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The Best Deceptions: A Cowboy Bebop Fanfic
By: Katie S.
Rated: PG-13/ R ( sexual situations, language)
Category: Romance/ Drama
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Chapter 4: The Strange Way to Wash Dishes
Have you ever regretted something and longed for it at the same time? Yeah, I sound pretty crazy right now, but if you were in my situation, you'd know what I mean. I mean it's not everyday your fiance goes off on a business trip, and while he's gone, you find yourself doing things you'd never imagine would happen. Okay, so what happened between Spike and I at the club a few days ago wasn't really much, but it still beats frivolously at the back of my mind, and everytime I look at him I'm reminded of the scandal. And what vexes me the most is that he acts as if nothing happened. Like we just went, had a few drinks, and came home, nevermind the lust- filled grinding we were sharing on the dance floor. Maybe he was just too drunk to remember... But what about me? I was just as drunk as him and I remember it vividly. And besides, you usually remember what happens when you're drunk, you were just to drunk at the moment to make the right decions.
Hell, why am I fretting over this anyways?
I should be happy he doesn't remeber, that way I don't have to be basking in guilt everytime I look at him....
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It was monday night, and I was tired as hell from the long day waitressing at the diner. The only thing I wanted to do when I got home was take a long, relaxing bath, but I knew I'd come home to dirty dishes, unmade beds, and a very grouchy Spike, which I really wasn't in the mood for. Ever since Spike and I met, I felt as if we were already living together like a couple, always bickering over who was to do the dishes, or make the beds. Just stupid things like that made me wonder what the hell I was doing. I mean, the man was technically already healed, but I was still letting him live with me, free of charge. I never really thought about it at the time, I just went on with my everyday life, nevermind the fact that I was letting another man live with me while my fiance is away on a business trip. So, I wasn't really thinking about any of the consequences, but hell, I'm Faye Valentine, Pocker Alice, I never worry about anything besides how to cheat and weasle my way out of things.
Which is exactly what I was doing....
" Spike!" I called out to him as I set my coat down, my body practically throbbing with pain after a long day of work.
There was no response, as usual, and I slowly trudged my body into the living room, where he would most likely be sprawled out on the couch, watching Big Shot or something. And of course, there he was, glancing back at me wearily.
" Did you do the dishes like I asked?" I stomped over towards him, picking up empty potato chip bags and beer cans along the way. God, men are so lazy and useless...
" I don't know what you're talking about..." His eyes returned to the T.V, shrugging his shoulders lightly.
Sighing heavily, I grasped him by the collar of his undershirt, shoving him farther into the couch. " Why are you so freakin' useless sometimes?! You can't even do the dishes while I'm away WORKING?!" I shot him a cold glare, letting go the collar of his shirt and throwing my hands up angirly. I was getting tired of his shit... Attractive or not...
" Whatever... stupid shrew.." He rolled his eyes at me, brushing imaginary dirt off of his undershirt where I had grabbed it.
My eyes widened furiously. " STUPID SHREW?! I saved your life you dumbass! And now you can't even do the dishes in return?!"
He shot up quickly, meeting his choclate orbs with my emerald ones." I NEVER asked you to save me!" He grasped my arm tightly, pulling me closer towards him.
" Yeah, well I'm sorry! I'm sorry for doing the right thing for once in my life!" I screamed back at him, pulling away from his grip.
A suprised look tugged softly at his features. " Y-you think saving my life was the right thing to do?" His chocolate eyes darted towards the ground, filling with guilt.
I paused, slowly sitting down next to him. " Spike... Nobody deserves to die like that. Nobody can choose to die, or even live. It's all the way fate unravels..." Obviously hurt by the truth in my word, he glanced back at me, smiling apologetically.
" Fine. You win. I'll do the damn dishes..." He rolled his eyes blatantly, but smirked sarcastically right afterwards.
I smirked sheepishly. " Good boy...I've got you wrapped around my finger and you know it..."
He rolled his eyes at me, slowly shuffling towards the kitchen. Yep, we act like a married couple...
Wait a second, that's not a good thing... Why was I smiling? I was supposed to be marrying Vicious, not Spike. Spike would be out of there before Vicious even gets home from his business trip...
