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Chapter 4
Faye sat in the tub slowly peeling off her blood soaked clothing; she tossed her bra out onto the floor, followed by the rest of it. Spike sat in the hallway, right outside the bathroom door. He could hear her dropping the wet clothes. Plop.Plop. He winced. Shit. Now I'm going to have to drag her out of there naked. He looked at the ceiling. Why am I being punished this way? He thought taking a drag of his cigarette.
Faye was trying her best to bathe herself but it just wasn't happening like she had hoped. Every inch of her body ached. Most of her wounds were now bleeding through the bandages Spike had applied only hours before, and the pain of it all was almost bringing her to tears. Every time she moved sharp pains shot through her body. From his position in the hallway Spike could hear her whining and sniffling. He groaned, knowing what was going to happen next.
"Spike!" Faye called out thinking he was farther away than he actually was.
"What?" he asked sharply not moving from his position in the hallway.
"I.I need help." She hated to admit it, but after all she was pretty much stuck in the tub now.
"I'm not moving from this spot until you are done Faye. There is no way you can get me to come in there."
"P-Please, Spike. I cant do this.it hurts.I'm serious," she whined. It was obvious that she was in a lot of pain. He knew she wasn't just taunting him, but he still didn't want to go help her.
"Faye, don't make me come in there!" He growled turning his head in the direction of the bathroom. He took another drag, and looked at the ceiling again. He sighed. She was making small pained sounds as he listened to her slosh around in the tub.
"Faye!"
"You just have to wash my hair for me that's it!" She yelled getting annoyed.
He sighed again, "Just your hair?" he asked.
"Yes, just my hair," she growled at him. You'd think he'd want to look at a beautiful naked woman-soaking wet, but of course since he's Spike he has to be difficult. Geesh.
Spike sat in the hallway for another moment, preparing himself for what he was about to do, thinking about it, letting it 'soak' in.
He jumped up, "Hold on!" he shouted running towards the kitchen. He looked underneath the sink and found just what he was searching for. A pair of lime green latex gloves, he pulled them onto his slender arms, and ran back to the bathroom. Spike stopped in the doorway, bracing himself.
Finally he made that first step towards the tub.
He kneeled down. "All right Faye, here goes," He said putting one arm in on either side of the curtain. Faye looked at the arm just above her head, she tried to turn to see the one behind her head but it was too painful.
"Spike what the hell are you doing?" She asked one eyebrow rose in confusion.
"You said I had to wash your hair, you didn't say I had to look at you," his speech was muffled by the shower curtain. She could see his face pressed uncomfortably against it. She giggled, and then winced.
"Now what's the matter?" he asked concern showing through his voice.
"Nothing," she said, closing her eyes. "Let's just get this over with so that I can get the hell out of here."
"Fine by me. Put the shampoo in my hand." He instructed her.
"Uh, Spike why the hell are you wearing green gloves?"
"Uh, because."
"What do you think I have germs or something?!" She exclaimed sounding hurt.
"Well, uh, I don't know.I."
"You're an asshole Spike! Forget it! I'll wash it myself!" Faye shrieked trying to push his arms out of the tub. "Go away, just leave me alone! I can do it, my.Ah...owwww." she stopped talking abruptly and started to make her whiney sounds again. Spike could tell she was crying. He pulled the curtain back without thinking.
"What's the matter? Ahh!" He asked, and then shut his eyes quickly, even though he already got a nice eyeful of Faye. She whimpered again.
"Fine. I'll take the stupid gloves off just stop crying and hurting yourself.alright?" he asked, eyes still closed.
"O-Okay." she sniffled.
He pulled the gloves off tossing them to the side. Faye poured a nice amount of shampoo into his hand. Then she placed his hand on top of her head, he could feel how nice her hair felt as he lathered it up with the shampoo. His eyes remained closed the whole time, but he could hear Faye's breathing. She sounds like she's enjoying this, Spike thought. His slender fingers moved through her violet tresses, massaging her scalp as they did so. Her breathing was getting heavier; Spike opened one eye to look at her face briefly. Her eyes were closed, but her head was tilted up towards the ceiling, lips slightly parted. Her chest rose up and down. Spike reached up for the showerhead, yanking it down, snapping his eyes shut again.
"Okay, time to rinse!" He said abruptly before turning on the water full blast. Faye shrieked as he rinsed her hair.
"IT'S FREEZING COLD SPIKE!!!"
"Oh, sorry," he said cranking the dial in the opposite direction.
"AHHH! Now it's too hot! Stop! Stop!"
