A/N: I decided to do another chapter for this one and sorry about the long,
long wait. I just got back my sat 9 scores... and they're very ugly... But
enough about that, here's chapter two!
' ' = Thought
Disclaimer: I don't own CB and the song Striptease by Hawksley Workman
Hard Liquor Shots and Impure Thoughts
Spike browsed aimlessly through scented aisles of imported products. The store was little and empty but it had a lot of quality, cheap stuff, which suited Spike's wallet and appetite pretty well. He strolled past the beverage area, not looking for anything in particular. In the corner of his eye, a generic six-pack of liquor caught his eye. The label read "Good Night." It happened to be the cheapest out of all the others, so Spike decided to buy it. He carried it to the cashier and dug deep in his pockets for a couple of woolongs. As the clerk scanned the alcohol, Spike saw a pack of "rubbers." He smirked, 'Only two woolongs... Nah' He paid the cashier and walked out.
In a house by the tracks
I want, I want you back
In a dress that's faded black
I want you back, I want you back All the ways my mother taught me how
I want, I want you now
In any place you'll allow
I want you now, I want you now
Back the Bebop, Faye was lounging in the living room. She was bored and had absolutely nothing to do. 'Shopping sounds good... oh wait, I don't have any money... Great.' Faye frowned at the silence that surrounded her. She sighed. 'I wonder where Spike went... He's not around so I can't even have any fun with him.' Faye rose to her feet. 'Oh well then, I'll just have to wait till he gets back.' A smirk slowly crept across her face as she made her way to her room. Spike would be back soon, and boy, did she have a surprise in store for him or did Spike have a couple of ideas of his own in mind. The excitement and anticipation tingled in Faye. Giggles echoed down the hall as she thought of how bad this teasing would be...
She opened her closet full of revealing clothes. Slender fingers slid the hangers across the bar from which they hung. Each outfit in her closet were equally seductive. Anything she chose, it would be good enough to make any man fall at her feet. But she wanted more; she needed something really good. Not lingerie, but pretty close to it. Maybe something that was a little flimsy with ties that connected dangerous at vulnerable places would do the trick. Aha, she had found an outfit that would get this job done. It was casual, yet dangerously flimsy. Faye hurried to put it on and suddenly her ears picked up a faint door slam. He was here... Perfect.
It's never very hard stayin' true
When I'm stayin' true to you
And your kisses are all I think about
The proof is in your moves and your grooves
And the little things you do
And the silly things you laugh about
Spike scanned the living room. 'Hmm... Jet and Ed aren't back yet?' he wondered. Spike shrugged and decided to enjoy his drinks while watching TV. He sank into the yellow sofa as he searched for the remote. His feet rested comfortably on the table, but not blocking the view of the TV. There was nothing on at the time, so Spike flipped through the channels. The alcohol sat there chilled and it was tempting. Spike set the remote down and grabbed the extra ordinary beverage. The first sip was taken and it was refreshingly good. A little too strong, but very good. He continued to take sips as he watched the TV. One little sip let to chugging; it was addicting. "Hmm... I wonder where Faye is... Haven't seen her all day," he said out lout and not aware of it. The beer had taken affect. Poor, poor Spike, what will you get your self into?
Too lazy to get up, Spike sat there in thought. He saw Faye drawing closer and closer to him. She moved seductively and her clothing accented her curves quite nicely. She sat down on his lap and let her arms rest on his shoulders. She forced him forward until Spike's back touched the back of the couch. Her lips caressed his neck. "Faye" He called out. Little did he know, what he thought was happening, wasn't really happening.
"Faye."
Faye had heard the call. He was yearning for her and she enjoyed the sound of that already. She walked into the living room, surprised by Spike. He was sitting on the couch, and calling her name absentmindedly. She rested her hands on her hips and cocked an eyebrow him. He was even looking at her, and yet, he was calling her name rather passionately.
