Round and round and round they go. Spike stared aimlessly up at the blades of the Bebop's ceiling fan, from his laid back position on the couch. He smirked, thinking about the awkward exchange of words between himself and Faye earlier. What exactly was all that nonsense about? For a moment he thought that just maybe she was going to kiss him. Maybe you wanted her to.

Shaking the thought from his head, he lit up a cigarette. AS he inhaled deeply, his attention was turned back toward the ceiling. The only sound in the room was the gentle whooshing of air, the soft crackle of burning paper and tobacco, and the faint distant sound of the shower. Jesus Christ! How long is that damn woman going to be in there? She's probably using all the hot water to be spiteful. Sighing heavily, he stretched his long arm across the table to blindly snuff out his smoke in the ashtray. His mind slowly started to wander back to Faye, as he listened to the faint sound of water drifting from the bathroom. Starting to drift off, he grinned dumbly to himself. She's in there naked, right now...STOP!

Mismatched brown eyes shot open, as he tried to force the disturbing thoughts from his mind. From the corner of his eye, he stared at the pack of cigarettes on the table. He debated smoking another one, but opted to roll over instead, squeezing his eyes shut tight. It didn't take long for sleep to claim him this time.

Drip. Drip. Drip. It took a moment for Spike to register that something wet was falling on his face. Groaning, he slowly opened his eyes, only to have his gaze met by Faye, her face just inches from his, water dripping from her freshly washed hair. He sat up quickly, backing to the opposite end of the couch, wiping his hand over his face.

It was then, that he also realized she was clad only in a towel. "What the fuck Faye?"

Arching an eyebrow, Faye stared at him with a puzzled look etched on her face. "Just wanted to let you know that shower is all yours. Is that some sort of crime? Did I miss the memo somewhere that kindness is an offense that is punishable?"

Spike choked on his laugh and rolled his eyes. "Riiiight….Faye Valentine, a name that is just absolutely synonymous with kindness."

It was now Faye's turn to roll her eyes, and she watched Spike stand and stretch. She quickly adverted her attention to avoid staring at his still shirtless form. "Whatever lunkhead."

"I'm gonna hit the shower then, since you're finally done…hopefully you didn't use all the hot water." Spike started past her, but stopped, setting his hand on her bare shoulder, giving a gentle squeeze.

Biting her lip slightly at the corner of her mouth, Faye shot a glare at him, eyes narrowing as his fingers slid down ghosting along her collar bone. He leaned in, she could feel his breath on her neck. "Hey Faye?"

She could feel a faint blush creep on to her face. She felt his lips move in dangerously close proximity to her ear. "Uhhh….yeah?"

Spike smirked. Pay back is a bitch Faye. He let his lips softly brush her ear lobe as he spoke. "Put some clothes on."

With that he pulled away, shoving his hands in his pockets and walking away toward the shower, whistling an obscure tune as he disappeared down the hall way. Faye let out an exasperated sigh as he vanished from her field of vision. This truly was going to be a long weekend.