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Answer to a challenge to use the words "the last time" in a fic.
Sighing, Willow glanced at the clock on her nightstand and, realizing it was nearly time, rose and walked into her bathroom. Mumbling under her breath, she began to pull the necessary items out from under her sink. She cursed as she realized something was missing, then stomped back into her room to retrieve them from her Scooby Doo medical kit (former lunchbox).
Looking over the assembled items, she nodded to herself, then leaned against the sink, arms over her chest, impatiently tapping her foot on the tile floor.
A few minutes later, he slunk into the room and gave her a sheepish look. Willow gestured for him to get his shirt off, a severe frown on her face. As he uncovered his gorgeous chest, she swiftly tamped down the surge of lust in her loins.
Grabbing him, she shoved him to his knees and forced him over the tub. "This is the last time, Spike." Reaching for the gloves, she yanked them on, then opened a bottle and poured the contents on his head. "God, this stuff stinks. I swear, I'm not doing this again."
"Pet," Spike whined. "It's too hard for me to do myself."
Wrinkling her nose, Willow scrubbed the foul stuff into his brownish hair. "Then turn a beautician, for God's sake."
"Did you just suggest I kill someone?" he asked, shocked.
"If I have to do this one more time, I'M gonna kill someone." Turning on the water, she picked up the telephone shower and shoved his head under the spray.
"Pet, you're drowning me," Spike glubbed.
"You're already dead; you can't drown."
He glubbed some more and she took a smidgen of pity on him and yanked his head out of the water, then turned it off. As he dripped on the bath mat, Willow grabbed a towel and flung it at him.
Stripping off the gloves, she tossed them away, then marched out of the bathroom. "You owe me big time, lover," she yelled over her shoulder. "I hope that peroxide didn't pickle anything important, 'cause you're gonna need certain parts to be in good working order."
In the bathroom, Spike grinned and rubbed his blonde hair with the towel, eager to prove to her that peroxide blondes made better lovers.
End