Title: Competing With Ms. Perfect
Authors: Gunsmoke N Cigarettes
Summary: When Spike returns with his angel, Faye feels that she always pales in comparison to Ms. Perfect. Can she prove to Spike that she can be otherwise? SxF.
A/N: Wow! It's only been about a month and two weeks since we last updated! That's like, a record, or something! Ok, peeps, this is the one chapter we know you've been waiting for! It's the continuation of the last chapter, you know, when Spike and Faye were going to do it, but didn't? Weeeelp, you'll be suprised in this chapter! I'll shut up now, so you'll see what I'm talking about...-hehehehe..-
Disclaimer: Nope, nada, zip, zero, um another word for nothing...Well, Gunsmoke N Cigarettes does not own Cowboy Bebop. DUH!
EXTREME WARNING: THERE IS AN UPCOMING LEMON. BE WARNED!
---------------Chapter 5: The Anniversary--------------
Faye watched from the corner of the doorway to the living room. She was engrossed-well, not engrossed, maybe grossed out- as Julia straddled Spike in the yellow chair.This sent her fuming. That was her yellow chair, god damnit!
"You know what tonight is, Spikey-poo?", Julia suddenly questioned, snaking her tongue down along his ear before giving his neck a quick kiss. "Uh...August 8th?", Spike supplied, shrugging helplessly as his lover continued to bestow his cheek and neck with fiery kisses. Once this response was made, however, she immediately stopped.
"August 8th?", she repeated, by now thoroughly irate. "August the fucking 8th?" Spike swallowed. "Um...yeah?"
Screaming, Julia seized him by the lapels of his jacket, hollering at the top of her lungs, "August 8th is our bloody anniversary, Spike! Why else do you think I'm dressed up like this?"
"Um...so I'll sleep with you?", Spike supplied, helplessly shrugging his shoulders. "I mean, it's clearly working, cuz boobs are God's way of letting men forgive women for-"
"Shut up!"
"Ok."
Faye sniggered happily, poking her head around the steel door. "God Julia, too bad Spike's forgot your anniversary!" She said in a sing-song voice, watching the color rise up in Julia cheeks with pleasure.
"He didn't! He's just being ignorantly stupid! He is a man, after all!", the haughty blonde shot back in utter irritation, pinching Spike's ear before pulling him up and to his feet.
"OW! Julia, what the hell?", he growled, rubbing his sore ear before glaring at her with contempt.
"Just shut up and get dressed! We're going to the Blue Marlin for dinner!"
Spike's jaw dropped. "The Blue Marlin? Jesus, Julia! I'm a bounty hunter, not a fucking brain surgeon! How am I supposed to afford all that?"
"That's not my problem...you can get money from the whore over there", Julia quipped quickly in response, smirking over at Faye before giving a flip of her wavy blonde hair.
"I wouldn't mind lending Spike money...He would just have to owe me," Faye licked her lips seductively, "a yummy treat."
Julia felt the color drain from her cheeks. "You would say that, wouldn't you, you whore? Come on, Spike...let's go."
Giving Faye a curious look, the mossy-haired cowboy felt his face flush, yet he stuffed his hands into his pants' pockets and followed Julia into the docking bay. One thing was for sure, after this night was through he'd be running from the tax collectors for the rest of his life.
At the Blue Marlin
"I'll have the lobster, followed by your most excellent wine!" Julia exclaimed with a flourish, handing the cheap paper menu with the fancy french writing back to the fake french waiter.
Groaning, Spike muttered under his breath, "And I'll have a water...seeming that's all I can afford."
When the waiter took off with their orders, the miserable cowboy leaned back rudely in his seat and propped his chin on his fist.
"Spike," She snapped angrily, "You have to look dignified in this kind of joint! Sit up straight, you lazy bum!"
Groaning, Spike pulled himself into an upright position, then rolled his shoulders forward and nursed the complimentary water that every table received before their order. "So this is...nice", he ventured feebly, wondering why on earth he was allowing himself to bleed away all his money for the one night he most likely wasn't going to get laid.
"It is," Julia agreed, her hand creeping up to rest on his. "You know, if you treat me real nice tonight, I'll give you the best suprise in the world..." She fluttered her eyelashes in a manner she thought was sexy, which was not.
