Disclaimer: Back so soon? What for? Oh I see, well just because that daft lady says she saw them here doesn't mean they are. Go ahead look around I'm sure you won't find anything. *considering they all just left and won't be back for a few hours but he doesn't need to know that now does he* As you can see they're not here so I've definitely made no attempts to capture any of them for my own privileges, seeing as I have to write a disclaimer anyway. damn policemen always so daft... *giggling softly*
A/N: This chapters not as straight forward as the last one which means it's not an ongoing lemon. Starts out a little slow in the beginning then Jet and Ed get back from Venus to find Spike and Faye in a compromising position and Ed brings home a peculiar item. I was gonna do something with the thing ed brings you'll find out bout it soon but I think I'll wait til next chapter so you can have a little of your FxS before I make some complications for them :D and of course there's a bundle of pure fluff at the end (hope it measures up to the last chappie) some hard stuff those two got goin for them...
[Cowboy Bebop]
A Flipping of Pages
******A Succession of Lies******
Jet said good bye to his old colleagues as they faded off into the distance. "Damn it Spike." he muttered under his breath. "Leavin me with Ed. That girls more trouble than she's worth."
He threaded his way down the street through the hustle and bustle of people heading one way or another. She had to be here, somewhere in this mess of people. The only thing he could be sure of was that she'd leave an obvious trail of destruction as she always did. That was definitely nothing he wanted to take care of right now. He didn't have the patients or woolongs to appease the people he knew would be upset at the girl for one reason or another.
"Ed." He called her name as he jostled his way through the thick crowd. Where could she be? He'd told her to stay put and of course she'd nodded happily, a larger than average smile adorning her childish face. But that had lasted all of about ten seconds until she noticed something interesting hanging in one of the shop windows. Then she'd deserted him without saying a word. He was sure he wouldn't have noticed her absence at all if his friends hadn't pointed it out to him.
He shook his head miserably as his feet began to ache. The sun was already setting and days were short. There was no sign of Ed anywhere, nothing broken, no screaming shop owners. In fact it was quiet, unusually quiet. There was still the sound of the people floundering around him, the screech of landing aircraft, even the prattle of a few children as they chased a few dogs through the streets. But there was a stillness somewhat akin to silence in its absurdity that pressed him in making the beat of his heart clear and foreboding. It's beat echoing dangerously within his own ears.
Something was wrong. Something was definitely wrong.
His eyes darted across the faces of the people as they passed him by. They paid no attention to him and continued on their way. It was strange being among so many people he didn't know. A disadvantage of a bounty hunter he supposed, living like they did. It wasn't often they stayed in one place for very long. Old friend were all he had and he clung to them desperately as if they were his only link to sanity. Sure it was true he had Spike, Ed and Faye. They were great companions but... he fingered his metal arm thoughtfully, they had their own twisted worlds they retreated into. He was left to fend to himself fighting to keep his old memories while still leaving room for new ones to take their place. They had their own agendas and he, he was an ex-cop who'd deserted the force in favor of something more substantial, and truthful.
Cops lived on deceit despite all the lies they told the public, the ISSP was just as dirty as the so called criminals they were sworn to apprehend. It bothered him to think about those days. They were a part of his past he wished to forget but he always seemed to think about them at the worst of times. He'd often wondered what his life would be like if he hadn't lost his arm and injured his eye. Would he have stayed with the force?
He was roused from his thoughts by a few angry shouts coming from a shop a few meters away. A fat man in blue tweed suit his face a deep tinge of red was causing the outburst yelling at a little girl that stood before him. With a sigh Jet headed in their direction. The little girl was of course Ed and she was clutching a long black box. The man moved to pry it from her arms. With a swift tumble she rolled back out of harms way. She stuck her tongue out at him impudently. "This belong to Ed. Ed keep. You no touchy." She emphasized her point by patting the case comfortingly.
Jet arrived in time to see her nip the man's hand as he made another attempt at the box. By now people were staring at them, gawking at redhead girl in her absurd outfit and cheeky mannerisms. They tutted in disapproval as if she were a common hoodlum.
She might as well be. Jet thought, considering all the trouble she'd caused him. "Excuse me sir." He addressed the red faced man evenly. "Why don't we take this inside?" he gestured toward the door giving Ed a glare.
