I want a girl with lips like morphine,
Knock me out every time they touch me.
I wanna feel a kiss just crush me,
And break me down.
Knock me out (knock me out),
Knock me out (knock me out).
Cause I've waited for all my life,
To be here with you tonight.
I want a girl with lips like morphine,
Blow a kiss that leaves me gasping.And I wanna feel that lightning strike me, And burn me down.
Faye looked up at him uncertainly as his words sank in. She opened her mouth to speak, then shut it again. This was unfamiliar territory; Spike admitting to anything was unheard of, and him confessing to her was like a shock to the system. Of the two men aboard the ship, she least expected Spike to be the one to come looking for her – after all, Jet was supposed to be the sensitive one. His words left her feeling vulnerable, and she didn’t like him having that kind of power over her emotions. She couldn't think of anything to say, so she glared at him.
She slid from the stool and turned on her heels to walk away, knowing what his reaction would be when she turned her back on him.
Sure enough, she was stopped in her tracks when he grabbed her wrist, pulling her back. She whirled around to face him, green eyes blazing.
“Don’t walk away from me, dammit,” he growled, tightening his grip.
“Let go,” she snarled, pulling out of his grasp.
“So why the hell did you take off this time?” he demanded, glaring back. “What's wrong with you?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” she snapped back, shoving him vehemently.
Spike stared back at her as he tried not to think about why he’d even gone searching for her. With Faye standing right in front of him with a smug look on her face, he wondered how he ever thought that he needed her. She is the biggest pain in the ass, he thought irritably. He frowned and grabbed her shoulders, trying to shake the answer into her. Faye gave a small grunt of pain until he lessened his grip. He bent down to look into her eyes, his own sudden anger dissolving at the doubt he saw there. She squirmed nervously under his intense stare but boldly kept her eyes locked on his.
“Why can't you just stay on the ship?” he sighed, conscious of how fragile she felt beneath his hands.
“Why can't you answer me?” she murmured as she dropped her eyes and edged away from him.
Spike tightened his grip, preventing her escape, and leaned forward to brush the corner of her mouth with his lips, smiling as she gasped and stared up at him.
“Does this answer your question?” he asked softly and swallowed her surprise with a kiss.