Spike's eyes lit up. "No way! You won the lottery?"
"NO!" She snarled, smacking her head with her palm. "I meant SEX!"
"Oh! Ooh!", Spike conceded, smacking his own head before letting out a chuckle. "Wow! Ok, that's awesome! In fact, why don't we just go ahead and go to that hotel I booked us right now so that I don't have to pay for the meal?"
"Eh?" Julia sent him a bewildered look and her tone was laced with growing anger.
"I mean...well...", he took her hand lovingly in his. "I know this means a lot to you, Julia, but I'm a cheapskate. See what I'm saying?"
"Yes..." Julia trailed off somewhat softly. She then realized what he meant and roared furiously at her aloof boyfriend, "WHAT ABOUT THE DAMNED WEDDING?"
Spike blanched. "Wedding? W-what wedding?"
"Our wedding! I'm your fiancee, remember? Or did you forget that too!" Julia heaved, her face a putrid red.
Spike felt his face flush like hot coals, the primeordial part of his brain reminding him that Julia wasn't just a sex toy, but someone who he'd have to wake up next to for the rest of his life. Suddenly it didn't seem all too wonderful.
Coughing, Spike returned breezily, "Nah, I was just messin' with ya, baby! I love you! Um...very, very much!"
That seemed to calm the beast and she replied softly, "Say it again."
"What? I love you?"
"Yeah," Julia's blue eyes sparkled and she cupped her hands over her heart.
Laughing uneasily, Spike returned as smoothly as if he'd been saying it all his life, "Julia...I love you. And I always will." Yeah, right.
"Let's go, Spike...I wanna give you something at that hotel you told me about.." She winked and trotted off.
Finally smiling his first true smile of the night, Spike inwardly commended himself, 'Way to go, Spike-O! You totally nailed the whole 'I love you' thing...who knew you were such a frickin' good actor?'
Following after his blonde angel, the mossy-haired cowboy grinned to himself as he envisioned all the wild, kinky things she had planned for him. Maybe he'd finally get to use his handcuffs!
"Excuzi, sir!" Spike was stopped by the waiter with the fake french accent.
"Uh...wee?"
"You haven't paid your bill! C'est la vi, where you planing on leavin?" He asked, his accent switching from french to american to french again.
"Uhh...the lady's paying", Spike replied, motioning over to the oblivious Julia by the exit. "So yeah...um...ask her."
"EXCUZI! MADAME!" The waiter let out an earsplitting shriek, waving furiously as he walked towards her.
"Um...what?", Julia demanded, absolutely bewildered.
"You must play the bill or else you'll be washin the dizhes!" He exclaimed, poking her in the chest with a limp dishrag.
Julia blanched. "What? But my fiance's paying the bill!", she exclaimed, pointing back over to Spike.
"Who, me?", he demanded, suddenly scrunching his features up in confusion. "Lady, I don't even know you! What are you trying to pull?"
"I-SPIKE SPIEGEL! DAMNNNN YOU!" She shrieked as the waiter pulled her into the kitchen by her hair.
Grinning to himself, Spike shrugged, only to suddenly stop short. "Dammit! My sex!"
Groaning, the mossy-haired cowboy stepped out of the club and into the night life, hunching his shoulders forward as he began the journey back to his zip craft.
"Ohhhhhh Spike!" Someone called to him and this averdeted his attention to the lovely vision in black that was running up to him.
"Uh...hi?", he returned, not sure what to make of this sudden intrusion.
"Hey, where's the bitch?" Faye asked, panting slightly.
Spike drooped. "I lied and said I didn't know her, so she's washing dishes to make up for our bill at the Blue Marlin." Noticing her outfit, he questioned curiously, "What are you doing out here, anyway, all in black like that? Were you trying to spy on me, rob a bank, or what?"
"Well, this is just a jacket. I was going to spy on you at the Blue Marlin, but it seems I got here late." She smirked, "Ol' blondie's washing dishes because you scammed her? I'm rubbing off on you!"
"Don't scare me into going to church", Spike gibed, smirking before suddenly frowning, again. "Shucks...I lost 50 woolongs on the hotel we were supposed to stay at, tonight. I guess I should go there anyway, though, since...well...no use in wasting the room."
