His Eyes: Chp 9: Running
A/N: Look at me!! I kept my promise to update at around two weeks. *claps for herself* ^_~ Thanks for all the reviews so far. You really don't know how much I appreciate it. -_-; I never thought I'd get half of what I've gotten so far. Please, don't give up on this story, b/c I'm sure not planning on it. ^_^
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No one can run from their past or who they really are. Dreams, merely tell a person who they want to become. Dreams only take you so far. You just have to stand up and take what you can get. It's your choice if you work with what you've got.
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"Three days. I've only got that long until I have to see him, to speak with him...." she shifted a little, "And I'm scared as hell."
"Hmm..."
She turned to where she could see him. His eyes were closed. She prodded him in the chest.
"Hey! Are you listening to me?"
"Mhmm..."
"Yeah, sure you are."
She saw a smirk starting to form on his lips. He pretended to snore. She poked him harder.
"Hey!!!" She giggled. "I'm over here being serious and you just 'snore'?"
He started to laugh hard.
"Yeah, just pick on the poor and defenseless girl, whose life gets more confusing as the days go by. Real nice Spike."
"Well, what did you expect? I couldn't help it." He laughed. "And you poor and defenseless?" He snorted. "Hardly."
"Shut up!" she laughed. "Stop making fun of me!"
He shifted to lie on his side facing her.
"Why should I? It's so much fun." He kissed her on the neck.
She rolled her eyes and made to get up. He pulled her back to him. She landed with her back against his chest.
"Just where do you think you're going?" He whispered in her ear.
"Away from you." She retorted.
"Very funny."
"Yeah, I thought so too." She turned over and kissed him on the mouth.
They broke apart. She looked into his eyes. He was so beautiful.
"So who is this guy?" she blinked. He knocked her out of her reverie.
She sighed, "I don't have a damn clue. But he sure knows me."
"You don't know him at all and he knows you? That sounds weird to me."
"Yeah, no shit. That's what I thought."
"He said if I met him, he'd tell me everything." Her mind was racing. "But what if it's just another lie. What if he's really after me?"
His hand running through her locks of hair paused at that. "What can you lose by trying?"
"Everything." She whispered. "Because if this is another dead end, I don't know what I'm going to do. I don't think I can take it again."
When he didn't say anything, she smiled. What did she really expect him to say? That she had him? That he should be everything to her now? She suddenly felt sick to her stomach. She moved to get up again. This time, he didn't stop her from leaving. It made her feel worse, because she expected him to.
He watched her as she walked across the room. She was so beautiful, that his heart hurt and he had to look away.
"I'm gonna borrow this for a minute. I'll be back."
Her voice made him look back at her. She put on his oversized shirt to cover her and buttoned it up.
He tried to lighten up his mood and hers. "You look so much sexier in that than I do."
The corner of her mouth lifted.
"Of course I do. I've always been sexier than you." She quipped. Then she was gone.
Spike laid back and covered his eyes with his arm. Did she know what she was doing to him? She was driving him crazy. Her scent, the way she walked, the way she laughed, cried, it all made him insane for her. Her strong will, her bad attitude, all of her that made her Faye. Since when did she embed herself into him like this?
He wasn't even going to pretend that he didn't love her. He knew he did. But, he just couldn't bring himself to tell her. It choked him. He didn't want to jinx it. Love wasn't supposed to happen to him, to a person like him, especially not twice and not so strongly.
"Fuck!" he shouted into the silence of the room.
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The water running over her head, mixed with the tears on her face. Why cry? It didn't make sense. What just happened, she had been craving and praying to happen for two years, maybe more. So why cry now that she got what she wanted.
"Because it hurts." She whispered to no one.
She ran her hands through the suds in her hair, as everything repeated in her head: The way his hands ran across her body, the way he kissed her, the way he moved against her, loving her. Mostly, she remembered his eyes, the way they watched her when he was inside her. His gaze never wavered from hers the whole time. She could see all he felt for her. So why couldn't she believe it?
Maybe she didn't want to believe it now that she could have what she'd always wanted.
She turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. She walked over to the mirror and wiped the steam off of it, to see her reflection. She reached up and tried to scrub the trails that the mascara left, but it wouldn't come off. She covered her eyes with her left hand and leaned the other against the sink.
"Why does it have to be so hard?"
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When she got back in the room, she saw he was sleeping with his back to the door. She shut the door quietly and walked over to the bed to lie down. She was so tired. She took of his shirt and quickly got back to bed. She lay with her back facing his.
She was surprised when she felt him shift and turn over. He moved to her and wrapped his arm around her.
"I thought you were asleep."
"No," he replied, "couldn't really."
She felt his breath on her and she shivered.
"You cold?" he asked, pulling her closer to his chest. He reached down and pulled the forgotten blanket over their bodies until it reached their shoulders.
