Faye Grumbled as she walked down the street. Life was a hopeless nightmare that never ends. She looked down at her outfit, an over sized blue T-shirt with a tight pair a blue Jean flares. She sighed, what wasn’t visible to the people passing by was the bikini she wore under it. She smirked, ‘If he thinks he’s getting a peep show from me then he’s way wrong! No pant shots for that bastard!’

*


Spike answered the door letting Faye in. He grinned, “This is a first, I didn’t know you owned pants.”

Faye gave him the middle finger and walked past him waiting for instruction.

“Looks like somebody’s got a case of the Mondays.” He laughed and sat on the couch propping his feet up on the coffee table.

Faye blinked, ‘What’s this guy expect me to do?!’

Spike looked at her raising an eyebrow, “You can sit down if you’d like.” He pointed to the two chairs and sofa. Faye decided to sit in the chair across from him.

“You know, instead of wasting time with you dumb drawings why don’t we work on our project?”

Spike sighed, “We’ve got lots of time to get the project done, don’t worry Faye.” He frowned, “I guess I should start working on my ‘Dumb’ drawings now.” He smirked, ‘this will be fun.’

“Gr! “ Faye stood up. “Where are we doing this?” she was getting really uncomfortable. She had no idea what she was supposed to do. Taking orders from a guy really wasn’t her style at all.

“Why right here,” he sat up and snatched the sketch pad and pencils from t he table next to the couch.

Faye played the helpless damsel in distress to ‘try and get out of it’. She knew it wouldn’t work, but she didn’t care, she was wearing a bikini not underwear and anyways, people have seen her in her swimsuit before. Why should it matter now?

“Sorry Faye, you made the bet and I need a model. Personally I would have gotten a better model but not many good looking women work for free so you’ll just have to do.” He mentally smirked, he knew what buttons to push and what to pull.

Faye screeched, “Are you trying to say I’m ugly?!” She turned red in the face with anger.

“No of course not. I’m just saying there are better looking women out there,” he trailed off.

‘Damn him! I am very God damn good lookin’! I’ll show him!’ Faye pulled her shirt up and revealed the bikini top tied tightly around her ribs and neck. It was plain black, but it looked damn good. She quickly slipped her shoes off and unbuttoned her pants.

Spike watched happily as she undressed infront of him. ‘Women are very interesting creatures,” he thought.

Faye finished tossing her pants at him and stood in all her glory. ‘Damn she’s got a nice body. Now if only she weren’t such a bitch.’

‘I can’t believe I’m doing this. When this whole bet thing is off I’m going to kill him.’ Faye stood infront of him waiting for him to say something, “What? Speechless? I just have that kind of effect on people,” she flipped her hair back with her hand and stuck her nose in the air as if she were a goddess.

Spike smirked, “You’re so vain. Sit down before your ego crushes somebody,” he pointed to the chair.

She “Hmphed!” and sat down. ‘He’s got a lot of nerve...’

* *

It had been like what? Two hours?! Faye was getting tired of staying in the same spot. ‘Is my ass going numb?’ she wondered.

“Ok,” Spike sat the sketch book down. Faye began to get up.

“Oh no you don’t!”

She stopped to look at him. She was going ask “what?” but he began speaking again. “I need you to remember that position, we’re just taking a break to get some food.”

Faye grumbled, “Can’t you remember it yourself?”

“You, my dear, are the one that’s to sit like that. Not me, so You, my dear, shall have to remember that pose. If not, I just start a whole new picture and take twice as long.” He smirked and started putting his shoes back on. He has discarded them to get more comfortable.

Faye began replacing her clothes back on her body. She noted how cold it was in his house. ‘I bet that perv set the AC on 60 degrees or something just to- er gah! He makes me mad.’

Spike went to the kitchen, “Oh Slave girl!” he called.

Faye grumbled and walked into the kitchen, “My name is FAYE!”

“It’s whatever I want it to be,” he smirked, “Now make me some food.”

“What?”

“You heard me, get to work.”

She mumbled under her breath, “slave driver,” and began to search to cabinets and fridge for food.





Spike lay on the couch when Faye crept in witha plate of food. It had a mixture of things on it. Most of which normally wouldn’t be eaten together. “I didn’t know what you’d like,” she sat the plate down and relaxed in a chair across from him. He looked at her as if he were waiting for something.

“What?”

He grinned, “Feed me,” he lay back with his hands under his head like a pillow.

“ARGH! Men really ARE babies!!”



Faye sat down next to the couch near his head. She eyed him as if that would break the spell she cast upon herself. Maybe if she stared hard enough the deal would be off.

Fat chance.

Faye sat dropping food into Spike’s open mouth like a mother bird would to her young. Her feet stared to go to sleep and felt tingly. She moved uncomfortably. “ARGH! Get up!”

“Hm?” Spike sat up to look at her.

She sat on the couch where his head once was. Spike shrugged and laid back down resting his head in her lap.

