SERIES : Eight Months to Eternity
PAIRING : Faith/Spike, later
Faith/Raven, possibly Spike/Raven
RATING : NC17
SPOILERS : just that the school
was blown up and Spike has the chip at first.
DISCLAIMER : I do not own these
characters.
NOTES & WARNINGS : a little
bloodyplay and murder throughout the series.
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Chapter 3 :
The Golden Gate
She languidly stroked his dick through
his jeans. He pet her hair as she drifted off to sleep. He looked out the
window at the dark expanse of emptiness. They would be arriving in San
Francisco in now four hours. He recalled with fondness her recount of her
exploits at the Initiative. She went alone and snuck in, the same place he’s
snuck out. He was waiting for her and when she came out she was like a child at
Christmas. Her eyes were wide as she told him how she’d grabbed the commanding
officer and beat the shit out of him until he gave her the name of the man who
created the behavior modification chip. The scientist lived in San Francisco
and they were going there to surprise him.
He looked down in his lap, where
her heading was resting. She was beautiful; she was strong and full of life. He
needed that. He missed that. He thought the only dark goddess he could ever be
with was Dru, but that was clearly not the case. Faith had life, and warmth and
sanity, three things Dru could never possess. He was better off without her.
That was for damn sure!
He put his chair back and closed
his eyes, content to have her beside him, her warm hand on his cock, throbbing
for her heat.
She stirred when the bus came to
a stop and she opened her eyes, looking out the window. She’d never seen the
bridge before, but there it was, larger than life. “Spike, baby, wake up.” She
nuzzled his crotch and slowly sat up. “Baby, look, the Golden Gate Bridge,
we’re here.” She leaned over him and felt his hand on the small of her back,
slipping under her shirt.
He kissed her forehead. “Morning
Luv, sleep well?”
“Like a baby. How long until
sunrise?”
“Half an hour.”
“I hope we have enough time to
find some place to stay.”
“If not, you can find a place
and leave me in the shade or in the sewers or some place.”
“And you need to feed too.”
“I’m fine.”
“No, Spike, you’re not. You’re
thin as a rake, and it’s not very pretty. We’re going to bulk you up, I don’t
wanna fuck a wimp.”
“A wimp?” He asked, cocking his
eyebrow.
She smiled, “Did I say that? I
meant a hunk of raw sexual power. Yeah, that’s what I meant.”
“You...” he grabbed her and
their tongues dueled, first in her mouth, then in his.
*************
“I have to go to the bathroom.”
She said, and he carried her bag and followed behind her.
“Like a fuckin’ lost puppy.”
“What?” She stopped and faced
him.
“Carrying a bag and following
you like I’m a bloody puppy.”
“You’re my puppy, but you’re
more like a wolf, a bleached wolf. But not for long baby. I promise.”
He followed and they were almost
to the bathroom when she walked by a phone booth. She walked over and
nonchalantly grabbed a man by the throat and dragged him into the bathroom.
“Come on.” She told Spike. The bathroom was empty and he heard the snap of the
man’s neck and she left him on the floor while she peed. “Bon appetite.”
Spike was on the man in seconds,
his fangs at his throat. The blood was so warm and it gushed into his mouth and
felt so good sliding down. She walked around him to get to the sink to wash her
hands. When the man was drained, Spike stood up and Faith was sitting on the
sink filing her nails. “Done?” She asked him, looking up for a brief second.
“Yeah, thanks Luv.”
“No problem. Need more?”
“I’m fine.”
“Kay, let’s go find this guy’s
office.”
*************
He followed her into the lab
where there was a plump man humming to himself. “Excuse me, I’m looking for
Doctor Bernhart.”
The man turned around the face
Faith. “We have security here, how did you get in?”
“Are you Doctor Bernhart?” She
asked again.
“Who are you?”
“Just answer the damn question!
Are you the good doctor?”
“Yes. Now leave.”
“That’s not gonna happen.” Faith
took a knife out of her pocket and began cleaning her nails with it. “You see I
have this friend, actually he’s more like a lover, and he’s got this little
problem, which I understand you’re responsible for. So we’re here so you can
fix it. If you do, we’ll leave no problem at all. If you refuse, you’ll have a
very big problem.”
