COAUTHOR: Evil Willow
SERIES: Black Dove
PAIRING : Faith/Spike
RATING : NC17
SPOILERS : Revelations, after that
it’s alternate universe
DISCLAIMER : I do not own these
characters. Nor do I own “Black Dove” (Tori Amos), “Cruel” (Tori Amos),
“Closer” (Nine Inch Nails).
NOTES & WARNINGS : bloodplay,
S&M as well as mentions of child abuse and rape
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Part Nine
Sunnydale Cemetery #15
10:10 pm
He had to get her out of his mind. He barely remembered the
previous night. He remembered beer and sex and sweat and come. The more he
tried to remember, the angrier he got for not being able to. They’d fucked all
night, of that he was sure. He vaguely remembered passing out after she said
she couldn’t come again. The details of her body eluded him and he desperately
wished to see her body, to engrain it into his memory.
A slayer. The Chosen One to fight the vampires, demons and
the forces of darkness. There had been two at the church when he’d restored his
Drusilla. He knew had Dru killed one, obviously not Buffy, so another must have
been called. The new one was Faith. But Faith was not an average ‘demons bad,
humans good’ kind of slayer. She’d stolen that man’s money without a second
thought. She was stronger than Buffy, perhaps not in experience but in will. He
could tell. One hundred years of studying humans had given him certain
insights. Faith was a force to be reckoned with. And if hot mind-numbing sex
was what that reckoning entailed, he was up for the challenge.
He was walking through the cemetery, hoping to snag some newly
risen fledglings. He needed minions, and lots of them, to keep Buffy distracted
while he played with his new toy. Unfortunately, there were no newly dug
graves; so he decided to head back to the No-Name for a drink, when he heard
voices. The Slayers’ voices in particular.
“Shut up!” Buffy yelled. “You’ve been babbling all night,
probably scaring away all the demons. If I *knew* where Spike was, I wouldn’t
be here with you, wandering the cemeteries!”
“Well, look at it this way, if you’re here with me, then you
know I’m not off somewhere staking your lover-vamp.”
*Interesting. She lectures Betty on fucking vampires, even
after what she did with me last night.*
He saw the death-look Buffy gave Faith, and realized things
were about to get VERY amusing. He hid behind a large tombstone to watch the
two girls’ confrontation. Faith laughed and dodged as Buffy threw a punch. She
did a sweep kick, knocking Buffy to the ground on her ass.
*How refreshing! Buffy on her ass!* Spike repressed the urge
to laugh at the sight.
“Still think you can beat me, B?” Faith taunted. “When are
you gonna learn?”
He watched as the two girls jumped to their feet and got
stakes ready for the vampires who were closing in on them. Spike watched as the
girls began fighting. Buffy went for the traditional fight, holding the stake
prepared to dust. Unfortunately for her, fortunately for him, the vampire had
other plans. When she kicked at him, he then grabbed her leg and twisted her
around and to the ground, knocking the wind of out her. He grabbed Buffy
quickly and threw her on top of a park bench.
Spike smiled to himself and went back to watching Faith. She
was fighting, not to kill, but fighting for the sake of fighting. He could
smell the vampire’s blood; he could see it on her fists. She was laughing the
whole time. He inhaled the scent of blood and detected the slightest hint of
sex, Faith’s sex. He was doused in her aroma still and he could smell it
emanating from her now.
*She gets off on fighting?*
Faith continued to beat on the fledgling until he was in a
heap on the ground, and then she finally thrust the stake home. She looked
around and saw Buffy.
“Help me!” Buffy
pleaded. *Please don’t* was Spike’s thought. Faith walked up to the vampire.
“Help me!” Buffy yelled again.
“What’s the magic word?” Faith asked with a grin.
Spike chuckled at the way that Faith was playing with Buffy,
as if she’d heard him. She was playing with Bitchy the same way she’d played
with the fledgling eariler. *This girl is too much!*
“Fuck you!” Buffy yelled.
