I really do appreciate the reviews, and I thank all the people that have read this far. The story is a whole lot longer than I originally expected. I'm on page 50 in Microsoft word. This thing has taken up a life of its own. Anyway, enjoy, and one last unimportant yet fun trivia fact: If I did make chapters 4 and 5 one long chapter, it would be exactly 17,031 words you would have to get through. =]
Chapter 5: …Drives Me Wild.
Day 31:
"I'm sick of this!" Jet didn't look up when Spike stormed into the room yelling. He was busily cutting his bonsai trees since he had nothing better to do. This had been one of the few days where everything on the ship had been relatively relaxing. It was only more enjoyable because he actually had gotten enough sleep within the past week. Faye had listened to him for once and stopped drinking as much. He only had to go out one night to get her in the past ten days. Improvements were always blissful.
This morning had been different from most than the BeBop had seen. This one had gone peacefully enough, and, of course, it wasn't surprising that someone would come in screaming to mess it all up. It had to happen just when he was finally working on the finer details that required more attention, damnit. Lady Luck was never really big on being on his side.
"I'm seriously sick of this shit!" Spike yelled again, standing right behind Jet. He knew that Jet was working on his bonsai and trying his hardest to ignore him, but Spike knew it wouldn't last very long. This was important shit, too. It was apparent to Jet that he was angry about something, but it was even more apparent that Jet didn't give a damn. Jet never gave a damn about anything when he was working on his little trees.
"What shit?" The bored tone wasn't missed by Spike, just merely ignored. Spike leaned over Jet's shoulder and glared at him.
Holding up a mass of his green hair, he shoved it in Jet's face. "This shit!" Jet looked up at him with a, 'So what's your point?' expression on his face. This was the only thing that Spike was all worked up about? He had to be fucking joking. "I want a haircut. Now."
Turning his attention back to his bonsai trees, he continued to carefully trim them with his pair of well loved scissors. He didn't want to have to pay attention to this, but he knew that Spike would just keep on going with his ranting if he didn't give him at least one person to turn to. He just knew his partner that well. He should be able to anyway after living with the bastard for technically six years.
"Ed does that now. Go ask her." Jet didn't turn around to see the look of horror that spread across Spike's face. Go to Ed? Was Jet insane? Before Spike could say anything to argue, Jet cut in, "I'm not wasting my damn money on your hair. Ed cuts her own hair all the time and does a nice job of it. She'll do yours for free. Plus it'll give her something to do. Now shut the Hell up and go get it done. I want your bitching to continue elsewhere."
Spike thought about saying something to Jet's remark. Things had become slightly tense between them since Jet became clued in on everything that had been happening, but it was known by everyone that they were trying to make their conversations run as smoothly as possible. It didn't always work so well. Now was not the time to start up a fight with the older man, and he knew it. Feeling defeated, he left the room to go find Ed. Silently, he was praying that she wouldn't cut off his head by mistake.
Day 45:
Spike gladly handed over his money card to the impound worker with a smile on his face. He would have paid almost anything to get his Swordfish II back. It had taken over a month, but finally Ed had tracked it down for him and told him which impound it was at. Obviously, it was on Mars, but there were so many there. She called it his belated 'Welcome Back' present.
He didn't know how to thank her for it, but obviously she saw the way that he watched Jet and Faye go off for bounties. He would go by the large window and watch them soar off with a look of longing on his face. He wanted his ship back since he first woke up. When Jet eventually told him that it had been impounded, he was surprised the rush of adrenalin that the weaker man had experienced. Ed was the only one that was actually willing to look into getting the ship back, though.
Taking the appropriate amount of cash off his card, the impound worker handed it back to Spike. Spike was now a couple hundred-thousand wulong lighter, but now he had his better half back. It was worth it. Any crazy amount that the worker would have asked for was worth it.
Jet didn't know that he had come out here to do this, but it didn't matter what the old man thought. He wanted his ship back and there wasn't a damn thing that Jet could do about it. He was getting bored just sitting around the ship all day with basically no one to talk to. He ended up spending more time with Ed than he ever would have imagined. She was a funny and entertaining girl; he was now actually able to tolerate her since she wasn't so hyper all the time. It was still slightly hard for him to get used to everything that was different on the ship. He was a man that didn't appreciate change, and considering that fact, he was adjusting to everything fairly well.
It had been a long walk there, but now that he had his ship back, it would only be a few minutes before he would be back in the hangar with a smile on his face. Now that he had his baby back, all he had to do was get back into peak condition so that he could go on bounties again. He needed the action. If he weren't careful, he would get a serious case of Cabin Fever, and no one knew how bad that would get.
