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What can I say? I like to admire my work.

[ Jokingly, of course, although she doesn't expect Spike to laugh. She knows he won't laugh and maybe that's where she finds the humor in it. A suggestive smirk sits on her lips as she reaches over and playfully hooks a finger into the band of his pants, pretending to peer inside as she pulls on on it. She expects to see skin but won't see much more than a flash of color from his boxers before either he smacks her away or she lets go. ]

Just kidding. I'm human, Spike, and humans are curious creatures. [ pause ] I thought maybe the whiskey would be helping by now at the rate you guzzled it down. I've never pegged you to be a vodka drinker but you can have some if you need it.

[ And he doesn't laugh, and instead just narrows his eyes at her. Here he was sitting in pain because of her and she's teasing him about admiring her handiwork? When her finger tugs at his waistband, he grumbles and swats her hand away, still apparently rather upset about the whole ordeal. Apparently good whiskey isn't enough to completely fix his mood and make him forgive her after all. ]

Knock it off. You're telling me you tried to get me drunk to look at my dick or something?

[ In her defense, she hadn't gotten a look at it before, but he wasn't really the type to show it off, either. Not that he wasn't proud of it, but it just wasn't his style. ]

You hit your head or something while you were out?

[ It starts in the back of her throat: a low, bubbling hum of laughter. Then it starts to build, amplify to something more distinct, until Faye is tilting her head back and cackling. "—get me drunk to look at my dick?" has her so beyond tickled. The way Spike thinks is truly fascinating and sometimes. What an idiot. ]

How old are you, fifteen?

[ A question she has to fight through bouts of breathless amusement to ask. She falls back onto the bed and continues to chuckle to herself, wiping tears away and emitting a big ol' sigh as the hilarity starts to die away. ]

I didn't hit my head. I didn't get you drunk to look at your dick— [ she almost starts laughing again but catches herself. ] I'm just trying to be nice and make up for what I did to you. That's what any regular person would do right? What a considerate person would do? Right. That's all.

[ Is it really that funny? Her laughter does nothing to help his mood, and in fact seems to do a great job at making him even more sour toward her. He knows she really doesn't mean anything by it, but it still stings... a little. Not that he'd say anything to admit it, of course. He's got far too much pride to take being laughed at well. As payment for his embarrassment, he snatches up her vodka and takes a big swig of it... which he almost immediately regrets. Today's lesson: Vodka is not whiskey.

He coughs and pulls the bottle back to look at it like it punched his mother. ]

Do you always drink this cheap crap? How the hell do you stand it?

[ But that doesn't stop him from taking another -- more reasonable -- sized drink before passing it back to her. ]

Yeah, I guess so. Not really sure what I expected, exactly. ...Thanks.

[ It always catches her off guard when he's unnaturally expressive like that; triggers another belly laugh because it was kind of funny. She stops to watch him guzzle down more for the second time and slowly props herself up on her elbows, a slanted smile on her face as she enjoys his reaction from a better angle. ]

I get more for less and it gets me really drunk.

[ Faye grabs the bottle when it's offered. It's a damn bargain and that's something to be grateful about. She takes a confident swig but will soon make a similar face when she swallows — part of her wants to hurl but she sucks it up like a true champ. ]

Wasn't the whiskey like, 90 proof?

[ It seems like it barely even touched him. She hands the bottle back over. ]

The vodka is 100. Maybe it'll work its magic better.

Yeah, but whiskey has flavors. Notes. And doesn't taste like a medical kit.

[ He suddenly wishes he had more whiskey, but she's right, it does do the job. He can feel it starting to burn and warm him from the inside. Not quite like the whiskey did, which felt like a warm, comforting fire, but this felt more like a forest fire. Still works, but not nearly as pleasant.

He watches her drink from it and can't help but smirk when she similarly makes a face like he had. ]

Yeah, that's what I thought.

[ He takes the bottle again and looks it over. It's strong, but definitely cheap going by the plastic bottle and generic-looking label. No wonder it tastes so bad. ]

I think you're supposed to mix this with stuff to drown out the flavor. At least, that's what you should do.

[ He holds his nose and takes another drink, giving a very undignified shudder when he passes it back to her. ]

Be thankful I'm even sharing at all.

[ That's her best means of protest to his complaints against vodka because she absolutely agrees with him. It's horrible but like hell if it wasn't effective. He mentions mixing it for easier consumption as if she's never thought of that and from where she lies, she shoots him a weak glare. ]

Gee, I didn't know that was something I should do. Maybe I wasn't expecting you to start drinking off mine because your pricey whiskey didn't do the trick.

[ The feeling to stick her tongue out like an angry toddler comes and goes. She's already reached a small buzz and is more or less waiting on Spike to catch up. There's less clashing when alcohol is involved — unfortunately and fortunately. It's not like they don't deserve a reprieve from the same old same old now and again.

