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Summary: Spike's been stalking Sunnydale's new slayer all he needs to hear are two words, and they're not Love You. *lol*
AUTHOR:
Wil Valenta
EMAIL: wil_spike_bloodyhell@yahoo.com
RATING: R
PAIRING: Faith/Spike
THANKS TO: To Faith,
for always being the centre of inspiration.
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If she spoke just two words, I could end her torment. Look at her, tossing and turning in that oven of an apartment trying to let sleep take her... I could take her. Poor lil' Slayer, so haunted by her own demons and now me.
She knows I'm watching. She wouldn't be stretched like that if she didn't. I've been watching her for two nights now, ever since we met in the cemetery. We fought, like all good vampires and slayers do--and in the heat of the fight--we tumbled on top of each other and our lips met. That's when the world came to a shattering halt and things got diff'cult.
So now I'm perched on the fire escape an hour b'fore dawn, watching her wrythe beneath a sheer tangle of sheets. Barred from her by some stupid invitation rule. It's a sweet torture really. I wouldn' have it any other way.
***
Ugh... why's it gotta be so hot in here? You'd think it was the dead of summer in southern California or something. Okay so it is? Big deal--wish I had the cash to spring for air, but the Council's a bunch'a penny pinchin' know-it-alls. <
Brutal truth? I don't think it's just the weather that's doin' it. I keep thinkin' that vamp's watching me, that tingle that runs down my spine whenever I feel a vampire, it's has been drivin' me nuts. Funny thing is, the way he tossed me aside, it can't be him. Maybe some apocalypt-y demon thing's been watchin' me instead. Too bad... maybe that deady could've cooled me down. Stupid vamp, got me all hot? That's not somethin' that normally happens. Usually it's wham, bam, dusty man.
Stretching I glanced out the window and caught a glimps of ice. No, not the frozen water kind. Ice, like the white colour. I reached under my pillow and grabbed my stake as I went to the window and pulled it all the way open.
I saw ice all right. Ice and two bright baby blues that belonged to him. The same vampire from the cemetery two nights ago. He louged against the frame with a simper-- Damn, didn't know vamps got that sexy this side of Angel... "Hey, Tom, what's wrong? Got nothin' better to do than peepin' into windows?" I asked watching him as I leaned against the windowframe, I ran my hands up into my hair to pull it off my neck. Christ on crutches it was suffocating.
"Spike." He said.
I looked up curiously and smirked. Guy had balls, to the point and all, "That an invite?"
"Name actually, but you do me the favour, it can be..." he flashed those pearly whites, the cainines looking dangerously sharp as he leaned against the invisible barrier seperating us.
"Spike, huh? I heard about you, you're one of those stories that go bump in the night." I said, pressing almost past the windowsil where he stood, making sure he got my meaning loud and clear.
His eyes watched my every move. I know that look... its that look that all guys get when they think they're gonna get a peice, "I do more than bump, pet."
Hook, line, and hottie... I decided to play it cool, and just grinned, "I'll bet."
***
"I need more than a bet, kitten," I said, watching her taunt me purposely. This was a nice lil' twist wunnit? Maybe I'll let the dawn come just to see what'll happen between us.
"Like?"
"Jus' two words..." I whisper, my lips hitting the barrier as I speak, "And one of those words is 'come'."
Her eyes flickered in the dim light, and she seemed to consider the idea, probably wondering if I'd kill her given half the chance. Part of me wondered th' same thing actually, if she'd kill me in the height of passion. Be a bit like some human gettin' off on auto-erotic-asphixeation... risk I was willin' to take on.
Faith raised an elegantly arched eyebrow, cocking her hip against the window and allowing the strap of her tank top to fall from her shoulder, "Sun's comin' up."
Glancing up at the purpling sky, Spike takes stock. It was only a matter of about thirty minutes and the sun's rays would be peeking over the buildings, "So it is. A bloke could burn to cinders waiting for an invitation."