"Jet Jet! Look what Ed has found. It's so amazing!" Apparently his look had had little effect on her. "Not now Ed. Wait til we get inside the shop."
She smiled scrambling to her feet. She pushed her way roughly passed the shop owner and promptly stuck her tongue out at him when she reached the safety of the entrance. The man followed her and led them both through the shop. Jet eyed the objects that littered the many shelves and tables of the shop. Mostly antiques thrown together in disarray, but every once in a while he noticed a few pricy items hidden on the highest shelves or shove back behind some odds and ends. Dust clung to everything, from the glass sculptures to the metal trinkets. It was a strange little shop harboring such a wide variety of things. He even noticed a ceramic model of a bonsai. He'd touched it lightly inspecting it with hard eyes. When he brought his hand away it was covered in the dark dust. The real thing was much better. He thought as he wiped away the grime from his hand with a quick sweep across his pant leg.
The man led them to the very back of the shop. Opening a narrow door he pushed them inside sighing heavily as the red began to slowly fade from his face.
"Now what's all this about." Jet asked when they'd all managed to stuff themselves into what looked like the main office.
The man pointed an accusing finger at Ed where she sat cross legged on the tiny black des in the center of the room. "This little boy has stolen that case and its contents right off one of my shelves. He tried to run off with it. Luckily I caught him in time." A smug smile crossed his face as he studied Jet's expression.
If he hadn't been as tired and frustrated as he was jet felt that he actually would have laughed. Ed a boy? Ha. Instead he brought a hand to his face covering his eyes for a moment as if reliving a painful memory or else contemplating the empty space that would soon be filling his wallet. Eventually he brought himself to speak. "Ed happens to be a girl. And if she's stolen something I must inform you that there is little or close to no chance of you getting it back. So let's make this easy. How much do you want for it?"
A mischievous grin flickered across the man's once marred features as he considered. "Hmm."
Several minutes later and a thousand woolongs poorer they left the shop. Jet gave Ed another dark glare which in turn she ignored. It was a long walk back to the hammerhead. Jet let his gaze drift across the houses and dispersing people. Sometimes he wished he could go back. Back to the days before he'd gotten involved in bounty hunting, before he'd even joined the ISSP. A woman walked passed them going in the opposite direction. Her long brown hair hung freely in loose tresses whipping gracefully about her and she held herself upright with an air of pride. She smiled at Ed sweetly adjusting the zipper of her dull gray jacket. Exchanging a soft glance with him Jet could see the vibrant lust in her eyes, a lust for life. Something he'd lost early in life.
He sighed heavily letting his eyes take in the sunset that spanned the length of the horizon. Following the rays of light he traced the coloring as it darkened. Red and gold fused with iridescent violet until it faded into the black of a midnight sky. In time the entire moonless sky would be engulfed by that darkness, just as he had been so long ago. Life was easier then, when he'd been young. Wandering from bar to bar, from one woman to another.
There had been one woman in particular. He remembered as they drew closer to their destination. Yes he remembered her well, the sound of her voice still rang clearly through his mind. Alisa. Her short black hair, deep brown eyes and full lips, they'd haunted his dreams day and night since he'd left her on Ganymede. He'd never had a chance to say good bye and it'd been years since he'd last seen her. Where was she now? He mused absently. She was a girl of action, she always had been. From the first time he'd met her she'd been able to steel his wallet from his back pocket without him noticing a thing. She'd returned it of course but from then on he had always checked his pockets when he was with her. Without even realizing it the corners of his mouth turned up in soft smile.
"Jet Jet. We're here. Come on open up. Ed wants to go inside." The high-pitched squeal of Ed's voice roused him from his reverie. He opened the hatch and let the girl climb in clumsily. As soon as he seated himself she dumped the black case on his lap and sat in front of him.
"Looky what's inside!" She flipped open the lid and Jet found himself staring at a bright, shining saxophone.
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A thin smile crept across her lips as she lay beside him resting her head on his naked torso. They'd long abandoned the cramped space of his bunk for the cold floor. So enthralled in their passion she hadn't noticed how very cold it was. Pulling a blanket over her shivering body she remained by his side. His eyes were closed and his breathing even. He was asleep. Taking advantage of the opportune moment she studied him. In sleep he looked so peaceful, the sorrow that had been etched on his face had disappeared, but then it had been gone the moment he walked in on her.