Vigorously shaking my thoughts out of my head, I shakily stumbled out of the living room and towards my bedroom. I had to get him out of my mind. He was slowly wiggling his way in, and I was actually.... no, no... I wasn't falling in love with Spike. It was all an attraction... right? Well, he was confusing the hell out of me, that's for sure. I had only known him for a week and I was already growing feelings for him. Is that even possible? Could you really have feelings for someone you met merely a week ago? And to top that off, I was engaged. I loved Vicious with all my heart, but Spike was so mysterious... I was drawn to him...
I threw my tired body onto my bed, gripping the sheets tightly. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want Spike to leave. But what if Vicious came home early? I couldn't bring myself together to think about the consequences, because in fact, I wasn't used to it. I never thought about things before or after I did them, I just did it, with no regrets or wishes. And that was actually the first time I had ever thought about anything after it happened. Maybe its because it was truly a big mistake. I was gonna be married, yet there I was letting my heart grow on someone else. It's so funny. When I was a child, I told myself I'd only fall for one and only one person; one person that would make me eternally happy. Yet as I grew, all my thoughts changed totally on the subject. Then I met Vicious, and my thoughts reverted back to my childish hopes, and I was content. But it didn't end there. I had to meet Spike. And my thoughts just had to change again back to their old oblivious selves. Why did life have to make everything so complicated....
I sighed heavily, sitting up upbruptly. I could hear Spike's curses from the other room, and my lips slowly curved into a smug smirk. I figured he was in the kitchen, making a futile mess just over doing dishes. That man could be so amusing at times...
Imagining the mess my kitchen was sure to become, I dragged myself off of my bed, rolling my eyes slightly. I slowly trudged my body into the kitchen, sighing heavily for extra effect.
" Spike... can't you at least do dishes properly?" I glanced at him and I couldn't help but laugh. There were soap suds all over the kitchen and inevitably all over him, his unruly green hair hidden behind massive amounts of the soapy content.
He turned towards me, shooting me an icy glare. " What? At least I'm trying..." He turned back towards the sink, scrubbing the pan alot more vigorously than needed.
I chuckled again, moving towards him. " How much soap did you use anyways?" I raised a brow at him sarcasticaly, smirking back at him mockingly.
He sighed heavily. " I don't know... a little?" He continued to scrub the pan vigorously, I was beginning to wonder if he was gonna burn a hole through it.
" A little?" I chuckled again, poking the soap suds that covered the counter.
" If you're gonna sit here and make fun of me, you might as well leave. Besides, its not like I do the dishes everyday..." He angirly threw the rag in the water, splashing the soapy water all over me. I gave him a dangerous glare in return.
" I'm not making fun of you! Just let me do it you stupid lunkhead!" I pushed him out of the way as best I could, rolling my sleeves up to ready them for the water.
He pushed me back, giving me a sarcastic glare. " No, I was here first!"
I rolled my eyes at him. " What, are you saying you want to do it?" I raised a brow at him, smirking coyly.
" No! God damn it! You're such a stupid shrew!" He threw the rag at me, sending large amounts of soap suds in my direction.
I caught the rag, swiftly throwing it back at him." Why do you always call me that?" If he was gonna play these games, I might as well fight back...
" Because that's what you are!" He grasped a handful of suds and flung them at me, scattering them all across my face.
I wiped the soap away. Oh, so he wants to play soap commando? " I am not! You're the stupid lunkhead dumb asshole!" I could've gone farther if I really wanted to...
" Am I? Thanks for the words of wisdom, Faye..." He rolled his eyes at me, turning back towards the dishes. But I wasn't gonna end it there...
I smirked coyly, flinging a handful of soap at him. " Don't mess with me Spike..." I gave him a dangerous look, but smirked sheepishly in return.
I think that's what did it. He obviously had had enough, because before I knew it, I was on the ground, soap suds scattered all over me. He glanced down at me, smirking coyly at his defeat.
I couldn't believe that bastard pushed me on the ground..." Hey! What the hell was that for you asshole!" I balled my fists up angrily, kicking him in the shins and sending him to the ground, soap suds flying through the air.
His eyes widened in shock. He really didn't think I would do that? Boy was he naive...
" I told you. Don't mess with me..." I pulled myself into a sitting position, wiping the soap suds off of my drenched body.
" Ooo, you crossed the line Faye..." He gathered a large amount of soap, abruptly flinging them at me. I tried hard to block them, but they still managed to tangle themselves in my hair. I yelped immaturely, and he simply chuckled teasingly at me.
So he really did want to play soap commando. Well then, let the games begin...
