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spike had always been interested in your friendship with faye. you two were closer than anyone else (other than him of course). he was fine with you kissing each others cheeks affectionately.
you never assumed there was some underlying reason for his tolerance of it, other than he trusted you.
you were wrong.
you, spike and faye had been heavily drinking that night, ed off playing with ein and jet tending to his bonsai. you had no plans for tomorrow, so why not get wasted with them?
as more liquor and words flowed freely, spike eventually struck up an interesting proposition.
"ya know, dollface, you and faye should kiss."
you look at him, a smirk plastered on his face.
"huh?" faye slurs, before looking you up and down. "actually, im down."
"spike, are you-"
"love, you'd look so pretty, pressed up against faye, lookin down-right sinful kissin up on her."
you couldn't deny, the picture he painted with his words was enticing. "fine with me." you finally reply, watching as faye crawls over to you, climbing into your lap. her plush thighs straddle your legs, shorts riding up as you begin to kiss her jawline.
you can feel spikes eyes baring into the two of you, watching intently as faye whines as your hands grope at her ass, leaving lipstick marks dotted on her face.
"wish this was ya, spike? like seein ya girlfriend all nasty with me?" she taunts, grinding herself against you, earning a whine from you both.
"so fuckin pretty" is all he coos out, leaned back in the arm chair, eyes ravishing both of your bodies.
your lips finally meet faye's, the kiss messy and sloppy. between the booze and the fact faye was seated on you, your mind was a lust filled haze, hungry for more.
her hips continue to rock against yours, grinding her clothed cunt against yours as best as she could.
"shit, spike, you're a goddamn lucky man. who knew your girlfriend was such a slut for this?" she purrs, looking back at the bounty hunter.
her hands run over your chest, eliciting a small whimper from you. "so goddamn hot" spike rasp out, hand now palming himself through his pants as he watches.
"jealous?" faye coos, pressing her lips against yours again, her tongue pressing into your mouth. she pulls away, addressing him again. "i was thinkin, what if you and i turned this into a competition?"
"shit, as long as she looks pretty under you, and prettier under me." he groans.
"fine, whoever makes her cum the fastest wins." faye chirps, glancing down at you, cupping your face. "that okay, sweetheart?"
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