"Can I come?" Faye piped up, sending him a side-line glance.
Spike blinked, shocked. "You want to...wha?"
"Well, Evelyn's on a date with some guy which means I'll be bored, Jet and Rayne are either making out on the couch or fucking, and Ed is currently sleeping in my room. I need a place to go.." Her eyes pleaded with him desperately.
"Ew...gross", Spike commented, shuddering to himself about the prospect of his partner and the blue-haired chick making babies on his freaking couch. "I always wondered why women would want to sleep with him...do you think they like the metal arm? I mean, it could-"
He stopped upon spotting Faye's disgusted look. "Yeah, you're right...nevermind. But yeah, I guess you can come."
"YES!" Faye let out, cupping her mouth in embarrassement after she realized what she said. "I-I mean, let's go!"
Raising an eyebrow, Spike shrugged, then waved his arm as an indication for her to follow. "It's just up the street...the ad said if we can make it by 10:00 we get 10 woolongs shaved off the price."
Rolling her eyes, it wasn't until that very moment that Faye realized how much of a cheapskate Spike was...
The Starlight Hotel
"Hallo! Two?", the overly-boisterous desk clerk asked as Spike and Faye entered the hotel in a timely fashion.
Faye stood quiet, obviously frightened by the man's enthusiasm for them. "Go ahead, Spike..You have the reservations!" She whispered.
Sighing, the cowboy sidled up to him, acknowledging as politely as he could muster, "Uh, yeah...hi...Spiegel for 2."
"Ah, jes!", the foreigner acknowledged, laughing to himself before smacking a key onto the desk. "Vould jou like any condoms, per chance? Zhey make the world have good sleep!"
"WHAT?" Faye blanched, stomping her foot in suprise. "Oh my god, this is so not happening!"
"So zhat ees a no?", the man demanded, his bottom lip protruding ever-so-slightly. "Vow! You must be a zuperman, then, no? If you can just unload een her vithout any cares!"
Spike choked. "What? God, no way! Just gimme the damned keys!"
"GRAB THEM!" She screamed, dancing hurriedly off to the elevators. "What floor? WHAT FLOOR?"
"Uh...t-two!", Spike stammered, shakily seizing the keys before grabbing Faye by the arm and pulling her toward the elevator.
"Vow!", the man called after them, "you really are a zuperman! Look at you go! You cannot wait to get your hands on each other, no?"
"Ahhhh!" Faye shrieked in horror, cupping her ears. "Make him stop!"
"I can't!", Spike growled, pulling her into the rather unsanitary-looking elevator before pushing the button to floor 2.
Once they were safely inside, they both breathed in, then exhaled before slumping simultaneously against the rusted finish.
"So that was...interesting", Spike muttered, swiping a hand over his face just as the elevator stopped. "And look...here's our floor. Yay."
"Yay indeed." Faye muttered, following after him. Her eyes locked onto his ass for some reason and she was hypnotized by it.
Completely oblivious to the 'sight-seeing' going on behind him, Spike whipped out the key and approached good 'ol room 202, which had most of the second '2' missing. As soon as the door swung open, they were greeted by a musty, dingy little room that smelled of mothballs. Regarding Faye with a tight-lipped smile, he quipped rather sarcastically, "Well this is certainly...charming."
"Ah, charming...yes." She murmured blankly, wondering how tight his boxers looked on him...
Noticing her gazing longingly toward his nether regions, Spike demanded, "What the heck are you staring at, Faye? You look like you could burn a hole in my pants!"
"I-What?" Faye asked, her eyes clearing. She began to blush furiously, but she didn't try to hide it.
"Uh...nevermind", Spike mumbled, shutting the door behind them before tossing his jacket over into a nearby chair. "I'm actually really tired, so I think I'll be going straight to bed. You coming?"
"Bed? Oh, sure.." She trailed off, slipping off her own jacket and flinging it onto the floor. Now with the jacket gone, it revealed a very revealing black glown.
Spike hadn't noticed that she had her hair up, but now that he did..wow.
"Uh...so you think Jet actually put the boobs--I mean, moves on Rayne, huh?", the cowboy asked as casually as he could, trying to hide the fact that a certain male part of his anatomy was beginning to misbehave.