Following the rhythm of his breathing she could hear his heart beating softly in his chest. A heart that had known and lost love all too quickly. There was so much that was still hidden within it, hidden by his own defensive walls. How long had she wanted to scale those walls? How long had she longed to see what lay beyond their rigid stone? Thinking back, she'd always wanted him. From the moment she'd joined them when he'd chained her to the railing. He'd been ruthless then, a sense of danger lurking in his eyes. But that was before Julie had died, perishing at Vicious' hands. Where so many hands had met there fate before her. Old memories fought to reach the surface and her heart stuck in her throat. She held them back with all that she could. They were dark memories of her own chance at love. Dark cold and insistent.
I've been such a fool. She thought vaguely. She'd been through a lot lately and wasn't herself. Previously she would never have dared to enter Spike's room like this for fear he'd find her snooping. But this morning so willingly she sauntered in and looked through it like it were her own. She could pass that of well enough to her headache and intoxication but it wasn't that simple anymore. Her headache had faded and she'd been sober enough to realize her actions and yet she'd stayed. Stayed with the prospect of learning more about this cold fearless bounty hunter who lived on the edge of all life and all emotion.
Confidence had spurred itself within her and made her reckless. It was an awkward feeling for her to be self-conscious. She was an up-front person, flaunting all she had and taking all she wanted. But here wrapped up in Spike's arms huddling in a few thin blankets on the cold hard floor she felt like she never had before. She felt as though she had a purpose other than wandering the stars in search of hapless destiny. She felt happiness, pure bliss in the arms of someone who loved her for who she was no matter who she had been.
She ran her hand over his toned muscles. She'd never thought that he could hide such a well-built body in the thin blue suit he always wore. And there was so much he had to hide.
In all her wildest dreams never had she thought this day would come, that this emotionless cowboy would open up to her. He'd always kept himself distance from the rest of them. She wouldn't have found it strange in the least bit considering the fact that each of them in turn were just as indifferent. Jet always kept to his bonsai, Ed to her computer and she had always kept to her thoughts, just as Spike had. But there was a difference with him, he never smiled openly around any of them unless he was drunk and a sad look seemed to gleam sharply from the depths of his eyes. A lone cowboy lost in a sea of stars.
Spike stirred under her and she lost her train of thought as he curled his arm around her bare waist and pulled her closer. She giggled softly as he held her placing cool kisses along her hairline. Tilting her chin upwards she planted a kiss on his firm lips granting his tongue entrance as she let her own wander through his open lips. The mere taste of him was enough to remind her vividly of the past few hours. Her heartbeat quickened and her face flushed a pale scarlet as they broke the kiss.
"Want another go?" He whispered challengingly into her ear taking a quick nip at it.
"You're on." She retorted as he rolled over to face her completely.
He reached one hand down below the blankets to rest in the heat between her thighs just as the other pulled her still closer. He held her there for a moment taking in the beauty that lay before him. She fit so perfectly in his arms as though always meant to be there. Her sharp green eyes piercing his heart. Where others had only met a wall of stone and were turned away, she broke through to the warmth of his emotions tapping into his mainframe. She knew him better than he had ever thought possible, could ever have suspected and yet she knew so little.
She placed her hands on his chest feeling his heart pounding in response just as hers beat feverishly. Letting out a small moan of pleasure as he ran his fingers delicately over her thighs she kissed him once more losing herself in her emotions. She ran a trail of sweet kisses down his neck and to his collarbone, her hands playing in the mesh of his hair.
He shrugged off the blankets and shifted above her removing his hand to the outside of her thigh. Her skin was so soft and smooth to his touch, delicate compared to the hardcore fighter it belonged to. Fingers ran up her side kneading her hips lightly as they passed moving to rest on her succulent breasts. He held them firmly in his grasp as he captured her lips in his, letting his tongue run along the edge of her mouth. She leaned up into his embrace her own hands moving to hold his face smiling against his lips. He pulled away slowly smiling back at her before he returned to her body tracing the outline of her collarbone with his tongue. She moaned softly when he let his mouth rest in the valley of her breasts as he massaged them slowly.
