Okay, breathe.
Faye's eyes fluttered beneath their lids when she felt his presence exit the room. His breath was warm and dry and laden with the stink of cigarettes. She wanted to feel it again so badly. She lay still on her bed trying to understand what had almost happened. Wondered why it didn't happen. She finally leapt from the bed and crept down the hallway.
Spike hadn't gotten very far. He had come to a stop halfway down the corridor. His shoulders were hunched and his hands were in firm fists at his sides.
"Don't come near me." He said. Faye stopped in her tracks.
"Why?" She asked.
"Just don't, okay?" Why was he just standing there, then? He must want her to do something. She waited for further instruction.
Spike grabbed a fistful of his hair and stiffened. He was losing it again. In front of her. He started to walk away.
"Spike..." He was probably going to whip around and strangle her in a second. She walked carefully towards him. Suddenly, he barked, "Don't." Faye stopped breathing so that she could hear his own breaths leaving him in the form of fierce jerks of his shoulders. But her hand had taken on a life of its own and reached out to touch his arm.
He whirled around, snatching her fingers and giving them a nasty wrench. But just as suddenly as he had wanted to hurt her he pressed her into the wall and crushed her mouth with his own. He moaned through parted lips and tore at her ravenously. Her mouth opened against his.
His fingers curled and dug themselves into her arms and Faye was certain he would leave his marks all over her. But Spike pulled away with the same ferocity that had propelled him towards her.
"Fuck!" He cried, throwing her from him and into the wall. She clutched her arm where she had struck it and fell to the ground. She turned her head the other way and listened to Spike charging down the corridor.
What the hell just happened?
She sat in a heap on the floor with moist eyes that should have been completely dried up by now after the day she'd had. She knew better than to follow him. She wasn't even certain whether or not she wanted to ever move from this spot. Her shoulder throbbed and she tried to feel offended by the actions that had led up to the bruise she was positive she'd find on her arm tomorrow but she didn't really feel anything.
Except that she wanted to do it all over again.