RockStarPeach

In my story Worlds Apart there was a scene where Spike and Faith hooked up, but I didn't go into detail and it gave me a hankering for some Spike/Faith so I wrote this to amuse myself.  And also because it has a happy ending :)

Title:  That One Time with Faith

Summary:  That one time that Spike was with Faith.  Set Post Hole in the World

Rating: R

On with the Show

 

***

 

Spike was done.  He couldn't take any more of Wolfram and Hart, any more of LA's bullshit, any more loss, any more Angel.

 

At first he thought he could stick around.  Even after what happened to Fred... thought she would have wanted him to stay, and keep on with the fight for good.  But the thing was, he wasn't sure that's what he had been doing.  Maybe Angel had been seduced, but he was still a bit weary.  Even with the good guys supposedly in charge, an evil law firm was still just that.  An EVIL law firm.  None of them should have been there in the first place.  Why was Spike the only that could see that?

 

He had a feeling things were going to go from bad to worse in Los Angeles, so Spike was getting out while he could.  The problem was, he had nowhere to go.  He had thought of Sunnydale as home for years now, but it was gone.  He still didn't feel up to seeing Buffy.  He knew she’d never love him, and truth was, he didn’t really love her anymore either.  Not like he had.  He’d probably be welcome enough with any of the Scoobies, professionally, if not personally.  There was plenty to do building up the Watchers council, and his skills would be more appreciated there than they were here with Angel.  But he didn’t really trust the council any more than he trusted Wolfram and Hart.  They were well intentioned, but…

 

He still wanted to fight the good fight, but not for a corporation or some secret facility with who knew what intentions, not in an office, signing papers.  He wanted to be out there where the people were, making a difference to faces he could see, giving him a reason to keep going.  Well, what do you know?  He was a hero after all.  Seems just as Angel had lost the mission, Spike had found it.

 

Say, wasn’t there a Hellmouth in Cleveland?

 

***

 

Turns out being a hero every night didn’t pay the rent.  Or for smokes, or booze or a kick-ass stereo system with tonnes of new CD’s and widescreen hi-def telly with a premium cable package.  It did get him a few dates, mind, but none who wanted to sick around while their beau went out every night to rescue other damsels. 

 

So, Spike got a job.  And not a cool job either.  He wasn’t a bartender, or a stripper, or a writer, or a financial consultant.  Okay, so that last one wasn’t very cool, but still, his job was even less so.  He worked the midnight shift at a convenience store.  It wasn’t hard to get the job.  He had some papers in order, courtesy of Wolfram and Hart, so he was a legal U.S. citizen, social security number in check, fully able to work.  And he wasn’t exactly living in a great part of town, so there was pretty much no competition when we went to the manager of the Seven Eleven and asked to work after dark.

 

He’d sleep during the day, wake up drink some dinner, head out to patrol, work a shift serving cigarettes and soda and milk to people who couldn’t, or didn’t want to, get out during the day, patrol again after his shift, and then head home to sleep the day again.  Sure he’d break up the monotony with listening to some tunes while he showered, or watching a movie while he ate, or shagging one of the people he saved, but it was a pretty lonely existence.  Worth it still, cause he felt the work needed to be done, and he did kind of get off on knowing he’d kept someone or other safe from latest big bad in the area, but he’d really have appreciated some steady company all the same.

 

***

 

It was 5 minutes to 6 in the morning.  5 minutes to the end of his shift, and one more patrol of the area before heading home.  He opened the register to count the money… yup all there, then bent down to put in into the safe before Lacey showed up to relieve him.  Just as he was closing the safe up he heard the door open and someone come in.  Figuring it was Lacey, he thought nothing of it as he turned his back to counter to light a cigarette.  But as he inhaled the first puff of nicotine, he felt his body tighten and hairs stand on end.  Only a certain group of girls could make him feel this way.

 

He heard the woman behind him place something down on the counter and ask, “Got an extra smoke blondie?”

 

He turned, body still tense, ready for a fight.  He relaxed when he saw who it was, then tensed again, because he couldn’t be sure she wasn’t here to kill him after all. “Faith?” he asked, his curiosity about seeing her evident.

 

“Spike?” she countered, clearly just as surprised to see him as he was to see her.  She tried to discreetly pull the stake she had placed down earlier back into her possession, not wanting him to think she wanted a fight.  She had just sensed ‘Vampire’ when she came in here, so who could blame a girl for not thinking it might be one of the only two with a soul in the world.  What in the hell was Spike doing working at a 7-11 in Cleveland anyway?  Wasn’t he dead?  Not that she really thought that could stop someone from cashier hell.

 

‘’What are you doing here?’  She asked, incredulous.

 

“That’s a long story pet,” he answered.

 

“I’ve got time.”

