A Different Kind of Fight
by Kimra
Part 1
She lunged at him, ready to kill - or at least to rip his eyes out with her nails. He was quick, though that was hardly unexpected, as he countered her attack clasping her wrists in his grip. Her momentum did the battle wonders and the chair he had been sitting on toppled with them both on it. He released her out of surprise and she went in for a second round only to be stopped by those quick hands once more.
"Shit Faye!" He hissed as she forced against him trying to fight his bunched muscles. "Shit." He managed again as she gained some ground against him. A moment later he had some of his cool back and was winning the battle of strength. She resorted to kicking his shin, unable to bring herself to knee him in the balls no matter how appealing it was, she just didn't have that much of a death wish.
Her attack weakened him and the struggled continued, each trying to dominate the other. She wanted to destroy him, he just wanted her to calm the fuck down, but she didn't let that bother her.
They had been arguing, not much new out of that, but he had crossed a line, and she wasn't even sure what that line had been since rolling around with Spike had taken her thoughts away from anger to an awareness that often controlled her around him. She refused, even if she couldn't remember why she was angry, to calm down. The bastard would only laugh at her and walk off. Okay so he had won the battle of words, that was no surprise, but this battle she refused to lose.
He made an unexpected move in the midst of the struggling and tipped her off him. She was ready to attack again but it became apparent that he was sick of it because instead of taking a breath or any of those other numerous pauses he could have made her rolled onto her and pinned her to the ground his face menacingly close to hers.
"Calm yet?" He asked rather teasingly, knowing he had the upper hand and it would piss her off. She retorted by fighting his restraining hands and aiming her claw like nails at his eyes. She wanted to see how he would cope without any eyes, see what his melodramatic speeches would get him then. He grinned at her attempt as aware as she was that the attack was fruitless, she was trapped and even her legs where restrained, he was taking no chances.
Surrender was never fun but she knew when to call a bit of a retreat before starting a new attack so she relaxed her muscles and pulled back from the attack. "Get the fuck off!" She growled at him but he wasn't moving, as if he knew (as he should she supposed) that the moment he moved she would make a new lunge, start a new attack.
"But Faye my dear I'm comfortable." He replied calmly.
"Comfortably my ass." She replied tartly.
He raised a brow at her. "You doubt me?"
"Lets just say I don't think your going to fall asleep where you are." She grinned wickedly at him. He would have to move and then she could once more attack, there was no way he would hold the position for long, after all he was lazy.
He pursed his lips at her thoughtfully and flicked those eyes around a bit. She guessed he was looking for a better escape, maybe something to restrain her with.
"You really leave me no choice." He told her bluntly and the next moment she found herself disturbingly aware that his lips had found her own in a hard kiss. It was a distraction technique, she used it all the time on men, but damn him if he thought he was going to kiss her and make an escape. The second he released her and went to jump away she used her minor freedom latched onto him, rolling him beneath her body and refusing to release his lips from her own. Time passed in lingering minutes and the kiss didn't progress nor the situation. So slowly she drew back from him with her own raised brow of mockery.
"Did you really think that would work?" She asked amusement very clearly printed on her features.
"I was hoping." He replied stonily then tried to shift her off him. She balanced herself easily, keeping herself straddled over his hips, arms against his chest.
"Wow there Cowboy. All this wiggling around is going to give me ideas." She teased.
He looked disgusted and to punish that expression she took control of his lips, enjoying the friction of a kiss that otherwise would never occur between them. Honestly she loved their fights, they gave so many more chances for physical contact then she would otherwise be able to have.
He tried to pull away, she felt it and unperturbed increased the pressure of the kiss. Obviously aware that escape was not an option in this circumstance he took the kiss further, sliding his tongue along her lips. She gasped at the sensation letting him take control over the kiss and follow the pace he was setting. She rather enjoyed it. She defiantly enjoyed the feeling of his long fingers questing down the sides of her ribcage to her hips where they settled for a moment, but she didn't enjoy when he used his hand hold on her to push her away from him and off his body.
She hit the floor with a loud thump and was glad neither Jet nor Edward where on board because that would have been enough to get their attention and she was feeling decidedly antisocial at the moment, unless it was socialising with the man beside her, of course.
A few minutes passed, her lying there, watching the roof before she realised that Spike had not moved from his place laying on the ground beside her. She wondered if he was asleep and glanced his way to find he was wide awake, eyes fixed on the roof in a blind stare as his breaths came out in heavy pants. She checked and realised she was doing the same thing then let out a chuckle of amusement.
"So how 'bout it Cowboy," she asked in a sultry voice, "want a ride?" She wasn't really expecting him to take her up on the offer even if he seemed a little more on the excited side of interested then usual, but she couldn't help being curious.
