Title: Hot
Word Count: 227
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop. I just float in its space.
Inspiration: Even psychos need love. Especially the hot ones.
There was rain splattering against the window and she rested her cheek against the cool surface. It was hot in their little house and it made her sweat where as he was used to it. He just continued to sharpen and clean his sword on the couch without so much as a bead of sweat. What a jerk, she thought as she glared at him. He had mumbled one time about being in a war, stuck in a desert and that their house wasn't really that hot and she should shut up.
She assumed he was referring to the war on Titan and it made her smile at him proudly. She really had a kick-ass boyfriend. He turned his face to her, the soft light striking his features. She bet he looked hot in the desert, in the middle of war, his face so intense.
"Why are you staring at me like that?"
She snapped back to reality and grinned even wider. "Just trying to find the most creative way to kill you because you told me to shut up earlier."
He smirked. "I'd like to see you try." He turned away and continued to sharpen his sword.
Her smile faltered and then turned evil for a second before frowning again and leaning her face against the window again. It was too hot to contemplate killing someone.