A/N: It's been a while, but I'm BAAACK:) Yay! lol R&R, please!
CH 6
"125...126...127...ugh, shit..."
Rolling over in bed, Faye forced herself to stop counting the ceiling tiles, her mind cluttered and full of excess thoughts as she suddenly realized that she and her fellow crew mates had been drifting through space for days, now.
Luckily for her, Katerina had helped her to retain her sanity by teaching her the art of darning socks and ironing clothes. Both tasks were terribly easy, yes, but nothing that she had ever really applied herself to learn.
Although she and Katerina had somewhat bonded over the past few days, Faye still couldn't help but give in to her jealous thoughts. She and the stunning brunette were equally matched in body type and looks, she supposed, yet everything else most definitely went to the 'Jill of all trades', herself.
Couldn't she have her moment in the sun...just once?
"Faye?"
She froze. "Uh...yeah?"
"Dinner's ready; I made it, myself," Katerina proudly revealed, taking her comrade's acknowledgement as an invitation to enter the room. "Thanks to the bounty that Jet and Spike bagged this morning, I was finally able to make the lasagna that I've been promising!"
"Oh...well, great," Faye returned sappily, smiling as much as her weary countenance would allow. "Do you need any help with anything?"
Katerina immediately shook her head. "Don't even think about moving, Faye! This is my treat to you guys for taking me in like this, so please...let me do all the work!"
Faye nodded weakly. Who was she to ruin her partner's spotless record with the guys?
Finally deciding to at least appear as if she had some sort of initiative, Faye then hopped off of her bed and wearily stretched her limbs up towards the heavens, announcing idly, "Well, I'm gonna go tell Spike to stop working out, now. Even if he is a lunkhead, I don't think that he'd deserve to miss a decent meal for a change."
"Oh, there's no need...I already did," Katerina assured her, turning in order to exit the room. "If you really want to do something that badly, however, you're more than welcome to go and tell Edward. I couldn't find that child even if I wanted to!"
Faye inwardly deflated. Jeez, what good was she with this woman around, anyway? As soon as she got an idea, Katerina was already finished with it and well on her way to the next task at hand!
"Hey...are you alright?"
Faye immediately looked up. "Hm? Oh! Yeah, sorry...just thinking of where that brat could be," she assured her, forcing a weak smile before giving her comrade a forceful push. "C'mon...let's not keep the men waiting!"
Before Katerina could even protest, a loud crash erupted from outside of the Bebop, the hulky old ship jolting forward and sending both women flying out into the hallway and to the floor with a bruising 'thud'.
"Jesus Christ, what the hell was that?", Faye demanded shrilly through clenched teeth, peevishly rubbing the back of her head as Katerina weakly sat up beside her.
"I don't know, but hopefully the lasagna wasn't ruined!", the brunette wailed, her heart constricting tightly within her chest at the thought of her hard work spilled carelessly all over the floor.
Faye couldn't help but smile at this. This woman truly was nuts.
"Hey...hey! Are you girls alright!", Jet suddenly demanded from seemingly out of nowhere, immediately rushing toward the two before stooping down and helping each one of them up in turn. Upon noticing a rather small scratch over Katerina's eye, however, he couldn't help but curse, urging hastily, "Come with me, Kat...it seems that you've got a pretty nasty little cut as a token from the hit and run."
Katerina immediately shook him off, insisting good-naturedly, "Oh, no thank you, I'm fine...wait, a hit and run? You mean someone did this on purpose?"
"Not necessarily...I, personally, think that it was an accident, so no worries," Jet assured her, choosing to ignore the scornful looks that Faye was giving him out of the corner of his eye. He had no idea as to why Faye kept giving him sly glances when he was with Katerina as of late, but it was really beginning to grate on his nerves. Agitatedly clearing his throat, he continued, "Faye, I want for you and Spike to go check out the main controls to see if they're still functioning properly. If you need me, I'll be with Katerina looking for Edward."
Faye blanched in utter astonishment. "Wait...what? How the hell do you expect me to work alongside that stupid lunkhead! He can't even tell which way's up!"
Jet sighed, then cast his pale blue gaze heavenward, returning dismissively, "Look, I'm sure you'll find a way...just get to it, alright? If we're sitting ducks, there's no way that we'll be able to get to any of the nearby gateways."
Now it was Katerina's turn to smirk. She had long ago suspected that Faye secretly harbored feeling toward Spike, yet had never decided on asking since it wasn't her place. Now that the two were destined to work alongside the other for a hopefully brief duration, the deliciously irresistible thought of spying on the two came to mind, yet Katerina immediately waved the notion away. After all, what good was a feature presentation without any popcorn? Last time she checked the cabinets, they were most certainly fresh out of anything decent.