“Gr! What are you doing?”

“Getting fed.”

She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth. ‘I’ll show him.’ She grabbed a hand full of chips and crammed them into his unsuspecting mouth.

“Ah-mmph m oh!” Gulp. “What the hell, Faye?” he breathed, “I could have choked!”

She smirked and looked away, “Why whatever do you mean?” she asked innocently.

“You know damn well what I mean!” He slammed his fist into the couch.

Spike grabbed a sandwich from the plate and smashed it into Faye’s mouth, nose, chin, pretty much her whole face.

Her eyes grew wide, her lips gaping, “How dare you!” She spit out the contents of the sandwich.

He laughed, in fact he laughed so hard he fell from the couch. Faye growled and kicked him in the side!

“Ow!” Spike looked up at her frowning. Slowly a smile slid across his face and he grabbed her foot and dragged her down with him!

“Lemme go!” She wiggled, pulled, and tugged but it was in vain for he never let go. His grip never loosened, and she was pulled down with him.

“No!”

“Ah!”

They wrestled on the floor occasionally hitting something around them. Spike threw Faye on the couch and went to jump on her but she moved out of the way. Unfortunately Spike couldn’t block her hand when she smacked him as hard as she could in the chest.

“Gah!” He feel off the couch cradling his chest.

Faye jumped on him, “Ah!” she screamed in a battle cry. Spike look dup just in time to roll out of the way. Fayes eyes widened as she came closer and closer to the floor. “Oof!” she landed with a thump. Faye looked up, Spike was laughing at her! She growled more and crawled over to him. She grasped his leg harshly and..

“OOWWWW!” Spike screamed out in pain.

Faye had bitten him. Faye was still bitting him. Spike pulled his led from her teeth and got up. He grabbed her arm and chomped down. “OOOWWWW!” She cried out in pain! “Let go that hurts!”

He stopped to look at her, “It hurts you too? Wow here I was thinkin’ I was the only one vulnerable to getting bitten!” he said sarcastically.

Faye scooted away to nurse her biten arm. She examined it and screached when she seen the huge teeth marks in her flesh. “Stupid lunkhead! Look what you did!” She thrust her arm out infront of his face to let him see what he had done.

Spike shrugged, “S’your own fault.”

“GR! I didn’t bite you that hard!”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

With that said Faye tackled him again trying her hardest to pin him down. But as it was Spike had a little more upper body strength than her and easily pushed her off. He rolled over and pinned her to the ground. Faye squirmed and wiggled but it didn’t help much. She stopped and looked up at him waiting to see what he would do. He just looked down at her with a knowing triumphant smirk. That damned smirk, always resting comfortably on his lips. Did he ever show compassion or care towards anyone? Faye scowled and turned her head so she was no longer facing him.

“Give up?” Spike asked teasing in his voice laid so thick it smoothered her.

Faye tried again to push him off but only resulted in making his grip tighten and get heavier. She grunted trying even hard her holding her breath as she pushed against his slender fingers. When she laid her head back down she felt light headed. Breathing heavily she decided on a new tactic...

She looked up at him with the most seductive look she could muster. Spike was taken back for a moment but regained his composure and held tightly knowing it was just one of those womanly manipulative tricks.

Faye smiled slyly and lifted her head so she was only inches from Spike’s.

Spike stayed still knowing what she was doing and that it was just a bluff. His eyes narrowed and he studied her for a long time wondering if she’d actually try something.

“What’s wrong Spike?” She asked smoothly ignoring the pain in her wrists held just above her head.

“Who said anything was wrong,” was his calm reply.

Faye licked her lips as if she were preparing to kiss him.

“You wouldn’t do it Faye, I know you wouldn’t” He smirked.

“I wouldn’t, huh?”

Spike’s eyes widened as his lips were captured by her ruby red ones. In a quick instant she pulled away and Spike jumped off of her. Faye smirked, “You think I wouldn’t do it now?”

Spike wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and spat out, “You’re crazy!”

“Am I?” She smirked enjoying his discomfort.

“Yes Faye, you need to be in a fuckin’ mental hospital!” He sat back against the couch drawing his legs up to his chest.

“Aw...” she pouted, “What’s wrong with you Spike? You look, hm... Mad?” she raised an eyebrow. “Hm, maybe you jumped off me so quickly because ol’ faithful woke up.” Faye shrugged, “Guys are silly.”

“Maybe I jumped off of you so quickly because I detest you, and having your lips on mine was worse then being in a small room naked with two gay guys!” He looked at her to see her reaction but got only a brief glimps of something.

Faye gasped silently and disguised her hurt with a purely indifferent expression. Could spike hate her that much? Why, what did she ever do to him? Faye sighed and slumped over slightly.

An awkward silence fell over the room for a long while. Neither looked at or said anything to the other. Just silence passing through the room.

“Well, I haven’t finished my picture, let’s get back to working on that.”


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