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Session 4: Tension, Strength and Slumber
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Soft kisses fluttered over her bare flesh. Hot, moist lips worked to ignite a passion within her that would not be ignored. Strong, tepid hands ran smoothly over her back, her thighs and the taunt skin of her abdomen. She rolled onto her back to see and touch the figure that loomed above her.
The room was dark. So dark that she couldn't make out any of the man's features. She tried to touch him but he pinned her arms down against the silk sheets. His mouth then ravaged her, teased her. He ceased when he reached her left ear.
"Faye," he whispered seductively.
Faye awoke mildly disorientated. She sat up and ran a hand through her hair as she heaved a sigh. Ever since she had arrived on the Bebop, she had been sexually frustrated. And living with two men, one being devilishly handsome in her opinion didn't make it any easier to cope with. She had held her urges at bay for quite a while. She had almost gotten to the point she ignored them completely. Then, mortality had come knocking and the floodgates opened once again.
Her thoughts drifted to Spike. It didn't take a fool to see there was sexual tension between them. But back in the days prior to their folly, he had been chasing an unobtainable dream. Now, the dream was over. For both of them.
Faye's stomach suddenly growled loudly. She chuckled as she crawled out of bed.
"Well, I guess there are some things that are better than sex…" she mumbled strutting down the hallway in search of food.
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"Eden! Please stop!" cried Jet chasing Eden through the halls of the Bebop. A large part of the ship consisted of storage areas, so there were plenty of unknown places to explore. More than anything her speed and agility shocked him the most.
She finally came to a hatch he had locked a while back to keep Edward out of the area. Eden struggled valiantly with the hatch. It began to creek and moan. Seconds later, it budged. This stopped Jet nearly dead in his tracks. He didn't think even he could budge a locked hatch. He approached her slowly as she continued to struggle in vain. He reached out a hand to place on her shoulder in an attempt to stop her.
"Leave me alone!" cried Eden throwing her arm back. It hit him square in the chest and threw him against the wall.
Jet felt the wind knocked from him as his back collided painfully with the metallic wall. Stunned and out of breath, he sunk to the floor. He eventually looked up to Eden who was also slumped to the floor crying, one hand still tenaciously grasping the hatch. He sighed loudly. He'd been doing a lot of that lately. This time when he moved to grab her he did so with his mechanical arm, much stronger than his flesh one.
She didn't struggle, but instead stared at him frightened. He found this mildly amusing seeing she was possibly stronger than him. Perhaps she didn't know her own strength.
"Are…you going to take me back to them?" she asked after a brief glance at his metallic left hand clamped around her upper arm.
"Of course not," said Jet with gentle assurance. "Listen…I know the profile said you've killed lots of people…but you have to understand, that was during a war. In those kinds of situations it's kill or be killed. I'm sure you only did what you had to."
Eden's face seemed to relax at Jet's rational explanation. She looked at his stern yet concerned expression and cracked a smile. Despite his grip on her she leaned forward and embraced him in a hug. He was so surprised that he didn't move to return the embrace.
"Thank you, Jet…I don't know what I'd do without your kindness," she whispered.
"Come on…let's go back," was his only response.
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Spike woke up to the sound of the television. It's soft light cast deep shadows in the common room making it seem moderately eerie. He first noticed that the magazine had slipped off of his face during a slumber shift. His eyes then surveyed the room. He noticed Faye's small form huddled on the chair that she had aimed towards the television. Sitting up and yawning, Spike kept his eyes glued on the partial image he had of her. She was being oddly quiet in his opinion.
He stood and closed the short gap between the couch and the chair. As he crouched in front of her he realized she had fallen asleep. Her head rested at an uncomfortable angle on one of her bare shoulders, dark hair splayed across it. Her legs looked painfully bent underneath her body and one arm rested in her lap, the other hung off the side of the chair.
Spike almost laughed at how comical she seemed in her present position. Before he could utter a sound, his mismatched eyes fell on her serene face. It struck him as unusual to see her so relaxed. He studied the contours of her face, the gentle curve of her nose and eyebrows, the stark contrast of black hair against white skin, her mouth…deep pink lips parted ever so slightly as if inviting him…tempting him…
He shook his head. Tempting him? What the hell was he thinking? Sure, Faye was a beautiful woman, but her attitude was atrocious. There had been times he actually enjoyed it, mostly when he had been pissing her off.
Now that I think about it, she's not nearly as feisty now as she was then, he thought. After being seriously injured the fire in her had died down to a dull roar.
Faye moaned and shifted. One of her thin legs slid out from under her and kicked one of the wounds on Spike's abdomen. He stifled the yelp that tried to escape then let out a string of curses under his breath.
Goddamn…even in her sleep she met her mark, he thought trying to ignore the miserable throbbing of his wound.
"Bet you're dangerous in bed too," he drawled aloud with a whimsical smirk.
"Hmmm?" came Faye's voice as she leisurely opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was Spike's reddening face. The second was her foot gently rubbing one of his legs. But, she was too tired to let these things trouble her.
"Hey…" she said before she yawned and stretched. With this movement her other leg freed itself and landed gracefully on Spike's leg to join it's companion. She gave him a sleepy eyed glance. "Were you trying to take advantage of me in my sleep?" she asked playfully.
"No!" responded Spike a little too vehemently. "I mean…you wish," he corrected himself trying to hide his embarrassment. He wondered if she had heard his last comment before she woke.
Faye chuckled lazily. "You're a bad liar, Spike," she said moving her legs away from him and to the floor. She stood up. He followed suit.
