A/N: Well! Whaddaya know! I've started another story! I'm actually hoping to finish this one, but knowing how I am, don't hold your breath.

Disclaimer: Roses are red, Violets are blue, me no own, so you no sue!

This story takes place four years after the end of the CB series. Now, as long as you review, I'll be happy! ^.^ But flame at your own risk… heh-heh-heh…

A tall man paced slowly along a street somewhere on Mars. One of his hands was anchored permanently in his pocket, and the other dangled loosely at his side. A cigarette dangled from his lips, a tiny, glowing, pinprick.

As he meandered down the empty street, a single drop of rain dropped onto the dull concrete in front of him.

Spike Spiegel tilted his head up, regarding the ominous gray clouds above him with a thoughtful expression.

"Is today one of your pissy days?" he asked the sky.

As if in answer, a torrent of rain dumped on him, drenching him instantly. Spike watched his cigarette fizzle out. "Someone's PMSing…" he muttered.

Cursing under his breath, he closed his eyes and brushed his sopping hair out of his face. "I need a vacation…" he muttered. Reaching into his jacket, he pulled out his money card, and regarded it solemnly. After a minute of contemplation, he tossed the card upwards, caught it between two fingers, kissed it, and dropped it back into his pocket. "I'm outta here!" Whistling, he turned on his heel and strode off.

Standing outside of a very ritzy building, Spike to one last look at the night sky. It was 11 o'clock pm, and he grinned. "Time for Spike's fun." He patted the pocket with his money card in it, and walked through the double glass doors.

He was in an expensive looking lobby. Tropical plants in fancy ceramic pots accompanied plush couches, small tables, and warm lights. At one end of the room, a cute receptionist sat behind a mahogany desk.

Spike approached her slowly, taking time to absorb the room. She looked up, meeting his eyes, and smiling prettily. She was medium height, with long chocolate brown hair pulled to the side and braided. Her blue eyes sparkled, and she tapped her lips with one painted fingernail. "Hello! Welcome to The Valencia. Would you like a room tonight?" she asked, and Spike nodded, smiling, for her happy nature was contagious.

She was wearing a dark red business suit, the skirt extra tight, and the jacket buttoned just enough to cover her. A shiny nametag pinned over her heart read, "Kate Monterossa: Receptionist, The Valencia".

She giggled and leaned forward, rifling around on the desk, and giving Spike quite the view down her jacket. "That will be 500,000 woolongs, sir."

Kate accepted his money card, and chatted happily as she withdrew the amount. "I expect you'll want one of the girls, right? I don't know who's free right now. I'm so bad with remembering things! Just let me check the schedule here… Hmmm. Looks like Ruby's free. You'll like her! She's such a great girl! Yes… sign here and here… Wow! You're eyes are different colors! That's really neat! I wish I had different colored eyes… Oh dear, I've been babbling again, haven't I? The girls always tell me to slow down and let other people get a word in edgewise! Oh dear, you must think I'm dreadfully silly…" she blushed prettily, and looked down.

Spike smiled inwardly. "No, not at all. I'm used to living on my own, so some feminine conversation is nice."

Kate blushed even more, this time with pleasure. "Oh! Aren't you a gentleman! Much better from the clients who usually come here…" she grew silent, staring grimly at her hands.

Spike was just about to ask her what she meant by that, when she jumped up, all pep and smiles again.

"Just listen to me! You come here to relax and have a good time, and here I am, griping about the little problems in life! I'm so silly! Here, let me take you to your room…" She pressed a button on the desk and said something into a microphone that Spike couldn't hear, before leading him off down the hall. "The Valencia is the wealthiest brothel this side of Tharsis. We have 100 rooms, and 50 girls working total, so you can have exactly what you're looking for. We've-Oh!" she had dropped a stack of papers, and they fluttered all over the floor. "Oh dear. I'm so clumsy! Just let me pick these up again…" she bent over and began to gather the papers, chattering all the while. "…And when Mr. Ricardo came, I tripped on the stairs and sprained my ankle, and I was off my feet for two weeks! Can you believe that?"

Spike nodded and muttered something, battling surprise at the nice view of her rear and shapely legs. He jerked to himself, as she stood up, the papers safe once more. "Alright, now where were we?" She glanced at the paper on the top of the stack. "Oh yes! I was taking you to Ruby's room…" she continued on down the hall.

She stopped at a door on the left side of the hall, bare except for a plate with the numbers '17' engraved on it. She produced a door key from somewhere in her jacket, and unlocked the door. "Alright, there you go, sir. Have a nice night!" With that, she disappeared down the hall.

Spike pushed the door open, and walked inside, shutting the door firmly behind him. He looked around the room. No lights were on, but the moonlight from the large windows on one wall illuminated the room quite well. A large bed covered with only sheets occupied a large portion of the room. A dresser was pushed against one wall; the door next to it was open. The main room was empty, but Spike could hear running water coming from the open door. Curious, he looked into the room beyond, and his jaw dropped.

A woman was in the shower, safely washing behind a curtain. But a shaft of moonlight from the skylight above her allowed Spike to see her shadowed form against the curtain.

She was medium height and slender, with curves enough to make him drool. Her hair looked to be about shoulder length, but it was hard to tell, because she was washing it. The water ran over her, and she posed unconsciously, arching her back and letting the water run over her chest. She ran her hands from her neck to her ankles, then reached up and turned the water off.

Spike walked back over to the bed and sat down, tossing his jacket over a chair, and kicking off his boots.

The lady was standing in the doorway when he looked back up. She had wrapped a towel around her body, but it still left very little to the imagination. Her face was obscured by the darkness of the room, but he could see that she did have shoulder length hair, and her body was Spike's every fantasy.

As if sensing his thoughts, she sauntered over, her hips swaying ever so slightly. She walked right up to him, until there were only a few inches of space between her chest and his nose. She reached out and cupped his chin in one hand, and her skin was pale and smooth, but Spike felt the slight rub of a thin line of calluses along her palm. She tilted his head up and caressed his face lightly. Suddenly, she stopped. "You remind me of someone…" her voice was low and silky, and it hummed around him, tugging at his mind. He opened his mouth, but she placed one soft finger on his lips. "Let's not think about this until morning." Spike nodded, and she climbed onto the bed, straddling his legs.

The towel settled softly onto the ground in a puddle of moonlight.

A/N: Well? Like it? Let me know if I should continue writing…