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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His hands greedily grasped her breasts, still covered by her
shirt. She’d taken her bra off, he could tell. *Cor this chit is perfect!* He rolled
on top of her on the bed and they struggled against each other to kick their
shoes off. She pulled his shirt off and threw it across the room, while their
tongues struggled against the other. *Always a fighter.* He thought.
“So, what exactly do you like about me, Spike?” She asked in
a husky desired-filled voice.
“Let me show you, Pet.” He shredded the shirt and tossed it
aside. His mouth savagely attacked her rosy nipples and she ran her fingers
through his hair moaning his name.
Her fingers were at his jeans hastily and sooner than she
knew they were both naked and he was poised at her slick entrance. "Tell
me what you want, Baby."
"I want you to fill me up, Spike. Stretch me like only
you can."
"On your knees, Slayer." He comanded. She got on her
hands and knees all too willingly. He could smell her anticipation. He growled
as he entered her to the hilt in one quick thrust and her back arched as she
met his powerful body.
"SPIKE!" She shouted, feeling his cool manhood
slam into her from behind. His hands slid around her waist, pulling her back
against him. His arms wrapped held her against his body while his hands
squeezed her breasts, thumbs rubbing her nipples harshly.
Her cunt encased his cock so equisitely, he moaned as she
contracted her muscles around him. She moaned and was panting. He kissed her
shoulder blades as he rubbed her creamy skin. He couldn't help it, he was
addicted to her. He growled as she squeezed him again. "Cor chit, I love
your muscles so much."
"Mmm..." she moaned as he slammed into her with a
force that would break an ordinary girl, a force that always had Drusilla
whimpering like an infant.
She wanted to take him in deeper, she wanted to absorb him into
her skin, so he would never leave her. *No. Just sex. NO! He said it was
something more.* She'd tried to deny their attraction, he had as well, but the
more time they spent together, the more she realized that she needed him. He
made her feel things, he made her feel safe, no man had ever done that. Just
then he growled loudly and she felt his fangs graze the nape of her neck.
*Okay, he's not a man.*
He growled, reveling in the feelings she invoked. She was so
tight and warm around him, so soft. Anytime he was with her, he just wanted to
explode and take her over and over until neither of them could move, let alone
fuck more. He moved her hair to the side and licked the sweat that was
gathering on the back of her neck. Everything about her was there, her fear,
her love, her hope, her arousal, her desire, her need, everything about her was
intoxicating.
"OH GOD SPIKE!" She screamed while throwing her
body back against him, effectively pulling him deeper. "FUCK!" She
groaned. He pinched her nipples. "My clit Spike! Please..."
"Happy to oblige." He whispered as he slid one
hand down her body to where their bodies joined. He felt himself disappearing
into her lithe body. He heard her giggle and he licked her delicious shoulder
blades.
She felt his cool fingers toying with her clit, he was
teasing her. "SPIKE! PLEASE!"
"Please what?"
"Make me come." She begged. "PLEASE!" He
growled loudly and bit savagely into her neck, drinking deep of her ambrosia.
He felt her contract around his cock as she shuddered around him and came hard.
"Spike, please... come inside me. Let me feel you come inside me."
He couldn't hold it any longer. He exploded inside of her as
she screamed, another orgasm tearing through her body. He tasted her hormones
as they flowed through her blood. They collapsed on the bed, exhausted.
******
Eleven the next morning
Faith stretched out and kissed her lover’s cheek before
stumbling into the bathroom to shower. She wrapped a towel around her hair and
one around her body and walked out of the bathroom.
“You’re a vision, Luv.”
“I’m not a morning person. Eleven is too early to be up.”
“I agree.”
She smiled, “You would.” She went to her dresser and picked
out a pair of jeans and a top. She pulled out a black lace bra and matching
panties.
“Where are you going?”
“I need food. I don’t have any more. I’ve been otherwise
occupied.”
“Order in, then we both get fed.” He said with a smirk. She
just shook her head and was about to say something when there was a knock at
the door.
“Faith? You there?”
“Shit! It’s B. Quick, in the bathroom.” Spike jumped up and
ran into the bathroom just as the door opened.
“Faith?”
“Where do you get off just opening my door, B?”
“Where do you get off talking to me like that?” Buffy’s eyes
were suspicious due to Faith’s returning aggressive attitude.