Suddenly feeling Jet's reassuring hand upon her shoulder, Katerina smiled, then took his indirect hint as her invitation to leave with him, her smile only widening once the overall background noise of the ship reverted to that of Spike and Faye's incessant bantering.
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Faye couldn't help but observe how innocent Spike looked when he was lost within the throes of deep concentration, his tongue tirelessly peeking out of the corner of his mouth as he continued to tinker with the main controls panel like an adorably inexperienced mechanic. Pausing briefly to wipe his brow, he ordered coolly, "Hand me one of those wrenches, will ya, Faye?"
Faye, however, wasn't listening. She was far too absorbed in studying his nose...oh, how she loved it. The very tip curled slightly upward like that of a pixie, thus giving him a terribly impish look that made her just want to jump him and truly get to know the man beneath all the battle scars and mystery.
"Faye?"
She immediately looked up. She had been daydreaming, again.
Damn him for being so desirable!
"Um...yeah?", she finally managed to question, immediately reverting herself back to her patent 'you don't scare me' manner. "What the heck do you want, you stupid lunkhead?"
Spike grimaced at her 'pet name' for him, then pointed over towards the box of tools by the vixen's feet. "A wrench," he supplied, pointing yet again. "I've been asking you for what seems like ages, now."
"Alright, alright...keep your pants on," Faye muttered, suppressing a light blush from washing across her cheeks once she found herself wishing that he'd do just the opposite.
Bending down and ensuring the oblivious cowboy a good view, she called over her shoulder, "This wrench?"
Spike snorted. "Well I'd say that that's a pretty darn good guess considering the fact that it's the only wrench in the box."
Faye glared daggers at the smug man before her, secretly cursing him for the mere fact that he could be so damn attractive and simply infuriating at the same time.
Tossing him the wrench within a state of pure indignance, Faye then leaned back against the cold metal wall behind them and continued to watch Spike work, the well-toned muscles of his back flexing beneath his thin yellow-collared shirt as she briefly made note of the fact that when he moved it was truly like a beautiful form of art.
His long, slender fingers danced across the wiring of the control panel as he let out an occasional grunt of frustration, Faye all the while cursing her foolishness as she couldn't help but be overtaken by the new type of sexuality that she felt exuding from his body and coursing through her very veins in response. It wasn't long before she grew hot with need.
Oh, God...not here. Not now.
Not with him.
"I must be crazy," Faye realized, absently rubbing her arm as the heat within her body only intensified. "He's such an ass and I simply despise...wait. What do I feel towards him, anyway? My emotions truly change with the tides of each day..."
"Faye?"
She immediately snapped out of it. He had been calling her.
Locking eyes with the mossy-haired man before her, Faye couldn't help but allow her gaze to travel down to his lips as they began to form words that she was no longer paying any heed to, her impurient state of mind suddenly leading her to wonder what it would be like to kiss those lovely lips of his.
Would they be soft? Oh, most definitely. A man like Spike was bound to have silken lips that would leave any woman melting like sugar beneath his touch.
It was then that Faye suddenly realized that she wanted to be his one and only woman, her long legs seemingly having a mind of their own as she found herself approaching her partner with a tremendous amount of newfound determination.
Seizing Spike by the collar, Faye purposely ignored his shouts of protests and pressed her mouth forcefully against his own, truly fearing that this would be her only chance to let him know how she truly felt.
Spike, however, wasn't responding to her kiss in the slightest. His lips remained pressed tightly together like his eyes, his mind inwardly urging himself to calm down as he then realized what a whore Faye truly was.
Of course she would think that he'd lay her---it was only natural since she was so used to having men of all kinds falling down at her feet. When she'd say speak, they'd bark. Spike, on the other hand, was completely determined to let her know that she could never hold a torch to his beloved Julia...ever.
Pushing the vixen away from him with a surprisingly bruising amount of force, Spike irritably shook his head, then let out an indignant snort. "So how does it feel to take advantage of a man in love, Faye?", he demanded, her heart instantly dropping down to her feet once he seized her wandering hands away from his chest and gave her yet another push. "You disgust me," he hissed, immediately turning away from her burning gaze before pitching the wrench across the room with a subtle clatter. "Just because you've got a great body doesn't mean that I'll sleep with you, you know!"
"No," Faye argued inwardly, "it's not like that at all..."
"I love Julia," he continued, his eyes glazing over with a pain that his violet-haired partner had never witnessed within those incredible russet orbs before. "I love her," he repeated, now taking Faye by the shoulders before giving her a pleading look with his haunting eyes. "She still has my heart, Faye, so you can never have it. Not you, not anyone...just Julia."
Faye gave him a pained glance, then immediately turned away, realizing what a terrible mistake she had just made. Even though she had made several in her life, this was, by far, the absolute worst.
"Faye..."
She reluctantly looked up.
"Can you possibly leave me alone for a while? My head's really starting to pound..."
