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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<“Faith? Where are you? Don’t hide from me.”>
///she was a
January girl
she never let on how insane it was
in that tiny, kinda scary house
by the woods
by the woods
by the woods//
<“You silly whore, you won’t ever be good enough. You’ll
always be second best. I’m the only one who can love a slut like you.”>
He looked down at her and smiled wickedly. He had an idea.
<“You little bitch!” The hand burned as it collided with a
seven year old cheek.>
<“Get the hell out of my house you little cock sucker!”
“But I’m your daughter.”
“You’re no daughter of mine. My daughter isn’t a little
whore. Get out and never come back. I hope you die.”>
She woke up screaming, “NOOOO!” She tried to get up, but she
couldn’t. She looked up, eyes staring back at her smiling. “NO! Please NO!” She
tugged on her chains. “NO!”
<“You know you want this Faithy. You’re a my precious
little whore, just be still, it’ll only hurt a second, then you’ll feel real
good.” He said as he slid his giant rod in between her small frail legs.>
“NO! GET AWAY! GET OFF OF ME! NOOOO!!!!”
Spike had no idea what was going on. She was screaming and
crying, thrashing around. She almost reminded him of... “GET THEM OFF OF ME!
LET ME GO!” She screamed and he unlocked the manacles quickly. She was up and
out the door with his duster faster than he thought possible.
She wrapped herself in the duster as she ran.
<“Don’t run from me little bitch! You’ll only make it
harder on yourself!” Little legs couldn’t carry her fast enough. She couldn’t
fly. She tried to fight, but it never worked. She wanted to get away. She had
to. But how?>
//black dove black
dove
you’re not a helicopter
you’re not a cop out either//
He took off after her as soon as he was dressed. They had
only slept for an hour or so, he had a good four hours before dawn. He inhaled
as he ran, following their smell. THEIR smell. They had a smell. It was
everything her, and everything him. It was theirs. He wasn’t going to lose
that. Every protective instinct Drusilla had perfected in him was awakened. The
girl was in trouble. She needed him. He didn’t bother to think about Slayer vs.
Vampire. He’d seen a scared little girl back there, the same look in her eyes
he’d seen too many times in Drusilla’s.
<“Are you Faith? I’m Frederick Perth the third. You must come with me. The
fate of the world rests in your hands.”
“Huh?”
“There are things you can’t imagine. Demons, monsters,
vampires, things from another world. It is up to you to stop them. You are the
Slayer, the Chosen One to fight. You’re the champion, the strongest fighter,
the one who can stop them.”>
She ran as fast as she could, but her legs were giving out.
They couldn’t carry her much longer and she fell to the ground.
“But I have enough demons. Why couldn’t you leave me alone?
Why? WHY?” She cried into an endless night.
//black dove black
dove
you don’t need a space ship
they don’t know you’ve already lived
on the other side of the galaxy
the other side of
the galaxy
the other side of
the galaxy//
He caught up with her, she was crying on the ground, wrapped
in his duster. “Faith?” He said quietly.
He fell to the ground beside her and she pushed at him,
struggling to get away. He knew this game, he’d played it before. He grabbed
her, and held her tightly, letting her hit him until she was spent. She cried,
and screamed and hit, and then eventually went limp. Then, as if worried she’d
take him up on her previous demands to ‘get the fuck away’, shegrabbed him
close. Her nails dug into his back as she struggled to hold onto him.
“I had to get away. It wasn’t fair. He hurt me.” She cried
into his chest. “It wasn’t fair. We were all alone. I tried to get away, but it
was too far and too cold, too lonely. I don’t wanna be alone. I didn’t wanna
be. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair.”
“Shh, it’s okay Faith. It’s okay. I’ve got you, no one’s
gonna hurt you.” He whispered into her ear.
“Someone already did.”
//she had a January world
so many storms not right somehow
how a lion becomes a mouse
by the woods
by the woods
by the woods//
He held her as she cried. She held on as tight as she could.
She couldn’t let him go. She wouldn’t. He could protect her. He promised he would,
and she needed that promise.
//but I have to get
to Texas
said I have to get to Texas
and I’ll give away my blue dress//
He held her and she slowly stopped crying. Her whole body
was shaking with fear, he could smell it. It was so overpowering. “Luv? Are you
okay?”