“That would be two words, and neither of them magic,” Faith
said, shaking her head and sighing. “Oh, oops!” she let the stake fall from her
hands. “Sorry, B. I dropped my stake,” she giggled. She looked down at the
ground, “Damn. Where did it go?”
“Dammit you bitch! Do something!” Buffy screamed, still
struggling against the vampire.
“Hmmmm,” Faith was still pretending to look for her stake.
If he hadn’t already been interested in developing a
‘relationship’ with the girl, he was convinced now. The relationship he had in
mind was somewhat complicated, and generally consisted of fucking whenever he
wanted. Bloody hell, whenever she wanted for that matter. This slayer certainly
had a dark side to her. She enjoyed violence. She enjoyed hurting. She’d
practically begged for him to pound her into oblivion the previous night. THAT
much he remembered. That and how tight she was, hot and tight. At the thought
of it his jeans grew tight and he wanted nothing more than to bathe in Buffy’s
blood with Faith.
A growl and the sound of his sire’s voice snapped him out of
his reverie. Spike growled himself as Angel knocked Faith to the ground
effortlessly. “Nobody messes with Buffy while I’m around,” the Great Pouff
himself said, before stooping to grab her stake and then disposing of the
vampire.
Buffy hugged him, and said, “Thanks.” She looked over to
Faith, “*Somebody* was supposed to be watching my back, but didn’t. Big
surprise.” She turned back to Angel, and linked her arm through his, saying,
“Walk me home?”
“Sure,” Angel smiled down at her, and the two walked off
together.
Faith’s apartment
10:50 pm
He was in turmoil. He hated his sire. The thought of his
sire shagging the slayer made him sick, yet there he was walking to the other
slayer’s room. He opened the door and stripped down to his jeans. He laid on
her bed, eyes closed, hands clasped on his stomach.
Perhaps it wasn’t the thought of shagging a slayer, it was
the thought of shagging THAT one. Buffy wasn’t particularly beautiful by his
standards. Sure she was pretty, but he’d seen some demons more appealing. It
all depended on tastes, course his sire had always had a thing for blond women.
Buffy was pure and chaste and innocent, none of which appealed to Spike.
But Faith? Faith was a work of art. She was dark and
gorgeous and had a much better body than Buffy. Faith had a full figure, she
had something worth showing off. The tube top from the cemetery clearly showed
off her ample breasts and her blue jeans were tight, showing off her incredible
ass and impressive thighs.
He heard her key in the door and it opened. She turned the
lights on and he saw she was pissed. He could still smell her sex, radiating from
between her legs. He watched and smiled as she looked him over. Her eyes
floated over his chest and met his eyes and she was mad.
“What are you doing here???!” she demanded.
Spike chuckled. “I’d think that was obvious, Luv,” he said.
“I was waiting for you.”
His jeans were so tight, he didn’t think he could possibly
get any harder. Her nipples were hard, he could see them through her tube top.
He wanted to rip it off of her and suck on them.
*Bad Spike.*
“How did you get in?!” She asked throwing her keys on the
table beside the door.
“‘Get in here, Swilliam, I wanna fuck you until you beg me
to stop’,” Spike smiled at the thought. She rolled her eyes.
“Get out!” she yelled. “I’m warning you, I’ll dust you.”
“No you won’t,” Spike could smell her.
God she wanted him. She was trying to decide between a quick
fuck and her principles and it was damn hard! Her eyes swam down his body. HE
was damn hard. She could see the outline of his erection, pressing into the
jeans that confined him.
“Like hell I won’t!” Faith retorted angrily. She couldn’t
let him win.
