Um, sorry it's taken so long in getting this up. I've been REALLY busy over the past like month and a half, and I like JUST had time to do this. So BE HAPPY!!
Chapter 3
"Vici...."
"Shh," he said, putting a long finger to her lips, then moving it so as to trace the curves of her face. Faye pulled at her sore wrist, but doing so only made Vicious clasp tighter, so she stopped. The clasp was now so tight, that she had to let out a small yelp of pain, despite her best efforts not to. Vicious smiled and lifted the wrist up to his face, kissing it gently. Faye could feel her heart pounding harder in her chest as he did so.
What is he doing? she thought with wild suspicion.
A long black care suddenly pulled up in front of them. Faye turned her head back to the door of the Bebop, finding it deserted. She had only a slight idea of what was going on, and yet she didn't feel at all uneasy. Vicious' cold hand was placed on her bare shoulder, forcing her out of her thoughts.
"Come Ms. Valentine. It's time to go."
The door of the black car was opened, revealing inside the soft leather interior. Faye barely breathed as she felt herself being led towards it by the strong and sure arm of Vicious. She held her breath as she climbed in, Vicious closely behind her. She took a seat and quietly adjusted her dress. The door was
closed and within seconds the engine started. Before she knew it, they were driving like a shadow along the road. Faye could feel Vicious' piercing eyes on her at every moment. Normally, Faye would have easily shrugged off the eyes; she'd had to do it enough times. But the eyes of Vicious were different. Too different. They saw more than just the surface, Faye was sure of it. She looked down, trying with all her might not to submit to them. Finally she gave in, and being the woman of attitude she was, she met the eyes with a sassy glare, only to be met by pure evil and satisfaction.
"What are you staring at?"
Her heart began to pound rapidly again. What would he do? And even more, what would he say?
But Vicious said nothing, and only a light smirk and a shake of his head gave her the slightest idea of what he was thinking.
A wash of boldness suddenly came over Faye, and she continued to stare at her captor.
"And what exactly was it you were thinking? It must have been quite funny to make you laugh so hard."
"Would you really like to know?"
Faye shifted in her seat, tucking a purple strand of hair neatly behind her ear. "Might as well while we're sitting here."
He sighed and looked down, and it seemed to Faye that he appeared very sad.
"The true question is: Would you believe me if I told you?"
She arched an eyebrow at him. Why would he care about what she believed and what she didn't?
It didn't make any sense. "What?" she inclined. "You scared I'll disapprove?"
He returned to himself by giving a soft sinister laugh. "I thought you were beautiful."
Faye scoffed. She didn't believe him. "Do you know just how many men have told me that in order to get a quick screw?"
"Yes, but how many men have actually meant it?"
Faye opened her mouth to reply but stopped, suddenly unsure of what to say. If any other person had said that, she would've immediately taken the comment as an insult. But coming from Vicious, she wasn't sure at all what to make of it.
The car came to a screeching halt, causing Faye to jump. She peered out the window to see the place where she had been taken. A large black building loomed over head. No clear signs of life were being emitted from its depth, and there was no light to be seen. To door was opened and before Faye could blink,
Vicious had slipped out and was already headed towards the building doors. She slid forward and took the ready hand of the driver, stepping out of the car. The driver had thus tried to take her arm, seemingly wanting to lead her towards the building, but Faye knew where she was going, and being the independent woman she was, yanked it away and hurried after Vicious.
The great doors of the building had been left open and there were now two husky looking guards at either side. She hurried past them and stood in awe at the scene before her. The circular patterned floor was tiled and was finished off with a dome shaped roof. A grand staircase was fixated in the center, and it branched off into two separate staircases, which led opposite ways. To Faye, it looked like something that came out of a bad movie set than the inside of a dead, deserted old warehouse.
The closing and barring of doors snapped Faye back into the real world while throwing her into pitch black. Blindly, she searched along the wall for a switch, thinking all the while with annoyance that they could've at least had the decency to keep some lights on. The passing moments made her anxious and even more frustrated.
Goddamn it. Where is that fucking switch...and where the fuck is Vicious...?