So I know what you're thinking. How childish, right? Well put yourself in my situation. If someone is going to be flinging soap suds all over you, you're obviously going to fight back, especially if that person is Spike. I knew it would be quite the mess to clean up, but I'd just make him clean it up anyways. And besides, how often do you get in a soap fights? Yeah, that's what I thought....
I tried hard to stumble away from Spike, but I slipped carlessly on a patch of soap, my whole body smacking the soapy floor with a thud. I grimaced at the pain, but I still pressed on, crawling on my hands and knees just to get away from him. I was losing miserably at the game we were playing, but I didn't care, it was still fun... in a scary kinda of way.
" You're not gonna get away from me!" He smirked sheepishly, diving towards me and collapsing on top of me. My whole face burned into a deep crimson shade, and my eyes widened in shock. Spike was litterally lying on top of me, and he wasn't making any movement to get away. I tried to scream, but the only thing that came out of mouth was a little squeak that even I barely heard.
I felt him position his body so he was lying more fully on top of me, his hands entangling in my violet tresses. He inched closer and closer, a coy smile pressed on his lips. I shut my eyes tightly. I couldn't bear to see what happened next, and I sure as hell wasn't gonna let myself give in to him. But despite how tightly I had my eyes closed, I could still feel his warm, inviting breath traveling down the open skin on my neck, sending chills down my spine. I finally opened my eyes, realizing that having them closed wasn't doing much, but I still couldn't look at him, my eyes fixing on the ceiling above me. His lips inched dangerously closer to my skin, and I swear I felt his lips brushing against my neck. But this time he wasn't drunk. And we both knew it. But he still continued, pressing his face closer and closer to mine. I bit my lip nervously, and I still couldn't look at him, although I know he wanted me to. He licked his lips, his warm tongue nearly pressing itself against my lips. I could feel his eyes boring into me, but I wasn't gonna look at him.... I wasn't gonna let him kiss me... His lips hung teasingly above mine, his breath pressing against mine, causing my whole body to tremble. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't move. Couldn't speak.... Couldn't breathe... what was I supposed to do?
I could feel him smirking at me, like he had won the fight. Which, technically, he had. I mean, hell, I was lying underneath him in a very uncomfortable position, in which he could've kissed me along time ago. But he didn't... or at least not yet.
" I knew it. You did like it when I kissed along your neck at the club."
My eyes widened in shock. That was what it was all about? He was teasing me... that bastard...
" I thought you didn't remember it..." My voice finally returns to me, and I end up saying that?!
He chuckled lightly. " I remember it. But I thought you didn't remember it..." He remained in the same position, his fervid breath continuing to travel across my skin.
" I remember it..." I still couldn't look at him...
" We were really drunk you know..."
I chuckled lightly. " Trust me. I know..."
" It's been a long time since I've been that drunk, and it's been even longer since I danced like that..." Damn. So he remembers all of it...
I swallowed nervously. " Y-yeah... that was pretty... wild" Well, it was way more than just ' wild', but I wasn't gonna say anymore...
" Kinda... erotic..." Oh, shit, now he's thinking of sex... I'm forever doomed...
" A-a little..." I swallowed nervously again, my whole body trembling underneath him.
" You're tense..." He licked his lips again, his chin brushing against mine.
" A-a little..." My voice was staggering. I was so nervous. I could feel his inviting breath teasing me again, and I shivered in return.
" Relax..." He traced a finger teasingly along my jawline and down my neck, stopping just above my right breast. He was REALLY making me nervous. I just wanted to get it over with and kiss him, but I just couldn't. Don't get me wrong, I really, really wanted to feel his lips against mine. But Vicious....
" S-spike..." I finally approached it as best and bravely as I could. " W-what.... why are you doing this?" I swallowed nervously yet again, keeping my eyes fixed on the ceiling.
He positioned himself on my trembling body just enough so I was forced to look at him, his chocolate mismatched eyes boring into me. " I was doing the dishes for you..." He casually wiped a soap sud away from my cheek, inching closer, back to his original position, his lips barely brushing against mine.
" This is the strangest way to do dishes..." I smirked slightly at that remark. It was a pretty good comeback indeed...
" Yeah... Never thought it could be so fun... maybe we should do it more often..." God damn it! Why was he doing that to me? I wanted to smack him and kiss him all at the same time. I wanted it all to end, but I also wanted it all to continue.
