@_@ Eepness when dealing with updates.
I don't want to take to long with the updates but this is a busy week for the Tiffo. Lots of tests and making my date get a real outfit for prom which is this tomorrow actually later today. Not to mention actually getting all my plans done for prom and getting the purple off my ear from where I re-dyed my hair. Any way I guess my point is that I hope you feel privileged that I am updating instead of studying for Japanese or doing my math homework.
Ok so prom is over its just taken me this long to update and I am truly sorry. But the weekend is coming up and so I plan on working on some then.
P.S. One of the reasons it took me so long to update is, its damn hard writing a believable, ok semi-believable reason for too people that think they hate each other to get together. At least it was for me.
Chapter 2: Right Room Wrong Room; alls the same. When alcohol's to blame.
Faye sat at her desk lost in the memories. That night eight years before. It was strange she could never remember anything when she was drunk, but she could remember that night so vividly; she could still taste him and the alcohol they had both had.
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She couldn't remember where she had gotten the ridiculous idea to get up and get something to eat.
She ran her hand along the wall of the ship for balance as she walked.
"I am not drunk, I am not drunk." She mumbled to her self (a tell tale sign that she was in fact very drunk). "I am…" She stumbled over herself as she concentrated too hard on saying the words without slurring. Picking herself up from the floor she heard a familiar voice.
"Damn, you are sooo drunk."
Leaning against the wall she tried to glare at Spike. "So are you."
"Am not."
"Oh yeah then how come you were about to walk into the storage closet?"
Spike blinked. He had thought for sure that this one was his room.
"Damn."
He shut the door and staggered on down the hall past her. "Have a nice time trying to get to the kitchen."
She stuck her tongue out at his back.
Deciding that the light was evil and cruel she flipped the switch back off as soon as she "walked" into the kitchen.
What had she made this big trek here for anyway? As usual there wasn't any food. She sat on the floor for a while contemplating. Well not really, cause she never had rational thoughts when she was drunk. But they came to her now anyway. For reasons she either couldn't or didn't want to explain to herself the first thing she thought of was Spike.
He was such a dumbass. Especially when he was drunk. She was drunk, but at least she didn't walk into wrong rooms.
He was only in his boxers, Faye's mind told her. And damn did he look good.
"What the…" Why the hell, am I thinking this. It was Spike for crying out loud; gross. To her he was nothing he was just… doable, God Damn she had had too much to drink.
Her mind responded with flashes of a mostly naked Spike walking down the hall, in his room sleeping, leaning over her face. Whoa, where had that one come from.
"Stop it." She muttered, hoping to force the image out.
Thinking about Spike always led to unwanted thoughts; though not usually of this kind. Mostly the thing that Spike reminded her of was a past. She had always wondered what it was like to have a past. Spike seemed to hate his, but still to have one no mater how horrible it had been was something she had always thought about. She would sit for hours just wondering and re-watching her video. She would try so hard to remember who she had been. Watching and watching; watching and hoping, but finally she realized that it wouldn't work and that the more she stared at the tape the more it seemed to be mocking her.
"Who am I?" She couldn't pass a day without whispering that simple and yet utterly profound phrase. It hadn't really bothered her that much before, but recently she began to question herself more and more.
The floor was chilling her; a deep seated cold that settled in her bones. She felt something wet on her cheek. What the... She was crying, she never cried why the, what. She didn't understand. What was this that she was feeling? Was she afraid? What the hell did she have to be afraid of? She wasn't afraid of anything. She started the long trek down the hall.
Alone. She shivered. She wasn't afraid to be alone. Was she?
She felt cold, like she was frozen. Frozen again. Trapped and cold. And oh so very alone. She could feel the water running down her face.
Alone, alone and so cold. No past, no future.
"No." She whispered as her hand found the doorknob.
She collapsed into the room. Sliding down the door, she was so cold. What was happening to her? That was it she was never drinking again. It so strange I've never been a depressed drunk. She rubbed her arms but the cold wouldn't release her. Faye tried to figure out what she was feeling. There was pressure against her skull and a sound in the distance.
'Who are you?' The far off voice asked her. Why oh why didn't she know. She was losing sight of the darkness; a cold fog covering her eyes.
'What are you doing here?' The tormenting voice continued. Leave me alone, she thought. She tried to remember what it was like to be warm. But no matter how she fought it there seemed to be nothing that could free her from this cold sleep.
Suddenly, she felt something. A warmth invading her cold, on her shoulder she tried to look, but only found that her head would not turn. The faint sound returned like a rushing wind, and another warmth fell on her cheek.
'Faye, wake up.' The fog in her eyes faded and she found herself looking into two mismatched brown eyes. She felt herself give a sharp intake of breath.
"Faye are you ok?" Spike's face was mere inches from hers. His one eye stared at her in pure concern the other looked as plainly as any other time.
