His Eyes : Chp 8 : Worship
WARNING: This chapter contains a little sex.....ok.....a lot actually, but it's quit tasteful, I assure you. But, you have been warned. All little kiddies go away.
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Faye pulled back from Spike's kiss. Looking him in the eyes, she saw them question her. She just gave a small smile before turning away.
He didn't say anything as she got up, didn't want to say anything. Not really wanting to hear what she might say.
"Well?"
Spike looked up at Faye. Her back was still to him.
He knew what she was asking. Wordlessly, he got up and followed her.
Her heart was racing, but she ignored her feelings of nervousness. This was what she wanted. What she had wanted since she had met him, since she could remember. A part of him she could call her own.
He watched her back as he walked, knowing exactly what she wanted. He wasn't going to say no to what he knew he wanted as well. Maybe it was what he needed too, this woman who surprisingly turned his head.
Reaching their destination, Spike followed her into the room.
Closing the door behind them, Spike watched as Faye laid back on his bed, leaning back on her elbows.
Without a word, he walked over to where she lay, and stood over her. The look on her face told him everything he ever needed to know.
Leaning over, he placed both his arms on either side of Faye's body. Their noses touched and he felt his eyes slide shut.
A little more movement and their lips touched. Her stomach quivered.
Spike leaned over her until she could no longer support her weight as well as his own. She fell with a little force onto the bed.
He smirked at the look on her face.
She smiled back. This was it. This was what she wanted.
Unbuttoning her shirt, he moved it aside. He looked up at her face and was surprised to see a little blush starting to appear on her face. But, despite the blush, she met his eyes unwaveringly.
He brushed both hands over her chest moving around to her back. Her body gave a little jerk.
He smirked again and gave a little laugh, reveling in the feeling of having some control over her.
"Hey!" She smacked him a little.
He raised one eyebrow at her. The blush on her face deepened.
"Yes, my dear?"
She rolled her eyes. "Just stop it." She leaned up and kissed him again.
Removing his shirt, she moved her hands over his body. It was his turn for his body to give a little shutter.
She smiled against his lips as he made a little sound of frustration. One hand wound its way up and grabbed the back of her head, deepening the kiss and adding more body contact.
Bare chest met bare chest.
No more conversation was needed and quick work found all the clothes on the floor.
Looking at her body he noticed she had a small tattoo where her right thigh met her hip, the Japanese symbol for love. Moving his hand down her body, he laid it against it. He was a little surprised that she had the tattoo.
She giggled. The unexpected sound made his head shoot up. He smiled at the sound.
"I'm a little ticklish you know."
"Is that so?"
She laughed. "That's so."
He kissed her again. He ran his hands up and down her side, making her laugh again.
"Spike," she cried in frustration, "stop teasing me so much."
The look he then gave her, made her stomach drop. It was a look of pure lust.
When he entered her, she gave a throaty moan.
He leaned down and softly kissed her lips, as his hands moved up, clutching her hair. Bending down, he placed delicate kisses at the base of her throat.
His movement against her sparked something in him he didn't think he had. It was like he came back to life.
They're movement was gentle, yet passionate, the rhythm their own.
As he rocked against her, she scratched her nails up and down his back, her breath hitching in her throat. She loved the sounds he made when she scratched him or when she wound her legs securely around his waist.
All she could think of was him and what he was doing to her at the moment. It wasn't Spike or Faye; it was Spikeandfaye, one person. One entity completing itself.
After it was over, they laid in each other's arms, both trying to regain some of their breath. She sat up a little and looked at Spike's body.
Firm chest, narrow hips, and lithe thighs. He was beautiful. She winced when she saw what nearly took him away.
Faye traced the long scar across Spike's abs, tracing his past and his almost death. He barely escaped death, cheated it really. The long scare was an ugly pinkish red color, in stark contrast to his skin.
"Does it hurt at all?"
"Not really." He shifted a little to get comfortable. "At first it hurt so much that I couldn't think of anything but that."
Faye shivered at the thought of losing him again.
"What about you?"
She looked confused. "What are you talking about?"
