Faye lounged peacefully on the mustard couch, calmly filing her nails before the trio of bounty heads who sat tethered uncomfortably to a sturdy pipe. With the lot of them tightly gagged, they couldn't even mumble amongst themselves. Henry Clemmons stared in Faye's direction with a sad look of entreaty. Timothy and Oscar had long since forsaken all hope, at least from that devil woman.

Not one to ignore her sadistic desires, Faye had decided to slip into something a little more comfortable. Unlike Spike, she had an affinity for doing something simply because she could. She slouched into the couch; her legs crossed and perched on the edge of the coffee table as a lit cigarette dangled from her lips. She glanced in their direction, her eyes meeting Henry's. "Aww," she said with mock pity. "You wanna get free, huh?" she asked, putting her knees into the cushions and leaning over the arm of the sofa. Henry tried to smile charmingly around his gag. "I'm sorry," she said, feigning sorrow. The ember at the end of her cigarette bounced as her lips moved. "You and your friends are quite valuable to me," she smirked.

"Don't you mean 'us'?" came a familiar voice from the top of the stairs. Faye's eyes traveled up to see the green-haired cowboy smirking down at her. Casually leaning over the railing, he looked below him at the three pairs of boots that sat strapped to the feet of the three captives. "She doesn't share very well," he said to them. Faye rolled her green eyes.

"Pardon me, gentlemen," she cooed as she stood from her post. Her hips swayed as she made her way to the staircase. Spike noticed the legs of one of the bounty heads shift nervously.

As Faye reached the top of the staircase where Spike stood, she slid up to his side, leaning back on the metal banister. "What is it you want, lunkhead?" she asked him.

"Gee, I'm sorry for pulling you away from your very difficult and tedious job," he answered with a grin.

"I followed you up here," she replied, smiling.

"Then I think the question is, what is it you want, shrew?" Faye felt herself becoming slightly aroused as Spike gently removed the cigarette from her red lips and dragged from it as if it was his own. His lips aligned with the pink ring around the filter. She drew nearer to him as he stood arched over the banister.

"Well first of all, gimme that back!" she said, pinching the stick and pulling it out of his mouth. Spike chuckled.

"And…?" he goaded. His gaze aimed forward as he felt her chest against his arm. Faye sighed, shaking her head and side-glancing up at him.

"And, well," she continued. "We haven't had any in a while," she smirked in a hushed voice. Spike grinned.

"Yeah," he said, turning to look in her direction. "How long has it been? Two, three days maybe? I don't even remember what it's like," he joked. Faye huffed, grabbing a hold of his pointy chin.

"Will you shut up?" she growled, pulling his lips down to hers.

"Mmhm," Spike muffled through her kiss. Faye discarded her cigarette over the railing of the landing, not knowing or caring where it would land. With her hands free, she wrapped her thin arms around Spike's neck, anxiously pulling him down onto her. She purred seductively as Spike pulled at her waist. Slowly she let her lips break away from his and began kissing a trail along his jaw. Spike let his head fall back as Faye's lips caressed him. Sometimes he liked when she got her way. "Faye," he whispered hoarsely.

"What?" moaned Faye, her voice vibrating against his skin.

"Don't you have a job to do?" he asked. Faye kissed his earlobe.

"They're not going anywhere," she whispered softly. Just then the couple heard a mix of muffled yelps and kicking as a hot cigarette butt burned a hole into Oscar's pants. Spike peered over the railing as the commotion came to a cease. Faye took a short peek, giggled girlishly, and returned her lips to Spike's skin.

"Faye," Spike moaned as her hands slipped beneath the dark green Members Only jacket he wore.

"Hm?" she replied.

"Right here?" he asked, raking his fingers through the violet fringe about her ears.

"…Yes," answered Faye, her lips still pressed against his neck.

"With kids running around?" he asked. His voice housed a twinge of bitterness. Faye pulled away, slightly annoyed.

