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Been Dazed and Confused for so long its not true
Wanted a woman never bargained for you
Lots of people talking few of them know
Soul of a woman was created Below.

--Dazed and Confused, Led Zeppelin

Spike watched her move. He hadn't meant to fall in love with her. It was just that she looked so much like an angel.

He took another drag of his cigarette as he stood looking down at her body, tangled in the sheets. Warm skin, lush red lips. She spoke to him in her sleep.

"I forgive you,"

"I love you"

Then the light hit her full on and she rolled over, eyes squinching a little tighter. He reached over and pulled the blind on the apartment's bedroom window. His fingers touched her calf, sticking out from under her sheet toga. In his memories it was the fantastic sex that brought him here. It was the promise of intimacy. It was the promise of pain.

Spike backed up, looked at his angel again.

He shook his head as he leaned against his bedroom wall looking at the wench laying naked on his bed and the various tequila bottles that lay around.

Faye stood, naked body glowing slightly in the barely light. She pressed against his body, lips hot on his neck. "Come on baby," she whispered pulling him back towards the bed. "Loose yourself again."

Spike was flat on his back as Faye's fingers played him. A groan escaped his lips and she rose. As she sat astride him, he guided her hips and fitted into her with a moan. Faye tossed her head back and bit into her lip. Taste of blood making the sex just that much sweeter. She rocked back slowing, and Spike growled and flipped them both. Sport fuck.

He listened to her scream with half an ear as he slid into her again and again.

Just fuck away all your problems.

Her golden hair fell across his chest as she lay there, fingers tracing patterns on his stomach. Spike watched her with a small smile. "I love you." he whispered and she looked up at him and smiled. "I'll love you forever."

Faye gasped, body arching, muscles tightening, as she shuddered to a climax under him. "Spike!" she gasped, tumbling back onto the mattress and starting up at him, green eyes staring up at him lust smoldering there even still.

He rolled off her and sat up. Memories rushing back again. "One more go?" Faye said softly, pressing against his back, fingers dancing down his skin, "You fucked your problems away yet?" she whispered. "Are you done with this sport fuck? Are you finished using me?"

"Julia" he whispered her name, touching her sweet skin, kissing her lips. Her name a prayer and benediction. She would save his soul. She smiled up at him as he moved slow inside her. Making love to the only angel he'd ever cared about. He caught her lips with his, and she moaned as he pushed deeper inside her. Blonde hair spilled onto the pillows as she cried his name and healed him.

"Get away from me." he whispered and Faye smirked.

"So you didn't manage to forget her." she said softly. "Fun though." the bed squeaked in protest as she rose out of it. He watched her move dispassionately wondering what the fuck he'd been thinking. "Use 'em and loose 'em eh Spike? Looks good on you. Not good enough to get rid of the alcoholism, but close enough."

"Shut up Faye."

"Oooh. I'm trembling in my underwear. Or would be if I could find them. Stop being such a girl about all this. Meaningless sex is great. You needed a shag. So did I. Too bad you didn't forget your little girlfriend."

Spike stood and started to slap her. Faye just stood there waiting for the blow to fall. "Get out." the man hissed and Faye side.

"You've gone completely sack of hammers. You know that right?"

He watched her fall all over again. Running to her. Reaching for her. And she smiles that sweet smile, blue eyes filled with pain and emptiness. "It's all a dream."

Faye slid out of the room, shoes and her red wrap in her arms. Spike had screamed obscenities as he started to sort through the bottles on the floor, looking for one that wasn't all the way empty. Not finding any he threw himself onto the bed, cold and naked and soul aching. All he could htin about was Her. Not what would have been great sex if he'd been paying attention. Not anything. Just all that golden hair, those big blue eyes, the way she gasped and moaned when they made love.

Spike punched the pillow into a different shape and tried to shut down his brain.

The purple headedvixenstood outside his door, listening to him talk quietly to himself. She shook her head and walked down the hall.

Jet stood in the living room, "He's completely round the twist. You know?" she said softly, leaning against the door, ignoring the way her body was screaming under its blue jeans and white t-shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her underwear were still floating around in Spike's room somewhere.

"You're not helping any." the older man said softly and listened to the click of her snapping a lighter to life.

Her slim fingers offered him up a cancerstick and he took it without question. "I'm doing my part."

"Fucking him isn' going to help." Jet said, twisting a light bulb in with a single twist.

Faye just smiled wickedly, "Yeah, well, everybody knows that the soul of a woman was created below." and smoked curled around her eyes, gleaming wicked in the new light, lush red lips curled in a devil's smile, and Jet believed her.