A/N: Hey, guyz! ^^ Thanx a BUUUUNCH 4 all of ur awesome reviews! :) I can't get ENUFF of them, so keep 'em comin'! =P Puh-leeeease? lol I actually like this chappie a lot....especially the hotel scene w/ the weird dude, hahaha. Merry Christmas, ho ho ho! =^-^= I had a nice b-day, & I thank u all TREMENDOUSLY 2 those who wished me a happy 1, cuz it wuz! I got ALL of the CB muzic, so yay! lol....including all of the eps. =P N-e-whoz....
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"So that's it then, huh?"
Spike nodded. "Yep...that about does it. Those smarmy bastards won't rest until you're dead, but little do they know, you've got me on your side. Trust me, when I'm through with those scum bags they won't know what hit 'em."
Faye smirked, admiring her reflection in the windshield of the Swordfish II as she gibed good-naturedly, "Well we're a little cocky this evening, now, aren't we?"
"Well I-"
"C'mon, just cut to the chase, already," she interrupted, stopping him abruptly in mid-sentence. "I mean, where will you be taking me that's so 'safe'?"
Spike cleared his throat in apprehension as he felt her shift about in order to get more comfortable within his lap, the sweat upon his palms causing him to briefly lose control of his piloting as he returned evasively, "Oh, I dunno....just some random little hotel that I picked out....nothing special."
"WHAT?! No guarded palace?!! What AM I, chopped liver?!!!," Faye wailed, about to go hysterical. "How the HELL am I supposed to concentrate on protecting myself whenever I'm going to be living in some goddamn crappy hotel?!"
Spike grunted. "Well I'm sorry, 'Your Highness', but I'm afraid that you're gonna hafta deal with being a commoner for the week, ok?"
"Week?!," Faye reiterated, absolutely stunned. "Whoa, whoa, whoa.....nobody said anything about this whole ordeal lasting an entire week!!!"
"It's just a precaution," Spike insisted, trying his best to calm the irascible vixen down. "The sooner I take these guys out, the sooner we can go home."
Faye suddenly looked intrigued. "Promise?"
Spike nodded, smirking within his own self-assurance as he maneuvered the Swordfish II around a large sky scaper, only to barely miss a stop light as he returned veraciously, "I promise."
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"That'll be 50 woolongs, sir."
Spike sighed, then reluctantly handed over his hard-earned currency to the overly-boisterous man behind the hotel register desk before asking hopefully, "Do we have a room that'll protect our privacy?"
"Why, yes...it's very private," the man assured him, winking as he stifled a very unattractive snort full of laughter. "Don't trouble yourself, sir...it's perfectly alright to be all 'grabby grabby, me gotta have-y' in this particular facility, fore that's what we hotels are here for! In fact, I suppose that that's why every room in this building only has one bed, heheh."
Spike blanched. "WHAT?!"
"Oh, come now, there's no need for modesty, sir!," the man insisted, letting out a tremendous guffaw as he gave him a hearty punch in the arm as if they had known each other for years and were great chums. "I can tell that you and your lady friend will be sticking to each other like rice on the bottom of a pot, so there is no need to worry at all! This place hardly gets any attention, but when it does, it has been claimed to be the perfect hide-away for lovers!"
Faye blushed a deep crimson, spluttering in absolute disbelief, "L-lovers?! Oh, no, sir, you see-"
"Ah, say no more," the man interrupted, nodding in what he thought was an immediate understanding. "You see, my dear, I, too, am rather embarrassed to openly admit my lusty affections in front of strangers, so I will bid you good day...erm...or should I say, good night?"
Spike drooped. "Yeah, uh, whatever....can we just have the key to our damn room, already?!"
"Ah, but of course!," the man acknowledged, cheerfully fetching the key off of a small knob attatched to a large, wooden rack before gently placing it onto the surface of the cheap counter between him and his customers.
"Thanks," Spike muttered, swiping them from view and placing it into his pocket before turning to Faye with slight embarrassment. "Uh...c'mon.....let's go."