Slowly, but surely, everything was starting to come together again. It was a comforting feeling, like watching his wounds heal every time he came back from a hard bounty. It was the only thing that kept telling him everything would be alright. Everything would be okay in the end. Lighting up a cigarette as he walked to his old friend, he quietly looked up at the sky.
Just another day without rain…
Day 72:
With the last of his strength, he gave the punching bag one final swift kick in the side. Dropping to the floor, he raised his hand in the air and caught the bag on its way back before it hit him in the head. Small streams of sweat traveled down the length of his body as a feral smile spread across his face. He hadn't felt this good in, well, years. Letting go of the punching bag, he stood up and ran a hand through his hair.
His breath came in small puffs of air as he closed his eyes and let out a sigh. He was finally in the condition that he was aiming for, and it had happened much faster than anyone had anticipated. Soon, Jet promised that he would start taking Spike out to catch bounties again. He couldn't explain how much he had been waiting for Jet to say that. Staying on the ship all day was starting to get under his skin. He didn't mind being able to sleep in as late as he did now, but that didn't mean that he enjoyed doing it all day everyday for the past two months. He wanted out.
Besides that, everything had been quiet recently. Faye stopped drinking almost all together, Jet and he were now on comfortable levels of conversation again, and Ed was just Ed. As nice as it was to finally get some peace of mind, too much of it was unsettling for Spike. He was an easily restless soul, and right now he needed some action. He was almost tempted to go out and get drunk in Faye's place just so he could get roughed up a bit. It would be entertaining, but he knew that he would get Hell for it from both Jet and Faye. They were like mother hens, not as much as they used to be, but they still were. Jet especially.
On top of that, his female companion still invaded his mind every five minutes. Brooding over Faye was now just a part of his daily routine, but it was strange how he barely saw her throughout the day. She became like a shadow. When he did see her, she looked happy enough. He was the only person who could tell if it were honest or just a façade. He never had the time though; she would disappear whenever he came into the room, avoiding him like the Black Death.
It was true that they hadn't exactly ended their last meeting on a happy note. That might have been why, but it would be hard for him to settle everything out if she kept avoiding him. It was crazy; this whole ship was crazy. He needed a day off. Well, he had several days off, but now he needed a day off from rest. Weird things start happening when one has nothing to do. They start imagining stuff, or maybe it was all real? It wasn't up to him to make that decision anymore. Nowadays, he just sat back and went along with the flow, not like that prospect bothered him much. It was just the endless silence that was getting to him.
His ears perked up, and his head snapped to the side. He had a faint noise, or at least he had. The quiet sound of someone walking either toward or away from him, he couldn't really tell which one. It wasn't uncommon for him to hear stuff that wasn't there, but recently it had been happening so often that he was starting to wonder if it really was his imagination. Even it was just his ears playing tricks on him, he scanned the area where the sound came from with his brown orbs.
Nothing was there, but he couldn't shake the feeling of eyes on him.
Day 85:
His craving for bounties was now officially quenched after his constant bugging of Jet to let him go. They were both small fries, but it was still better than nothing. It didn't make returning to the BeBop any easier though. It was starting to be really creepy to him. Everything was going along just a bit too smoothly for the past couple months. That and the fact that Faye avoiding him was seriously starting to piss him off. It had almost been three months since he woke up, and still nothing had been solved. It was just damn frustrating.
To make matters even worse, when he wanted a moments peace, that feeling of someone watching him wouldn't go away. He tried seeing who it was time and time again, but he never saw anyone. He didn't even know if someone was actually there. Maybe it was just his mind playing tricks on him, causing him to over react because he had been so restless before.
It made the days longer, and he knew that it never really happened at the same time everyday. That fact within itself made the idea almost unbearable. It would randomly creep up on him sometime throughout the day; luckily it never happened while he was in the shower. That was part of the reason why he thought that he wasn't just making this feeling up. Most of the time he would be sitting in the living room, the rest of the time it would be while he was in the kitchen, halls, or in the gym.
To say the least, being watched while he was working out was by far the most uncomfortable thing that he ever felt. If he was just being self conscious about his training, that would have made sense for why he felt it there, but not why he felt it all the other places. This was like a puzzle that wouldn't be solved until someone just came up and flat out told him the answer.
He had promised himself though, one way or another, he'd find out what was going on. Either he was being stalked…
… Or he was just insane.