He trailed his fingers down her side to her hip, his fingers stopping at her tattoo. She let out a little laugh.
"Oh, that. Not too bad."
Faye leaned over Spike and placed a gentle kiss on his scar.
"Faye...."
The act caught Spike a little off guard. That simple act seemed almost more intimate than what they shared only moments before.
She laid her head on his chest.
"Do you remember the time you asked me if I would come and rescue you, when you were going after Pierre?"
Not really understanding where this was leading, Spike replied. "Yeah."
"Well, I did come, didn't I? Even then I couldn't just sit by and let you die. Of course, it really didn't help you since you just turned around three months later and almost got yourself killed again."
Not knowing what to say, he stuck to his usual fashion and kept quiet. He ran his hands through her hair.
She sighed against his chest. "You're going to do it again, aren't you? You're going to leave all of us alone and wondering again, aren't you?"
She held her breath, waiting for his reply.
"I don't know." He answered honestly.
"You know, things shouldn't really change now, right?"
He chuckled. "Well, Miss Valentine, I think things have changed a lot. I used to not be banging you."
"Hey!" She slapped his chest. "Don't be so crude!"
When she made a move to leave, he grabbed her arm, bringing her back to his chest, which was rumbling from him laughing so hard.
"I swear, you can't be serious for a minute."
Spike's expression changed in a heartbeat and Faye once again found herself underneath him. She suddenly found herself in a daze once more. The look in his eyes told her what he wanted.
He leaned down and kissed her.
"Again." He demanded against her mouth. "I want you, again."
Wordlessly she complied....
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A/N: This is one of the two love scenes I plan to write for this one fic. Let me know if it was bad, or good, or just plain dumb. Really....some feedback would be appreciated.
Sorry it's taken me so long to update, but I've just had SO much to do and sadly, my writing had to take a backseat to everything else in my life. School, relationships, sorority crap....blah blah blah.......You know how it goes. I do feel a little guilty though, since I happened to find plenty of time to read everyone else's fics....but I couldn't help it! *cries* ^_~ Anyway, I hope people still read my fic. REVIEW PLEASE! Luv ya!
WARNING: This chapter contains a little sex.....ok.....a lot actually, but it's quit tasteful, I assure you. But, you have been warned. All little kiddies go away.
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Faye pulled back from Spike's kiss. Looking him in the eyes, she saw them question her. She just gave a small smile before turning away.
He didn't say anything as she got up, didn't want to say anything. Not really wanting to hear what she might say.
"Well?"
Spike looked up at Faye. Her back was still to him.
He knew what she was asking. Wordlessly, he got up and followed her.
Her heart was racing, but she ignored her feelings of nervousness. This was what she wanted. What she had wanted since she had met him, since she could remember. A part of him she could call her own.
He watched her back as he walked, knowing exactly what she wanted. He wasn't going to say no to what he knew he wanted as well. Maybe it was what he needed too, this woman who surprisingly turned his head.
Reaching their destination, Spike followed her into the room.
Closing the door behind them, Spike watched as Faye laid back on his bed, leaning back on her elbows.
Without a word, he walked over to where she lay, and stood over her. The look on her face told him everything he ever needed to know.
Leaning over, he placed both his arms on either side of Faye's body. Their noses touched and he felt his eyes slide shut.
A little more movement and their lips touched. Her stomach quivered.
Spike leaned over her until she could no longer support her weight as well as his own. She fell with a little force onto the bed.
He smirked at the look on her face.
She smiled back. This was it. This was what she wanted.
Unbuttoning her shirt, he moved it aside. He looked up at her face and was surprised to see a little blush starting to appear on her face. But, despite the blush, she met his eyes unwaveringly.
He brushed both hands over her chest moving around to her back. Her body gave a little jerk.
He smirked again and gave a little laugh, reveling in the feeling of having some control over her.
"Hey!" She smacked him a little.
He raised one eyebrow at her. The blush on her face deepened.
"Yes, my dear?"
She rolled her eyes. "Just stop it." She leaned up and kissed him again.
Removing his shirt, she moved her hands over his body. It was his turn for his body to give a little shutter.
