Sorry it's been awhile since I updated this! Here goes Why Can't I Forget,
chapter three.
Spike's POV
So here we sat together, the silence of the room broken only by the quiet sound of chewing. It was good food if I do say so myself. I thought I did a fine job cooking, considering what happened last time I tried. After several long minutes, I gave out an exhausted sigh and began to stare Faye straight in the eye. It was always fun, especially when I did it long enough to make her squirm. But this time I wasn't just joking around. I really needed to stare into her eyes... to know that everything was going to be okay.
I swallowed the last bit of my food and carefully set down the plate, the soft noise startled Faye and she met eyes with me. I smiled and she returned it.
"That was good Spike... you were right, you can cook." She laughed her soft, musical laugh. Not the laugh she used when she was being stupid, but her genuine laugh. I couldn't help but be entranced.
"Hey Faye... I got an idea. Want to find a movie to watch on the TV?" I hoped I didn't sound too desperate, but I knew I was failing miserably. She simply smiled and nodded, walking off to get into her pajamas. That's a good idea, I thought. So I found my way into the laundry room, wriggling into my red and orange striped boxers and gray undershirt.
Knowing it would take her longer to get ready than it would me, I stumbled into the kitchen and happily popped the last bag of popcorn. This is weird, I thought to myself. How can I possibly feel so happy after being so miserable a few hours ago? I didn't want to admit it, but I had no other choice. Faye was taking Julia's place in my heart. And there wasn't I thing that I could about... even if I wanted to...
Faye's POV
Walking toward my room, I spent my sweet time. I wanted to think. What was it in those deep eyes that drew me to him? I had no clue, and didn't want to give myself a headache while thinking it over. Sliding my door open, I flopped on the bed and watched it close before rolling over to find my shorts and tank top. Knowing Spike, he'd already be in his pajamas, so why not follow suite?
Being bored and wanting to make him wait, I decided to paint my toenails. I made them a bright, eye-catching red. For a reason I couldn't quite think of, I wanted him to notice my toes. But why my toes all of a sudden? I couldn't tell, but the thought of Spike liking my toes made me laugh. When I thought he had waited long enough, and after I made sure my toes were dry. I walked back out into the living room to find Spike stretched out on the couch, the TV on the table. He looked so cute, all rumpled and sleepy. I quickly shook the thought out of my head. This was Spike after all! He grinned at me when he saw me walked down the stairs and patted the spot in front of him on the couch. I hesitated and he sat up, leaving a spot next to him open. This time I sat down.
Spike's POV
It didn't really surprise me when Faye refused to lie down in front of me. I actually surprised myself when I had offered. When she sat down next to me, I looked at her toes. Perhaps it was the red toenail polish that drew my gaze. I have no clue, but I could tell she wanted me to comment on them.
"I like your toes." I laughed when she stammered a thank you. My gaze softened as I watched her hair fall carefully to her shoulders. I wanted to run my fingers through it, as I had so many times before with Julia's hair. I was miserable right now, but I didn't want to show it. I wanted to hold her in my arms, to be in her arms again. What really surprised me is how fast these emotions for Faye were growing inside of me.
She flipped to a silly movie where no one could act and the special effects were primitive.
"Must be some movie made in the 30's..." Her comment made me laugh and she looked at me. Her eyes locked with mine and suddenly I lost control. I leaned forward, curling one hand around the back of her neck. I watched her catch her breath, then relax, as her face grew softer, more inviting. Gently I lay down, pulling her onto my chest. I was glad she went willingly. Gently I stroked her face with my thumbs as she leaned closer into me. This has been something I haven't been able to do for a long time. But I think I'm ready now.
Carefully, almost timidly I pressed my lips to hers. Feeling both of our needs surface, she pulled me closer and kissed me deeper. So this is what her lip-gloss tasted like... I was right; it was strawberry.
So watta ya think? I hope you guys are enjoying it. Please RR I'll try and update when I get up to 16 reviews!!!