"Sure, why not." He replied casually, and the next thing she knew he was above her again and his mouth was over hers in a hard punishing kiss. She knew he was playing, just teasing her like he always did. He would work her up with just kiss's and then get up and leave with a smirk on his face. He'd never done it before, but she was sure he could do it too easily. This game she didn't like very much, so she turned the tables as slowly as she dared.
An all out attack would have been noticed, as it was she was careful in her assault, her fingers sliding in around his neck to hold him still while she tilted her lips against his for a better angle. Her tongue began to tangle with his, quick easy and skilful movements that where nearly driving her to distraction, but she kept her eyes open just as his where and they both knew it wasn't going any further then their game because that's all it was to the other.
Still slowly she slid one hand from it's hold on his neck and began moving it down his chest, careful to avoid the sensitive area's so he didn't pay so much attention to her movements.
She let out an unexpected gasp when he bit down lightly into her lower lip tugging it into his mouth, and she felt his smirk of triumph. A bit annoyed she thumped him lightly on the shoulder with the hand still in that area, her left hand still questing down across his ribs and waist. She'd be damned if she stopped his ministrations in a hurry but she wouldn't lose this fight either.
It was really a battle of her wants against her logic. She wanted him to have his way with her, she wasn't dumb enough to doubt that, but she also knew he would stop and laugh at her if she gave in to the sensations assaulting her for even a second. The only way to win was to have him draw away or surrender first, she knew the second wouldn't happen so it was up to her to scare the shit out him by being far more daring then he would ever expect.
Her hand reached the waist of his draw string pants, and she realised he must have been working out earlier but paid that little attention. She focused on the kissing, keeping him as distracted as possible, catching his tongue softly between her teeth, scraping it as he drew it back to his mouth.
"Hmm..." She couldn't help releasing when his lips started to explore her face with quick soft kiss's and the light scraping of teeth as he searched out her delicate skin. She felt him chuckle, the sound hardly audible but the rumble of his chest above her was obvious enough. She didn't hit him, couldn't bring herself to focus enough to do that.
"Faye." He whispered when his lips where near her ear, his tongue making a path around it's edge before his took a nibble of her ear lobe around her earring. "Your losing." He murmured a louder chuckle escaping his teasing lips.
She gasped in a tight breath, reminding herself of the task at hand, trying not to let any of her many dreams take over her mind in blissful ignorance. And she retaliated against his gentle move with something quite unexpected. In a smooth attack she jerked upwards against him, her right leg wrapping around his hip and levering her pelvis up closer to his but without contact: her teeth latched onto the edge of his exposed shoulder and she bit down hard as her left hand snuck in between them and under the band of his practice pants.
It was his turn to gasp in shock and he tried to jerk away, but she was twined around him tightly and there was no immediate escape.
She was careful as she ran her hand up and down over the front of his boxers feeling the twitching of his hardening member and a thrill went through her because she could feel his reaction to her.
"Faye." He warned in a tight voice and she deemed then to release his shoulder from her mouth gently soothing over the bite mark she had left with her tongue before laying her head back on the floor to stare up at him.
"Hmm?" She enquired her hand still questing below his pants which she noticed he had done nothing to stop yet. "Something wrong Cowboy?" She paused to squeeze through the silken fabric of his boxers and felt him jerk again.
"Stop it." He warned, but he still wasn't moving and she noticed with surprise that the arm's on either side of her shoulders where trembling with the effort of keeping his body up.
"But you seem to be having fun." She replied teasingly one of her fingers slipping in past his boxers to find warm, hard flesh.
He grunted dropped his weight to one of his elbows and used his now free hand to catch her exploring hand preventing any more moves of the sort.
She forced herself not to pout and instead faced off his wrath with an easy smile of satisfaction, she was pretty sure she had just won.
His eyes where dark as they glared down at her, his grip on her wrist punishing. "God's you're a whore." He muttered, and that was enough to stop any of her playfulness. She had been joyous in her victory, and now she saw that just like always he had to win, she never had a chance.
With vicious intent she yanked her hand free of the confines of his pants and wrist and pushed him off her sharply. She was standing before she even began to speak. "Go fuck yourself Spike, I certainly never fucken will." She was in her room before she was even aware there where tears in her eyes.
Desperately she clung to herself and let the tears escape what little control she had thought she had. Let them slide down her checks as she hated herself for having enjoyed every second of what had just happened.
Best of luck with everything and for those who where concerned I'm feeling much better now. Thanks all.
Kimra
EXTRA Note: For some reason there is a spare chapter apearing in the count, however it doesn't exist, it's a ghost chapter and I don't know where it came from or how to get rid of it.
