A/N: This was the mature chapter I was refering to, I have to admit it's not my forte, so I'd like some feed back. Once again I'd like to remind any readers I might have that this is NOT a love story.
Thank you ubergrif500! I'm glad you've enjoyed it so far! I hope you continue to enjoy it.

Adult Humour

It wasn't until the second day extra that Spike saw Shaheena again. She was looking better, happier this time when she walked in. Her bruise had disappeared and the smile on her face simply radiated from her. She sat beside him, and helped herself to one of his smokes.

"You look happy," he commented, holding out a lighter.

"I am."

"Why's that?"

"I have a plan."

"You do?"

"Nuh uh uh, I can't tell you what it is yet. Otherwise the plan will fail. I never tell anyone my plans until I am certain they're going to work."

His face fell a little. "Listen… Shaheena… I'm going to be moving on from Mars soon, we have our next mark, he's on Europa."

"My sister's on Europa," Shaheena said brightly, "last time I spoke to her, she said it was lovely there."

He looked at her stunned. She looked back at him, the smile on her face was sad.

"I was expecting you to leave long ago… I just never thought you'd say good bye. I don't like good byes."

"Me neither."

"In that case, I propose we drink yourselves silly!"

"Now that I will second."

"Stretch! Bottle of whiskey, bottle of scotch and… bottle of vodka!"

The bar tender looked uncertain.

"We're paying you aren't we?"

He shrugged, and pulled up the bottles asked for and set them on the counter, and held his hand out for the money. The two split the price, asked for a couple of glasses and got started.

It had been a long time since Spike had drank alcohol to get drunk. And he was enjoying it. While they still spoke, they found themselves playing drinking games.

The night wore on, the drinking increased and the ability to make coherent decisions did just the opposite. While Spike was certainly not pissed, and neither was Shaheena, but the time they had finished the small vodka bottle, the large scotch bottle and started on the whiskey, the two of them were definitely under the influence.

"You know what?" Spike grinned at her, stupidly.

"What?" she looked at him. He leaned forewords and kissed her. It was clumsy, and childish, but his intent was certainly felt.

She laughed and pulled away, standing up, pulling him closer. "My place?" she muttered.

"Of coarse. I have children on my ship."

"Oh yes… Ed, I remember… strange name for a girl." She pulled on her jackets, picked up her belongings while Spike did the same and grabbed the whiskey bottle on the way out.

The two of them stumbled onto the street, turning off to the right. The two of them should have been relying on each other to keep in a straight line and keep walking, but they were laughing to much, stopping and getting distracted by the other's mouths, hand running through hair, clutching at skin and biting at necks.

Neither was sure how long it took to get to her place but half was through Spike apparently trying to take a chuck out of her shoulder she shooed him away and unlocked a door. She beckoned him in after her, and he followed quite happily.

As she led him up the stairs, falling over and crashing into doors and walls, Spike couldn't quite remember why he had even agreed to come with her. He didn't love her, he didn't even really care about her beyond a humanitarian point of view. And still he could not deny that he was drawn to her, it was the reason why that still eluded him.

They crashed into a final door, she unlocked it, and let herself in, Spike followed soon after and slammed it shut behind him. He caught sight of her dashing into a room on the right hand side, just before the small corridor opened into a modest size living space with a nice view of the down town.

He chased after her, and found her standing unsteadily at the foot of her bed in a room full of mess; paper, pens, books, weapons, clothes, shoes, bags… the place was chaotic. But it was hers, there was no denying that he had strayed on to her territory. It only served to excite him more. Delving into the unknown, no matter what content it was in, made him feel alive again.

He looked back at the smaller woman before him. The slightly built frame, the short black hair, the wide green eyes… she was completely different to the woman he truly loved… so it made no sense… why did it have to make sense. He smirked, reaching for a cigarette, he stopped then changed his mind. In one fluid movement, he put the whiskey bottle down, walked forewords, pulled Shaheena towards him and pressed his mouth hungrily to hers. The returned kiss was just as fierce, just as boisterous, as though she too were fighting for dominance.

He found himself pulled at his own clothes as she pulled off her jumper, then t-shirt and finally bra. He almost ripped off his blazer, his yellow shirt, black tie, then as if he could not be away from her, her pulled her back into his arms, the heated kiss returned. Only in their inebriated state, they lost balance, and fell unceremoniously onto the bed.

That was when the laughter started, as their heads banged together. She grinned as she looked at him, eyes unfocused, hair a mess, her skin streaked with red where he pulled at her to come closer.

"This might be a very bad idea," she purred in his ear, leaning against her elbows.