He was laying on her bed, ten feet from her, and could feel
the heat radiating from her cunt. Spike found himself really wanting to fuck
her again. *Okay, so I wanted to fuck
her before I got here, that outfit just made it worse*
She was in turmoil again, he could tell. There was a spark
between them, she felt it too, he knew she did. Perhaps it was because he
hadn’t had real good sex since before Prague. Or perhaps it was because she was
the slayer, a forbidden treasure with a wild side. She’d certainly enjoyed the
rougher side of sex, the kind he had to offer her. He wasn’t sure if she would
kill him or take him up on his advances.
*Is she worth getting staked for?* He asked himself. *Hell yeah!*
He got up and approached her. He backed her into the door
and put his hands on the wall on either side of her head. “So, what do you say,
Luv?” he asked with a grin as he ground his pelvis against hers. “Up for a
little fun?”
Part Ten
Faith’s Apartment
Slaying, fighting, in general had always made her horny,
that’s what she’d said to Buffy. That was the truth and fighting with Buffy had
made her horniest. He swept in to kiss her, but she turned her head away.
*Girlfriend.* The word rang through her head. True vampires
didn’t really keep official girlfriends, they kept mates. *So if he has one,
where is she? Who is she?*
She had a choice to make. Fuck now and ask questions later,
OR ask questions and fuck, OR kick him the fuck out, OR stake him. She’d never
had these questions in front of her with someone’s hardness pressing into her
jean-covered pantiless pussy. She’d had many defining moments in her life, but
this particular moment boiled down to one simple and undeniable truth: she
wanted to get fucked.
“I am, but are you?” She said before plunging her tongue
into his mouth. Her arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to her.
His tongue answered hers back, stroke for stroke; and soon she was so wet body
temperatures didn’t matter, only fucking.
She slid her hands down his muscular arms and slid them into
his back pockets. She squeezed his muscular ass and at that point she knew she
had way too many clothes on. Apparently he’d had the same thought cause he
barely broke the kiss and the tube top was off and on the floor.
Bloody hell if this didn’t feel good! Cause it did. Too
good. He’d gone so long without contact from a woman that he’d almost forgotten
what one felt like. He was much happier he would remember this. His hands were
everywhere at once, devouring her creamy flesh as they made their way to the
bed.
Her hands were at his zipper quicker than he knew was
possible and as they crashed on the bed she’d succeeded in pushing them to his
knees. He kicked the jeans off and his cock rubbed against her jeans and it
felt so good. But he knew what would feel better. His hands strayed down her
back and she got up on her knees for him so he could unzip her jeans.
Her eyes were filled with lust, uncontrollable undeniable
lust. For him. All for him. Not for Angel, not for Angelus, for HIM. It was
something he’d always doubted about Dru. He had been devoted to her but
sometimes he wondered if she’d ever felt that way at all. Had he just been a
substitute for Angel? And for that matter, had she been the same? Had he stayed
with her cause she was the closet thing to his sire he could have? Not that it
mattered. Those days were long gone. His sire was dead, never to return. And so
was Dru.
A harsh slap on the face brought him back to reality and
made his cock jump.
“If you’re not interested you can leave, but if you are then
pay attention.” She ordered. He looked down at her bare sex.
*When did she lose the jeans?* He was about to ask when she
laid on top of him and her hair uncased his head as she kissed him. *Fuck now.
Ask questions later.* It seemed like a good plan.
She crawled up his body until her cunt was over his mouth
and his tongue flicked out on her clit. She was wet, no, correction, drenched.
*She really DOES get off from fighting.* His kind of slayer indeed.
His arms pawed at her ass and hips as his tongue delved into
her tight passage and she bucked against him.
*B had a good idea.* She thought as she slammed into his
face, forcing his tongue deeper. The coolness of his body excited her and
cooled her down. *Fucking vampires is the way to go.* Surely she couldn’t fuck
any other guy like this, it would hurt them. But Spike was different.
She pulled off him and he growled. “What?” She asked. “Tell
me what you want.”
“I want you to come all over my face. I want you to shriek
my name as you do and then I want you to lick it off as you fuck me into
oblivion.”