Faye rolls onto her side to face him and takes the bottle when it returns to her. ]

When I have the financial stability to be picky about the liquor I buy, I'll never be caught dead with this crap. But in the meantime... [ She takes another swig and makes a face, holding it out to him like, please get this shit away from me. ] ... pass me another cigarette, will ya?

Hey, I didn't tell you to go out and buy it. And you offered to share, anyway.

[ He holds up a hand when she offers it back to him, already starting to feel his body protest against the rotgut liquor he'd put in it. He reaches for the cigarettes and taps one out of the pack, holding it back for her to take. ]

So how much do you even remember from last night? You hit the bar pretty quick when we got there.

[ He turns to face her a bit more casually, leaving one foot on the floor and careful not to stretch too much or move too quickly. If they're going to have a conversation, at least he can look at her. ]

[ Her lips purse as she refrains from feeding back into another senseless argument that would only circle back again — some progress to feel good about until Faye notices the cap to the bottle is missing and she begins searching through the folds of the sheets for it. ]

Uhh... let's see.

[ Now she's having to recall last night and where the hell is that stupid—oh! Found it. She screws the cap back on and places the bottle aside to probably be forgotten about for the rest of the night. The cigarette is snatched and brought to her lips; she gestures at the pack to tell him to get one too, being so uncharacteristically generous as she was tonight. Might as well keep up with it. She then locates the lighter and hands it over once she's successfully lit her cigarette, still working to piece together the parts she could remember. ]

I remember ordering and sort of mentioning my crummy day to the bartender in passing. He then suggested this... rum? I think. I forget the name. It was strong but easy to swallow with a little pineapple juice. A few mixed drinks with the stuff and... [ She vaguely gestures at his crotch and then promptly shrugs. ] I can't remember why I picked that fight. Apparently, I would've shot the guy if you hadn't stepped in.

[ Even if she originally had not been aiming for her gun, it wasn't unlikely of her to not grab for it. Spike would know; her violent tendencies are not something that's easily forgotten when she tends to give reminders every now and again. She's still sorry about it. ]

Wasn't Jet with us?

[ It's somewhat of a wonder to watch her piece together what she remembered from the previous night, and also somewhat irritating. Especially considering the incident that led him to being so injured. Then again, even he knew she was pretty far gone by that point, but he still took it as somewhat of a personal insult he couldn't actually be offended by. ]

I didn't catch the start of the fight, but when I did, he seemed to be defending himself for trying to flirt with you... You probably were in your right to be upset at first. I was across the bar, and it took me a minute to get over there. By the time I did, you were in a shouting match with a guy who said that if you didn't want to be groped, you shouldn't have dressed like that.

[ He sighs, pulling out another cigarette for himself. ]

It was then that you reached for your gun. If you hadn't, I probably woulda kicked his ass for you.

[ Not that it's a big deal or anything. Just a cool guy doing cool things for a girl. Nope. Nothing to read into there. ]

Yeah, he was in the back alley working another angle with some other patrons, I think He didn't catch up for a bit, but I think you were hunched over a toilet at point.

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[ It makes sense that she'd throw a raging fit over a man trying to tell her what to do. Not like it's uncommon or anything — a little dramatic in hindsight, she realizes, sure. But in her experience men just never get the picture until you whip out your Glock 30 and point it right at them.

Faye contemplatively puffs away on her cigarette as she tries to paint the picture in her mind, hoping to recall something more defined but instead reaching the conclusion that her memories remain hazy still. It forces her to take Spike's word for it. ]

Sounds like the guy would've deserved it. I doubt I'd have shot him dead right there though. Just a warning shot, maybe. Scare him into leaving me alone.

[ Spoken so casually it's almost a little frightening but she knows that he knows how she gets so really, there's no surprise there. She exhales slowly and a smile starts to creep across her face. Mischievous. Teasing even. ]

I'm sure you were ready to swoop in and be my hero, weren't you? That's so sweet, Spike. [ She will never not antagonize the poor guy. ] Too bad you tried and paid for it by getting a bruised dick. Sorry again.

I just didn't wanna get kicked out. Whether or not you woulda shot him doesn't really matter if we wanted to follow our lead...

[ Oh, he knows that smile, and true to history, her comments that follow it only serve to irritate him. He grumbles a little and sucks on his cigarette. Never you mind the rosy color that rises to his cheeks, Faye. That's not important. ]

Shut up. Last time I try to do anything nice for you.