Staggering over towards the kitchen, Spike sensed Faye watching him with fearful eyes as he began to root through the liquor cabinet, a sense of pure, unadulterated relief washing across his weary countenance as he pulled out a whiskey and shakily closed the door upon finding what he so desired.
As far as he was concerned, he had a delightful date ahead of him with a certain Lady Liquor.
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Katerina rolled sluggishly over in bed, only now wide awake due to overhearing a strange creaking noise from outside of her bedroom door. Squinting slightly through the velvety aura of darkness that currently enveloped her within its chary embrace, she soon came to notice the small sliver of light that was gradually leaking in through the door. Someone, she realized, was watching her.
"Who's there?", she demanded, pulling her sheets up and to her chin as if to protect herself from whatever was outside of her bedroom door. "I mean it...you'd better answer me if you want to live much longer!"
There came a muffled groan, then a trembling figure came staggering into her room, the foul stench of liquor reaching Katerina's delicate nose before she gasped upon recognition.
"Spike!", she exclaimed. "Y-you're drunk!"
"Mmph," he grunted in response, unsteadily collapsing down onto the bed before seizing her abruptly by the wrist. "God, Julia...you had me real scared back there. I thought I'd lost you," he rasped, pressing his svelte lips passionately against her hand before emitting a low moan amidst her silken flesh. "Please, Julia, make me feel alive, again...just like before."
Katerina blanched. "Spike, snap out of it! I'm not Julia!", she insisted, frantically tugging at her arm with the full hopes of freeing herself from his overly-possessive grasp. When he didn't let go, however, she began to panic, her heart constricting tightly within her heaving bosom once the mossy-haired cowboy mounted her waist and pressed his mouth firmly against her own within a passionate desperation that lacked all sense of reason.
"Julia," he moaned, dotting several open-mouthed kisses along Katerina's jaw line and down to the crook of her neck, "oh, Julia...God, I love you."
"Spike, please!", she wailed, writhing amidst his tender administrations once she felt his steel manhood press longingly against her thigh, his grunts and moans driving her over the edge as he immediately reached for the hem of her silky red nighty and began to pull it up and over her hips.
That did it.
Taking a deep breath, Katerina screamed for help as loud as she possibly could, the intensity of her piercing cries practically reverberating off of the walls and sending involuntary shivers down along Spike's spine as they both overheard several hollow footsteps racing frantically towards the room at top speed.
In a flash, the door swung wide open, a dumbstruck Jet standing there before them with Faye not too far behind.
"Spike!", he exclaimed, his brows immediately furrowing tightly together as if he were trying to discern what on earth was going on.
Spike slowly lifted his head up in order to meet with his comrade's burning gaze, a dumb expression immediately gracing his countenance before he opened his mouth and let out an unexpected hiccup. "Yo," he finally managed to greet, gradually sobering up. "How are ya?"
Jet, however, wasn't the least bit in the mood for formalities. "Get the fuck off her!", he growled, suddenly storming into the room and taking his comrade by the throat and lifting him up and off the bed.
"Jet, no!", Katerina pleaded, absolutely shocked by his sudden action. "He didn't know what he was doing...honest!"
Spike nodded sluggishly in response. "Yep, Jet 'ol pal, she's right. I didn't do nothin'."
Jet frowned deeply, then reared back and struck him clear across the jaw, Katerina crying out once Spike's lanky form flew across the room and hit the wall behind them with a dull 'thud'.
"Right," Jet acknowledged, pretending to dust off his hands, "I didn't 'do nothin', either, then."
Faye, meanwhile, was watching all of this in absolute shock. Why had he just done that? Did Jet actually like their new addition that much, or did he just really believe in respecting women?
"Faye?"
She looked up. "Yes?"
"Make sure that Spike gets back safely to his room...there's no need for him to end up hurt worse than he already is," Jet groused, motioning over towards their lanky comrade's slumbering form in slight disgust. "As for Katerina, there's nothing to worry about. You just leave her to me, alright?"
Faye nodded, feeling tears stinging along her kohl lashes as she couldn't help but feel betrayed. After all, Spike had told her earlier that he could only love Julia, and yet just a second ago he was trying to put the moves on Katerina? She just didn't understand it!
Begrudgingly leaning down and giving the mossy-haired cowboy a sharp poke in the stomach, Faye couldn't help but frown in response when all he did was snore.
Sighing, she got down on her knees and lifted his head up into her lap, making a silent note in her head that Jet owed her big time as she began to drag Spike's limp form over toward the trash can in the corner in case he ever needed to throw up.
Stupid lunkhead...
A/N: Welp, again, I am SO sorry for the long wait and the mere fact that there was NO lemon in this chapter! I decided to postpone it to the NEXT chapter, haha. Sorry:-P Please review, ok, or else there won't BE another chapter! MWUAHAHA!