"Pity you're not sayin' that out of chivalry; but, then, that's been as dead as you are for probably just as long. We both know you would'a barreled through this window in a second if it weren't for that pesky invite rule."
"Prob'ly, but then chivalrous men get kicked around. You see, how you're teasin' me now?"
"Oh?" Faith smirked and let her hand slip past the invisible barrier that kept Spike out of her room to stroke his chest softly. "I haven't even started to tease yet."
Her fingers clutched at the edge of his duster's lapel and pulled him up against the barrier, her other hand reaching out to run her short nails across his jaw. She watched as the vampire’s eyes fell shut, hooded by dark lashes as he grinned.
Spike felt as if he'd been pulled against a brick wall, only someone could reach right through it. Faith's nails scraping against his skin, he tried not to moan as her fingers trailed over his lips before slipping back through the barrier to the safety there in.
When he opened his eyes again, she stood there with that cat smirk. Taunting him with her dark eyes, she turned around and turned on an ancient looking radio tuning it until she found a song she liked.
Sliding around to face the window again, her hips moved to the beat of the music, while her hands traveled up her stomach, lifting the camisole to reveal alabaster flesh. Her hands slid up over her breasts removing the soft fabric from her form. She lifted it up dangling up over Spike’s head and letting it fall slipping over his face before she pulled back still moving her hips to the music.
Faith grinned as she heard Spike growl, looking at a her through heavy lashes, his eyes glinting a dull gold, as he caught the camisole and pressed against the barrier again. "C’mon, luv, let me in… jus’ two little words."
"Aw, what’s that?" Faith pouts then grins, "Is it ‘bite me’?"
* * *
"If that’s whut you want, I can be whutever you want me t’be, do whutever you want me t’do... You just have to let me in," Spike purred, he was losing his control, no one had taunted him for this long without him having some control over the situation before.
The slayer smirked again, leaning forward and keeping just inside the barrier, "Maybe I like you just the way you are, right where you are…"
"Maybe I can’t accept that."
Giving him an obviously fake pout, she whines, "Aw, maybe someone was a spoiled boy."
Spike’s agitation was starting to show, as he looked up at her, "Maybe you need to get as much as you’re bloody giving." Sighing he leans against the barrier, looking at her with cold daggers.
"Is that right?" Faith retorted stretching then moving to sit on her bed. She traced along her collarbone, closing her eyes at the sensation of her own fingers on her skin. "Well, if that’s how you feel. Better start running, sun’s comin’ up."
Holding back a snarl of frustration, Spike finds himself staring at the slayer before him before cringing at the mention of the sun. He was already beginning to sizzle a bit as the light peaked over the horizon. Shaking his head, he shrugs, "Yeh, another day then."
With that Spike drew his duster around him, to protect himself from the sun, and jack-knifed down off the fire escape, landing in a crouch on the pavement below. Without looking up he started for the manhole cover at the end of the alley when he heard a sound on the fire escape above. Glancing up he saw Faith leaning on the window. With a smirk he winked at her and leapt into the manhole.
He never heard the words she whispered as he left, "Come in."
Spike lay in the Alpert Crypt with his arm draped across his eyes and a blanket strewn across his waist. The sun had risen almost five hours before, and he was restless. With a groan he flung his arm across the bedding and glared at the ceiling.
"Bloody tease, she’s nuthin’ more’n a lil’ tart," He grumbled to himself shifting uncomfortably before pillowing his head on his hands. "Thinks she’s so damn smart… teasing the way she does. I’ll get ‘er when she least expects, mark my words: Spike’s not to be tossed aside just yet."
Turning his head to the side he looked at the black camisole draped on the sarcophagus beside the bed, reaching for it he turned to soft bit of satin in his hands. Placing it against his cheek to feel it move beneath his skin, he inhaled her scent.
"Treat that like it’s gold, funny, if I didn’t know any better I’d say it meant somethin’ to ya. Either that or you’ve gone all stalker boy and you’re obsessing about something you couldn’t have. You know, you do look the stalker type followin’ hookers with a heart of gold." Faith said, standing in a small stream of sunlight just inside the crypt’s door. "Can I have it back now? Those don’t come cheap."
