Title: Forever Broken
Author: Nirvana
Rating: R
Category: Romance/Angst
Summary: AU. Set in the year 2066, Spike Spiegel and Faye Valentine meet and an inevitable attraction arises. Unintentionally, the two begin a possessive affair under the worst circumstances.
Disclaimer: We all know the drill, but I must say it anyway. I do not own Cowboy Bebop or any of the characters they rightfully belong to their respective owners.
Chapter 9-The Aftermath
Faye loved his hands. Long, skilled and graceful that she, at times, envied. His hands made her feel hot and cold all over while his skin would burn against hers as his incessant mouth trailed down her neck. She loved his hands and would relish the feeling when he ran his fingertips on her heated flesh. The things he had done to her, she shivered just thinking of it again. But she was fairly certain, or at least hoped, that by now he knew that this was her first time. Either way, he was tender with her and now, was gradually building momentum. He was only driven by blind urges. And whenever her mind drifted to Vicious, she would sigh and close her eyes to block out all rational thought and her nagging conscience.
Faye remembered, the countless times she imagined what her first time would be like. But all her reveries were nowhere near as wonderful as this. It was just beyond words, the feeling coursing through her veins. Yet there was only one flaw. She wanted Spike to be her one and only. At heart, she was just like any other little girl. She wanted her knight in shining armor. To rescue her, whisk her away and love her. For a while, she believed this man to be Vicious. Now, it was Spike. But from all the circumstances, that dream had been taken from her very fingertips. She vowed not to regret this, there would be no point. It was too late to turn back.
Spike, effortlessly but softly clutched at Faye's wrists, his body straddling hers. He watched her, his desire-laden eyes memorizing every reaction that came across her face. Her legs tightened around his torso as he plunged into her again. In the back of his mind, Spike had half-expected Faye to tell him this wasn't right, that they needed to stop. But those words never slipped from her mouth. Instead, she held him close to her and stared into his eyes as he continued to make love to her.
When he finally let go of Faye's wrists, her hands traveled down his chest. Her finger lightly scraping against the solid muscle of his abdomen. He closed his eyes in momentary agony and bliss. She withered beneath him, her hips rising to meet his with each smooth push. She called out his name again and again, in time with the hard thrust of his hips. Their hungry mouths met in mid-passion, tongues plundering their moist depths. Spike's fingers dug into the flesh of her hips, and Faye's into his back as their frenzied dance of conquest and surrender continued, oblivious to time and the world around them. Then suddenly he spoke, low and hoarse.
"Tell me you love me." Spike stated.
Faye stared at him, her eyes widening slightly. But she made no reply to his request. It reminded her of one night she had spent with Vicious. Thinking of him brought about a pang of shame in her heart. He had held her close to him and requested that she tell him the same thing Spike wanted to hear right now. But that, had happened months ago. Before she even knew who Spike was.
"Tell me you love me." He demanded again. He took hold of her wrists once more, kept her body easily restrained and met her gaze. He smirked when he slowed down his thrusts to an unbearably slow pace.
"Spike..." Faye tried to speak, but she could hardly breathe.
"Tell me you love me." He said again. He pulled out, to the very tip, before he pushed back inside her.
It was not fair, he was torturing her and enjoying it. There was no way this would end without submitting to his bidding. Faye closed her eyes for moment, before she opened them again. "I love you." The three words were finally said. And as he let go of her wrists to gently cup her face she realized that she meant it.
She gasped again as an incredible rush of pleasure finally swept through her body when Spike increased his pace again. After a few moments, Faye was shuddering uncontrollably in his arms. His release followed after hers with a low groan. The two tiredly collapsed with a soft thud. Both were slick with sweat and breathing hard, and the bed sheets lay tangled and forgotten on the floor. Faye sighed in welcome, her skin flushed and her cheeks a deep red. Her insides were throbbing and her heart was racing from the afterglow of their lovemaking. Idly, she ran her fingers through Spike's hair before running her palm down his back as he breathed heavily into the crook of her neck. She could not help but fall in love with the weight of his body on top of hers.