"Oh....wait a minute! You'll need these, too!," the man suddenly urged, immediately fishing a couple of items out of his pants' pocket before tossing them over to his befuddled customer in an eager haste. "You like, yes?"
Spike opened his hand, then gasped. "What the...?!"
"They're condoms! Good night's sleep, yes?," the man pried, barely able to suppress a hearty chuckle from escaping his lips as he watched the couple turn a brilliant shade of crimson that he had never laid his eyes upon before.
After another unnerving moment of silence, Spike let out an agitated growl and tossed the 'hygienic supplies' down to the tile floor in disgust, seizing Faye by the wrist and pulling her onward as he urged frantically, "C'mon.....let's get the hell away from him!"
"Oooh, you are a Superman, no?!," the man called after him in amused delight, clearly mistaking his customer's eager haste to escape his presence with the lust that he was so used to seeing within his hotel.
Grinning a broad, self-satisfied grin, the man folded his hands behind his back, announcing aloud, "Gerard, by God, you've done it again! You gave your customers the gift of good sleep!"
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(Clay Aiken's "Touch" plays) "Hey, um...I'm sorry for what happened earlier."
"Not your fault," Spike replied, the deep, rich tremors of his voice reflecting severe apathy as he casually flipped through a gun magazine that he had swiped from a rack in the lobby. "The guy was a nut, Faye.....nobody could stop that weirdo from blabbering nonsense even if their life depended on it."
Faye sighed, bowing her head as she acknowledged softly, "I suppose, but..."
"But what?," Spike urged, his curiosity finally getting the best of him as he peered at her dejected form over his edge of his magazine with interest.
"Oh, nevermind.....I'm sorry for even bringing it up," Faye apologized, getting up off of the bed so quickly that it was as if she had been burned by the soft, flannel sheets.
Spike raised an eyebrow. "You're sorry for bringing up what? If you were trying to confuse me, Faye, you sure as hell succeeded!"
"Fine!," she shrieked without warning, tiny prismatic tears forming along her dainty kohl lashes as she stalked over to him and tore his magazine out of his hand in sheer disdain, whapping him clear across the face as she added haughtily, "THAT was for all of the pain that you single-handedly put me through! And for WHAT, might I ask?! You never truly gave a damn about anyone but your and your precious Julia!!!"
Spike stiffened; she had hit a sore spot. "Don't mention that name."
"And what if I WANT to, huh?! JULIA!!!," Faye screamed at the top of her lungs, her sobs shaking her body like a rag doll as she continued to crazily rant and rave like a bratty little child. "Julia, JULIA, JULIA!!!!"
SMACK!
The bitter taste of blood filled the cavern of Faye's mouth due to the brusqueness of her comrade's unexpected assault across her jaw, her warm, salty tears streaming freely down her porcelain doll cheeks as she suddenly gew terribly quiet and sank down to her knees in shame.
Spike choked in surprise, instantly regretting his actions as he felt himself drop to his knees, as well, begging mournfully, "Oh, God, Faye, I am so sorry! Please forgive me! Please!"
She didn't look at him.
"Faye, please..."
"No," she cut in firmly, her jade irises scintillating with an emotion that he could not quite distinguish. "How can I possibly forgive you whenever you can't even forgive me in return? Y-you hate me! It's as plain on the nose of your face, or however the hell that stupid saying goes!!!"
Spike grunted. "Faye, I do not hate you, I-"
"Yes you do!"
"No I don't, dammit! Let me FINISH!!!," he growled, thus causing her to fall silent in an instant of mild astonishment. "I think that you're a very remarkable young woman, Faye. After all, if you weren't, why the hell would I forever damn myself for you?"
Faye gasped. "You-you did that? For me?"
"Oh, uh...um....for Jet, too," Spike quickly added, but to no avail. Faye saw right through his pathetic little excuse.
"That can't be right, because he can't see you," she insisted, a warm smile gradually forming along her full, crimson lips as she bravely reached out an implacablely-manicured hand and ran her fingers along each smooth curve and handsome feature of his face. "You're so beautiful, and I.....I love you."