He started to release her but she held on tighter. “Please
don’t let me go. Never let me go.”
//she has a January girl
she never let on how insane it was
in that tiny kinda scary house
by the woods
by the woods
by the woods
black dove//
Faith tensed up then, at the same time Spike did.
*Fuckfuckfuckfuck* Faith looked up at Spike and knew from the look in his eyes
that he'd sensed it too. A demon. Then she saw the flash in his eyes, as he
hissed "Angel."
"Shit. Get away," she said.
He hesitated, not wanting to leave her.
"Spike, there's no way to explain this, please
go," she begged.
He sighed and nodded, knowing she was right. From what he
could tell, the girl had enough problems already without the Scoobies finding
out about her extra-curricular activities with William the Bloody. Normally,
he'd stay nearby, but Angel had a sense for him like he did for the Angel. He'd
be found. He gave her a quick kiss before running for the sewer system.
*She'll be okay. She's a smart one* he tried to convince
himself.
Faith pulled the duster around herself tighter and waited
for the moment of confrontation. *Shit, no clothes. Smart, Faith* she berated herself. Buffy and Angel rounded
a corner then and came upon her as she was getting to her feet.
"Faith?" Buffy, for once, looked genuinely
worried. "Are you...what's that?" she gestured to the duster.
Faith looked to Angel, his eyes were narrowed. *Fuck, he
knows. Come on, Faith. Tall-tale time.* She closed her eyes, and took a deep
breath.
"I--" she sobbed for good measure. "It's the
first thing I grabbed." *Come on Mike. Come out to haunt me now. I need
the motivation.*
She felt the tears begin to stream down her face. *Thanks.*
"I was walking back to the apartment. And he jumped out at me. Spike. We
fought, and he threw me against the wall. I must have blacked out. Because the
next thing I knew, I was tied to a cot in some basement room, and...."
<"I only tie you up when you run, Faith. Lately,
you're running all the time, though. You must like this, then." Faith
screamed as the hot wax dripped down on her bare skin.>
She fell to her knees crying. She couldn't talk. It was time
to just sleep. Sleep made it all go away.
"Faith?" Buffy hesitated. "He raped
you?" Her eyes narrowed. "I'll dust him," she said angrily. She
knelt before Faith and put her arm around the girl's shoulders awkwardly.
"Come on, we'll get you to the hospi--"
"NO!" Faith yelled.
Buffy jumped slightly at Faith's vehemence.
"Fine," she shrugged. "You are a Slayer, so the physical
injuries ... will heal. The other ones though--"
"I'll be fine," Faith said firmly. She let Buffy
help her up and met Angel's eyes again. They were still tinged with suspicion.
She couldn't do anything about that. Buffy believed her and for now that meant
Giles would. *That's all I care about. No going back to London then Boston for
me.*
"Just find him and stake him," she added, although
hoping that Spike would find a good hiding spot safe from the wrath of B.
**********
Angel and Buffy walked Faith back to her apartment and Faith
mumbled a thanks and walked inside. She showered, washing the cum mud and blood
off herself. She then managed to change the bed sheets before falling into a
deep sleep, exhausted by the roller-coaster of the past twenty-four hours.
She woke at 11 am, according to the alarm clock. She looked
over at the manacles sitting on the bedside table and shivered. *How much
longer is he going to control me?* she wondered ruefully. *I guess it's gonna
take a little longer to get over all his shit. Thank you Mike.*
She rolled over, and saw the slivers of sunlight peeking
through the blinds on the window. *I wonder if he'll be back. Or, like all the
others, will he run and not walk as fast as he can in the opposite direction of
Faith, Psycho-Whore?*
The knock on her door startled her. She got up, and looked
out the window. At a black wool blanket with legs. She pulled the door open,
and yanked him inside.
Spike threw off the blanket and made sure no part of him was
on fire. *Nothing's burning. Well...not literally anyway.* He gazed into her
guarded eyes and saw that she'd put the wall back up. *Just as well. I've done
the "taking care of broken women" routine before. Don't really want
to do it again.* he told himself. There was another voice in his head which
laughed at this, and he told it, *I mean it.*
Faith held back a giggle as she saw the smoke rising in
wisps from where his skin had gotten a little close to daylight. Then she
looked into his eyes and saw the concern there. She didn't want it. *It was
just a fuck, damnit* she wanted to scream at him.