Day 104:
Not a damn thing had changed. This was beginning to go way beyond cruel and unusual punishment.
Day 123:
Dear fucking God, he hadn't meant for it to happen. He hadn't wanted it to happen, but it had. Now he was staying in the seventh layer of Hell for it. Spike knew that he shouldn't have just bluntly confronted Faye wherever she might have been, because the ingenious place he decided to pick was the bathroom. He knew she was in there. Spike fucking knew that she was in there taking a shower, but he just went and charged in anyway. How stupid was he? He picked the bathroom of all places, when she was just getting out of the shower, no less.
To be honest, what was said didn't matter to him at all. Even after the harsh words in the living room to the slap in the bathroom. That didn't matter to him. All he knew was that within a matter of seconds, she was pressed against the bathroom wall with their bodies completely aligned and her towel thrown onto the floor, by him, of course. Now that he thought about it, he was surprised that she had kissed him back as eagerly as she had. They were both starving for something they had missed for so long.
Now as he was standing in the bathroom by himself with a shocked look on his face, he had the memory of her smooth skin stuck in his mind. Her soft, pale skin that felt just as good under his touch as he had last remembered. He didn't understand how much he had really missed it until he caressed her like he had. It was as though he had tasted Heaven all over again.
Even though they had such an enthusiastic start, Faye had quickly pulled away when she realized what they were doing. The scared look in her eyes almost went unnoticed, but he saw the look before it turned into anger. Why she acted like that, he didn't know, but whatever she was trying to do, it ended up slightly pissing him off. Maybe that was the whole idea; he sure as Hell didn't know. She had left soon after they got into another verbal battle. That damned woman was just impossible at times.
Even so, he still needed to talk to her, needed to think things over, or at least that's what he told himself. He was trying to be the reasonable adult here, the one who thought things through and wanted to compromise. He didn't feel like arguing with her. It was always so amazing how quickly she would just turn all his good plans to shit. He had to go after her again, but maybe his reasons for it weren't so clear. As angry as he could have been, she did look damn sexy with the water clinging to her, with only her towel wrapped around her body, barely covering her skin…
Fuck, he needed her, period.
He was fidgeting. He couldn't help it, but while he was sitting down and watching the TV with empty eyes, different parts of his body would just start moving. Not even the cigarette was safe from being constantly twitched in his hand or between his lips. It went from running a hand through his hair and chewing on the end of his cancer-stick to constantly reaching for his lighter, which wasn't there, and bouncing his leg up and down repeatedly. He kept forgetting that he gave his lighter to Faye. Why the Hell did he give it to her anyway?
Ed had been the only one that was ever in the room with the restless cowboy for the last few days, but even she couldn't stand the persistent movement for such a long time. She usually left after not saying anything for a good half hour. Jet already had given up on him days before, calling him crazy when he tried sitting down and watching TV with Spike. It was hard to do since every five minutes Spike would change the way he was sitting on the couch. Jet could remember the good ol' days when Spike could just stay in one damn position for a decent five hours. Could he do that anymore? No.
That damned feeling was the real reason that he was so unnerved. Over the last few weeks, it hadn't let up, and everyone on the ship was starting to see the affect it had on him even though they didn't know what was causing it. This was really starting to eat away at his brain. Maybe he really was going crazy, but he still found himself staring into all the shadows as if he were looking for something. Nothing was ever there, but he did it time and time again. He had really started slacking. All his detection skills were extremely rusty; they would eventually be his undoing if he weren't careful.
Spike didn't tell anyone about it. He didn't want anyone to suddenly think that he was losing his mind from being on the ship for so long because that wasn't the case. He started to leave the ship and go out for bounties more often. If anything was certain, it was the fact that he wasn't getting Cabin Fever at all. That didn't leave out the possibility that he was completely insane though. Everyone thought he might be; he even started to think it himself.
Still… The feeling never ended. That wasn't completely true. At times, it did stop, but even then he didn't feel a moment of peace. Wondering what it was drove away the calm feeling and left him just as perturbed as before. If he didn't feel like there were damn eyes on him all the time, then this really wouldn't be a fucking problem. But no, it was a fucking problem and now his normally acceptable mood was going straight to Hell more often than not.
He could even feel it now, like a soft hand slowly gliding down his skin. It seemed to caress him everywhere, but the touch was anything but soothing. It was maddening, like someone tickling him and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He reached for his lighter again, smacking his hand when it came back out of his pocket empty. This was stupid. He was still reaching for the Goddamn lighter when he knew nothing was there. Whenever he was looking for anything, it was never there; like that goddamn stalker person that was well… stalking him.