His words excited her to the point of orgasm and one flick
of the tongue sent her over the edge. She gushed all over his face and he drank
what he could in and licked the rest off her thighs and she went reeling into
another orgasm.
*She likes to talk dirty.* He thought smiling to himself.
She crawled back down his body and impaled herself on his
cock gasping as it filled her. She was so hot, he’d forgotten what mortals felt
like. She squeezed him in ways he didn’t even know were possible before she
began slamming her hips into his. He met her thrust for thrust and he felt her
tongue at his face, cleaning herself off him. He hadn’t thought she would
actually do it.
He’d never experienced anything quite like it. *She’s
fucking licking it off my eyes!* It was probably the most erotic thing that had
ever happened to him and that was saying a lot. He’d done his fair share of
fucking.
He licked the sweat from her neck, as she continued cleaning
his face like a mother cat would a kitten. He took a nipple in his mouth and
lavished it with his tongue as she continued to slam onto him with brutal
strength.
He bit her nipple and she screamed. “FUCK!”
“That’s exactly what we’re doing Luv.”
“Let’s do it harder.” He hadn’t thought it possible to do it
harder, but she succeeded and in doing so he was able to penetrate her deeper. “OH
MY GOD!” She screamed.
“God has nothing to do with it Luv. My name’s Spike.”
“Okay Swilliam.” She laughed a deep throaty laugh that made
him swell inside her.
She hadn’t thought it possible for him to grow anymore than
he was already, but she swore he did. And as he did, he began to purr. She put
her hand to his chest and felt it radiating from deep within. She thrust faster
and was panting and gasping for breath as she rode him at a gallop.
“Fuck Spike, I’m so close... please...”
“Please what?”
“My clit... please...”
“What about me?”
Without even giving it another though she punched him
fiercely and was rewarded by his golden-yellow eyes blazing into her. She
grabbed a breast and forced it in his mouth cutting herself on his fangs. He
began sucking greedily and his fingers immediately squeezed her clit and she
exploded around him as he suckled the wound on her unscarred flesh.
He licked the wound as her heartbeat returned to normal.
*The blood of a slayer! I got it willingly. She fuckin’ GAVE
it to me!*
The wound healed fast and he licked it clean as she
collapsed on top of him in a sweaty heap. He wrapped his arms around her and
she was soon asleep.
Part Eleven
Faith’s Apartment
5:30 am
She gradually woke up to cool arms around her. It was nice,
waking up in someone’s arms, granted he WAS a vampire and he could kill her at
any moment. It was a wonder she was still alive. Giles had said this vampire
had killed two slayers this century.
*Why not make it a third?*
Her head was nestled in his neck and she could smell her
come from the night prior. Her tongue darted out and she could still taste
herself on him.
“Someone’s up.” He said.
“I don’t know why. I usually sleep late. I’ve never been up
before sunrise.” Faith mumbled into his chest.
“I’m always up before sunrise.”
“Occupational hazard?” She quipped.
“Something like that, Luv.”
A part of her wanted to know why she was alive. Was actually
questioning when the fatal bite would come? Did he want her to be awake? To see
the fear in her eyes as he came all over her and killed her?
The world girlfriend was still in the back of her mind. Not
that she cared, cause she didn’t. She’d fucked plenty of guys who had
girlfriends and wives alike, it didn’t matter. She just liked to know. One
thing that bothered her was that B had said his girlfriend was somewhat crazy,
and strong. THAT perhaps bothered her most. She didn’t need some crazy
vampiress chasing her down. She had enough to contend with in B and Angel.
Although even if he didn’t have a girlfriend, she knew it
could never be anything more than a fuck. So why bother spending the day
entangled in each other when tonight might be the night she would have to dust him.
As much as she could go for another fuck, she shouldn’t.
*Last night was sweat and sex and mouths. It was him so far
deep inside me I didn’t think he’d ever be able to leave.* It was at that
moment, she realized he was still inside her. At that realization she began to
get wet. She started to quiver and she felt him begin to harden. She’d never
felt a guy get hard INSIDE her and it was incredible.