"What?" He asked innocently. His eyes were still closed but he had a small smile gracing his lips.
Faye narrowed her eyes, knowing he had burnt her and froze her on purpose.
"Here," she said grabbing the sprayer out of his hands. "Let me fix it," she said with a devilish smirk spreading across her beautiful lips. She cranked the knob back to cold, and sprayed Spike right in the face! He fell back almost hitting his head on the toilet. Sitting up, he wiped the water from his face with a soapy hand.
"Fine, you can get yourself out of there all by yourself then!" He stood and walked out of the bathroom.
"SPIKE!" she shrieked after him. Water flew everywhere as she punched the water with one hand. "Ow." she whimpered under her breath.
Spike stood in the training room, staring once again out into space. Slowly smoking a cigarette, he thought about this entire happening with Faye. He still didn't understand how she could have let herself get involved in something like that. She had never let any man treat her as badly as that guy certainly had. Spike knew it wasn't a one-time occurrence. He had known that man she killed, Jacob Alexander. He was famous for the way he treated his women. Spike flinched as he thought that, 'his women'. Faye wasn't one of those women was she? If so, what other shit did he make her do? Spike shuddered, shaking his head. He put out the smoke as he heard a loud crash, followed by a thud.
"Guess she got herself out of the tub." He mumbled as he ran towards the bathroom.
"Whoa. Shit Faye I'm sorry," he began. She tried to cover herself with her arms as he reached up and handed her a towel.
"Here," he said quietly holding it out to her. She reached out and their fingers barely touched as she grabbed the towel from him.
"I'm sorry," he repeated actually sincere this time. She looked up at him as if he was speaking gibberish.
"Forget it," the words sounded weak coming from her. The wounded cowgirl tried to stand but she couldn't support herself and fell back down.
"Here," Spike reached down and pulled her effortlessly into his arms. "Faye. I didn't."
"Just forget it." she said repeating herself flatly.
"Well, I'm not the one who went out and got myself all shot up." Spike began.
Faye cut him off, "What about all those times you came home practically dead? Huh? Jet and I fixed you up and we never treated you as badly as you're treating me! What about that Spike? Or did you forget?" She started wiggling around in his arms trying to free herself.
"Faye just knock it off or you're going to hurt yourself again. I said I was sorry what more do you want?"
" A lot."
Chapter 4
Faye sat in the tub slowly peeling off her blood soaked clothing; she tossed her bra out onto the floor, followed by the rest of it. Spike sat in the hallway, right outside the bathroom door. He could hear her dropping the wet clothes. Plop.Plop. He winced. Shit. Now I'm going to have to drag her out of there naked. He looked at the ceiling. Why am I being punished this way? He thought taking a drag of his cigarette.
Faye was trying her best to bathe herself but it just wasn't happening like she had hoped. Every inch of her body ached. Most of her wounds were now bleeding through the bandages Spike had applied only hours before, and the pain of it all was almost bringing her to tears. Every time she moved sharp pains shot through her body. From his position in the hallway Spike could hear her whining and sniffling. He groaned, knowing what was going to happen next.
"Spike!" Faye called out thinking he was farther away than he actually was.
"What?" he asked sharply not moving from his position in the hallway.
"I.I need help." She hated to admit it, but after all she was pretty much stuck in the tub now.
"I'm not moving from this spot until you are done Faye. There is no way you can get me to come in there."
"P-Please, Spike. I cant do this.it hurts.I'm serious," she whined. It was obvious that she was in a lot of pain. He knew she wasn't just taunting him, but he still didn't want to go help her.
"Faye, don't make me come in there!" He growled turning his head in the direction of the bathroom. He took another drag, and looked at the ceiling again. He sighed. She was making small pained sounds as he listened to her slosh around in the tub.
"Faye!"
"You just have to wash my hair for me that's it!" She yelled getting annoyed.
He sighed again, "Just your hair?" he asked.
"Yes, just my hair," she growled at him. You'd think he'd want to look at a beautiful naked woman-soaking wet, but of course since he's Spike he has to be difficult. Geesh.
Spike sat in the hallway for another moment, preparing himself for what he was about to do, thinking about it, letting it 'soak' in.
He jumped up, "Hold on!" he shouted running towards the kitchen. He looked underneath the sink and found just what he was searching for. A pair of lime green latex gloves, he pulled them onto his slender arms, and ran back to the bathroom. Spike stopped in the doorway, bracing himself.
Finally he made that first step towards the tub.
He kneeled down. "All right Faye, here goes," He said putting one arm in on either side of the curtain. Faye looked at the arm just above her head, she tried to turn to see the one behind her head but it was too painful.
