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Faith glanced at Spike. "Thanks for paying my cover," she said.

He shrugged. "Least I could do," he quipped. He blinked in surprise and glanced down, seeing that Faith had grabbed his hand. "Slayer? What's this?" He held up their joined hands.

"Something is wrong with Red," Faith said. "Something that has to do with you. I want to find out what it is. So you and I are going to be a little more. . .friendly. . .than what she's used to. Nothing overboard, of course, but her reactions will let me know what's going on, I think. I have an idea what the problem is, but I just want to find out."

"Why don't you ask her?" Spike asked. "Why the ruse?"

"Because she won't tell me. I tried today. Come on, Spike, play with me."

Spike grumbled. "Fine, you bloody Slayer. But you owe me. Something good."

Faith brushed him off. "I'll let ya drink from me later." She had never offered her blood to either of the vampires in all the time she'd known them.

Spike stopped, turning to the Slayer. "Slayer's blood?" he asked softly.

Faith grinned at him, running her fingers down her neck. "Why, is there something special about Slayer's blood?" she asked teasingly.

He grabbed the girl and pulled her close, growling in her ear. "You know what the blood of a Slayer does to us," he purred. He ran his tongue along the outer edge of her ear. "You'd better make due with your promise."

She laughed. "I will. Come on!" She pulled Spike to the table where Xander and Cordelia were sitting. "Hey, guys!"

Spike sat down, pulling Faith into his lap. She smiled, wrapping her arm around the vampire's shoulders.

Xander's eyebrow rose. < Not good, not good. > "Hey. . .guys. When did you two start liking each other?"

"Slayer saved me life earlier. Told me I was important, and she didn't want me to die," Spike shrugged. "I decided maybe she wasn't *that* much of a chit."

Faith laughed, brushing her lips on his temple. "That would have sucked if you were dead!"

Spike smirked. "Where's me Sire?"

Cordelia pointed to the dance floor. "With Willow," she said.

Both Slayer and Vampire looked out on the floor, eyes narrowing. Both were jealous of the way Willow was being held by someone that wasn't them. "Why is he holding her like that?" Spike growled.

"That's what I'm thinking. I mean, could they *be* any closer without actually *having* sex?" Faith grumbled. She frowned. "Well, damn. I just figured it out. I know why she doesn't want to sleep with you first."

"Why?" Spike asked, glancing up at her.

"She wants Fang. At first, I was thinking maybe she wanted you, but now, I see she just wants him. And that makes sense, that's why she won't tell me."

"Why?" Xander asked, knowing that the Slayer couldn't be more wrong, but wascurious as to what the reason was.

"Because she knows. . .she, um, knows. . .thatIhavefeelingsforhim," Faith said, rushing all her words together in one breath.

"What?" Spike asked.

"She said," Cordelia said slowly, as if the two men sitting at the table with them were children, "that she has feelings for Angel."

"You do?" Xander asked, a small grin on his face. < This could work out for Willow! > "I thought you were a Slayer and that didn't happen."

Faith glanced over at Angel with a sigh. "It's the eyes. They are so deep and soulful. And he's so. . .nice. He treats me better than any man ever has."

"And Willow knows?" Xander asked.

"She doesn't know the feelings are as strong as they are," Faith said. "I couldn't bring myself to break her heart like that. I don't want her to think that I don't love her, cause I do. I just, I'm falling for someone else, too." She sighed. "They look good together. Not as good as her and Spike would look, but they look good."

Spike ran his fingers along Faith's neck. "I'll take care of you, pet, if you want me to," Spike said. "We can go out and kill things or something."

Faith smiled at Spike. "Thanks, Blondie."

"Oh. My. God. When you told me this morning, Xander, I didn't believe you, but *look*. It's Bitchy the Whiny Slayer," Cordelia said with a sneer.

Xander, Faith, and Spike glanced towards the door of the Bronze. Sure enough, Buffy had spotted them and was walking towards the table. "I thought I told her to stay away," Spike said.

Buffy reached the table. "Xander. . .can I talk to you?"

Xander shrugged. "Free country, Slayer. I'm listening."

Buffy winced at the way he referred to her as Slayer. "Um, I mean, alone."

Xander leaned forward, putting his elbows on the table. "This is my family. We don't keep secrets from each other. Whatever you say, they will hear anyway, so you might as well tell me here."

"Xander, please," Buffy begged. "It's about Willow's safety!" She glanced at Faith and Spike out of the corner of her eye.

Faith sized Buffy up. "So you are the old girl? You were the one everyone was so wild about? What's so hot about her?" she asked Spike.

Spike shifted, groaning softly as Faith brushed against his crotch. Because of the Slayer sitting in his lap, her warmth and the smell of her intoxicating blood so close, he was beginning to get aroused. "Huh? Hot about Bitchy? I don't know what's hot about Bitchy." He grinned up at Faith. "I myself prefer dark hair. . ." He twisted his fingers through Faith's hair. "Red or brown, and dark eyes."

"Unless they are green?" Faith grinned, her own eyes twinkling.

"Right. Oh, and the ability to bring one's demon out and make him a bastard, that is *such* a turn off," Spike sneered at Buffy.

"Shut up, Spike," Buffy snapped.

Spike narrowed his eyes. "Have you forgotten about last night? I warned you, Bitchy."

Buffy grabbed Xander's arm. "Come *on*, Xander, this is *serious*." She pulled him across the floor, away from the table.

"HEY!" Cordelia yelled, stomping off after the Slayer and her boyfriend. "Get your Slutty ass hands off of my man!"

Spike smirked. "Xander needs to deal with her a little. We'll go save him in a few minutes. Besides, I'm curious to see if she will tell them more about her little dream."

"Right, right," Faith said, huskily. "The one where you are pounding into Willow and I'm riding Angel like a pony."

Spike looked up at her, a slow smile spreading on his smile. "I think I like the idea of that, pounding into your girlfriend."

Faith stood up and turned, sliding her leg over his. She straddled him, grinning down at him. She grinded her hips into his quickly hardening arousal. "Tell me about it, how would you take her?"

Spike's eyes darkened to almost midnight blue as he imagined his first time with the witch. "I would tie her up, so she couldn't fight me anymore. Of course, by this point, she wouldn't want to be fighting me. I would nip at her skin, teasing her, brushing my lips against her nipples and her lips and her center, but never staying long enough to please her." Spike grabbed Faith's hips and pressed the warm body harder into his erection. He moaned softly. "I'd love to sink my fangs into her breast, just enough so there are two small holes. I'd nuzzle her while I drank, slipping a finger, then another into her sex. . ."

Faith closed her eyes and leaned down, running her tongue along Spike's ear. "She is *so* tight, Spike. The biggest thing she's fucked are my three fingers, and I can already feel that you are bigger than that. She would cry out, probably buck against you. I want you to have that, I want you to be her first."

Spike growled in agreement, his throat not able to make out words at the moment.

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