The other part of her wanted him to hold her and protect her
from the memories though. As if anyone could do that. But she almost believed
he, better than any other man before him, could.
Spike pulled her into his arms then and she wanted to cry
again. She hadn't cried in almost five years. Not since the last time she'd let
Him near her.
<Chained up again.
"I won't stop until you scream." Cold, mocking
eyes.
Matches. Lit one by one. Dropped on pale, perfect skin.
She finally screamed. Begged. Pleaded. Cried.
He'd laughed, and dropped the matchbook on the floor. She'd
breathed a sigh of relief, but it turned into another scream as he'd entered
her.
She'd left the house that night, when he released her.
He chased her down, eventually. He always did.>
Spike could feel her trembling. "It's okay, Pet. I
won't let anything happen to you," he said gently.
Faith broke down at that point. She started sobbing and
clung to his shirt as if her life depended on it. He stood holding her, letting
her cry. *Good one,* the demon started mocking him, except this time, it took
on the voice of Angelus. *You sure know how to pick them, Spike. A loony
vampire and a loony Slayer. What a beautiful match!* *This loony Slayer will
help me kill Bitchy,* Spike told the voice, effectively stopping the mocking
again.
Faith eventually cried herself out and pulled away.
"Well, that was fun. I'm surprised you came back. I told B..."
"--that I raped you," Spike finished for her.
"It was the only logical explanation, Faith. I mean, who would believe
that you're shagging me?" he grinned.
"B would," Faith shrugged. "But I can't let
her think that. Not that I care what she thinks of me. But if she knew, then
she'd tell Giles and I'd be back in Boston quicker than I could say 'fuck me.'
And I'm not going back there." She walked over to the bed and sat down.
"Considering the fact that I put B and Her Puppy Dog on your trail in a
major way, you can stay here if you want. They definitely won't look for you
here. I'm going to take a shower."
*You've already showered. Doesn't matter, I'm still dirty*
Spike raised his eyebrow at her in surprise. He could smell
the fresh scent of her shampoo on her and her hair was still damp. He decided
not to comment though and jumped into bed and dove under the blankets.
Faith took that for a "Thanks Pet, don't mind if I do
sleep here today." She rolled her eyes and went to shower.
When she had finished showering, she returned to her
bedroom, not bothering to cover up with the towel. *Not like he isn't quite
familiar with this body by now.* She knew he was watching her as she pulled on
a pair of boxer shorts and a T-Shirt. She hoped he wouldn't try anything,
though. She was only in the mood for one thing, and that was sleep.
Spike waited until she'd slipped into bed under the
blankets. She laid on her side with her back to him, and whatever internal
demons had spooked her were obviously still present, because he could feel her
trembling still. He put his arm around her waist and felt her tense up. "Relax,
Luv," he said. "Just sleep." She relaxed, and let him pull her
back against his chest.
The trembling soon stopped and he felt her breathing slow.
Then, he drifted off to the sleep of the dead.
Faith was arguing with Buffy in the Cemetery.
"I'm the real Slayer!" Buffy said with that
annoying whine she'd perfected over the years.
"This conversation was old months ago, B," Faith
sighed. She punched Buffy in the face and then started walking away. She
skidded to a halt as Angel appeared in front of her though. She pulled out her
stake, but Buffy jumped on her back.
"Shit!" Faith struggled against the arms
tightening around her throat, cutting off her air. She saw Angel standing
nearby smirking. Then his face shifted and she realized who it was she was
really looking at. She slammed to the ground onto her back as hard as she could
and Buffy grunted and let go of Faith.
Faith rolled away, and circled Angelus. "You again.
Well, I won't say I'm *disappointed* that you're back. Because I actually get
to stake you now."
"Think again!" Faith heard Buffy's voice behind
her. Then everything went black.
She awoke in the Mansion, her arms trapped in shackles which
were hanging from chains suspended from a hook in the cieling.
"Ooh, goody. She's awake," Buffy grinned at her.
"Now can we play, Lover?" she turned behind her and Faith saw Angelus
step out of the shadows.
"HAVE YOU LOST YOUR FUCKING MIND, B?!" Faith
screamed at Buffy. "YOU FUCKED HIM!!"