"Haha… you need to meet my friends… they say I live by bad mistakes… I live by instincts…"

"Best way to live," she muttered, reaching out and pulling him closer to her, her hand locked in his mass of hair, "only fun way."

Again the kiss was back, this time desperate. Her hands racked through his hair, down his neck along his back, as though she were getting to know every inch of his skin. He smirked against the kiss, letting his fingers slide down her spin, she shivered, pressing her body closer to him. His kiss wandered away from her mouth and down to her neck, she shivered again, biting her lip, the same thing happened as he bit down on the nape of her neck, she gasped.

The dance happened, getting to know every nook and cranny of the other's body, what made them gasp, sigh, moan. Finally Spike could no longer hold back, holding a woman like this, feeling her bare breast against him, her breath in his ear, reacting to ever little movement he made… it had definitely been far too long.

He slowed the kiss, down to a slow march from her belly button, up between her breasts, her neck, to her mouth again, as his long deft fingers unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them down her legs, discarding any underwear she may have worn with them. His hand slide back up her legs, sliding to the inside of her thigh, his kisses had paused at the space between her breasts, he could feel her holding back a gasp, the strong muscles tense. He smirked, and continued sliding his hands up her body to clutch at her breast. She moaned.

"Oh you're cruel…" she complained.

"I live by instincts," he replied.

He felt a strange swooping sensation and he found himself on his back, Shaheena's naked form straddling his crotch. Her mouth made an 'O' shape then she grinned. "Obviously… I didn't know I could have such an effect on, Spike…"

"You don't give yourself enough credit."

"Clearly…"

She leaned forewords, her hands on his stomach, squeezing her modest bust between her upper arms, rocking her body against his clothed member. He gritted his teeth, and closed his eyes, snapping out his hand and grabbed her hips, stopping the movement.

"Now that it evil," he snarled. He moved his hands down, and unbuttoned his pants. "I don't want these ruined… understood."

She battered her eye lids, but moved the pants away, leaving his boxers, which again she seemed to be reluctant to move. And the rocking motion was back. He grunted, she just liked teasing him. Well two could play at that game.

"You know these are good quality and…" he move his hand from her hips to between her legs, where her sex met his, "staining them would be a crime…" He pushed his fingers upwards there was a gasp, as he suspected, she may have been teasing him, but she was just as turned on as he was. She was just as frustrated as he was.

"No fair," she panted as he pushed up gently against the moistening opening, rubbing so softly, so gently, "no… no fair."

"Oh very fair."

He moved his hand quickly, and efficiently, flipped them back around, she landed on her back, her legs lock at his waist. She tried to move forewords, to remove his boxers, but now it was his turn. He grabbed her hands, pulling them back above her head, his sucked against her as his free hand caressed her breasts, her nipples in turn. She arched against his touch, wanting more, his hand travelled slowly down her flat stomach, down to her abdomen, his kissed too moved further down her neck, back to her sternum. He hesitated at her abdomen and grinned, his fingers tracing down her thigh instead.

"No don't ple-" she cut herself off into a gasp, as his fingers found their way to the inside of her thigh, moving their way up. He found her smooth as silk, moist and shivering as he got to know the most intimate parts of of her body, stroking her clit, at the same time as his lips and tongue played with her small beaded nipple. He could feet her body writhing and reacting to every single movements of his. He had total control of her, of this strong, secretive woman, he had complete control of her reactions.

His fingers slide down to her opening, he kneaded it a little, feeling the wetness spread across his knuckles, and slowly slipped one finger in, quickly finding her g-spot and rubbing her slowly.

"Oh!" the sound expelled from her lips.

Another finger.

"Oh!" this time a little higher.

His rubbing began to quickly, his tongue changed his attention to her other breast, biting, licking and teasing as his other hand rolled the bead nipple between his long deft fingers and thumb slowly. He could feel her breath quickening, as his fingers began to slide in and out over her faster and fast, her hands clutched at his hair, his shoulders, the covers, her back arched against him and her legs spread further welcoming him.

Spike's expression turned to a smirk, and he stopped, suddenly. Her eyes opened wide and she looked at him.

"Wh- what?"

"My turn…" he told her.

She took the hint, and rolled him over. She looked over him, and bent forewords, kissing his chest, down to and abdomen, to the waist band of his boxers. She paused, then smirked. Her teeth latched onto the elastic and pulled down, revealing the top of his now painfully hard penis. She pause and studied, almost experimentally, she reached down and flicked it with her finger. He groaned, but didn't move. She smirked, and rubbed the end slowly, as she pulled the rest of the boxers off the rest of the way, revealing him in all his glory. Her feet pushed them off entirely and she paused a moment to admire him.