“I’m sorry, I just had a rough night. I was thinking about…
stuff… and I’m sorry, B.” She practically gagged apologizing to Buffy, but she
had to keep it nice.
“Understandable. I just wanted to make sure you were okay, I
had a free period. Xander said you were pretty quiet last night and I just
wanted to check on you.”
“I’m good, B, go back to class.”
“As long as you’re sure.”
“I’m sure.”
“Okay. Bye.” Faith stood and watched as Buffy left and she locked
the door behind her.
“I told you Luv, you shouldn’t leave the door unlocked. You
never know who could get in.”
“That was close. We need a place, like yesterday.”
“Any ideas?”
“I’ll go and look today. I assume we want something secluded
and vampire friendly.”
“And big.” She nodded and dropped the towel on the floor.
She shimmied into her panties. “On second thought…” he slid his hands around
her waist and began nuzzling her neck.
She moaned softly before stepping away. “Bad Spike.” She
pointed at him, as if to scold him. “I’m leaving. I’m hungry. You can stay,
just be mindful of people knocking on the door. I’ll be back, hopefully with
some good news.”
It was perfect, just what they needed. She'd stumbled upon
it while chasing what appeared to be a demon. Sure, it could use a cleaning, it
was dusty, but it was absolutely perfect! She ran her finger along the mantel
above the fireplace. There was already furniture too. She ran her hand along
the surface of the mahogany table and pictured Spike taking her on top of it.
He would pick her up and place her on it. He would feast on her. He would peel
her clothes from her quivering body, while his eyes set her on fire.
She had to get home to tell him about it!
*******
Meanwhile in:
Faith’s Apartment
“Bloody hell!” His stomach had been growling for a good
hour, he couldn’t wait for evening.
He picked up the phone and dialed. “Stan’s Pizzeria. Can I
help you?”
“Yeah, I’d like a cheese pizza please, delivery.”
“Sure thing. What’s the address?” Spike told him. “Okay,
it’ll be about twenty minutes.”
“I can hardly wait, Mate.”
*******
She was so excited! “FAITH!?”
*FUCK ME.* Faith swore to herself. She turned to face Buffy.
“Hey, B. What’s goin’ on?”
“I was on my way over to see you, but since you’re here, I
was thinking we could some light slaying tonight. We’ve still got Spike on the
loose, and Angel thinks it’s best we all be out looking.”
*And whatever Angel wants, he gets.* Faith looked Buffy up
and down. *Well, not everything. He can’t have her.* Faith smiled to herself.
“So? Slaying tonight?”
“Actually B, I kinda already had plans.”
“Doing what?”
“I’m... I’m just not ready to be out there and face him again.
I’m sorry B, I just, I can’t.” Faith was on the verge of tears, and very proud
of herself.
“Oh, that’s okay. I understand. I just thought perhaps if
you beat him up...”
“Beating some creep up, doesn’t make it any better. It
doesn’t make the pain stop.”
<”YOU BASTARD! YOU CAN’T HURT ME ANYMORE! I’M STRONGER
THAT I EVER WAS! I WILL NOT LET YOU HURT ME!” Faith screamed at the top of her
lungs.
“You little cunt! You think you can come here and treat me
like that?! After all I did for you! You little whore, you’re nothing but a
whore, always beggin’ me for it.”
“LIAR!” She punched him. “YOU LYING BASTARD!”
“You know you wanted it Faithy, you want it now. Why do you
think you’re here and not running? If you’re so strong, why not just leave?
It’s because you like my touch, you crave my fingers and my big dick. You crave
it like a kid wants candy. Your tight little pussy loves me so much Faith, I
bet you’re wet just thinking about it.”
“I’m NOT TEN ANYMORE MIKE! YOU CAN’T HURT ME!”
“NO, because now you want it.”
She couldn’t see straight as she threw a few more punches
and her fingers clawed at his face.>
“Faith?” Faith blinked. The next thing she had known was
waking up in the Council’s headquarters. “FAITH!”
She looked at Buffy. “I’m sorry B. I have to get home.”
“Okay, I’ll stop by tomorrow.”
“Okay.”
Faith went on her way. She *really* needed his arms around
her now. He was slowly becoming her only comfort and this scared her beyond
words. She noticed the pizza delivery car in the parking lot and she suddenly
wanted pizza. She’d have to call. She walked up the stairs and unlocked her
door.