"The soul wasn't worth it, if we couldn't have
sex," Buffy replied. "Besides, isn't that just the ... what's that
thing people say when something someone says could be said about themselves
too?"
"Pot calling the kettle black?" Angelus supplied.
"Yeah," Buffy nodded, grinning. "See, Faith,
Angelus here got jealous. Apparently Spike's *always* supposed to share his
whores. Since he wasn't in the sharing mood, we staked him," she shrugged.
"Well, I don't really want to watch Angelus fuck you, but I won't stop him
either. So I'm going to take a nap."
*No. Spike was supposed to protect me* Faith felt the panic
rising in her. She'd read the history of Angelus the Scourge of Europe, and didn't
want to be part of that history. Angelus smiled, and Faith knew he smelled the
fear on her.
Everything seemed to freeze as Angelus and Faith looked in
confusion at the phone that began to ring.
"Answer the motherbloodyfucking phone!"
Faith jolted awake at Spike's demand. She reached behind the
phone, and yanked the cord out of the wall.
Spike chuckled. "Or that's an option too," he
said. He pulled her back against him and he could feel the pounding of her
heart. "Must've been some hell of a dream," he remarked casually.
"They're going to find out about this," Faith
replied.
Spike knew she was changing the subject, but let it go for
now. He pulled her onto her back, and cupped her chin, forcing her eyes to meet
his. "And why does that bother you so much?"
"I told you," she said, sighing. "B and all
the Scoobies can go fuck themselves, for all I care. But that's in principle.
In reality, I want to stay here and that means I have to remain in Giles'
fucking good graces. I can't *do* that if he finds out I've been making a habit
of fucking a vampire. And not just any Vampire, William the Bloody, who is
Childe of Angelus the Scourge of Europe and generally known for his desire to
make B very dead."
"Okay... All that sounds nice and reasonable, except
for one thing, Pet," Spike said.
"I'm listening."
"Who says you have to be on the side of the Scoobies to
stay in Sunnydale?" he asked.
"As you so brilliantly pointed out the morning after we
first fucked, I have nothing if I don't have the support of the Watchers'
Council. How did you put it? Oh yeah. They find out, they drop me and I'm
reduced to selling my body for food money. Well, you were right. It's either
that, or go home. And trust me, the streets are better than home, any day."
She looked away and he sighed. *I will get it out of you,
sooner or later.* "Well, I was being an asshole, okay? You've got more
options than those two."
"Such as?" Faith eyed him with a questioning look.
*NO! Don't you fucking say this, you ponce!* Spike ignored
the demon's voice and said, "Such as I'm not hurting for money."
*Don't make me spell it out, I'd rather stake myself instead.*
Faith couldn't believe what she'd just heard. Was William
the Bloody asking her to ... what? *Be his whore, you idiot. He gives you a
place to live and then you have to fuck
him whenever and however he wants in repayment. And that's not much better than
home! So what if you get paid for it if you stay here, it still makes you a
whore.*
Faith got up out of bed, stripping the pajamas from her
body. She found her blue jeans and a red T-Shirt and started getting dressed.
She walked into the bathroom then and brushed her hair. She
found her wristwach and said, "Five o'clock. Time for me to go. Told B I'd
meet her and the rest at Giles' place. I'm sure she'll come check on me if I
don't. And we know that wouldn't go over too well."
Spike saw the coldness in her eyes as she glanced over at
him and knew that she'd misunderstood his offer. *Bloody hell. Why do I always
have to end up the ninny?* "Faith," he said.
She didn't look over at him, pretending she hadn't heard.
"Faith!" Spike got out of bed, and followed her.
"Would you look at me?" he stood behind her, arms crossed.
Faith turned and then jumped in surprise. Spike was standing
inches away, and she hadn't even sensed the approach. Her Slayer sense was
growing accustomed to his presence and didn't go crazy when he was near
anymore. Of course the lack of reflection in her mirror hadn't helped either.
"What the fuck?! Would you *not* sneak up on me?!" she yelled.
"I gotta go, I said," she added and tried to walk past him out of the
bathroom.
"Not so fast," Spike grabbed her arm and pulled
her back to face him. "Damn it, Faith. I wasn't saying I wanted you to be
my personal fuck-toy in repayment for me putting you up. That's not what I
meant, that's not what I want."
