A/N: Hey, guys! This chapter has some graphic limey content, so you've been forewarned! PLEASE R&R, and of course...enjoy! ,
CH 7
Sick and Tired of this world, there's no more air, trippin' over myself, goin' nowhere, waiting, suffocating, no direction, and I took a dive...
-Ryan Cabrera: "On the Way Down"
Faye felt her knees begin to wobble due to the tremendous pressure wrought down upon her now enervated being, her breathing coming in quick, short gasps as she pushed with all her might against the opposing force, but to no avail.
She was trapped.
All alone.
In a cellar.
Faye had realized that the prospect of chasing down a young hooligan that had swiped her purse was terribly dangerous (not to mention foolish) from the very beginning, yet she was not the type of woman to just let anyone run off with all of her hard-earned woolongs.
So this is why, needless to say, with a heavy heart and a nice little shiner as a token for her stopping by, Faye was stuck under one-hundred pounds of empty dresser.
Joy.
Not that she wasn't a strong woman, or anything, but she currently had a rather serious impediment weighing her down. On his way out, the young man had stabbed her in the stomach.
Double joy.
Faye had always had the sickening feeling that she would die young, anyway, but not this young; not here, not now.
She had way too much to live for....way too much that she had yet to experience.
Although it was highly doubtful that anyone would even mourn the death of a meretricious dancer, to begin with, Faye still felt that she had been placed in the universe for a reason, and whatever that reason was, she was fully determined to see it through to the most likely bitter and very unfruitful end.
Squeezing her eyes tightly shut amidst the searing pain, it was then that Faye realized how much she had actually been bleeding.
Lifting her glistening palm up in front of her pain-contorted face, she then scrunched up her features so that she could see the damage within the dimly lit room, instantly cursing upon witnessing the thick coating of scarlet oozing down along her quivering appendages.
Shit.
Allowing her head to flop back dispiritedly against the cement floor, Faye then decided to just accept death and get it over with.
After all, it had to come sooner or later, so why prolong the inevitable when you can just go ahead and get it out of the way, now?
Clop.
Faye held her breath.
Clop. Clop.
What was that aggravating noise?
Clop. Clop. Clop. Clop. Clop.
It was then, at that very moment that Faye found herself gazing up disdainfully into a pair of highly amused garnet orbs, the owner's ridiculously over-sized feet now the apparent source of the mysterious 'clopping'.
Letting out an appreciative whistle, Spike then dropped down upon his haunches and surveyed the damage, shaking his head before finally commenting in a sickeningly halcyon tone, "Jesus, Faye...you sure did a number on yourself, this time. What were you trying to do, rob the guy of his clothes?"
"Oh, ha, ha," Faye returned sarcastically, immediately beginning to wriggle about with the desperate hope of freeing herself from her seemingly insurmountable oppression. Seeing that he was making no sudden move to help her, she ordered hotly, "Quit standing there like an anorexic twit and get me out of here, Spike! I'm bleeding badly!"
He paled. "You are?"
"Yes, you dumb ass! Isn't it obvious that I'm in pain?!," Faye wailed, suddenly wishing that she had a gun to shoot her dimwitted comrade with. "Oh, come on, Spike! Will you please quit staring at me like some simpering fool and get this goddamned dresser OFF of me?!!"
Letting out a heavy "if I have to" sigh, Spike grudgingly dropped down to his knees and wedged himself in-between the dresser and the floor, Faye letting out a relieved gasp of air once he finally lifted it up and to its rightful position with the type of finesse that only he could conjure.
"There...done," Spike announced, moving over to his comrade to inspect her wound before she could stop him. "Holy shit, Faye....you really are a mess!"
"Don't touch me," she warned, her eyes narrowing dangerously into two tiny jade slits the moment that her comrade's nimble fingers gingerly slipped down over her abdomen in order to test the fairly deep gash for infection.
