A/N: Hey, all my sweet, devoted reviewers whom have actually STUCK with me!!!!!! I've lost most of my reviewers!!! =( ::weeps piteously:: Welp...hopefully this chapter is the one that you've ALL been waiting for, if you get my drift. LoL , Please R&R, and of course....ENJOY! =-=
(Kimberley Locke & Clay Aiken's "Without You" plays)
What is, exactly, the true meaning of love?
It is used so commonly, from new, naive young couples who claim their "strong feelings" for one another, to an extreme affection for a morbid video game.
And yet there Spike was, completely bearing his heart and soul to his comrade by uttering the three little words that she had so very much longed to hear from his lips, and yet now that they had been spoken, she no longer felt the joy within her heart that she had once thought that she would.
In fact, it was quite the opposite. She found that she didn't believe him; period, amen. For all she knew, he was just trying to get into her pants like all the other times that she had foolishly given in to her lust.
"Well?," Spike finally demanded, giving her a look full of extreme hurt. "Aren't you going to say anything?"
Faye bit her lip, then immediately looked away, her voice pained and hushed as she urged softly, "Please don't lie to me, Spike.....if you are.....I-I just don't think that I could take it."
He frowned deeply. Couldn't she see that he truly cared about her? That she was the very blood in his veins?
"Spike....why are you staring at me like that?"
He didn't answer her question, his artificial eye seeming to burn into her emerald orbs as he gingerly took her chin in his hand and tilted her head back, his lips immediately seeking her own in a desirous kiss that enveloped them both within a velvety aura of intense lust and passion.
A low moan full of gratitude escaped the back of Faye's throat as he pulled her firmly against his well-carved torso, his warm, satin lips burning a trail from her mouth to the fluttering pulse upon her silken neck, his hands immediately cupping her large breasts and giving them a gentle squeeze that caused her to let out a small whimper and bury her face within the crook of his neck as if she were in hiding.
"I love you," she breathed, placing an affectionate kiss upon his cheek as she tangled her fingers within his mossy-green hair and let out a fervid sigh full of completion.
Smiling into her hair, Spike returned veraciously, "I love you, too."
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Good friends are scarce and terribly hard to find these days. Spike had died for a friend like that, yet it was all ended by a personal vendetta over a goddamned woman.
But no, not just any woman. The perfect, fair-skinned Julia, to be exact.
She was the face that could launch 1,000 soldiers into battle. Well...perhaps just two soldiers, anyway.
Two poor, foolish men who were once like brothers, yet still were due to the terrible fact that they constantly fought over what they truly loved and desired.
And, in the end, whom had truly won? Spike.....or Vicious?
Many claim that Spike had won the battle and the fair maiden's heart, but many also believe that Julia merely came to him for protection since she was in grave danger with Vicious and the syndicate.
If this was, indeed, the case, Spike truly did "die" in vain over a love that he never actually had.
As he continued to contemplate all of this within the burdened bowels of his cluttered mind, Davis leaned over the balcony of his apartment and sighed, a cigarette dangling precariously from his lips as he wondered why, exactly, he had wanted to be just like his master.
After all, why on earth would he have wanted to live in a constant version of hell, itself; all over a woman's sweet, beautiful face that allured everyone and everything with just a single passing glance.
"Damn you," Davis cursed softly under his breath, Julia's demure countenance radiating before him as he continued to denounce her innocence and purity with a hatred that he never knew that he possessed against the angelic beauty. "Damn you for tearing the syndicate apart....damn you for destroying my best friend and making him want to die with each passing moment! Oh, if only you'd come back.....I'd kill you, myself!"
His cigarette falling abruptly from his lips and to the balcony ground with a sudden plop, Davis sourly stomped upon it and wondered in absolute amazement how he had only days before considered the fair blonde an actual gift from God.....a true reason for living.
"She was nothin' but trouble," he decided aloud, stuffing his hands into his pants' pockets as he directed his gaze up towards the bluest sky that he had ever laid his eyes upon.
The irony of his words suddenly struck him and he smiled, acknowledging humorlessly, "Hmph....and so was he."
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Oh, how she loved his hands.
They were perfect in each and every way, always knowing exactly how and where to touch her to the point that she would lose all control and sense of reason.