“So up for more fun, Luv.” He said thrusting his hips
upward.
*No. It can’t be.*
“Why don’t you just go?” She said as she tried to duck under
his arm but he caught her waist.
“That would NOT be fun, Luv.” He couldn’t understand it. She
was wet, he could feel it, she was hot and wet and he knew it. She knew it, and
she knew he knew she knew it.
*So why isn’t she writhing under you mate?* He posed a good
question to himself.
“My staking you wouldn’t be either, but those are your
choices.”
*Why must it always come to down to leave or die with
Slayers? Was it in the bloody handbook?*
He could hear her blood, pumping through her body and now
more than ever he wanted to drink from her again. Not to kill her, but to share
her life force. He wanted to possess it. Something primeval inside his being
wanted to make her his, keep her, own her. Her blood, her life, her body, her
everything. He’d never felt such desire, lust, rage, or want ever before. The
girl had a natural dark energy, he could feel it, it sang to his stolen blood.
He’d witnessed some of that darkness
She tried to get off him and he held tight to her hips. She
looked like she was near tears.
“Okay, I’ll bite w-”
“Promise?” She asked before she knew what she said.
*Where had that come from?* both wondered.
He raised an eyebrow at her and she realized he had a scar. “What
got your knickers in such a twist?”
“I don’t wanna talk about it.”
“Sure you do, come on.” He slid his hands around her played
with her nipples.
For a second she allowed herself to enjoy it but then tried
to pull away again. He grabbed her hips, refusing to let her go until he got
answers. And a fuck.
“LET GO OF ME!” She said. “THIS IS NOT HAPPENING.”
“Bloody hell, why
are you being such a prude about this? I wanna fuck, you wanna fuck, why don’t
we just f-”
“CAUSE I’M NOT BUFFY! I DON’T FUCK VAMPIRES! OKAY?”
“And I don’t fuck slayers, not as a habit anyway, but that
doesn’t mean we can’t have fun.”
“Just go find your girlfriend if you want fun. I’m sure
she’s wondering where you are.”
“My girlfriend?”
“Girlfriend, mate, it’s all the same. What did B say about
her? Oh yeah, she killed a slayer.”
“Dru? You’re not gonna fuck me causa Dru?” He started
laughing.
He realized she was not amused and stopped laughing as he
looked at her. “Oh come on! You’re listening to Betty now? Since when?”
“I saw a picture of her in a book.”
“So? That means she’s here?”
“So you don’t deny you have a mate?” She got up, and he let
her, still trying to read her mood. It wasn’t jealousy, she sure as hell wasn’t
the type. She stood and faced him, arms crossed over her breasts.
“I don’t. I HAD a sister. I fucked her, and stayed with her,
and took care of her, but she was never my mate.”
“That’s not what B said.”
“Betty doesn’t know jack about Dru, okay? You wanna know
about Dru, you go ask Peaches. He created her, he made her, he took her from
me, he made her hate me! THAT’S what happened with Dru.” He sat up and looked
at her, erection bouncing a little as he moved.
“So you’re not with her?”
“No. She left me for a fucking chaos demon. Have you ever
seen a chaos demon?” She shook her head. “They’re hideous. All antlers and
slime, it’s disgusting.”
“Sorry.” Faith shrugged, softening a little. All she’d
wanted to know was that she wasn’t going to have a psycho, pissed-off vampiress
after her.
“Don’t be. I’m sick of bein’ an Angel substitute. One
hundred years I gave her and did she ever love me? Did she ever do anything for
me beside drag me out of a burning church? Hell no and you wanna know why? I’ll
tell you why, cause of HIM.”
“Angel?” Faith was glad that she’d finally found someone not
on the ‘yay Angel’ bandwagon.
