For the Love of Money
You can say money is an easy way to rid of problems. But there is only so much of it going around. Sounds like I know it all, truth I know nothing. For the love of money people strive...only for money.
Session 1:
Money problems and Love
My mysterious past haunts me day and night. I want to know more but can I? People need money just to get things. Being a Bounty Hunter is great that is if there is a Bounty Head to catch. And if you are up to the challenge. It's a freeman's job that means we are self-employed and no Bounty Head means no money.
I gazed at the ceiling of my room. Finally peace and quiet that's all I wanted. No one to bug me or try to. Maybe the silence was too much, usually by now there'd be some sort of problem. Suddenly there was a knock at my door. It startled me.
"Come in!" I said.
Spike came in my room.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"We're out of money. Did you take it all?" he asked.
"No, I'm broke remember?"
"Just wanted to make sure you didn't swindle it."
"What?"
Spike headed for the door, but stopped when he got to it. "Y'know Faye, you could always come to me if you need anything."
"Hmm?"
"I'm serious. You have been staying in here for a week now and it's just not healthy," Spike said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You haven't been acting like yourself either. What's wrong, Faye?"
"Nothing, I'm fine."
Spike turned around and walked to me. He looked carefully at my face, looking intensely in my eyes. Then he leaned closer to me, I shifted back. Spike grabbed me and pulled me into a kiss. I was shocked at first, but relaxed into the kiss. He broke off the kiss.
"What was that for?" I asked quietly.
"To make sure that you haven't been drinking," he replied.
I grabbed Spike by the front of his shirt and kissed him. We kissed for a good few minutes. I rested my head on my pillow, Spike then laid on top of me kissing my neck and worked his way up to my lips. We continued kissing.
"What are you doing?" I heard Ed ask.
Spike and I stopped kissing and looked at Ed, she looked back at us. It was odd all right, the guy laying on top of the girl and making out. We said nothing for a minute or so.
"Ed, get out of here! And close the door behind you!" I shouted.
"OK!" Ed said and she left closing the door.
"Now...where were we?" Spike asked. "Oh yes."
Spike kissed my cheek and then my ear. His hands were all over me; one was busy unbuttoning my blouse the other was on my chin. The hand that was on my chin slid to my neck then onto my chest but not touching my breasts. I heard a knock on the door. We didn't answer. The knock came again. Then the door slid open.
"Holy shit! Spike!" Jet yelled.
"Oh god," I gasped.
Oh gawd, I am a 15 year old kid thinking stuff like this up…ah, well I am up at 12:00 AM writing this and loving it. Ok, my disclaimer.
MY DISCLAIMER
I do not own Cowboy Bebop, but how I wish I did. Plus I am broke so do not sue me…all I have are these old wrappers that were in my bag since Halloween.
You can say money is an easy way to rid of problems. But there is only so much of it going around. Sounds like I know it all, truth I know nothing. For the love of money people strive...only for money.
Session 1:
Money problems and Love
My mysterious past haunts me day and night. I want to know more but can I? People need money just to get things. Being a Bounty Hunter is great that is if there is a Bounty Head to catch. And if you are up to the challenge. It's a freeman's job that means we are self-employed and no Bounty Head means no money.
I gazed at the ceiling of my room. Finally peace and quiet that's all I wanted. No one to bug me or try to. Maybe the silence was too much, usually by now there'd be some sort of problem. Suddenly there was a knock at my door. It startled me.
"Come in!" I said.
Spike came in my room.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"We're out of money. Did you take it all?" he asked.
"No, I'm broke remember?"
"Just wanted to make sure you didn't swindle it."
"What?"
Spike headed for the door, but stopped when he got to it. "Y'know Faye, you could always come to me if you need anything."
"Hmm?"
"I'm serious. You have been staying in here for a week now and it's just not healthy," Spike said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You haven't been acting like yourself either. What's wrong, Faye?"
"Nothing, I'm fine."
Spike turned around and walked to me. He looked carefully at my face, looking intensely in my eyes. Then he leaned closer to me, I shifted back. Spike grabbed me and pulled me into a kiss. I was shocked at first, but relaxed into the kiss. He broke off the kiss.
"What was that for?" I asked quietly.
"To make sure that you haven't been drinking," he replied.
I grabbed Spike by the front of his shirt and kissed him. We kissed for a good few minutes. I rested my head on my pillow, Spike then laid on top of me kissing my neck and worked his way up to my lips. We continued kissing.
"What are you doing?" I heard Ed ask.
Spike and I stopped kissing and looked at Ed, she looked back at us. It was odd all right, the guy laying on top of the girl and making out. We said nothing for a minute or so.
"Ed, get out of here! And close the door behind you!" I shouted.
"OK!" Ed said and she left closing the door.
"Now...where were we?" Spike asked. "Oh yes."
Spike kissed my cheek and then my ear. His hands were all over me; one was busy unbuttoning my blouse the other was on my chin. The hand that was on my chin slid to my neck then onto my chest but not touching my breasts. I heard a knock on the door. We didn't answer. The knock came again. Then the door slid open.
"Holy shit! Spike!" Jet yelled.
"Oh god," I gasped.
Oh gawd, I am a 15 year old kid thinking stuff like this up…ah, well I am up at 12:00 AM writing this and loving it. Ok, my disclaimer.
MY DISCLAIMER
I do not own Cowboy Bebop, but how I wish I did. Plus I am broke so do not sue me…all I have are these old wrappers that were in my bag since Halloween.