"Probably. I mean, he was planning this for a loooong time." Faye slipped out of her dress, now clad in a black bra and a thong.
"Please don't let my lingere distract you," She deadpanned, noticing his advent staring.
Spike snorted, immediately turning his back to her before unfastening the buttons to his yellow shirt. "In your dreams, Faye Valentine...I've seen better."
"Oh? Who's that? Your fiancee who is currently washing dishes where you left her to take the fall?" Faye shot back, trying to guilt trip him.
Spike stiffened, yet it soon passed and relaxed, again. "Nope...the days before her", he muttered, removing his shirt so that it fell over his toned shoulders and down to the floor. Muttering choice words under his breath about 'nosy women', he then turned his attention toward his pants.
Faye stared unabashadly at his butt as the pants slid down his butt. Oh, she loved a guy in boxers!
Passing a hand through his shaggy mop of curls, Spike muttered something yet again, but this time jumped onto the creaky mattress and curled up under the covers. Noticing Faye just standing there, he added lowly, "I guess you can come in, too..."
Inwardly, Faye cried for joy. She wanted to be in a bed with Spike ever since that little incident in her bedroom. She jumped in and began to hog the covers.
"Ow! Dammit, Faye, that's my leg!", Spike growled, tugging viciously in order to reclaim the stolen covers as they rolled about and ended up becoming entangled in one another's arms. "Dammit...OW!"
Again, Faye was quiet, realizing that her legs had somehow become wrapped around his waist.
Spike was now also quiet, but for a much different reason. He feared that she felt the slight hardness between his legs and would laugh at him.
"I-sorry." She murmured, brushing the green curls out of his face lovingly.
Spike smirked, yet he didn't move. "You don't seem too sorry to me...typically women like to express their apologies." His eyes slowly strayed down from her lips to her chin, neck, and the ample curve of her breasts.
"Some men make it a point to stare in a girl's eyes, you know." Faye cupped his chin in her lithe hands and forced him to look in her eyes.
Spike suddenly turned serious, his garnet orbs mellowing out before he returned lowly, "Men who do that are suckers cuz they might find that they fall in love with those eyes...that they're pulled in and are trapped forever." Coughing, he suddenly felt his cheeks redden, inwardly grousing, 'Aw, God, did I really say that? How freaking lame!'
Faye, however, found it enchanting and endearing. 'He loves me! He just admitted it I think...' "Wow," She breathed, her eyes closing in utter rapture.
Spike smirked. "What, did my corny little speech make you swoon?"
"More than you'll ever believe," She whispered, tangling her hands in his hair.
Spike swallowed, then closed his eyes as he inhaled her intoxicating scent of jasmine. "Oh, God", he groaned, squirming as he felt himself only stiffen more so than before. "Faye...are we gonna...I mean...?"
"Spike," Faye moaned, grabbing his chin once more and kissed him.
'I guess that's a yes', the cowboy thought smugly to himself as he felt their lips dancing lightly to their first kiss. When Faye moved away, however, he immediately pulled her back, delving his tongue deep within the cavern of her mouth in order to taste her inner sweetness. God, she tasted wonderful...
Breaking the intimate kiss, Faye burrowed into his neck, panting. "Are we going to take this farther, Spike? I want this so badly..."
Letting out a light groan over having broken the contact, the cowboy managed to look her in the eyes, then touched her face. To him she had never looked more beautiful than at that very moment, her silken locks masking her face so that her jade eyes peered out at him through a shroud of mussed violet.
"I'll only do this", he finally relented, "if this is what you and only you want..."
"I want this...but will you still look at me the same way in the morning? Will you pretend this never happened?" Her eyes welled up with unshed tears, the hurt and question shining through.
Spike frowned, truly never liking to see a woman cry. "The truth is, Faye, I don't know", he admitted, "but I know what I feel now...and...it's indescribable. If I'm gone in the morning, I know then that I'm the cold, insufferable asshole that everyone claims me to be, but if I'm still here..." he fondly took her hand in his, "...then I love you."
She let out a gasp. Never had he sounded so...loving, so caring. "I love you, too." Faye cried, throwing herself on top of him, forcing them to roll over and for her to be on top.