"Clunk."
Faye started, her hands moving instinctively to Spikes chest. She pushed him up slowly. A vision of fear was etched sharply in her eyes. Spike stared into them absently until he heard the noise himself. The harsh sound of the hanger as a ship settled into it echoed noisily through the bebop. Ever the dimwit it took him a few moments to register the actuality of the situation. His eyes widened. Jet and Ed were back. He glanced questioningly down at his angel her hair pooling out around her and her eyes frantic. They couldn't let the others see them like this. He stood up slowly lending her his hand to help her up.
"Spike?" She watched as he stood naked before her. Letting his hands fall on her shoulders he kissed her forehead lightly. He turned quickly and rushed out of the room leaving her to wonder curiously in his wake. Slowly on timid feet she followed him out the door and down the hallway. Halfway down the narrow corridor Spike came rushing towards her two towels and a bar of soap stuffed in his arms.
"Here." He whispered handing her the bar of soap and one of the towels. He wrapped the first one around his own waist and pushed her towards the bathroom as she struggled to tie her own. "Do what you always do?" He instructed her, smiling as she stood in the doorway waiting for the opportune moment a fleeting fire flashing in his eyes. She looked so beautiful, even just standing there, leaning slightly against the doorframe the towel wrapped around her breasts dangerously low, a half-smile adorning her vermilion lips. Her hair was somewhat tangled and her makeup smeared but her green eyes still called to him imploringly.
"I won't hit you too hard." She commented sweetly with a devilish quirk licking at her words. His eyes wandered down her lithe arm to the bar of soap she clenched within her tiny fist. Trust Faye to make things look realistic. He shook his head at her a small smile alight on his lips.
A sharp squeal of the hanger door and the clunk of Jet's boots alerted them of the intruders. Faye waited a few seconds cocking her head to the sound. She waited for the right moment and then, then she exploded.
"Damn you Spike. Get the hell outta here!" Just as Jet came through the door she hurled the soap straight at Spike's forehead. Despite his attempt to duck it her throw hit the mark. He groaned absently rubbing his skull as she continued her ranting clutching the towel tightly around her now that Jet and Ed had entered the scene. "What the fuck did you think you were doing?"
Storming back into the bathroom very convincingly she slammed the metal door closed with a sharp clank. It echoed harshly through the ship sending hands to ears amongst the lot of them as they stood gaping at Spike.
Eventually Jet let out a low chuckle as he crossed the room to put an arm on Spikes shoulder. "I thought you'd got the point the first time you tried that." He laughed at his friends expense. "You should no better than try and get in there when she's around. You'd think she were a fish as many showers as she takes. Damn and you tried to get in with her." He couldn't suppress his laughter.
Spike swatted at his hand trying to shrug off Jet's firm grip on his shoulder. "I wasn't even-" He stopped suddenly when another bar of soap skimmed the edge of his tousled hair. He watched its trail of flight as it made its way straight for Jet. He regarded it in a queer derailment of slow motion. The moment before it hit he turned, to see Faye leaning over the railing her breasts all but hanging out of the loose towel. She gave him a fleeting smile before directing her attention once more to Jet.
"Damn you Jet. How's a woman supposed to take a shower on this Goddamned ship when there's no hot water? You better get your ass up here and fix it. There's more soap where that came from and I'm not in a good mood right now." She turned away before he could even answer heading for her room at the end of the hall.
"What's up with her?" Jet inquired bringing Spikes eyes away from the backside of the seductress as she disappeared behind her door. Wonderful acting on her part. Jet may not always be one the brightest of stars but he was no complete idiot.
"I have no idea." He answered vaguely turning his back on the curiosity and making his way back to his room. Jet stood still behind him gazing up at the bathroom door that tilted on its hinges. Things on the bebop had changed in his absence and he wasn't quite sure he was ready to know how.
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"Dinner's ready."
Jet's voice drifted through her thoughts and Faye rolled over onto her back. She had donned her usual yellow outfit and wrapped her red jacked about her arms. She'd save the tight black dress she'd found bundled up at the back of her drawer for later days. She'd been tempted to wear it but it was even more revealing the blue dress she'd left in Spikes room.
