Date Night - Tumblr Posts - Page 2
"Hey, lady across the bar says 'heads up' whatever that's about," A bored looking bartender relayed to Spike before moseying off towards an arrogant looking couple waving a woolong card in the air.
Curious, Spike looked up from his beer and across the open area that was the bartender's domain over to the knockout sitting primly and smirking at him. Faye had pulled out all the stops tonight. She was in a sequin dress cut nearly to the navel and with a side slit to just about the top of her right thigh. It was a shade of green to match her eyes but when the sequins caught the muted light of the bar they shimmered to a blue shade that reminded him of the ocean. Fuck, she was a tall drink of water that's for sure.
Holding his gaze, she reached for the garnish in her martini and slowly slide the olive off the toothpick. Keeping her eyes on him, she held the olive between two fingers of her left hand and waggled her right hand at him before curling back her pointer finger and then flicking it forward to launch the olive across the intervening space towards him.
Bemused, Spike jerked slightly to the side to catch it in his mouth and, swallowing it, flashed her a grin while raising his hands in a 'what the fuck' gesture.
Faye took a leisurely sip of her drink before leaning forward against the bartop to stage whisper to him. "Olive you," She purred, making the word olive sound like 'I love' and then she blew him a kiss for emphasis.
Chuckling, Spike lifted his beer and tilted it towards her in a show of appreciation. "You're such a goof," He called back. "Get over here and let me see if I can eat this," A pause as he brought the olive back into play, "out of your belly button which I can see from here," He let his gaze drift down her svelte figure.
Her eyes lit up in amusement and arousal. Delicately gripping the stem of her martini glass she sashayed her way over to him with exaggerated hip movement that made his heart beat faster. That slit was teasing him with the easy access it could provide to the sensual heart of this wild woman. She set down her glass when she reached him and dipped a finger in it before using that wet digit to trail down the valley between her breasts and down down down to circle her own bellybutton.
His breath caught in his throat. What a saucy little minx!
"I thought you wanted to pick up a stranger tonight," He said, still feeling a bit hurt at her earlier announcement before they'd parted ways on the ship only to end up at the same bar hours later.
Faye leaned in close, taking her hands and running them up his lapel until she could rest them on his shoulders. She went on the tippy toe of her ridiculously tall heels, pressing her ample bosom against his chest, and spoke so close to his ear that he could feel her lips caress the shell with every word she spoke.
"I sure did, cowboy. And you're the strangest man I know,"
He dropped the olive on the floor carelessly as his hands found their way to her hips. "You made me think you were bored of me already," He accused, squeezing her hips.
"Mm really? I don't know how you got that impression... But by all means, let me show you exactly how exciting I find our life together," One of her hands had somehow weaseled its way to the zipper of his pants and was toying with it. "I bet with this dress on... If I stand riiiight here... No one would be the wiser..."
A hasty glance around the bar seemed to verify her words. The bartender was still busy with the arrogant couple and the rest of the barflies seemed immersed in their own drinks and woes or celebrations as the case may be. Faye didn't bother waiting for a response from him. She discreetly took matters into her own hands and it was all Spike could do to try and pretend nothing at all was amiss as she worked her magic and eased him inside.
Faye was something else, that's for sure, but he was damn grateful that she was his.
“My lady, we’re here. This place makes amazing pizza for both yokai and humans.”