The Series of Sp: Second Installment: Dosen't Fall In Love
by spikelover6661
This night’s episode, Spaith.
BI: It is season three, somewhere before “Lover’s Walk”. Faith knows Spike is here first. Bare with me, it can not properly be set in any other season. It actually has a plot mover.
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The rain soaked all the way through Faith’s clothes. She shivered and quaked. Her leather pants and silk top clung to her like an extra part. Her boots were ruined from mud, her hair had lost all manner required to be considered hair. But her spirit, like a never ending flame, was so not ready to be burned. She threw her blood stained ax on the ground satisfied at the clatter. She ran through the rain just to hear the splatter and clunk her boots made on the wet pavement. She loved the sound. He also loved her hair slapping against her back.
Faith busted into the Fish Tank, the rankest bar in Sunny D. Faith loved it. Smoke and the pungent smell of alcohol felt a lot like home to Faith. Also, she didn’t often get kicked out because there were numerous fights every night. And she often found the perfect one-nighter around the bar. No one here was in it to make any kind of commitment. Faith looked for the perfect sap to buy her a drink. She then was attracted to light bouncing of someone’s hair. Her eyes fell upon Spike, peroxided dick vampire. He would do.
“Spike!” she called, waving, alerting the slumped over figure.
“Who are... Are you Faith?” he asked, eyebrows raised.
“Yeah.” She leaned over the bar. “Buy me a drink?”
“Sit with me?”
“Hm, a preppy boy like you not getting any girls?”
“Not in this joint, no. Everyone here wants my cash or is too old to screw.”
“I see. I wanna beer.”
“Red neck chit, are you?” Spike waved over the bartender. “Two beers.” He smiled coyly at Faith.
“Aren’t you gonna pay him?” she asked.
“Don’t have to, luv. Got a tab.” The pints of brimming beer were clunked on the counter in front of them. Faith took a long chug, whipping her mouth on her wrist.
“So what brings you to the cozy little ol’ town of Sunny Delight?” Faith asked causally. She personally hated the small talk. *Let’s get to the tumbling already.*
“Ehm, to make a long story short, Dru wouldn’t take me back.” Spike didn’t look up from his full glass of beer.
“Don’t see why, you seem spry enough to me.”
“Spry?”
“Yeah. Got to have some backbone otherwise the chick’ll snap it in two when she climbs aboard.”
“Right, you’re twisted, you know that?”
“Yeah, but that’s why you like me so much.” She smiled warmly at the blonde man. There was something about Spike that made him different from other vamps, which, obviously, made him different from other men. And for being an evil thing that was supposed to dig his fangs into Faith, he sure was taking his time about it. He was actually being sweet. Sweeter than most humans with souls shoved up their asses.
“Yeah, I guess it is. Listen, you wanna dance? I’ve gotta get my energy off somehow,” Spike explained. Faith looked him in the eye and saw the volumes they spoke.
“Me? Dance? Be prepared to have yourself properly tired out, Mr. The Bloody.” Faith eagerly grabbed Spike’s wrist, pulling him across the damp floor to the center where a couple of banger girls were getting there grove on with some college boys. Faith started rocking her hips around to the beat, arms in the air, hair swinging around in all directions. Spike slid his fingers down into her leather pants. connecting with the bare skin on her hips. The coldness sent violent shudders down her spine. And she loved it. He crashed his own moving hips into hers, melding like a wave. He placed his head next to hers, rocking to the same rhythm as her, just clinging to her like life or death.
It was strange. Most men just let her get close to them when the dancing permitted but Spike wanted the closeness. It wasn’t about getting hot watching her strut her stuff, it was about getting close to her. She felt his erection digging into her inner thigh. She felt his cheek against her own. And she found... This was perfect.
Faith was restless, but Spike might be the one man in the world capable of keeping her occupied. He could do things ordinary men didn’t have the balls to, but he didn’t even whisper nasties into her ear or do something about his hard on. He just held her against him, rocking her to the pumping rock and roll. The world seemed to fall around Spike and Faith. Call it hokey, but Faith found love in the rankest bar in Sunnydale.
“Spike...” she sighed, sliding her hands down to rest on her chest.
‘What, luv?” he stopped dancing and slid his hands to her shoulders, gazing intently at her face.
“Nothing, just...” Spike slid his face closer to hers, touching her nose with his own larger one. She pounced on his lips, grabbing the back of his head, fistful of white hair. She felt lust, granted, but there was something more there. Something Faith never had before. Love. She didn’t hide from it, she didn’t shrink away. She let it fill her, take over her. His tongue probing her own felt like Heaven. Their lips and tongues met again, not parting until the bar closed that night.
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Faith opened her eyes, completely groggy. Her radio was on, pumping “Somebody Told Me” by The Killers. She had never gotten that song until last night. The, the whole world seemed a bit clearer. The sex itself was a blur, but she remembered the emotion, the complete bliss quivering in every inch of her being. She had peaked for the first time in her entire life.
“I love you,” she whispered, flipping to her other side to gaze at Spike. But the vampire and his clothing were gone with the night. No note, no nothing. Faith forced herself not to cry. This was what she wanted. No commitments. She was Faith. Faith didn’t fall in love.
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