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[ A/N: I see some of you noticed Faye's sorta OOC. Well, I was pretty sure some of you would notice, but I didn't say anything about it until now. Yes, I know. Faye's is very OOC. But think of the situation. She's getting married in a few months to a very seductive creature ( does Vicious count as human?) And think about that. When you find out you're getting married, you tend to be all cheery and excited about everything because, yeah, you're getting married. And also, who couldn't be excited around a sexy creature like Spike? Oh, crap, I think I went to far with that one...]
* WARNING *- This chapter is teetering the line between PG-13 and R, and I actually think it crosses over towards R, just because the lyrics are very explicit and sexual. So if you don't like just a little bit of sexual comment, skip the lyrics, lol. BTW, these nasty lyrics are courtesy of 112. And also, the lyrics are supposed to represent the music in the background, if you didn't notice.*
The Best Deceptions: A Cowboy Bebop Fanfic
By: Katie S.
Rated: PG-13/ R ( sexual situations, language)
Category: Romance/ Drama
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Chapter 3: Drinking Games
It had only been five days since our interesting meeting, and all was seeming to go well. Everyday, I'd come home from work, make dinner, check up on Spike's wounds, and go to bed. It was like an entrancing cycle that I was already getting used to. Everyday, I would think of Vicious less and less, and think of Spike more and more, but it never phased me, I was already getting used to it by the second. Maybe its because I'm not a very deep thinking person, but I never really looked back on things after I realized they had happened. I just pressed on, not thinking one bit about my changes physically and emotionally. Now I'm not saying I was totally forgetting Vicious and falling head-over-heels for Spike, but there was definitely that difference in my feelings. But who could've guessed anyways? We had only known each other five days, and we acted as though we knew each other for years, teasing and taunting each other like bickering siblings. Usually we'd just watch T.V at night and tell stupid stories of our past years of bounty hunting, which in fact, is one of our main interests. But maybe it was our only main interest because that was the only thing he talked about. He never even dared tell anything else about his past, yet there I was, bearing practically my whole life to him. But I felt so comfortable around Spike, like it didn't have to matter what I told him. And it vexed me deeply...
I never remembering feeling that way around Vicious...
~*~
I was bored. He was bored. We both knew it. But we still sat in the silence at the dinner table, letting our eyes wander upon anything at least half-way intriguing. I'm not really sure why we sat there in the silence, toying with our food like it was the only interesting thing on the planet, because it was indeed Friday night, which increased our list of things to do by a hundred. But technically, Spike and I had never really ' done' anything together besides watch T.V and bicker with each other, and I think we both didn't really want to press the issue. Besides, I had a fiance on a business trip. I wasn't supposed to be having fun with another man. That's kinda like cheating, right?
I finally bravely approached the subject as best I could. I wasn't gonna sit here all day on a Friday night, fiance or not. " So.. Spike... your wounds are healing up pretty well..." That was the farthest I was gonna go. Maybe he'd at least get an idea of what I was heading towards...
" Faye... what's your point?" He replied blatantly, running his fingers through his unruly green hair.
" Oh come on Spike, you know you're bored. Don't lie to me.." So maybe he didn't have an idea of where I was heading...
" Yeah... what's your point?" He gave me a sorta ' I just said that' look and rolled his eyes at me. He could get quite annoying sometimes...
" Come on... Why don't we go to a bar? Ooo! Let's go to a club!" I got a little over-exicted at the idea, and began bouncing around anxiously in my chair, a coy smile pressed against my lips.
He raised a brow at me. " Faye, I don't have any clothing to go somewhere like that. And besides, my wounds aren't fully healed yet..." He shook his head lightly, his eyes darting towards his half-eaten plate of food. I knew that wasn't the reason. He always used his injuries as an excuse, and I knew he was never the type to let something like that stop him. Hell, he was a bounty hunter. And a damn good one at that...