Spike wrapped his arms around Faye and raised his head. He graced her with a small, weary smile. She grinned suggestively, which was followed by the light movement of her hips. He bit down on his lip when she did it again. Then he covered her lips with his in a very gentle kiss. This couldn't be happening, Faye reasoned, this is just a dream. But it was real. He was here with her, sharing one of the most intimate things that could be done between a man and a woman.
Eventually, Spike disentangled himself from Faye. He reached towards the nightstand, grabbing the pack of cigarettes that lay there. She watched him as he pulled out a lighter from the drawer and lit the sweet paper she herself craved. But she resisted. Slowly, he inhaled.
"Those things will kill you one day." Faye commented quietly.
From the corner of his eye, Spike glanced at her. "We all die, sooner or later." Then he exhaled.
"Well wouldn't you rather have the later than the sooner?" She inquired, a delicate eyebrow raising.
But he didn't answer her question. What they had just done, was finally sinking in and Spike could think of anyone but Julia. He closed his eyes when Faye pressed her cheek against his shoulder. She stared at him curiously.
"Daijoubu desu ka?" She asked. "Spike?" He suddenly sprung up from his position on the bed, smashed the cigarette in the ashtray, started gathering his clothes, and redressing. Faye stood up as well and grabbed the bed sheet and covered her body. She gazed at Spike in confusion. "What's wrong with you?" Still he kept quiet and gently, Faye turned him to face her. She placed her hand against his cheek, stood on the tips of her toes, and kissed him. His hands were shaking when she clutched at them. And just when he was about to kiss her back, he pushed her away.
Faye gazed at him, her anger rising along with her confusion. "What's the matter with you?"
Spike came near her, just a mere inches away, and she saw the anger in his eyes. "Take a guess, Faye." He muttered quietly. He brushed past her, but not before she could hear him utter her name "Julia..." Indistinctively, Faye felt her hands curl into fists as her eyes flashed with the first signs jealousy. But she said nothing as he continued to gather his belongings. He stopped in mid-step and spoke again. And if Faye wasn't mistaken, his voice sounded as if it was filled with disgust. "I hope you know, what happened means absolutely nothing to me. And as far as I'm concern, this shouldn't have happened."
Faye stiffened and turned to face him. Then she exploded. "So, what are you saying?!" She smiled even though she was livid. "That everything you said about me wasn't true?! Was this just a one night stand?!" She felt her eyes begin to sting and become blurry. Why hadn't she seen this coming? Why had seen been so naive? "Do you still love her?" Her voice was barely a whisper.
Spike looked at her, lost for words. Then finally, "Do you love him?"
She was silent for a long time before she spoke. "I need to go." Faye let the sheet drop from her body as she gathered her clothes. "Vicious...he's probably..." But she never finished her sentence as she grabbed purse after slipping on her dress.
It was then, when Faye walked past him, that he noticed she was crying.
-
Vicious for the nth time that day, got up and started pacing around his office. Why, he wondered, today of all days why couldn't he concentrate? He had asked himself that question so many times but he already knew the answer, Faye. His plans to propose to her had been ruined when he found her crying in a hallway. He had tried everything to persuade her to tell him what was wrong, but she refused. In other words, he was worried for her. For the past few weeks Faye had been acting very strangely.
Vicious stopped at the bay windows, his gaze on the busy streets below. Not only Faye but Spike as well. His best friend was usually so carefree, most times here trying to distract him from his work, and flirting shamelessly with coworkers. Now, Vicious barely saw him. In the working hours, he locked himself in his office. Occasionally coming out to instruct his secretary to do a task. Then, near dusk, he'd return to his home without a single person noticing his disappearance. And Julia, she was so distant he could barely describe it in words. But why was this happening?
"Vicious," He turned around to see Julia standing at the door, her eyes filled with curiosity.
He nodded his acknowledgement, "Julia," She stepped in slowly, closing the door behind her. But instead of sitting down, she opted to stay near the door. "What's the matter?" Vicious asked.
"It's been a while." She commented before smiling slightly.
"What do you mean? It's been a while since what?"
"Since...we've spent time together." She stepped closer, revealing her purse. "Why don't we take a break and get some coffee."