“I’m going to call security.”
“I wouldn’t bother, they’re dead.
They really should pack more weaponry. Don’t you think?”
“Who are you?”
“Name’s Buffy, Buffy Summers.
Pleased to meet you.” She extended a hand and flashed Spike a wicked smile.
“That’s my friend Angel. Now are we gonna have a problem or not?”
“What do you want?”
“Like I said, I have it on good
authority, that you know something about behavior modification chips.”
“Oh god.” The color in the man’s
face disappeared as he sat down. “Who?”
“Me mate, and I’d appreciate it if
you don’t mess up the hair line, I’m kinda partial to it.”
*************
“So when will he wake up?” She
asked. She’d been pacing the entire time the doctor operated. He’d knocked
Spike out and drilled a small hole into his forehead near the hairline.
“A day or so I think.”
“Okay, so do you play poker?”
She asked.
“What?”
“You didn’t expect that you’d
leave did you? It’s you and me until he wakes up and can hurt people. After
that, the problem is solved and you’re free to go. You’ve got my word.”
“Fine.”
*************
She was pacing back and forth
beside the bed. Twenty-five hours. It had been twenty-five hours. She looked at
his peaceful face and caressed his cheek before pacing again. The hole in his
head was almost completely healed thanks to an IV giving him her blood, and his
natural vampire healing. She bit her nails and paced, waiting.
“You’re gonna wear a hole in the
floor Luv, and then where would we be?” He whispered.
“SPIKE!” She pounced on and
kissed all over his face. “You’re awake! I was so worried. Are you okay?”
“Fine, I think. Got a bit of a
headache, but I’m okay.”
“Bite me.” She said.
“What?”
“Test it. Bite me.” He vamped
out and sank his fangs into her neck. Her blood was an elixir that filled his
mouth and made him tingle all over. He was hard instantaneously and she ground
her hips against his. He retracted his fangs and smiled at her. “I guess it
worked.”
“Now where is the good doctor?”
He asked.
As if on cue, the door opened,
“Now Miss. Summ- you’re awake. How do you feel?”
Faith jumped off Spike and he
sat up, ripping the IV out of his arm. “I don’t know. Let’s give it a test.”
Spike grabbed the man before he
could get to the door. “She said I could leave.”
“I gave you MY word, not his.”
She said as Spike sucked the life out of the scientist. His body dropped to the
ground and Spike turned to Faith. “What?” She asked.
“I just wanna make sure we’re
still friends.”
“What? Why wouldn’t we be baby?”
“I’m not a puppy anymore. I’m
not gonna be.”
“Puppies are highly overrated.”
Chapter 4 :
All the Small Things
He sat on the edge of the sink
and watched her. She was meticulous in her task and he loved watching her. He’d
studied her earlier washing her face, and earlier eating her breakfast. She was
very neurotic about such things for being such a free spirit otherwise. She’d
eaten early after a night of blood for him. There was a small diner near their
motel and she’d said she was hungry, so they went in. The waitress placed the
spoons, knifes, and forks down with the napkin. He’d watched Faith move the
utensils and napkin around the placement for a good five minutes. The result
was that the tips of them were lined up in a perfectly straight line, and were
equidistant from the center of the placemat, she’d folded the placemat twice to
find said center. The coffee had been brought and she’d placed it directly on
the center point of the placemat. She’d then proceeded to take stir two packets
of sugar in and the cream. Then he’d watched as she took another packet of
sugar and kept shaking it and folding it before finally ripping it in perfect
halves and dumping one in the coffee. The other half was thrown in the
cigarette tray with the proclamation that, “I like two and half packets,
three’s too much.”
After stirring her coffee, she
didn’t place the spoon on the saucer, nor on the table. She took a napkin from
the dispenser, cleaned the spoon off, THEN placed it back on the placemat, with
it’s tip lined up with the fork and knife, equidistant from the center of the
placemat where the coffee mug was centered. Her eggs came, and he watched as
she moved the eggs about the plate, so they too were centered. Then she’d taken
the ketchup bottle and meticulously measured out five leveled off spoonfuls of
it, proclaiming, “two and half for each egg.”
