"We're going to be late," Tara chided lightly as she stuck her head out of the bathroom for the fourth time to try to stir her lovers from the bed.
"Christmas party at the Slayer's, not my idea of fun," Spike grumbled, also for the fourth time, this time with his face half buried in the pillow.
Willow sighed and stretched and with a chagrined look on her face slid from the bed wearing only a skimpy pair of white cotton panties. As she turned to pull clothes from her dresser, she revealed a sprig of mistletoe woven into the design right above the mid-point of the back of the panties.
Tara tried to stifle a giggle as Spike's arms shot out and grabbed the redhead, dragging her back for a buzz kiss on her butt.
Willow wriggled her way free with a laugh. "Later."
"How about I just stay here and get all ready for that," Spike suggested with a lazy smile and a hand on his dick.
"How about you get out of that bed, put that away, and get in the shower," Willow scolded as she headed for the guest bath and her own quick shower, knowing that they'd never leave the house if they showered together.
"Scrooge."
"I heard that," Willow called from the hallway.
Sighing heavily, Spike rose and stretched and eyed Tara with appreciation as she emerged from the bathroom wearing only a pink silk teddy. "How about we both stay home..."
Tara rolled her eyes and pointed to the bathroom. "Just think about the present Will and I'll give you for going and, more importantly, behaving."
"Butt sex?" Spike crowed eagerly, hurrying across the room to the bathroom.
Laughing Tara swatted him on the butt as he passed. "You wish!"
"Only if you bottom, Spike," Willow called from across the hall, as she hadn't gotten in the shower yet and was eavesdropping.
Spike grinned in anticipation and decided that putting up with Buffy and crappy egg nog would be worth it if he could get a good reaming from his two favorite witches.
End