" Oh, please Spike... We can go to the store and buy you something new.. Please... It's been so long since I've been clubbin'." I put on my best puppy-dog face, which usually always worked in other situations, it wouldn't fail me then. So I was acting a little out of whack, but who could blame me, there I was asking this very attractive man to go ' out' with me, I think I'd tend to act at least a little flirty....
He rolled his eyes at me and sighed heavily. " All right... but don't get used to this..." I clasped my hands together happily, and quickly scurried over to Spike's side of the table, giving him a tight hug.
" You're such an asshole Spike..." Okay, yeah, that didn't really make any sense at all, but I wasn't gonna begin getting all softy around him just because I thought he was attractive. And I REALLY thought he was attractive...
" Wow, thanx shrew..." He rolled his eyes at me, and I couldn't help but let out a light giggle. We were always calling each other names and we barely knew each other. It was so funny.
" And don't think I'll be hanging all over you the whole time." He pushed me away slightly, and slowly stood up, narrowing his mismatched orbs slightly.
I rolled my eyes at him, and scoffed loud enough for him to hear." Like I'd want to be anywhere near a lunkhead like you..." So, we weren't exactly the normal type of 'friends', but that's okay, right?
~*~
~
Let me tell you wanna I do
Let me show you that I'm feelin' you
Wanna sex, wanna ride with you
Wanna taste, wanna put my lips all over you
~
Liquid. I think that's what the name of the club was. I don't really remember, but I don't think it really mattered at the time. We were the type of couple that when we enter, everyone's heads turn to stare in awe. I was wearing my sexy black dress that had a slit all the way up the side to my hip and a pair of satin black high-heeled shoes. He was wearing a sexy white shirt, that was casually unbuttoned at the top, revealing a bit of his nicely-toned chest. My choice, of course. Girls would absolutely woo him with any type of pick-up line their puny minds could think off, and all I could do was roll my eyes in return. It was true, he was attractive and all, but they acted as if he was some type of sex god sent to seduce them all. Stupid dumbass blondes...
~
Can't get enough of you
Always taken of you
So sweet, so very wet
So good, girl you make me sweat
~
The room was filled with the scent of cigarette smoke and hard liquor. The music was pulsating and alluring in a sexy kinda of way, and everyone's body moved together on the dance floor. There were a few rooms designated for ' making-out', and another room designated for the distrubution of drugs. Okay... so maybe that wasn't the best place to go with Spike, but I was bored, and I hadn't done that in a while since I met Vicious, so why not? It's not like anything would've happened between us, he's such a stupid lunkhead that he wouldn't even notice my lust if it smacked him in the face. And besides, I didn't have any ' lust' towards him anyways...
" Hey, Spike!" I glanced over at him, and of course, there he was seducing some blonde haired girl. He wasn't already drunk, was he?
I rolled my eyes at him and grasped him by the collar of his shirt, just enough to catch his attention. " Do you want a drink? I'm heading to the bar." I let go of his shirt and glanced over at the blonde woman who was giving me a very very dirty look. Stupid bitch...
He lifted a shot of whiskey for me to see. " I already got a drink, courtesy of this beautiful lady.." He winked sexily at the blonde next to him, and she giggled with sheer delight. Beautiful? She looked like you could've found her in a trash can...
I shrugged my shoulders, and turned towards the bar, walking that sexy way I had taught myself to do along time ago in high school. Actually, I felt like I was in high school being back there again. That was the club me and my girlfriends would always go to on Friday night, and seduce the bouncer until he let us in. Then, we'd walk casually over to the bar, and seduce him also until he gave us free drinks without even carding us. In fact, that was the place where I had met Vicious... Ah, good times...
~
Peaches and cream
I need it cause you know that I'm a fiend
Gettin' freaky in my Bentley limousine
It's even better when it's with ice cream
Know what I mean
~
I smiled coyly at the bartender. " Just give me a cosmopolitan, extra lime..." I sat down at the nearest bar stool and scanned the room for the sexiest men I could find. Unfortunately, the best I could get was Spike, who was currently seducing another whore... I suddendly wished I hadn't gone here after all...