What further amazed him was
while all this measuring and ritual took place, she had her feet in his crotch
under the table stroking him through his jeans, toes wiggling under his
jean-concealed sac, making him wanna throw her up on the table, directly in the
center, and lick each breast five and half times before entering her in one
point seven seconds, and THAT’S what he loved about her.
She looked up at him and smiled.
He was sitting on the edge of the sink, feet banging against the cabinet below,
fingers playing with the corners of his shirt. She’d been watching him. She
could remember sleeping on the bus, and the bouncing of his leg, in a fast
steady rhythm. She’d noticed that he always growled deeply before dropping the
body of his latest victim, and how he coped a feel while he did. She glanced up
out the corner of her eye. He was watching her. He’d done a lot of that lately.
She’d known that in the dinner and it was okay. Everyone had their
idiosyncrasies, and she was going to be with him for a while, he should know
she takes two and a half sugars. She’d watched him drink his coffee, six
sugars, and little cream, not stirred. He’d drunk it down quick and his leg
quickened its pace and as her toes and feet had played with his hard-on under
the table, she imagined him fucking her to that tempo.
She’d eaten her eggs while she
watched him smoke three cigarettes, which was okay, it’s not like he would die
from them. In between cigarettes, he’d taken the straws she’d left for the
water, and twisted and untwisted the wrappers until they were too frail and
ripped. He’d then set them on fire in the ashtray and played with the flames.
After the wrappers were burned, he’s taken the saltshaker and screwed and
unscrewed the cap a few times before shaking some on the table. He then licked
his fingertip and placed it in the mound of salt and raised it to his mouth.
His tongue had snaked out and sensuously licked off the dissolving particles.
It was all she could do to keep herself from throwing him up in the center of
the table and licking four tablespoons of salt from his skin before impaling
herself on him to that rhythm.
She looked up at him and caught
his eyes on her. “What?”
“I’m just watching.”
“I know.” She dipped the razor
in the water again and started at her ankle and dragged it up the length of her
leg, before repeating the process. *Dip. Drag, one two three four five. Dip.
Drag, one two three four five. Dip.*
He released the corner of his
shirt and looked to his side and picked up the dental floss container. He
opened it up and processed to take it apart and put it back together, before
taking it apart again.
“Done.” She said. He looked over
at her.
“Sure you got it all?”
She stood up out of the water
and turned to face him, spreading her legs, “it all depends, what’s your
preference?” She said indicating to her dark curls at the apex of her leg.
“I like you just the way you
wanna be.”
“Good answer, Lover, but right
now I wanna be wet and wild, so get over here.” He quickly put the container of
dental floss back together and set it down exactly where she’d left it.
She ripped his clothes off and
he stepped into the shower as she started the water. She leaned with her hands
on the wall, back to him, while the water wet her hair and drizzled down her
back between their bodies. His hands glided effortlessly to her breasts and his
thumbs ran over her nipples. The next thing she knew he was easing her thighs
apart with one hand, while the other ran over her entire body, every curve,
every scar, internal and external. His kissed the base of her neck where her
hairline stopped, and licked the nape of her neck and the warm water in his
cool mouth made her shudder and as he eased his fingers inside her tight
passage, she writhed and bucked against him in orgasm.
“So soon my Faith.” He
whispered, “so very soon, Luv.” He molded the flesh of her breasts in his hand,
while his fingers plunged inside her heat. She moaned softly and leaned back
toward him, leaving the side of her neck for his tasting, and he lavished it
with his tongue. One of her hands held her up against the wall, and the other
made it’s way around his body and she grabbed his ass and pulled him close to
her. He could feel the warm soft flesh of her ass rubbing against his erection
and he wanted her.
“Spike, please... make me cum...
be inside me... I’m lost without you.” She whimpered but she didn’t know what
she was saying and she didn’t care because he feel to his knees and took her
with him, and she leaned forward as he spread her thighs and eased inside her
ever so slowly. “Fuck yes... Spike... move me... stretch me... fill me up...”
she moaned as he did just that.
