Chapter Four
Spike sat next to Faye as they waited for Jet to walk back out. She was leaning forward playing solitaire. Spike watched her intently. She wasn't paying attention. He watch how her hair fell forward and her fingers gently stroked the cards while turning them over. His mind froze. And he scolded himself silently. He leaned forward and took her drink off of the table and started drinking out of it. she looked at him as he spit it out.
"What Is that?" The table was moistened and her cards were all sticky. She glared at him and snatched the remainder of the drink out of his hand. He put his finger in his mouth and fished something out of it.
"It's orange juice Fuck Mook, God you are so annoying," Spike laughed and pulled a cigarette out of the pack sitting on the table. She looked at her cards angrily and leaned back on the couch.
"I am not cleaning that up," He laughed for a moment. Then he turned and looked at her face which was completely serious.
"Oh that means you think I am cleaning it?" She looked at him for a moment.
"It is your saliva idiot," He laughed and grabbed her soda dumping it on her head. She growled for a moment and he ran the other way then reached over and took his cigarettes off the table shoving them in his pocket. He took off up the stairs. He heard Faye clunking after him as he closed the door to the bathroom. He sat down on the toilet. Started messing with his gun out of habit. He heard her stop in front of the door as he locked it quickly. She tried to open it.
"Spiegel I am warning you, open this door you…" She heard Spike's voice come through the door soft and smooth.
"Ah Ah, Faye you better watch your language I am still a young boy," she pulled on the door harder this time. She took out her gun and cocked the trigger.
"I am giving you a chance Spike,"
"A chance for what?" She aimed at the door with a smirk on her face. She shot the doorknob off with a laugh and Spike had fallen onto the floor when she swung the door open. He was hiding behind the toilet. She put her gun away and walked over to him and lifted him up by his tie and shoved him against the wall. Spike held his hands out in front of him offering surrender with a smirk on his face.
"I have had enough of it Spike," Faye smirked and as she kicked him in the shin still holding him there by the tie. Spike glared at her putting his hands down and grabbing her around the waist lifting her up off the ground.
"Put me down you jerk!!" Spike laughed.
"You have been causing me some trouble the last couple days I am tired of that," Faye kicked him in the chest and he dropped her and she let go of his tie. He rubbed his chest for a minute. He lowered down to the floor and kicked her feet and then rose again in a split second. She slammed onto the ground and glared up at him.
"you are lucky I did not slam my head on something ," Spike laughed holding his stomach for a moment. She got up and slammed him against the wall again. Her right hand rested on his hip right above his belt and her left in the middle of his chest. His body got warmer at the reaction to her hand so close. He grabbed her hand and closed the door with his foot shoving her against the wall. She tried to kick at him. He held her legs in place with his leg.
"Hey this feels familiar," he said mockingly remembering the moment in the hallway. She remembered to and she looked into his eyes again. It was a mistake. Their color trapped her for a moment. She froze as she felt his hand stroking her side.
"Jet won't bother us this time," He pinched side, hard and she squealed and slapped him.
"You pervert get away from me," He then rubbed the skin he had pinched lightly. He felt her shiver as his hand traveled around her back and up then down her spine. Her eyes closed. He leaned closer to her.
"I think you are the pervert," His mouth right by her ear. He took his hand and traced around the top of her shorts. She shuddered. She opened her eyes and saw the smirk across her face. He laughed for a moment and she struggled a little and he started to take his hand away and her other hand came up and gently messed with his hair he stopped his movement looking into her eyes. She smiled as she pulled him towards her. He returned the grin. They heard the door slam and She moved out of the way as he released her hand and she smashed his head into the wall he fell over with a loud grunt. She ran out of the room and down to meet Jet. Spike felt like an idiot. He sat Indian style on the ground. He pulled out his pack of cigarettes and he heard Jet walk up the stairs to see him.
"What the fuck happened to the bathroom," He said pointing at the hole where the doorknob had been. Spike exhaled a cloud of smoke and looked up at him.