Faye bit her tongue in order to prevent an impassioned moan from escaping her full, pouty lips due to his ridiculously enticing touch, her mind immediately whirling with a maelstrom of naughty, prurient thoughts as she then realized that she had been without a man too long. Way too long; especially since she was actually considering the traumatizing prospect of giving in to her lust with Spike, of all people.
After a few more terrifying moments of debating this, however, Faye immediately pushed his hand away in utter contempt, warning in a malicious tone barely above a whisper, "If you touch me one more time, Spike Spiegel, I will see to it that all of your fingers get removed so that you won't be able to jack-off, anymore!"
He smirked. "Why? It's a natural thing, after all....it's not like I jerk-off over you, or anything."
"Well I should hope not!," Faye seethed, no longer able to prevent the rosy blush from rapidly forming along her cheeks as she found herself gradually drawing away from him. "If you did, I'd personally tell Mao to chop of 'Mr. Happy' so that you could never perform such lewd, indecent acts, again!"
Spike shook his head in slight agitation, then took her by the arm, urging in a much gentler tone than usual, "Come on....let's get you back to headquarters so that we can get you all patched up. You're no use to us if you're incapacitated, you know."
Faye suddenly found no feasible excuse to resist his orders, her desire for a brief coupling now slightly (and thankfully) diminished as she allowed him to lift her up into the comfort of his arms and carry her out of the musty apartment and back into the outside world.
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"It's a very good thing that Spike found you when you did....if he hadn't, I betcha a million woolongs that you'd be dead, right now."
Faye winced as Evelyn continued to stitch her knife wound shut with a fish hook needle and black thread, her soft jade eyes wandering curiously over her fiery-haired comrade's determined countenance as she found herself wondering how on earth this woman had ever become a Red Dragon, to begin with.
Sure, she was strong, yet Evelyn somehow seemed different from the others; almost as if she actually still had a soul within her hollow shell of a body.
"OUCH!"
"Oh, shit, I'm sorry!," Evelyn apologized, frantically applying pressure to the area of the wound that she had accidentally ripped back open. "Jeez, I must've been daydreaming about Vicious again, is all. We are getting married, you know."
Faye smiled warmly. "So I've heard....everyone's talking about it. They say that they can't believe that anyone could ever fall in love with Vicious since his manner is as bitter as poison and twice as deadly."
"Hmph, well they can all go to hell! They don't know Vicious like I do!," Evelyn defended irritably, tying the knot to Faye's stitches a little harder than originally anticipated. "You believe that I'm doing the right thing, don't you? You do think that we're a suitable match, right?"
Faye slowly sat up on the cot that she was lying upon, then nodded, agreeing laconically, "The heart wants what it wants. It's far too late to make amends."
Evelyn let out a bitter laugh. "In this life, everything's to late to fix. Once you're in, there's no way out....Mao sees to that. If you keep staying here, you'll feel dead inside, too, and I don't want that to happen to you, Faye. I'm warning you now...get out while you still have the chance."
"Not without you and the others," Faye insisted forcefully, her tenacious facade completely unwavering.
Evelyn noticed this and sighed deeply. "I shouldn't have said anything....planning an escape with more than one person is suicide! Please just forget about what I said, Faye....please!"
"Consider it forgotten, then," Faye ordered, stubbornly folding her arms before crossing her long, slender legs with a touch of finality. "You know where I stand, so no amount of cajoling will get me to feel otherwise."
Evelyn bowed her head, then nodded grimly. She knew then that she had made a gravely terrible mistake.
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"What are you doing in my room?"
The tone was gruff and terribly thunderous, Faye's slender figure now tremulating like a leaf caught in an updraft as she clutched the stolen pack of cigarettes to her breast and heaved a shaky sigh.
"Spike," she finally managed to choke out, "you're back, early."
"What are you doing in my room?," he reiterated coolly, completely ignoring her petty remark, altogether as he shut the door behind him with a loud, and final click.
"I...," Faye faltered.
She immediately came to realize that she no longer had anywhere to go and began to panic, her resolve rapidly crumbling beneath her and sending her body straight back into a sense of sheer trepidation.