 

***

 

2 hours later found them in Faiths dingy basement apartment, just a few short blocks from Spikes own not quite as hovel-like eight floor dive.  Turns out the watchers council paid even less than Spike made at the store.  Over coffee and candy bars and cigarettes Spike had told Faith all about his resurrection from the amulet, and his being made corporeal, and his self imposed banishment to the only remaining North American Hellmouth he was comfortable guarding.  There was one in Iqualuit, but damn, it was cold there.

 

Faith, in turn, told Spike about the Watcher’s council being rebuilt, under Giles, and B and her sis living in Rome, not really doing the slayer thing anymore, and herself, even working for the council, still not really excepted and banished to Cleveland with two other Slayers, living across town, to stave off any apocalypses brewing here.

 

Once they’d shed themselves of their emotional burdens, they felt a bit of solidarity.  A very small bit, but after all, each was a familiar figure in the face of the dreadful loneliness they both suffered.  So it wasn’t altogether a surprise when half way through ‘The Matrix’ on Faiths tiny little screen, she moved closer to Spike on the couch, pulled his head close to hers with one arm, and smashed their lips together in a punishing kiss.

 

 

Spike wasn’t hesitant in his response.  He attacked his partner with equal fervour, not wanting to waste a second of intimacy with something who wanted him, and not just an anonymous hero.  And good God, Faith was hot.  He counted himself lucky to have a crack at a woman like this.  It wasn’t likely to go further he knew, but still, once was better than nothing.

 

It had been a really long time since he had been with someone as strong as she was, so he was more than willing to let Faith take the active role in this coupling.  He leaned back on the sofa, opening his mouth wider, splaying his body wider, pushing his groin higher, for his slayers enjoyment.  As Faith’s hand wandered ever closer to his increasingly hard shaft he forgot to remember just which slayer he was supposed to be submitting to.

 

He cried out when Faith palmed his dick, hard, and reciprocated with his own grip on the back of her head, pulling her down so he could kiss her back with just as much passion.  He let his other hand meet the first, and travelled down her neck and across her side, to circle around her waist.  He hoisted her up onto his lap, thrusting up into her, and when he remembered he was to be the passive partner in this, he immediately relaxed.

 

Faith wasted no time in thrusting back down on him, rubbing her crotch against his, while continuing to assault his mouth.  After only a few seconds she reached down to unerringly find the hem of his t-shirt and pull it up over his head with a single swipe.  She sought out his nipples with both hands, and tweaked them none too gently between her fingers.

 

God, it had been so long since he had been touched like this.  It brought back memories.  He was sorely tempted to turn over on the sofa and present himself to the taking, but he was pretty sure that for all her aggressiveness, Faith wanted him to do the actual taking here.

 

His conjectures were validated when she realised he was on board with her actions, and dropped her arms to her sides, arching herself toward him, acquiescently.  Spike followed her earlier lead, and stripped Faith of her own t-shirt in short order.  Her bra, conveniently, was front closure, so it was with an expert flick of his wrist that he had her naked from the waist up, writhing tightly against his own bare chest, hard nipples pressed solidly against his own.

 

He closed his mouth against her neck, laving sweet kisses up and down, relishing her involuntary shivers.  He slid a hand down her back and inside her trousers to cup firmly against her ass, and ground them together even more forcefully.  At her open mouthed gasp he let go momentarily, only to switch their positions, so that Faith was laying on her back on the sofa, Spike between her legs.

 

He could tell by her stiffened posture that she wasn’t entirely comfortable with this position.  She clearly wasn’t used to being on the bottom.  Well, too damn bad.  As much as his instinct a moment ago told him to submit, Faiths recent hesitation gave his predator all the opportunity it needed to come to the fore.  He gripped harder on her wrists, pushed harder down into the cushions with their bodies, and was rewarded with a soft moan and a reciprocal thrust of hips.  Oh yeah, she was getting off on it.

 

He reached to undo her jeans, but almost before he got his fingers around the top button he found his own wrist snatched by a nimble hand and thrust behind his back.  “Bedroom, big guy,” she murmured into his mouth, and he was only too happy to be lead up off the couch and through the apartment toward the bed. 

 

She backed him into the bedroom, and stopped just as him knees hit the edge of the bed.  She let go his hands, and backed up a few paces.  With a coy look that Spike just knew was phoney she began to unbutton her own jeans and slowly slide them down her long, shapely legs.  Slaying wasn’t only good for saving people; it also built a hell of a physique, and she wasn’t shy about showing it off.

 

Spike, again adopting the role of the seduced, sat back on the bed and watched with rapt attention.  Faith turned her back to him, then, and slinked her panties down past her hips, over her legs, and bent at the waist to remove them the rest of the way, showing off her tight, round backside.