He looked up as the door opened, she was early. “Oh my god.”
Faith froze. He allowed his demon face to recede, and licked his lower lip
clean. Faith dropped her keys and turned away from him. “Get out.” She ordered.
“Fai-”
“GET OUT!”
“The sun.”
“I DON’T CARE! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY APARTMENT!” He stood
up and she felt him approaching her. She turned around quickly and swung at him.
“LEAVE!” She screamed. She grabbed his coat and grabbed his arm and dragged him
to the door. Faith opened it and threw both out. “AND STAY AWAY!” She slammed
the door behind him.
She walked over the body, and felt the man’s wrists, his
pulse was long gone. She wept inside for him. She screamed when she realized
she’d thrown her lover into the sun. She walked to the door, but couldn’t find
the strength to open the door. She couldn’t collect his dust quite yet. Faith
sunk to the floor crying.
She tried to stop crying. She concentrated on breathing, but
she couldn’t find the air she needed. She’d tossed him out because he was
feeding.
*I can’t do this. I can’t do this.* She chanted to herself.
She had to do it. She was the Slayer. He was a vampire.
She’d done the right thing. She slowly stood up, feeling okay, but when she
opened the door, she collapsed. She fell in front of the pile of dust, and put
her fingers in it. It was her last time touching him, her last caress of her
lover.
“You killed me!” A voice said. She looked around and saw him
standing in the shadows.
“I’m sorry.”
“You bloody killed me!”
“I’m sorry. I love you! I didn’t mean it.”
“You never loved me. I didn’t love you. It was just a great
fuck. That’s all it will ever be, Luv.” Just then arms wrapped around him from
behind. “Why would I want you, when I can have my Drusilla? I mean, honestly
Faith, did you really think I wouldn’t grow tired of your little cunt? You’re
such a whore, such an easy lay. You practically begged me for it, Pet. But
time’s up, I’m with a real woman now, one who can truly please me.”
Faith looked behind him at the woman there.
“Oh Spikey...” she whispered into his ear. “You were *very* mean
to Daddy.” The girl giggled as she pushed Spike out into the sun.
She watched him crumble, “NOOOOO!”
Faith jolted awake. She’d cried herself to sleep. She looked
over at the clock, midnight. She looked at the body, still laying on the floor.
She’d have to get that out. She dreaded opening the door, but she had to.
She stood up and opened the door. “FAITH!” Spike said,
jumping up from beside the door.
“OH MY GOD! YOU’RE ALIVE!” She grabbed him and they hugged
for a second before she pulled away. “I thought I’d killed you.”
“No such luck, Luv.” He looked beyond her to the body. “I’ll
take care of him for you. Don’t worry about it.”
“Spike...”
“I’m sorry, Luv. I thought you wouldn’t be back for a while
longer.”
“So it’s okay if you kill people in my apartment, as long as
I’m not there?” She’d almost been sorry for how she’d treated him, but his
cocky attitude was making that feeling quickly disappear.
“I’m a vampire, Luv. You’ve known that for a while now.”
“I guess I just never thought about it.” He walked in and
sat on the bed, next to her. “How did you not burn?”
“Huddled under my coat in the shadows. Sun was going down
anyway.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, Angelus almost left me out in the sun one day
too, no harm done.”
“No, I’m sorry about this.”
“What?”
She turned and looked at him. “We can’t be together
anymore.”
“WHAT?” He growled.
“I’m sorry. You’re a vampire and I’m the Slayer. It just
doesn’t work between us. I’m supposed to save people, not fuck a killer of them.
And god, I sound like B.”
“But we were going to move in together.” He protested.
“I know. I even found this great place in the woods. It’s
this big abandoned castle. It would have been perfect. But you can have it, we
won’t be using it together. I’m sorry.”
“I won’t let you dismiss me, Faith.” He protested.
*NO! You are William the fucking Bloody. Don’t let a slayer
push your buttons, Mate.*
“You don’t have a choice.” She got up and turned away from
him, tears streaming down her cheeks.
*It’s for the best. He’d only end up leaving anyway.*
“Please don’t make this harder for me than it already is.
Just go. The address is on the bed.”
