It had been a long day, and Spike was tired. Exhausted, even. He landed the Swordfish on the hangar deck and patted the money card in his breast pocket. It was there, all right. 50,000 wulongs worth of plastic. He grinned as he lit a cigarette.
It was all his. No one had helped him catch that bounty, and no one was going to help him spend the money, either. He went into his bunk and found fresh clothing. Time to go tear up something on Mars.
Three bottles of whisky later and many, many wulongs poorer, Spike Spiegel returned to the Bebop. He was having some trouble walking, or else the walls were actively shoving him. No big deal, though. He staggered past the Redtail, tripping over a brawny pair of legs in the process. Were there always legs just lying in the floor?
"Spike," Jet snarled. "Don't step on me. I'm not part of the floor."
Holy crap, the damned plane can talk! Spike scratched his head as he staggered off. "Sorry, Mr. Redtail, sir. Y'know, you sound a lot like Jet."
There was a confused "What?" but he didn't hear it as he moved into the main room of the ship, humming out of key and shuffling his big feet. But a wondrous sight in the main room caught his muti-colored eyes.
There lay Faye Valentine, resplendent in yellow. As Spike stared at her, taken aback by her beauty, she gave him a toothy smile. He stood there for a moment, awed, before going over to her. "Faye. You look so…bright."
She rolled over to look at him from a different angle, still smiling.
Spike lay a cautious hand on her shoulder, caressing her. He marveled as she seemed to grow in length before his eyes, stretching out her lithe body. Her hips undulated in his hands, and he looked at her face, longing for her, but uncertain.
Her smile encouraged him to continue.
"Faye," he whispered, running his fingertips over her skin, which was smooth and yielding to his touch. She snuggled against him, and he moaned softly. So luscious…he breathed into her ear and felt her body pleasantly shake.
She placed a soft, lingering kiss on his neck and he purred, raking his trimmed nails along her thigh. He smiled back at her beaming face, gazing upon her lovingly. "My darling…"
After a few moments of tender necking, he wanted to own her, possess her completely. He ran his fingers through her fluid black hair as he entered her.
Jet was beginning to wonder what had become of his black towel. It had been on the floor by his feet, but now it was gone. He walked towards the main room, nearly running into Edward. Her eyes were huge.
"Jet-person, what's Spike-person doing to the couch?"
Jet looked, then picked Ed up and took her away to keep her from seeing much more. "Beats me."