I called, you came
I called, you came
It seems to be our only way
I'll be dreamin' of the kissin'
That I'm missin'
Truly wishin' that you listen
When I sweetly ask you to
Striptease for me, baby
Striptease for me, baby
Striptease for me, baby
Aaaah!
"Spike...?" She was checking if he knew she was standing right before him.
Spike nodded back and forward and shook his head. He looked up. "How'd you get dressed up so fast?"
Faye arched her eyebrows again. "What do you mean...?"
Spike realized he was just daydreaming. He blushed and tried to hide it as much as he could. He scratched his green fuzzy head, "Oh nothing..." He shrugged. His eyes looked her up and down. She looked pretty damn good, he thought. "Where'd you get that? I don't remember seeing you in that before"
"I only wear it for hmm, how should I say... special occasions" she smirked.
"And what's the special occasion?" He too smirked. He was anxious to find out.
"Well, it's better explained with" she grabbed a bottle of beer and popped the lid off, "actions," she finished.
All the ways you never ever had
I want, I want you bad
You know I'll never make you sad
I want you bad, I want you bad
As if I never said the words
I want, I want you first
Only thing that can quench my thirst
I want you first, I want you first
What happened to Spike was not real, but this time, it was very real. He watched as the bottle came to her luscious lips. He couldn't wait till she had some of that stuff. If what happened to him also happened to her, it would be a lot of fun. Spike smirked as she finished one sip. He placed his hands on each side of her hips and brought her closer and of course, she followed. He slowly laid her down on the couch. Spike led her into a deep passionate kiss. Her hands caressed his back as he brought his mouth down to her neck.
I called, you came
I called, you came
It seems to be our only way
I'll be dreamin' of the kissin'
That I'm missin'
Truly wishin' that you listen
When I sweetly ask you to
Faye began to unbutton his yellow shirt and Spike helped her by taking it off hurriedly. She toyed with his tie and pulled him down, using the tie. Enough was enough. Spike had it; it had been too long since he had some. Spike began to unzip his pants, but Faye took over that. He brought his mouth lower and lower till he reached her shoulders. Using his teeth, he pulled one of the ties, exposing her right shoulder. Faye was having just as much fun as Spike and was just as impatient. "Spike..." a whisper escaped from her lips. She was driving him crazy.
Suddenly the door opened. Ein walked in and apparently that meant Ed and Jet were back. Ein barked and Spike looked up immediately. "What the!?" Jet was shocked and so was Ed. Jet's hand covered Edward's eyes, shielding her from what she shouldn't learn now. The elder man led Edward away from the scene and rushed back.
"What's going on here? Geeze, if you wanted to do something like that, you should have done it some where else. C'mon you two know better than this" He scolded.
Spike finally rose to his feet, gathering his clothes.
"So what happened?" Jet asked.
"Nothing... absolutely NOTHING!" he complained. He whined on the way to his room.
Ed peered out, "What's the matter Spike-person?" she asked innocently.
He only sighed, "Why?" he simply asked her.
He stood in the doorway of his room but before closing the door. He looked at what he could have had. Faye was sitting upright, calling out his name. He shook his head at Jet and closed the door.
"Faye? You alright?" Jet waved a hand in front of her.
Faye nodded back and forward and finally shook her head. "Wha..."
"What happened?"
That simple questions reminded Faye of was going on before Jet. She looked up at him and sighed.
"What the hell is wrong with you two?" Jet asked.
She simply shook her head and frowned. She too went to her room and slammed her door shut.
Jet stood there bewildered, scratching his head. He looked down at the coffee table and saw the "Good Night." He chuckled. "I remembered my first shot of that stuff. Looks like I came at the wrong time for them."
Spike lay face down in his bed, wanting what could have happened.
'Why... Why... Why...' Faye lay awake whining. What she wanted so badly would have to wait.
Striptease for me, baby
Striptease for me, baby
Striptease for me, baby
Raow!