Though she was unwilling to get up the promised of food was enough to lure her from her solitude. She opened the door to her room indifferently stepping out from it the soft pitter patter of her feet barely noticeable. Heading down the corridor she all but ran into Ed as she spun past her humming absurdly. She steadied herself and followed the girl down the steps and into the main room. She made her way to the biggest coach and flopped down on it fluffing up a few of the cushions.
Apparently someone had cleaned up the beer cans and junk on the floor she noted, looking around. More than likely it'd been Jet tired of the clutter. He valued cleanliness above all else and when his bebop was dirty he wouldn't stand for it. As Ed fell head first into the armchair next to her she sniffed the air exalting in the warm aroma of food that reached her. One thing she was grateful for was Jet's cooking. He may be a tough guy but he was no where near the hardcore extremities of the cool cowboy in the other room. He was more of a motherly type, protective of his crew and taking on the responsibilities of caring for them.
As Spike joined them flopping into an armchair to her right Jet appeared from around the corner a large pot cradled in his arms. He placed it on the table a ladle emerging from its rim. "Soup." He announced as he placed hearty bowls of it before them. Ed grabbed for the nearest one immediately and dipping her spoon into it she proceed to wave the spoon around as though it were and airplane buzzing loudly as she did so. Faye took a more restrained approach plucking the spoon gently from the table and taking a quick sip of the steaming liquid. Despite the fact that it burned her throat and scalded her throat the whole way down it was delicious. Replacing her spoon in the bowl she turned to Jet nonchalantly sweeping her hand in mock annoyance at her meal.
"What's this Jet trying to poison us again?"
He eyed her wryly before replying in the same air. "'Course not Faye in that case I would've only made enough for you."
"Ha ha. Very funny." she replied curtly but in no ill-humor as she reached for another taste. Eating continued in mild silence if Ed could be ignored. Faye was finding it increasingly hard to eat imagining as though Spike were watching her every move. But every time she looked he seemed to be more involved with what was in his bowl than her.
Quite the contrary she was watching Spike more closely than she ever had. Her eyes peeked out from under hooded lashes to glance at him every now and than. He was a slow eater she noticed or rather he was more partial to stirring his soup around the bowl than putting it into his mouth. Normally he would've shoveled it down, or so she thought she'd never really paid attention before but he seemed like a fast eater.
After a while Jet leaned forward from his seat across from her and switched on the monitor. Almost instantaneously a gruff voice blasted out in a southern accent. "Howdy all you three hundred thousand bounty hunters out there..." A quick flick of a knob and Jet had it down to a low whisper. Faye listened intently as some dude from the dragon syndicate was announced to be worth eight hundred million woolongs. Without stopping to think she turned towards Spike her hair flinging behind her head with the quickness. Had this man been involved in Julia's death?
He didn't even bat an eyelash. But Jet did. He'd been watching the two of them all night. They'd seemed different, more agreeable towards one another, more friendly, if not closer than they'd been when he'd left earlier. He'd watched them snatching glances at each other when they thought no one was looking. In a way it would have been funny watching this like they had some secret between them, it would have been funny had he had an idea what this big secret was. As it was, he was left in the dark on that matter and no matter how many hints he dropped in the direction of their little secret neither of them seemed to get it unless they were merely pretending. He didn't think so though. Maybe he was just imagining things though. It had been a long day.
"Where to now will Bebop go?" Ed yelled at the top of her lungs as she skipped over the table bringing them all back to reality as she broke the silence between them.
Spike sighed inwardly as Jet rose to clear the plates and such away dismissing himself. He'd seen the look in his old friend's eyes. He'd noticed the changes in himself and Faye. They should probably keep their little from him for a while yet. No reason to break the news so heavily. He watched Faye stand gracefully and retreat to her room for a moment.
Though he longed to follow her into the darkness of her bedroom he thought better of it considering Jet and Ed were present he followed Jet into the kitchen instead. The captain of the bebop looked every bit the house wife as he cleaned out the dishes with precision and replaced them to their right spots. Withholding an obvious laugh Spike wandered up to Jet and sat himself on the counter next to him. He was about to ask how his little shopping exploits with Ed had gone when the gruff voice interrupted him questioningly. "Is there something going on between you and Faye, Spike? You two've been acting strange ever since I got here. Well okey Faye's not that far from normal but your startin to worry me a bit." He didn't even look up from drying the bowl he was working on.