“You can keep the bloody place, like I’d want anything you picked
out.” Spike said cruelly, trying to hide his pain. “I thought it was a stupid
idea. Who’d wanna move in with you anyway?”
He grabbed the body and walked toward the door. “It was a
great fuck, Faithy.”
She bit back the tears upon hearing that name again. He
closed the door behind him and she screamed as the pain surged through her
body.
He cringed at the sound of her screaming. He shouldn’t have
been so cruel.
Two days later
Faith and Buffy were patrolling, Faith had needed a distraction
from thinking about Spike. He'd hurt her worse than any other man ever had, and
she hated herself for letting that happen. She'd made the mistake of trusting
him, believing him when he said they had something special. She should have
known he'd only been playing her, to keep her a willing fuck-partner.
"Earth to Faith," Buffy waved a hand in front of
her face. "You sure you're up to this?" she asked. "Looking for
Spike?"
Faith sighed and shrugged. It had been her idea, after all.
"I want that part of my life to be through with," she said
truthfully, glad for the double-meaning of that sentence. If they dusted him,
she wouldn't have to wonder how much longer he'd wait to reveal their little
indiscretion. As it was right now, Buffy probably wouldn't believe him if he
said anything. She wanted to make sure that he was long gone before she and
Buffy were on opposite sides of the fence again. Something she knew would
happen eventually, because the only reason they were being friendly now was
because of Buffy's pity toward Faith for the so-called 'rape'.
"Okay," Buffy shrugged. "You'll get no
argument from me. Spike's been a pain in the ass for way too long, as far as
I'm concerned."
As they turned down a dark alleyway, two vampires stepped
out in front of their path. "Enough chat, time to slay," Faith said
with a grin. "God I've missed this."
One of the vampires roared and charged at Buffy. She
sidestepped him, grabbed him and shoved him against the wall. He turned and
attempted a front kick at her, which she blocked with her arm. Before he could
recover, she did a roundhouse kick to his stomach, knocking him to the
pavement. She jumped on him and went to stake him.
Meanwhile, the other vampire was keeping Faith occupied. They
traded punches for a few moments, as he had knocked the crossbow out of her
hand. She ducked a roundhouse kick from him, and kicked him in the side, making
him stagger into the wall. Faith jumped up with her crossbow, and as he turned
to face her, she shot an arrow into his heart.
She looked to Buffy, as he exploded into dust. "Nothing
like a good slaying to improve my mood," she said with a grin.
"That's the difference between you and me, Faith,"
Buffy said, getting to her feet. "You enjoy it, I do it because I have
to."
"Oh don't start that crap with me, B," Faith said
in irritation. "You like being the Slayer, you proved it by holding onto
that title when I showed up." She started down the alleyway again, away
from Buffy.
Buffy followed her, muttering, "No, I held onto the
title because I didn't and still don't think you can manage on your own."
"You know what, B?" Faith turned on her angrily.
"You had better just shut the fuck up, because I'm so sick of your 'Holier
than thou' act!"
"Shut the fuck up, or what?" Buffy challenged,
eyes narrowed.
"Or--" Faith whirled as a hand landed on her arm.
Ignoring Buffy's cry to stop, she plunged the stake into his heart.
"Oh shit," Faith said, as he fell against the
wall, holding his chest and looking at her in shock. *He's a human?* She looked
at Buffy, "I didn't... I didn't know. I didn't know."
Buffy knelt by the man, trying to stop the bleeding,
"CALL 911!" Faith just looked at her, and she yelled, "FAITH,
NOW!"
Faith couldn't move. She felt numb. She watched in disbelief
as the man started to convulse. She vaguely realized Buffy was screaming orders
at her, but couldn't make herself pay attention. *I just killed a man,* she
thought, looking at her hands, and shirt, covered in his blood which had
spurted out as she withdrew the stake.
She watched as the man drew his last breath, his eyes
staring sightlessly ahead.
"OH MY GOD, WHAT DID YOU DO?!" Buffy jumped up and
screamed at Faith.
Faith looked up at her in confusion. *Buffy's acting like I
meant to kill someone?* "Geez, B, I'm sorry, but it was an accident. Shit
happens," she shrugged.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" Buffy "YOU JUST KILLED A
MAN! A HUMAN MAN!"
