Bathing

Not just any bathtub, but one filled with bubbles.

Spoilers: General
Rating: PG
Characters: Angel

Disclaimer: These characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and many others.
Notes: Written for Em, who requested, what else? A bubblebath.

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He was in a bathtub. And not just any bathtub, but one filled with bubbles. Sweet smelling, Cordy-scented bubbles. /Pink/ Cordy-scented bubbles.

It didn't get much worse than this.

Nearly 200 years in this world and he'd never been so thoroughly emasculated. Not even when he'd been enslaved by that one demon, the one who had… No. He wasn't going to think about that. It had been humiliating. Demeaning. Embarrassing.

Besides, this was worse than that. Far worse.

Because all it had taken was one of /those/ looks from her and he'd capitulated like a little girl. And now where was he? Sitting in a pink, girly-scented bubble bath. The next thing you knew, he'd be skipping through a meadow picking daisies because of her.

This had to stop. He was a grown man. Vampire. Whatever. The point was – he'd seen things. Done things. He'd faced more demons than he could count and had lived to tell the tales. He'd survived the plague. He'd made it through the Boxer Rebellion. Hell, he'd faced down an apocalypse. Two!

He needed to put his foot down and end this ridiculous notion of hers that all she needed to do was bat her eyelashes at him and he'd do whatever she asked.

But first…

"Cordelia! Where's the bath pillow?"

~End~

Posted by Cassie on 11:27 AM