He set a slow rhythm this time,
which was severely different from before. Before they had fucked, slammed into
each other, pounded, ridden and other animalistic actions. They’d bitten, and
sucked, and fucked, and punched, but this was something different. He stroked
in and out of her, long, languid strokes for quite some time, as his hands
roamed her body and she moaned and squeezed his cock gently. It was as he began
fondling and squeezing her clit, as her orgasm swept over her, that she moaned
at her peak, “love you.” That he stopped short of his own release.
He stood up and got out of the
shower. She had never done it before in her life, not ever since her father
died, but as she felt him leave her body and her shower, Faith cried. She
stayed hunched over in the shower, still drunk on the euphoria of her orgasm,
with water carrying the tears down the drain. She pulled the curtain across,
not wanting to look at him. It was true. She’d never thought it possible
before, for her to love. She didn’t know the meaning of the word, but with him,
she knew it was true. But he’d left, which meant he didn’t share her feeling.
She closed her eyes and left the waterfall over her. She didn’t want to see him
leave, she couldn’t watch him get dressed and leave the room, so she kept her
eyes closed.
He stood, naked, waiting for
her, but realized she was crying. She was trying to conceal it but he could
hear her sniffles and soft tears and he opened the curtain. “Just go.” She
whispered.
“Why would I do that, Luv?” He
asked.
“Please, just go, don’t do
this.”
“Do what? Make love to you?”
She turned to face
him, eyes red, face wet. “What?”
“The first
time I make love to you, Faith, it will be in our *bed* not some motel
bathtub.” He offered her a hand and she slowly stood up, shutting the water off
on her way.
“You... you
wanna make love to me?”
“That’s what
you do to people you love, isn’t it?”
“You love me?”
She said, her voice meek.
“I do. I knew
it as soon as you ripped that packet in half this morning. Maybe I knew if
before but just didn’t have the words for it, couldn’t accept it, didn’t want
to. But I do now.”
She threw her
arms around him and held on dearly, as she had the night he’d met her. “I
thought you were gonna leave cause this was just a quick couple fucks. I
thought you might wanna go find Dru...”
“Never. Look
at me.” She pulled away and met his blue eyes. “Dru is over. She wants me to be
Angelus and I can’t be that for her. She doesn’t need me, she never did.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Make love to
me, Puppy.” She giggled softly.
“I’ll make
love to you, Pet.”
“What kind of
pet?” She asked as he led her to the bed.
“A bunny,” he
said thoughtfully, “a vampire bunny. All fluffy and cuddles on the outside, but
screaming and soft on the inside.”
He kissed her
deeply as they laid back on the bed together. His hands paid homage to every
curve once again, “you’re so beautiful, Bunny, so soft and creamy.”
She moaned as
he entered her once again, stroking in and out, finally finding peace among her
inner self. His coolness quenched the thirst and hunger her soul felt. It
soothed the fires that burned her from the inside and ate at her, while
simultaneously stoking a passionate fire inside her abdomen.
His body was
on fire. He hadn’t felt heat in so long it felt like he would burst into flames
any second. He felt her stretching around him, her engorged lips engulfing his
hardness. He felt them slowly warming and juicing him as he entered, beckoning
him inside, inviting him. He wanted to crawl inside and be there forever
feeding off the passion she had.
They moved
together, her back arching off the bed, her fingers trembling against his skin
as she moaned and yearned for more. He sunk into her warmth over and over
again, absorbing her heat, and just when he thought the pleasure couldn’t get
any better, she would lick his jaw, or caress his ass or thighs and he would
taken higher. Euphoria, ecstasy, bloody heaven was inside this girl, *his*
girl, his Bunny.
Their lips
collided, hands touched, her heartbeat was his rhythm, her panting and moaning
his song. He lovingly tickled her clit and she exploded around him, gushing
more than he ever thought possible, until he felt it leaking out and down his
penis, and still he glided in and out of her. He looked down to see her eyes
roll up and her face contort as she orgasmed again and again until her face was
the face of pure bliss itself. Only then did he spill his cool cum into her
body to quench her body’s thirst.
They laid in a heap of sweat and cum, tangled in each other’s embrace to sleep until afternoon.
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