When he looked to where he thought the sensation might be coming from, he only saw darkness and shadows. There was nothing there, so why did he have to keep looking over his damned shoulder? This was starting to get much worse than just being irritated constantly. He would kill something soon if this didn't stop. No one should have to put up with this shit at one in the morning. Out of annoyance and frustration, he shut off the TV.
It was then in the complete silence of the room that he heard soft breathing and a lighter clinking open. Turning toward the sound without thinking, he briefly saw a pale face and jade eyes staring right at him. The end of a cigarette was lit between two red lips, unchanging. Her face looked passive, bored, and yet attentive. In his mind, it finally clicked. No wonder he barely saw her throughout the day. She was too busy spending her time staring at him from the shadows in stead of actually greeting him like normal people do. He had forgotten; they were all anything but normal people.
Not having a damn clue how long she had been there, he glared at her right before the flame swiftly died. She was the one that had been driving his nuts for days, and now that he just figured out that she was doing it in more ways than one made his body twitch. Who the Hell did she think she was to try to get under his skin like that? Maybe if this hadn't been happening for several weeks, he would have let it slide, but this had gone on for too damn long.
"What the Hell, Faye?" he snapped at her. She didn't make a sound nor did she bother trying to move, but he could still tell that her eyes were glued onto him. The feeling was still present and as intense as ever. That officially proved that she was the one causing his discomfort for so long. At that moment, even though he was obviously annoyed with her, he couldn't really describe how her gaze made him feel. What was once irritation melted into something completely different when he actually looked back at his stalker…
Something old and disgustingly common.
She didn't answer, but instead turned around to leave the room. He didn't know where she thought she was going because he was going to have a word with her about it one way or another. Bolting up, he stood in front of the couch. He probably should have turned the TV off, but that thought never came into his mind, just like a lot of other important messages that his subconscious was sending him as well. He made no movement and gave no sign that he was going to approach her. The new emotion that was slowly washing over him didn't let him trust himself around her. "Where are you going?"
The silence was only beginning to mock him. He loved the quiet, but it was the dead silence that always got to him. He couldn't see her, but he knew that she didn't look back at him. For some reason, that bothered him. Taking a step closer to her, it was easier to see the outline of her figure when his eyes adjusted to the darkness. She was wearing her wine and black outfit again, but without the jacket. To say that it hugged and fitted every one of her curves perfectly would be a complete understatement. Damn her for always wearing something revealing when he was trying to be serious with her.
"Why are you going?" he asked in a low voice. He found that he had, at some point, walked up behind her. Now he was only a few feet away from her, and he could see her back muscles move with every breath that she took in. He was so tempted just to run his hand down her shoulder, but he knew better than that. Doing that would only complicate the situation.
"Didn't I ask you that once?" she said after a long pause filled with deafening silence. She pulled the cigarette away from her mouth and let a cloud of smoke drift around her head. Turning her head to the side so that she could see him through the corner of her eye, she continued quietly, "I did. In fact, it was the same day that you ran off to get your ass killed without giving two shits about anyone else, or is my memory lacking?" Her eyes narrowed in the darkness, causing only thin strips of light to reflect off her jade orbs.
His face contorted in such a way that she almost had felt sorry for her tone and her words. Almost. It was true though; he had run off not giving a damn about anyone else that he was living with. Ending the dream was all that he cared about at the time. 'I'm not going there to die; I'm going there to see if I'm truly alive.' What the Hell was all that shit about, anyway? It took a long time for her to realize that she hadn't bought into any of his lies. Maybe he had issues that he needed to solve, but him dying wouldn't fix anything. Apparently, she was the only one between the two of them that figured that one out.
Her words had stung him. That much was obvious. "Faye," he began slowly. Now that she was in front of him, the many words that he planned on saying to her all flew out of his mind. He was left speechless with only one real thought embedded in his brain. The way that she was looking at him caused the reaction, so he was trying his hardest not to blame himself. It was partially his fault though. Nevertheless, he had to have her. It was one of the dumbest and most inappropriate times for him to do this, but it wasn't really like he had a choice in the matter. She just did that to him, regardless of what was going on when it happened. The only problem was that sometimes the energy from his lust for her would easily slip into anger. This was one of those times.
