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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. ]

[ Her gentle touches certainly make things more manageable where she's exploring, but the delicate nature of it makes him wary. Still, her touch feels nice, and he's able to relax a little into her touch, his sighs gentle and only turning into quiet groans when her grip shifts to places less tender. ]

N-no.. That's good.

[ Her concentrated effort makes his breath catch in his throat and his body stiffen. His fingers curl in the fabric of his bedsheets when she teases him the way he does. He can't help the rose-colored hue that tints his cheeks and ears, despite his best efforts. She's treating him well, and he can't really help that his body is responding. ]

[ Her hands encompass every inch of him in a careful massage, trading off between marveling at his growth and the look on his face. She likes watching him; every hint in his expression guides her touch and simultaneously kindles the flourishing arousal in the pit of her belly. That oversexed voice of his when he tells her good and she breathlessly repeats the word back. Good. That's all she needs to move forward.

Faye dips her head, drawing her hands away while bringing her mouth closer to the tip of his cock, eyes still locked on his face. By now, she's salivated enough that when her lips part to invite him in and enclose in a gentle suction around the head, her mouth is not only warm but wet. Her tongue rolls over the slit teasingly and she gets her first salty taste of him, emitting a soft hum in response. It only makes her salivate more.

She takes another inch of him into her mouth and then pulls away carefully, using the residual spit to glide two fingers along the tip in a circular motion. ]

I want to know what feels good... so don't hold back.

[ The moment her hands find him, he draws a sharp breath, bracing for pain, only to find that while there was some obvious discomfort, it wasn't as bad as he was anticipating. And his wariness certainly hadn't anticipated her next move.

He can't keep his eyes off of her when she ducks down over him, teasing him with her incredibly inviting mouth. His fingers clench tight in the blankets, a grounding force to keep him from bucking his hips up into her mouth. And it's a good thing he has that grounding force because what she was doing to him is almost enough to make him melt. His elbows buckle just a bit and his arms grow weak when he feels her tongue work over him with such expertise. He almost doesn't know what to do with himself when she pulls off of him and used her fingers instead.

She wants to know what feels good? Where does he start? He's only acutely aware of how short his breath is when his brain finally catches up to his body.]

What you're doing is good. It feels... really nice. Don't worry, you'll know if it hurts.

[ He offers her a soft smile and pushes a hand into her hair, an encouraging sort of touch, he hopes. He can hardly believe how excited she's getting him even when he'd otherwise be doubled over in agony. Sure, the discomfort is there, but only in the background, not nearly as upsetting as it otherwise might be, and seeing her work him is its own particular treat. What she does with her hand is its own peculiar sort of magic that pulls a rather undignified groan out of him and makes him bite his lip. ]

But... if you could do more of that, I wouldn't complain...

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[ The hand to her hair assures her just as he intends and for a moment there, Faye is smiling at Spike as he's smiling at her and it's probably the most wholesome moment to occur in their entire time knowing one another — hilariously enough. She doesn't say anything else after that; drops her gaze to his growing erection, pools all her focus there, and then resumes what she started moments before.

Smudged lips press to the head again, this time with added devotion. Her hot tongue swirls around and over, covering as much length with her spit as she can before her mouth inches lower, aiming to keep the motion smooth. One hand holds him at the base, fingers clamped gently around the sore area not just for added pleasure, maybe, but as a reminder to herself, and it remains there, unmoving. The other strokes his thigh near his balls.

For the time being, it's just her mouth to start things off, and as she pulls more of him past her lips, her tongue will lay flat against his cock, wriggling here and again down the length. She takes as much as she can before drawing her head back up, doing this once or twice, applying gradual constriction through suction, before she removes her mouth with an unseemly yet satisfying pop!

Spike probably thinks she's about to say something else but will be (pleasantly, we'll assume) surprised to see that Faye is taking her top off instead. She's in the moment enough not to think too much about it — just another visual stimulation for him. He might notice her nipples are hard when she casts the tiny yellow top aside, evidence that she's just as aroused by this. That's when she meets his eye again as she eases down over his cock, lowers her head to the base, and drags her tongue all the way to the tip, maddeningly slow. ]

[ He gets a small shiver that shoots through him when she goes back to work, concentrating on what she's doing to him. She feels incredible, and he lets his hand fall back to the bed while he closes his eyes and loses himself in every sensation of the moment. It truly was more than just the liquor making him warm now, as his quiet sighs can attest to. Her mouth is wet and impossibly warm with that expert touch from her tongue that turns sighs into outright groans. What her hands are doing is a nice even distraction that keeps him from getting too overwhelmed His breathlessness catches even him off guard when she pulls off of him with that playful, lewd sound. He opens his eyes when he feels her withdraw, a little confused and a lot dazed. ]

Faye..?

[ He doesn't have much time to wonder what she's doing next, because that's about the moment her top comes off, and it's the first time he's ever actually seen her like this. She's actually managed to stun him into silence. The dark of their last rendezvous really did her no justice. And that sly little look she gives him just before her tongue drags against him pulls out another shiver, his fingers once again reflexively gripping the blanket. ]

S-Shit, Faye..