Just as her fingers brushed something that felt like a light switch, the lights came blazing on. Faye's eyes stung severely with the sudden brightness, which caused her to squint for more than a several moments. Figuring she should be somewhere other than where she was, Faye headed towards the staircase. Just then, a sudden thought came over her. Vicious' little henchmen hadn't followed her inside. Did they actually expect her to know where she was going? Or was it some twisted plan of Vicious. Faye uneasily shrugged it off. She was probably better off on her own anyway.
Making her way up the stairs, Faye decided to take the left fork. There was no particular reason for this, except that the direction the right path led to seemed daunting, and unnerving. Still, she made her way up the left fork slowly, unsure if it was truly the right way to go. Each step taken led her to a long corridor that had several doors on either side. Faye looked to each of them, wondering which one Vicious could be hiding in. A sudden noise from downstairs disturbed her; a door was being locked. Despite her best efforts, Faye grew nervous. Hurriedly, she tried opening the first door on the left, and found it locked. She turned and tried the first door on the right, which was also locked.
"Goddamn it," she exclaimed to no one.
"Are you always this pleasant?"
Faye spun around to greet the voice, already knowing who it belonged to. "Only when I need to be," she retorted.
Vicious smiled, sinister, and yet Faye found it intoxicating. "Glad to see you're in a good mood," he said, gliding past her. She tensed at the closeness of his body, heart thumping in her chest. She watched with eagerness as a key was slipped out of his pocket and placed into the keyhole of the fourth door on the right. The door opened without the slightest disturbance to the air. Vicious' hard-set eyes came into contact with her softer ones. "Every door was locked. You're lucky I found you."
He gestured to her to go inside. Faye stared at his outstretched hand, and then followed his direction. The room that greeted her was larger than was perceived, and it held a decor of red and gold.
"Nice little room ya got here," she told him, taking a seat on the blood red sheets of the bed.
"It should be; not every room is like this."
Vicious sat in a chair with cushioning as blood red as the sheets, crossing his legs. Faye could feel his eyes upon her, much like the feeling she had gotten in the car. But this gaze was more powerful, filled with more desire.
"You stare at every girl you see?" Faye stood, pretending to be exasperated and arrogant. She started to roll a piece of a curtain around her finger, tracing the gold lining.
"I would if every girl looked like you."
She scoffed and looked over her shoulder. "Are you trying to flatter me, Vicious? Honestly...."
Faye heard the sound of the chair scrape the floor as he got up. She tensed again as his body heat came in contact with hers. Trying not to tremble, she felt a long finger slide down the back of her neck and across her bare shoulder blade.
"Personally, Ms. Valentine, I don't think you mind."
Faye shivered as Vicious' warm lips kissed her neck and down her shoulder, retracing the steps of his finger. She moaned softly, lifting her arms up to claps her hands at the base of his neck. His hands became restless and she felt them slide down into the inside of her dress, gently caressing the breasts that lay scarcely hidden there. Half of her screamed for it to stop, asking herself why she was so willingly giving herself to him. But the other half of her had feelings that greatly overrode the half that wanted to
stop. Only God knows how long she had been yearning for this to happen. Ever since the moment she had met Vicious, something inside her had snapped. And now that this moment was happening, there was no way she was going to let it stop.
Being unable to control her feelings any longer, Faye turned and pressed herself against Vicious' body. Looking into those hard set eyes, she could tell that he wanted this just as much as she did. Their lips instantly met in a feverish kiss that lasted through the removal of each other's clothing. Inching closer to the bed, Vicious let himself fall backwards, allowing Faye to fall on top of him. Another kiss was taken before they started to grind their hips in time with one another's. Faye's head swirled in vibrant circles as Vicious filled every fiber of her being. Nothing had ever felt so perfect as being with him that night. Within minutes they had both collapsed, breathing heavily and bodies full of each other. It didn't take long for it to dawn on Faye what had just truly happened: Vicious had made love to her, and had made this the happiest night of her life.
She sighed and pulled him closer to her, finding comfort in his soft heart beat. She smiled. "So you do have a heart after all."
THE END!!!! Hmm.....I'm kinda in a predicament about writing more....I was thinking that Spike should walk in on them!!! But then I thought better of it..plus I got tired of writing. So WHADYA THINK?????? Don't forget to R&R!! teehee! ^-^
Chapter 3
"Vici...."