Fumbling with the pack of cancer sticks within her taught grasp, she miraculously managed to recover smoothly, "I needed some smokes....figured you wouldn't mind, but I guess I was wrong."
"Damn straight, you were wrong! That's my own personal property!," Spike growled, a menacing scowl now upon his thin lips as he ripped his cheap blue suit jacket off of his lanky form and tossed it over upon the small yellow arm chair by the door within a moment of sheer outrage. Noticing her cowering before him, he added irascibly, "I may have been pretty nice to you lately, Faye, but that does not mean that I gave you the right to come waltzing into my apartment any time that you please! I felt sorry for you, ok?! Nothing more!!!"
Faye opened her mouth to speak, then immediately closed it, her heart leaping up within the recesses of her throat as she then realized, to her utmost horror, that Spike was absolutely beautiful when he was angry.
And not just beautiful, either; he was gorgeous.
She wanted to laugh and cry at the same time for having such a terribly ridiculous idea, yet she could do neither.
Spike's heaving chest and powerful, glittering eyes were enough to send her tearing off his clothes in an instant, yet she could never find it in herself to destroy her pride.
Ever.
"Faye?"
She looked up.
"Why are you still here? I thought I told you to leave!"
She stiffened, then clenched and unclenched her fists by her sides, surprising even herself as she ground out coolly, "Make me."
Spike was absolutely miffed. "What the hell did you just say?!"
"I said no," Faye returned crisply, her courage rapidly ascending as she held her head high and smirked. "If you have a problem with my stealing your cigarettes, Spike, I highly suggest that you make me leave by force, cuz it's the only way that I'll get out!"
"Don't suggest things that you'll soon regret," Spike warned, backing the vixen up into a corner before she could even collect her wits.
Immediately looking away from his soulful eyes, Faye found that she was no longer the brave bad-ass that she had started off as. Instead, she was now a cowardly yelp shaking in her gaudy white boots, forever trapped and stripped of her rapidly fleeting dignity.
"Get away from me," she growled, only to let out a cry once Spike seized her by the wrist and wrenched her to his chest in one fluid motion. "OW! What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
He smirked. "Why, making you leave, of course. If you come quietly, I might even let you go without much pain involved."
"Hmph...it doesn't surprise me that you're being such a prick, Spike. You never were too good with wooing the ladies by means of flattery," Faye seethed in response, immediately stifling a cry of sheer outrage as she felt her comrade tighten his grip about her wrist to a terrifyingly torturous degree.
"Don't make me hurt you, Faye," Spike warned, the gruff tone of his voice sending shivers of sensuality squiggling down her spine in a single burst of untamed heat. "You know that I can and will."
She smirked, then shook her head confidently. "You could never! If you harmed me in any way, the Van would have you punished....especially Mao."
"I don't care about them! I just..."
Spike froze.
The vixen's torturously silken hand was currently sliding down along his well-toned chest and abs, only pausing briefly before making the daring plunge within the recesses of his pants.
"Faye," he half-moaned, half-ground out, "what are you doing?"
She gave him a blunt squeeze in response, both shuddering due to the sudden inexplicably raw contact. It was far too early and too soon for such actions, and they both knew it.
With each purposeful stroke from Faye's silken fingers, a new pang of nausea overtook Spike's insides with a fiery sickness unlike any that he had ever experienced before.
The moment when Faye began to use her free hand to unbutton his shirt, bile rose within the back of his throat like a corrosive poison, his heart constricting painfully once he realized that he was betraying Julia by allowing the vixen to touch him so intimately.
And yet....why could he not push her away?
In all honesty, Faye was merely doing this with the sole hope of escaping and, being the incredibly naive girl that she was, she had completely forgotten that Spike was unlike any other man that she had ever met; these tricks would not work on him so easily.
Even though Faye was a seductress by heart, she was by no means immune to the nauseous pangs of her own.
She hated Spike with every living fiber of her being, so it most certainly did not help the fact that she was within a hair's breadth of having a one-night-stand with the guy.