She turned so she was facing him. She buried her face in his chest, wrapping her arm around him. Their legs tangled. She laughed when she felt all of him, a part of him needing a little more attention then the rest of him.
"You're still naked." She said. With mischief in her eyes, she reached down and grabbed him.
He groaned, "So are you." He hissed through his teeth as her grip tightened slightly.
"But I'm clean." She grinned.
"Like that matters." He laughed. She sure was energetic.
She exhaled softly against him and he could feel his skin heat up again. He moved to where he was half-lying over her. Confusion crept inside him again. When she was so near, he couldn't think straight. He kissed her forehead. He kissed her face, trailing to her mouth. Everything he felt for her was in his kiss.
"You need to stop teasing unless you think you can handle me again."
She had the grace to blush. "Is that so?"
"That's so."
They gave in to their lust.
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He watched her lazily as he smoked. His body was shaking from everything. He needed control. She was breathing so softly. She looked at peace. All the hardness was gone from her face. He didn't want to see it come back.
"I'm going with you."
Her eyes fluttered open. She looked up at him in question. "Going with me where?"
"To meet him." He expected her to put up a fight.
"If you want."
He felt relief.
"But wouldn't it be weird for you to? I mean, with you knowing him and everything."
'Well there you go. So much for no fighting it.' He thought.
"Of course not, Faye." She looked at him suddenly a little anxious. "What aren't you telling me?"
He was confused. "What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean." She couldn't bring herself to bring up her name, in the wake of what just happened earlier with them. It didn't seem right. She was his past lover.
"Just because he's Julia's father?" He asked.
She winced, so much for that thought. "So he is her father? Why didn't you tell me to begin with?"
"I didn't think it was important." He lied.
She turned away from him.
"What's the matter now?" he asked, a little frustrated.
"I'm just tired, Spike. It's been a long day." She felt him kiss the top of her head and her heart melted. She intertwined her fingers with his.
She loved him, but something just wasn't right. He wasn't telling her something and she couldn't figure out what it was.
He breathed in the scent of her hair and hugged her body closer to him. He couldn't risk her. He couldn't do it. She meant too much to him. He'd have to tell her.
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A/N: If Spike is confusing anyone, then don't worry, because he's supposed to. Everything will work out and you'll know what everything means in the end. I promise. Thanks so much for the reviews once again. I got like over 20 reviews for the last chapter, which surprised me. Thanks so much!
A/N: Look at me!! I kept my promise to update at around two weeks. *claps for herself* ^_~ Thanks for all the reviews so far. You really don't know how much I appreciate it. -_-; I never thought I'd get half of what I've gotten so far. Please, don't give up on this story, b/c I'm sure not planning on it. ^_^
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No one can run from their past or who they really are. Dreams, merely tell a person who they want to become. Dreams only take you so far. You just have to stand up and take what you can get. It's your choice if you work with what you've got.
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"Three days. I've only got that long until I have to see him, to speak with him...." she shifted a little, "And I'm scared as hell."
"Hmm..."
She turned to where she could see him. His eyes were closed. She prodded him in the chest.
"Hey! Are you listening to me?"
"Mhmm..."
"Yeah, sure you are."
She saw a smirk starting to form on his lips. He pretended to snore. She poked him harder.
"Hey!!!" She giggled. "I'm over here being serious and you just 'snore'?"
He started to laugh hard.
"Yeah, just pick on the poor and defenseless girl, whose life gets more confusing as the days go by. Real nice Spike."
"Well, what did you expect? I couldn't help it." He laughed. "And you poor and defenseless?" He snorted. "Hardly."
"Shut up!" she laughed. "Stop making fun of me!"
He shifted to lie on his side facing her.
"Why should I? It's so much fun." He kissed her on the neck.
She rolled her eyes and made to get up. He pulled her back to him. She landed with her back against his chest.
"Just where do you think you're going?" He whispered in her ear.
"Away from you." She retorted.
"Very funny."
"Yeah, I thought so too." She turned over and kissed him on the mouth.
They broke apart. She looked into his eyes. He was so beautiful.
"So who is this guy?" she blinked. He knocked her out of her reverie.
She sighed, "I don't have a damn clue. But he sure knows me."
"You don't know him at all and he knows you? That sounds weird to me."
"Yeah, no shit. That's what I thought."
"He said if I met him, he'd tell me everything." Her mind was racing. "But what if it's just another lie. What if he's really after me?"
His hand running through her locks of hair paused at that. "What can you lose by trying?"
"Everything." She whispered. "Because if this is another dead end, I don't know what I'm going to do. I don't think I can take it again."
When he didn't say anything, she smiled. What did she really expect him to say? That she had him? That he should be everything to her now? She suddenly felt sick to her stomach. She moved to get up again. This time, he didn't stop her from leaving. It made her feel worse, because she expected him to.
