Thank you for your patience, but chapter 3 is now up and running! Please enjoy!
Jet Black sat hunched over his computer, a lone bonsai tree beside the monitor. He had been searching for bounties and contacting his connections for a few hours since his little game with Faye. Finally, with a satisfied sigh, he stood from his chair and stretched his arms above his head, turning for a stroll toward the hangar. As he approached the bright light of the sun at the opening of the Bebop he reached into his pocket for his favorite black shades. When he didn't find them there, he reached into another pocket. Then another. He checked his head for good measure. Then he remembered.
Damn it, Faye, he thought as he squinted into the sun, his hand acting as a sun visor. Trough his dark eyelashes he could barely make out the tall, thin form attending to a huge, red mass and the slender curves of another figure sunbathing at the other end of the deck.
"Hey you two, I got us a lead!" he called. At Jet's announcement, Spike turned from his mono racer, wiping his brow with his forearm; the wrench in his fist grazed the shoulder of his white T shirt.
Faye opened her eyes and lifted a pair of black sunglasses off of her nose and up into her hair. She pushed herself up on her elbows, her forearms blocking vision of her breasts. Indents from her lounge chair were visible across her stomach.
"About time," Spike answered. "I've been getting really bored around here." He lightly tossed his wrench into an open toolbox nearby. Faye squinted in the men's direction as Jet moved further out onto the deck, slanted in Spike's direction. "Who've we got?" Spike spoke again.
"It's a guy named Benito Gambini," Jet replied. "They call him the Shot. Does freelance work as a hit man." Spike raised his eyebrows in interest as he heard Jet speak.
"Ahem ahem!" The men turned at Faye's subtle call for attention. "Would you boys mind coming a little closer? I can barely hear you over there!" she whined, resting her chin delicately on her forearms. As the men begrudgingly migrated to where Faye reclined, she pulled the dark shades down over her emerald eyes again.
"Better?" Spike said, hovering over her.
"Now you're blocking my sun," she sighed, reaching out to swat at his leg. He smirked as he slowly moved to her liking.
Jet moved forward, noticing a tuft of red hair visible from underneath Faye's lounge chair. He gave a small smile as he peeked under at Edward, who was fast asleep. "Need I repeat anything?" he asked Faye with a sigh.
"The guy's name is Benito something… The Shot… What's he do?"
"Benito Gambini," Jet spoke again.
"A hit man," Spike completed.
"A hit man, huh?" Faye repeated with a smile. "So how much is the bounty?"
"Twenty-five million," Jet said. "I think it's a doable job. We can go over more of the information inside." Jet moved his visor hand and smoothed it over his bald head. "Whenever you're ready," he sighed, turning to leave the deck.
"Ok, Jet," Spike replied. Faye waved flippantly as the burly man left. Spike lifted the front of his T shirt to wipe away the moisture on his forehead and hands. He then placed a hand on his hip, and turned his attention to Faye.
The woman glanced up at him, lowering the sunglasses to peer over them.
"Topless sunbathing," Spike said. "It's almost as if you were trying to seduce someone." He smirked at her.
"What's the matter, Spike? Is it working?" she quipped back.
"Well, you know. Vaguely. I guess you're ok to look at," he joked. Faye answered him with a sardonic smile, deciding to ignore him as he took a seat on the edge of her chair. His back was turned to her and he blankly stared out over the water where the Bebop was docked. After a short while, he turned to her again. "You know, you should put those things away," he said, poking the visible, soft flesh on the side of her breast. "There's a kid on the ship."
"Nothing she hasn't seen before," Faye replied. "…or won't see… eventually." Spike chuckled.
"There're also men on this ship."
"And a dog. Can't forget that!" Faye snarked. Spike sighed, deciding that Faye was being a little less than pleasant. He reached up to grab the back of his collar and lazily pulled his sweaty T shirt off, inadvertently fluffing his dark hair. Slinging the shirt over his shoulder, he stood to retreat to the cool confines of the Bebop. Faye glared, her jade eyes hiding behind the shades.
"Those glasses don't suit you," Spike said, looking down at her. "They're more Jet's style."
"Well, I won them fair and square!" Faye replied, strategically strapping her black and white bikini top back on. She climbed off of the lounge chair, grabbing the towel that had served her as a headrest. She followed him as he leisurely made his way off the deck.
"Fair and square?" Spike said, lifting an eyebrow. "In what world?"
Edward squirmed underneath the vacant chair as the sun streamed through the slats. Ein sniffed at her hair, barking to alert her to join the migration.
I know, I know they're short now, but don't worry! These chapters will pick up, not only in length, but in juiciness! The next few chapters are coming soon, and they're bound to be good ones! Stick around!
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