" Here ya go little lady..." He handed me my shot, and winked slightly. I'm not really sure why he was calling me ' little'. I looked like I was older than him. I guess that was the best way he could seduce a lady in this place...
I glanced around the room once more, thinking that out of some miracle, a few sexy men would come to my sights. Of course, they didn't, so I turned sulkily back to my drink and took a little sip, letting out a heavy sigh.
" What's wrong with you?" I felt him press the cool glass from his shot against my cheek, and I flichned slightly.
" Nothing." I replied blankly, taking a large gulp of my drink.
He smirked sheepishly." You're jealous..." He motioned to the bartender, and glanced back over at me, chuckling slightly.
Jealous?!
I rolled my eyes at him and shuffled my body uncomfortably." You're so full of yourself. I'd NEVER be jealous of an ugly ho like that." Okay, so maybe I was a little jealous... But, hey, I'm a girl, I'm supposed to want all the attention when it comes to men...
" Jealous..." He mocked me teasingly, downing his shot of whiskey.
" Whatever.." I was tired of playing that ' jealous' game. It was getting a little old already.
~
I never thought I would be
So addicted to you
On top, underneath, on the side of you
Better yet baby inside of you
~
I motioned the bartender for a shot of vodka, and turned back to Spike, smirking coyly. " You up for a challenge?" A grasped the shot and dangled it in front of his view to see.
He eyed the small glass, raising an eyebrow. " What kinda challenge?" He took another shot of whiskey and downed it.
I leaned in closer towards him sexily. " You ever play a drinking game?"
He raised another brow at me. " Maybe..."
" Well, let's do it then..." I motioned for the bartender once more, ordering a round of vodka shots for each of us. " Whoever finishes first... wins..."
He leaned in closer, until he was only inches away, his manly scent tantalizing my senses. " What's the prize?"
I paused, bitting my lip as if I was deep in thought." Hmm, I don't know... Guess we'll find out later..." Okay, yeah, I know what you're thinking. That was obviously gonna lead to something not so good. But I had my pride. I knew what I was doing...maybe...
~
Love the way you're just flowin' down
And I can feel it all around
In the front, in the back of you
Ooh I love the taste of you
Girl you know what I'm talking bout'
~
I counted from ten slowly, seductivly, lingering on each number painfully. I felt like such a teaser. Maybe it was the alcohol, I don't know... I raised my glass to my lips at the last second, and downed it quickly, giving myself a head start. He downed his glass shortly afterwards, letting out a loud sigh of annoyance. But I didn't care, I was on a roll, I was already on my third glass and the contents weren't even burning my insides yet. I guess vodka wasn't exactly the best shot to pick, but it made it the most challenging, and I like challenges... alot.
He was slowly catching up to me, and we both only had four shots left. We both fixed our eyes on each other, never veering towards anything else as we downed each shot as quickly as we could. The vodka was slowly starting to burn my stomach and blur my images, but I pressed on, reaching for my second to last shot and downing it even more forcefully than before. So there it was, we were tied and both had one glass left, and it was calling out to me tauntingly. I smirked at him sheepishly, and grasped his glass and downing it along with mine.
I gulped the last bit of burning vodka that lingered in my throat, tossing the glasses to the side. " I win..." I cheated, but I still won...
" Hey..." His mind finally registered what I had just done." Tha' wuz my shot..." Yep, he was drunk... Well that's what happen when you play drinking games...
I shrieked loudly with laughter, and leaned in towards him. " What's my prize Spikey-boy?"
He eyed me confusingly." Spikey-boy, where the hell did'ya get tha' one?"
I shrugged, grasping him by the arm and pulling him off the bar stool. " Who cares. Letz dance." I slapped a couple hundred woolongs on the bar, and dragged him out towards the dance floor, the pulsating music vibrating through my body.
" Dance?" He asked as though he had never heard of it in his life.
I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer. " Yeah lunkhead, eva' heard o' it?" Okay, so I was drunk too. I won't deny it. That's the only way I would ever be able to pull him closer anyways...