[ Nope, not bitter about it at all, thank you very much. ]

[ The shut up immediately induces another bout of laughter. A rare sighting considering how often the two of them grow angry and mutter obscenities at each other beneath their breath after barely exchanging more than a few words. This time they're actually talking and she can't even remember the last time she's laughed like this. Genuinely. It felt nice. ]

Oh, the last time, huh? Are you sure about that? You know you can't help yourself when someone's in trouble. That's just who you are. Nothing bad about it. Accept it.

[ She's definitely not doing herself any favors or improving his mood... literally at all. Her laughter only serves to embarrass him more and make him grumble and turn his face away when he realizes it's getting hot. He's too cool to be laughed at, dammit. ]

Yeah well... you're testing that pretty hard right now. Next job, you're on your own.

Aw, come on, Spike...

[ It's an apologetic kind of tone that she takes. She's sorry, okay, what doesn't he understand about it? Her laughter wasn't meant to rub him the wrong way but she's not the one with a sore groin, now is she? No wonder men can be such babies. Never minding his grumpy reaction, Faye scoots closer, intent on showing him that it was light-hearted, that she isn't purposely trying to fry his mood by irritating him more. Her free hand reaches back out to clasp his chin and turn it so that he's forced to look at her again. ]

Lighten up, will ya?

[ And then she kisses him. Soft, without restraint, and just long enough for him to either kiss her back or tear away. Whatever he chooses to do. ]

[ He's more than a little aware of her shifting on the bed toward him, but he's stalwart in his defiance against such obvious moves.

But...

He's not quite sure what to do with himself when she actively turns his face toward her. He's not used to being treated that way, much less by women. But her lips catch his, and he's got no real desire to take them away. As much of a pain in the ass (and in this case, his genitals) as she was, more and more she was providing him a soft place to land, despite his naturally prickly nature.

He reaches a hand up, brushing his fingers against her cheek, before letting them come to rest at the curve of her neck and shoulder, with just a firm enough touch to encourage her to stay if she wanted to. ]

[ The encouragement is noted — Faye neglects her cigarette for the smoky taste of Spike's mouth and continues to kiss him, her lips lapping over his with that same softness he was learning to get used to. That she was learning to dispense. Perhaps she had kissed him to take his mind away from the pain, or maybe she had kissed him because she wanted to. It could be both. She felt compelled beyond whatever influence the vodka might have had at least.

And unless he wants her to stop, the kissing will soon dissolve into making out, using her tongue to tenderly coax his lips apart so she could search his mouth. Roll it across the border of his lips for taste and added sloppiness. It turns heavy in a matter of seconds. A muffled noise leaves her that might have been a moan and she forgets all about her cigarette while it continues to burn and collect a tower of ash on the end. ]

[ It's nice to let himself indulge in the softness of a woman now and then, he decides, even if his chivalrous heart tells him it's a betrayal. He's only human, and Faye is right here. Julia would understand... he hopes.

He peeks his eye open just long enough to deposit his cigarette in the ash tray, and with his hand free, he reaches out for her waist, drawing her close just in time for her to lean heavy into their kiss. She tastes like smoke and strong liquor, and the teasing of her tongue is enough to draw him in. Somehow, this feels much more natural than their last rendezvous, and there's an almost nostalgic quality to it, something pure and honest and not just carnal need. He can feel his pulse begin to race, almost as if he's nervous or just excited... but he can't be. Not him, right? ]

[ There is a touch of nostalgia there. Brief, but she feels it too. The way he brings her close when, maybe, he should've pushed her away. The descent is quick from that point on; she manages to ditch her cigarette in the ashtray right as she's compelled to wrap her arms around him. And she will, carefully, slipping them around his neck and losing her fingers in the mess that was his hair.

It feels good to be this close to him again and her body can't deny it. His bare skin is still warm from his workout and so inviting. The mix of tobacco, and booze, and sweat every time she inhales through her nose adds weight to her desire. With restraint left off the table, the kiss goes on for another minute or so, and through the duration of it, she itches to drag her hands down his chest and explore his body like she did last time. The fact she can see him makes the temptation all the harder to resist.

Her heart starts to race within her chest and the sound nearly deafens her. She's nervous ( excited? ) too and she feels hot in her face and everywhere else. As much as she doesn't want to, Faye will break the kiss momentarily, and for good reason. Her green eyes blink open and she asks breathlessly against his lips. ]

How are you feeling?

[ A question that could be implying a'many number of things. ]

[ It's easy for Spike to get lost in the moment, in the taste and smell of her, and the feeling of her velvet tongue against his own, and it's just about enough to distract him from the aftermath of her assault, or maybe it's the liquor dulling his senses. Whatever it is, he's not about to be dumb enough to question its effectiveness.

