A/N: 2 down, 1 more to go!
Faye and Spike lay naked in their new massive bedroom after hours of making passionate love on their off white carpet. They lay beside each other, drenched in sweat and slowly panting, finally breathing normally again.
"I've never had sex on the floor." Faye said, propping her elbow up next to Spike and resting her head in her hand.
"I have. I lost my virginity on a floor." Spike said, smiling and lighting a well-needed cigarette. His hooded eyes remaining on the ceiling.
Faye gave her lover a half smile. "Really?"
"Yeah." He said, matter-of-factly while blowing smoke from his mouth.
"You're a naughty boy." Faye responded, rolling over his body, pulling the cigarette from his mouth and placing it between her lips, taking a long drag.
Spike chuckled. "You didn't know?" He slowly and teasingly took the cigarette from her mouth and returned it back to his.
Faye rolled her eyes, then stood, walking around the bed to retrieve her clothes. Spike stood, and walked towards his beautiful lover, grabbing her waist from behind. "You're so sexy." He seductively whispered in her ear, dragging his fingertips along her smooth, milky thighs.
Faye bit her lip, slowly turning to face her attractive cohort. "No you don't, Mr. Spiegel. Three times is enough for today." She, then, turned around, putting her underwear and bra on.
Spike sighed, flopping onto the bed. "Okaaaay." He took another drag from his cigarette, then opened his mouth to blow out the smoke. "That was good." He said, referring this he and Faye's earlier escapades. "Better than Julia's apple pies."
Faye immediately turned around to the sound of Julia's name on Spike's tongue. "Who?"
"Julia. She made the best apple pies."
Faye slowly nodded, a worried look on her face, then quickly turned back around to continue putting her clothes on.
Spike smashed his cigarette into the ashtray on the nightstand and watched Faye put her clothes back on.
"So, when should I schedule my guys to get all your stuff?" He asked, grabbing his clothes off of the bed and putting them back on.
"Oh, I don't know." She said, combing her fingers through her soft, obedient hair. "I still don't know what Eunice is going to do. She has this thing about living alone."
"Oh, she's already taken care of." Spike responded, nonchalantly as he threw his light blue shirt over his head.
Faye instantly turned to face him. "What do you mean?"
"Jet asked her to move in with him and she probably said yeah."
"Ah…so you guys had us all figured out, huh?" Faye slowly walked up to Spike, her arms crossed against her chest.
"Women are so predictable." He responded, giving her a cocky smile, his hands in his baggy, cloth sweat pants.
"Really?" She whispered, now half a step away from Spike.
Spike continued to smile, raising an eyebrow and licking his lips, getting ready for her to kiss him.
"Okay." Faye shrugged her shoulders, turned around, and walked out of the bedroom.
"Hey! Where are you going?" Spike ran after her, not expecting her to turn around and leave.
"I'm going home." Spike was now face to face with Faye. "I've gotta talk to Eunice." Faye opened the door. "It's so hard for me to leave here. It's gorgeous."
"It's still not as beautiful as you are." He whispered, gently grabbing her hand, raising it to his lips and bestowing it with a precious kiss. "I'm going to the apartment in an hour or so."
She nodded, smiling. "Okay. Why don't you and Jet come by later."
With that, Faye walked out of her and Spike's new condo and caught a cab back to her flat.
"Why are the lights turned off in here?" Spike flipped the light switch to see Jet and Eunice making out on the loveseat in the den. Spike sighed, throwing his keys on the bar and walking into the den to sit on the couch. "You two couldn't take this elsewhere?"
"Oh you're one to talk, Mr. Valentine." Eunice responded with a playful smile, crossing her arms across her chest.
"Yeah, we heard you and Faye last week." Jet added, throwing his strong arm around Eunice.
Spike rolled his eyes in response. "Have you talked to Faye?" He asked, looking at Eunice with concern.
"No, I haven't yet."
"She's waiting for you at your flat. She said she had to talk to you."
"Oh." Eunice grabbed her purse and lifted herself off of the loveseat. "Okay, well I'll see you gentlemen later." She left the apartment, quickly, knowing what Spike wanted.