A small hint of confusion appeared on Vicious' face, but he seemed thankful for the offer. He stood and grabbed his coat before joining Julia at the door. They both left his office together in silence. It was the lunch hour so at least half of the employee staff had taken the opportunity to go and dine at a nearby restaurant. But there were those few workers who stayed to catch up on work they had fallen behind on.
Julia and Vicious had just passed the break room when a pair of women's laughter echoed in the hall.
"Are you kidding?!" The first exclaimed, a blond haired, green-eyed beauty.
"Why would I joke about this?" The second one answered. Her dark brown eyes danced with mischief as she ran her fingers through her black hair. "I swear I saw them when I was visiting Earth, Spiegel-sama and that girl."
At this, Julia stopped, her breath caught and her eyes wide. Vicious turned to look at her but she raised a finger to her lips as a signal of silence. Then, she pointed to the break room. He merely nodded before they both leaned on either side of the slightly ajar door. There was a rustle of a chair followed by more laughter.
"Okay, start from the beginning, Saria. Tell me everything that happened, don't leave out any details."
"All right, now let's see. Well, I had finally gotten the chance to take a trip to Earth to visit my mother. She's been a little ill, but she's better now. Anyway, I had been at the beach talking with a friend of mine when I saw him, Spiegel-sama. I couldn't tell if it was him, but I was able to get a closer look. At first, I didn't think anything of it. I just thought he happened to be visiting someone too. But when I saw him with another girl, I had to do a double take because it was not his girlfriend, Julia-sama."
Vicious glanced at Julia, his heart racing with uneasiness. Her head was bent, her bangs shadowing her eyes. She entwined her fingers together and bit down on her lip. But he saw it, the very first tear slipping down her face. He looked away from her when the second girl started speaking.
"I can't believe it!" She squealed with delight. "Okay, so who was he with?"
"I don't know if I should say, Adriana."
"Please! No one's around, I swear, I won't tell a soul."
There was another moment of silence before, the first woman, known as Saria, sighed. "Fine. Now, when I saw Spiegel-sama, I had to get a better look at who the girl was. The curiosity was killing me. But I didn't want to jump to conclusions. For all I knew, that woman could have been a sister or a cousin. I tried to be as discreet as possible and when I finally got a good look at the girl, I wanted to scream."
"Who was it?" Adriana urged. "Who?"
"Vicious-sama's lover, that Faye Valentine."
Vicious' heart nearly stopped. No, it couldn't be right. It had to be wrong. But his mind was bringing up too many questions and possibilities. Was that why Faye was crying? Was that why Spike had been so distant lately?
"I knew it! " Adriana stated with firmness. "That whore always tries to pretend that she's some perfect virgin, but she's just like the other tramps in the nightclubs."
"Maybe..." Saria murmured, obviously in deep thought.
"What's wrong?"
"Well, even though I saw them together. They weren't doing anything that would suggest they were having an affair. I mean, there were talking like best friends."
Vicious and Julia felt a swell of hope fill in them at hearing those words.
"Are you sure? Maybe Spiegel-sama saw you." Adriana suggested.
"I doubt it. But in my opinion, I don't think anything is going on. Rumors always blow the trivial out of proportion anyway."
As if on cue, Julia pushed open the door and both girls looked up. Their faces went pale with horror at seeing who it was. Then they nearly screamed when Vicious stepped in after her. They stood up quickly before they bowed their heads deeply.
"Vicious-sama. Julia-sama, gomen nasai." They both said in unison before going on ranting and making up excuses. They stopped eventually and looked up hopefully and finally noticed that their superior, Julia, was crying.
"It's not true," She whispered, almost as if she were talking to herself, reassuring her already broken heart. "I won't believe it. Spike...would never do that to me."
And she turned around and left the break room, leaving the two confused and still frightened girls with a silent Vicious. He stared at them for a long moment before he spoke.
"Saria," He said, turning his attention to the dark haired girl. "Are you sure of what you saw?"
"I-I t-think so." She stuttered out. He stepped closer and she stepped back. "I-I am positive."
"What both of you have discussed in this room will never be said again, understand?" He said. When the two women nodded, Vicious turned away and stalked out the break room and back to his office, his mind completely muddled.