"Well you have nothing to worry about 'cause there's nothing going on between us." He said it flatly devoid of emotion. He was good at that sort of thing, putting himself outside of the situation if only to make his words more believable. There was no followup on his statement, no offer of proof. He wasn't one to give information for free, even to his friends. Jet would believe him, think nothing of this admission because it was in his character to accept Spike's terse explanations. He'd lived with him for long enough now to know what to expect, but not long enough to know what he didn't.
His companion was complicated and there was no number of years you could spend with someone like that, that would let you fully comprehend his twisting ways. He was a man of sorrow laced with hope dry, dead, fading hope and yet it clung to him and he gave no fight. That hope, Jet mused, was most likely all that kept this cowboy going, all that fueled the hungry fires of his restless soul.
"If you say so." He answered finally placing the dish aside and reaching for another. He heard Spike push himself off the counter his suit brushing lightly against the cool surface as he turned on his heal and silently made his way, no doubt, back to his room.
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Though she'd planned to return straight to her room, Faye was interrupted when she ran into Ed who was trilling a high-pitched tune and waltzing around the stairs in a tight circle. In her arms she carried a large black box that shone dimly in the overhead lights. It was almost as big as the young girl if not half as heavy, but she seamed to carry it with ease as she swung it above her head. It wasn't so much that she carried it carelessly for she watched it closely out of the corner of her eye even as she twirled about. When she noticed Faye watching her, she stopped abruptly the sharp tune dying instantly on her lips and her hands flying to her chest the box swinging down with them. She clutched it protectively her arms wrapped around it and her knuckles white with the strength she held it with.
"What's in the box kid?" Faye asked curiously raising an eyebrow in her direction.
"Nothing Faye, Faye, it's nothing." it was said in her usual joyful voice but even Faye could detect the subtle undertones that emanated from the girls own body movement. The box was more than likely empty, a young girl's fantasy, a crazy one at that. You never knew with Ed, she was always a tricky little thing. She didn't bother to persist in pushing the matter knowing she would get little more out of the computer whiz besides a few twisted words and abnormal behavior she was prone to.
Giving Ed a wide berth she strode around her nonchalantly making her way up the stairs to her room. Behind her Ed turned to watch her as she made her way across the narrow hallway until she was well shuttered in behind the walls and door of her room. Then and only then did she turn up her head and howl uproariously. In a slightly muted tone she followed up with a clearly foreboding message. "Yes Faye, Faye box is my little secret. But soon you will know too. Faye, Faye won't be very happy than."
Abandoning the strangeness she returned to her norm ranting and raving until she settled down box in hand before her computer to do some well awaited hacking, if not a little game of chess with her favorite partner.
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After everyone had fallen asleep, Faye grabbed a towel and a fresh bar of soap and crept out of her room. She had to take a shower even if it was freezing. As long as jet didn't find out it would be okey. If he knew she had the stamina to take a cold shower he'd never fix the heat. She sighed inwardly knowing she'd never get any sleep after such a cold shower. But it beat wounding her pride and taking one tomorrow morning so Jet could have an excuse.
Turning the handle on the bathroom door she glanced down at Spike's doorway dark and empty. Too bad they'd been interrupted earlier. She knew from experience that the second time was always the best, fear and doubt pushed aside to let raw passion take its course. Deftly she opened the door and stepped inside closing it silently behind her, oblivious to the figure that followed her silhouette with his piercing eyes.
She dropped the towel and soap on the counter before tugging open the shower door. Twisting the knob she let it run while she undressed. She took her time knowing it didn't matter since there was no hot water to be wasted. She unbuttoned her jacket and let it fall to the floor. Her stomach shone a rosy white against the pale yellow of her shorts and top. She let her fingers glide over her skin slowly the coolness of her damp hands reminding her of the icy water that fell continuously in the shower behind her. Quickening her pace she undid her pants and let them slid down her legs while she slipped out of her top. She sighed loosely now that her breasts were free. Pulling of the delicate few inches of fabric that were her underwear she tossed them aside and kicked off her shoes.
