Disclaimer - I have no money for a witty disclaimer, which means I
sho'nuff don't have enough money to buy Cowboy Bebop.
"Look Me in the Eye"
a product of Nataku-chan Incorporated ^_^
Chapter 4 -
"Ten thousand years I've searched it seems and now
Got to get to you, but I don't know how
Call me, Call me
Let me know you're all right"
- Steve Conte, "Call me, call me"
How little it had taken; Spike vaguely wondered if the Cosmos was
playing some sort of joke on him. Surely things like this didn't happen
on a normal basis - certainly not for Spike anyway. After all, those
type of emotions had gotten him into a lot of trouble - how had he
managed to land himself in the same situation all over again?
It had started harmlessly enough. A simple lunch between two
people; just the two of them joking around, slinging insults like the
good old days. Before long, Faye had gotten bored and decided to
go shopping. With nothing else to do, Spike had agreed to go with her.
If only he had known what it would lead to...
Looking back, Spike decided it really hadn't been that bad of a decision.
Though he really didn't like Mars, there were certainly a lot of things
to see. He wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he had actually enjoyed
being in Faye's company.
She had always seemed a bit of a pest in their days cooped up on the ship,
but it seemed she had been very pleasant; she hadn't spent all of her time
in clothes shops as he had expected. In fact, she had only done mostly
window shopping, picking up little things here and there as they walked
down the streets.
"I don't get you." Spike replied as they passed another store.
"What?" Faye asked, glancing at a pair of shoes as they passed by.
"You have a crap load of clothes on the ship, but I haven't seen you wear
any of them."
"I do so wear them" Faye replied indignantly. "It's not my fault you've
never taken the time to notice."
Spike held his hands up in defense. "Fair enough." The pair continued on
a little ways before Spike stopped in front of a large store window.
"What's up?" Faye asked, looking back at him.
"You'd look pretty good in that." Spike answered, gesturing to the outfit
displayed in the windom. It was a designed after chinese garb, a
sleeveless purple blouse with black floral print and trim with a high collar.
The blouse parted at the waist, forming a split that stopped mid-thigh.
With the top went a pair of tight-fitting, form-fitting slacks and a pair of
black mary janes.
"I dunno..." Faye mused. "It's really not me."
Spike smirked. "And what you've got on is?" Faye shot him a surprised,
but dirty look. "C'mon, you can do better'n this."
"Says you, the Grand Pumba of Fashion..."
"Just try it on, would ya?" Spike asked. "It won't kill you."
"All right, all right..." Faye muttered.
Spike smirked triumphantly as he led her into the store where she
selected the outfit and skulked into a dressing room.
"Need a hand?" he asked.
"Sure," came the voice from within. "Come in here and I'll show you
where you can shove it."
Spike was tempted to barge in, but decided better of it. The woman did
have a gun on her...
'It's not like I wanna see her without clothes on...' he thought to himself.
~Or do you...?~ Another voice in his head responded.
'Hell no! Where'd that one come from?!'
"Well?"
"That was fas--" Spike's words died in his throat as he got a good look at
Faye. Though the outfit itself had been simple in design, it succeeded in
accenting every curve Faye possessed, proving to be more flattering than
her 'whore suit' could ever hope to be.
Spike wasn't sure if his mouth had gone slack, dry, or both.
"What's wrong with it?" Faye asked. "I look stupid, right?"
"...no.. No, you look fo-innne..." Spike stopped, clearing his throat. "You
look all right."
"It makes me look... ordinary." Faye frowned, looking herself over in a
mirror. "How'm I s'posed to pull with this?"
"Is that all that matters to you?" Spike asked with a frown, shooting a glare
at a few passersby who had stopped to gawk at Faye.
"It's all I've got." Faye answered quietly, as if it shamed her to admit it,
even to him.
"You've got to be kidding me," She gave him a confused look. "You're
more than just a tight ass and a pair of breasts-"
~You really think so?~ that voice taunted.
'Shut. Up.' "And any guy who thinks that ought to get his ass kicked."
Faye remained quiet for a moment. "You mean... you don't think that?"
"Of course not!" Spike exclaimed, seemingly appalled that she would
even think such a thing. Still, Faye couldn't help but notice a little pink
tinting his cheeks. "If I did, I woulda screwed you ages ago."
Faye fought the urge to laugh. "Oh yeah? So why haven't you then?"
Spike smirked. "Cuz I know you'd kick my ass."
"Damn straight!" Faye laughed, turning back towards the changing
room. Before stepping back in however, she kissed him lightly on the
lips.
Bewildered, Spike gingerly touched his lips, remembering the butterfly
kiss she had placed there weeks before.
"Wha..." Spike's brain wouldn't allow him to articulate any words.
"Because I wanted to." she replied, answering his unspoken
question before disappearing back into the booth.
And just like that, Spike realized that without knowing it, Faye had
managed to bag him hook line and sinker.
He sunk down into a chair, a finger still to his lips. "Aw, shit..."
