Ok now for the next chapter. Oh and first of all, I'm a junior not a senior. (I'm one of those little kids, that didn't have any friends so I started writing.) So this was my first prom. It was fine. I'm glad that people are liking my story. It gives me self-esteem. ^_^

Any way now enough of my boring speaking, and the next chapter.

Oh yeah and If any of you listen to System of a down, there is a song that reminds me of Spike and Landis. It's called forest.

Oh yeah you don't know who Landis is yet oh well. ^_^

Woo hoo lets just jump right into the lemon!!! Warning!!!! Lemony-Lemon. Its bad, I've read worse(which makes me look bad but anyway) but this one is worse then some others I have read. So please know and understand. I don't feel like getting in trouble.

I don't own Bebop.

Chapter 3: Kids in the dark make accidents, which lead to kids.

            The memory seemed so real so vivid, she could feel it all again. Only this time it wasn't exhilarating, it made her heart hurt.

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She jumped up wrapping her legs around his waist; and rubbed against him. She could feel him against her through his boxers and her shorts. This touch caused the fever in her to rise and she rubbed against him harder. His breath quickened and a small moan escaped him. He smashed her harder into the wall, and she gasped; it was like he was trying to enter her despite their clothes. She pushed back straining against the fabric.

"Stop." He said between breaths.

Faye looked at him unsure.

            Spike took a few steps backwards and fell onto the bed; rolling over to put Faye underneath him. Holding her back with his hands he began to move down from her collar bone with his kisses. Her back arched as his tongue moved across her breast and with the tip he flicked her nipple. He proceeded to put his lips to her breast and suckle her nipple.

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            Faye almost laughed. Amused with the fact that his action had mirrored one that he would cause.

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            She ran her hands down his chest and over the protruding cloth of his boxers. Feeling him tingle beneath her she began to rub slowly. His head came up from her breast and before he could do anything she lifted her mouth to his. He bit her lip as the rhythm of her hand sped up. The pain on her lip only threw her into more ecstasy, knowing what she was doing to him made her want him even more. She moved her hand and rubbed her self against his quivering member.* He bit down harder and she heard him moan into her lips.

He slid his hands from behind her back; down, down over her hips taking her underwear as he continued; and threw them behind him. Now he ran his kisses up her leg; which the further he traveled turned into his tongue till he was almost in her; then was. She clutched the sheets as his tongue explored her depths. Bright splashes of color were forming beneath her eyelids. Her intensifying moans seemed to be encouraging him as he dug deeper.

"Oh God!" She screamed as his tongue reached her spot. She felt herself convulse as her mind exploded.

He lifted his head and smiled at her his mouth wet and shinny with her fluids. He straddled her and continued to smile at her as she came down from her high. He leaned over to kiss her but she slid down between his legs and pulled off his boxers. Pursing her lips she blew softly on his stiffness and watched as his whole body shook. She knew that he was having trouble holding himself up with just his arms. Pushing up with her shoulder she flipped him over onto the bed. Starting at the back she ran her tongue along the length of him to the tip. And this she played with a moment longer before wrapping her lips around him and continuing.

She could tell it wouldn't be long now and she slid her mouth down one last time and gave a final flick of her tongue before she sat up. She moved over him, not being able to wait any longer. But before she could slide onto him he picked her up and threw her once again changing their positions. He looked down at her for a few agonizing moments. His eyes looked slightly glazed like he still wasn't sure of what was happening. Or at least that he couldn't believe it.

The ache inside of Faye was growing still, she couldn't wait, why was he stalling? Just to torture her?

He moved over her, but still made no action to enter her. She could tell he wanted it too, Why? Why was he waiting. As she slid her hands up to his butt to push him he slammed into her. Her whole body shook with the pleasure and pain of his rough entry. And her scream echoed through the ship. After that first thrust he moved slowly and softly but as her fingers dug into his flesh his speed and strength intensified. It wasn't long until she was pushing back against him their hips moving together, the sounds of their body's hitting together only competing against the sounds of their ragged breaths.

As he exploded inside of her Faye felt a rush of everything bombard her. It was like she had left her body and was floating in a world of ecstasy.

Gasping for air they lay by each other. As their breath slowed so did their minds until absentmindedly Spike grabbed Faye and pulled her too him allowing sleep to take them.

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            Wakening the next morning Faye was surprised by the heavy weight of an arm across her and the warmth of a body pressed against her. Then she remembered what had happened and her surprise was replaced with anger and guilt.

            Careful not to wake Spike she slipped out of bed and threw the covers neatly back over his naked form. She may hate him for what he participated in but she didn't want him to get too cold. She put her pajamas back on and walked down to the kitchen to get some coffee.

            "Jesus Faye, can't you ware more clothes when you're walking around. Other people live on this ship."

             Nice to see you too Jet. Thought Faye but instead she said. "No shit Jet?"

            She hoped her loving comment would tell him that it was too early to bug her right now. But Jet didn't notice or more likely didn't care and continued talking to her.

            "Did you hear anything last night?" Jet asked her back.

            Faye's back stiffened a little. He couldn't know, could he? "No."

            "Oh Cause I woke up in the middle of the night cause I thought I herd a scream, but I must have imagined it if you didn't hear anything."

            Faye felt herself blush, this was like sneaking around hoping your father didn't catch you. Well at least she assumed that this was what it was like.

"Must have." She forced out. She stood at the counter stirring her coffee when she heard him.

"Hey Jet, you won't believe the weirdass dream I…"

Faye turned around to see Spike standing in the doorway. Spike's face dropped when he looked in Faye's eyes. She wasn't sure what he saw there, but she knew that he saw the truth about his 'dream'. A sense of sadness that reminded Faye too much of pity covered his eye.

Faye's heart turned black, she didn't want his pity. It was just as much if not more her fault.

"What are you staring at you big lunkhead?!"

The pity left his face replaced with something Faye couldn't place. "Good morning to you too Faye."

Deciding that his indistinguishable mood had ruined her coffee she got up to leave.

"Damn Faye you really need to start wearing more clothes when you are in public before someone takes advantage of your offer."

His words cut into her like tinny daggers. How dare he mock her weakness. And hurt her so much. She wanted to kick him in those same balls that he had violated her with last night. Instead she flipped him off as she walked passed. But before she could get away he grabbed her wrist and whispered into her hear.

"Thanks, but I don't repeat things that aren't that good."

Faye slapped him, hard. "Asshole", she sneered as she ran down the hall. She slammed her door just as the tears sprang from her eyes. She fell to her bed; sobs wracking her body. She stayed there the rest of the day drifting between crying and sleep and continuing to cry in her sleep.

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            It was then that she had realized that she hated him with all of her soul.

And loved him.

It was only a short time later that Spike had left to die; she hadn't even known yet.

            "Ms. Valentine there is a call on line one."

            Faye blinked back the memory; a single tear sliding down her cheek.

            "Ms. Valentine?"

            "Yes, I got it thanks."

            Faye took one last deep breath and erased the memory as she answered the phone.

* That was a little "ten things I hate about you" joke.