A/N: Hey! I'm finally back!!! I bring the further adventures of the dynamic duo, Faye and Spike!
If you guys' haven't noticed, I found another author that had plagiarized some of this story. She copied the passage about Faye's dress in the first chapter. It wasn't just the same dress, it was the exact same description of the dress in the same order, the exact same description of Faye's legs, and the exact same shoes for Faye, all in the same order!! I was really pissed and reported that author to ff.net authorities. I was really PISSED OFF!!!!!! Grrrrr…
Now, on a lighter note, REVIEWS!!!!
NAKO-CHAN: Yes, I noticed the same thing!! After shooting 6 million attackers, wouldn't he be firing blanks??? And thanks for the compliments!! And yes, I am S+F ALL THE WAY, BABY!!! ::coughs:: yeah… ::goes off to beat Julia with The Rolled-Up Newspaper of Justice::
VANILLAROSE: Hey!! Nice to hear from you again!! Such faithful reviewers… ::sniff:: I have so much fun designing Faye's outfits… which is why I was so pissed when that author stole Faye's first outfit… ::curses school:: Yes, I'm too busy… and I have problems finishing my stories, which is why I have vowed to finish this one before I start another one!! I just have to find a plot… ::searches frantically for a plot, but no such luck:: And blabbing is not a problem! I like getting to know my reviewers! Have you seen the size of the reviews Cowgirl 13 leaves?! THE GREATNESS!!!!! ::huggles:: I hope you like this new chappie, even tho it REALLY has no plot…
COWGIRL 13: YAY!! You're back!!! I missed getting reviews from you (hmmm…does that mean I should actually fit in more updates?? ^.^) And once I have some free time, (hopefully after I upload this chapter) I'm gonna read your stories!!! YES! That is what I will do! Yeah…
I've never had escargot, or calamari, or caviar for that matter, but I imagined that Spike wouldn't like them very much… And I figured they had a suite, but I couldn't recall what they were called… (brainfart on my part…)
More tissues!!! KYAHAHAHAAAAAaaaaa…aaaa…a… oh that's not a good thing is it… eheh… well at least I know who to call when I get sick!!! ^.^
You want to know about my name? Well, you know that line in the 4th episode, where Vicious goes, "Demons are fallen angels…" or something like that… it just got me thinking… Thanks for all the compliments!!! Luv ya! =^.^=
MOONWHISPER: Thanks for the great review! I'm glad my story isn't a badly written piece of cheese! ^.~ I've been working especially hard on this story, and I'm glad it's paying off! Arigato!
LUNAR: Nice to hear from you again! Poor Spike… so uneducated in society graces… Thanks for the great review!
CHANCE: Thanks for the compliments!! I look forward to hearing from you on Monday!
ICYFIRE: YAY!! What a nice review! Arigato!
FOENIXFIRE (what a fun name!): Thanks for the compliment! I also enjoy calamari, but I didn't think Spike would be able to appreciate the perks of being rich. I enjoy hearing from you! Hope you like the next chapter!!
LISA: I'm working hard on getting that sort of magnetic tension between the two. I'm glad you like it! Personally, I agree with you on how the part where they're in Spike's room talking, so I'm going to be putting in plenty more late night soul searching sessions… YAY! Thanks for the compliments!
Spike slowly pulled himself to his hands and knees, taking deep breaths of air, cringing as the oxygen ripped through his lungs.
He felt cool hands on his neck and throat, and Faye was suddenly kneeling next to him. "Can you stand?" she asked quietly.
He nodded, and slowly climbed to his feet. But he almost collapsed again, as the world spun before his eyes.
Faye slid his arm around her neck, and supported some of his weight. "Here. Lean on me. We've got to get inside, before someone else shows up…"
They slowly walked into the hotel. To avoid being seen, they were forced to struggle up the stairs, stopping frequently for both of them to rest.
When they finally staggered inside their own room, Faye half-carried Spike to his bed, laying him gently on it. "I'll be right back."
He lay alone, as he heard her bolting every lock on the doors, and closing all the blinds on the windows. He was surprised to realize that the bed was not eating him this time, merely supporting him. A ghost of his trademark smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth.
Faye appeared again, with a damp cloth in one hand, and a jar of something in her other. She laid the cloth on his forehead, and began to unbutton his yellow shirt.
"W-what are you doing?" he croaked, sounding like a raspy old man.
Faye smiled. "Get you mind out of the gutter! I don't take advantage of half-dead men!" She reached for the jar, and screwed off the lid, as a pungent herbal fragrance assaulted Spike's nose.
She dipped her hand in the jar, and began to slather the clear gel on Spike's bare chest.
Slowly, Spike felt his airways unclogging, and he could breath easier, taking great gulps of air.
She smiled. "Better?"
He took a slow breath. "Yeah. What is that stuff?"
She shrugged. "Some crap I used when I had a cold. I stole it from Jet four years ago, and I've hung onto it, because it reminds me of the Bebop."
"Just as long as it works…" he suddenly felt very tired, and closed his eyes. Just resting my eyes. Just for a second...