" Maybe.." He wrapped his arms around my thin waist and pulled me even closer than before. Yeah, I'm still not technically cheating on Vicious, right? We're just dancing together...
~
Won't stop girl you know I can't get enough
Wanna taste it in the mornin' when I'm waking up
Like peach cobbler in my stomach when I eat it up
Got your legs aroung my neck and I can't get up
~
Now let me tell you a bit of advice. When you're drunk, don't dance with someone unless you know you plan on going home with them, and you know what I mean... The moves I was pulling on Spike were things my mother would never ever approve of. I mean, they weren't much, I'd just grind my ass against his body or let my breasts fall in areas they really shouldn't be, but they were still hinting sex to him, which is a big mistake. Now, I'm not saying I was doing all the work, he'd often pull me closer against his crotch and let me linger there for a while, grinding heavily, or he'd let his hand roam along my thighs. But we still hadn't technically 'kissed' each other. So I was doing good at keeping myself from cheating on Vicious.... Or so I thought....
I moved closer to Spike so that I my backside was resting against the front of his body, my breath huffing in short puffs. I was getting really tired, but I hadn't had that much fun in a long time, so I continued, letting my body sweat my weariness out. The music was beginning to change over to the next song, giving Spike and I a short intermission before we started up again. I let my tired body fall against his, my head pressing against his chest as I tried to regulate my breathing. Sweat poured from all over and I was sure I had sweated all my make-up with just that one dance, but like I said, I didn't care at the moment, I was having way to much fun.
" Tha' was fun..." His warm breath pressed against my ear. Yeah, he was still drunk... but so was I...
The music started up again, and I whirled around, a sheepish smile plastered on my drunken face. " You wanna do it again?" Before even giving him time to answer, I began to grind against his body, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer... and closer... okay, so, now we were dangerously close, our breaths travleing down each others skin invitingly. But I wasn't gonna kiss him. I wanted to, but I wasn't gonna give in... I already told you that before...
~
And when it comes to eatin' peaches
Shorty we don't play
So all ladies in the house if your peach the shit
Put your hands in the air and represent your clique
~
I felt him inching closer and closer, his hands roaming around my body, but I quickly whirled around so that my back was facing him... I wasn't gonna kiss him... He giggled like any other drunk person, and grinded against my ass. So I had saved myself from a deeply inviting kiss... for now...
I reached behind me and let my hands guide themselves under his shirt and across his bare chest, lingering on each scar temptingly. I swear I heard him whimper with delight...
Wait a second...
Maybe I was a little drunker than I thought, but I swear I felt his lips traveling across my neck with warm kisses. Okay so maybe I was VERY drunk, but I know I felt it, and I simply froze in return, letting him have his way with my neck. Its not like I wanted to let him have his way, but I was so shocked by the fact that I had crossed the line, that I had no idea what to do... And his tongue really did feel good against my fiery skin...
He paused, letting his arms fall loosely around me. " Wha' sa' matta'?" His breath reaked of alcohol and I knew he was drunk. So he couldn't possibly help it when he's drunk, right?
I pulled away slightly. " N-nothin'..."
He turned me around so that I was facing him, and I turned my face away, my cheeks burning into a crimson shade. " Ya' don't wanna dance anymore, do ya'?" He put his hands in his pockets, yet he still had that sheepish smile plastered on his face.
" Yeah, let's take a break..." I quickly turned away from him, practically running towards the bar. I hadn't kissed him. But he kissed me, and in a sex-driven way... I had gone to far...
~
Peaches and cream
I need it cause you know that I'm a fiend
Getting freaky in my Bentley limousine
It's even better when it's with ice cream
Know what I mean, Peaches and cream
~
I'm sorry Vicious...
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Umm... maybe I really should've rated this chapter R....
Oh, well, it's not like they were actually having sex, alcohol had just blurred their actions, and they were having a bit of fun... But those lyrics were a little explicit....
Well, anyways, will Spike remember what he had done? Can Faye face him afterwards...
You'll have to review to find out XD... Okay, I didn't really mean that one....
