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"Don't move fucker. Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my room?" she growled, still rubbing sleep out of her eyes.

"Holy shit, Faye," Spike said, holding his hands over his head.

"Spike? What the hell?" She suddenly realized that she had almost killed him, and tears began to well up in her eyes. She fell against Spike's chest and started sobbing.

Spike was completely dumbfounded by Faye's sudden breakdown. And he was still having trouble coming to terms by what Faye had said in her sleep. He didn't know whether to be happy she had said it or what. He looked down at Faye crying on his shirt. He loved this woman. She might love him too. He put his arms around her and held her tightly to his chest.

She felt herself be pulled to him. Through the thin t-shirt she could feel the warmth of his firm chest and hear him breathing. Her tears were subsiding, and once she got a hold of herself she could also hear his heartbeat. "I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't come back from the syndicate. I went out and got so damn drunk, but I still couldn't stop thinking of you. When you came back all beat up, I was so glad that you were even alive. But I never figured it would be different like this. I never would have thought you'd ever love me," Faye mumbled to him.

Spike didn't know what to say. She was pouring her heart out to him. He couldn't think of anything. Leaning against the wall, he pulled her onto his lap with her head resting on his shoulder. She looked up into his eyes. In the flickering light of the television, she couldn't tell that they were two different colors. But did one still see the past? Now that Vicious was dead, could he go on with his life?

He stared into her face and saw that searching look again. He looked away at the opposite wall. "Faye, that night when I left for the syndicate, I told you that one eye sees the past. But I never told you what the other eye sees." He pulled her away from him and looked into her eyes. "I wanted to say...that it sees you."

She felt a tear slide down her cheek. "I love you, Spike," she said looking down at her hands. He reached to her and brought her face to his. He kissed her gently. They lay down on the bed, her arms around his neck and his around her waist. He rubbed slow, comforting circles on her back as her breath slowed to a normal pace. He could feel her heart, however, beating at such a fast pace he was almost worried that it would beat right out of her chest. He slid his hand up over her shoulder and hugged her tightly to him. Spike inhaled the scent of her hair, a clean, fruity smell. It wasn't something he wouldn't like to smell more often.

As Faye felt herself be pulled into Spike's embrace, she pressed her face against his chest again. He was so warm, and she hoped she would never have to be away from his strong, protective arms. She breathed in and smiled as she realized he smelled like clean. Like soap, or clothes fresh from a dryer. It wasn't a smell she wouldn't like to be around as much as possible.

A sound suddenly disturbed their revelries. It was a low, rumbling sound, emitting from Spike's stomach. "Oh shit," was all he could say, as his face burned red. He felt Faye tremble in his arms, and he realized she was shaking with laughter.

"Way to ruin the moment, lunkhead," she managed between giggles.

"Faye, I..."

"Oh shut up, Spike. Your stupid voice will make it even worse."

"Fine, then I won't tell you how much I love you," Spike retorted, pulling a childish pout.

Faye continued to giggle. "Well, I suppose that would be alright." She closed her eyes and pulled into a kiss with the man she loved.