I caught a glimpse of my engagement ring as I pressed my fingers to his lips, and my whole body melted in guilt. Why didn't I see it before? I was cheating on Vicious with another man, and I felt like such a slut. There I was having a great time, with another man at that, while my fiance was off on a business trip working! Although he never told me what he was doing on that business trip...
Spike obviously noticed the pain in my eyes, and he pulled away, looking in my eyes. " What's wrong?"
I shot him a pleading look. " V-Vicious..." It was all I could say. I wanted to say more. I wanted to tell him how I felt like such a slut for bretraying my fiance. I wanted to tell him how I truly did want him to kiss me.... and... I wanted to tell him how lost I felt between him and Vicious.
His face straightened. " Oh... yeah... I forgot..." His words were extremely cold and hurtful, and I wanted to smack him. He acted as if Vicious was the enemy, when he was the one who was causing me to practically cheat on my fiance.
" What do you mean?! I'm practically cheating on my fiance here!" For the first time, I tried to struggle away from him, wiggling back and forth vigorously.
He gritted his teeth angrily, pushing me painfully farther into the cold tile floor. " What are you talking about!" He shook his head, sighing heavily, and ubruptly crawling off of me, leaving my body frigid and lonely. I suddendly wished I hadn't said anything...
" Whatever Spike, you wanted to kiss me and you know it..." Okay, so that was a bit hurtful, but I didn't care, he deserved it.
" What?! You were the one who practically screamed for me!" He threw his fists into the wall beside him, leaving a slight indention in the innocent drywall.
" Oh, don't give me that shit! If you didn't wanna kiss me than why did stay on top of me like that?!"
" Whatever Faye... whatever..." He obviously knew he was wrong, because he didn't say anything, else, he simply stomped away, kicking the wall as he made his way down the hallway.
I was right. He wanted me. But the scary part of it all was that I wanted him back. I wanted to feel his kiss, but I just didn't know how to handle it all. But the worst part of it was that I didn't think of Vicious once until I was blatantly reminded of him...
How was I gonna face either of them ever again?
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Woo! Such a fluffy chapter! *pets the fluffiness of the chapter* XD
How'd you like it? Are you guys even liking this story? Because no body is reviewing...
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I need to sober up a little bit first....
The Best Deceptions: A Cowboy Bebop Fanfic
By: Katie S.
Rated: PG-13/ R ( sexual situations, language)
Category: Romance/ Drama
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Chapter 4: The Strange Way to Wash Dishes
Have you ever regretted something and longed for it at the same time? Yeah, I sound pretty crazy right now, but if you were in my situation, you'd know what I mean. I mean it's not everyday your fiance goes off on a business trip, and while he's gone, you find yourself doing things you'd never imagine would happen. Okay, so what happened between Spike and I at the club a few days ago wasn't really much, but it still beats frivolously at the back of my mind, and everytime I look at him I'm reminded of the scandal. And what vexes me the most is that he acts as if nothing happened. Like we just went, had a few drinks, and came home, nevermind the lust- filled grinding we were sharing on the dance floor. Maybe he was just too drunk to remember... But what about me? I was just as drunk as him and I remember it vividly. And besides, you usually remember what happens when you're drunk, you were just to drunk at the moment to make the right decions.
Hell, why am I fretting over this anyways?
I should be happy he doesn't remeber, that way I don't have to be basking in guilt everytime I look at him....
~*~
It was monday night, and I was tired as hell from the long day waitressing at the diner. The only thing I wanted to do when I got home was take a long, relaxing bath, but I knew I'd come home to dirty dishes, unmade beds, and a very grouchy Spike, which I really wasn't in the mood for. Ever since Spike and I met, I felt as if we were already living together like a couple, always bickering over who was to do the dishes, or make the beds. Just stupid things like that made me wonder what the hell I was doing. I mean, the man was technically already healed, but I was still letting him live with me, free of charge. I never really thought about it at the time, I just went on with my everyday life, nevermind the fact that I was letting another man live with me while my fiance is away on a business trip. So, I wasn't really thinking about any of the consequences, but hell, I'm Faye Valentine, Pocker Alice, I never worry about anything besides how to cheat and weasle my way out of things.
Which is exactly what I was doing....
" Spike!" I called out to him as I set my coat down, my body practically throbbing with pain after a long day of work.
There was no response, as usual, and I slowly trudged my body into the living room, where he would most likely be sprawled out on the couch, watching Big Shot or something. And of course, there he was, glancing back at me wearily.