"What *do* you want?" Faith replied, throwing his
words from earlier that morning back at him.
Spike huffed in frustration, and said, "I want you, you
stupid chit!" He released her arms, and leaned back against the wall.
"I don't know why and I know this is probably the worst possible idea for
both of us. But there's something between us, Faith. I've sensed it for a while
now, and I know you have too. I don't know what it is, but it's something. And
I do know we'd be stupid if we didn't give this something a shot and see what
happens."
Faith stood looking at him, as if trying to read his true
intentions. Spike waited, wondering if she'd kick him out or give him a chance.
"You're saying you want us to live together?"
Faith asked. "Well, I'll live, you'll just unlive," she grinned.
Spike laughed. "That's what I'm saying," he
agreed. "So?"
"No strings?" she asked suspiciously.
"All I ask is you keep your slaying urges away from
me," Spike replied with a smile.
"I suppose I can do that," she shrugged.
"Good," Spike pulled her to him and kissed her.
"You were right earlier, though, they will figure it all out
eventually." he added.
"They can all go to hell, for all I care," Faith
replied with a shrug, letting him pull her against his bare chest. She was glad
he'd at least pulled on his jeans, she was not in the mood to go there right
now.
"You realize that can be arranged, Luv," Spike
said.
"Now *that* sounds promising," Faith said with a
smile before lifting her head and pulling his head down for another kiss.
"I really do have to go now. My little excuse this morning will get me out
of Slaying duty for a few days though, so I'll probably be back in a few
hours."
Spike let go of her with a sigh, and said, "Well, I am
hungry, so it's just as well."
*Feeding. Vampire. No, don't go there.* "Just watch out
for B. She's out to stake you in a major way now."
"Bitchy's been trying to dust me for a couple years
now, do you *see* fear in my eyes?" Spike grinned.
"Okay, I get it, you can take care of yourself,"
Faith said with a grin. "You're the big bad and Buffy should be afraid of
*you* not the other way around." She walked out into the bedroom, "So
lock up when you leave, okay?" She looked back to see him nod, looking
very edible leaning against the doorframe of her bathroom. *God you're
hopeless,* she mentally rolled her eyes at herself and walked outside.
**********
Two hours later
Faith had joined the others for dinner at Giles' apartment,
which of course consisted of pizza delivered by a doomed delivery boy. First Buffy
and Angel had fought off the vampires who then attacked the boy and then sent
him home. Then the "are-you-okay" brigade, as Faith had dubbed it
after the first hour, attacked her. And they went on, and on, and on.
"I'm fine," Faith said with a sigh. "For the
five hundred and twenty-second time," she added, looking pointedly at
Giles who had decided to ask this time. "Amazing how a little tragedy
makes me so popular all the sudden though," she said, narrowed eyes at the
entire group. She smirked at the downcast, guilty expressions of everyone.
Except Angel of course. *He's gonna be a problem, looking at me all
suspicious-like. Almost like he...nah, he can't know.*
"So things got a little out of control," Buffy
said placatingly. "What happened just made me realize we *are* still on
the same team, Faith." She smiled a sickeningly sweet smile and Faith had
the overwhelming urge to knock it off her face. *Think about something else.
Killing demons....Fucking Spike? Good. Better mood retrieved.*
"Well, I think you should take a few days off,
Faith," Giles said. "Let Buffy and the others deal with things for a
while. Perhaps they can track down and slay Spike."
"Perhaps???" Buffy looked at Giles in disbelief.
"Gee thanks for the vote of confidence, Giles."
"Fine, that's settled. This has been so much fun, but I
wanna go home now," Faith said, standing.
"Angel and I'll walk you," Buffy offered.
Faith tried to think of an excuse, any excuse to not have
the displeasure of their company any further. And then she was saved.
"You guys have patrol. I'll walk Faith home,"
Xander offered.
"Fine with me," Faith said, and walked out before
anyone could protest or Xander could change his mind. Given the choice of The
Perfect One and Her Vampire Puppy Dog, or Her Human Puppy Dog, she'd take the
Human Puppy Dog any day. Besides the fact that he didn't treat her like shit.
And that was probably because he had been the outsider of choice before she
arrived in Sunnydale; so he knew how it felt.