[ A/N: I see some of you noticed Faye's sorta OOC. Well, I was pretty sure some of you would notice, but I didn't say anything about it until now. Yes, I know. Faye's is very OOC. But think of the situation. She's getting married in a few months to a very seductive creature ( does Vicious count as human?) And think about that. When you find out you're getting married, you tend to be all cheery and excited about everything because, yeah, you're getting married. And also, who couldn't be excited around a sexy creature like Spike? Oh, crap, I think I went to far with that one...]
* WARNING *- This chapter is teetering the line between PG-13 and R, and I actually think it crosses over towards R, just because the lyrics are very explicit and sexual. So if you don't like just a little bit of sexual comment, skip the lyrics, lol. BTW, these nasty lyrics are courtesy of 112. And also, the lyrics are supposed to represent the music in the background, if you didn't notice.*
The Best Deceptions: A Cowboy Bebop Fanfic
By: Katie S.
Rated: PG-13/ R ( sexual situations, language)
Category: Romance/ Drama
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Chapter 3: Drinking Games
It had only been five days since our interesting meeting, and all was seeming to go well. Everyday, I'd come home from work, make dinner, check up on Spike's wounds, and go to bed. It was like an entrancing cycle that I was already getting used to. Everyday, I would think of Vicious less and less, and think of Spike more and more, but it never phased me, I was already getting used to it by the second. Maybe its because I'm not a very deep thinking person, but I never really looked back on things after I realized they had happened. I just pressed on, not thinking one bit about my changes physically and emotionally. Now I'm not saying I was totally forgetting Vicious and falling head-over-heels for Spike, but there was definitely that difference in my feelings. But who could've guessed anyways? We had only known each other five days, and we acted as though we knew each other for years, teasing and taunting each other like bickering siblings. Usually we'd just watch T.V at night and tell stupid stories of our past years of bounty hunting, which in fact, is one of our main interests. But maybe it was our only main interest because that was the only thing he talked about. He never even dared tell anything else about his past, yet there I was, bearing practically my whole life to him. But I felt so comfortable around Spike, like it didn't have to matter what I told him. And it vexed me deeply...
I never remembering feeling that way around Vicious...
~*~
I was bored. He was bored. We both knew it. But we still sat in the silence at the dinner table, letting our eyes wander upon anything at least half-way intriguing. I'm not really sure why we sat there in the silence, toying with our food like it was the only interesting thing on the planet, because it was indeed Friday night, which increased our list of things to do by a hundred. But technically, Spike and I had never really ' done' anything together besides watch T.V and bicker with each other, and I think we both didn't really want to press the issue. Besides, I had a fiance on a business trip. I wasn't supposed to be having fun with another man. That's kinda like cheating, right?
I finally bravely approached the subject as best I could. I wasn't gonna sit here all day on a Friday night, fiance or not. " So.. Spike... your wounds are healing up pretty well..." That was the farthest I was gonna go. Maybe he'd at least get an idea of what I was heading towards...
" Faye... what's your point?" He replied blatantly, running his fingers through his unruly green hair.
" Oh come on Spike, you know you're bored. Don't lie to me.." So maybe he didn't have an idea of where I was heading...
" Yeah... what's your point?" He gave me a sorta ' I just said that' look and rolled his eyes at me. He could get quite annoying sometimes...
" Come on... Why don't we go to a bar? Ooo! Let's go to a club!" I got a little over-exicted at the idea, and began bouncing around anxiously in my chair, a coy smile pressed against my lips.
He raised a brow at me. " Faye, I don't have any clothing to go somewhere like that. And besides, my wounds aren't fully healed yet..." He shook his head lightly, his eyes darting towards his half-eaten plate of food. I knew that wasn't the reason. He always used his injuries as an excuse, and I knew he was never the type to let something like that stop him. Hell, he was a bounty hunter. And a damn good one at that...