Spike's POV
So here we sat together, the silence of the room broken only by the quiet sound of chewing. It was good food if I do say so myself. I thought I did a fine job cooking, considering what happened last time I tried. After several long minutes, I gave out an exhausted sigh and began to stare Faye straight in the eye. It was always fun, especially when I did it long enough to make her squirm. But this time I wasn't just joking around. I really needed to stare into her eyes... to know that everything was going to be okay.
I swallowed the last bit of my food and carefully set down the plate, the soft noise startled Faye and she met eyes with me. I smiled and she returned it.
"That was good Spike... you were right, you can cook." She laughed her soft, musical laugh. Not the laugh she used when she was being stupid, but her genuine laugh. I couldn't help but be entranced.
"Hey Faye... I got an idea. Want to find a movie to watch on the TV?" I hoped I didn't sound too desperate, but I knew I was failing miserably. She simply smiled and nodded, walking off to get into her pajamas. That's a good idea, I thought. So I found my way into the laundry room, wriggling into my red and orange striped boxers and gray undershirt.
Knowing it would take her longer to get ready than it would me, I stumbled into the kitchen and happily popped the last bag of popcorn. This is weird, I thought to myself. How can I possibly feel so happy after being so miserable a few hours ago? I didn't want to admit it, but I had no other choice. Faye was taking Julia's place in my heart. And there wasn't I thing that I could about... even if I wanted to...
Faye's POV
Walking toward my room, I spent my sweet time. I wanted to think. What was it in those deep eyes that drew me to him? I had no clue, and didn't want to give myself a headache while thinking it over. Sliding my door open, I flopped on the bed and watched it close before rolling over to find my shorts and tank top. Knowing Spike, he'd already be in his pajamas, so why not follow suite?
Being bored and wanting to make him wait, I decided to paint my toenails. I made them a bright, eye-catching red. For a reason I couldn't quite think of, I wanted him to notice my toes. But why my toes all of a sudden? I couldn't tell, but the thought of Spike liking my toes made me laugh. When I thought he had waited long enough, and after I made sure my toes were dry. I walked back out into the living room to find Spike stretched out on the couch, the TV on the table. He looked so cute, all rumpled and sleepy. I quickly shook the thought out of my head. This was Spike after all! He grinned at me when he saw me walked down the stairs and patted the spot in front of him on the couch. I hesitated and he sat up, leaving a spot next to him open. This time I sat down.
Spike's POV
It didn't really surprise me when Faye refused to lie down in front of me. I actually surprised myself when I had offered. When she sat down next to me, I looked at her toes. Perhaps it was the red toenail polish that drew my gaze. I have no clue, but I could tell she wanted me to comment on them.
"I like your toes." I laughed when she stammered a thank you. My gaze softened as I watched her hair fall carefully to her shoulders. I wanted to run my fingers through it, as I had so many times before with Julia's hair. I was miserable right now, but I didn't want to show it. I wanted to hold her in my arms, to be in her arms again. What really surprised me is how fast these emotions for Faye were growing inside of me.
She flipped to a silly movie where no one could act and the special effects were primitive.
"Must be some movie made in the 30's..." Her comment made me laugh and she looked at me. Her eyes locked with mine and suddenly I lost control. I leaned forward, curling one hand around the back of her neck. I watched her catch her breath, then relax, as her face grew softer, more inviting. Gently I lay down, pulling her onto my chest. I was glad she went willingly. Gently I stroked her face with my thumbs as she leaned closer into me. This has been something I haven't been able to do for a long time. But I think I'm ready now.
Carefully, almost timidly I pressed my lips to hers. Feeling both of our needs surface, she pulled me closer and kissed me deeper. So this is what her lip-gloss tasted like... I was right; it was strawberry.
So watta ya think? I hope you guys are enjoying it. Please RR I'll try and update when I get up to 16 reviews!!!