"Shh," he said, putting a long finger to her lips, then moving it so as to trace the curves of her face. Faye pulled at her sore wrist, but doing so only made Vicious clasp tighter, so she stopped. The clasp was now so tight, that she had to let out a small yelp of pain, despite her best efforts not to. Vicious smiled and lifted the wrist up to his face, kissing it gently. Faye could feel her heart pounding harder in her chest as he did so.
What is he doing? she thought with wild suspicion.
A long black care suddenly pulled up in front of them. Faye turned her head back to the door of the Bebop, finding it deserted. She had only a slight idea of what was going on, and yet she didn't feel at all uneasy. Vicious' cold hand was placed on her bare shoulder, forcing her out of her thoughts.
"Come Ms. Valentine. It's time to go."
The door of the black car was opened, revealing inside the soft leather interior. Faye barely breathed as she felt herself being led towards it by the strong and sure arm of Vicious. She held her breath as she climbed in, Vicious closely behind her. She took a seat and quietly adjusted her dress. The door was
closed and within seconds the engine started. Before she knew it, they were driving like a shadow along the road. Faye could feel Vicious' piercing eyes on her at every moment. Normally, Faye would have easily shrugged off the eyes; she'd had to do it enough times. But the eyes of Vicious were different. Too different. They saw more than just the surface, Faye was sure of it. She looked down, trying with all her might not to submit to them. Finally she gave in, and being the woman of attitude she was, she met the eyes with a sassy glare, only to be met by pure evil and satisfaction.
"What are you staring at?"
Her heart began to pound rapidly again. What would he do? And even more, what would he say?
But Vicious said nothing, and only a light smirk and a shake of his head gave her the slightest idea of what he was thinking.
A wash of boldness suddenly came over Faye, and she continued to stare at her captor.
"And what exactly was it you were thinking? It must have been quite funny to make you laugh so hard."
"Would you really like to know?"
Faye shifted in her seat, tucking a purple strand of hair neatly behind her ear. "Might as well while we're sitting here."
He sighed and looked down, and it seemed to Faye that he appeared very sad.
"The true question is: Would you believe me if I told you?"
She arched an eyebrow at him. Why would he care about what she believed and what she didn't?
It didn't make any sense. "What?" she inclined. "You scared I'll disapprove?"
He returned to himself by giving a soft sinister laugh. "I thought you were beautiful."
Faye scoffed. She didn't believe him. "Do you know just how many men have told me that in order to get a quick screw?"
"Yes, but how many men have actually meant it?"
Faye opened her mouth to reply but stopped, suddenly unsure of what to say. If any other person had said that, she would've immediately taken the comment as an insult. But coming from Vicious, she wasn't sure at all what to make of it.
The car came to a screeching halt, causing Faye to jump. She peered out the window to see the place where she had been taken. A large black building loomed over head. No clear signs of life were being emitted from its depth, and there was no light to be seen. To door was opened and before Faye could blink,
Vicious had slipped out and was already headed towards the building doors. She slid forward and took the ready hand of the driver, stepping out of the car. The driver had thus tried to take her arm, seemingly wanting to lead her towards the building, but Faye knew where she was going, and being the independent woman she was, yanked it away and hurried after Vicious.
The great doors of the building had been left open and there were now two husky looking guards at either side. She hurried past them and stood in awe at the scene before her. The circular patterned floor was tiled and was finished off with a dome shaped roof. A grand staircase was fixated in the center, and it branched off into two separate staircases, which led opposite ways. To Faye, it looked like something that came out of a bad movie set than the inside of a dead, deserted old warehouse.
The closing and barring of doors snapped Faye back into the real world while throwing her into pitch black. Blindly, she searched along the wall for a switch, thinking all the while with annoyance that they could've at least had the decency to keep some lights on. The passing moments made her anxious and even more frustrated.
Goddamn it. Where is that fucking switch...and where the fuck is Vicious...?