Surprised by this sudden display of emotion, Spike laid there beneath her, thoroughly stunned; especially by the predatorial sheen within her glinting eyes. "Faye?", he asked, uncertain.
"I love you," She whispered, kissing him with a fiery passion.
Spike felt something burning within his heart as he ravaged him with her mouth, his own body quickly responding to hers as he pulled away and smirked. "I don't think this is the right order of things", he revealed, grinning before seizing Faye about the middle and wrenching her around and beneath him as before. Nipping at her ear with his teeth, he breathed huskily with satisfaction, "Much better..."
"Oooh. Someone's excited," Faye teased, giggling when Spike's face heated up.
Finally tossing his manly pride aside, he relented, "You have no idea."
This response seemed to shut the astonished vixen up, his strong, calloused hands gliding along her torso until he reached around and unfastened her bra. Kissing along the expanse of her pale, silken neck, he moaned deeply into her flesh, a smile of satisfaction slipping across his lips once he rolled his thumbs over her tingling nipples and received a soft squeak as his reward.
"Now look who's excited", he returned smugly.
"How do you expect me to react?" She demanded, still as defiant as ever. "Want me to scream, 'It hurts!', over and over again?"
Spike grinned. "Nah...that'll come later. Shall I continue?"
"If you want.." Faye replied cattily, quite thrown off by his obviously dominance over her.
Spike smirked. "Ask a stupid question, get a stupid answer..."
Capturing her lips in his own, Spike ran a hand down along the smooth plane of her chest and down along her navel, a chuckle rumbling through his chest once he felt her tense upon reaching the hot center between her legs.
Faye, deciding that she had enough of being the guinea pig, pivoted her body up and wrapped her legs around his waist, preventing any access. "Uh-uh, Spike. Save that for later," She grinned at him wolfishly.
Spike visibly winced, his manhood swollen and pressing longing against her thigh; it was quite clear that her sudden movements had only succeeded in further agitating the enflamed organ. "Faye..", he pleaded weakly, gritting his teeth, "please..."
"Nope! First, you have to kiss me...maybe then I'll let you," She sang, enjoying the agitation on his face.
"Fine", Spike agreed, "if it'll get you to stop talking."
Smirking due to the look on her face, he eagerly pulled her down for a slow and drugging kiss, his tongue lightly running along the soft expanse of her lips before he moaned deeply into the moist cavern of her mouth. The vibrations of his vocalized lust tickled and awakened something deep within the vixen, yet Spike wouldn't let her regain control, again.
Proceeding to bestow her cheek, neck and breasts with several warm and passionate open-mouthed kisses, he stuck his tongue out and ran the fire of the organ up along her stomach before wrapping about her nipple and pulling it securely into his mouth. "God, Faye...", he gasped about her breast, "mmm..."
"Ok, ok..." Faye moaned in ecstasy. "You can have your way!"
"I knew you'd agree", he whispered raspily against the heat of her flesh, gently parting her thighs with his free hand before stroking the now moist material of her scanty lingerie.
"Oh, you bastard..you don't even have your boxers off." Faye gripped the sides of the bed uneasily.
Spike smirked up at her, then guided her hips down toward his enflamed manhood and forced her to grind against him, his face masking his pleasure to the best of his ability as he gritted his teeth and began to dry-hump her through his clothes. "Fuck, Faye...", he gasped, biting her shoulder in order to quiet his cries of passion, "oh, God..."
Faye couldn't keep her own cries out as she began to beg him in a pitch that was higher than her normal tone of voice. "Please! Please, Spike!"
"Please what?", he ground out, gritting his teeth as he rolled her breasts between his fingers and nipped at her already swollen lips.
"Please make love to me!" She begged again, totally giving herself to him, not holding back at all.
Smirking, Spike flipped her back beneath him, then slowly looped his fingers beneath her thong. "Are you sure?", he questioned, teasefully rubbing his knee against her soaked panties.
"Do you want to have sex or not?" Faye screamed, half from passion and hate for her green-haired lover. He was going to drive her to the brink of insanity if he didn't do anything!
Spike smirked, returning with amusement, "Well that's a silly question, don't you think?"