"I'll never gossip again for the rest of my life." Adriana swore. "Arigato, Kami-sama."
Saria glanced at her friend. "Do you think Vicious-sama will consider my promotion now?"
-
Julia opened her eyes suddenly at hearing soft footfalls and the shifting of the bed sheets. Her heart started beating faster once she realized it was Spike. It had become a routine now, she barely saw him anymore. When she woke up in the morning, he was gone and when she went to bed at night he was never beside her. At first, she had been curious. It never bothered her because Spike was like that. He enjoyed going on late night escapades but never tried anything with the girls he flirted with. But as the days past her, she started to become worried, then angry.
She heard him walk over to the closet and then the rustling of his clothes. Julia heard him come nearer before the sheets rose and the weight on the mattress shifted. She closed her eyes for a second, taking in deep breaths, pretending to be asleep. It was like this every single night. And she wondered every second of the day-
"What happened to us?" Julia asked suddenly, she kept her eyes shut and pressed her head against the pillow. When she did not receive an answer, she turned around only to come face to face with Spike's back. "You could at least look at me." Spike instead decided to sit up but kept his gaze away from her. But it didn't bother Julia anymore. The way he ignored her had become expected. She sat up as well before she gently spoke. "I remember, when you'd come home late at night, you would always be bring me something.
"I can remember one night. When it was raining outside, when you hadn't come back and I was so worried. I stayed up and waited for you for what seemed like an eternity. You came in, drenched, and your hair," Julia laughed, even though it was forced, "was all floppy and falling in front of your eyes. But, you had a jewelry box in your hands and you gave it to me. My beautiful, gorgeous 'engagement' ring." She glanced at Spike to see his hands clench. "You said to me that you wanted me to be...your wife. That we were meant to be together. Yet, you didn't propose to me. Instead, you promised me that you would be mine and I would be yours. But even still, I said 'yes.' I said I loved you, and you said you loved me."
Julia, feeling bold, moved closer to Spike. "I miss those days. When nothing else mattered but us." She crawled over until she was leaning against his back. Her hair cascading down his shoulder. "And even though you're sitting right here next to me, I feel like I've lost you forever." She tried to stop herself but she could no longer help it. The tears fell and ran down Spike's back. "Did I do something wrong?"
"Julia..." He whispered her name so gently.
"Tell me," She pleaded as she clutched him. "tell what I did wrong so I can fix it." She started to sob. "Did I complain too much about stupid things? Am I too overbearing? Am I too envious? What is it?"
"Julia..." Spike managed. "Please..."
She fell silent after that. She just held Spike to her and broke down. Julia pressed her cheek against his and hugged him tighter, even though he never made a move to return her embrace. He didn't know when, but he, out of instinct, licked his lips and could taste the salt of her tears. But once he felt his eyes suddenly blur over, he grasped Julia's hand and held it tightly.
-
When Faye stared at herself in the mirror, she suddenly felt that familiar sting come to her eyes before she felt the tears stream down her face. She wiped them away and they were only replaced by more tears. She couldn't remember how long she had been crying. Hours, days at least. She leaned against the wall, watching her reflection and grimacing at the smeared lipstick and running mascara. She was just so tired of everything.
Now finally, after the deed was done. Faye realized that it had been a mistake. She kept telling herself not to sleep with Spike. But...she smiled wistfully. The temptation and the risk had been too much. She had gotten caught up in moment. Now, everything was falling apart. Vicious wouldn't leave her alone now. She knew he was concerned, but the more he asked, the more she felt he suspected.
He never loved you, the voice in her head was singing, he was just using you.
Faye crumbled to floor, bringing her knees to her chest. Julia was right, she was a whore. Everyone saw her as one so what was the use in denying it any longer? No matter how much she claimed to be above them, she only proved herself wrong the second she gave in to Spike. She didn't want to take the blame, it was all his fault. He had done this to her.
