew she was luring him in there, to take a shower with her. But he'd initiated everything, from the first kiss to the first time they slept together. Maybe this was what she needed to be a bit more aggressive in this relationship.

And it surprised him that he thought of it that way, he thought to himself. The prophecies that bound them together...they could have stayed allies, nothing more, and still been able to work together. But, there had always been this attraction.

He pushed the thoughts out of his mind as he opened the bathroom door. The room was covered in steam, and part of him wondered just how hot that shower was. Of course, he'd find out soon enough.

"Glad you finally decided to bring it," she said through the shower door. He didn't see much, just a silhouette, but that was enough to arouse his lust to the point he thought he would explode.

"Well..." he began, then looked at her as she opened the door a little, showing off a wet, tan, firm body. He swallowed a bit, just at the sheer beauty of her.

"I haven't even washed my hair yet, you know," she said quietly, a small blush creeping up on her.

"Need help?"

She merely nodded, then watched as Spike divested the rest of his clothing and approached. He was an awe-inspiring sight, and she wasn't sure she'd be able to do much.

He noticed her staring, and the awkwardness she was radiating, but her knew lust would soon overpower that particular emotion. He stepped into the spacious shower, surprised at just how hot the water was.

"Turn around," he said, not trusting himself to speak much. She turned, so her back was against his chest, and he poured a bit of shampoo into his hand. Slowly, he massaged it through her scalp, loving the way she squirmed against him.

She started to moan a little, knowing she was getting wet, and not just from the water. There was something so...erotic...about this, something she'd never felt before. He guided her head towards the streaming water, and rinsed the shampoo out, holding a hand on the small of her back to keep her from slipping.

"Wow," she breathed quietly. He motioned for her to turn around, and in the same maddeningly slow fashion, started to put the conditioner in her hair. Her moaning grew louder, and quicker.

"Enjoying this, love?" he asked when she pulled her head back out of the jet of water. His answer was a kiss, wet and warm and open. She waited for him to open his mouth before slipping her tongue inside his mouth and letting him do the same.

With them being about the same height, his hardness rubbed against her core, driving her insane. She wrapped her arms around his now warm neck, pressing her breasts against him, until he pulled back.

He reached down and caressed her breasts again, getting the same reaction he had before. Her nipples tightened even though warm water was running in courses on them. Gently, he moved his lips to her neck and then trailed a few of the water drops to the tip of her breast, taking it in his mouth.

She lightly grazed his back with her short nails, the pleasure getting even more intense as he paid the same attention to her other breast. Alex arched against him, and he smiled as best he could. Pulling away once again, he was surprised that she started to whimper.

Looking directly in her eyes, all Spike could see was unbridled lust. It was a look he hadn't seen often, especially with her. She stepped a little closer, and began to run her hands up and down his chest.

He closed his eyes and leaned against one of the cold tile walls, waiting to see what she did next. He wasn't surprised when her hands roamed over his stomach, his abdomen...but he was surprised as he felt her hand enclose his rock hard shaft.

She's never done that before, he thought as she slowly moved her hand up and down, and the other hand lightly fingered his testicles. He groaned in pleasure, and pulled her close to him, capturing her mouth in a kiss.

"I want to be inside you...now," he said against her lips, and she offered no resistance when he picked her up. Bracing her against the wall, he impaled her, filling her and cutting off her moan by thrusting his tongue into her mouth.

He started to thrust, slowly, so that neither of them would slip. She dimly realized that she was in the shower, and the water was still running down at them.

"Spike...please..." she begged, the tightening that had been starting in her stomach and core starting to overwhelm her. He knew what she wanted, and started to speed up his thrust, causing her to moan again. Reaching a hand between them, her started to finger her clit, putting light pressure on it.

It was driving her crazy, the thrusting and the light pressure, and she arched against his hand, putting more pressure on her clit. That was all it took for her to clamp down on him, and she shuddered as an intense orgasm swept through her.

Spike lightly licked her neck, then changing faces, bit into her neck, feeling her blood flow into him as he joined her in an equally intense release.

As the shaking subsided, he withdrew, waiting for her reaction. Never before had he drawn blood, and he hoped she knew he didn't want to hurt her. Ever.

"Spike? The biting...why didn't you do it before?" she asked weakly, slumping against the wall. Spike caught her before she sank to the floor, and embraced her.

"It takes a lot out of the person being bitten, as you just found out love," he murmured into her ear.

"But...wow. Will you do it again?"

He nodded, then kissed the two small wounds he had made. "C'mon, love, why don't we get out of the shower now?" She shook her head.

"Not till I get another kiss," she said stubbornly.

"I'm only too happy to oblige," he said, capturing her lips in a sweet, tender kiss.

***

As they finally stepped out of the shower, both of them grabbed a towel. It was only then that Alex noticed the bar of Lever 2000. "You know, I really didn't need that."

He took her towel, which was starting to fall off, and rewrapped her in it, his hands lingering when he was done. "I figured that much."

"I knew you were smart," she said as she felt him start to nibble on her neck again. "And, you know, I never did get to use any soap in that shower." Her eyes twinkled with what Spike only assumed were the dirtiest of dirty thoughts. Which were running through his mind as well.

"Love, want to take another shower?"

"Maybe later. Right now, there's a bed being ignored...we could fix that."

Spike chuckled a little. "Don't you need any rest?"

"Nope. That's why I know the magic."

He picked her up, bending down to kiss her again as he opened the door and laid her down on the bed. Even though this was going to be a hard day for him, right now, he was as happy as humanly possible.

Or inhumanly, in his case, he thought wryly as he slowly pulled her towel off. Pulling back, he looked at her. "One question, love."

"What?"

"Where'd you learn to give such a great hand job?"

"That secret, lover, is going with me to my grave. Now, kiss me again."

Shaking his head, he did as she said, surprised and delighted by this change in her personality. And anticipating what else she could do...