The Way to a Player's Heart
Chapter 9
Tears Only Fall
By: Rachel*
Rated: R
Gender: Romance/Drama
E-mail: PeachGirlKiley@aol.com
Web Address: www.Spike-Faye-Shrine.cjb.net
What's going to happen now? Is Spike falling in love with Faye, is Faye in love with Spike? Heartache or happiness? Enjoy! READ+REVIEW! Also some content and suggested scenes. Warning for those who are reading this R rated fic, and are too young to be…then again, I'm still 16 so…heh… ::cough:: anyway. Enjoy the story.
Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop
Spike just sat there as Faye's lips teased his. His eyes closed and his head moved up some challenging her as he sighed. She moved with him as his lips parted, and kissed her back. His eyes opened and he looked down at Faye. He blinked; it was still Faye he was kissing. "Faye, wait…" He pushed her back.
She bent forward, hanging her head down. Standing she walked towards the door. "You don't have to say anything, if you don't want to, I'll live." She closed her eyes and walked away from him, shutting the door behind her.
Spike leaned back into the counter as he brought his right hand to his lips. She'd actually kissed him. He stood, dragging his feet; the water left his clothes soaked. He didn't bother cleaning up the floor; it was just a tile with metal under it anyway. The floor could wait a night. He stared to walk towards his room. Quick, thought-filled steps one right after the other. Water dripped from his clothing, and he shivered as he walked past Faye's room. "Faye's room?"
He blinked, when had he ever considered it to be Faye's room? It wasn't hers; it was Julia's…right? He reached for the door, but something stopped him. He found himself walking over to Faye's door. He knocked, and held his breath as he heard her shuffling around, the squeaking of the mattress, and then the jiggle of the door handle. "Yes?" she stopped when she noticed it was Spike.
He stared at her and took a short breath. "What do you want to know?" He stepped closer. She was dressed in the white nightgown. Spike closed his eyes forcing back the girl with the golden hair he used to know so well.
Faye shivered as his fingers ran through her damp locks of hair. She frowned a bit. "Everything," she sighed. Spike's eyebrows arched upwards and nodded his head.
"Everything," he quoted, capturing her in a kiss. He pulled back and went to her neck as his heart began to race.
"Spike," she pulled back. Spike closed his eyes and sat down on the bed. Her hand ran down his torso, and paused as she felt an indent through his shirt. Spike took a sharp inhale and reached to pull away.
"Everything," Faye breathed. Spike exhaled, and shut his eyes tightly. He calmed when her hands ran over his face, tracing his lips.
"I got it, trying to save Julia's life." He chewed on his lower lip.
She nodded laying a kiss on his cheek. "And this one?" she could feel another on his left shoulder blade.
He stiffened and pulled her back. He looked up at her; he couldn't see her violet hair, her green eyes, nor her pale skin, only blond hair, and only blue eyes. "I was stupid, turned, and the guy shot me…"
He took Faye and pulled her down kissing her. He needed to think of something other than the past. "Faye," he had said her name. He was sober, and had said her name. He loved her enough to show his true self to her, and she was in love with him.
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He buried his face in the base of her neck as she said his name over and over, like a broken record. Her fingers racked through his hair as he moved his face to meet hers in a breath steeling kiss. "Spike," she was his.
He closed his eyes and echoed her name. "Julia." The air grew stale quickly. Faye was silent as Spike became aware of what he'd just said.
Her beating heart wrenched. The words he'd said, the pain he'd just caused, was way too much to bear. She looked away from him. Shoving him to the right she stood, pulling their sheet with her. Wrapping it around herself, she shook and turned back to him. "I should have known better." Her voice wavered.
Spike didn't look over at her; he stared down at his clenched fists. They shook, he shook. .What had he just done? "Faye, I…" He swallowed as looked over into her eyes. They were dull, and hurtful looking. "I didn't mean it—"
"Bullshit!" Faye screamed. She kicked a cardboard box that was by her feet. Spike flinched at her tone of voice. "You still love her," She was on the verge of crying. "When you decide you're ready to move on, maybe I'll be around." She grabbed her shirt, and pants off the hook on the back of the door, and left.
Spike covered his face with his hands and bent forward, before falling onto his side. "What have I done?" He took a pillow and covered his face with it. No light came threw. He was in darkness as the tears began to fall. Too bad tears only fall. The pillow smelled of her perfume, not Faye's, but Julia's. No matter how long she'd been gone, the presence of her was still around him, haunting him. "I love you…Faye." He rolled onto his back. The pillow rested on his face, his arms strewn out at his sides. "I love you…Julia." He cursed under his breath as he heard Faye's swift footsteps as she left the Bebop. "Farewell, to both of you." He chocked out a cry and for the second time in his life wept.
Short, yes very. I know, but I thought it fit ending here. Sad, yes, will there be a happy ending? Only my fingers can tell, and they don't talk… -_-' Heh. S+F 4 ever! READ + REVIEW!