"Forgiveness is such a wonderful thing." Jet said from the doorway leading into the rest of the ship. Both Alex and Spike heard him, but didn't care to look. They were too wrapped up in each other to care about what was going on around them. The world could be ending and they could care less. After standing there for about a minute or two, they realized that it would be a good idea to end it for the time being. Arm in arm, they walked out onto the sunny deck and just looked out across the ocean. It was Mars, but the ocean was still there.
"Spike?" Alex asked with her arm wrapped around him.
"Mmm?"
"Tell me about Julia." She said as she rested her head on his shoulder.
"Well, I would say that she was the most beautiful and wonderful woman I've ever known, but I would be lying." He said as he wrapped his arms around her. They stood on the edge of the ship and just gazed out. She didn't want to go out tonight and go to dinner with Blade, but she did promise him and he was her best friend. The sun was lowering in the sky and she realized it had to be getting later by now.
"Spike, I have to start getting ready." She said as she pulled her arm off of him. He let her go and they turned to walk back into the ship. Arm in arm, they entered the hangar and then the ship. When they got to the living area, Jet was in the kitchen, sautéing something up, but not enough for three.
"What are you making?" Spike asked as he sniffed in the general direction.
"Special. Bell peppers and beef." He smiled. Alex continued to the bedroom.
"Please tell me there is actually beef in it this time." he sighed as he sank down on the couch and turned the computer on to catch Big Shot.
"Oh, don't worry, there is." He said as it sizzled and smoked. Alex came back out of the bedroom wrapped in nothing but a large bath towel. Spike couldn't help but stare.
"What?" she asked him with a sly grin.
"Nothing. Just…uh…" he stuttered as he tried to find an excuse. She couldn't help but smile.
"Keep your eyes from wandering, cowboy." She winked as she disappeared into the bathroom to shower. Spike's face flushed a bright red as he turned back to the TV.
"Hey Jet?" he asked as he watched the screen.
"Yea Spike?"
"Tell me about this Blade friend of hers." He asked with a yawn. he heard the sound of the wooden spoon Jet was holding hit the floor.
"He's…he's just a friend of hers. They've known each other since they were kids." He said trying to avoid the truth.
"Really? He has a strange likeliness to Vicious if you ask me." he chuckled.
"Yea isn't that a bit strange?" Jet said uneasily. Spike knew there was something more but he couldn't put his finger on it.
"What does he do for a living?"
"Uh…I think he's a male model. Yea, last I heard he was a model." He said quickly. He knew he sounded suspicious, but he couldn't help it. The clock read 6:16 when Alex came back out of the shower and went into the bedroom to get dressed. She was still dripping wet as she walked across the floor, leaving wet footprints with each step. Spike eyed her as she strutted by. She smiled as she closed the door behind her. She pulled the dress out of the box it was so carefully folded up in and draped it across the bed as she toweled off. She pulled on her undergarments and then blow-dried her hair. After it was thoroughly dry, she put it up into a french twist and let two locks hang down either side of her face. She picked up her small curling iron and wrapped the tresses around them and then releasing them into two curly cues. She pulled the dress on over her head and then straightened it out; my god she looked good. She pulled out the wrap and let it cross her back and drape over her elbows as she posed before the full-length mirror. She tossed it to the bed and returned to the vanity mirror to put on her makeup.
Out in the living area, Spike glanced at his watch, seeing that it read 6:52. She had been getting ready for over half an hour! He walked over into the kitchen area where Jet was plating up the food he was making for him and Spike.
"Jet? Why do women take so long to get ready? I mean, a quick shower and some fresh clothes is all men need, but why do women have to be so much more…you know…prissy about it?" He asked as he leaned back on a countertop.
"Would you rather be seen with a beautiful woman or some girl that just showered and pulled on some fresh clothes?" he asked.
"Touché." Spike grinned. Just then, the bedroom door opened. Spike and Jet turned to see her. As they laid their eyes on her, both their jaws hit the floor. There she stood in the tight black dress and the stilettos looking like a goddess. Her hair twisted up in the back with the two curls on either side of her face, her makeup done perfectly to make her look even more beautiful, if possible, and the black mesh shoulder wrap draping down from her elbows. Her fingernails were painted a gun metal black and she held a necklace in her hands.
"Spike?" she asked softly. He broke from the trance.
"Y-yea?" he stammered, shocked at how beautiful she looked. She started walking over to him and he walked towards her.