" Oh, please Spike... We can go to the store and buy you something new.. Please... It's been so long since I've been clubbin'." I put on my best puppy-dog face, which usually always worked in other situations, it wouldn't fail me then. So I was acting a little out of whack, but who could blame me, there I was asking this very attractive man to go ' out' with me, I think I'd tend to act at least a little flirty....
He rolled his eyes at me and sighed heavily. " All right... but don't get used to this..." I clasped my hands together happily, and quickly scurried over to Spike's side of the table, giving him a tight hug.
" You're such an asshole Spike..." Okay, yeah, that didn't really make any sense at all, but I wasn't gonna begin getting all softy around him just because I thought he was attractive. And I REALLY thought he was attractive...
" Wow, thanx shrew..." He rolled his eyes at me, and I couldn't help but let out a light giggle. We were always calling each other names and we barely knew each other. It was so funny.
" And don't think I'll be hanging all over you the whole time." He pushed me away slightly, and slowly stood up, narrowing his mismatched orbs slightly.
I rolled my eyes at him, and scoffed loud enough for him to hear." Like I'd want to be anywhere near a lunkhead like you..." So, we weren't exactly the normal type of 'friends', but that's okay, right?
~*~
~
Let me tell you wanna I do
Let me show you that I'm feelin' you
Wanna sex, wanna ride with you
Wanna taste, wanna put my lips all over you
~
Liquid. I think that's what the name of the club was. I don't really remember, but I don't think it really mattered at the time. We were the type of couple that when we enter, everyone's heads turn to stare in awe. I was wearing my sexy black dress that had a slit all the way up the side to my hip and a pair of satin black high-heeled shoes. He was wearing a sexy white shirt, that was casually unbuttoned at the top, revealing a bit of his nicely-toned chest. My choice, of course. Girls would absolutely woo him with any type of pick-up line their puny minds could think off, and all I could do was roll my eyes in return. It was true, he was attractive and all, but they acted as if he was some type of sex god sent to seduce them all. Stupid dumbass blondes...
~
Can't get enough of you
Always taken of you
So sweet, so very wet
So good, girl you make me sweat
~
The room was filled with the scent of cigarette smoke and hard liquor. The music was pulsating and alluring in a sexy kinda of way, and everyone's body moved together on the dance floor. There were a few rooms designated for ' making-out', and another room designated for the distrubution of drugs. Okay... so maybe that wasn't the best place to go with Spike, but I was bored, and I hadn't done that in a while since I met Vicious, so why not? It's not like anything would've happened between us, he's such a stupid lunkhead that he wouldn't even notice my lust if it smacked him in the face. And besides, I didn't have any ' lust' towards him anyways...
" Hey, Spike!" I glanced over at him, and of course, there he was seducing some blonde haired girl. He wasn't already drunk, was he?
I rolled my eyes at him and grasped him by the collar of his shirt, just enough to catch his attention. " Do you want a drink? I'm heading to the bar." I let go of his shirt and glanced over at the blonde woman who was giving me a very very dirty look. Stupid bitch...
He lifted a shot of whiskey for me to see. " I already got a drink, courtesy of this beautiful lady.." He winked sexily at the blonde next to him, and she giggled with sheer delight. Beautiful? She looked like you could've found her in a trash can...
I shrugged my shoulders, and turned towards the bar, walking that sexy way I had taught myself to do along time ago in high school. Actually, I felt like I was in high school being back there again. That was the club me and my girlfriends would always go to on Friday night, and seduce the bouncer until he let us in. Then, we'd walk casually over to the bar, and seduce him also until he gave us free drinks without even carding us. In fact, that was the place where I had met Vicious... Ah, good times...
~
Peaches and cream
I need it cause you know that I'm a fiend
Gettin' freaky in my Bentley limousine
It's even better when it's with ice cream
Know what I mean
~
I smiled coyly at the bartender. " Just give me a cosmopolitan, extra lime..." I sat down at the nearest bar stool and scanned the room for the sexiest men I could find. Unfortunately, the best I could get was Spike, who was currently seducing another whore... I suddendly wished I hadn't gone here after all...
