A/N: Hey! Thanks a bunch for actually clicking on this story! lol Since nobody seems to EVER write a Spike/Electra, I decided to do one myself. If anyone ELSE wants to write one, however, please tell me so in a review and I'll worship the ground that you walk on forever and ever!

CH 1

Electra hummed a soft, lulling tune as she continued to put on her earrings and gaze upon her charming reflection within her vanity mirror, her tranquil, melodic voice carrying through the night air and out the open window towards the common passerby down below.

Vincent had always sung that song...

Shaking her head as if to rid herself of thoughts of her now deceased lover, Electra immediately capped her mascara and placed it back in its rightful position, her smoky eyes glimmering with a sultry sheen as she admired her reflection and decided that she was somewhat presentable.

Believe it or not, it had been an entire year since Vincent's untimely death, yet here she was, getting ready to go clubbing. Sure, it was completely against her old nature, yet she felt as if she were now reborn as she twirled in front of the vanity mirror and smiled at her bedazzling reflection.

Suddenly ceasing her rather childish twirling in order to adjust one of the puce-colored strands that crowned her beautiful face, she felt her smile only widen as her glistening olive-green eyes took in the sight of her incredibly short, lacy black negligee with utter delight.

Scanty, risqué', vulnerable...everything that the Martian colonel was not.

Perfect.

Adding a pair of painfully tall stilettos to complete the ensemble, Electra then slipped a small black purse about her right shoulder and headed for the door, an ever-confident smirk gracing her lips as she stepped out into the night air and prepared for the time of her life.

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"No, no, NO! That's NOT the guy! How many times do I have to tell you that!"

The bartender whom had been addressed appeared to be absolutely flabbergasted, his mouth now slightly ajar as he tried to calm his customer down in his most condescending tone possible. "Now sir," he began, "please try to contain yourself...I've told you all that I know. That man looks exactly like the bounty that you showed me, so there's no need to get your knickers all in a twist!"

Spike deflated. "But that's NOT the guy! Surely-"

"Sir! You are offending my customers! If you can't handle it, I suggest that you get out!"

Spike squared his jaw, yet somehow managed to fully regain his composure. "So be it," he agreed stiffly, turning on his heel so that he could show himself out of that goddamned jazz club. Some bounty trip THIS turned out to be.

"Spike Spiegel?"

He froze.

That voice...

"Electra?", he gasped, absolutely disbelieving his eyes.

The absolute first thing that threw him off was the mere fact that she was there in Tharsis, yet the most blatant element of all was the fact that he could see skin. LOTS of skin.

Holy shit...

"What?", the colonel finally demanded, raising an eyebrow at the way that he was staring at her. "Is it so surprising that I've decided to go clubbing and wear an outfit that reveals more of my body than I'd ever have imagined possible?"

Spike couldn't help but smirk. "Well, you ARE a 'Miss Uptight' if I ever saw one...why the sudden change?"

"Vincent," Electra revealed, now making sure to keep her voice at a low, even tone. "He saved me in an odd, different sort of way. I'm trying to change for the better so that I can live a new life."

"Well, I'd say that you made an excellent choice," Spike teased, not failing to give her body yet another once-over as he nodded his head with approval. "Those hours on end in the gym have done you great justice."

Electra rolled her eyes. "Don't flatter yourself, Spike...I'm not doing this to be someone's eye candy. If I wanted to do that, I'd whore myself out."

"And you'd get many customers," Spike continued to tease, causing her cheeks to burn a delicate rosy hue. "I'd pay, too, of course...I wouldn't expect any special handouts."

Electra chose to ignore that last remark, her exotic eyes flitting off to the side in order to avoid his ever-burning gaze as she subconsciously began to rub her arm. "Maybe I shouldn't have come here..."

"Huh? Why not?", Spike demanded, suddenly putting two and two together. "Wait, if this is about the whole handout thingy, I was just kidding, I-"

"No, no, it's not that...I just feel as if this isn't how I'm meant to live," Electra revealed, feeling as if she were some strange insect under a microscope as Spike continued to give her quizzical looks. "Sorry that I'm being such a drag...I'd stay to dance and everything, but my feet are starting to hurt like hell and I'm in desperate need of a TV dinner."

Spike couldn't help but smile. "Mind if I tag along?"

Electra did a double-take. "What? You mean...walk me home?"

"Well yeah," he agreed, shrugging. "It's the least that I can do since I said all those nasty things. Hell, I'll even watch your rack---I mean---BACK, despite the fact that you definitely can kick any mugger's ass."

Electra laughed loudly, then nodded. "Alright...I suppose that I could spare an extra TV dinner."

Spike grinned, pleased that she hadn't caught on to what he had recently uttered. "Sounds like a date."

A/N: Hey! Thanks a million for reading! I'd just like to know that this is the "classy" version of this story. If you'd like to read it uncut, it's also on Either way, PLEASE, please, PLEASE review! Oh...and people need to actually write MORE Spike/Electra fics! HOP TO IT! PLEASE? heh