As a woman who dated a lot, Eunice knew men like the back of her hand. Though Faye probably was at home waiting for her, she knew that Spike needed to talk with Jet. She could see it all over his face. She had no problem with it; in fact, she did it herself with her girlfriends.
As the door closed behind Eunice, Jet shot his eyes at Spike. "Okay, what do you want?"
Spike wiped his mouth with his hand, one of Spike's well-known nervous gestures. "I'm…confused."
"Confused about what?"
"I'm so nervous about moving in with Faye. I haven't lived with another woman since….since…."
"Since Julia?" Jet reluctantly added.
Spike nodded and exhaled. "Yeah. I don't know how I'm gonna handle it. It's getting to the point where…I'm questioning whether I love this woman or not."
"What?" Jet looked at Spike as if he were crazy.
"Because…I know that I have strong feelings for her…But I don't feel the same way about her as I did with Julia. And….I'm just completely confused." Spike combing his long, slender fingers through his unruly hair.
"If you don't love her, how can you make love to her? How can you live with her? How can you tell her that you love her?" Jet asked. "I mean, I'm not doing any of that with Eunice until I know for sure that I love her."
"But aren't you ever haunted by a lost love?" Spike asked, finally looking up at his best friend.
Jet looked down at the floor realizing he had no choice but to admit. "Every day of my life Elisa's memory haunts me. But I'm coping…with Eunice. To me, Eunice is Eunice and she will always be Eunice. She can never be Elisa. But Elisa is my past. And I can't dwell on my past. I must look to future which I'm doing. You can't expect for Faye to be Julia. You expect for Julia to come back to you. Those days are gone. But with Faye, you can look to the future. And I'm sure, that if you give it time, your love for each other will be one stronger than you and Julia's."
Spike shook his head. "Thanks for the words of wisdom but…I don't know about that, Jet." Spike stood to walk out of the room. "I honestly don't know."
"FAYE!" Eunice yelled as she entered her flat.
"Yes?" Faye walked out of the kitchen, covered in flour.
"What the hell are you doing?" Eunice looked Faye up and down with a disgusted look on her face.
"I'm trying to make pie." Faye said, as she walked back into the kitchen, which was also a mess. Kitchen tools were scattered amongst the counters, the microwave as on, heating up nothing and the entire room was coated with a thick layer of flour.
"Why didn't you call me?" Eunice immediately dropped everything she had in her hands and began wiping the counters down. "I could've made it."
"I wanted to make it! Jet and Spike are coming over." Faye smiled, looking up at Eunice. "Spike told me that Julia could make really good apple pie, so I just wanted to make it for them."
Eunice shot up from the counter and looked at her friend, grabbing her arm. "Julia?"
Faye nodded. "Yeah."
"Isn't that the bitch who left him for some ugly ass man and then later got killed in a plane crash?"
Faye sighed, leaned on the counter with one hand, rested the other on her hip and faced her friend. "Yes, that's her. Don't talk about her that way."
"She is a bitch! Who would do that to anyone?"
Faye sighed, again, and continued mixing her concoction of flour, water, eggs, milk, vinegar and salt.
Eunice stopped wiping the counter and looked at Faye. "Faye, Spike isn't asking you to be more like Julia, is he?"
Hearing this, Faye stopped everything she was doing and looked at Eunice. "No. He's not. I'm not going to change myself for him so stop worrying about it, okay?"
"I'm not worrying, Faye. I'm just asking. I mean, you've never cooked in your entire life and all of a sudden you wanna bake pie because this ass hole told you about his bitch ex girlfriend, who happens to be dead for cheating on him, made good pies. That's bullshit, Faye, and you know it!"
"He's not an asshole!"
"Yes, he is! He may be the sexiest man alive and cute as hell, but he's still a fucking ass hole. He made you look like a god damned psychopath on national television a week ago! Have you forgotten about that? He told you that he wanted you to get an abortion because YOU were having his baby! Not his precious Julia! That doesn't sound very loving and sincere!"
"YOU KNOW WHAT! I don't have to hear this right now!" Faye dropped her bowl and utensils and walked out of the kitchen and into her room, slamming the door behind her.