Faye let out a pleased sigh as she felt the warm water pour over her violet hair. This is the life, she thought to herself, squeezing shampoo from a bottle into her hand. She scrubbed at her scalp, letting the bubbles slide down her arms and neck. She rinsed, feeling completely relaxed. She was happy that she'd gotten to the hot water before Spike again. How she enjoyed the annoyed look on his face when he was left with her icy-cold leftovers. She thought of herself as somewhat of a sadist in that respect. Absently, she released a quiet, sinister chuckle into the air. Her eyes slid closed as she let the water rinse away her shampoo and her cares. When they opened, they were met with quite a shock to the system.
"Aaah!" she shrieked when her emerald eyes opened to meet a pair of molasses ones. Losing her balance, she slipped on the suds, her backside colliding with the hard shower floor. Spike's eyes widened as the scream startled him a little, but seeing her fall made him erupt with laughter. Faye glared at him, hot water streaming down locks of hair and into her face. "What the hell, Spike! Are you trying to kill me?" she shouted at her peeping tom. Spike, still laughing, swiped a tear from the corner of his eye.
"Kill you? He guffawed, gasping for air. "You're killing me!" Faye leered in his direction.
"What do you want, Spike?" she shouted.
"Why do I have to want something?" he asked, coming down from his laughter. He extended a hand to help her up. Begrudgingly, she took it. Her anger began to melt as she watched his eyes leave hers to linger over her drenched hair and skin.
"Whaddaya want, Spike?" she asked again, resting a fist on hr hip. Her voice was gentler.
"Well, Faye," he began, pushing back the curtain a tad. "I want you to share the hot water." He reached up to unbutton the buttons on his yellow shirt. Faye noticed he'd slept in his clothes again.
"And what makes you think I'd be so inclined?" she smirked, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Well, nothing's telling me you'd be disinclined, my dear." He lifted a finger to her chin. The bite in his tone made him sound anything but loving. Withdrawing his hand, he let the shirt slip off his shoulders. He lifted his undershirt over his head, roughing up his already unruly hair. He breathed a casual grunt of relief as he let it fall at his feet.
"What happens if I don't?" Faye asked, eying the hole in his shoulder as he unzipped his navy slacks.
"In that case, I'll have to take it from you," he answered. Carefully, he stepped out of his pants and into the shower, agonizingly close to Faye. She stood, not moving as he placed his hands on her shoulders. He put his face next to hers as he felt the embrace of the hot water warming his body, gently stinging delicate scar tissue. Inhaling the warm vapor along with the fresh, sweet scent of shampoo, Spike ran his fingers down the length of her torso, stopping at her hips. He softly moaned as he pulled her into him, gently cupping her buttocks. "Does it still hurt?" he asked, smiling over her shoulder.
"Not as much as you're going to," Faye replied with a grin. Spike snickered, replaying the fall in his head. "It wasn't that funny, you know," she said in response to his renewed laughter.
"Yes it was." He smiled, pressing his lips into her neck. At the instant of contact between his lips and her skin, Faye felt herself begin to weaken. He slowly backed her into the wall, gaining pleasure from the gentle gasp she voiced as her hot skin met the cold tiles. He felt her nipples harden against his chest. She draped her arms over his shoulders as he pushed against her.
"You're a sick bastard, you know that?" she whispered.
"I love you too, Faye," he grinned victoriously, letting her lust take over.
Edward dug through the numerous shopping bags she and Faye had acquired the day before, pulling out piece after piece of clothing. She held up each piece before her tiny frame, looking down at what she saw. She had purchased so many things that they were beginning to litter the entire width of the corridor she sat in. Just then, Jet walked past, stopping as his eye caught the unusually vibrantly colored hallway.
"Ed?" he said tentatively as he peeped into the corridor.
"Good morning, Jet-person!" she chirped, looking over her shoulder at the big, bald man. Jet stepped forward, rubbing his head as he looked at the mess.
"What, may I ask, are you doing throwing all this stuff around like that?"
"Edward is trying to decide what to wear!" Ed replied, tossing a shirt aside. Ein, who was sleeping nearby, stirred as the garment landed on his head. Shaking it off, he walked over to the girl and curiously sniffed at one of the bags.
"In the hallway?" Jet asked, scratching his head.
"Ed will change in Faye-Faye's room," Ed smiled. Jet kneeled down beside the girl, absently peering into a bag. Seeing its contents, he quickly scooted it away. He rubbed his cool metal hand over his face in a futile attempt to hide his blushing. "Faye-Faye says Ed should have 'linger-ree'!" said Ed, reaching for the bag Jet had discarded.
"Lingerie, Ed?" Jet corrected, peering through his fingers at the kid, feeling his cheeks grow redder.
Ed shrugged flippantly. "That's what the sign said." Jet looked at her, convinced that she shouldn't even know what lingerie was.
"How old are you, Ed?" he asked her, looking at her quizzically.