Abruptly fueled with anger, Faye got to her feet and walked swiftly to her bedroom. She opened her closet and started going through her clothes. And when she found what she was looking for she smirked, anticipation dancing in her eyes. She hadn't worn this outfit since she was fifteen. Back before she ever wandered to Mars and when she use to live on Venus learning all her gambling secrets. It was the only way to make quick cash without taking off her clothes for any willing man. But if she wanted people to understand and realize who she was and not what they imagined her to be, wallowing in self-pity would not help. Faye was tired of being judged and tired of trying to impress others. She didn't care anymore. If they wanted to see her other side, her wilder side, then so be it.
"I'll show you," Faye murmured.
She dressed quickly. Fixed her hair and reapplied her make-up. Every now and then as she walked through the clutter of people, she'd become consumed with doubt. Even though she saw herself as a bold woman, no matter how much she tried to hide, Faye was afraid of humiliation. But she kept walking through the crowded and humid streets of an open market. Frequently, she would hear young men howling and catcalling. She would give them her coldest glare and continue on. The sun was slowly disappearing when Faye finally reached the deepest parts of the city.
She stopped when she finally made it to the very tall building. Most of the employees had left for the day. But as she walked into the lobby and into an elevator, she remembered receiving disgusted but envious looks from women and lustful gazes from men. And in a way, she somehow missed those stares. They made her stand out, made her feel like a rebel amongst the ordinary. She never had to worry about what people thought about her, she had unattainable confidence. And to her, that was the best feeling in the world. But when she met Vicious, it all changed. All her motivation dwindled away from her.
Faye kept her eyes on the busy metropolis below during the whole elevator ride up. Occasionally, it would stop and people would join her or leave. But she could hear there quiet murmurs and could see there appalled looks in the elevator's windows. And in return, she would smirk proudly. She missed this feeling so much. Eventually, she did get to the top floor of the building and stepped out.
Faye walked swiftly through the halls, the heels of her white boots hitting the hard marble floor. Her hands were curled into fists, her emerald orbs narrowed. She did have plans of making a commotion and she knew Vicious was still here, on this very floor. There was a very great chance that he would find out about everything. She didn't care anymore. Whatever fate had for her, she would embrace it.
"Excuse me," Faye began, attempting to keep her temper in check. "I need to speak with Spike Spiegel. It is very urgent."
"I'm sorry," The secretary answered. She looked over Faye's attire. "Spiegel-sama is in a very important meeting right now. You'll have to wait." She smirked. "Or better yet, go back to the slut house you came from. He does have a girlfriend, you know."
Her fists tightened. "What I need to say cannot wait."
"It will have to." The secretary snapped, her smirk gone. "Besides, you of all people can't march in here and expect to have their demands met promptly. Obviously, you do not belong here. Especially if you're wearing something like that." She frowned. "it would be greatly appreciated by all of us," She gestured towards all the other employees watching them. "if you left this building immediately before security is called to escort you out."
Faye felt heat suddenly rise in her cheeks from the anger she could no longer control. Ignoring the secretary's protests, she walked towards the oak doors of Spike's office and roughly slammed them open. All heads turned to Faye as her gaze traveled to the lanky man who was dressed in a slick, blue suit that somehow gave him an air of mystery.
"I want to talk to you! Now!" Faye demanded.
No one made a sound but instead continued to stare at Faye in complete amazement. Everyone except for Spike, who was too preoccupied with staring at her ensemble, if it even could be called that. A very tight, yellow top that didn't even cover her slender waist and matching color shorts that ended nowhere near her knees. Her legs were clad in stockings and for the finishing accessories, white boots and a yellow headband. She looked so different. He would have never been able to recognize her. Spike could tell Faye had become embarrassed. He just didn't know if was because his employees were staring at her or if it was because he was.
Spike glanced outside to see the sun was vanishing behind the horizon. He sighed. "Ladies and gentlemen, it's late." He finally said. "As of now, this meeting is adjourned. We will continue tomorrow morning, bright and early, and start where we left off. You're dismissed." As soon as the words left his mouth, the employees started chatting amongst themselves quietly, smiling and laughing, but paying little attention to Faye. "Christina?" One of the women turned around and stepped towards Spike. She looked at him expectantly. "Can you please lock the door on your way out? Tell my secretary to put all my calls on hold and if anyone asks for me, tell them I'm busy. I wish not to be disturbed."