“Angel, my poof of a sire. So that’s why I’m here. He needs
to pay. You’d think he’d just stay in hell. That little soul of his must’ve
been perfectly content being punished. He musta loved gettin’ what he had
comin’.”
“He hasn’t got enough. I mean he’s a fuckin’ vampire! A
vampire and she goes and falls in LOVE with the guy! Could she be anymore NOT a
slayer?”
He just looked at her with that ‘are you serious’ look.
“Fucking is not the same as thinking about a future,” Faith
continued her rant. “She honestly sees them happily ever after, riding off into
the sunset. There’s only one problem with that scenario. I’m guessing her
honeymoon would be really disappointing with a pile of dust, you know? Kinda
takes the climax outta the whole wedding thing. B can just go to hell. I’m sick
of being the bad one.”
Spike smirked. He understood that sentiment, that was for
bloody sure. He began to realize that working with Faith’s anger at Buffy and
Angel could cause an interesting situation to develop in Sunnydale. One that
might work to his advantage.
It felt good venting. It was nice complaining and getting it
off her chest.
He patted the bed. “Come back to bed Luv.”
“Don’t you want me to close the blinds?” Faith asked. *I am
tired, but a nice fuck wouldn’tbe a bad thing before that sleep. Especially
since he doesn’t seem interested in draining me. Yet. Shut up!*
“That’d be good too, assuming I’m invited to stay the day.”
She walked over to him, threw him back on the bed and licked
his erection before saying, “you’re definitely invited.”
She hopped up and closed the blinds. “Let’s put this vampire
and slayer stamina to the test.”
“So we fuck?”
“We fuck.” She confirmed before pouncing on him.
Part Twelve
Faith’s Apartment
12 pm
Faith’s stomach growled. That was the first thing she was
aware of. She and Spike had had sex several times before finally passing out earlier
that morning. *Spike.* Faith realized he was the source of the cold arm across
her stomach.
She looked over at him, and couldn’t help wondering again
how much more of this would be fun and games until he felt like biting her. She
was mildly surprised he hadn’t done it already, it wasn’t like she didn’t give
him every opportunity. *Well, guess he did bite me* she remembered, and looked
at the twin bite marks on her breast. *But still, he didn’t drain me. Why?*
She rolled over on her side, and watched him. He was asleep,
laying so still, not even breathing. *Well, no shit Sherlock. He doesn’t need
to breathe.*
She pulled herself to her feet, wincing. *Damn I’m sore. I
need a nice warm shower.* She stopped to look back at him, then walked over to where
he’d put her stake earlier. *Just in case* she thought as she walked to her
bathroom with it.
She was enjoying a very warm, very relaxing shower when she
heard the insistent knocking on her door. “Oh shit,” Faith muttered. “Now
what?”
She stepped out of the shower, and wrapped a towel around
herself. She exited the bathroom, and saw that Spike was still sleeping the
sleep of the dead. He hadn’t even heard the knocking. Correct that, banging.
“Faith!” Faith winced as she heard the unmistakable voice of
Rupert Giles on the other side of the door.
*Oh bloody fuckin’ hell* Spike jumped up out of bed as soon
as he heard the voice of the Watcher. He’d been sleeping peacefully, surprisingly enough since he was
in bed with a Slayer. But he figured each of them had had about a hundred
opportunities to kill the other, and neither of them had taken it. So he’d
decided to take his chances, and passed out after they’d fucked each other
senseless.
He’d vaguely registered the sound of running water, and then
the knocking. Then the banging. Then he’d cracked his eyes open as he heard the
bathroom door open, hoping to see some more of that delicious, white, creamy,
flesh. *Since when did I become a poet?* he snickered. Instead, she’d been
wrapped in a fluffy, white towel. Then Rupert had made himself known. That’s
when Spike thought, *Oh bloody fuckin’ hell,* jumped to his feet and ran to the
first hiding place he’d thought of. The bathroom.