Fighting back a disgusted gag, Faye then wrapped her pouty lips about Spike's nipple and began to nip and tease the slightly aggravated flesh, a heated sigh escaping her counterpart's lips before he leaned his forehead against the coolness of the wall and moaned deeply.
The raw, gravelly tone of Spike's vocalized lust surprised both Faye and himself just as equally, the vixen closing her eyes once she felt her comrade begin to pump through the loose grasp that her fingers provided with a new type of purpose.
He needed release. He needed to be taken to the edge of his fears and escape them all with one single drive of stamina, even if that meant using Faye as the outlet to all of his inner frustrations in the process.
"Oh, God," Spike ground out, immediately seizing Faye by the hips once he felt the indelible pressure within his loins, his desire exploding all across her stomach and breasts in a single arc of liquid fire before he leaned heavily into her chest and moaned deeply. "Faye...oh..."
Upon hearing her name being shouted with such a lustful carnality, Faye couldn't help but blush, a barely audible squeak escaping her lips once she felt Spike's strong fingers begin to gently massage the wetness that was rapidly divulging between her legs.
Shit.
She was the one in charge, here! Why was he trying to deny her of the upper-hand?!
Oh...right. Because he could.
Squirming amidst Spike's touch like the pitiful siren that she was, Faye couldn't help but moan once his amazing fingers slipped past the flimsy barrier of her hot pants and rubbed against her sensitive nub, her hips instinctively bucking against his own once he pushed deep within her and smugly forced her to ride the girth of his knuckles.
"Mmph...Spike!," she screamed, truly seeing stars as his digits continued to skillfully pump in and out of her moist womanhood with the type of expertise that only he could provide.
"Wider," he commanded, his tone gruff and tainted by lust, "if you don't, I'll just go ahead and leave."
Faye weakly complied, her strength now surprisingly gone along with her gelatin-like knees as Spike continued to pound into her with all that he had.
And his lips....oh, how she wanted to kiss them.
Every now and then they would brush over the crook of her neck or the swell of her ample breasts, yet they would never touch her where she truly wanted to be touched.
To Faye, sharing a kiss meant love, and love was most certainly something that her heart very much desired.
Lolling her head back against the wall, Faye then let out a pleasured gasp once she felt her release coming on at full force, her slick canal immediately contracting about Spike's digits at a maddening speed and coating them with her sweet love nectar before she limply fell forward into his arms and moaned.
Gingerly removing his fingers from her swollen womanhood, Spike then withdrew a desperately-needed cigarette from his breast pocket and brought it up to his lips, his two-toned irises only scrutinizing his counterpart for a brief second before offering her one, as well.
"'Bout time," Faye commented, smirking once she realized the irony of the situation as she finally retrieved the prize that she had been searching for all along. "Got a light?"
Spike lazily lit his own cancer stick, then offered her his Zippo in response, his eyes closing in utter rapture before he leaned back against the wall and exhaled deeply. "This never happened, Faye. Got it?"
Faye was clearly taken aback, yet she removed her cigarette from her rosy lips and nodded. "Yeah, sure....whatever. Just consider it a dream, or something."
"Nightmare," Spike corrected, shaking his head before moving over to his bed and unceremoniously flopping down upon it. "You can leave now, you know. You finally got your damned cigarettes."
"Yeah," Faye agreed, her heart bleeding while she upheld her cheerful facade on the outside and smiled a tired, bitter smile. "I'll, um...see you later, then."
Spike shrugged. "Yeah, whatever."
Trying her damndest to bandage up her wounded pride, Faye then placed her cigarette back between her lips and held her head up high, the sonorous clip-clopping of her boots reflecting the hollowness within her heart as she opened up the door and shakily made her return back into the safety of the outside world.
A/N: Heeey! So, uh...was that any good? ::laughs nervously:: Things will start to get interesting from here on out, so PLEASE review!!! PLEASE??? I only got 4 reviews, last time! ::sniffles:: But I loved them! lol
Kendra Luehr