"Spike what the hell are you doing?" She asked one eyebrow rose in confusion.
"You said I had to wash your hair, you didn't say I had to look at you," his speech was muffled by the shower curtain. She could see his face pressed uncomfortably against it. She giggled, and then winced.
"Now what's the matter?" he asked concern showing through his voice.
"Nothing," she said, closing her eyes. "Let's just get this over with so that I can get the hell out of here."
"Fine by me. Put the shampoo in my hand." He instructed her.
"Uh, Spike why the hell are you wearing green gloves?"
"Uh, because."
"What do you think I have germs or something?!" She exclaimed sounding hurt.
"Well, uh, I don't know.I."
"You're an asshole Spike! Forget it! I'll wash it myself!" Faye shrieked trying to push his arms out of the tub. "Go away, just leave me alone! I can do it, my.Ah...owwww." she stopped talking abruptly and started to make her whiney sounds again. Spike could tell she was crying. He pulled the curtain back without thinking.
"What's the matter? Ahh!" He asked, and then shut his eyes quickly, even though he already got a nice eyeful of Faye. She whimpered again.
"Fine. I'll take the stupid gloves off just stop crying and hurting yourself.alright?" he asked, eyes still closed.
"O-Okay." she sniffled.
He pulled the gloves off tossing them to the side. Faye poured a nice amount of shampoo into his hand. Then she placed his hand on top of her head, he could feel how nice her hair felt as he lathered it up with the shampoo. His eyes remained closed the whole time, but he could hear Faye's breathing. She sounds like she's enjoying this, Spike thought. His slender fingers moved through her violet tresses, massaging her scalp as they did so. Her breathing was getting heavier; Spike opened one eye to look at her face briefly. Her eyes were closed, but her head was tilted up towards the ceiling, lips slightly parted. Her chest rose up and down. Spike reached up for the showerhead, yanking it down, snapping his eyes shut again.
"Okay, time to rinse!" He said abruptly before turning on the water full blast. Faye shrieked as he rinsed her hair.
"IT'S FREEZING COLD SPIKE!!!"
"Oh, sorry," he said cranking the dial in the opposite direction.
"AHHH! Now it's too hot! Stop! Stop!"
"What?" He asked innocently. His eyes were still closed but he had a small smile gracing his lips.
Faye narrowed her eyes, knowing he had burnt her and froze her on purpose.
"Here," she said grabbing the sprayer out of his hands. "Let me fix it," she said with a devilish smirk spreading across her beautiful lips. She cranked the knob back to cold, and sprayed Spike right in the face! He fell back almost hitting his head on the toilet. Sitting up, he wiped the water from his face with a soapy hand.
"Fine, you can get yourself out of there all by yourself then!" He stood and walked out of the bathroom.
"SPIKE!" she shrieked after him. Water flew everywhere as she punched the water with one hand. "Ow." she whimpered under her breath.
Spike stood in the training room, staring once again out into space. Slowly smoking a cigarette, he thought about this entire happening with Faye. He still didn't understand how she could have let herself get involved in something like that. She had never let any man treat her as badly as that guy certainly had. Spike knew it wasn't a one-time occurrence. He had known that man she killed, Jacob Alexander. He was famous for the way he treated his women. Spike flinched as he thought that, 'his women'. Faye wasn't one of those women was she? If so, what other shit did he make her do? Spike shuddered, shaking his head. He put out the smoke as he heard a loud crash, followed by a thud.
"Guess she got herself out of the tub." He mumbled as he ran towards the bathroom.
"Whoa. Shit Faye I'm sorry," he began. She tried to cover herself with her arms as he reached up and handed her a towel.
"Here," he said quietly holding it out to her. She reached out and their fingers barely touched as she grabbed the towel from him.
"I'm sorry," he repeated actually sincere this time. She looked up at him as if he was speaking gibberish.
"Forget it," the words sounded weak coming from her. The wounded cowgirl tried to stand but she couldn't support herself and fell back down.
"Here," Spike reached down and pulled her effortlessly into his arms. "Faye. I didn't."
"Just forget it." she said repeating herself flatly.
"Well, I'm not the one who went out and got myself all shot up." Spike began.
Faye cut him off, "What about all those times you came home practically dead? Huh? Jet and I fixed you up and we never treated you as badly as you're treating me! What about that Spike? Or did you forget?" She started wiggling around in his arms trying to free herself.
"Faye just knock it off or you're going to hurt yourself again. I said I was sorry what more do you want?"
" A lot."