I will come to you at night time

And I will raise you from your sleep

I will kiss you in four places

As I go running along your street



I will squeeze the life out of you

You will make me laugh and make me cry

And we will never forget it

You will make you call your name

And I'll shout it to the blue summer sky



And may never meet again

So shed your skin and let's get started

And you will throw your arms around me

Yes, you will throw your arms around me



Faye slipped into a t-shirt after scrubbing furiously at her teeth and gums with her toothbrush. She slid her feet out of their slippers on reaching her bed, glad another day was finally over. She had been feeling this way a lot lately and wasn't entirely sure why.



Let's see. Could it be because you're in love with a guy who'll never love you back? That you feel like you need to sleep all the time so that you won't have to think about him or speak to him or miss him when he's not around? So, so sad. How did she turn into this?



She brought her legs in under the sheets and slammed herself into the mattress, instantly pulling the blankets up and over her shoulder. She curled up on her side and squeezed her eyes closed.



Sleep, dammit.



Unsettling, besides the crush on Spike and all the torturous symptoms that went with it was that, like a masochist, she was eating up the sweet and awful pain. She couldn't deny that it was nice feeling this way about someone. It meant that she wasn't yet as tough as a whore. Love could still be felt.



Was that what this was? She wondered that again. She hadn't felt it in so long. It seemed different from what she felt for Whitney. With Whitney it was enough to let herself be taken care of. Of course, that had turned out to be a big joke. But it was good for as long as it had happened and it taught her that she couldn't rely on anyone but herself. Spike. This thing with Spike was so different. Her feelings felt so much more mature. She wanted to wrap herself around him. Let him fill every space in her body with every part of his.



She slept with these thoughts in her head.



Spike's beautiful hands. Yes, beautiful. Touching every part of her. Her hair, her face, the soft spot below her ear, her neck.

He dragged his thumb along her bottom lip, pushing her lips apart before tearing at her with his mouth. She felt his teeth dig into her and she pushed herself mercilessly forward, her hands in his hair, her ankles crossing over his as he pulls himself on top of her.



She starts, suddenly awake. Ashamed of herself and how warm her skin suddenly feels. Wondering if Spike, lying on the couch on the other side of the ship, could feel her thoughts. She would immediately drop dead if that were the case. Her hands were cool from being beneath her pillow and she brought them against her hot face. She took a deep breath. This was going to kill her.



After this last job, she was leaving.





-The song I opened with is Throw Your Arms Around Me by Hunters & Collectors...don't sue me, please.