Never removing his eyes from her lust-filled gaze, the cowboy kissed slowly down along the expanse of her torso, his fingers deftly removing her thong in one full swoop. Feeling her breathing heavily beneath him, Spike smirked, then dove under the covers and began to assault her womanhood with his tongue, his lips wrapping about her sensitive nub before beginning to moan against her sex.
"I..hate..you!" Faye yanked at her hair as she fought to keep herself cool and composed. She was not going to scream his name out. Not yet..
Smirking, Spike blew gently along her womanhood just to further agitate her, his long, slender fingers suddenly gliding down along her stomach before teasingly tracing along her moist entrance. "Hmm...should I, or shouldn't I?", he asked, slyly applying pressure to her clit before placing a lone kiss over her navel.
"It's all up to you.." Faye had finally controlled her breathing and now had an angry glint in her eyes.
"Spike Spiegel, I am soo mad at you!" She barked, yanking him up by his hair.
Ignoring the pain in his throbbing temples, Spike merely chuckled, stopping her incessant rambling with a kiss that caused her to taste herself on his lips. Feeling that he had teased her long enough, Spike finally took Faye's tiny hands in his own and guided them toward the hem of his pin-striped boxers. "Go ahead", he urged, breathing heavily, "do what you want..."
"I'm not one for..." She looked away, ashamed at her actions.
"Oh..." Spike suddenly appeared to be embarrassed. "I didn't mean...I meant...uh..."
"I'm sorry..It's my fault..I just had a bad experience with a dick before..." Faye grinned at him shyly.
At this Spike couldn't help but laugh. "What, did it call you a mean name?" Noticing the look in her eyes, however, he stopped, then shook his head. "Sorry...I shouldn't have."
"It's alright. You didn't know..I'm sorry I brought down the mood." She smiled and drew him in for a heavy kiss.
Moaning against her lips, Spike returned breathily, "Hardly..."
Reaching down himself, this time, the cowboy slowly shucked himself of his boxers, his desire finally released from its cloth prison as he nestled himself in between her legs and rested the enflamed organ against her navel. "Oh, God", he gasped, "I'm not sure how much longer I can last..."
"I'd say pretty long. You know what they say about tall, skinny, lanky guys.." Faye winked, the blush coming back to her cheeks.
Spike chuckled, his garnet orbs now a kaleidoscope of different emotions: mirth, amusement, lust, and something else that she couldn't quite decipher...
Feeling as if he could no longer prolong their union, the mossy-haired cowboy gave one savage thrust of his hips and grunted once he impaled the vixen to the hilt, his curls slightly falling into his line of vision as he began to vigorously pump in and out of her being with all that he had, their passion rapidly escalating as both fought to be the last to come.
"Oh, Spike! I don't think I can bear it any longer!" Faye cried, reaching out for his hands blindly.
Clasping her tiny appendages in his own, Spike held her hands by either side of her head, using this as a sort of fulcrum to assist in the erratic hammering of his hips, his moans catching in his throat as he pressed his mouth passionately against her own and prepared for his final meltdown.
"Faye", he gasped, panting heavily into her ear, "Oh, God, Faye...ugh..."
"SPIKE!" She yelped as she reached her climax, her voice reaching new heights. "I love you!"
Letting out a guttural cry, Spike tensed up and poured his seed deep into her awaiting womb, Faye's inner walls contracting spasmodically about his manhood before coating him with her sweet love nectar.
Gasping for breath, the cowboy wearily disengaged himself from their point of union, his eyes closed as he shakily collapsed beside her onto the bed.
"That was wonderful," Faye gasped, snuggling against his body in a loving manner and throwing one arm over his torso protectively.
Spike smirked, a rumble of agreement passing through his chest cavity as he returned smugly, "Well, glad you enjoyed it...most women pass out before they climax. Congratulations for pulling through."
"Mmm..What's my prize?" Faye quipped, her hand making swirling motions on his side.
"I dunno...we'll figure something out", he assured her, smirking before giving her bottom a pinch. "I wonder if Julia's finished with those dishes, yet?" At this remark he laughed.
"Oh, I am!" Julia screamed from the doorway, her usual hair straight and perfect, but it was disheveled and covered with suds.
Spike shot up in bed as if he were attached to a spring, regarding his fiancee' with large and fearful eyes. He was in deep shit...
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