"Should have guessed… you're a tall man."

He just smirked. "Yeah well-" the rest of the sentence was lost to a groan. Her lips fastened over the tip, and her tongue flicked gently over it, her fingers softly stroking the shaft.

He couldn't help it, he reached down, his hands clutching into her hair, putting pressure on the back of her head. Then he yelped. Almost sitting up, but she beat him to it. She pushed him back down, her hands firmly on as she pulled herself up.

"Nuh… no way… we don't play that way." Instead she pulled up so she was straddling him again, her hot wet sex was pressed against his shaft and he could feel himself throbbing to be inside her, but she was letting him. Instead that teasing rocking was back. This time against the bare skin of his dick, and it was driving him crazy.

Animal instinct finally took over. No more teasing no more games. He pushed her round, this time he was on top of her. She looked up at him amused. "All this going round is-" her sentence was cut off by a gasp. He didn't want games any more, he wanted sex.

He had forced her legs aside and pushed himself into her tight body. He felt her contract around him and gasp as he did so, he himself found himself overwhelmed with the perfect feeling of soft silken velvet of her body clenched around him. He paused only for a moment, time enough for her to adjust to him being there, for her body to understand what was happening, until he pulled out and pushed in again, repeatedly each thrust sending him deeper in deeper inside her, each thrust send a moan from her lips. Her legs came round to wrap around his waist, her one arm around his neck as her teeth bit down into his shoulder, her chest heaving with her pants.

His thrusts became harder, faster, her nails dug into his back, but that wasn't enough. He reached down, pulling her leg up and over his shoulder, pushing into her deeper, the gasps were coming faster, her moans longer and deeper. Still he wasn't satisfied.

They had lost track of time, all they knew was the pleasure mounting between them. But Spike wasn't satisfied and he could feel Shaheena below him mounting her explosion. Not without him.

He turned them over, putting her in charge, and her on top. She didn't loose momentum, even with the sudden change of position. She rode him onwards, pushing her hips down on him, rocking her hips against him, making use of every aspect of her body she could. She leaned forewords still pushing her body back and forth on his prick, biting at his skin, sucking at his nipples in return as his hands grasped her breast again.

Now he could feel his own pleasure building. The feeling of being with in her, feeling her body all over, the strong woman dominating him made him build faster. But he could not stand the idea of anyone being in charge of him for long. Viciously he pulled her back round, onto her back. He had half a mind to turn her onto her stomach and assert his dominance over her… but he got the feeling she would not let him. Instead he pulled her legs up, as he knelt over her, her legs over his shoulders as he drove down into her.

A scream ripped from her throat, part ecstasy part pain, but he wasn't going to stop. That feeling of her clenched around him still hadn't gotten boring and he was going to enjoy every minute of it.

He dropped one leg again, pushing the other one straight, his thrusts were faster, harder, unforgiving, the scratch marks on his back were leaving rivers of blood, and the bites on his neck, shoulders and chest were going to bruise, as were where he had grabbed her all along her torso and breasts. Still he went, pushing himself further, he was sweating, and so was she. But as he sucked against her breast once more, holding her hands above her head, he felt her body arch against him, her body suddenly became much tighter. A yell echoed around her room, "Oh God!"

Her body felt limper, he knew her explosion of pleasure had come. But he wasn't done with her yet, he hadn't finished, and he knew damn well he'd make her do it again if he had to.

He pushed her legs away, and automatically it seemed, without any words needing to be spoken, she wrapped them around her waist and pushed her hips forewords, her arms around his neck, her own head pushed back as he kissed and bit her long slim neck.

"Next time," he grunted, "use my better known name."

"Uh… uh huh," was all she seemed to be able to manage.

Then it seemed all at once, Spike's mind grew blank, he only just heard Shaheena's little prayers of "Oh God oh God oh God", the animal had purely taken over, and he was beyond recognition. If possible he picked up speed, slamming into her hard, no regard of the consequences afterwards. Once again he felt her tighten, and this time he used it, he rode it out and just as she screamed, "SPIKE!" as loud as she could, he found himself groaning her name, and collapsing.

For a good few minute neither moved, neither spoke. Wordlessly, Spike wrapped his arms around her, as she let her legs go slack beside him. Slowly he eased himself out of her body, and lay beside her, his arm still around her shoulders.

"Well…" she said finally, "that was athletic."

He chuckled. "I was right about you…"

"Yeah?"

"You're a rough little bitch."

She chuckled, got up. She seemed to be in a little pain but she picked up a packet of cigarettes from the table near by. "Do me a favour," she said, lighting up, "could you move the cover from over the blanket? I think it's going to need to go in the wash."

