____The Uncalled Lust____

.chapter three. "Would you kill the heat already!"

The rest of the drive home was silent and painfully uncomfortable in my part.

Jet seemed to be distracted with his driving to notice Faye's body bent over to me with her head on my lap. I prayed for him to never turn his eyes on the rear view mirror and notice the Faye's upper body is nowhere to be seen; and I prayed for him to hurry up and get us home.

I swear, at that point in time, nothing could be more embarrassing than a face set closely to a man's anatomy. Some guys would grin and maybe even try something, but even if I was a man who is 100% attracted to women, now wasn't the time to act on my hormonial needs. And so I continued to sit, trying to look somewhat composed, and things just got worse as I felt Faye's hand that rested on the high of my thigh, squeeze me. I gave a sudden loud cough, and squirmed on my seat.

"You catching a cold there, Spike?" Jet asked suddenly, and I backfired with a stuttering no. He laughed a little; I figured maybe he had known this since that quick turn he did.. or better yet, he planned this to happen! I don't know how tricky Jet is, but I ignored his laughing.

I thanked the stars that we reached the docks soon after than. And as we halted to a stop, I quckly pushed my door open, leaping out like a wild man freed from a guilded cage. I turned around sharply, in just enough time to watch Faye's head fall harshly on the seat.

"Ow.." she whined a little, and I stood in hesitation to either run for it or freeze in my spot in hopes that she would go back to sleeping. But to my misfortune, she pushed herself up and let herself out the door, swaying dizzily when she stepped out the door. She had a look on her face that could only mean she posessed anger towards a certain individual; which was me.

"What the hell did you do to me now?" she questioned; she leaned her back against the closed door as Jet stepped out of his, and was rubbing her head for a bump.

"I didn't do a damn thing!" it was half true; besides, it was her fault to begin with.

"Yeah right..." she hissed back and began to wobble her way towards the hanger doors and into the Bebop without another glance back.

I watched her walk; one hand on her head, the other on the patched wound on her side. It was almost like she was about to do that strange thing people do, where they rub their belly and their head at the same time with the different hands. Maybe I should help her? It would be a good thing to do but...

"Like hell you didn't do anything."

Great. Jet decides to switch sides on me. All I could do was turn to him with blazed eyes.

"I know at least some part of you was doing something," he laughed again, then moved to follow Faye into the Bebop.

I followed seconds after his little comment; What the hell has gone with the world....?

:: 2 Days Later ::

As luck would have it, the whole Bebop crew has been undergoing a 'heat problem' since this morning. It seems that the heater broke, and is going all whacky on us by disfunctioning the off switch; which means the whole ship has turned into a desert.

I've been laying around the floor with my bare back and boxers all day, trying to absorb any possible coldness the metal floor usually has. I haven't seen Jet all day, I figured he was still at the hanger trying to fix our heat problem.

Damn. If he was still in there, I have not doubt he'd be butt naked sitting there. If I had to be kept in a hot place for too long, I'd get in my birthday suit if I had too.

Ed and Ein just lazily slept on the couch; the heat seem to not bother them so much.

And Faye... after my little comment in the clinic a few days ago about how 'she's not naked; I don't mind seeing Faye in underwear', she's been walking around in her black panties and black bra, trying to show off. Fortunately, she found her attire disapproving after walking a few times with her patched wound on the left side of her stomach, and slipped a towel around her waist; thus helping me greatly over my consideration towards her.. and her body.

I didn't get much sleep last night (because of the heat), but I managed to get some sleep this afternoon on the same floor I'm laying on. And I forgot to mention one thing; why exactly am I still laying here then, when it's about seven p.m. at night?

My partial reason is because I'm a little bit startled with the dream I had in my sleep.

It was a weird dream; the kind of weird that resembles too closely to reality. I was walking around the Bebop, in my boxers, and I could feel that the heater still hadn't been fixed. I got a little hungry, so I decided to go to the kitchen to look for anything to eat. When I got there, there were no lights in the room, and Faye, in her underwear and wrapped towel, was standing in front of the sink with her head under running water.

