Author's Note: I don't own Bebop or the song used.
Song: "She's On Fire"-Train
Spike had to hand it to her. Faye was one hell of a woman. Sure, she could get on his nerves like nobody else, and sure, she was a selfish bitch, but God damn. Sometimes she just blew him away.
Those times were actually more frequently than Spike let on. He had to keep his cool around her or else she'd know what she did to him. Then she'd have the upper hand. And she wouldn't ever let him redeem himself for that. He'd be her bitch for life.
"Gotta keep it cool, Spike-oh," he said to himself. "Keep it cool."
"Who are you talking to, lunkhead?" Faye asked, almost making him jump.
"No one," Spike said, pulling a cigarette out to light up.
Faye rolled her eyes and huffed a sigh.
"If you need me, I'll be in my room," she said, pulling on of her own cigarettes out. "Try not to bother me too much."
"Keep it cool," Spike thought inwardly as he the sway of her hips as she walked away down the hall. Graceful, but badass at the same time. "Keep it cool."
