Your eyes are burning holes through me
I'm gasoline
I'm burning clean
20th century go to sleep
You're plasticine
That is obscene
That is obscene
You are the star tonight
Your sun
Electric
Outta sight
Your light eclipse the moon tonight
Electrolyte
You're outta sight
If I ever want to fly
Mulhulland Drive
I am alive
Hollywood is under me
I'm Martin Sheen
I'm Steve McQueen
I'm Jimmy Dean
If you ever want to fly
Mulhulland Drive
Up in the sky
Your eyes are burning holes through me
I'm not scared
I'm outta here
I'm not scared
I'm outta here
Faye woke with a mouth swollen from imaginary kisses. She showered and her fingers lingered here and there on her white body expecting to see bruises left over from the night before.
She wandered out into the living room, cautiously. Her steps towards it fell lithely like a cat's. She didn't want to have a run-in with Spike. She didn't trust herself right now. Her head was still fuzzy with flashbacks. His hands. His eyes on her like they had been placed in his skull solely for that purpose. His mouth tearing carnivorously at her lips, her jaw and shoulders.
Stop thinking about it.
Think about how he'd throttle you if he found out you'd been thinking about that. You promised for his sake you wouldn't make things complicated for him.
For his sake.
What the hell was happening to her?
Shit.
Okay. The movie. Think about the movie.
She gave her head a good shake and walked determinedly into the living room. She needn't have been so worried about meeting Spike in there. He wasn't.
She sighed and smiled to herself, feeling silly.
"Maybe you can be in my next movie." Someone leaned over and hissed with mock seduction in her ear. She whirled around on her boot heels.
"Oh, just shut up." She said. Spike was such an asshole. What the hell did she see in him anyways?
"So, how's Mr. Calhoun?"
"Jealous?" She tossed lightly as she headed for the kitchen. She could feel Spike smiling behind her. The pink rose from her breasts up to her cheeks. She hoped he couldn't see that.
"Only of the dinner he must have bought you." He said. She reached up and felt around for Jet's stash of smokes above the refrigerator. She stretched herself onto the tips of her boots, her fingers fully extended. She couldn't reach. Spike stretched easily past her and plucked the half empty carton of cigarettes off the top of the fridge. When he slouched back his chest was almost touching her.
They stood there awkwardly for a moment. She became aware of every fibre in her being in those few seconds that passed. Her body swayed as though her legs were about to go out from under her.
Spike broke away suddenly, saying casually, "You know, there's a reason why Jet keeps these things out of your reach." He drew the carton from his lips, a cigarette clamped between them. He reached up and replaced the pack, turned, and left the kitchen.
Faye stood there staring after him for a few moments before narrowing her eyes and growling.
"I hate him."
She followed him out into the living room.
"Listen," She began. Spike's eyes were closed. He was lying on the couch. "After we figure out this movie thing..." Was he going to open his eyes and look at her? "...I'm going to get out of your hair."
"You've said that before." He answered after a long silence. He stretched out his legs and rested them on the coffee table.
"I know." Faye said.
"Jet's not going to take you back again. You hear that? You leave and you're not going to be able to come back." He sighed.
"I know." She said again. His eyes were still closed. She wanted to tear his eyelids off.
"Just as long as you know." He said.
Faye walked carefully towards the couch. "Spike,"
"What?" Spike answered, irritated. "Listen, I know what you're trying to do. You're trying to get a reaction from me. You're trying to get me to beg you to stay. Well, that's not going to happen. I couldn't care less if you stayed or fucked right off."
Her immediate response was to strangle him. But then something else occurred to her.
"Yeah, you do." She said evenly.
"Fuck you."
"It isn't just me, is it? It's you, too." The words were barely out of her mouth before Spike flew at her, slamming her into the wall with his hands on either side of her head. Her whole body was shaking. She could swear he was going to punch her. She stupidly wondered where his cigarette had gone.
His hands suddenly went limp and slipped from the wall. He whipped his body around and stormed off down the corridor.
Faye fell in a heap on the floor, breathing a sigh of relief.
Once again...the lyrics at the beginning of the chapter are from 'Electrolyte' by R.E.M. I'm not a huge R.E.M. fan but this is a pretty good song. And it mentions Steve McQueen who kicketh of the ass! Don't sue me.