Christina nodded, a faint but familiar look flooded her pale eyes. She bowed. "Of course, Spiegel-sama."
She quietly left the office and when Spike heard the soft click of the lock, he turned his eyes on Faye. He looked at her for a long time before he raised an eyebrow. "Well? What do you want to talk to me about?"
"Don't act stupid," Faye warned. "you know why I'm here."
Spike walked past her and towards another set of doors. He opened them to reveal another room to his already vast office. It reminded her of the last time she had been in Vicious' office. When he finally declared that he loved her. Faye closed her eyes for a second, she didn't want to think about him now.
"Actually," Spike responded. "I don't. So, if there is nothing else you want to say to me then you know the way out. I have a lot of work to do." He took off his jacket and hung it on coat rack before sitting down in the leather chair behind his desk. He started going through all the papers in his folders.
Faye walked towards him, her eyes on the ground. "I don't understand." She admitted. "That night, when I found you, by the way you acted, you seemed drunk. What you said to me, I believed every single word." She smirked despite herself. "But now that I think about it, I think you just planned the whole thing. You wanted me to make sure that I saw you."
Spike glanced up to see her step forward once again. "No." He answered, he paused for a second before continuing. "I didn't plan anything. Everything that I said to you was the truth."
"Everything?" She echoed, her eyes meeting his.
Faye stopped as soon as she was close enough to run her fingers through Spike's hair. A moment of silence enveloped around them before she raised her hand high, her emerald eyes narrowing. Then in one fluid motion, she brought down her hand to deliver a slap to his cheek. He effortlessly caught her wrist, his gaze never leaving hers. She attempted to do the same thing with her other hand, but he caught it just as easily.
"So nothing we did meant anything to you! Is that the truth?!" Faye exclaimed. She struggled to get free, her voice was rising with her fury. "You're just like everyone else! People like you always use others for their own satisfaction!" She was able to get one hand free and used it to hit his shoulder roughly. Spike stood up, and with ease, forcefully laid her on the table. His folders and papers momentarily fluttered in the air before landing on the floor. Faye hit him again, as hard as she could. "I hate you!"
"You wish you did, but you can't." Spike said.
"I do!" Faye argued. She smiled suddenly, finding this whole situation so funny. She realized he was just afraid as she was. His Julia, his reputation, everything he had worked for would crumble if the people of Mars found out about their horrible secret. All because of lust and temptation that neither of them could control. He was driving her away, not because he cared but because he wanted to save himself. "You break the hearts of the women that love you. You have done it to me, just like you did it to Julia."
"She has nothing to do with this." Spike snapped suddenly.
Faye's hands clenched, and she winced when his grip on her wrists tightened. "Julia has everything to do with this." She replied, her smirk fading. It was then she promised to make him just as angry as she was. The only way she knew how.
She attacked his angel.
By attacking herself.
She knew she was crossing dangerous territory, but she no longer cared. Feeling bolder, Faye continued. "What do you really think of me, Spike?" Briefly, a look of confusion appeared on his face. "I've seen the way you look at both of us. Always comparing, and always trying to find out who is better. And I've heard what people say about me every time I come here. How I'm nothing compared to your sweet Julia. How we are miles away from being in the same class. How she will always be the considerate and compassionate woman." She smirked when she saw his eyes narrow. Her voice lost its icy touch, melting into a sweet sing-song tone. She pulled her head up, just barely brushing her lips against his. "But what if that wasn't the case? What if she was just like me? The cheating gambler. The disgusting slut. The greedy bitch."
"Stop." Spike said, but she wouldn't stop. Nothing could hold her back.
"You say you don't love Julia anymore, so what's the problem? Is it too hard for you to face the fact that she might not be the perfect little lover you pictured her to be?" Faye's voice became louder with each word she said. "For all you know, she could be just as dirty, just as ugly, just as cold. Just. Like. Me." Her lips brushed against his again. And each time he exhaled, she quivered. "Is that why you were attracted to me? Because I reminded you of her, or because we're completely different? Spike, did you think that after this was all over, you could just run back to Julia? That she'd be waiting for you with open arms and a forgiving smile?"