Good Night Cowboy
A/N: So how was that? Flame me if you must, but go easy.
' ' = Thought
Disclaimer: I don't own CB and the song Striptease by Hawksley Workman
Hard Liquor Shots and Impure Thoughts
Spike browsed aimlessly through scented aisles of imported products. The store was little and empty but it had a lot of quality, cheap stuff, which suited Spike's wallet and appetite pretty well. He strolled past the beverage area, not looking for anything in particular. In the corner of his eye, a generic six-pack of liquor caught his eye. The label read "Good Night." It happened to be the cheapest out of all the others, so Spike decided to buy it. He carried it to the cashier and dug deep in his pockets for a couple of woolongs. As the clerk scanned the alcohol, Spike saw a pack of "rubbers." He smirked, 'Only two woolongs... Nah' He paid the cashier and walked out.
In a house by the tracks
I want, I want you back
In a dress that's faded black
I want you back, I want you back All the ways my mother taught me how
I want, I want you now
In any place you'll allow
I want you now, I want you now
Back the Bebop, Faye was lounging in the living room. She was bored and had absolutely nothing to do. 'Shopping sounds good... oh wait, I don't have any money... Great.' Faye frowned at the silence that surrounded her. She sighed. 'I wonder where Spike went... He's not around so I can't even have any fun with him.' Faye rose to her feet. 'Oh well then, I'll just have to wait till he gets back.' A smirk slowly crept across her face as she made her way to her room. Spike would be back soon, and boy, did she have a surprise in store for him or did Spike have a couple of ideas of his own in mind. The excitement and anticipation tingled in Faye. Giggles echoed down the hall as she thought of how bad this teasing would be...
She opened her closet full of revealing clothes. Slender fingers slid the hangers across the bar from which they hung. Each outfit in her closet were equally seductive. Anything she chose, it would be good enough to make any man fall at her feet. But she wanted more; she needed something really good. Not lingerie, but pretty close to it. Maybe something that was a little flimsy with ties that connected dangerous at vulnerable places would do the trick. Aha, she had found an outfit that would get this job done. It was casual, yet dangerously flimsy. Faye hurried to put it on and suddenly her ears picked up a faint door slam. He was here... Perfect.
It's never very hard stayin' true
When I'm stayin' true to you
And your kisses are all I think about
The proof is in your moves and your grooves
And the little things you do
And the silly things you laugh about
Spike scanned the living room. 'Hmm... Jet and Ed aren't back yet?' he wondered. Spike shrugged and decided to enjoy his drinks while watching TV. He sank into the yellow sofa as he searched for the remote. His feet rested comfortably on the table, but not blocking the view of the TV. There was nothing on at the time, so Spike flipped through the channels. The alcohol sat there chilled and it was tempting. Spike set the remote down and grabbed the extra ordinary beverage. The first sip was taken and it was refreshingly good. A little too strong, but very good. He continued to take sips as he watched the TV. One little sip let to chugging; it was addicting. "Hmm... I wonder where Faye is... Haven't seen her all day," he said out lout and not aware of it. The beer had taken affect. Poor, poor Spike, what will you get your self into?
Too lazy to get up, Spike sat there in thought. He saw Faye drawing closer and closer to him. She moved seductively and her clothing accented her curves quite nicely. She sat down on his lap and let her arms rest on his shoulders. She forced him forward until Spike's back touched the back of the couch. Her lips caressed his neck. "Faye" He called out. Little did he know, what he thought was happening, wasn't really happening.
"Faye."
Faye had heard the call. He was yearning for her and she enjoyed the sound of that already. She walked into the living room, surprised by Spike. He was sitting on the couch, and calling her name absentmindedly. She rested her hands on her hips and cocked an eyebrow him. He was even looking at her, and yet, he was calling her name rather passionately.