"Why the fuck were you stalking me, you crazy bitch?" he yelled at her without thinking. He hadn't meant for the last part to come out, but it was the primal instinct that he was riding on now. Very little he would say after this would be controlled by his mind. Something in his subconscious clicked while he watched her face. The challenge was back, and a small smirk appeared on his face before it slipped back into a frown. He didn't know whether to enjoy the fight that they hadn't had in years or be pissed off at her for pulling all of this in the first place.
Her eyes opened wide when he insulted her. Crazy bitch? That asshole. Where the Hell did he think that he actually had ground to say that? She wasn't the one that went off on a suicide mission for something that no longer existed. "What the fuck, Spike? Stalking you? Why the Hell would you think up some crazy shit like that?" Her voice was beginning to rise steadily. The heat and the tension were starting to affect her, too. It was too much like old times. They were beginning to learn that old habits really did die hard.
A low growl came from him as he stood up and narrowed his eyes at her. If he had stopped and taken time to think about what he was going to say, he would have stopped himself. Maybe if he knew what he was doing, he would have controlled his responses; however, he was riding on a high that he hadn't experienced for too long. The words spilled from his lips far too easily. "You've been fucking staring at me for God knows how long! I would call that some type of crazy stalker shit! What? You didn't think I knew?" The level of his voice matched hers as they glared at each other evilly from a distance. He saw the same thing that he was feeling mixing in her eyes. Anger, lust, and the thirst for a real challenge.
"I've been watching you to make sure if you're okay! Goddamn it! Is that too fucking much now? I can't even worry about you anymore?" She was basically screaming at him now, completely disregarding the fact that Jet and Ed were sleeping somewhere on the ship. Neither one gave a damn at the moment. This had been put off for too long. It was silently decided; this shit would be ended today.
His blood was boiling inside. Goddamned, he wanted to touch her so badly. He had missed this all too much. The urge to just bury himself in her like he used to was swiftly lighting his body on fire, but that didn't mean that he didn't want to slap her either. Crazy bitch did nothing but avoid him, and now she started stalking him. Everything she did was annoying him to no end. All he wanted were some fucking answers. Just a few Goddamn answers! That and to plain out fuck her, but that was too much to ask apparently.
"No, it's not fucking okay!" he shouted at her. He wanted to move closer to her, but his legs wouldn't allow it. He was stuck with just yelling at her from a couple feet away, but it was just close enough so that she could see his fists clench. "You have been pissing me off for the last fucking four months! I can't even have a damn discussion with you without you leaving or being a total bitch!" He was starting to enjoy and hate this just a little too much. Everything was starting to happen in extremes with him. In a couple seconds, he felt like he was going to jump her.
"Me being a bitch? You've been nothing but a whiney asshole, complaining and wanting so damn much from everyone! Chill the fuck out for once!" Faye was starting to see red. He always knew exactly what to say to get a reaction out of her. Luckily, she could do the same for him. She would be damned if she let him win this argument. All his physical wounds were healed, but if he pushed her too far, she would do everything in her power to emotionally destroy him.
"Wanting so much from everyone? I just want to fucking talk to you, Faye! You know, talk? That thing that you do to fucking communicate with other human beings? You obviously don't know what the Hell I'm referring to!" Now was when he finally got the ability to move his legs again. He closed the distance between them and towered over her, forcing her to look up at him. This never did anything to tilt the scales in his favor, but it gave him a sense of power. He could feel the heat coming from her body. He wanted to drink it like wine. He would have given anything at the moment…
"I'm so damn tired of your babyish shit, Spike!" Her shout was so loud that it silenced anything that was going to come from him. His eyes went blank, quietly waiting for her to say what she wanted to say. "I have done nothing but watch over you, care for you, and put up with you for the past three fucking years. I thought things were going to be different when you woke up, but I was fucking wrong! I should have left you back on Mars to die." As soon as she said that, she instantly regretted it. She knew better than to bring up his past, but she couldn't help it. She was so angry, and it was so tempting; she couldn't help herself.
He was quiet for a while, watching her face for a moment. He was shocked, but her words sparked him into a boiling rage. What the fuck did she know about that? She thought about leaving him there to die? He knew that she could be a bitch, but that was just crossing the line. Spike was starting to wish that she had done just that. His face darkened as he sneered, "Sorry shit didn't turn out well, Faye. Whatcha gonna do? Go to a bar, bawl your fucking eyes out, and get piss drunk all over again? See if I fucking care!"