"I thought you said you were gonna shut up," she said.

"Yeah, but I didn't say when," he replied with a sly grin. Faye frowned, crossing her arms and sighing heavily. "I'm sorry I'm no exhibitionist like you, Faye," Spike said, with the slightest hint of sympathy.

"Alright, fine!" Faye shouted, in a defeated I-give-up tone. Her hand shot out with lightning speed and retracted with the collar of his jacket in a tight fist. Angrily, she dragged him off, slightly miffed that he wasn't wearing his tie today.

Spike instantaneously became a little more excited. He obeyed helplessly as Faye schlepped him away. "Me and my big mouth," he grinned.


Edward cartwheeled into the cockpit where Jet sat, with Nikolai close behind her. "Papa!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around the big man again. Jet smiled faintly.

"How was the tour?" he asked the two of them, peeling the girl's arms away.

"I showed Nikki-Moose everything! The whole ship from stem to stern!" she said. "Did Nikki-Moose have fun?" she asked her friend.

"Yes he did," the boy replied with a chuckle. Ed hugged him enthusiastically and he returned the favor. Watching uncomfortably, Jet cleared his throat. Startled, Nikolai retracted his arms at the sound.

"Well," Jet spoke. "I'm no mind reader, kid. Tell me how to get to your house."


Spike's head reeled as Faye shoved him against the wall of his bedroom. "I don't give a shit about what you want," Faye huffed angrily. "I am going to have you whether you like it or not!" Spike looked down at the determined little woman who glared back at him, unwilling to do anything to stop her.

"Have it your way," he smirked. He stood in wait, anxious to discover how Faye would conquer him. He was pleased to find that she wasted little time.

Grabbing a fistful of his hair, Faye pulled Spike's face down to hers, bombarding him with rough, sloppy kisses. He winced at the discomfort, sliding his arms around Faye's small waist. As he hugged her into him, her hands groped through his forest mop and down his back. Suddenly he missed the angry fist in his hair.

Faye devoured the skin under Spike's chin, grinning to herself as she felt his breathing become heavier. She pulled away, tearing off his jacket. "You actually have a wardrobe," she said, yanking at the strange fabric.

"Surprised?" Spike panted.

"Vaguely," she replied, flinging the garment forcefully across the room. Immediately she attacked his dark t-shirt.

"Christ, Faye," he whispered on short breath. As he spoke, Faye yanked the shirt over his head, causing him to bite his tongue quite hard. He grunted with the pain, but ignored it as best as he could. He suppressed a grimace as Faye tossed the shirt away.

"Are you enjoying this?" she cooed, placing kisses on his chest.

"Your aggression is killing me," he replied with a smile. He swallowed the small pool of blood that oozed from his wounded tongue, the metallic taste something he was not unaccustomed to. He tugged gently on Faye's purple tresses, indulging in her lust. Her aggression really was to die for. He began to wonder if he actually had died for this. Perhaps. He closed his eyes as he felt himself throbbing for her touch.

Faye ravenously grazed Spike's skin with her lips, all the while conscious of his fingertips on her scalp. "Killing you, huh?" she asked, running her fingers over his chiseled abs. Spike said nothing. He merely nodded, his face against her hair. Faye grinned as she felt his hands traveling the length of her torso and slipping under her tank top. "Well," she said, "prepare to die a painful and aggressive death!" Spike released a silent laugh into her hair as she hurriedly unfastened his belt.

"That was pretty lame," he chuckled.

"So when are you going to shut up?" Faye asked, yanking his belt out of its belt loops.

"Whenever you make me," he replied. He grinned as he spoke, knowing that his words would only goad her on. He waited patiently as she unzipped the zipper on his jeans. Before she went any further, she stopped. Stepping back a few steps she gave him a sexy smirk.

"My turn!" she sang, striking a sultry pose.

"What about me?" said Spike. He looked down at his lower body. Still clothed. He shrugged, raising his palms expectantly.