Something within Spike's soul began to thaw out the moment that he felt Faye's soft lips lightly ghost their way along the crook of his neck, the tone of her pleading voice slightly arising a pit of consternation to well up within his heart as she asked hopefully, "Do you love me, too?"
Spike bit down roughly on his lower lip as he felt her long, slender fingers gently burrow their way beneath his yellow-collared shirt before caressing his well-built abs, a soft moan eliciting its way forth from his lips by sheer unawareness as his comrade suddenly pullled him to her by the waist for a long, slow, drugging kiss that awakened a desire within him that frightened him beyond all words of fear and trepidity.
"Faye," he gasped, squeezing his eyes shut tightly as he felt her begin to rock her hips against his own, thus only enhancing the desire that his nether regions so clearly revealed. "Please....my God...."
"Do you love me?," she repeated, giving his nose a gentle nuzzle before pressing her lips lightly against his own with the hopes of receiving some sort of response.
That did it. Spike completely snapped.
At that very moment he had never felt so attracted to the woman before him in his entire life. She was smart, she was beautiful, and above all, she was giving herself up for him, the cocky, conceited, self-centered bastard.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, he acknowledged against her soft, crimson lips, "Faye....I-I think that I do love you. It may be the whiskey that I had for breakfast this morning talking, but I highly doubt that."
"Spike," she moaned into his ear, only to let out a startled shriek as he forcefully pinned her hips down beneath his own and began to ravage the sensitive flesh of her throat with his fiery lips, a heat beginning to pulsate between them as he lightly nipped at her flesh and soothed the aggravated spot with the tantalizing heat of his tongue, all the while feeling a pleasure burning within him that he never thought possible.
"Spike...what the HELL do you think you're doing?!"
He gasped. That voice......Celeste!
"What do you want?!," his thoughts viciously counter-attacked, "can't you see that I'm a little BUSY right now?!"
"Hmph...if you two end up having sex you're going to be in a shit load of trouble, Spike!," Celeste shrieked in a severely agitated tone that seemed to be the only one that she ever used when she lectured him. "A mortal such as Faye is not aloud to sleep with an angel....it is the cardinal rule! If you disobey it, you will be forever damned!"
"Hell-o! Newsflash, Celeste! I already AM!!!," Spike's thoughts reminded her irately as he possessively held Faye within his arms and continued to bestow her trembling body with several breath-taking, mind-blowing kisses. "Seems to me like I've got nothing to lose."
"On the contrary," Celeste contradicted solemnly, "it seems that God took it upon Himself to take you off of the list of the 'forever damned' since He apparently saw a lot of good in you, which I no longer see. If you won't listen to me, Spike, at LEAST listen to the Heavenly Father who has so graciously restored you from your condemnation!"
He froze in mid-kiss. "I.....what?!"
Faye looked up at her alleged lover in surprise, asking fearfully, "Spike....what's wrong?"
"I-I can't.....we can't," he replied, immediately removing his arms from her body as if she were some source of poison. "Just consider this a little episode of expelled sexual tension, alright?"
"What?!," Faye demanded, by now beet-red in the face, "you had me on my knees, for cryin' out loud, and I heard you uttering my name a couple of times, so there is NO way in HELL that I'm going to accept that bull shit excuse!!!"
Spike shrugged, replying simply, "I'm sorry, Faye.......I'm sorry that it ever happened."
With that, he got up from the hardwood floor and headed on over towards the bathroom in order to take a shower as if nothing had just happened, leaving an embittered Faye Valentine weeping into her hands as she breathed fervently against her makeshift mask, "I'm not sorry that it happened, Spike.....I don't regret a single minute....especially since I finally got you to love me, even if it was just a mere five minutes of paradise."
A/N: Aww, poor Faye-Faye! lol, I don't know y, but I had fun writing this chappie, lol. Don't worry, a romance will bloom & yaddy-yaddy-yaddy, but in the mean time, please tell me wut u think! ^^ After all, it IS Christmas, & wut better Christmas present than a review?! =^_^= lol, thanx! Luv ya bunches! ^,~
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