Faith looked over to the bed in time to see Spike jump up
and run to the bathroom to hide. When he was safely out of sight, she sighed,
and walked to the door. Giles was still banging and yelling.
“Yeah, yeah, I hear ya,” Faith muttered. She opened the door
to face a very angry Watcher.
He rolled his eyes at her first, then said, “Get dressed.
We’re going back to my apartment. We all need to discuss what is going to
happen next.” He crossed his arms in front of himself, and glared at her.
“What do you mean?” Faith asked, pointedly not asking him
in.
“I mean, that you tried very hard to get Buffy killed last
night,” Giles seethed.
“Oh please. She was hardly in mortal danger,” Faith
protested with a roll of her eyes.
Spike hadn’t really been interested at first. He was too
tired, and he was starting to sober up. Two very bad things for his mood. But
then he heard the Watcher start in on Faith.
“I mean, that you tried very hard to get Buffy killed last
night,” he heard Giles say.
Spike suppressed a chuckle. *Yes, she did. And she would
have succeeded if it hadn’t been for the Great Pouff.* Spike growled as he
remembered the way that the Slayer’s Puppy had smacked Faith hard enough to
send her to her knees.
He wasn’t sure why it bothered him so much. She was, after
all, a Slayer. *Not just any Slayer. This one could be ... what? Get over it
Spike. She’s a Slayer, you’re a vampire. It was a great shag, but you know
that’s all it was. Unless you want to mess with her head a little and stir
things up for the Scooby Gang. Now that has some definite possibilities for
Spike amusement.*
Faith tensed as she heard a growl from the bathroom, and
looked at Giles, but he didn’t register that he’d heard. He was responding to
her half-assed denial of what had happened the previous night.
“That’s not the way that Angel tells it--”
“You’re taking HIS word as gospel before you even *hear*
what I have to say????” Faith yelled. If she was going down, she was going down
fighting. “Have you forgotten what his evil twin *did* to you?!”
“That is beside the point,” Giles argued. “I’m tempted to
send you back to London right now, but I was persuaded to do otherwise. So--”
“Persuaded by who?” Faith was curious. She knew that B would
throw a party if she was sent away.
“By whom,” Giles corrected her irritatingly. “By Xander, if
you must know. He insisted that we give you a chance to explain things. He was
very adamant, in fact. So we’re all meeting at my apartment in twenty minutes.
I called several times this morning...” Giles trailed off as he saw that
Faith’s phone was off the hook. “Well, I see why I couldn’t get hold of you.”
“I was tired,” Faith said with a shrug. “Well, you wanna
come in and watch, or do you want to wait out here?” she said with a grin.
“Well, I should think not!” Giles sputtered.
Faith smiled, Ripper had retreated and Giles was back. For
now anyway. “I’ll be five minutes,” she said, and shut the door. She walked to
the bathroom, and found Spike sitting on the edge of the tub, looking like, pun
intended, Death warmed over. She snorted at the thought.
“It’s a regular party,” Spike whispered with a sigh.
Faith raised her eyebrow at him. She whispered back, “Look,
I’ve got stuff to take care of. You can stay here, I probably won’t be back
before sundown.” She went in search of clothes then. “I need to do laundry,”
she sighed, as she located the last of her clean underwear. She then threw on a
blue tank top and her blue jeans.
She returned to the bathroom, and saw from Spike’s
lust-filled eyes that he had obviously been watching her dress. She ignored
that whole train of thought as it would only lead to bad things since the
Watcher was outside.
“I want you gone by sundown,” she hissed. “This was...fun,
but I’ve got enough problems right now. If I see you out there, I don’t know
you. And you don’t know me. Got it?”
“Whatever you say,” Spike shrugged.
Faith nodded, glad he wasn’t going to argue. *I am glad* she
insisted to the nagging voice in the back of her head. She turned and walked
back to the front door.
“Ready for the firing squad,” she said to Giles.
Giles simply gave her a look and preceded her to his car.
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