" Here ya go little lady..." He handed me my shot, and winked slightly. I'm not really sure why he was calling me ' little'. I looked like I was older than him. I guess that was the best way he could seduce a lady in this place...
I glanced around the room once more, thinking that out of some miracle, a few sexy men would come to my sights. Of course, they didn't, so I turned sulkily back to my drink and took a little sip, letting out a heavy sigh.
" What's wrong with you?" I felt him press the cool glass from his shot against my cheek, and I flichned slightly.
" Nothing." I replied blankly, taking a large gulp of my drink.
He smirked sheepishly." You're jealous..." He motioned to the bartender, and glanced back over at me, chuckling slightly.
Jealous?!
I rolled my eyes at him and shuffled my body uncomfortably." You're so full of yourself. I'd NEVER be jealous of an ugly ho like that." Okay, so maybe I was a little jealous... But, hey, I'm a girl, I'm supposed to want all the attention when it comes to men...
" Jealous..." He mocked me teasingly, downing his shot of whiskey.
" Whatever.." I was tired of playing that ' jealous' game. It was getting a little old already.
~
I never thought I would be
So addicted to you
On top, underneath, on the side of you
Better yet baby inside of you
~
I motioned the bartender for a shot of vodka, and turned back to Spike, smirking coyly. " You up for a challenge?" A grasped the shot and dangled it in front of his view to see.
He eyed the small glass, raising an eyebrow. " What kinda challenge?" He took another shot of whiskey and downed it.
I leaned in closer towards him sexily. " You ever play a drinking game?"
He raised another brow at me. " Maybe..."
" Well, let's do it then..." I motioned for the bartender once more, ordering a round of vodka shots for each of us. " Whoever finishes first... wins..."
He leaned in closer, until he was only inches away, his manly scent tantalizing my senses. " What's the prize?"
I paused, bitting my lip as if I was deep in thought." Hmm, I don't know... Guess we'll find out later..." Okay, yeah, I know what you're thinking. That was obviously gonna lead to something not so good. But I had my pride. I knew what I was doing...maybe...
~
Love the way you're just flowin' down
And I can feel it all around
In the front, in the back of you
Ooh I love the taste of you
Girl you know what I'm talking bout'
~
I counted from ten slowly, seductivly, lingering on each number painfully. I felt like such a teaser. Maybe it was the alcohol, I don't know... I raised my glass to my lips at the last second, and downed it quickly, giving myself a head start. He downed his glass shortly afterwards, letting out a loud sigh of annoyance. But I didn't care, I was on a roll, I was already on my third glass and the contents weren't even burning my insides yet. I guess vodka wasn't exactly the best shot to pick, but it made it the most challenging, and I like challenges... alot.
He was slowly catching up to me, and we both only had four shots left. We both fixed our eyes on each other, never veering towards anything else as we downed each shot as quickly as we could. The vodka was slowly starting to burn my stomach and blur my images, but I pressed on, reaching for my second to last shot and downing it even more forcefully than before. So there it was, we were tied and both had one glass left, and it was calling out to me tauntingly. I smirked at him sheepishly, and grasped his glass and downing it along with mine.
I gulped the last bit of burning vodka that lingered in my throat, tossing the glasses to the side. " I win..." I cheated, but I still won...
" Hey..." His mind finally registered what I had just done." Tha' wuz my shot..." Yep, he was drunk... Well that's what happen when you play drinking games...
I shrieked loudly with laughter, and leaned in towards him. " What's my prize Spikey-boy?"
He eyed me confusingly." Spikey-boy, where the hell did'ya get tha' one?"
I shrugged, grasping him by the arm and pulling him off the bar stool. " Who cares. Letz dance." I slapped a couple hundred woolongs on the bar, and dragged him out towards the dance floor, the pulsating music vibrating through my body.
" Dance?" He asked as though he had never heard of it in his life.
I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer. " Yeah lunkhead, eva' heard o' it?" Okay, so I was drunk too. I won't deny it. That's the only way I would ever be able to pull him closer anyways...
