Wanna Be

Special thanks goes out to Spike's Pet & Wyrdin for betaing.

Part 3

Faith walked into the apartment and could smell the Chanel No. 5 in the air. She groaned inwardly. Harmony must be here. A loud noise jolted the slayer as doors slammed and Spike cursed. Faith cautiously walked up stairs trying not to disturb the vampire.

"BLOODY HELL!"

Faith stopped on the landing as Spike dragged a box of stuff out of his room. "What are you doing?"

"Getting that bint's stuff outta here."

"Did you guys have a fight? Again?"

"She left three months ago, Faith.  Didn't you notice she didn't come around anymore?"

"Actually I didn't keep tabs." Faith sniffed the air. "What's that smell?"

"Oh the damn chit left her bottle of perfume here and I split it on my shirt.  Now I am just getting all of her bloody stuff out of here."

"Take it easy fang breath.  You in a hurry to go somewhere?" Faith grabbed a box.  "Oh I like this top." She pulled out a long-sleeved sheer shirt. "I am going to try it on."

"Then take it," Spike grumbled. "Don't you have a enough bloody clothes?"

Spike hauled two boxes to the dumpster, grumbling hi's at his neighbours from next door, Pablo and Helio.  Once back inside, he crept upstairs to scare the hell out of Faith.  Instead he got the shock of his unlife. 

Faith was in front of the mirror, clad only in her underwear and the sheer shirt she had liberated from the trash heap.  She had apparently found a pair of scissors and made some alterations to the top - it fit perfectly, clinging closely to each curve.  Spike felt faint.  The see- through material did little to hide her minuscule thong or the black bra barely covering her breasts. 

Faith turned to see him standing there, mouth agape.  He noticed a trace of shock pass over her face, but only briefly. "Like what you see blondie?"

"What's not to like?"

"Good.  Now you can get out while I take a shower and then get ready to patrol."

"Yeah, I better get ready too."

"You are not coming with me?" Faith asked shocked.  It had almost become a ritual, them patrolling together.  She had kind of gotten used to having him around.

"Actually, pet I was meeting up with Willow.  We're going to a show."

"Oh," Faith replied nonchalantly.

"Yup.  I better go luv."

* * *

The first vampire Faith saw paid dearly for her pissy mood.  Spike and Willow were way too chummy for her liking.  She stalked through the cemetery looking for something else to slay and low and behold a demon popped up.  But that battle didn't last long as Faith broke its neck and watched it disintegrate into a pile of green acid.  Once she got home, she took another quick shower and climbed into bed.

* * *

The room was dark, the soft sheets twisted around her heavy, sleep-laden limbs.  She shifted slowly and sighed as her leg brushed up against the body sleeping next to her.  She moved again, drawing closer to the lithe man, and sighed softly as strong arms wrapped around her.  Her head lifted from the pillow and she was gifted with a mouth setting comfortably on hers.  She tightened her arms around him, her fingers sliding over the taut muscles of his back as he settled between her legs, fitting into her curves. 

The kiss turned more passionate, his teeth nipping at her lips, the pressure increasing as his tongue claimed her mouth, tracing every tooth and crevice.  Keeping her eyes closed, she focused on every sensation, her hand moved over his back, moving down to grasp his ass, pulling him against her sharply, his hard cock rubbing along her thigh.  She could feel his mouth smiling as a moan escaped his lips, and he took the chance to break the kiss and move his lips along her chin and down over her jaw.  He suckled the sensitive skin of her neck, alternating between sucking kisses and tender bites and Faith felt her sleepy languor fade as tingling warmth flooded her body.

He traced the line of her jugular, moving to worship the hollow of her collarbone as she moved underneath him, her desire demanding more, harder, faster.  He seemed to sense her growing urgency, as he continued his downward motion, capturing a tight nipple and biting it sharply, eliciting a low moan that Faith was unable and unwilling to suppress. 

"Yeah, like that."  He granted her whispered plea, and worried the bud harshly, the sharp pain shooting through her, and she rubbed her hips against him, unable to find adequate friction against his hard stomach.  He moved to the other breast, treating the other nipple to the same reverent torture as Faith's breathing quickened, her hand moving quickly over his back and onto his hair, tugging at the short strands, not trying to pull him away but to somehow convince him to continue, to never stop. 

He released her, moving one hand between their clasped bodies and she shivered in anticipation as his finger tangled in the mound of wiry curls between her legs.  One sharp thrust of her hips and his fingertips were grazing the moist nub, her breath hissing out as at last her need was met.  He played with her, teasing her before a finger slid inside, his thumb stroking the tender pearl.  Her hips moving on their own, her inner muscles tightened over the finger that to her intense pleasure became two, and then three.  She could hear herself moaning, nonsensical words tumbling over her lips, begging him for more, begging for him to sheath his shaft inside her. 

The fingers withdrew and she whimpered, but he was already moving, settling higher between her legs, rising onto his elbows.  She felt the tip of him pressing against her entrance and she opened her eyes for the first time, staring into the brilliant blue gaze that seemed to search her, open to him her every need.