"Stop it." He was demanding her, it was her last warning. But she wouldn't stop. she couldn't be stopped. Faye was blinded by rage, and that fury covered her fast approaching fear. His eyes never spoke of his anger, they were hidden. Almost like the calm before a storm.
It was the grand finale. Her voice echoed through the room as she still struggled against him. "For all you know, Spike!" Then her voice suddenly dropped to a whisper as a smirk came to her lips. "Julia could be the nasty whore."
But Faye fell speechless when she felt a swift pain pass through her body. When she felt Spike's hand slam against her cheek. With eyes wide and her frame stiff, she was confounded and knew the red mark on her cheek would become a bruise before morning. An awkward silence surrounded them. She kept her gaze on the ground once the familiar, prickly feeling stung her eyes. Not now, she thought, please not now.
A single, unwanted tear streamed down her face.
Faintly, Faye could feel Spike's hand on her cheek again, so much more gentler than before. She could hear him murmuring something. Was he apologizing? For what? For hitting her? For lying? For pretending he didn't feel what she felt? She snapped out of her stupor long enough to realize that his fingers were traveling down to the single button holding her top together. She looked at him in sudden surprise.
"What do you want from me?" Spike asked. He played with the button. "This?"
With renewed anger and strength, Faye struggled to get away from him. "Let go of me!" She yelled.
Her top came undone and Spike felt her shiver slightly when his palm slid down her abdomen. He was able to slip one white boot from her foot. The began to remove the stocking. "Or do you want this?"
"Stop," Her plea was still loud, but softer. She felt humiliated.
Spike sat her up to look at him, pressing her body to his. "Why?" He asked. "Why did you come here, Faye? What did you need to prove? Yes, we slept together. Yes, it was a one night stand. What did you think was going to happen? I've worked to hard to get to where I am now and I'm not going to let you ruin it!"
Faye gazed at him for a long time. Then, "I hate you,"
Spike's eyes widened because this time, he knew she meant it. His hold on her loosened and Faye took that opportunity to push him away. She stood up on shaky feet, quickly buttoned her top. She slipped on her boot before turning around and slowly walking out of the office and out of the building. Just like before, people watched, silently whispering their guess of what happened between her and Spike just minutes ago. But just like before, Faye didn't care about them and what they thought of her. And as she walked the long distance back to her apartment, she never saw the eyes of Vicious watching her so closely.
Author's Notes: Hee hee! It's done, I'm so happy. I'm actually ahead of schedule! I know some of you must be like, why would Spike do such a thing to Faye? Well, if any of you know Spike in the CB series, when someone talks about Julia in a not so nice way, they in trouble. Besides, I just felt the need to add more drama and conflict, it's always so fun! I'm so sad to say this but we're winding down to the last chapters of Forever Broken. *cries* But I'm not upset, you know I won't end this story without a bang! Literally. Anyway, from my last chapter, I can tell you guys enjoyed it very much. But I hope you were paying close attention. Remember in Chapter 8, the conversation that took place between Julia and Faye? Here's a recap to refresh your memory:
Emerald eyes narrowed. "What are you trying to say, Julia?"
"Be careful. I'm giving you a warning, advice for you own good. If Vicious is pushed, you may pay for it dearly. Yes, he may appear to love you more than anything. He'll shower you with all the expensive things of luxury. Everything a woman wants, jewelry, clothes, money, love, and security. But as far as the people of Mars are concerned, you're just one his many whores. The only difference is that you're younger, Faye. And you'll be the first he proposes to."
Okay, do you remember? Well, for all the detectives out there, you can take this as a foreshadowing because Julia meant what she said. And in the next chapter you shall find out why. And if any of you feel sympathy for Julia right now, I guarantee you're going to despise her come next chapter.
So, to everyone, even though it is late, I hope you had a great Merry Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, and any other holidays that I'm sure I left out. And a Happy New Year! Questions, suggestion, comments, resolutions, I'd love to hear them. With my closing words, I leave you with what to expect in the next chapter.
Chapter 9: Exposé
-Spike and Faye romance!
-A scandalous and dangerous revelation about Vicious
-Another lime scene(very mild!)
-The big secret exposed(sort of.)