Faith's head snapped around to look behind her as she heard
the sirens approaching. "And someone else heard the commotion, obviously,
because here comes the cavalry. We gotta get outta here!" She turned to
run, and Buffy grabbed her by the arm, stopping her.
Faith whirled around and punched Buffy in the face. *Oops.*
"I'm sorry," she said with a sigh. "But I don't think the cops
are gonna understand a Slayer making a mistake and slaying a human. I'm getti g
out of here. You stay and take the fall if you want." She ran then, as
fast as she could.
*********
Faith found a grate leading to the sewer system, and decided
to go down there for a while. *It's a great place to hide, or so Spike says.*
She went down the ladder, and looked around. No demons. Good. *Okay, calm down.
Think this through. This is a big one.*
*I just killed someone.* She paused, to see how she felt
about that fact. She didn't feel anything. No, that wasn't true, it was an
amazing adrenaline rush, a hundred times more powerful than anything she'd ever
felt in slaying. And while she felt sorry in principle for killing the guy, she
couldn't really bring herself to feel that bad about it in fact. He was the stupid one hanging out after
sundown.
*But Giles, he's gonna flip. And so is everyone else,* Faith
thought with a groan of irritation. She shook her head, and started down a
tunnel, it led somewhat in the direction of her apartment. She planned to go as
much of the way home as possible underground.
She turned a corner, and came face-to-face with Spike. She
felt her heart skip a beat, followed by a return of the pain which she felt
when he walked out of her door two days earlier.
Spike swallowed hard, he hadn't wanted to see her again
anytime soon. He felt a moment of panic as he saw the blood on her black tank
top and hands. "Luv? You okay?" he stepped toward her, looking at her
worriedly.
Faith fought the urge to cry in response to the endearment.
*It was just a slip-up,* she tried to tell herself. *Wait, but he's worried,
that means something. Doesn't it?* "It's not my blood," she said when
she trusted herself to talk.
"It's not demon, though," he said with a frown.
*What the hell did she just get herself into.* He could hear her heart, beating
faster than he'd ever heard it. She was spooked, whatever it was.
"No, it's not," she admitted, with a shrug.
"I ..." she took a deep breath, trying to control her agitated
feelings. "B and I were
slaying, and some idiot man got in the way. I staked him before
I realized it wasn't a demon. B's freaked, of course."
"And you?" Spike asked. She definitely didn't seem
too torn up about it, which was a surprise to him.
"I don't know," she said, shaking her head. She
looked at him for a moment, then realized she *wanted* to talk to him about
what she was feeling. *Why? Well, that's easy, because he's a killer, and he
won't judge you for anything you're feeling about this.* "That's not
true," she admitted slowly. "I can't even begin to describe the high
I felt when I looked at him, and there was this moment when it hit both of us.
When we both realized what I'd done."
She turned away and started pacing, "I liked it. There,
I said it. I liked realizing that I have that power over life and death. It was
such an unbelievable feeling, unlike anything I've ever felt in my life."
She stopped pacing, looked at him, and said, "But I get it now, why you
wouldn't stop killing even if I asked you to. And I wouldn't, not now that I
know what it feels like."
She walked past him, and down the tunnel. She turned back,
then. "Spike, I envy you."
"Why's that?" he asked.
"Because you kill and like it, which you should because
you don't have a conscience. But I liked it too, so I have to try to figure out
what that says about me."
She turned and walked off, leaving Spike looking after her
in shock. *I always knew she had a dark side, and now she's figured it out too.
God, I wish I could get her back, I'd know how to help her give into that
darkness.*
*****************
Faith emerged to the street in front of her apartment
complex, and looked around. Nobody there, that was good. She was covered in
blood, definitely not very inconspicuous. She entered her apartment, and locked
the door behind her. She could imagine she had a few minutes before the Scooby
attack. She'd blown it this time, there was no getting out of this one. She
fought the panic which threatened at the realization that Giles would be
dragging her to London himself once he found out.
*I'm not going back there* she tried to reassure herself.
*And if I can't stop it, I'll kill Mike before he ever touches me again. Either
way, he doesn't get to fuck this whore ever again.*
Faith took a shower, scrubbing the blood off herself, then
threw her jeans and tank top in the trash. She wasn't even going to try to get
that blood out. As her door wasn't been knocked in, she decided to sleep. *Not
that I sleep well without him beside me,* she thought sadly.
