Chapter 4 - Rapture
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Spike and Faye ran into each other in the hall.
"Spike!" she jumped into his arms "I'm so sorry, I really mean it. I don't treat you very well."
He wrapped his arms around her "You shouldn't apologize. You've saved me from death so many times and I didn't understand it was because you cared about me. So…I'm sorry."
"How do we fix this?" she whispered, resting her head against his shoulder "If we don't, we'll just keep repeating this scene."
"We'll make a promise." he pondered for the right words "Before we burst out at each other, remember why we're still here. It's because we need each other."
"Does that include not getting mad at me for not letting you pop my cherry? 'Cause you know, it really does hurt."
"Well, I can't help that I'm so big." he joked.
"Gargantuan? Mammoth? Give me a few minutes and I'll think of more words that better describe -"
"Okay, okay." he smirked "Let's go before someone hears us."
"Can we go get a drink?"
"You are aware that you're still in your bathing suit, right?"
"This," she tugged on her clothes "This is a bikini. And what does it matter what I wear? Everyone here is married anyway." She pulled him by the arm towards the bar.
"Told ya." Spike smirked, wrapping his jacket around her shoulders.
They entered their room, Spike was holding onto Faye to help her keep balance "You probably drank an entire bottle of vodka by now. Don't you feel sick yet?"
She giggled "No, my legs just won't work right."
He scratched his head and then they heard that the comm. was on, hear Jet on it "Hey, Spike. Sis, you there?"
"Sis?" Spike raised an eyebrow.
Faye hugged him "Shh, I sent him a message warning him about our nosey neighbors. Just play along."
Spike picked up the comm. "We're here. Whats up?"
"There you are, I've been trying to contact you for the last thirty minutes."
"I'm sorry, man. Faye and I got into an argument today and-"
Jet interrupted him "Whats that? I HOPE that means you're not getting divorced."
"No, we just made up with the help of our neighbors, the Palagonia's."
"Oh, good then. So, what day were you planning on coming home?"
"Soon. It's rather boring here, so we'll be packing up in the few days, I hope." he winked.
"I'll prepare the welcome wagon for you, just keep in touch, okay?"
"K." Spike turned it off.
Faye yawned "Today was a little too adventurous for me, I think it's time for bed."
"Oh, yeah," he snaked his hands around her waist "I couldn't agree with you more, darling." He leaned in for a kiss.
She blocked his lips with her index finger, kissing him on the cheek "We still have a little work to do."
They crawled under the covers. Faye pulled out a futuristic touch screen 'Etch-A-Sketch' pad and wrote "What's the plan?"
"What?"
Faye rolled her eyes "What I mean is; how are we supposed to capture Victoria and Richard?"
"Sorry. Honestly, I was hoping you'd have thought of something…"
"Oh, that's just great. So we have no plan at all? I thought you and Jet went over this?"
"No, not really… The plan was to wing it." Spike shrugged.
Faye rubbed her temples said "Okay, I'm going to bed. Good night." She rolled over, uncovering her head.
"Man, come one, Faye…" spike rubbed the back of his head.
Faye didn't respond.
Spike put his hand on her shoulder.
She shoved him off.
He sighed "Come on, Faye. Don't start this again…"
"How am I supposed to act when my partner is a retard?"
"I'll think of something." He untied her bikini bottom.
"Spike. No." she said, but not moving a muscle.
He kissed her shoulder and joked, "Am I being a bad dog?"
"Yes, now c-" she stopped mid-sentence when Spike slid his hand between her legs and began massage her clitoris.
"Still want me to stop?" he whispered.
The only form of reply her was a small moan. She snaked her slender fingers into his pants, grasping his erection.
Spike smiled "You're not gonna give me blue balls again, are you?"
Faye kissed him passionately, whispering "No." she turned towards him more.
He delved his fingers deeper into her, he teased at her g-spot. He'd stop periodically to frustrate her, partially because it was funny but mostly because it would keep her wanting more.