"Edward will be sixteen in January!" she announced proudly. Jet's eyes widened with shock. Was she really that old? He looked her over, noticing the new pajama set she wore. Bright green shorts with a pattern of tiny yellow and pink tulips, paired with a green camisole; a matching robe draped her bony shoulders. All three pieces were in a shiny satin fabric. They draped her little figure perfectly; fortunately they didn't cling like Faye's pajamas did. There wasn't much to cling to, at least not yet. Jet stood, pinching the bridge of his nose between a metallic finger and thumb. He looked down at Ed, who was now holding the Welsh Corgi in her arms and stroking his sandy fur. "Does Ein like Edward's new clothes?" she asked him as he nuzzled her cheek with a cold, wet nose.
It's time Ed got her own room, Jet thought to himself, inconspicuously leaving the scene.
Spike relaxed peacefully on the cold tiles of the shower floor. His arms were wrapped loosely around Faye, who sat lazily between his lean legs. They lay together, enraptured in a blissfully sluggish lip lock. The heat from the water all dissipated, the remnants of the steam clung to the walls in cool, drippy condensation. The showerhead rained mercilessly on the two of them, neither of them immediately registering its significant decline in temperature. Spike ran slim, pruned fingertips along the smooth contours of Faye's body. He smiled into his kisses.
They had washed each other; gently massaging soaps and bubbles into each other's skin. He thought of how she had rested her head back on his shoulder as he smothered her body with fragrant soap. He remembered how she had giggled, her voice almost blending in with the trickling water, as he reached her stomach and thighs. The intimacy of the act had eventually sent them reeling into the deep throes of erotica.
Gradually becoming aware of their surroundings through the light, splattering sound of water droplets pounding the tiles around them and breaking into his consciousness, Spike drew his hand to Faye's chin, almost grudgingly pulling his lips from hers.
"Faye…" he breathed, barely lifting his eyelids. Faye slowly looked up at him, her eyes batting open to contribute to a faint smile. She lightly shifted to get more comfortable in his grasp. The slight separation between the two bodies let the cold water pour onto the skin and dribble into every cranny of previously warmed flesh. Spike felt a violent shiver reverberate from her body as a tremor shot up his spine. He squinted against the glairing light. "Mmm," his throat gurgled out. "How long have we been in here?" he moaned drowsily. Faye snuggled against his chest, silently shrugging her response. As he slid his fingers across her skin again, he noticed his fingertips; they were as wrinkly as raisins. He chuckled to himself as he rested his head back onto the shower wall. "Think we should get out now?" he asked, in good humor. He was never one to kill the mood, but as far as he was concerned, the quickly advancing awareness of his body temperature had already stomped it into the ground. Besides, he was sure he could rekindle it elsewhere.
"No!" Faye doggedly whined, turning her body to kiss his neck. As water poured in between their warm bodies yet again, Spike trembled, hugging her closer to him. In spite of Faye's lustful advances, Spike still wanted to move from that spot. He at least wanted to turn off the water. For a split second, he thought about asking Jet to do it. He shuddered at the idea, quickly banishing the thought from his mind.
"Let's stay here," Faye advocated in a sensual glottal growl. Raising herself up onto her knees, she let her hands gently glide from his thighs all the way to his shoulders. Her slender fingers curled around the base of his neck as she looked down at him, water droplets sliding down cold, wet locks and onto Spike's cheeks.
Spike limply slipped his fingers up her thighs until they rested neatly around her thin waist. His right hand seemed somewhat discontent, continuing upward until it gently cupped her breast, pressing its palm into her stiffened nipple. He kissed her chest, just below the base of her neck.
Faye grinned at his touch, as if she'd successfully lured an innocent victim into her trap of seduction. Water continued to pour down her back and stream over her shoulders as she kissed his forehead. Momentarily, Spike pulled away, slightly sobering her.
"Uh… Faye?" Spike looked up at her, his eyes gently urging her to stop and listen.
Thump! Thump! Thump! The noise was so sudden that it violently jarred Faye from her sexual reverie. Her hold on Spike's shoulders became a nail-laden death grip as her eyes widened to the size of saucers.
"Faye! There are three more people on this ship besides you! Get the hell out of there and leave some water for the rest of us, damn it!" roared a voice from outside of the room.
Faye's chest heaved as the pounding of Jet's metallic arm on the door reverberated in her ears. She looked down at Spike, who wore a sympathetic grin. He seemed to ignore the claws gripping at his flesh if only to see the shock on Faye's face. She glared at him.
"You heard him coming, didn't you?" she asked in calm accusation.
"You mean you couldn't?" he replied. "You can hear Jet for miles." He pulled her frigid body toward him, replacing his lips where they were on her chest. He gently hummed into her skin, letting the vibrations loosen her muscles.
Playfully pushing her away, he motioned to stand. "Let's get outta here, Romani," he said.
Haha! Well, not quite a lemon, but almost. Fun times. Well, I hope you enjoyed this installment. There's more to come. Stick around! Also, Cowboy Bebop is property of Sunrise Inc, '98.