 

About to lose his patience and dive right in, Spike was relieved when Faith rounded on him and pushed him back on the bad, climbing on top, straddling him.  He reached both hands up to touch her- somewhere – but she slammed them both back down against the mattress, scooting off and quickly undoing his pants and sliding them down in one sleek movement. 

 

She was impressed at what she saw spring free from the confines of his jeans, and she had seen a few woodys in her time, so that was saying something.  She leaned in close, savouring the delectable scent, and pushed her face down closer still, so that she could lick the proffered penis from bottom to top.  Damn!  But that tasted good.

 

Shit!  That felt amazing.  He tried, valiantly, not to thrust up into her mouth as she fully engulfed him, but it felt better than anything he’d felt in a good long while.  He could honestly say it was the best warm hole he had ever put his pecker in.  This girl certainly knew what she was doing.  He happily let her continue the blow job for a few minutes, but as the intensity increased and he felt further on edge, he brought his hand down to her head and gently eased her off her task.

 

“What’s up?  Not as good as what you’re used to?” she asked with a little hurt in her voice.

 

He had no trouble answering honestly, “Exactly the opposite, pet. Bit too good, if you catch my drift.”

 

She smiled down at him as her confidence was restored.  “Shift ‘round, sweetheart,” he commentated as he directed her body to where he wanted it:  One hundred eighty degree angle to his, legs spread over his face.  Tired of holding himself back, and sensing she needed a little validation, Spike pressed his mouth up into her folds, tonguing her lips and clit mercilessly. 

 

She bucked down into his mouth and filled her own mouth with his cock to keep from shouting out.  Her muffled cries weren’t lost on Spike, and he continued his enthusiastic assault until Faith shifted their positions once more. Too close herself, and not wanting to come until Spike was fully seated inside her, she abruptly shifted position so that she was again straddling his waist, his stiff cock brushing up against the crack of her ass.

 

He pushed his head up to claim her in another forceful kiss, and both were lost to the sensation.  He manoeuvred her down so that her opening was lined up with his shaft, but waited for her to complete the movement.

 

As worked up as she was, it didn’t take long for her to impale herself on him and they worked together at a furious pace, each half afraid the other would disappear if they slowed down at all, or shut their eyes.  When Spike felt Faith clench down around him and shout out in orgasm, he was mildly disappointed when his own climax was wrenched from him. 

 

Sure, it was great, all orgasms are right?  But it was lacking.  Emotionally.  Was it because it wasn’t the right Slayer?  Wasn’t the right hero?  Maybe.  Was it because he wanted more from Faith than a quick fuck in a low rent apartment, and then back to his sad, lonely life.  Likely.  Either way, too damned bad for him.  His life was what it was, and he couldn’t go crying about it.  Besides, Faith seemed pretty happy. 

 

She snuggled up next to him, thankful for the coolness of his body against the sex-induced heat of her own.  “Stay,” she offered, quietly, not wanting the moment to be over just yet. “Just till we get some sleep.” 

 

“Course pet.  No worries.  I’ll be right here.”  He needed this one day of comfort, one day with someone who knew him, who wanted to be with him for him, not for protection, just as much as she did.  He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and nestled her head down onto his chest.  They both took a deep, nervous breath and settled into each other, to fall into a deep sleep.

 

***

 

Spike’s vampire senses woke him minutes after sunset.  Time to head home to get ready for patrol and another fun-filled shift working a cash register.  As much fun as he had with Faith that day, he wasn’t sure about what had happened between them and they still had to guard the same Hellmouth, live in the same bleedin’ neighbourhood!  So it was probably best all around if they both just forgot about his for now.

 

Not wanting to leaving her to wake up alone, be nudged her slightly as he got out of bed.  She came around slowly as he was getting his pants on and looked at his quizzically.  “You leavin’?”

 

“Yeah pet.  Sun’s down.  Gotta get back home.  Go to work.”  Seeing the slightly deflated look on her face he added, “Why don’t we get together tomorrow?  Patrol or some such.  If it goes alright maybe make a regular date of it?”

 

Faith couldn’t hold back her genuine smile at his offer.  She was delighted to have someone to hang out with besides the other two slayers in town, that she was here to chaperone.  “Sounds great blondie.  Just try to keep up, alright?  Can’t be slowing myself down just to keep pace with your sorry ass.”

 

He smiled back and leant to place a kiss on her offered cheek.  He pulled his t-shirt over his head and slipped on his shoes, and winked at her as he let himself out the door.

 

On the way back to his own Spartan apartment, on an empty, early evening Cleveland sideroad, Spike allowed himself to feel something he hadn’t felt in a very long time.  Hope for the future.  Maybe Cleveland wasn’t going to be so bad after all.

 

END