Love Is Blind

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--------------------------------------------------------(Stella\'s POV)-----------------------------------------------------

I was terribly surprised to see him, and I guess that much was obvious. I remembered seeing Spike for the first time while being hospitalized and, if it weren\'t for my current disposition, I probably would\'ve told myself how incredibly handsome he was.

Now that I actually had all the curtains open and he was standing there directly before me, I knew that it would be hard to look at him the same way for the rest of my life. His face was so charming...beautiful, even.

Spike had never really told me what he wanted of me, yet I didn\'t care; I was just so glad to finally have some company. Nobody had come to visit me after Roco died, so I had been terribly lonesome and desolate in my little desert home.

So now, pouring him a cup of tea, I couldn\'t help but feel a youthful giddiness stir deep within my soul as I watched him smile at me before taking the cup by the handle and lifting it up to his lips. Oh, how I longed to be that cup...

Once he came to realize that I was watching him, his smile only deepened, his deep, sultry voice caressing my ears as he asked casually, \"So how\'s life been treating you, Stella? I really wished that we didn\'t lose contact like this, but...well...shit happens, right?\"

I nodded, feeling ridiculously foolish as a brilliant shade of scarlet stained my cheeks for no apparent reason at all. Spike seemed to notice, yet refrained from saying anything and just kept giving me that knowing smile of his.

Coughing, I returned rather meekly, \"Everything\'s been fine...a tad lonesome and tedious, but that\'s to be expected when I live all the way out here, right?\" I forced a meager smile, hoping that I didn\'t appear to be too desperate for company.

Spike, on the other hand, seemed to be perfectly fine with my peculiar attitude, his eyes dragging lazily across the tablecloth before resting briefly upon my bosom, my neck, and then my face.

I blushed.

What was he thinking?

---------------------------------------------------------(Spike\'s POV)----------------------------------------------------

I inwardly scolded myself upon noticing Stella\'s rosy-colored cheeks, yet I couldn\'t help but somewhat reveal my risque intentions. I was sporting a boner the size of a log, after all...

Realizing that she was starting to get up, I reached out and seized her by the wrist, praying that I hadn\'t scared her off. \"Where are you going?\", I demanded, desperately trying to disguise the lusty undertones of my voice.

\"I...I need to take these dishes to the sink\", Stella returned meekly, thus causing me to release her in an instant. I didn\'t need to be so brash...

Noticing her scurry off toward another hallway, however, I instantly knew that she wasn\'t just dropping off some dishes. Deciding to follow her (all against my better judgement, I suppose), I arose from the table and hobbled in the direction that she had headed, wincing as the surprisingly rough fabric of my pants continued to rub against my crotch. Shit...

At the end of the hallway there was just a humble bathroom, yet it was more than obvious that it had an occupant within its cramped-up space. Pressing my ear against the thick wood, I tried to find out what on earth my hostess was doing in there that she couldn\'t wait for until I\'d left, only to hear a sound that I knew all too well: urination.

Passing a hand through my mass of hair I sighed, realizing that I truly was an ass; how hadn\'t I figured out that Stella would naturally want to be expelling wastes like a normal human being opposed to hiding from me? More humiliating still, I found that I was even more aroused than before.

Groaning, I fell back against the opposing wall behind me and heaved a sigh, subconsciously stroking my manhood with the hopes of calming my unabashed desires.

What had I gotten myself into?
--------------------------------------------------------(Faye\'s POV)------------------------------------------------------

To say that I was angry was an understatement. I was pissed-fucking-OFF. Where the hell had that cowboy run off to, and why didn\'t he want to tell me!?

Sighing, I gently cradled my head in my hands and glanced lazily over at the computer on the table in the commons, inwardly hoping that Spike would try to communicate me. I knew deep-down that I was fooling myself, but a girl could dream, right?

All this mess pretty much started after our first little fuck, which was about three months ago, if you count today. The cowboy and I had been trapped in a closet thanks entirely to Ed and her shenanigans, so one thing led to the other, and the next thing you know I\'m having the best sex of my life. He had been all that I wanted and much more, so we began arranging even more \"play dates\".

I think that Jet had a vague idea as to what was going on, but was smart enough not to ask. Spike and I are both far too proud for our own good, so he wouldn\'t end up getting a confession even if he wanted one.

Now that this has been going on for so long, I couldn\'t help but become attached, you know? I wanted commitment, but did Spike?? Oh, hell no; of course not. He\'s too concerned with his own balls to figure out that another human being actually has feelings for him.

Asshole.

I had decided long ago that I wouldn\'t let this affect me, but it obviously has, huh? I mean, I can normally turn my outer facade on and off whenever I deem necessary, but lately...well...I just can\'t look at things the same way. I\'m ready for love, and now that Spike\'s decided that he doesn\'t want me anymore, I don\'t know what to do.

What can I do?

--------------------------------------------------------(3rd Person POV)-------------------------------------------------

Stella emerged from the bathroom with all of her previous anxieties mostly diminished; that is, until she caught Spike masturbating in front of her bedroom door.

\"Oh, dear Lord!\", she exclaimed, now absolutely horrified. As Spike tried to explain himself, the brunette hurriedly rushed for the nearest exit, only to have the cowboy seize her by the wrist and viciously pin her in-between himself and the wall.

The throbbing log between Stella\'s legs was enough to set her off into a mini series of shrieks, yet Spike took her by the chin and forced his mouth roughly upon her own.

Trembling, the brunette felt something alien milking in-between her legs, her panties now moist as her heart pounded wildly within her chest, the realization that she had to be a virgin dawning on Spike and making the situation all the more exciting.

Nipping at Stella\'s fluttering pulse, the mossy-haired cowboy wedged his leg in-between her own pair and decided that one way or another, she would be his, even if that meant just for one night.


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