She found it to be simply incredible that these were the hands of a murdering syndicate leader; all soft, gentle, and caring with every single graceful flourish that they burned along her pale, silken flesh.
So, standing there completely naked within the moonlight, Faye felt no real true surprise that Spike was there before her, his one hand gently cradling her hip while the other caressed the softness of her cheek, his warm, garnet eyes both haunting and alluring as he pulled her in for their first true, heartfelt kiss.
It was unlike anything that Faye had ever experienced. All of their former kisses had been savage and brutal with a lustful carnality, but this one was much different. It was soft and gentle, yet extremely passionate, the love that they both now clearly felt reflecting off of each tender touch and embrace that they so passionately shared.
Nuzzling the nape of her neck, Spike gently suckled upon Faye's fluttering pulse and rolled his thumbs over her tingling nipples, her breath immediately hitching in her throat as he lifted her up into his warm embrace and carried her on over towards her bed, which he placed her down upon with such care that it was as if he feared that she might break.
"You're so beautiful," Spike breathed, gradually lowering himself atop his lover and situating himself between her legs with a look in his eyes that could have very easily melted her heart. "I want to love you forever and ever."
"Spike," Faye gasped in return, clutching him to her bosom as he lightly nipped at her flesh with his teeth and soothed the slightly aggravated spots with his tongue, her soft moans only futher encouraging him as he was suddenly overcome by the overwhelming desire to hold her.
Lightly caressing her between the legs, Spike couldn't help but moan, himself, as he felt her undeniable want for him, her deep jade eyes pleading with him to the point of sheer insanity as she reached up and touched his face.
"I love you," she breathed, causing him to harden on impulse. "I love you so incredibly much."
Spike wordlessly answered her by devouring her mouth with his own, their tongues dancing to the rhythm of their inner passion as their arms tangled about one another with a desperation that surprised them both just as equally.
Letting out a deep and throaty moan, Spike stiffened as Faye gave him a long, firm stroke, his member throbbing within her taught grasp like steel as he grunted and felt his desire to take her to new heights rapidly escalating with each and every rise and fall of their sweat-slicked bodies.
Gently flipping him over so that he was now beneath her awaiting body, Faye carefully positioned herself over his iron-hard arousal in an agonizingly slow manner, their eyes locking with a burning passion as she rigorously impaled herself upon him and felt as if something warm and incredibly wondrous was budding deep within her very heart and soul.
Throwing his head back in utter ecstasy, Spike seized Faye by the hips and began to instinctively pump deeper within her, both moaning due to the incredible sensation that was radiating between them like a sudden burst of untamed heat, their soft gasps only further enhancing the passion that was rapidly combusting within them and adding fire to their already fully-ignited love.
"Spike," Faye gasped, her trembling fingers eagerly running along the smooth expanse of his well-toned torso, his flesh quivering amidst her touch as she slowly leaned forward and placed a desirous kiss upon his warm, thin lips, his fingers now tangling their way within her hair as he tried his damndest to get closer.
God, he needed her. She was his water and his fire. Julia, he realized, had never accomplished that. She had always been either one or the other.
Tightening his grip upon Faye's hips like an iron vice, Spike choked on a moan as he felt his seed explode deep within her, his muscled chest thrusting outward in utter delectation as he gasped and hauled her back down so that their lips could meet once more in a kiss filled with a deep and passionate desperation, his body melting down as he brought her netherwards along with him.
Snuggling against him in utter adoration, Faye breathed a hushed "I love you" into his ear and fearfully awaited the outcome, wondering if he had been faking his devotion to her all along.
Smiling, Spike breathed as smoothly as if he had been saying it all his life, "I love you, too, Faye, and I always will."
Then, she smiled, too, her heart now a flutter and dancing deep within her bosom with a happiness unlike any that she had ever experienced, fore she finally, at long last, believed him.
A/N: Welp, how was that??? Good enough? Heh. -.-' I didn't make it as raunchy as the past ones since I wanted this particular intimate moment to be more...well...genuine, if you will. If it seemed quote "unreal" to you, their newfound relationship will be further explained in later chapters, so please don't waste my time with the typical "OMG, where did THAT come from?!" review. Thankies! But please, by all means, DO review me! PLEASE!!! I'm BEGGIN' ya!!! I'm beginning to doubt myself!!! . Thank ya so much! Luv ya bunches! ,
3 Kendra Luehr