She felt herself drifting out of the cold towards his radiating warmth. She could feel his hand on her shoulder and see where he had dropped the gun that had been pressed against her head. But mostly, mostly she could feel his other hand holding and even somewhat caressing her cheek. His warm thumb moved lazily over her cheek. She began to let herself be carried away by this new found warmth. So much so that she didn't notice Spike talking to her.
"What?" She looked at him both questionably and annoyed that he had ruined her moment.
"I said, what are you doing in my room?"
She looked around; she was in his room. She had made the same mistake he had earlier, how could I be so stupid.
He continued to stare at her.
"I…" His hand moved from her cheek and she flinched. She could feel the loneliness coming back. Why was his touch so soothing?
"Look if you came in by accident then I forgive you, but if you don't need anything I'd like to be getting back to bed."
Oh there's something I need; her mind had immediately switched back to dirty mode; and she could feel her cold being replaced. She traced her eyes along his naked shoulders along his chest to his boxers. She had to clench her fist to keep her hand from reaching out and ripping them down. She had to get out of here and fast. Before her raging hormones completely took over. She just couldn't understand why; why this sudden attraction to the most annoying man in the universe.
"Faye?!" She blinked back to reality and realized she was still staring at his crotch. "Faye if…"
"I'm Fine." She forced out. "I just must not have been paying attention and walked into the wrong room."
He stared at her and she knew he had noticed her stare. "Are you sure?" The back of her mind screamed at the possible hidden meaning in this statement. "You looked pretty shook up when you came in here." Faye sighed as the back of her mind groaned in frustration.
She took a moment to compose herself further. "I'm fine, really. I just had too much to drink and I need to sleep it off." She thought she saw a flicker of something behind Spike's eye but then there was nothing.
They both stood. She could feel the heat waves coming from his body. She started to open the door when for reasons she may never understand she made her fatal slip and reached out her hand running it down his chest.
Spike's hand immediately grabbed her own. Shock took her; shock at him grabbing her and even more so at her touching him. A long silence passed between them. Spike held her hand in an ever tightening grip and in reflex she gripped the door handle tighter. She began to feel a sense of fear towards the man who was towering over her and easily over powering her. She did not like the way this was turning out, how could she have ever been so stupid; now Spike would try to kill her. The squeezing on her hand intensified and Faye let out a small cry.
"Spike stop."
Her back hit into the door knob. He had her pressed into the wall; she hadn't even remembered backing up. She felt vulnerable and exposed; and when she looked into Spike's eyes what she found did not help her situation. She had seen that look too many times but she thought she would never see it in those eyes. Her natural response was one of pure disgust, but given her current position her body decided it best to just be angry (besides not every part of her was fighting this).
"Spike let go of me."
He pushed her arm against the wall next to her head. "You touched me."
She could feel him staring at her, not needing to imagine much in her small tank top and pajama shorts.
She tried to move her arm that was pinned. "Get the hell off of me Spike."
His eyes returned to her face and his vision cleared. He smirked a little. "If I remember correctly it was you who came in here looking for something." His breath still reeked of alcohol.
"Like hell. There isn't anything you have that I could possibly want."
"You're lying." He leaned over her breathing softly on her neck.
"No." She whispered, as a lovely sensation began to grow inside of her.
What?! He was only breathing on her, how could it affect her like this. A new type of fear was growing in Faye. It wasn't of Spike but of herself; they had never been this close before and her body was reacting in ways she never would have imagined. Her body should be fighting this not urging it on. Spike was attractive of course she knew that, but that wasn't everything. Just because she dressed like a slut didn't mean she was one.
His mouth was resting right above her neck and she could almost feel his lips brushing against her as he breathed. Her heart was speeding up, what was happening. Well she knew what was happening, the real question was why?
Why? She put her free hand on his neck to pull him away but that's only as far as she got; physically unable to pull him away from her. Unintentionally her hand began kneed the skin on the back of his neck and he took it as a cue to move further. Now his lips were on her neck and her ear, she could feel his tongue tracing a line of fire up her neck. Her knees felt week, everything was getting fuzzy. A small moan passed by her lips and she could feel Spike smile into her neck. He stopped and a small pain grew in her heart. They stared at each other for a moment before Faye rushed forward and pressed their lips together.
As their kissing intensified his hands fell to her body, leaving heat spots wherever he touched her cool skin.
In the back of her mind she still knew that this was wrong, they were drunk and would regret this later. Hell, they already hated each other so much they didn't need to add a reason.
Spike broke the kiss and pulled of Faye's shirt; as his mouth ran over her exposed breasts all thoughts of wrongness left her mind.
^_^ Hehehe ok so I didn't actually get around to the true lemon. But it's coming, soon obviously. It's just that I've been working on this update for like a week and I feel bad that I haven't put anything up. But I do plan on trying to do the next too chapters this weekend.
^_^ Tiffo
Curiosity Killed the Hobbit.