"Shit. Shit. Shit…stupid. Stupid" Spike cursed himself as he started to clean up after breakfast. After he was done he checked the time, it was quarter past ten and noticed that Faith was still in the bathroom. He noticed that the last time she had been in the bathroom for this long was when she had tried to kill herself. He shuttered at the memory at finding Faith in a bathtub full of ice-cold water, blood flowing freely from her wrists. 'Lucky she was still alive. Don't know what I would have done if she wasn't.' he thought. 'Best to go check on her'
"Faith?" He called out as he knocked on the bathroom door.
"Yeah. Yeah. I'm coming out now." Faith replied as she opened the door still drying her dark brown hair. "What? You look upset?" Faith said looking into his concern filled eyes.
"You were taking along time…I uh…I thought after last night that…you might…uh…" he trailed off, looking at the floor.
"You thought I might what?" Faith asked, her mood starting to get angry.
"You might…have tried to uh…" Spike looked up at her face to see that she knew what he was talking about, but she wanted him to say it. "Tried to kill yourself again." He said, slightly embarrassed. Faith stepped close enough to Spike that he felt her body heat radiating towards him.
"After last night? I've had the same dream for four years. Well not every night but most. Ok lover." The old Faith evident by the way she talked and by her body language, as she looked a lot more confident than she did at breakfast. "I've just spent four years in a prison, they only allow five minute lukewarm showers. I just wanted a long hot shower Ok." And with that she left for her own bedroom, inadvertently slamming the door behind her.
Faith cursed herself for slamming the door and for not getting more leather clothes in Stockton. She unwrapped the towel, that she was wearing and threw it on the bed and finished drying her hair with her other towel. She quickly put on Spike's bathrobe and left her room. Hearing that Spike was having a shower, she walked into his room and started going through his drawers to find something to wear.
"What are you doing?" Spike said.
Faith turned around startled and looked Spike up and down very slowly; water still clung to his tanned and toned chest, arms and legs, only a towel covering him.
"Um…I was just uh…looking for something to wear." Faith said, forcing her brown eyes to meet his chocolate coloured eyes. "I'm sorry but you were in the shower and didn't want to disturb you. Sorry." She went to leave his room. He grabbed her arm and led her to his closet, opened it and gave her a pair of black track pants and a singlet, before getting himself a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt.
"Thanks" Faith said leaving the room to get dressed. Spike smiled.
When he finished getting dressed he went out to find Faith again.
"So tell me what happened last night?" Spike asked curiously.
"Nothing for you to worry your gorgeous head about luv. Where are you going?" She asked as he went to put his shoes on.
"Work…don't worry. I'll be back in two hours." Spike eyed her up and down. His track pant were too big for her and were barely being held on by her hip bones, his singlet was folded up and tied at the back, he could see her tattoo on her arm and the jagged scar on her stomach. 'God she looks hot.' He thought as she leant on the counter in front of his coffee. He slowly walked to her and leant his left arm on the counter.
"What about this?" he said, lightly touching her scarred stomach with his right hand. She flinched at his touch, pushed him away and went to her room to get a hair tie and Liz's runners. 'Stupid' he thought. He wrote Faith a note and left for work.
Faith got out of her room, her hair tied and Liz's runners on. She noticed that Spike had left a note near the front door.
"'F. Gone to work be back at about two. I'll bring lunch. I'm sorry luv. S'" Faith smiled as she read the note. She grabbed the keys from the key rack and left for her run.
A.N.
Please REVIEW and thanks to spike-is-so-hot for the idea for the title