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"If you squirt me one more time, I swear I will break a plate right over your poofy haired head," Faye threatened as she blinked away water from her eyelashes. Spike was damn lucky he'd had his hands in the sink that just held dishes and water - she would have already knocked him out if there had been suds or sanitizer splashing onto her face.
Spike, grinning boyishly, resumed grabbing plates from the sink he was stationed at and set them on their ends in a drying rack on his other side.
"C'mon, Faye-Faye, live a little!"
She gave a long suffering sigh. "We tried that with the dine and dash. It didn't work out well for us now did it?" She gestured crankily at the stack of plates looming on her other side as she painstakingly hand washed the fragile ceramic.
Spike shrugged. "Not my fault you were in the bathroom when we spotted that bounty waltzing in." He gave her a sidelong look. "Of course, I do hold you entirely responsible for getting *me* caught by the hostess. You didn't have to shove that dessert cart right into my path, y'know."
Faye smiled at the memory of thwarting Spike's attempt to chase the bounty. Normally he was adept at dodging unexpected obstacles but the timing of Faye's exit from the washroom, her realization of what was happening, and her dramatic lunge to the nearby dessert cart a hapless waiter was showing another table all played out perfectly in getting the loaded cart right in Spike's path at a point where he simply couldn't jump or avoid it.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm sure it was hilarious to see," Spike muttered. "Sure added onto our bill though didn't it?"
Faye scoffed. "Oh whatever, you and Jet are jerks for trying to leave *me* to cover the check when you both know damn well I'm broke!"
"How would we know you lost all your woolongs at the race track? Anyway that's a terrible way to invest your cash." Spike told her with the air of someone who knows better.
She gave him a level look. "You spent your last earnings on a lasso. You can't even use the damn thing right!"
Frowning, Spike picked up a plate and used it to slosh water towards her threateningly. "It's a whip, not a lasso, and I'm gonna figure it out!"
Faye rolled her eyes. "Whatever. I think you just felt outclassed by that cowboy last month. Anyway you should have gotten a lasso, that's essentially just a rope and at least a rope can be useful without training!"
"That guy was obnoxious! I wasn't outclassed or outgunned or out-anything!" He sputtered.
"Oh really? A man who can rock a pair of chaps... With a fortune... And more stew than you can shake Ein at..."
"Yeah of course you'd be impressed by his wealth," Spike replied.
"If it wasn't for his attitude and ridiculous self esteem, I think it could've been love," Faye commented airily.
"Now who's being obnoxious and ridiculous," Spike grumbled.
Without warning, Faye dropped the plate she'd been working on into her sink of suds, plunged her hands into Spike's sink and swept a wave of water over the edge that soaked him from the waist down.
"Dammit woman!" Spike yelled as he used the plate in his hands to slop a large spray of water right back at her. Faye yelped as her outfit became just as sodden as Spike's, which stunned him into a moment of stillness as he registered how thin the pale pink fabric had been.
Faye took advantage of his distraction to leap at him bodily and they tumbled to the floor of the restaurant kitchen, a mess of knees and elbows and attempts at regaining their own feet while keeping the other stuck on the floor. In rather quick order it devolved from there to something else entirely as Spike kissed Faye or perhaps she kissed him. It soon didn't matter who had initiated the contact, but suddenly more important than breaking apart and winning the fight was the prospect of being the better kisser and making the other senseless.
Hands began to grope for purchase in hair or scrunched into fabric. Their breathing turned into panting whenever one managed to pull away enough to try and draw a fresh breath before the other engaged them in more kissing. Spike had lipstick nearly down to his chin and he'd managed to hike up Faye's skirt until it was dangerously close to revealing her entire ass to the crowd of workers who'd come running to investigate the commotion and were yelling back and forth - or possibly at Spike and Faye - though neither bounty hunter took any notice.
"You, uh, had a little frosting on your face," Faye murmured as she - laying sprawled atop Spike's prone form - stared down into his eyes with an unresolved passion gleaming in her own gaze.
"Jet better get that bounty so he can pay out way outta here soon or else we're gonna get arrested for indecent exposure," Spike replied as he tried to regain his breath. He squeezed her thigh for emphasis and Faye sucked in a sharp breath, bringing her mouth back down to his once again.
"Lunkhead," Faye mumbled against his lips. "You're not banging me on the dirty floor of a kitchen,"
She could feel the smile of his own lips before he managed to make a response. "Funny, that's not what you were saying the other night on the ship..."