Faye looked down at Spike, and realized he was sleeping. She smiled, and stretched out next to him. It was a big bed, so she could lie on one side, and there would still be a good distance between her and Spike. She groggily set his alarm clock, and gratefully dropped off to sleep.
Spike awoke to a harsh beeping noise. He felt for his alarm clock without opening his eyes, and absently threw it across the room, where it impacted something with a crash.
He smiled and readjusted his arms around the person in bed with him. Wait…There's someone in bed with me!
His eyes shot open, and he looked down. Faye was curled up in his arms, still sleeping peacefully.
Spike's mind flew back to the hours before he dropped off to sleep, fighting the fog that enshrouded his thoughts. Shit! Did we…No. We wouldn't still be wearing our clothes then…
He looked at Faye again, and his expression softened unexpectedly. She looks so innocent when she sleeps…so vulnerable.
He suddenly realized that he was stroking her hair, and stopped himself. What am I doing? This is going to be very awkward when she wakes up…
So he reluctantly slid out of bed, slipping his arms out from around her, and affectionately pulling the covers over her.
He looked at the crumpled remains of the alarm clock and shrugged. We can always buy another one…
An hour or so later, Faye staggered out of Spike's room, looking tousled, but still gorgeous. Her cheeks were lightly flushed, her eyes sparkled, and the evening sunlight lit up her hair as she stood blinking sleepily.
Spike realized he was staring, and shook his head lightly. "Finally! Sleeping Beauty awakens…"
Faye shot him a look. "Feeling better?"
He nodded. "You got some strange medicine! I fell asleep feeling like someone stuffed my head in the Bebop's engine, and wake up feeling like a million woolongs!"
She grinned at him. "Cash or check?"
He rolled his eyes, but grinned at her.
"What time is it?" She asked, rubbing her eyes.
He glanced at his new Rolex. "Four oh six."
She nodded, and then stopped. "Wait. The alarm clock would have gone off. I set it to ring at three!"
Spike smiled sheepishly. "It woke me up, so I uh… threw it against the wall…"
"Spike! Now we're going to be late to Madame Breilloule's party!" she darted into her room. "I expect you to be ready in half an hour!"
Spike sighed. "Great. Another party…"
After taking a hot shower, Spike felt like a new man. He dressed himself in a burgundy silk shirt, a black suit, and newly polished black boots. He ran some fingers through his hair, before deciding it was a lost cause, and flopping over the couch to wait for Faye.
She emerged soon after, in yet another outfit.
She wore a jacket and skirt suit, with no shirt underneath. The jacket was black velvet, edged in chiffon ruffles. Thick black chiffon ribbons tied the jacket loosely closed, exposing a large stripe of creamy skin from chest to navel. A matching black velvet and chiffon skirt, which reached to just above her knees, black strappy sandals, a black chiffon clutch, and peacock feather earrings completed her breathtaking ensemble.
A pendant of onyx beads and a peacock feather that matched her earrings was her only other ornamentation.
Her curls from the morning had loosened, until they fell in gentle waves, framing her face.
Dark plum lipstick smoothed over her lips, and dark shimmery eye shadow graced her lids.
Spike caught himself staring, yet again. "Well." He coughed. "Ready to go?"
She nodded mutely, and they walked to the elevators.
When the glossy doors slid closed, Faye turned to Spike. "Alright. I'll bring you up to date here."
Spike nodded. "Good idea…"
She rolled her eyes at him. "Madame Breilloule is an extremely wealthy French lady. She loves opera, and speaks several languages. She is a member of the social elite, and this party will be like dancing on hot coals. Everyone will be trying to win her good graces and make the most diplomatic insults. Therefore, stay near me, and don't speak unless absolutely necessary. There will be no crazy gunmen at this party, only crazy high society egotists. Whatever you do, don't lose your temper, swear, talk with your mouth full, make smartass remarks, reveal that you have a gun, say anything about me that is not vague, take sides in an argument, get drunk, smoke anything other than cigars, burp, fart, scratch yourself, rest your elbows on the table, use your napkin to blow your nose, get up without excusing yourself, make any comments that are not neutral, be s-"
Spike held up a hand. "Let's make this easier. What, can I do?"
She raised an eyebrow. "You can be courteous and gentlemanly, drink one martini, take small bites, reveal that we are 'associates', kiss Madame Breilloule's hand, open doors for me, chew wi-"
He held up his hands again. "Alright! I get the idea…"
She smiled and adjusted the lapels of his jacket as the elevator rumbled to a stop. "You'll be fine. If anything gets out of hand, make some sort of excuse and leave. I promise we won't stay for long. Just for dinner and maybe a little dancing afterwards."
Spike nodded, and they walked into the lobby.
At once, Jonathan bustled up to them. "Is there anything you require, Mrs. Hart? Room service? Maids? More towels?"
Spike glared at him, and Faye pursed her lips. "Will you arrange to have a limousine transport Mr. Spiegel and I to Madame Breilloule's dinner party?"
Jonathan's eyes glittered and he bowed. "Right away, ma'am. Is there any other way I can be of service?"
Faye shook her head. "Just arrange that limo, thank you. That will be all."
Jonathan nodded. "Yes, of course ma'am."
He picked up a phone behind the reception desk and nodded to them. "Your ride will be here momentarily."
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