She smiled against his lips as he made a little sound of frustration. One hand wound its way up and grabbed the back of her head, deepening the kiss and adding more body contact.
Bare chest met bare chest.
No more conversation was needed and quick work found all the clothes on the floor.
Looking at her body he noticed she had a small tattoo where her right thigh met her hip, the Japanese symbol for love. Moving his hand down her body, he laid it against it. He was a little surprised that she had the tattoo.
She giggled. The unexpected sound made his head shoot up. He smiled at the sound.
"I'm a little ticklish you know."
"Is that so?"
She laughed. "That's so."
He kissed her again. He ran his hands up and down her side, making her laugh again.
"Spike," she cried in frustration, "stop teasing me so much."
The look he then gave her, made her stomach drop. It was a look of pure lust.
When he entered her, she gave a throaty moan.
He leaned down and softly kissed her lips, as his hands moved up, clutching her hair. Bending down, he placed delicate kisses at the base of her throat.
His movement against her sparked something in him he didn't think he had. It was like he came back to life.
They're movement was gentle, yet passionate, the rhythm their own.
As he rocked against her, she scratched her nails up and down his back, her breath hitching in her throat. She loved the sounds he made when she scratched him or when she wound her legs securely around his waist.
All she could think of was him and what he was doing to her at the moment. It wasn't Spike or Faye; it was Spikeandfaye, one person. One entity completing itself.
After it was over, they laid in each other's arms, both trying to regain some of their breath. She sat up a little and looked at Spike's body.
Firm chest, narrow hips, and lithe thighs. He was beautiful. She winced when she saw what nearly took him away.
Faye traced the long scar across Spike's abs, tracing his past and his almost death. He barely escaped death, cheated it really. The long scare was an ugly pinkish red color, in stark contrast to his skin.
"Does it hurt at all?"
"Not really." He shifted a little to get comfortable. "At first it hurt so much that I couldn't think of anything but that."
Faye shivered at the thought of losing him again.
"What about you?"
She looked confused. "What are you talking about?"
He trailed his fingers down her side to her hip, his fingers stopping at her tattoo. She let out a little laugh.
"Oh, that. Not too bad."
Faye leaned over Spike and placed a gentle kiss on his scar.
"Faye...."
The act caught Spike a little off guard. That simple act seemed almost more intimate than what they shared only moments before.
She laid her head on his chest.
"Do you remember the time you asked me if I would come and rescue you, when you were going after Pierre?"
Not really understanding where this was leading, Spike replied. "Yeah."
"Well, I did come, didn't I? Even then I couldn't just sit by and let you die. Of course, it really didn't help you since you just turned around three months later and almost got yourself killed again."
Not knowing what to say, he stuck to his usual fashion and kept quiet. He ran his hands through her hair.
She sighed against his chest. "You're going to do it again, aren't you? You're going to leave all of us alone and wondering again, aren't you?"
She held her breath, waiting for his reply.
"I don't know." He answered honestly.
"You know, things shouldn't really change now, right?"
He chuckled. "Well, Miss Valentine, I think things have changed a lot. I used to not be banging you."
"Hey!" She slapped his chest. "Don't be so crude!"
When she made a move to leave, he grabbed her arm, bringing her back to his chest, which was rumbling from him laughing so hard.
"I swear, you can't be serious for a minute."
Spike's expression changed in a heartbeat and Faye once again found herself underneath him. She suddenly found herself in a daze once more. The look in his eyes told her what he wanted.
He leaned down and kissed her.
"Again." He demanded against her mouth. "I want you, again."
Wordlessly she complied....
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A/N: This is one of the two love scenes I plan to write for this one fic. Let me know if it was bad, or good, or just plain dumb. Really....some feedback would be appreciated.
Sorry it's taken me so long to update, but I've just had SO much to do and sadly, my writing had to take a backseat to everything else in my life. School, relationships, sorority crap....blah blah blah.......You know how it goes. I do feel a little guilty though, since I happened to find plenty of time to read everyone else's fics....but I couldn't help it! *cries* ^_~ Anyway, I hope people still read my fic. REVIEW PLEASE! Luv ya!