[ His brain really can't think of anything else for him to say, but his desire is obvious with the way his breath hitches when she touches him and how he can't seem to keep his eyes off of her. Not a position he thought he'd be in for a long time, but she's managed to put him in it effortlessly. ]

[ Lust threatens to intoxicate her when he says her name like that. It makes her ache with determination to get him off; wing-like flutters in her belly as she watches him while he watches her. His incredibly attractive face clear as the light in his room will afford her and feeling spoiled by it in comparison to last time. Enraptured, even. The rush it brings her seeing those pleasured expressions and knowing she was the reason for them. ]

Mhn...mmph...

[ Faye can't help the moans that are pulled out of her; mouth full of him and sealed around his girth, her tongue passing over bulging veins and tight skin in an unrelenting manner. Her green eyes remain fixed in a penetrating stare the entire time, anticipating. She shifts with another muffled groan, a little discomfited due to her budding arousal, though it doesn't interfere with her work. She's still gripping the base of his cock and it helps to keep him still while she sucks him off. Only squeezing him with as much grip as he could handle. And to balance it out, she takes her other hand and begins to tenderly caress his balls, gauging his reaction to see if that does anything for him. ]

[ It's a strange place for his mind to be in at this point. He's clearly enjoying himself and he can't seem to tear his eyes away from those enchanting green ones staring so intently up at him while her mouth works an unspeakable sort of magic on him. He knows he shouldn't feel badly, but he can't help but feel as if he'd guilted her into it at least on some level.

Spike can feel his cheeks and neck burning up, and the desire and need boiling in his gut. He wants more... needs more from her. Her hands are feather-soft in every way imaginable, even when they move to carefully cradle his balls and he's quickly reminded about his predicament. There's a slight hiss through gritted teeth, but it's not enough to get him to want her to stop. Not by a long shot. It isn't long at all before he feels himself twitch on her tongue, thick precum swallowed up easily in her mouth.

When he speaks, his breath is heavy and voice tight as he struggles to keep himself under control. More for her sake than his own, but he'd really not rather injure himself, either. ]

Fuck. Gonna make me lose it if you keep that up... Feels good.. Don't you dare stop yet..

[ Faye would hate to know that he feels as though he's guilt her into doing this. She wants to make amends but she also just... wants, like any other human being. A distant craving; wants to feel him, taste him, be the reason he loses control, the reason he feels good if only a momet. She swallows up the precum with appreciation and it draws a muffled moan that vibrates against his tender skin.

Every sound he emits is electrifying, and the fact he's telling her exactly what she wants to hear risks driving her wild. Her thighs squeeze tightly together out of reflex and she can hardly restrain a whimper. But she remains grounded; pooling that passion into bringing him over the edge, dedicated to his pleasure.

Her mouth remains tight against his girth, tongue never ceasing from gliding and swirling in a frenzied manner while her head bobs a bit quicker to keep the momentum going. He’s so thick in her mouth at this point and she can feel him throbbing with that need for release. She switches her focus between the head of his cock and the entire length of him, hands still gripping and fondling him with mindful restraint, watching those brown eyes of his cloud up with ecstasy and cementing the very image of him so that later she could recall it fondly. ]

[ There was no way that she didn't know what she was doing with her voice on him like that, and he has to hiss in a deep breath just to keep focus. Even with the injury and his mobility in this area being somewhat up in the air, he still feels bad making her do as much work as she has been, but he's happily eager to relish in it and reap the benefits.

When she redoubles her efforts, he drops his head down lets out another hard moan, between panting and threatening to rip holes in his sheets for how hard he was gripping them. He was at his limit, in spite of how he tried to hold back, she had drawn it out of him with ease. ]

F-faye, I- Ahh!

[ Even he was surprised at himself, both with how quickly his orgasm hit him, and how hard, ripping through him like shockwaves with its intensity as he spilled himself freely onto her tongue. He would have time for feeling bad about his lack of warning later, but for now, he felt content in riding it through, the shivers and waves dying slowly and leaving him sagging and breathless with his mind clouded in a blissful haze that mixed well with the liquor, even if it left him a little more tired than usual. ]

[ She feels his cock start to throb and she takes that as her warning before the creamy, salty warmth promptly fills her mouth seconds later; red lips tight around his girth to keep spillage to a minimum. It coerces his seed to spill down the back of her throat instead and she's forced to swallow with a muffled moan. Careful to pull her mouth off of him — no satisfying pop! this time — she loosens her grip and draws slick and sticky hands away from him to let him recover.

Faye sits back on her knees, subtly wipes the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand, making no attempt to cover herself up, no reaching for her tiny little top that left nothing to the imagination, bare chest as clear and defined as it could get in this lighting. Less defined might be the hot flush across her face; tarrying evidence of how much the whole thing had turned her on. She runs her tongue along the border of her bottom lip as if to savor him for a second time, green eyes glancing from the floor back to Spike's collapsed figure on the bed.

It's a wordless gaze — nothing but the collective catching of their breath is heard for a moment. She grabs something (one of his shirts most likely) to wipe her hands off and then moves to stand up. This shifts the perspective once more as she now looks down at him, still topless but more noticeably flushed, drinking up the sight with a smirk. ]

Do you believe that I'm sorry now?

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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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damn dw notifs

they got me too!!

it's been everywhere this week, apparently.

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sorry, it has been a week.

pls never be sorry... and thank you x infinity for your patience!!!!

♥

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