" Did you do the dishes like I asked?" I stomped over towards him, picking up empty potato chip bags and beer cans along the way. God, men are so lazy and useless...
" I don't know what you're talking about..." His eyes returned to the T.V, shrugging his shoulders lightly.
Sighing heavily, I grasped him by the collar of his undershirt, shoving him farther into the couch. " Why are you so freakin' useless sometimes?! You can't even do the dishes while I'm away WORKING?!" I shot him a cold glare, letting go the collar of his shirt and throwing my hands up angirly. I was getting tired of his shit... Attractive or not...
" Whatever... stupid shrew.." He rolled his eyes at me, brushing imaginary dirt off of his undershirt where I had grabbed it.
My eyes widened furiously. " STUPID SHREW?! I saved your life you dumbass! And now you can't even do the dishes in return?!"
He shot up quickly, meeting his choclate orbs with my emerald ones." I NEVER asked you to save me!" He grasped my arm tightly, pulling me closer towards him.
" Yeah, well I'm sorry! I'm sorry for doing the right thing for once in my life!" I screamed back at him, pulling away from his grip.
A suprised look tugged softly at his features. " Y-you think saving my life was the right thing to do?" His chocolate eyes darted towards the ground, filling with guilt.
I paused, slowly sitting down next to him. " Spike... Nobody deserves to die like that. Nobody can choose to die, or even live. It's all the way fate unravels..." Obviously hurt by the truth in my word, he glanced back at me, smiling apologetically.
" Fine. You win. I'll do the damn dishes..." He rolled his eyes blatantly, but smirked sarcastically right afterwards.
I smirked sheepishly. " Good boy...I've got you wrapped around my finger and you know it..."
He rolled his eyes at me, slowly shuffling towards the kitchen. Yep, we act like a married couple...
Wait a second, that's not a good thing... Why was I smiling? I was supposed to be marrying Vicious, not Spike. Spike would be out of there before Vicious even gets home from his business trip...
Vigorously shaking my thoughts out of my head, I shakily stumbled out of the living room and towards my bedroom. I had to get him out of my mind. He was slowly wiggling his way in, and I was actually.... no, no... I wasn't falling in love with Spike. It was all an attraction... right? Well, he was confusing the hell out of me, that's for sure. I had only known him for a week and I was already growing feelings for him. Is that even possible? Could you really have feelings for someone you met merely a week ago? And to top that off, I was engaged. I loved Vicious with all my heart, but Spike was so mysterious... I was drawn to him...
I threw my tired body onto my bed, gripping the sheets tightly. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want Spike to leave. But what if Vicious came home early? I couldn't bring myself together to think about the consequences, because in fact, I wasn't used to it. I never thought about things before or after I did them, I just did it, with no regrets or wishes. And that was actually the first time I had ever thought about anything after it happened. Maybe its because it was truly a big mistake. I was gonna be married, yet there I was letting my heart grow on someone else. It's so funny. When I was a child, I told myself I'd only fall for one and only one person; one person that would make me eternally happy. Yet as I grew, all my thoughts changed totally on the subject. Then I met Vicious, and my thoughts reverted back to my childish hopes, and I was content. But it didn't end there. I had to meet Spike. And my thoughts just had to change again back to their old oblivious selves. Why did life have to make everything so complicated....
I sighed heavily, sitting up upbruptly. I could hear Spike's curses from the other room, and my lips slowly curved into a smug smirk. I figured he was in the kitchen, making a futile mess just over doing dishes. That man could be so amusing at times...
Imagining the mess my kitchen was sure to become, I dragged myself off of my bed, rolling my eyes slightly. I slowly trudged my body into the kitchen, sighing heavily for extra effect.
" Spike... can't you at least do dishes properly?" I glanced at him and I couldn't help but laugh. There were soap suds all over the kitchen and inevitably all over him, his unruly green hair hidden behind massive amounts of the soapy content.
He turned towards me, shooting me an icy glare. " What? At least I'm trying..." He turned back towards the sink, scrubbing the pan alot more vigorously than needed.
I chuckled again, moving towards him. " How much soap did you use anyways?" I raised a brow at him sarcasticaly, smirking back at him mockingly.
He sighed heavily. " I don't know... a little?" He continued to scrub the pan vigorously, I was beginning to wonder if he was gonna burn a hole through it.
" A little?" I chuckled again, poking the soap suds that covered the counter.