He chuckled, doing as she asked, climbing into the bed under the covers. She handed him the cigarette packet and an ash tray as she climbed in beside him. He lit up, and looked at her.

"Now that was a pretty good mistake."

She laughed. "Thanks. It was fun I must say." She tilted her head and rested it on his shoulder. For a good few minutes the two sat and smoked, and recovered their breaths. Strangely it was not awkward in the slightest, almost as though it had been expected. It wasn't until half way through the third that Shaheena seemed to have recovered enough to comment, "hey, shouldn't you be getting back to your ship?"

"Nah… I can go later. I've got better things to do now," he smirked side ways at her.

She grinned. "I thought men needed half an hour before they were of any use again."

"Perhaps," he kissed her shoulder, "but with some encouragement…"

"You're not good at subtle hints…" her hand slide beneath the covers, following the contours of his body down, "better that way I think."

He took her cigarette, stubbed it out with his own and dropped the ash tray on the floor. "And I'll agree," he murmured, as he devoured her mouth once again.

*

He woke the next morning. His arms wrapped around the small frame of the woman who had so excited him the night before. The sunlight filtered into the room through the curtain, lighting her skin softly. He smiled and kissed her shoulder, caressing the soft skin on her side. She stirred a little, but didn't move. He sat up stretching, then stopped. He glanced sideways. There was a tattoo on her right shoulder, quite a large one. It was of an eagle, its wings spread, it's break open in a screech, claws stretched out towards the person looking. Tracing his thumb along the wings, he felt Shaheena shiver and turn to look up at him.

"Morning," she murmured.

He smiled again. "Morning. Good sleep?"

"Mmmhmm, you?"

"Yeah."

She sat up, reaching upwards, then rolled out of bed. "Coffee?" she asked, absently, picking up a short translucent dressing gown from the floor, pulling it over her toned naked body.

"Yeah sure," he lay back down, looking up at the ceiling. He felt something small and square land on his chest. He looked down, it was his packet of cigarettes.

"There's an ash tray on the table beside you, don't ash on my bed."

"Yes miss," he grinned, sitting up, lighting a white stick as he set his back against the head of the bed.

She walked out, huming something to herself.

Alone in the room, Spike remembered the night before with a smile on his face. He had needed that. Definitely needed that. But there was something bothering him. That tattoo of the eagle. Why was it significant? He knew very well that it was, but why…?

"Milk!" she called.

"No, just black!" he replied.

Then it struck him. Eagle… that was how she got the name! Eagle the woman with the large bounty on her head had a tattoo of her name sake on her. It had to be her! There was no way that she was some random person he happened to meet on Mars in the capital with the same tattoo on her body. It had to be the bounty head!

He scrambled to get out of bed, to find his gun. But there was a click. He stopped suddenly, frozen in his position and looked up. Shaheena was holding onto it, admiring it.

"It's a beautiful make," she commented, walking forewords, her hips swaying as she did so. Spike kept his eye on the barrel, moving back onto the bed. He was caught, literally with his pants down.

"In my profession you need a good quality weapon."

"In more than one sense," she grinned.

His eyes lifted to meet hers. There was no malice there, no murdering intent. From her wrap sheet she only had three murders under her belt, and he was beginning to wander what they were for. She didn't strike him as a murderer.

"You knew what I was," he stated, putting his hands behind his head, "and you still talked to me… still brought me back here. You knew I'd figure out who you were. Why?"

"I guess I liked playing with fire. Didn't take you as long to figure out who I was as most people. What gave me away?"

"Your tattoo."

"Beautiful isn't she?"

She was sitting opposite him, gun still pointed at him. There was another click, she had put the safety on and dropped it beside him. She fixed her hands on either side of his body, moving closer, studying him.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

She shrugged.

"Why are you called Eagle?"

"It's my name."

"Your name?"

"Where I'm from, Shaheena means high aspirations… it also means Eagle. I never changed my name, it's just been put in another language." She sat back, picking up the cigarette packet, and lit one up.

"You're not going to try and escape?"

"I'm completely starkers," she pointed out, putting the lighter down, picking up the ash tray. She got up and walked around the bed. "We both have to get dressed. And you're a man, you've got less to put on. I know I've been caught, Spike, I'm not going to risk my life by running away. I'm a young woman, I have a lot to live for." She got into bed beside him. "Besides, I like to have a smoke in the morning, especially if it's with a man I've had fun with the night before."

He looked at her, then shrugged. "All right. We'll go down to the police station when we're ready."

"Thanks," she paused, then reached up and pressed a kiss to his cheek, "you're a good man."