She threw her top to the floor and crawled over him. She grinned, sliding down his pants a little and taking his 'master piece' into her mouth.
Spike groaned, thinking to himself 'Holy shit. She might be a virgin but she sure as hell can suck a dick.'
A few moments later, she felt that he was on edge. She backed off, grinning like a little siren.
"You're evil. Why didn't you finish me off?" He mumbled, sitting up.
"Just a little friendly payback." She smiled.
Spike kissed from her jaw line to her collarbone and then laid Faye onto her back. He slid off his shorts and positioned himself over her.
She nuzzled her nose against his "I'm just playing."
"You're still drunk, aren't you?" he quirked an eyebrow.
Faye giggled again touching him again "Yes…? No…?"
Spike shook his head, smiling to himself. He kissed her "Don't hate me."
"Huh?" was all she was able to say before he took his entire length and shoved it into her. The first instant was pure shock and the next, was utter pain. She held back tears by digging her nails deeply into his skin. "Fuck! Spike, what the hell?!"
"I'm sorry, it was the only way from keeping you from backing out again!"
She smacked his arm.
"Look on the bright side; you're officially not a virgin anymore." He shrugged.
"Jerk."
He kissed her forehead "Lemme know when it doesn't hurt anymore." A few moments later, after she gave him a go-ahead look, Spike slowly began thrusting again.
She winced, exhaling steadily.
"You okay, Faye?" he began to slow to a halt.
"It's okay, don't stop. I'm fine." Her cheeks turned pink as his hand caressed her face.
He stared her in the eyes, searching for a hint of deceit but found nothing. He smiled and quickened his pace.
Her body involuntarily arched upward, momentarily conforming to his body. She gripped his hair in one hand and his shoulder in the other. "Ah," she inhaled through her teeth "Yes, Spike, faster-"
Sweat beads rolled off Spike's forehead, he was obviously becoming worn-out.
"Want me on top?" Faye panted.
Spike nodded and breathlessly said "Just for a few minutes."
She pushed him back ward onto the bed and crawled on top of him. She took him into her hand and slid down on it. She gasped, moving up and down slowly at first.
He placed his hands on her hips and moved her faster, in turn causing her to come down harder onto it.
She let out a pleasured scream, throwing her head back.
The sound of her bliss super-charged Spike's energy and without warning flipped back on top of Faye. He placed her right leg over his shoulder, thrusting as hard as he could.
"Spike!" Faye gasped, writhing uncontrollably.
He thrust one last time, achieving release. He dropped down beside her and lit a cigarette "That was the best sex I've had in… about a year." He said, taking a long drag of his cigarette.
Faye counted on her fingers. She was counting the years that Julia had been dead; that number had been two "When did you get laid last year?"
"I was joking," he admitted "I haven't gotten laid in, eh… about five years now."
"Hm, no wonder you were always so grumpy."
"You've just set yourself up for a bad comeback." He laughed.
"Huh, how?" she took his cigarette from him.
"Think about it." He smirked.
She pondered for less than a second "Spike! God. If you've never had something then you don't crave it."
He laughed again "Kidding! Hey, I'm thirsty. Want somethin' from the bar?"
"I don't care, just whatever you're getting." She walked to the bathroom to shower.
"Hey there, handsome… Weren't you here about an hour ago?" Victoria greeted him.
Spike faked a smile "What, are you stalking me now?"
"That depends." She batted her eyelashes.
He turned around, drinks in hand "I gotta go."
She grabbed his arm "Aw, come on, Spike. Where are your manners?"
"What are you talking about?" he raised an eyebrow.
"A gentleman would keep a lady company."
He smirked "No offense, but I think you're talkin' to the wrong guy."
She pouted, "But Richard is playing Blackjack in the casino…"
He shook her arm off; losing his patients, "Faye's waiting on me."
Victoria pulled him by the jaw to her and kissed him.
