It was funny how it all went.
How Spike and Jet would keep their relationship under wraps.
Ed, being the clueless girl she is, wouldn't get it, god forbid Faye would ever find out.
When Faye knew all too well, ever since she invited herself to live on the Bebop, she knew something was up between them.
Her first sight was a few days after she joined, she heard Spike and Jet talking in Jets room, she heard her name come up a few times, she hid behind the doorway, at the time, she just wanted to find out what they were talking about. It seems as though Spike was complaining about Faye being on the ship, Faye was sort of offended by this, considering that how could they reject a beautiful woman like her. It was made up for, when Jet patted Spike and the back and pulled him in for a short kiss on the lips.
Faye has watched the ever since.
On days when she 'went out' and the boys would play, sit on the couch, kiss, cuddle, and Faye would watch, listen to Spike's needy moans, something she wished she could make Spike do for her, but this was just as good, and Jet would chuckled, smilling against his lips. And whisper sweet thinngs, Spike would let out a small chuckle and kiss him again, wet kissing sound would be heard and Faye ate it all up, watching this was like drinking wine and it made her feel all warm and giddy inside, and she would chuckle.
One time, as she watched Spike and Jet, she saw that they were a bit more comfortable when Faye was out, around the time, they were aware that Faye would be gone for a god few hours, enough to have a good shag on that run down couch again.
While Faye was certain she couldn't contain herself from seeing Jet pound Spike in an oblivion as Spike cried, begged for Jet, grunts, groans, heavy breaths and pants and the sound of skin smacking against each other, and those succulent moans from Spike that got Faye going, she never sat on that couch again.
At night is where things where really heated, Faye knew the ventilation system and would quietly crawl through the vents, and through the grates of the vent she could see who ever was on top, usually Spike was sitting up, lifting himself and slamming himself down on Jet, Faye bit her lips, smiling, her heart pounded, god, she loved this more than she should, she would love if Spike was hers like that, although, with her lacking a penis, she'll have to improvise, but this was just as good. Sometimes Jet's back was all she saw, and she would be disappointed, she wanted to see both, their faces, everything, just for her to love this to the fullest.
She loved how it sounded when they finish, Jet's loud roar, Spike's cry or strained expression so he doesn't wake anyone up, and Faye would smile, because she was awake, and watching, what they think is private is for a one-person audience. Faye licked her lips, wondering if Spike would cry out for her when he came, or just imagining it was enough for her, she knows it will never happen, so her fantasies and watching these moments between Spike and Jet was enough for her.
Sometimes she wondered if they knew, or if they suspected of her voyeurism, but often times, they were hoping she didn't know rather than if she was watching.
Spike and Jet finally told Faye after two months, Faye laughed when they were gone, because she knew all along.
She still watched, Spike and Jet became more at ease with Faye knowing, they were all adults, Jet thought it was childish, Spike wanted to keep it under wraps until Jet convinced him it was nothing to bad.
Faye still watched, love was everywhere, and she saw love every day from those two men, watching them make it, still, now she had the secret, of her watching.
Weird how secrets can go from both, to just one.