" If you're gonna sit here and make fun of me, you might as well leave. Besides, its not like I do the dishes everyday..." He angirly threw the rag in the water, splashing the soapy water all over me. I gave him a dangerous glare in return.
" I'm not making fun of you! Just let me do it you stupid lunkhead!" I pushed him out of the way as best I could, rolling my sleeves up to ready them for the water.
He pushed me back, giving me a sarcastic glare. " No, I was here first!"
I rolled my eyes at him. " What, are you saying you want to do it?" I raised a brow at him, smirking coyly.
" No! God damn it! You're such a stupid shrew!" He threw the rag at me, sending large amounts of soap suds in my direction.
I caught the rag, swiftly throwing it back at him." Why do you always call me that?" If he was gonna play these games, I might as well fight back...
" Because that's what you are!" He grasped a handful of suds and flung them at me, scattering them all across my face.
I wiped the soap away. Oh, so he wants to play soap commando? " I am not! You're the stupid lunkhead dumb asshole!" I could've gone farther if I really wanted to...
" Am I? Thanks for the words of wisdom, Faye..." He rolled his eyes at me, turning back towards the dishes. But I wasn't gonna end it there...
I smirked coyly, flinging a handful of soap at him. " Don't mess with me Spike..." I gave him a dangerous look, but smirked sheepishly in return.
I think that's what did it. He obviously had had enough, because before I knew it, I was on the ground, soap suds scattered all over me. He glanced down at me, smirking coyly at his defeat.
I couldn't believe that bastard pushed me on the ground..." Hey! What the hell was that for you asshole!" I balled my fists up angrily, kicking him in the shins and sending him to the ground, soap suds flying through the air.
His eyes widened in shock. He really didn't think I would do that? Boy was he naive...
" I told you. Don't mess with me..." I pulled myself into a sitting position, wiping the soap suds off of my drenched body.
" Ooo, you crossed the line Faye..." He gathered a large amount of soap, abruptly flinging them at me. I tried hard to block them, but they still managed to tangle themselves in my hair. I yelped immaturely, and he simply chuckled teasingly at me.
So he really did want to play soap commando. Well then, let the games begin...
So I know what you're thinking. How childish, right? Well put yourself in my situation. If someone is going to be flinging soap suds all over you, you're obviously going to fight back, especially if that person is Spike. I knew it would be quite the mess to clean up, but I'd just make him clean it up anyways. And besides, how often do you get in a soap fights? Yeah, that's what I thought....
I tried hard to stumble away from Spike, but I slipped carlessly on a patch of soap, my whole body smacking the soapy floor with a thud. I grimaced at the pain, but I still pressed on, crawling on my hands and knees just to get away from him. I was losing miserably at the game we were playing, but I didn't care, it was still fun... in a scary kinda of way.
" You're not gonna get away from me!" He smirked sheepishly, diving towards me and collapsing on top of me. My whole face burned into a deep crimson shade, and my eyes widened in shock. Spike was litterally lying on top of me, and he wasn't making any movement to get away. I tried to scream, but the only thing that came out of mouth was a little squeak that even I barely heard.
I felt him position his body so he was lying more fully on top of me, his hands entangling in my violet tresses. He inched closer and closer, a coy smile pressed on his lips. I shut my eyes tightly. I couldn't bear to see what happened next, and I sure as hell wasn't gonna let myself give in to him. But despite how tightly I had my eyes closed, I could still feel his warm, inviting breath traveling down the open skin on my neck, sending chills down my spine. I finally opened my eyes, realizing that having them closed wasn't doing much, but I still couldn't look at him, my eyes fixing on the ceiling above me. His lips inched dangerously closer to my skin, and I swear I felt his lips brushing against my neck. But this time he wasn't drunk. And we both knew it. But he still continued, pressing his face closer and closer to mine. I bit my lip nervously, and I still couldn't look at him, although I know he wanted me to. He licked his lips, his warm tongue nearly pressing itself against my lips. I could feel his eyes boring into me, but I wasn't gonna look at him.... I wasn't gonna let him kiss me... His lips hung teasingly above mine, his breath pressing against mine, causing my whole body to tremble. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't move. Couldn't speak.... Couldn't breathe... what was I supposed to do?
I could feel him smirking at me, like he had won the fight. Which, technically, he had. I mean, hell, I was lying underneath him in a very uncomfortable position, in which he could've kissed me along time ago. But he didn't... or at least not yet.
" I knew it. You did like it when I kissed along your neck at the club."