"Yes, please, Spike.  Yes…"  He kissed her lightly and then slid inside, her moist channel accepting him easily.  She raised her hips to meet his thrust, and now that her eyes were open, she was unable to look away, to break his heated stare that threatened her self control almost as much as the hard length thrusting swiftly inside her.  Moving fluidly together, her tender nipples rubbed against his chest, and she felt the pleasure building steadily, the feel of him filling her almost enough.  She wrapped her legs around him, using the strength of her thighs to pull him deeper with every stroke. 

He drove into her hard and her head fell back, breaking his magnetic gaze and his mouth fell to her neck, sucking her skin between his teeth, biting in rhythm with his increasingly powerful thrusts.  She was so close to orgasm, but hovering over on the edge until his hand returned to her folds, finding the sensitive bud and flicking it sharply.  She cried out as her body clenched, ecstasy flooding every inch, causing her toes to curl and her thighs to tighten around him.  Spike moaned above her, continuing to thrust as she rode her orgasm and his mouth tightened on the skin over her collarbone as he pounded into her one last time and came, flooding her with his seed. 

Shuddering together, he remained inside of her as their breathing slowed, and he fell to his side, his arms bringing her with him as they lay on their sides, their bodies still entwined.  She felt her eyes drop closed.   The last waves of pleasure abated and her body sank into warm and boneless comfort.  Spike kissed her, slowly and gently, his lips lightly caressing her mouth, lips, chin, jaw.  Her breathing slowed even more and she felt drowsy and safe, his arms tight around her, their bodies moist and warm where they connected. 

Spike's mouth moved to her earlobe, nuzzling it gently.  "Faith, I love you."  She grinned against his shoulder, happiness thrilling through her.

"Me too, Spike. I love you too."  She settled her head against his arm and sighed contentedly as she felt sleep tugging her into the warm darkness.  She tried to fight it lazily, wanting to hold onto the moment longer, but sleep was too welcoming and she floated away, safe in Spike's arms.

* * *

The sharp ring of the alarm clock startled her, and she sat up abruptly, her arms loosening their strangle hold on the pillow.  As she opened her eyes, the brightness of the room made her wince.  She looked to her side and saw the expanse of empty bed and the details of the dream floated back to her.  Hell, she had fucked, no worse, made love with Spike.  She had told Spike that she loved him.  She laughed and resisted the urge to smack herself upside the head and she remembered the feeling of Spike in her arms, inside her.  Great, she sighed to herself. 

The phone rang angrily in her ears and she picked it up.  "Hello?"

"Faith, it's Willow.  Is Spike there?"

"I dunno?"

"I was suppose to meet him last night, but he never showed.  I called his cell and he said he was on his way but some demons showed up at the club and everything went haywire.   I called Buffy, but by then everything was settled and the police had shown up.  Can you check to see if he is in his room?"

Faith rolled her still sleepy eye’s at the Witch’s babbling.  "Sure."  Faith dragged herself out of bed and made her way to Spike's room.  Her slayer senses went haywire as she entered the room, a faint smell of blood teasing her nose.    She put down the phone and made her way to the lump on the bed.  She pulled back the sheet to see Spike  - still in his duster - curled up in a ball staring blankly at her. "Spike?"

There was no response.  She pulled back his duster to find him shirtless and scarred.  Deep gashes ran from his collarbone to his navel.  She gasped at the ugly wounds.  Then she heard footsteps entering the apartment.

"Faithy?  Spikey?  It's Helio."  The man walked inside, looking around anxiously.  When he opened his door for his morning jog, he had noticed that his neighbour’s door was slightly open. "Faithy?  The door was open.  Are you ok?"  He yelled again as he walked into the living room.  That is when he noticed traces of bloody footsteps on the floor.

"Helio?  What are you doing you here?" Faith asked dashing toward the fridge.

"Are you alright?  Your door was open and...."  His voice trailed off as he looked at the floor.  She grabbed a bottle of blood and then noticed the dried red footsteps. 

"It's okay, Helio.  Spike had a little accident.  He broke a glass.  I have to get this place cleaned up and the door…Well that was my fault.  I was ehmm..."

"It's okay, Faithy.  I don't know if I really want an explanation.  I am sure what you to do in the privacy of your home is your business.  I just hope that he remembers the safety word next time, cause you must really play rough."  Helio smirked as he walked out of the apartment.

"Safety wo  ...That perv," Faith said as she dashed up the stairs. As carefully as she could she lifted up Spike’s head and brought the bottle to his mouth.  He drank a small amount of the liquid and then his eyes drifted shut.  It wasn't until he was fully asleep did she remember that Willow must still be on the phone.  She grabbed it and sure enough Willow was still waiting.

"Willow, Spike is here,"  Faith said passing her free had through her hair.  Seeing him like this was frazzling her a little bit more then she liked.

"Good.  So let me talk to him so that I can chew him out for last night."

"Will, ehmm, he's not much in a talking mood."

"What do you mean?  Is he hurt?"

"If you want to call it that.  I don't know what happened to him he seems kind of..."  A sudden realization.  Glory.

"I am coming over now!"  Before Faith could protest the loud buzz of the dial tone rang in her ears.

"Just great."