She didn't know that he was going to pull that trump card on her. That was about the only thing that she was sure she wasn't ready to hear from him. Why did he always have to hit her where she was the weakest? Tears quickly gathered in her eyes, and she turned away before he saw them. His words were always so caustic and painful. She felt like dying. "I'm going to take a shower to try to get rid of every trace of you on my body. Since you take everything for granted on this damn ship, why don't you go and kill yourself so that you can be with that two-timing bitch you love so damn much? Both of you and Vicious can go fucking rot in Hell." She threw her cigarette at the floor, crushed it beneath her boot, and stormed off before he could say anything.
He watched her walk away, perfectly still in every way. He felt like he was just slapped in the face. How dare she? How fucking dare she bring Julia into this? She had called her a bitch; she didn't even know anything about Julia in the first place. Spike's fists clenched so tight that he thought he might draw blood. What the fuck was Faye's problem? Everything in his mind was provoking him to find her and beat the shit out of her. He never hit Faye, and he always told himself that he never would, but she tempted him so damn much that it was bringing him to the point of physical pain.
That vixen was a professional at tempting him in every damn way. He was filled with hatred for her, but he couldn't deny that he still wanted to throw her down and take her like he used to. They were both equally frustrating, and neither feeling wanted to let the other take over. The two emotions were swirling so close together that he didn't know which one was which. Lust and rage filled his veins even when he didn't want them to. He didn't know how long he stood there, but it took that much time for his mind to come up with one final decision.
Whether it was to slap her or fuck her senseless, he had to go after her.
With that resolve, he ran to the bathroom and pounded on the door. "Open the fucking door, Faye!" he shouted, knocking on the door again. His body seemed to be acting on his own. Everything suddenly seemed urgent, and he knew that if she didn't open the door soon, he was going to try to break it down. Without waiting for an answer, he tried opening the door, finding that it was unlocked.
As he stepped in, a wave of steam hit his face before it cleared up. When his eyes were no longer being blocked, he was left with the vision of a dripped wet Faye who was busy calmly wrapping a towel around herself. All thoughts shut down as soon as he saw her like that. He had even stopped breathing for a moment. For just that second, all previous thoughts that involved him hating Faye disappeared and the lust within him took over. A rush of heat that wasn't caused by the steam hit him. She looked so damn good like that.
It only took a second before she realized that he came into the room and he was staring at her. Her eyes opened wide before she wrapped her arms around herself in an attempt to cover up her already covered body. "What the bloody fuck, Spike!" she shrieked at him. She slapped him across the face without thinking. Needless to say, she was still pissed off about what he had said before, but seeing how he just rudely walked in on her infuriated her to no end. No one just barges in on her like that and expects to leave without at least getting hit.
He took the slap without a word or a movement. His eyes were still unwavering and looked at her. After a short period of time, she locked her angered yet steady gaze with his. Once again, the uncomfortable silence filled the room. Nothing was said or done for a long time, but there was soon one thing that was perfectly understood between the two. Seeing her standing in front of him half naked was quickly causing all his blood to be draining from his brain. She was captured by his eyes, and both of their previous anger was still present but heavily blunted.
Listlessly, she took a step forward and reached out for his face. Faye had no idea what she was doing, but her body seemed to be acting on its own. She wanted to feel him so badly. It was crazy. This whole day had been crazy. She needed him, and she could tell by the look in his eyes that he felt the same. They were fighting because it was the only thing they knew how to do. It was their way of speaking, but it was always so dangerous.
Right before her hand brushed against his smooth, tan cheek, he grabbed her wrist and spun her around, causing her back to slam on the wall that was originally behind him. Grabbing the top of the towel, he tore it off her body and threw it carelessly at the floor, not giving a damn where it landed. This was how he remembered her. With a look of uncertainty, yet it was a pleading look, one that silently begged for more. He was only too willing to comply. A rush of cold air hit her body right before he pressed up against her, pinning her effectively to the wall. His mouth bent down to devour hers in the same motion.
Teeth were lightly nipping at her lower lip before she wiggled her hand free of his grasp. For once, she didn't want to be pinned down. She needed to feel him, to feel this. Everything seemed so unreal. Touching him was the only thing she could do to prove the reality. Both her hands shot into his hair, harshly grabbing and pulling at it. She managed to get her lip free of his teeth, but she kissed him passionately only moments after. His skilled hands, which were so effective at killing, smoothly glided down her body. He snuck one hand behind her thigh, and pulled it toward him so that her leg was wrapped around his waist.