Just as her fingers brushed something that felt like a light switch, the lights came blazing on. Faye's eyes stung severely with the sudden brightness, which caused her to squint for more than a several moments. Figuring she should be somewhere other than where she was, Faye headed towards the staircase. Just then, a sudden thought came over her. Vicious' little henchmen hadn't followed her inside. Did they actually expect her to know where she was going? Or was it some twisted plan of Vicious. Faye uneasily shrugged it off. She was probably better off on her own anyway.
Making her way up the stairs, Faye decided to take the left fork. There was no particular reason for this, except that the direction the right path led to seemed daunting, and unnerving. Still, she made her way up the left fork slowly, unsure if it was truly the right way to go. Each step taken led her to a long corridor that had several doors on either side. Faye looked to each of them, wondering which one Vicious could be hiding in. A sudden noise from downstairs disturbed her; a door was being locked. Despite her best efforts, Faye grew nervous. Hurriedly, she tried opening the first door on the left, and found it locked. She turned and tried the first door on the right, which was also locked.
"Goddamn it," she exclaimed to no one.
"Are you always this pleasant?"
Faye spun around to greet the voice, already knowing who it belonged to. "Only when I need to be," she retorted.
Vicious smiled, sinister, and yet Faye found it intoxicating. "Glad to see you're in a good mood," he said, gliding past her. She tensed at the closeness of his body, heart thumping in her chest. She watched with eagerness as a key was slipped out of his pocket and placed into the keyhole of the fourth door on the right. The door opened without the slightest disturbance to the air. Vicious' hard-set eyes came into contact with her softer ones. "Every door was locked. You're lucky I found you."
He gestured to her to go inside. Faye stared at his outstretched hand, and then followed his direction. The room that greeted her was larger than was perceived, and it held a decor of red and gold.
"Nice little room ya got here," she told him, taking a seat on the blood red sheets of the bed.
"It should be; not every room is like this."
Vicious sat in a chair with cushioning as blood red as the sheets, crossing his legs. Faye could feel his eyes upon her, much like the feeling she had gotten in the car. But this gaze was more powerful, filled with more desire.
"You stare at every girl you see?" Faye stood, pretending to be exasperated and arrogant. She started to roll a piece of a curtain around her finger, tracing the gold lining.
"I would if every girl looked like you."
She scoffed and looked over her shoulder. "Are you trying to flatter me, Vicious? Honestly...."
Faye heard the sound of the chair scrape the floor as he got up. She tensed again as his body heat came in contact with hers. Trying not to tremble, she felt a long finger slide down the back of her neck and across her bare shoulder blade.
"Personally, Ms. Valentine, I don't think you mind."
Faye shivered as Vicious' warm lips kissed her neck and down her shoulder, retracing the steps of his finger. She moaned softly, lifting her arms up to claps her hands at the base of his neck. His hands became restless and she felt them slide down into the inside of her dress, gently caressing the breasts that lay scarcely hidden there. Half of her screamed for it to stop, asking herself why she was so willingly giving herself to him. But the other half of her had feelings that greatly overrode the half that wanted to
stop. Only God knows how long she had been yearning for this to happen. Ever since the moment she had met Vicious, something inside her had snapped. And now that this moment was happening, there was no way she was going to let it stop.
Being unable to control her feelings any longer, Faye turned and pressed herself against Vicious' body. Looking into those hard set eyes, she could tell that he wanted this just as much as she did. Their lips instantly met in a feverish kiss that lasted through the removal of each other's clothing. Inching closer to the bed, Vicious let himself fall backwards, allowing Faye to fall on top of him. Another kiss was taken before they started to grind their hips in time with one another's. Faye's head swirled in vibrant circles as Vicious filled every fiber of her being. Nothing had ever felt so perfect as being with him that night. Within minutes they had both collapsed, breathing heavily and bodies full of each other. It didn't take long for it to dawn on Faye what had just truly happened: Vicious had made love to her, and had made this the happiest night of her life.
She sighed and pulled him closer to her, finding comfort in his soft heart beat. She smiled. "So you do have a heart after all."
THE END!!!! Hmm.....I'm kinda in a predicament about writing more....I was thinking that Spike should walk in on them!!! But then I thought better of it..plus I got tired of writing. So WHADYA THINK?????? Don't forget to R&R!! teehee! ^-^