They walked to her apartment in relative silence, Xander
occasionally cracking a patented Xander-joke that Faith would snort at. A few
vampires jumped out at them occasionally, but none of them attacked Faith, just
Xander. After staking the tenth one, Faith said, "What the hell?"
"I was thinking the same thing," Xander said,
getting up from the ground where he'd been knocked. "Why am I the dinner
of choice tonight? I mean if I were a vampire, and I had the choice of biting
you or me, I'd definitely bite you--" Xander ground to a halt and blushed.
"Can we pretend I didn't just say that?"
Faith smiled and shrugged. "Go home Xander," she
said, as they reached her door. He smiled in obvious relief that she wasn't
going to tease him for his earlier comment. He then mumbled a goodbye and ran
off into the night.
Faith unlocked the door and walked in, not really surprised
Spike was still gone. *He's a vampire. Needs to feed. And you're the Slayer, so
why are you letting him? Shut up!* Faith turned on the TV as loud as she could
without getting yelled at, and flopped on her bed with a magazine.
******
Midnight
Spike dropped the fifth victim of the night, this one was a
blonde girl walking home alone. "Stupid girl," Spike said, regarding
the body. "This is why I love Sunnyhell. All you idiots *know* that you're
living on the Hellmouth. What person using at least ten percent of their brain
wouldn't? But even then, you all walk around at night, like this is such a
'nice, safe, little town', not even trying to protect yourselves. You deserve
what you get."
Feeling well-fed, he decided to go back to Faith's
apartment. He'd seen Buffy and Angel a few times that night, but had stayed out
of their sight. For now. He had plans for Bitchy and The Great Pouff, but he
could wait for the right time.
He arrived at the door and tried it; she'd kept it unlocked
for him. "Not the smartest thing to do in Sunnydale, Luv," Spike said
as he walked in. Faith was lying on her side on the bed, in a white tank top
and grey bloxer shorts, only half-awake. "I realize you are the Slayer but
taunting demons to 'come and get it' is not a good idea for anyone." He
sat down next to her, and brushed a stray lock of hair out of her eyes.
Faith blinked at him in surprise for a moment, wondering if
he even knew he'd said it.
"What?" Spike caught her puzzled look.
"The Slayer. Not 'A Slayer,' or 'The Other Slayer, but
The Slayer,'" Faith said slowly.
Spike looked into her eyes and decided that nasty and
sarcastic wouldn't work tonight. "Yes. 'The Slayer', Faith. You're twice
the fighter that Bitchy is and you're far more intelligent. Besides, you have
much better taste in men," he smirked at her.
"If I wasn't so tired I'd have some kind of witty
comeback to that last one," Faith said with a smile and yawn. "But
thanks."
"I'm still waiting for an answer as to the reason for
your death-wish," Spike reminded her.
"Oh, they won't," Faith said with a shrug.
"Who won't what?" Spike gave her a confused look.
"On my way back here, escorted by Xander, like he was
any protection," Faith rolled her eyes, "we were attacked by no less
than ten vampires. Not all at once, just the occasional stupid one. But not
*one* of them, Spike, even *tried* to kill me. And that's definitely not
something I've ever had happen to me before.
So I started thinking, 'What is it about me all of the
sudden that makes me so off-limits to vamps and demons? And it took me a while,
but I figured it out. It's the same reason Angel's been looking at me like he
thinks I'm dangerous. It's you, isn't it? Somehow they know we've been
together?"
"Probably," Spike agreed. "I've bitten you
more than once and we've had sex quite a few times. They can smell me on you.
And I *am* a Master Vampire, so they're a little freaked out by the possibility
of pissing me off."
"Well," Faith sat up and crawled over to Spike,
"I don't mind the others being wary of me, but Angel knowing something's
up is not good."
Spike grabbed her and pulled her to him for a kiss, before
saying, "He won't be a problem." At Faith's "what planet are you
from" look, he chuckled, and repeated, "He won't, Faith. He may smell
me on you but he won't do or say anything about it without knowing for sure
there's something going on. And we just won't let that happen."
"Well," Faith pulled Spike down on the bed with
her, and said, "We'll let them know when *we* want them to know."
"I like the way your mind works, Luv," Spike
grinned at her.
"That all you like?" Faith challenged, grinning
back.
"Oh bloody hell no," Spike said, as he captured
her lips in a passionate kiss.
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