Long pale legs that were crossed at the ankles poked out from the couch as he entered in the living quarters of the Bebop. An eyebrow raised, the cowboy laughed.
"Lying on your back again Faye?" Spike went to the side and found the woman glaring up at him.
"No." She snapped, her fingers quickly flipping through a book. What caught him off guard was the fact it wasn't a magazine like she usually went through like an addiction. She huffed out a sigh before throwing down the book to her side and crossed her arms and glared at him. "What do you want?"
He shook his head. "What makes you think I want anything from you? I'm allowed to roam the ship and have every right to be here."
Closing her eyes as if the conversation suddenly was giving her head ache. "Yes, but normally you don't stop by to see me. Not unless you want something."
Spike shrugged. "Well there isn't anything I want. Just a little shocked you were reading a book."
She jumped up into a sitting position so quick he would have sworn she had planned to sock him in the face. When all she did was worm back against the couch's arm, he eased, a little.
Patting the room beside her, she motioned for him to sit down. "Well?" After he hadn't moved.
"You actually want me to sit with you?"
She frowned. "Why not?"
He blanched. "You. Hate. Me."
Waving her hand at him like the subject was beside her, she leaned back and went for the book, opening it to a marked page.
"What are you reading?"
She softly hummed under breath. "A story."
"About?"
It was certainly one thing for Faye to be social with him, quite another when she actually humored his questions with enthusiastic smiles.
"A lone ranger."
That perked his interest more so then the fact that Faye of all people read it.
"Any good?"
She smirked and her eyes darted back down to the old aged ink that had been preserved through centuries as she answered. "Very. Just my type of man."
Well that certainly made him curious. "Really? What kind of book is that exactly, anyway?"
A flash of wonder went across her face. "What do you mean by 'kind'? It's a book. With words. That I read like anyone else."
He waved his finger at the book in her hand as he shook his head. "No. Faye, you don't usually read like normal people. You mentioned a ranger in there being your type. What exactly is happening in that book?"
Smiling, Faye leaned forward until they were barely a breath away from one another. "Guess you'll just have to read it and find out."
He swallowed hard as she leaned back, a prideful smirk on her lips like she had accomplished something he had yet to figure out.
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The book sat just before him, alone and abandoned.
His eyes shifted, left then right. Coast was clear.
Casually he walked by it, his fingers darting out for the small paperback until it simply disappeared into his jacket pocket.
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Sitting in his room, his eyes ran over the words as his jaw continued to hang open in shock.
What in the hell...?
Spike flew out the door in search of the woman who called that thing a book.
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Faye scratched her head as she threw down a pillow onto the couch. Damn, she was sure she had left it there on the couch.
She had checked everywhere on and around it too.
Ed walked in, whistling some annoying tune no one seemed to know but her and tilted her head to the side.
"What ya looking for?"
Faye sighed. "My book. It was just here."
Scratching her head in mimic of Faye's earlier actions, Ed's eyes brightened. "Oh! I saw someone take it."
"Who?"
Ed frowned, then smiled. "Not Jet."
Rolling her eyes at the stupid games the girl loved to play, she tried very hard not to choke the little brat "Then who? Did you?"
The girl shook her head. "Not me either, Faye Faye."
"Spike." The name left her lips no sooner then he walked in, his eyes glancing back and forth.
"Yes?" He questioned. "Did I do something wrong?"
Faye anchored her hands on her hips. "Depends. Did you steal my book?"
Taking her cue, Ed started babbling words to a song that barely made any sense and took off toward the kitchen area, probably to find Jet and Ain as the couple started a glaring contest.
"Depends upon whether you should even be calling that thing a book." Spike countered, crossing his arms over his chest in a show of defiance.
Faye snickered causing him to loose some of his cool. "What? You jealous the ranger got some and you didn't. What a shame. And it is a book. One I find highly entertaining."
Snorting, Spike dropped one arm down. "I don't see how. What you have is pretty much what every guy drools over, only its directed for a woman's pleasure."
An eyebrow cocked, Faye strolled up to him. "And what would you know about a woman's pleasure Mr. Spiegel?" She leaned close to his face, once again taunting at how close she was and yet how far she still remained from where he wanted her to be.
Letting out a small growl of disapproval at her words, Spike seized her arms before meshing his lips to hers. She gasped and he took advantage, allowing his tongue to swirl deep in her dark, inviting crevice.
Trying to push him off, Faye only managed to waste her efforts as her body slowly began to betray her for the sensations that he brought about. Soon she found her hands unknotting from his shirt and instead twisting in his hair as she pulled him closer.
He grounded his hips against her, allowing her to feel just how aroused he was and making her aware of her own reactions to him. She gulped and broke the kiss. Air didn't seem to want to stay in her lungs as she backed away from him and sat down on the couch.
When she finally could, she glanced up to the cowboy with a perplexed look on her face. "When exactly did you learn to kiss like that?"
Spike smirked. "Not from any damn book." He leaned down, his lips lightly grazing hers as his hand trailed up her naked thigh. "But I'm sure I can teach you some time." She laughed.
"Really? I guess I'll just have to read that book of mine some other time."
He smiled. "Or not at all. No need to seek knowledge of text when you can find it in living, breathing, hot flesh."
She pushed him down, knocking him on his back on the floor and straddled him. Kissing his lips once, she pulled back and gave him an alert look in her eyes that told she'd been toying with him about her innocence. "Maybe you should learn from the teacher first Spike." She bit his lower lip and drew it into her mouth before trailing her lips down his chin and jaw, leaving small marks along his neck. "Then maybe I'll let you play show and tell with me."
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Poking at the odd looking thing, Ed frowned before tossing the book that Faye had been looking for and Spike had stored in the pantry into the wastebasket. Silly things. Who needed those when they had the all knowledgeable girl on the ship.
"Silly Faye Faye." She hummed, keeping her eyes to the cutting board in front of her. Not paying attention to the ex cop who swiped the book into his back pocket for a midnight reading of his own.
Fin
The Knowledge of a Book
By Casper
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AN: Ah yes, another one. This one was more fun for me to write *grin*
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Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop. Damn.
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Rated: M