This all felt too good, too real to be true. Tasting her both quelled and fueled a fire within him that he didn't know still existed. Finally, he was getting what he wanted, but why was he so unsatisfied with what was given to him? He needed more, more than what she was offering to him right now. She had driven him to this point; she should have known that he craved her like water.
He pulled away from her mouth, quickly staring into her glazed eyes before starting to trail hot kisses down her burning neck. Her head was tilted back, still grasping onto his hair. He slowly started rocking against her, not missing how her breathing started to become labored. Faye could feel him pressed right against her. This was better than her memories. None of them did what he was doing to her justice; it felt so good, so perfect…
That was when she opened her eyes and realized what was going on. She could still feel his lips on her, but a wave of panic set in blocking out all other sensations. She roughly shoved him away from her and placed her hands behind her. Her chest was heaving. He stumbled back, managing to hit his elbow on the sink as she quickly bent down to pick up her lost towel. It only took a few seconds before she was covering herself with it.
They stared at each other with wide eyes, both pairs darkened by lust, but one was filled with fear while the other was filled with confusion. Neither one really knew what to say because almost anything would sound wrong, but Faye was the one to open her mouth first, whether it was a mistake or not. "What are you trying to do? Fucking rape me, you son of a bitch?" Faye hissed at him. His eyes narrowed at her. Why would she think up something like that?
"The fuck are you talking about? As far as I can remember, you were all hot and ready for it, too!" he growled at her. She didn't give an answer; she felt like she didn't need to give one. Inside her head, her mind was telling her to run, knowing fully well that if she stayed, she would only end up doing something with him that she might regret. For a moment, she paused to say something. Instead, she turned away from him and left the bathroom while yelling, 'Bastard,' over her shoulder at him.
Placing a hand on his head, he leaned his elbow on the sink. Letting out a long breath, he combed his fingers through his hair. His body was visibly shaking. What the Hell was that woman's problem? Things today just kept getting worse than he originally expected. What had happened between them wasn't like anything that he had originally planned. The fight that they had was just something that had been waiting to happen for a long time. He didn't expect it to occur then, but then again, he didn't expect to almost jump her in the bathroom either. All his planning was slowly going straight to Hell, and staring at that green eyed seductress did nothing to help the situation.
Several thoughts were still flying through his head, but most of them focused around one idea. Now that he had the memory of what she felt and tasted like, he only wanted more of it. Tiny images of memories and small portions of flashbacks entered his mind. All of them were centered around her. It felt like he was slowly starting to become obsessed with her, and he couldn't really blame himself for it. Just by looking at her, it was a reminder of how things had been. To think that their fights hadn't been nearly that bad for a very long time was a good feeling.
When he fought with her, it reminded him of how things were at the very beginning when she joined the BeBop. The days had been rough, and even at that time the fights never got as bad as this one did. Even so, there was still the tension and excitement in their voices when they argued with one another. He knew that she felt it as well. Maybe that was the reason that they fought so much in the first place. It was the rush of finding someone that was equal to you in some way, and since it was her that did this for him, it made it all the more enjoyable. He always had wondered what it was like to have her right after she became highly flustered and on the edge…
As the wheels in his head kept turning and going along with that train of thought, he finally decided that today was going to be the day that he found out. One way or another, he was going to have her, no matter how much coaxing he would have to do. The only shred of reason that he had to justify himself with this idea was that in the end, it would calm both of their nerves and probably flatten out all the rough spots that they had been creating between them. Sex always did that for them; it really was a great stress reliever.
Exiting the bathroom, he headed down to Faye's room and opened the door without even knocking. It was silly and stupid of her not to lock her room, but she wasn't used to people just walking in on her like he had that day. Twice. She was busy shifting through her clothes and hadn't even been able to get anything on herself yet. The sound of the door being forced open caused her head to snap up and look at the intruder. When she finally made out whom it was, her eyes narrowed into thin, jade slits.
She lowly whispered, "What the fuck are you doing in here, you fucking crazy ass bastard?" Even though her words were fierce, she saw the look in his eyes. It was the same look that always chased away her sensibility. A part of her dreaded that look, fully well knowing what it meant, but she didn't avert her gaze. What she didn't want was happening. She fell into his spell. Her hands dropped whatever item that she held in her hand back into the drawer and closed it shut. She turned around and crossed her arms over her chest, forgetting for a moment that she was completely nude. That one small fact only managed to make the whole situation worse for her.
Without looking away from her, he closed the door behind him and steadily walked up to where she was. God, it was taking almost everything he had in him not to just have her right then. Was she really trying to make him snap? Her arms unfolded from their previous position as she looked up at him. Faye was never one to keep the lights on in her room at night, so everything around her was barely visible, even Spike's face that was looming right above hers. Still, she would know that glint in his eyes anywhere.