I thought maybe she was taking a shower in the sink; of course during this dream I didn't even know subconsciously that I was dreaming.

I said a few words, something like: "What the hell are you doing?". What she did after that was what kept me a little perturbed. I watched her twist the faucet closed, and turn around with this sly smile and asked: "Are you hungry, Spike?"

I remember nodding dumbly to her, kind of struck in confusion; and when she said those two words, my body rushed towards her in response. That's when I sat up in spot and woke up in a sweat before anything past an R rating began to spawn in my dream.

Those two words: "Eat me."

Well... let me explain how this word 'came about'.

Before I fell asleep, I was trying to piss off Faye like in my daily routine; and one of her smart-ass responses happened to be "Eat me."; which in turn, I took in a different way and conjured a lame comeback that came out eight seconds late.

I know it's just a stupid dream...

Figuring it was lame for me to stay in one spot because I felt hostile towards the 'foreseen predictions' some people say impacting dreams have, I got up on my feet to get me a glass of water.

As I walked towards the kitchen, (I was coming from the corridor by the hanger), I noticed that the main room's lights were off. In the back of my mind, I felt cautious, but I shrugged it off. I continued towards the kitchen, peering in to see any signs of Faye...

And to my disturbance, the shrew woman happened to be in the darkened room; and just like in my dream, her head was under the running water of the faucet in the sink. She was leaning with her head down, her back exposed to the heated atmosphere, and I became transfixed. I was so shocked that the resemblence of the dream to what I was seeing now looked too similar, that I would give half of my money in a bet that I was some sort of psychic.

Like an idiot, in my nervousness, I blurted out the same words I had said in the similar situation.

I swallowed hard as I watched he twist the knob on the faucet, stopping running water over her soaked hair, and turn to me with the same eerie smile.

"Hey Spike, are you hungry?"

I thought then that I should just leave; don't even answer her and just get out of the room. Though I was sincerely scared shit with this, I also happen to be curious. What would lead Faye into saying "Eat me" in a sexual manner in real life? For all I know, Faye hates me with every fiber of her being. This new revelation brought me a little cockiness; inspiring me to go ahead with it, and see how it all ends up.

And so I play it cool:
"Yeah," I lifted a brow to her, showing I wasn't intimidating at all with whatever she was pulling. "Why?"

She leaned back, her elbows resting beside her on the counter, and looked purely satisfied with my reply. This was it; I had no doubts she was going to say what she said in my dream, and what I thought she'd say. That smirk on her face; the way she crossed her legs casually, it was just like it in my dream. I held my breath; wondering why I shouldn't just run now and not even face this. On the other hand, I was getting anxious and excited. There was no way in hell this could be happening, and right now it looked as if it was going to happen.

She chuckled at me, amused with something....

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"Sorry, I fed your plate to Ein."

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All I could think of was, 'Damn it!'....
....(for both my food, and my chances).



#Author Notes#
Thanks for the great reviews; couldn't write this chapter without them.

About Spike's OOC; I hope you don't mind if I share a personal thereom about OOCness ('Out-Of-Character' to those who need informed). I think that when you are writing in a first person perspective, going OOC is a little flexible. In the series, Spike is a little bit lacking in transferring emotional feeling through expressions. And for most of the time, this is what Spike does in a lot of the situations involving something dramatic or climatic; and if you can tell the exact emotion that Spike undergoes during that event, then you are a master of reading his lacked expressions.

What I'm trying to point out is that it is hard to read an expression when a character is never introduced in the first point of view, or narrated in third person; and with that is the trouble of reading Spike's true personality. You see him in some episodes that he's casual, laid back, and a little bit immature (in example: "Honky Tonk Women" and "Cowboy Funk"); and in other times he's dead serious, cynical, and fueled with remorse (in example: "The Real Folk Blues part 1 and 2"). The best example to see this constant change in behavior in Spike, I would say personally is "Ballad of the Fallen Angels" (from Spike fighting Vicious in a determined manner--to--making fun of Faye's humming). And a lot of people will say, "Well that's just because he's flirting; he acts differently."

That's a whole other theory...^-^;

I'll end my babbling right now.
-Jix