She'd wanted so badly to ask him to come home with her, but
she hadn't. He was still a vampire, she was still the slayer. *Are you?* She
ignored the question, willing herself to sleep. The moment she closed her eyes,
though, she saw Mike's laughing face as he held her down and used her
repeatedly. *NO! That's not going to happen again!* She took a deep breath and
calmed herself by imagining Spike's arms were around her, protecting her
through the night.
*************
Faith woke to the growls of her stomach, and shivered when she
realized he wasn't there with her. *Stop being such a baby* she berated
herself. *It's over, let it go.* She looked at her clock. It was almost six
p.m.? *God, Giles has really gotta be pissed, not to even bother to warn me
about sending me away. He's probably going to show up eventually, though, to
drag my ass to the airport. So why are you hanging around to let that happen?
Good question.*
She showered quickly, and pulled on her black leather pants,
and red leather halter top. As she put on her blood-red lipstick, she smiled at
her reflection. *I may be a whore, but I'm a good-looking whore*
She stopped at a fast food place for dinner, then decided to
do an hour or so of patrolling. She needed to get her mind off the killing; how
better to do that than to do her slayer duty? She made the rounds of three
cemeteries in an hour, and felt better after that time of slaying.
She crossed a street, and heard a woman's scream. She ran
toward the sound, to a dark alley near the Bronze. She came upon a vampire
draining a girl, he turned to face her as he dropped his now-dead victim.
"Spike," Faith said with a sigh of resignation.
She looked down at the girl, she looked a lot like Buffy. Faith couldn't
repress the giggle in response to that realization.
When Spike had turned to face her, he'd sighed too, but in
irritation. He wasn't in the mood for a lecture about killing. His mouth had
dropped open in shock, however, at the sound of her giggling. "What's so
funny?" he asked, slipping back into his human mask.
Faith blinked as he morphed back into his human face, she'd
never actually watched him do that before, it was kind of cool. She shook her
head, to clear her thoughts. "Tell me you didn't choose her because she
looked like B," she said with a smile.
"Does she?" Spike looked down at the girl again,
regarding her with a frown. "Huh. Guess so. One of those subconscious
things, though. What, you're not jumping down my throat or trying to ram that
stake into my heart for killing her?"
"Is it fun?" she asked.
"Huh?" Spike looked at her in confusion. If she
meant what he thought she meant, that wasn't something he'd ever expected to
hear her say.
"The hunt, before you feed," Faith explained.
"Is it fun?"
Spike blinked at her a few times, trying to keep up with
her. She was unbelievable, he wondered if he'd ever be able to anticipate her
reactions. "Yeah," he shrugged. "It is fun, if I do the hunt
right, work up their fear, it makes the kill all the sweeter."
Faith ignored the voice in her head that was yelling at her
for even having this conversation. "Can I watch sometime?"
"HUH?!" Spike was beginning to suspect he'd
dropped into an alternate universe. It was the Hellmouth, after all. "Say
that again, Pet? You wanna watch me hunt?"
"Yes, I want to watch you hunt," she said nodding.
"Ever since last night, I've been wondering what it's like for you to do
your hunt and kill thing."
"But I thought we were enemies?" Spike replied. He
was having trouble accepting that things were falling into place so quickly.
He'd thought it would be harder than this to get her back, even if he wanted
that. And he did, he realized as he took a moment to take in her red leather
top and black leather pants. She was so sexy when she was feeling dangerous. He
was having a hell of a time being this close to her, and not grabbing her,
stripping her naked and pounding into her willing body. He knew she'd be
willing, because he could smell her arousal. Her body wanted him, even if the
rest of her didn't. He tried to push the mental images away at the thought of
taking her right there in the alley. He had to maintain control, he didn't want
to scare her away. He'd gathered from her odd reactions at times that someone
had hurt her badly, and he didn't want her to associate him with being one of
those someones.
Faith paused, and considered his question. If she really
wanted Spike back, she had to accept him for what he was, a soulless killer.