She looked up slowly after pushing her clothes into a tight ball with her toes and analyzed herself in the mirror. Her skin was supple and creamy, her hair pooled out about her face and her eyes twinkled brightly from behind her gown bangs. Had a lonesome cowboy truly come to love this face? To love the spirit that dwelled beyond the depths of those sparkling eyes?
She shook her head freeing herself from the thoughts that filled her mind and clouded her vision. It was no use to think about him, he only filled her mind and made her drunk with need with lust and passion. She didn't know if she could love him like she wanted to. He was just so much.
She shivered distractedly as she grabbed the soap willed herself to open the shower door and subject herself to the all but frozen waters. The wetness saturated her in a matter of moments and the freezing waters beat down heavily on her shoulders. She didn't close the door when she got in because the air outside of the shower was still warm and it filtered in amongst the cold.
When she'd become used to the temperature she reached up to a rack above her head and pulled down a razor. Lathering a layer of soap and lotion on her legs she let the sharp blade glide swiftly over the skin of her legs. Then she moved to her arms this time a little slower knowing that a cut would show up much easier here. She finished up with her under arms and rinsed herself off running her arms against her cheeks to feel their soft silkiness on her face. She replaced the razor to its perch bending down to grab a bottle of shampoo from the floor. She poured a dollop of it into her hands and massaged it through her hair. Closing her eyes, she hummed softly to herself.
All too suddenly she felt an extra pair of hands lace their way through her short locks. The fingers were thin and strong. She smiled despite herself as she let her hands drop from her hair to rest at her sides. His hands however remained tangled in her short tresses massaging her scalp lightly. She reveled in his closeness, his gentleness as she leaned back against his hard toned chest.
Finishing with her hair he pushed her forward and let the water run over both of them. She shivered in its icy assault. Maybe they would get a chance to finish what they'd started earlier. She relaxed calmly becoming used to the chill flow of hard water cascading down from the old twisted faucet.
His hands having fallen from her hair made their way along her body to her wide hips. He held her close nuzzling his face into the curve of her neck kissing softly. He worked his tongue down to nip quickly at her shoulder. She laughed softly, letting her own hands meet his as she turned in his embrace.
He wrapped his arms around her protectively and her own became trapped between them laid out on his hard chest. Looking down into her green eyes he captured her luscious lips in a death grip sucking the life out of her. She opened to him letting his tongue dance with hers between their mouths. She smiled against his lips as she felt him harden against her. "Not so gently this time."
"Well then if that's what you want." He whispered. Pushing her back he pulled her hands away and attacked her breasts with hunger. He suckled one like a babe his her hand running slowly around her other nipple in shortening circles. A moan escaped her lips and she backed into the slippery wall water cascading gently down their slick naked bodies.
Her hands tangled in his sopping hair pulling at his neck as he played with her letting his tongue slide between the valley of her breasts. Spike kissed his way to her navel his hands still groping her succulent breasts. Pushing her harder into the shower wall he held her hips as he dropped to his knees. He let his lips trail up her thighs slowly, exulting in the shivers that ran through her body. His tongue slid in through her pulsing slit licking her red folds, tasting her womanliness. He flickered in and out quickly running his hands along her thighs roughly kneading his knuckles into her firm skin. Her taste flooded his senses and he let his tongue linger within her reveling in it. She was one hell of a woman and here he was taking all he could from the moment. He would have smiled had he not been so wrapped up in his work but he merely prodded her soft node as violently as his flicking tongue would allow. She shook at his ministrations her body reacting of its own accord.
Faye let loose to her passion moaning uncontrollably at his actions. Waves of feeling passed through her being from deep within her. Her body swayed and she felt an urge for his entrance. She gripped his shoulders tightly with all the intent to pull him away from his point of teasing. But she was just as aroused and in her own way fought to please him. She pulled him up forcibly despite her thin frame and pushed him out of the shower. The door clattered against the wall and water splayed off their bodies and splattered the walls and mirror.