" Maybe.." He wrapped his arms around my thin waist and pulled me even closer than before. Yeah, I'm still not technically cheating on Vicious, right? We're just dancing together...
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Won't stop girl you know I can't get enough
Wanna taste it in the mornin' when I'm waking up
Like peach cobbler in my stomach when I eat it up
Got your legs aroung my neck and I can't get up
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Now let me tell you a bit of advice. When you're drunk, don't dance with someone unless you know you plan on going home with them, and you know what I mean... The moves I was pulling on Spike were things my mother would never ever approve of. I mean, they weren't much, I'd just grind my ass against his body or let my breasts fall in areas they really shouldn't be, but they were still hinting sex to him, which is a big mistake. Now, I'm not saying I was doing all the work, he'd often pull me closer against his crotch and let me linger there for a while, grinding heavily, or he'd let his hand roam along my thighs. But we still hadn't technically 'kissed' each other. So I was doing good at keeping myself from cheating on Vicious.... Or so I thought....
I moved closer to Spike so that I my backside was resting against the front of his body, my breath huffing in short puffs. I was getting really tired, but I hadn't had that much fun in a long time, so I continued, letting my body sweat my weariness out. The music was beginning to change over to the next song, giving Spike and I a short intermission before we started up again. I let my tired body fall against his, my head pressing against his chest as I tried to regulate my breathing. Sweat poured from all over and I was sure I had sweated all my make-up with just that one dance, but like I said, I didn't care at the moment, I was having way to much fun.
" Tha' was fun..." His warm breath pressed against my ear. Yeah, he was still drunk... but so was I...
The music started up again, and I whirled around, a sheepish smile plastered on my drunken face. " You wanna do it again?" Before even giving him time to answer, I began to grind against his body, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer... and closer... okay, so, now we were dangerously close, our breaths travleing down each others skin invitingly. But I wasn't gonna kiss him. I wanted to, but I wasn't gonna give in... I already told you that before...
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And when it comes to eatin' peaches
Shorty we don't play
So all ladies in the house if your peach the shit
Put your hands in the air and represent your clique
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I felt him inching closer and closer, his hands roaming around my body, but I quickly whirled around so that my back was facing him... I wasn't gonna kiss him... He giggled like any other drunk person, and grinded against my ass. So I had saved myself from a deeply inviting kiss... for now...
I reached behind me and let my hands guide themselves under his shirt and across his bare chest, lingering on each scar temptingly. I swear I heard him whimper with delight...
Wait a second...
Maybe I was a little drunker than I thought, but I swear I felt his lips traveling across my neck with warm kisses. Okay so maybe I was VERY drunk, but I know I felt it, and I simply froze in return, letting him have his way with my neck. Its not like I wanted to let him have his way, but I was so shocked by the fact that I had crossed the line, that I had no idea what to do... And his tongue really did feel good against my fiery skin...
He paused, letting his arms fall loosely around me. " Wha' sa' matta'?" His breath reaked of alcohol and I knew he was drunk. So he couldn't possibly help it when he's drunk, right?
I pulled away slightly. " N-nothin'..."
He turned me around so that I was facing him, and I turned my face away, my cheeks burning into a crimson shade. " Ya' don't wanna dance anymore, do ya'?" He put his hands in his pockets, yet he still had that sheepish smile plastered on his face.
" Yeah, let's take a break..." I quickly turned away from him, practically running towards the bar. I hadn't kissed him. But he kissed me, and in a sex-driven way... I had gone to far...
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Peaches and cream
I need it cause you know that I'm a fiend
Getting freaky in my Bentley limousine
It's even better when it's with ice cream
Know what I mean, Peaches and cream
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I'm sorry Vicious...
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Umm... maybe I really should've rated this chapter R....
Oh, well, it's not like they were actually having sex, alcohol had just blurred their actions, and they were having a bit of fun... But those lyrics were a little explicit....
Well, anyways, will Spike remember what he had done? Can Faye face him afterwards...
You'll have to review to find out XD... Okay, I didn't really mean that one....