"What do you want?" she asked in a huskier voice than she ever had intended. She cursed herself for making it sound more suggestive than it was supposed to be, but there was nothing she could do to change it. Faye didn't even know why she asked that question; she already knew what the answer was. She knew what he wanted the moment that he stepped into the bathroom. It was as plain as day written on his face. That was the reason why she had kissed him like she did. No reason denying what you wanted when it was being offered, but that was before she remembered the fine print that went along with that deal.
His eyes swept over her face and her form slowly after she asked him that question. What exactly did he want? He had an idea, but he didn't know if it was a good one. The words that she had said to Jet a few months ago were still fresh in his mind. If they were going to do this all over again, he wouldn't hurt her like that. No, he knew what he wanted, and he wouldn't let it end the same way that it did before.
He could feel her feathery breaths flutter against his face while he was looking down at her. She was just so damn beautiful with her hair down like that; he had no idea how many times he had told himself about that fact. She didn't deserve the treatment that he had given her last time. Even while he was filled with lust, he could control himself just for this. Things would be different, better. They had to be. She shouldn't expect anything less.
Slowly, he raised his hand and gently brushed it down her arm. This was the moment that he always gave her. It was the official time where two things became perfectly clear. He knew what he had in mind, and he was offering it to her. Now was the time where she could either accept or decline; this part of the deal was completely up to her.
The heat between them was almost unbearable. The silence was deafening. It was like the calm before the real storm. She chewed on her lower lip as she thought over her options, but it was really pointless. They both knew what was going to happen, and there was nothing to stop it. Well, if it was bound to happen, at least Faye promised herself that she would change the ending to this dramatic story.
Spike lifted the same hand again, and now the very tips of his fingers were softly moving down her lips, taking in every detail about them. Without warning, her tongue snuck out and wrapped itself around his index finger, drawing it into her mouth. Words were no longer needed. This was the sign he had been looking for. She accepted.
For nearly a full two minutes, they stood not touching each other with the exception of her mouth sucking on his finger seductively. His eyes watched her, every move that she made, every motion that her tongue carried out. He was lost in the vision of her, knowing the promises that she was silently offering him. They had all night; he would try to fulfill as many as possible. The feeling of her tongue around his finger caused all the heat in his body to rise, but he didn't want to end the moment. He could have been perfectly happy just watching her like this for the next hour.
She had no idea why she was so content sucking on his finger, but she didn't pull away for the sole reason that she didn't want to miss any reaction that floated in his eyes. Feeling the heat coming from him only fueled her desires. She wanted to touch him, or have him touch her. It didn't matter which way it went, but she needed it everywhere. With her running the tip of her tongue along the bottom of his finger, she opened her mouth and released the digit from her grasp. It was now or never.
Neither one of them moved for a moment, wanting to cherish the first fully comfortable silence that they had shared in a long time. As soon as the moment was over, he entangled his hand in her violet hair and crushed her lips against his. Only their mouths were touching, but soon they were fully pressed against one another with him slowly pushing her back toward her bed. He was going to drown in her taste and love every minute of it.
Her hands slid up the front of his shirt and around his neck before she felt the back of her knees hit the edge of her bed. With a low growl, he placed one hand on the small of her back and pushed her down. She dreamed about something like this for the first few months that he was in the coma, but experiencing it was something else. So much pent up desire could be felt; there was no way she was going to let any shred of doubt ruin this for her.
With one of his hands propping him up, he pulled away from her now bruised lips and let a small smile spread across his face. She looked exactly like he remembered with the exception of her longer hair, but it only added to how he felt about her. He knew that he was panting, but that couldn't be helped. His blood was racing in his veins, and both of her legs were now lightly wrapped around his waist. He would be damned if he didn't have her right then and there.
He kissed her savagely before pulling away just far enough so that their lips weren't touching. Pulling his hand free of her hair, he placed it on the small of her back before sliding and caressing her body until his hand was resting on her thigh. He pulled her tighter against him as he asked, "What do I want?" Faye nodded her head as she let out several small, hot breaths. She was basically panting as well; the look on her face only excited him further.
"I want to fuck you," he growled before kissing her passionately. It only lasted for a second before he pulled away again and gave her a sly grin. "Right now, I want to bury and lose myself in you until you can't help but scream my name because you won't be able to remember your own. That is what I want."