"You really think I'd do something to you in your sleep?" he asked looking incredulous. "You've got some powerful imagination there, Faye, and a sick one at that."
"Spike…cut the shit. I heard what you said," stated Faye, a smug expression plastered on her face. "And as for me being dangerous in bed…well, let's just say…you'll never know until you try."
Spike stared at her, eyebrows raised inquisitively. He opened his mouth to speak then quickly closed it. Did she just invite me…
"Goodnight, cowboy," said Faye with a coy smile. She sauntered out of the common room. Just as she was stepping into her bedroom, she felt a body brush past hers. The assailant grabbed her by the arms, pulled her into the room and shoved her roughly against the wall.
"Why are you playing games with me?" demanded Spike loudly looking alarmingly stern, even for him.
"What do you mean?" she asked wide-eyed. She knew she had teased him a little bit but she was hardly playing games.
"Why can't you just talk to me like a normal human being? You never say anything straightforward. Every conversation we have leaves me confused," he confessed in a heated tone.
Faye smirked despite the fact he still gripped her arms tightly and had leaned in too close to her.
"Well, I'm sorry if you don't understand the universal language…maybe you should go back to school," she replied snidely. She winced as the grip on her arms grew painful.
"That's exactly what I'm talking about!" shouted Spike close to losing his temper. "Why don't you put away your pride for a goddamn while and tell me what you really mean?!"
Her expression started to read panic, which normally meant she was losing an argument. She glanced around frantically. "Keep your voice down! What if Jet hears you?!" she hissed.
"I don't care! Besides, you know Jet sleeps like the dead," he stated staring intensely at her with his auburn colored eyes.
Why do his eyes make me feel so weak? Faye silently asked herself as she stared back. She began to feel her will diminish. He could see it and acted on it.
"Tell me," he commanded her. "Tell me something real."
Her mouth moved but no sound came from it. She struggled to break her personal barriers. Alarms were going off in her head, but she felt numb to them. She closed her eyes briefly and braced herself to let the protective walls down.
"I…I'm alone," she said in a barely audible whisper. Spike waited patiently for her to continue. She spoke again, louder this time. "Nobody on this ship cares about me. You would both rather be rid of me. I…don't have anyone…not even a family…" Tears welled up in her eyes and she quickly blinked them back.
"But that's not true…" he reasoned, his expression lightening. He let go of her arms. "If Jet didn't care or want you around, he wouldn't have rescued you that day…"
"What about you?" she asked now averting her gaze. "Do you care about me?"
Spike seemed stunned stupid by the question. "Well…uh…I wouldn't be here right now if I didn't," he fumbled.
That's true, she thought. This is a little out of character for him.
"Okay, I believe you. Now, get the hell out of my room," said Faye putting up her walls again.
"But…"
"Go." She pointed to the door beside her for emphasis.
Spike threw her a weary glance, shoved his hands in his pockets and trudged out of the room. The slam of the door behind him was his only farewell.
Faye sunk to the floor of her room as the tears she had held back now flowed from her eyes. She was miserable and confused now. Why the hell did Spike suddenly care to show her concern now, twisted as it may be? Had he been hiding his true self from her all along? She didn't know.
She covered her face with her hands and fought the sobs trying to wrack her frail body. She knew she cared about him, but considered that an utterly wasted emotion. Spike had never seemed to truly care about anyone but the ghosts from his past. Perhaps the only reason he cared about her even a little now was because those ghosts were lost to him forever. What a pathetic, depressing thought.
Faye eventually climbed into bed and tried to empty her mind. The ghosts of her past haunted her relentlessly as she drifted into an uneasy slumber.
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Eden tossed and turned on the horridly uncomfortable mattress. Jet had drug it out of one of the supply rooms and tossed it on the floor of an empty storage room close to his. The springs dug irritatingly into her tender flesh and it had a funky smell she couldn't seem to ignore. To top it all off she was cold, and the thin blanket covering her did little to help this.
With a growl of frustration, she threw the blanket off and made her way into the hall. Tugging nervously at the oversized t-shirt Jet had lent her, she gazed left, then right. Finding her goal she tiptoed to the room Jet had said was his and cautiously opened the door. When she closed the door behind her she heard soft snoring. Her eyes adjusted to the dark room and she then saw him sleeping peacefully under what looked like a very warm comforter. She smiled and walked the short distance to the bed.
Without hesitation, she crawled under the comforter and snuggled up to Jet's warm body. She felt safe and relaxed now. Richard had always let her sleep next to him, and she had quickly found that she craved the warmth of another body near hers. She hoped Jet didn't mind, but didn't have much time to ponder this before losing consciousness.
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Authors Note: A little longer of a Session, but I'm still trying to write a longer one! What can I say? I'm a Cowboy Bebop junkie.
Pimpin Satan: Thank you again for the review ^_^ I have to agree that Spike and Faye's squabbling is a big part of why they're so fun to work with. It just works. Lastly, thank you for the praise on my Jet portrayal! The easiest way for me to write any character is to try to get into their heads. Think like they do, understand their motivations…blah, blah…ok, I'm boring you now, hehe…
Red-Tenko: Yes, I tried to make Eden not so original because I know that adding her was a gamble. (oh, and I was a devout trekkie for years! ^_^ behold our nerdiness, and we're damn proud of it!) As for the other Eden's showing up, that would be trippy! My plot thanks you for hugging it also, hehe…Thank you for the review!
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