For
woman_of who wanted a drabble based on this icon:
Just something about their faces, Angel's amused smile and Spike's exasperated look. It all got silly I'm afraid and I didn't have enough words to turn it smutty. Rest assure, two minutes later it probably did. *g*
Bath time
“Scoot over.”
“What are you...? No! No way, mate. You're not getting in here! You're not... Angel!! Get your fat Irish potato arse out of my bath!”
“Uhuh. It's my bath. My apartment, my hot water, my tub. Oh, this is nice. Bubbles and candles and wine...”
“My wine!! My bloody wine! Put that down! Angel, I swear...”
“Didn't know you were such a girl, Spike. Is that lavender soap?”
“I had a bad day, all right? Nothing wrong with a bloke wanting a little quiet... No! Get your hands off Donald!”
“Donald?”
“Shut up! And give me my ducky!”