"I believe the Tornado Faye ran through here"
Spike sat next to Faye as they waited for Jet to walk back out. She was leaning forward playing solitaire. Spike watched her intently. She wasn't paying attention. He watch how her hair fell forward and her fingers gently stroked the cards while turning them over. His mind froze. And he scolded himself silently. He leaned forward and took her drink off of the table and started drinking out of it. she looked at him as he spit it out.
"What Is that?" The table was moistened and her cards were all sticky. She glared at him and snatched the remainder of the drink out of his hand. He put his finger in his mouth and fished something out of it.
"It's orange juice Fuck Mook, God you are so annoying," Spike laughed and pulled a cigarette out of the pack sitting on the table. She looked at her cards angrily and leaned back on the couch.
"I am not cleaning that up," He laughed for a moment. Then he turned and looked at her face which was completely serious.
"Oh that means you think I am cleaning it?" She looked at him for a moment.
"It is your saliva idiot," He laughed and grabbed her soda dumping it on her head. She growled for a moment and he ran the other way then reached over and took his cigarettes off the table shoving them in his pocket. He took off up the stairs. He heard Faye clunking after him as he closed the door to the bathroom. He sat down on the toilet. Started messing with his gun out of habit. He heard her stop in front of the door as he locked it quickly. She tried to open it.
"Spiegel I am warning you, open this door you…" She heard Spike's voice come through the door soft and smooth.
"Ah Ah, Faye you better watch your language I am still a young boy," she pulled on the door harder this time. She took out her gun and cocked the trigger.
"I am giving you a chance Spike,"
"A chance for what?" She aimed at the door with a smirk on her face. She shot the doorknob off with a laugh and Spike had fallen onto the floor when she swung the door open. He was hiding behind the toilet. She put her gun away and walked over to him and lifted him up by his tie and shoved him against the wall. Spike held his hands out in front of him offering surrender with a smirk on his face.
"I have had enough of it Spike," Faye smirked and as she kicked him in the shin still holding him there by the tie. Spike glared at her putting his hands down and grabbing her around the waist lifting her up off the ground.
"Put me down you jerk!!" Spike laughed.
"You have been causing me some trouble the last couple days I am tired of that," Faye kicked him in the chest and he dropped her and she let go of his tie. He rubbed his chest for a minute. He lowered down to the floor and kicked her feet and then rose again in a split second. She slammed onto the ground and glared up at him.
"you are lucky I did not slam my head on something ," Spike laughed holding his stomach for a moment. She got up and slammed him against the wall again. Her right hand rested on his hip right above his belt and her left in the middle of his chest. His body got warmer at the reaction to her hand so close. He grabbed her hand and closed the door with his foot shoving her against the wall. She tried to kick at him. He held her legs in place with his leg.
"Hey this feels familiar," he said mockingly remembering the moment in the hallway. She remembered to and she looked into his eyes again. It was a mistake. Their color trapped her for a moment. She froze as she felt his hand stroking her side.
"Jet won't bother us this time," He pinched side, hard and she squealed and slapped him.
"You pervert get away from me," He then rubbed the skin he had pinched lightly. He felt her shiver as his hand traveled around her back and up then down her spine. Her eyes closed. He leaned closer to her.
"I think you are the pervert," His mouth right by her ear. He took his hand and traced around the top of her shorts. She shuddered. She opened her eyes and saw the smirk across her face. He laughed for a moment and she struggled a little and he started to take his hand away and her other hand came up and gently messed with his hair he stopped his movement looking into her eyes. She smiled as she pulled him towards her. He returned the grin. They heard the door slam and She moved out of the way as he released her hand and she smashed his head into the wall he fell over with a loud grunt. She ran out of the room and down to meet Jet. Spike felt like an idiot. He sat Indian style on the ground. He pulled out his pack of cigarettes and he heard Jet walk up the stairs to see him.
"What the fuck happened to the bathroom," He said pointing at the hole where the doorknob had been. Spike exhaled a cloud of smoke and looked up at him.
"I believe the Tornado Faye ran through here"