Spike’s head snapped up, jerking the bit of fabric to slide beneath the sheet, a look of sheer annoyance and anger crossing his features, he sneered then shrugged, "Oh, it’s you. You’re not invited."
"Too bad it doesn’t work the same for you. I don’t care. I invited myself to the party that involves my clothing." Faith folded her arms across her chest and cocked a hip to the side expectantly, "So what’s with the sniffing of my things?"
Never skipping a beat, Spike simply answered, "Got to learn an enemy’s scent, and I don’t care whut you think."
“Right, enemies.” There was a hint of hurt in her features then she returned his earlier sneer, “ Last night it seemed like you wanted to be a little more than my enemy; but I get it, have your Slayer and eat her too.”
Laughing at her play on words, Faith smirked moving closer to the foot of the bed, "Well, that’s a little…redundant huh? By the way, I’ve got a few scents you haven’t triggered yet."
"Whut, just come to get your lil’ shirt or just here to stake me while I sleep?" Spike asked trying to force his eyes from lingering on her body, he lifted the camisole and tossed it at back at Faith. "Fine, take it. I don’t care."
***
Faith caught her satin camisole with one hand and glanced at it. He kept saying those words: 'I don’t care'. It wasn’t like Faith had never heard them before, hell she used them on a regular basis, but what if he really didn’t and this was all just a game. What was with all the stalking then, all those creepy blue-eyed looks? She shook herself back into the moment, "Did cost me two stolen wallets, and as for the staking, well, you seem to got one already poking at you."
She grinned noting his discomfort under the thin white cotton sheet. Hmm, maybe he didn’t care in any emotional sense, but she had a feeling that flag he was raising was meant for her. Besides she knew better than anyone that sex didn’t mean love. She wasn’t as jaded as Buffy.
"Sod off." He growled.
Faith let her eyes take their time before she forced them back up to those icy blues. She gave him mocking applause, "Ooh, good comeback, but hey if that’s what gets you off."
He continued to glare at her, there was something mesmerizing about his eyes—like there was something more intensely deeper behind the cruel exterior. Or maybe it was just… it didn’t matter. He was biting with words again, "Good over used tacky reference, pet. Vampire staking a slayer…very clever yourself, aren’ you?"
"Aw, did I embarrass the big bad vampire?" Faith pouted then threw up her hands, "You know, fine, I can take a hint, you might as well flash it in neon. I’m gone."
Turning on her heel she bolted for the door. Here she was offering herself and he was being an ass. There were only so many insults a girl could take.
"Wait."
Spike had gotten up from the bed, with no regard to the fact he wasn’t wearing a stitch and stood behind Faith barely touching her shoulder. She froze and pushed his hand off of her and turned to glare at him. Which was hard. He was hard.
He was—she blinked hard then spat her response, "Why? You obviously don’t want me here, or you wouldn’t be such a…" her eyes fell to his hips, "a dick."
***
Spike let his eyes follow Faith’s gaze and he realized he hadn’t thought before rising from his bed. He knew his trousers were still left in a pool on the floor. Still he wasn’t one to feel any shame, instead he muttered, "Banter, its part of the game… you’re just as cruel you know. I admire that."
Faith’s eyes lifted then stepped closer, drawing her hand across his pectorals and tracing the muscles down over his abdomen, "Maybe I am. So let’s roll the dice and see who makes the next move to--"
"Slayer, shut up," He found himself whispering as he bent to kiss her fully on the lips cutting her off in mid sentence.
She stiffened for a moment, apparently surprised by his sudden decision, but soon Spike felt the dark-haired slayer melt in his arms her arms sliding around his waist to wander over bare flesh. Spike backed up just enough remembering to allow the girl to breathe, his forehead resting against hers he nipped at the bow of her lip as he listened to her gasp for air.
"Mmm…that was…yeah, I’ll stay," She answers and kisses him, pulling him back toward the bed.
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