His free hand falls to her waist his hand taking its time to admire her soft skin and the gentle curve down to her hips. She's warm, she's soft, but not delicate enough to break at the slightest wrong touch. Just like he likes in a woman. There's a small, appreciative sound from him when her fingers weave into his hair, still slightly damp and cooling from his sweat, as her touch sends delighted tingles all over his body. He missed having his hair played with.

By the time her lips break from his, he realizes he doesn't even really seem to know how much time has passed. Had he been enjoying himself that much? His eyes watch hers while he carefully considers her question. He's feeling a lot of things right now. ]

I'm fine. Little sore, but I've had worse.

[ She leaves one hand still tangled in his hair but brings the other down to trace over the sharp edge of his jaw, her green eyes flitting across his face from one point to the next. They stop on his lips, watching how they shape with every word, how those guttural inflections in his voice do more to her than she realizes. It's especially enchanting when his voice is soft like that, sparking up an appetite.

Faye muffles an apology against Spike's lips before enveloping them in another kiss because she can't help herself (and she is sorry). She drops her hand to his chest and caresses the warm skin admiringly, waiting to break away before dipping her hand lower. ]

I want to make it up to you.

[ Sincerity peppered with a touch of lust — truth is, she's done more than made it up to him already, but this want branches from a different place. A place that involves canceling out the pain with pleasure. Her hand slips past the waistband of his lounge pants, his boxers, and stops when the soft pads of her fingers are just grazing the skin of his cock. Light enough to tickle. She locks her eyes on him to gauge his reaction, careful not to apply unnecessary pressure or move too quickly. Just slow, mindful strokes to stimulate. ]

Does that hurt?

[ Somehow, the apology from her like this is more meaningful than anything she'd done up to this point. It's sincere, and not just coming from a place of guilt like he'd assumed of her before. He meets her kiss in kind, breaking off when she pulls back. It's fairly obvious what she has in mind, but even still, he's a little apprehensive. When her hand slips into his pants, he tenses and his breath lightly catches, expecting that painful ache to return, but... nothing. Her gentle touch is nice, and even though part of him wants to watch her work, he can't pull away from her bright green eyes.

He searches her face for any hint of malice or teasing before he finally shakes his head. ]

No.. It's nice.

[ Maybe the liquor is doing its job after all. ]

[ Even with a little less clarity, navigating through her emotions feels easier this time. There's little hesitancy present in her touch nor in her face. No malice or teasing; all honesty and yearning. This wasn't some ploy to mess with him. She wants this, not only for him but for herself too.

Faye mutters a velvet good at the corner of his mouth before kissing her way down his neck; gripping and carefully tugging his hair to guide his head to one side while she does. Mindful but still assertive and leaving a mess of lipstick stains that start to trail down his chest in a fading gradient. Her fingers continue to gently caress and coax him to harden until she pulls away too soon, and her body slips from his grasp, and it may be the only time she inadvertently teases him.

She only moves as far as the floor, encouraging him to get comfortable while she eases her way between his legs. She places a hand on each of his thighs, smooths them up until they reach the hem of his pants, and stops to curl a grip around it. Those same bright green eyes now gaze up at him from below. ]

Lift your hips.

[ Her tugging his hair pulls a light hiss out of him, with an involuntary little groan as her lips trail over his neck and body. He closes his eyes, breaths slow and deep while he concentrates on what her hand is doing to him. He can feel something starting to wake up under her fingertips, and just as he's starting to relax, she pulls away from him. He looks confused, only for a moment before she makes her way to the floor, her intentions perfectly clear.

He leans back on his hands, and lifts his hips when she instructs him to. ]

It's not pretty, just to warn you..

[ When his pants come off his hips, it's only a little embarrassing, but the bruising from her attack is fairly plain to see, though he might have been a touch oversensitive about how bad it really was. ]

[ Undoubtedly, Faye was expecting a serious injury based on the way Spike had been acting. She gently peels his pants and boxers down the rest of the way, removing them completely in order to comfortably nestle between his legs. They're not in total darkness like before and upon seeing him there in the nude, her face grows warm. It's not pretty, just to warn you... but she's too busy looking at him, his face, how 'pretty' his sculpted body looked there before her. If he wasn't in the predicament that she had put him in, she would've jumped his bones.

But then her gaze drops and the bruising might not be severe but it's nothing to scoff at either. A small pang of guilt rings through her chest as she scoots closer, intending to make him forget all about it. She ghosts her hands over his thighs again, right back to his member where she feathers her fingers along the length, being mindful of where the bruise was. She then takes him in one hand, using a gradual squeeze to gauge how firmly she can grip without hurting him. ]

How does that feel? Any pain?

[ Her thumb strokes the sore area and is soon joined by her other hand as it starts to caress the head of his cock. ]

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hey guess who just remembered she's got a paid account and uploaded a bunch of icons.

oh heck yes!!! can't wait to see 'em used!

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