Discalimer: really, you should know by now.
Author's Notes: In this story, Faith shows up to help
defeat Glory and has already met Spike, in case you're
wondering why they're so 'friendly'. And can't you just
imagine Faith with red silk sheets?
Twins Part2
Night
(a.k.a. The Flashback Chapter ;)
The abandoned streets were dark and rank. He shrugged
the leather duster back over his shoulders and tried to
breathe through his nose. He remembered alleys just like
this back in Sunnydale. He hurriedly pushed the thought
away. Buffy's death was still too painful to deal with.
He started to run as he saw a man bent over a young
girl's neck in the shadow of an ominous dumpster. Spike
pulled the vampire away from his victim and his would-be
opponent crumbled into dust.
Spike stared in confusion at the 'victim'. He stepped
back as he caught a whiff off her scent. Raspberries,
shampp, tinge of sweat, vampiric dust, and... Slayer. This
must be the infamous Faith.
She smiled darkly as she recognized him. Oh, he remembered
now, she'd come to help them defeat Glory right before Buffy
jumped. He hadn't exactly been in a good state to meet her,
but if he had been... The vampire circled the rogue Slayer,
getting her measure.
"Hello, Spike."
"Hey luv." He smiled. "Been a bit since you've seen me."
"Yeah. And I'm betting you're still as harmless as a kitten
up a tree."
"Nope. Bloody protal overloaded the chip, completely blew
it out. Ole neutered Spike's back to normal." Faith flinched,
minutely. "You scared now, pet?"
"If i was scared shouldn't I have run by now, pretty boy?
I ain't afraid of no vampire." She smirked, her lips curling
up off her perfect teeth. "Especially one as vulnerable as you,
Spike." He growled. Faith grabbed his arm and flipped him to
the ground. When he tried to rise she straddled his shoulders,
holding him down.
"I could get used to this," he drawled.
Faith grumbled something under her breath and settled back
to sit on his chest. "So what brings you to LA? I thought you'd be
moping around B's grave till the sun came up and turned you into
a pile of dust."
"Ain't nothing to keep me fraom being the old Spike, luv, not now."
"I've always liked the old Spike more than the new pansy one. The
old one was so much sexier." She licked her lips and inched on to
his lap.
Spike sat up and wrapped his arms around her waist. Leather pants
sild across black jeans as they stood up. "Come back to my place,
luv?"
"You don;t have a place."
"Damn."
"Then come to mine." She snaked her hands under his duster and
pulled him after her.
* * * *
Spike blinked and stretched. His whole body was sore. He turned
his head to stare at his new lover. She was wrapped in one of her
red silk sheets, eating whipped cream straight from the can in
front of the open refrigerator.
"Come on, luv, come back to bed." She smiled, sllamed the
refrigerator door and bounced back into bed with him. Three days after
coming home with her, it still alarmed him that she bounced like that.
He kissed her, licking the last of the whipped cream from her lips.
"Mmm...love your taste...love you, pet."
She settled her head on his bare chest. "Love you too, Spike."
Author's Notes: In this story, Faith shows up to help
defeat Glory and has already met Spike, in case you're
wondering why they're so 'friendly'. And can't you just
imagine Faith with red silk sheets?
Twins Part2
Night
(a.k.a. The Flashback Chapter ;)
The abandoned streets were dark and rank. He shrugged
the leather duster back over his shoulders and tried to
breathe through his nose. He remembered alleys just like
this back in Sunnydale. He hurriedly pushed the thought
away. Buffy's death was still too painful to deal with.
He started to run as he saw a man bent over a young
girl's neck in the shadow of an ominous dumpster. Spike
pulled the vampire away from his victim and his would-be
opponent crumbled into dust.
Spike stared in confusion at the 'victim'. He stepped
back as he caught a whiff off her scent. Raspberries,
shampp, tinge of sweat, vampiric dust, and... Slayer. This
must be the infamous Faith.
She smiled darkly as she recognized him. Oh, he remembered
now, she'd come to help them defeat Glory right before Buffy
jumped. He hadn't exactly been in a good state to meet her,
but if he had been... The vampire circled the rogue Slayer,
getting her measure.
"Hello, Spike."
"Hey luv." He smiled. "Been a bit since you've seen me."
"Yeah. And I'm betting you're still as harmless as a kitten
up a tree."
"Nope. Bloody protal overloaded the chip, completely blew
it out. Ole neutered Spike's back to normal." Faith flinched,
minutely. "You scared now, pet?"
"If i was scared shouldn't I have run by now, pretty boy?
I ain't afraid of no vampire." She smirked, her lips curling
up off her perfect teeth. "Especially one as vulnerable as you,
Spike." He growled. Faith grabbed his arm and flipped him to
the ground. When he tried to rise she straddled his shoulders,
holding him down.
"I could get used to this," he drawled.
Faith grumbled something under her breath and settled back
to sit on his chest. "So what brings you to LA? I thought you'd be
moping around B's grave till the sun came up and turned you into
a pile of dust."
"Ain't nothing to keep me fraom being the old Spike, luv, not now."
"I've always liked the old Spike more than the new pansy one. The
old one was so much sexier." She licked her lips and inched on to
his lap.
Spike sat up and wrapped his arms around her waist. Leather pants
sild across black jeans as they stood up. "Come back to my place,
luv?"
"You don;t have a place."
"Damn."
"Then come to mine." She snaked her hands under his duster and
pulled him after her.
* * * *
Spike blinked and stretched. His whole body was sore. He turned
his head to stare at his new lover. She was wrapped in one of her
red silk sheets, eating whipped cream straight from the can in
front of the open refrigerator.
"Come on, luv, come back to bed." She smiled, sllamed the
refrigerator door and bounced back into bed with him. Three days after
coming home with her, it still alarmed him that she bounced like that.
He kissed her, licking the last of the whipped cream from her lips.
"Mmm...love your taste...love you, pet."
She settled her head on his bare chest. "Love you too, Spike."