And now that she'd had a brush with her dark side, she suspected she could
learn to deal with him being that. They were a lot alike, and she was beginning
to understand that. So yes, she wanted him back, if Spike still wanted her. And
she suspected he did, even if it was only as a fuck-toy. She told herself she
could deal with that, as she let her eyes roam down his body, his white
t-shirt, and too-tight black jeans. She licked her lips as she saw the bulge in
his jeans. *God, I could live with being his fuck-toy for the rest of my life.*
However, if she took this step, back to Spike, she also
suspected there wouldn't be a possibility of turning back. One thing would lead
to another, and it was inevitable that she would eventually lose her identity
as slayer. She realized though, that it didn't matter anymore. Spike wouldn't
think any less of her if she wasn't the slayer. And as pathetic as it sounded,
he'd become all that really mattered to her.
"We're not enemies, at least I don't think of you that
way," she said finally, and smiled as she heard his sigh of relief. *He'd
been worried how I would respond!* she thought in triumph. "I've got
enough enemies, I'm sure B and the others are plotting my departure from
Sunnydale immediately."
"You're not going anywhere you don't want to go,"
Spike growled. *Fucking Scoobies aren't going to take her away from me!*
Faith smiled then, a smile with a mischievous glint in her
eyes. She walked toward him, swinging her hips, and noted his half-repressed
groan. *Gotcha!* She stopped within six inches of him, and ran her hand up his
chest, asking, "Is that a promise, S'William? Because if it is, I'm
thinking there's still room for you back at my place. If you want--"
Her sentence was cut short as he growled and slammed her
against the wall with his body, brutally attacking his lips with hers. His
tongue demanded entrance, and she parted her lips willingly, sucking it into
her mouth. She whimpered as his hands slipped between them to squeeze her
breasts roughly, and he ground his hips against hers.
She pushed him away with great effort, and sucked in a
much-needed breath. He'd reduced her to panting in the space of ten seconds,
and she was so ready for him already. She looked into his eyes and said,
"God, Spike, I don't think I can wait--" She gasped as he quickly
unzipped his jeans, and her leathers, pulling her panties down just far enough
to gain access to her drenched cunt.
She moaned as he slipped one finger inside her, and moved
his thumb across her clit. "Don't play. Inside me now!" she demanded
as she braced her arms around his neck and lifted her legs to lock them around
his waist.
He smiled at her, and paused to lift her finger to his
mouth, sucking her juices off it. "Pushy, pushy," he chuckled. She
growled, and he looked at her in surprise. "Well, when you put it that
way," he grinned. He positioned himself at her entrance, then thrust into
her fully.
They both moaned in pleasure. "Fuck," Faith
whimpered.
"Thought that's what I was doing," Spike managed to
say. He was fighting for control, it had been only a few days but it felt like
forever since they'd been together like this.
"Why aren't you moving?" Faith said in
frustration, squeezing her vaginal walls around him.
Spike growled. "Keep that up, and this is going to be a
short fuck." He started to thrust into her, setting a slow pace, and she
was soon writhing and panting for breath. "Spike, please!"
"Please what?" Spike pulled out almost completely,
and looked at her innocently.
She moaned in desperation, "Spike, just fuck me!"
she demanded.
"Whatever you want, Pet," Spike said. He slammed
into her, and she moaned. "Harder," she whimpered. He obeyed,
pounding into her with a force only she could withstand, and she felt herself
soon approaching orgasm. She looked at him, and could tell he was having
trouble keeping his gameface from emerging. "It's okay," she
whispered. "I don't mind seeing the real you."
She still couldn't help gasping in surprise though as he
slipped into gameface, still thrusting into her. He moved his hand down to
twist and pull at her clit, and she bit her lip to keep from screaming as she
finally came. She pulled his face to her neck, and then she did scream as her
second orgasm overtook her as he sunk his fangs into her neck. He pulled his
fangs out of her neck, and she heard him howl as his orgasm quickly followed.
They stood like that for a few moments, both panting for
breath, her head resting on his shoulder. He pulled out of her then, and helped
her slide to her feet. They zipped up their pants, and she looked up at him.
He'd slipped back into his human face. "Wow," she said with a smile,
reaching up to kiss him passionately.
"Yeah, make-up sex is great," Spike said with a
grin.
"I don't think we've *completely* made up yet,
Spike," Faith grinned back at him. "Why don't we continue the fun
back at my place?" She held her hand out to him, and he took it, "I
think that sounds like a plan, Faith," he replied as they walked back to
her apartment.
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