My eyes widened in shock. That was what it was all about? He was teasing me... that bastard...
" I thought you didn't remember it..." My voice finally returns to me, and I end up saying that?!
He chuckled lightly. " I remember it. But I thought you didn't remember it..." He remained in the same position, his fervid breath continuing to travel across my skin.
" I remember it..." I still couldn't look at him...
" We were really drunk you know..."
I chuckled lightly. " Trust me. I know..."
" It's been a long time since I've been that drunk, and it's been even longer since I danced like that..." Damn. So he remembers all of it...
I swallowed nervously. " Y-yeah... that was pretty... wild" Well, it was way more than just ' wild', but I wasn't gonna say anymore...
" Kinda... erotic..." Oh, shit, now he's thinking of sex... I'm forever doomed...
" A-a little..." I swallowed nervously again, my whole body trembling underneath him.
" You're tense..." He licked his lips again, his chin brushing against mine.
" A-a little..." My voice was staggering. I was so nervous. I could feel his inviting breath teasing me again, and I shivered in return.
" Relax..." He traced a finger teasingly along my jawline and down my neck, stopping just above my right breast. He was REALLY making me nervous. I just wanted to get it over with and kiss him, but I just couldn't. Don't get me wrong, I really, really wanted to feel his lips against mine. But Vicious....
" S-spike..." I finally approached it as best and bravely as I could. " W-what.... why are you doing this?" I swallowed nervously yet again, keeping my eyes fixed on the ceiling.
He positioned himself on my trembling body just enough so I was forced to look at him, his chocolate mismatched eyes boring into me. " I was doing the dishes for you..." He casually wiped a soap sud away from my cheek, inching closer, back to his original position, his lips barely brushing against mine.
" This is the strangest way to do dishes..." I smirked slightly at that remark. It was a pretty good comeback indeed...
" Yeah... Never thought it could be so fun... maybe we should do it more often..." God damn it! Why was he doing that to me? I wanted to smack him and kiss him all at the same time. I wanted it all to end, but I also wanted it all to continue.
I caught a glimpse of my engagement ring as I pressed my fingers to his lips, and my whole body melted in guilt. Why didn't I see it before? I was cheating on Vicious with another man, and I felt like such a slut. There I was having a great time, with another man at that, while my fiance was off on a business trip working! Although he never told me what he was doing on that business trip...
Spike obviously noticed the pain in my eyes, and he pulled away, looking in my eyes. " What's wrong?"
I shot him a pleading look. " V-Vicious..." It was all I could say. I wanted to say more. I wanted to tell him how I felt like such a slut for bretraying my fiance. I wanted to tell him how I truly did want him to kiss me.... and... I wanted to tell him how lost I felt between him and Vicious.
His face straightened. " Oh... yeah... I forgot..." His words were extremely cold and hurtful, and I wanted to smack him. He acted as if Vicious was the enemy, when he was the one who was causing me to practically cheat on my fiance.
" What do you mean?! I'm practically cheating on my fiance here!" For the first time, I tried to struggle away from him, wiggling back and forth vigorously.
He gritted his teeth angrily, pushing me painfully farther into the cold tile floor. " What are you talking about!" He shook his head, sighing heavily, and ubruptly crawling off of me, leaving my body frigid and lonely. I suddendly wished I hadn't said anything...
" Whatever Spike, you wanted to kiss me and you know it..." Okay, so that was a bit hurtful, but I didn't care, he deserved it.
" What?! You were the one who practically screamed for me!" He threw his fists into the wall beside him, leaving a slight indention in the innocent drywall.
" Oh, don't give me that shit! If you didn't wanna kiss me than why did stay on top of me like that?!"
" Whatever Faye... whatever..." He obviously knew he was wrong, because he didn't say anything, else, he simply stomped away, kicking the wall as he made his way down the hallway.
I was right. He wanted me. But the scary part of it all was that I wanted him back. I wanted to feel his kiss, but I just didn't know how to handle it all. But the worst part of it was that I didn't think of Vicious once until I was blatantly reminded of him...
How was I gonna face either of them ever again?
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Woo! Such a fluffy chapter! *pets the fluffiness of the chapter* XD
How'd you like it? Are you guys even liking this story? Because no body is reviewing...
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Nooo! People hate it! My hard work is stomped all over... please review, I'm beggin on my hands and knees with a cherry on top, litterally...
I need to sober up a little bit first....