He hit the opposite wall sharply his moan muffled by her raging lips. They tugged at the corners of his mouth and trailed down his smooth skin along his jaw and down to his collar bone. She wrapped her arms around his neck and she kissed him in a fever of passion. His hips grated against hers and she could feel him bulge against her stomach. His hands flew to her arms and he gripped them tightly as he captured her lips in his one last time before she dropped. Her hands played down his toned stomach and over the gradual slope of his hips. Reaching his throbbing organ, she smiled mischievously her hands fondling it in such a way they barely grazed the skin. He shivered as she had and almost kicked himself for it. Unconsciously they been playing at this the whole time. Now the prospect of her winning over him in such a thing was if anything daunting. He would have hid his body's surges and his soft moans if only to insure that he would win, but now as sweat mingled with the remnants of the shower's cool water he was too enraptured in his arousal he couldn't help himself.
So he waited as she slowly eased him into her open mouth her lips brushing lightly along his full length. She felt him tense at her careful touch and let her tongue rove over his thickness in swift circles enticing to an extreme if not overly inviting. He struggled to hold back a rough moan as his breath quickened and his blood ran hot through his veins. She slid her lips back and fondled him in her soft delicate fingers for a moment but only for a moment. She pulled him back into her, her mouth teasingly sucking as it flickered along his length. Her tongue ran smoothly over his heated manhood as she herself felt her body respond to her own growing need.
Her body shook dangerously and she pulled mouth pulled away from his growing member. Her eyes darted up to his as she rose to meet his lips. Their gazes mate and though neither said a word they both knew what the other had not said. He pulled her into a full kiss pushing himself off the wall and circling around her so that it was she who had her back to the wall. His hands cradled her face gently as he claimed her mouth his tongue mingling with hers as their naked bodies came together warm and yearning.
Breaking the kiss he pushed against her and she bent neatly her back sliding a ways down the cool metal of the wall. She smiled at him a gleam of daring hiding behind her luscious lips as her hands helped him guide his pulsing organ into her. His entrance from then on was swift as he pushed himself onto her. She gasped at his harshness a moan fighting to escape her lips. Slowly flowing into the rhythm of bucking and thrusting he stifled her with his own mouth seizing her in a rough kiss. Pulling away he nipped sharply at her lip.
She returned the favor as the beat to their inane dance rose to fever pitch. They moved in complement to one another both awaiting the moment of release, the feeling of pure ecstacy. He plunged into her she rose to meet him, his body pushing hard on her as he all but shoved himself into her again and again. Their moans almost screams Spike let his lips linger on the soft skin of her neck for a moment before the final plunge. His hands gripped her waist tightly pulling her over him as hers gripped his shoulders tightly pulling him into her. Her nails bit into them as he pulled away for the final thrust. In harmony they pulled each other together and he emptied himself into her waiting hollowness. She cried out as he filled her, her nails slid along his shoulders leaving long scratches in their wake. Their emotions and their bodies had reached their peaks and in the moment they'd met in their her energy diminishing as he rested within her.
She fell slack into his waiting arms and he lifted her, legs circling about his torso still holding onto their link. He let his body fold and carefully lowered himself to the floor over her, his organ still buried deep inside her. She shifted gently beneath him her sharp green eyes searching for his. He kissed her softly his earlier fervor gone for the moment.
She returned the kiss her tongue lulling in his mouth maneuvering slowly over his lips. With a sigh they broke the kiss and Spike eased himself off of her to lay beside her on the cool bathroom tiles. The sound spraying water echoed from the shower, small droplets falling to land on their heated skin almost sizzling. Leaning on his elbow he looked down at her creamy face her lips slightly open and her cheeks flushed a pale crimson from her earlier exertion. Her eyes twinkled lightly and he reached a hand out to replace a thin tendril of her hair that had fallen across her forehead. Smirking naughtily he let his hand linger on her cooling face.
"How was that for 'not so gentle?"
AN: well there it is I think I'll make this into a short fic maybe six or so chapters I think but yeah hope you liked it. And I just to tell you next chappie I think I'll have a flash back for Faye and dear old ruthless cowboy spike will just have to console her, and yes you find out why the box is so important (if you don already kno). But anyways sorry for the wait I was grounded from the comp for a while there but next chappie won't take so long hopefully. Well ya'll kno the drill reveiw!!! For now see ya space cowboy.