"All in good time," Faye smiled devilishly.

"You're so cruel to me, Faye," he replied. Not wanting to belabor the moment, Spike obeyed. Rushing forward, he gripped the hem of her top and swiftly pulled it above her head. Faye released a light moan as the cool air caressed her breasts. She ran her fingers through his hair as he pushed down on the waistband of her shorts. Faye chuckled as she helped him, wriggling seductively until the shorts fell with a plop around her ankles.

"Cute," Spike grinned, hugging Faye's naked body against his. As she began to push his jeans down over his hips, Spike took particular notice of the throbbing in his loins intensifying with each movement she made. He gave a gentle sigh of relief as she finally released him from his constraints. Rapidly she stroked him, pressing her chest into his. She traced his collarbone with her tongue as she felt the rise and fall of his chest with increasingly heavy breathing. With his hands cupping her backside, Spike released a moan into Faye's hair. Faye stopped again, cleverly toying with his arousal. Her hand glided from his shoulder down to his fingertips as she backed away, gently giving him a tug in her direction. Spike willingly followed.

Keeping him at arms length, Faye stopped him when the backs of her knees reached his bed. Spike patiently watched her as she spun around, a mad dash of purple swirling before her eyes, and firmly placed her palms down on his mattress. She crawled forward, arching into a play bow. Naturally, being Faye, she made quite a show of it. Slowly she turned her head to face him. "I'm not gonna wait all day, lunkhead," she purred over her shoulder.

Spike stepped closer wearing a grin. He was fairly amused by Faye's antics and very willing to accept her invitation. His relaxed arms gently drew invisible lines up the backs of Faye's thighs, making her shudder. His hands settled on her hips as he came even closer. She wouldn't wait all day. Maybe just a few more minutes, he thought with a smile.

Bending down to Faye's level, he gently kissed the small of her back. His lips followed the incline of her smooth skin to her shoulder blades. "So," he spoke, sliding his hands from her hips to the tops of her thighs. "What happened to your clothes?" Faye scoffed.

"Where have you been for the past couple seconds?" she said, feeling a little annoyed yet again. Spike sighed.

"You didn't wear your PJs in the snow, I don't think," he answered smartly. Faye's eyes closed as she felt Spike's touch creeping over her flesh. She shuddered as he struck a nerve.

"Oh, I… I changed," she answered. "I like to be… comfortable," she said, her voice quivering at the caress of Spike's fingertips.

"You don't have much patience," Spike replied, his breath tickling the nape of Faye's neck.

"How's that?" asked Faye. Spike grinned, tickling the area just below her stomach.

"You just had to get comfortable on your own, didn't you?" he said. Faye didn't answer. His fingertips distracted her from speaking. "If you'd waited a little while longer, I would have given you a hand." Faye quietly giggled as his long fingers traveled along her underside. Spike's face sidled up next to hers. "It would have been fun getting you out of your outdoor clothes," he grinned. His lips grazed her cheek as he spoke. He softly gripped her breast, letting her lift her head in ecstasy as his warm shaft pressed against her delicate folds of pink skin.

Faye's slender fingers contorted into fists around clumps of bed sheet as Spike rubbed himself against her moist vulva. Her head dropped as her body swayed with heavy breathing. "Well next time," she sighed, "don't make me wait so long for you."

"I won't," Spike smiled, pressing his way inside of her. Faye's eyes pinched shut as she released a rough, glottal moan.


Hiya! It's been a while since I posted a lemony chapter, so here's one! Woot! All action and no action can't be all that fun, now can it? Don't worry. If this doesn't fulfil your lemony fix, there's more soon to come. :3 Enjoy!

P.S. Please bear with me through the cheesy diologue. Spike and Faye were feeling a bit more talkative this time around. Heehee!

Cowboy Bebop and its characters don't belong to me, but to Sunrise Inc. Bummer.