~End of Chapter 5
sho'nuff don't have enough money to buy Cowboy Bebop.
"Look Me in the Eye"
a product of Nataku-chan Incorporated ^_^
Chapter 4 -
"Ten thousand years I've searched it seems and now
Got to get to you, but I don't know how
Call me, Call me
Let me know you're all right"
- Steve Conte, "Call me, call me"
How little it had taken; Spike vaguely wondered if the Cosmos was
playing some sort of joke on him. Surely things like this didn't happen
on a normal basis - certainly not for Spike anyway. After all, those
type of emotions had gotten him into a lot of trouble - how had he
managed to land himself in the same situation all over again?
It had started harmlessly enough. A simple lunch between two
people; just the two of them joking around, slinging insults like the
good old days. Before long, Faye had gotten bored and decided to
go shopping. With nothing else to do, Spike had agreed to go with her.
If only he had known what it would lead to...
Looking back, Spike decided it really hadn't been that bad of a decision.
Though he really didn't like Mars, there were certainly a lot of things
to see. He wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he had actually enjoyed
being in Faye's company.
She had always seemed a bit of a pest in their days cooped up on the ship,
but it seemed she had been very pleasant; she hadn't spent all of her time
in clothes shops as he had expected. In fact, she had only done mostly
window shopping, picking up little things here and there as they walked
down the streets.
"I don't get you." Spike replied as they passed another store.
"What?" Faye asked, glancing at a pair of shoes as they passed by.
"You have a crap load of clothes on the ship, but I haven't seen you wear
any of them."
"I do so wear them" Faye replied indignantly. "It's not my fault you've
never taken the time to notice."
Spike held his hands up in defense. "Fair enough." The pair continued on
a little ways before Spike stopped in front of a large store window.
"What's up?" Faye asked, looking back at him.
"You'd look pretty good in that." Spike answered, gesturing to the outfit
displayed in the windom. It was a designed after chinese garb, a
sleeveless purple blouse with black floral print and trim with a high collar.
The blouse parted at the waist, forming a split that stopped mid-thigh.
With the top went a pair of tight-fitting, form-fitting slacks and a pair of
black mary janes.
"I dunno..." Faye mused. "It's really not me."
Spike smirked. "And what you've got on is?" Faye shot him a surprised,
but dirty look. "C'mon, you can do better'n this."
"Says you, the Grand Pumba of Fashion..."
"Just try it on, would ya?" Spike asked. "It won't kill you."
"All right, all right..." Faye muttered.
Spike smirked triumphantly as he led her into the store where she
selected the outfit and skulked into a dressing room.
"Need a hand?" he asked.
"Sure," came the voice from within. "Come in here and I'll show you
where you can shove it."
Spike was tempted to barge in, but decided better of it. The woman did
have a gun on her...
'It's not like I wanna see her without clothes on...' he thought to himself.
~Or do you...?~ Another voice in his head responded.
'Hell no! Where'd that one come from?!'
"Well?"
"That was fas--" Spike's words died in his throat as he got a good look at
Faye. Though the outfit itself had been simple in design, it succeeded in
accenting every curve Faye possessed, proving to be more flattering than
her 'whore suit' could ever hope to be.
Spike wasn't sure if his mouth had gone slack, dry, or both.
"What's wrong with it?" Faye asked. "I look stupid, right?"
"...no.. No, you look fo-innne..." Spike stopped, clearing his throat. "You
look all right."
"It makes me look... ordinary." Faye frowned, looking herself over in a
mirror. "How'm I s'posed to pull with this?"
"Is that all that matters to you?" Spike asked with a frown, shooting a glare
at a few passersby who had stopped to gawk at Faye.
"It's all I've got." Faye answered quietly, as if it shamed her to admit it,
even to him.
"You've got to be kidding me," She gave him a confused look. "You're
more than just a tight ass and a pair of breasts-"
~You really think so?~ that voice taunted.
'Shut. Up.' "And any guy who thinks that ought to get his ass kicked."
Faye remained quiet for a moment. "You mean... you don't think that?"
"Of course not!" Spike exclaimed, seemingly appalled that she would
even think such a thing. Still, Faye couldn't help but notice a little pink
tinting his cheeks. "If I did, I woulda screwed you ages ago."
Faye fought the urge to laugh. "Oh yeah? So why haven't you then?"
Spike smirked. "Cuz I know you'd kick my ass."
"Damn straight!" Faye laughed, turning back towards the changing
room. Before stepping back in however, she kissed him lightly on the
lips.
Bewildered, Spike gingerly touched his lips, remembering the butterfly
kiss she had placed there weeks before.
"Wha..." Spike's brain wouldn't allow him to articulate any words.
"Because I wanted to." she replied, answering his unspoken
question before disappearing back into the booth.
And just like that, Spike realized that without knowing it, Faye had
managed to bag him hook line and sinker.
He sunk down into a chair, a finger still to his lips. "Aw, shit..."
~End of Chapter 5