I called, you came
I called, you came
It seems to be our only way
I'll be dreamin' of the kissin'
That I'm missin'
Truly wishin' that you listen
When I sweetly ask you to
Striptease for me, baby
Striptease for me, baby
Striptease for me, baby
Aaaah!
"Spike...?" She was checking if he knew she was standing right before him.
Spike nodded back and forward and shook his head. He looked up. "How'd you get dressed up so fast?"
Faye arched her eyebrows again. "What do you mean...?"
Spike realized he was just daydreaming. He blushed and tried to hide it as much as he could. He scratched his green fuzzy head, "Oh nothing..." He shrugged. His eyes looked her up and down. She looked pretty damn good, he thought. "Where'd you get that? I don't remember seeing you in that before"
"I only wear it for hmm, how should I say... special occasions" she smirked.
"And what's the special occasion?" He too smirked. He was anxious to find out.
"Well, it's better explained with" she grabbed a bottle of beer and popped the lid off, "actions," she finished.
All the ways you never ever had
I want, I want you bad
You know I'll never make you sad
I want you bad, I want you bad
As if I never said the words
I want, I want you first
Only thing that can quench my thirst
I want you first, I want you first
What happened to Spike was not real, but this time, it was very real. He watched as the bottle came to her luscious lips. He couldn't wait till she had some of that stuff. If what happened to him also happened to her, it would be a lot of fun. Spike smirked as she finished one sip. He placed his hands on each side of her hips and brought her closer and of course, she followed. He slowly laid her down on the couch. Spike led her into a deep passionate kiss. Her hands caressed his back as he brought his mouth down to her neck.
I called, you came
I called, you came
It seems to be our only way
I'll be dreamin' of the kissin'
That I'm missin'
Truly wishin' that you listen
When I sweetly ask you to
Faye began to unbutton his yellow shirt and Spike helped her by taking it off hurriedly. She toyed with his tie and pulled him down, using the tie. Enough was enough. Spike had it; it had been too long since he had some. Spike began to unzip his pants, but Faye took over that. He brought his mouth lower and lower till he reached her shoulders. Using his teeth, he pulled one of the ties, exposing her right shoulder. Faye was having just as much fun as Spike and was just as impatient. "Spike..." a whisper escaped from her lips. She was driving him crazy.
Suddenly the door opened. Ein walked in and apparently that meant Ed and Jet were back. Ein barked and Spike looked up immediately. "What the!?" Jet was shocked and so was Ed. Jet's hand covered Edward's eyes, shielding her from what she shouldn't learn now. The elder man led Edward away from the scene and rushed back.
"What's going on here? Geeze, if you wanted to do something like that, you should have done it some where else. C'mon you two know better than this" He scolded.
Spike finally rose to his feet, gathering his clothes.
"So what happened?" Jet asked.
"Nothing... absolutely NOTHING!" he complained. He whined on the way to his room.
Ed peered out, "What's the matter Spike-person?" she asked innocently.
He only sighed, "Why?" he simply asked her.
He stood in the doorway of his room but before closing the door. He looked at what he could have had. Faye was sitting upright, calling out his name. He shook his head at Jet and closed the door.
"Faye? You alright?" Jet waved a hand in front of her.
Faye nodded back and forward and finally shook her head. "Wha..."
"What happened?"
That simple questions reminded Faye of was going on before Jet. She looked up at him and sighed.
"What the hell is wrong with you two?" Jet asked.
She simply shook her head and frowned. She too went to her room and slammed her door shut.
Jet stood there bewildered, scratching his head. He looked down at the coffee table and saw the "Good Night." He chuckled. "I remembered my first shot of that stuff. Looks like I came at the wrong time for them."
Spike lay face down in his bed, wanting what could have happened.
'Why... Why... Why...' Faye lay awake whining. What she wanted so badly would have to wait.
Striptease for me, baby
Striptease for me, baby
Striptease for me, baby
Raow!
Good Night Cowboy
A/N: So how was that? Flame me if you must, but go easy.