He watched her as she walked across the room. She was so beautiful, that his heart hurt and he had to look away.
"I'm gonna borrow this for a minute. I'll be back."
Her voice made him look back at her. She put on his oversized shirt to cover her and buttoned it up.
He tried to lighten up his mood and hers. "You look so much sexier in that than I do."
The corner of her mouth lifted.
"Of course I do. I've always been sexier than you." She quipped. Then she was gone.
Spike laid back and covered his eyes with his arm. Did she know what she was doing to him? She was driving him crazy. Her scent, the way she walked, the way she laughed, cried, it all made him insane for her. Her strong will, her bad attitude, all of her that made her Faye. Since when did she embed herself into him like this?
He wasn't even going to pretend that he didn't love her. He knew he did. But, he just couldn't bring himself to tell her. It choked him. He didn't want to jinx it. Love wasn't supposed to happen to him, to a person like him, especially not twice and not so strongly.
"Fuck!" he shouted into the silence of the room.
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The water running over her head, mixed with the tears on her face. Why cry? It didn't make sense. What just happened, she had been craving and praying to happen for two years, maybe more. So why cry now that she got what she wanted.
"Because it hurts." She whispered to no one.
She ran her hands through the suds in her hair, as everything repeated in her head: The way his hands ran across her body, the way he kissed her, the way he moved against her, loving her. Mostly, she remembered his eyes, the way they watched her when he was inside her. His gaze never wavered from hers the whole time. She could see all he felt for her. So why couldn't she believe it?
Maybe she didn't want to believe it now that she could have what she'd always wanted.
She turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. She walked over to the mirror and wiped the steam off of it, to see her reflection. She reached up and tried to scrub the trails that the mascara left, but it wouldn't come off. She covered her eyes with her left hand and leaned the other against the sink.
"Why does it have to be so hard?"
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When she got back in the room, she saw he was sleeping with his back to the door. She shut the door quietly and walked over to the bed to lie down. She was so tired. She took of his shirt and quickly got back to bed. She lay with her back facing his.
She was surprised when she felt him shift and turn over. He moved to her and wrapped his arm around her.
"I thought you were asleep."
"No," he replied, "couldn't really."
She felt his breath on her and she shivered.
"You cold?" he asked, pulling her closer to his chest. He reached down and pulled the forgotten blanket over their bodies until it reached their shoulders.
She turned so she was facing him. She buried her face in his chest, wrapping her arm around him. Their legs tangled. She laughed when she felt all of him, a part of him needing a little more attention then the rest of him.
"You're still naked." She said. With mischief in her eyes, she reached down and grabbed him.
He groaned, "So are you." He hissed through his teeth as her grip tightened slightly.
"But I'm clean." She grinned.
"Like that matters." He laughed. She sure was energetic.
She exhaled softly against him and he could feel his skin heat up again. He moved to where he was half-lying over her. Confusion crept inside him again. When she was so near, he couldn't think straight. He kissed her forehead. He kissed her face, trailing to her mouth. Everything he felt for her was in his kiss.
"You need to stop teasing unless you think you can handle me again."
She had the grace to blush. "Is that so?"
"That's so."
They gave in to their lust.
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He watched her lazily as he smoked. His body was shaking from everything. He needed control. She was breathing so softly. She looked at peace. All the hardness was gone from her face. He didn't want to see it come back.
"I'm going with you."
Her eyes fluttered open. She looked up at him in question. "Going with me where?"
"To meet him." He expected her to put up a fight.
"If you want."
He felt relief.
"But wouldn't it be weird for you to? I mean, with you knowing him and everything."
'Well there you go. So much for no fighting it.' He thought.
"Of course not, Faye." She looked at him suddenly a little anxious. "What aren't you telling me?"
He was confused. "What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean." She couldn't bring herself to bring up her name, in the wake of what just happened earlier with them. It didn't seem right. She was his past lover.
"Just because he's Julia's father?" He asked.
She winced, so much for that thought. "So he is her father? Why didn't you tell me to begin with?"
"I didn't think it was important." He lied.
She turned away from him.
"What's the matter now?" he asked, a little frustrated.
"I'm just tired, Spike. It's been a long day." She felt him kiss the top of her head and her heart melted. She intertwined her fingers with his.
She loved him, but something just wasn't right. He wasn't telling her something and she couldn't figure out what it was.
He breathed in the scent of her hair and hugged her body closer to him. He couldn't risk her. He couldn't do it. She meant too much to him. He'd have to tell her.
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A/N: If Spike is confusing anyone, then don't worry, because he's supposed to. Everything will work out and you'll know what everything means in the end. I promise. Thanks so much for the reviews once again. I got like over 20 reviews for the last chapter, which surprised me. Thanks so much!