"Can you put this on for me? I can't do it with my nails this long." She said as she handed him the silver chain that had black stones hanging from it and turned to face away from him, showing him the back of the dress. He couldn't believe what he was seeing; she was so incredibly beautiful to begin with and now that she was dressed up, it was like heaven on Earth…well, Mars. He took each end in either of his hands and brought it around her neck to fasten them together. He moved in close to see how to connect the tiny clasp, and was greeted with the sweet scent of roses. Damn, why did she have to look this good and then have to leave? He knew she was wearing makeup and he didn't want to mess it up, so he couldn't kiss her before she left…or could he? He leaned his head in and nuzzled her neck and then kissed her softly along her jaw line as he wrapped his arms around her. She tilted her head forward and away, showing that she was enjoying the moment.
"Dress for me like this sometime." He whispered into her ear as he took a quick nip at it. She couldn't help but smile.
"If you take me out to dinner at a restaurant that requires dressing up, I have no problem with dressing like this." She said placing her arms over his.
"Spike?" Alex asked with her arm wrapped around him.
"Mmm?"
"Tell me about Julia." She said as she rested her head on his shoulder.
"Well, I would say that she was the most beautiful and wonderful woman I've ever known, but I would be lying." He said as he wrapped his arms around her. They stood on the edge of the ship and just gazed out. She didn't want to go out tonight and go to dinner with Blade, but she did promise him and he was her best friend. The sun was lowering in the sky and she realized it had to be getting later by now.
"Spike, I have to start getting ready." She said as she pulled her arm off of him. He let her go and they turned to walk back into the ship. Arm in arm, they entered the hangar and then the ship. When they got to the living area, Jet was in the kitchen, sautéing something up, but not enough for three.
"What are you making?" Spike asked as he sniffed in the general direction.
"Special. Bell peppers and beef." He smiled. Alex continued to the bedroom.
"Please tell me there is actually beef in it this time." he sighed as he sank down on the couch and turned the computer on to catch Big Shot.
"Oh, don't worry, there is." He said as it sizzled and smoked. Alex came back out of the bedroom wrapped in nothing but a large bath towel. Spike couldn't help but stare.
"What?" she asked him with a sly grin.
"Nothing. Just…uh…" he stuttered as he tried to find an excuse. She couldn't help but smile.
"Keep your eyes from wandering, cowboy." She winked as she disappeared into the bathroom to shower. Spike's face flushed a bright red as he turned back to the TV.
"Hey Jet?" he asked as he watched the screen.
"Yea Spike?"
"Tell me about this Blade friend of hers." He asked with a yawn. he heard the sound of the wooden spoon Jet was holding hit the floor.
"He's…he's just a friend of hers. They've known each other since they were kids." He said trying to avoid the truth.
"Really? He has a strange likeliness to Vicious if you ask me." he chuckled.
"Yea isn't that a bit strange?" Jet said uneasily. Spike knew there was something more but he couldn't put his finger on it.
"What does he do for a living?"
"Uh…I think he's a male model. Yea, last I heard he was a model." He said quickly. He knew he sounded suspicious, but he couldn't help it. The clock read 6:16 when Alex came back out of the shower and went into the bedroom to get dressed. She was still dripping wet as she walked across the floor, leaving wet footprints with each step. Spike eyed her as she strutted by. She smiled as she closed the door behind her. She pulled the dress out of the box it was so carefully folded up in and draped it across the bed as she toweled off. She pulled on her undergarments and then blow-dried her hair. After it was thoroughly dry, she put it up into a french twist and let two locks hang down either side of her face. She picked up her small curling iron and wrapped the tresses around them and then releasing them into two curly cues. She pulled the dress on over her head and then straightened it out; my god she looked good. She pulled out the wrap and let it cross her back and drape over her elbows as she posed before the full-length mirror. She tossed it to the bed and returned to the vanity mirror to put on her makeup.
Out in the living area, Spike glanced at his watch, seeing that it read 6:52. She had been getting ready for over half an hour! He walked over into the kitchen area where Jet was plating up the food he was making for him and Spike.
"Jet? Why do women take so long to get ready? I mean, a quick shower and some fresh clothes is all men need, but why do women have to be so much more…you know…prissy about it?" He asked as he leaned back on a countertop.
"Would you rather be seen with a beautiful woman or some girl that just showered and pulled on some fresh clothes?" he asked.
"Touché." Spike grinned. Just then, the bedroom door opened. Spike and Jet turned to see her. As they laid their eyes on her, both their jaws hit the floor. There she stood in the tight black dress and the stilettos looking like a goddess. Her hair twisted up in the back with the two curls on either side of her face, her makeup done perfectly to make her look even more beautiful, if possible, and the black mesh shoulder wrap draping down from her elbows. Her fingernails were painted a gun metal black and she held a necklace in her hands.
"Spike?" she asked softly. He broke from the trance.
"Y-yea?" he stammered, shocked at how beautiful she looked. She started walking over to him and he walked towards her.
"Can you put this on for me? I can't do it with my nails this long." She said as she handed him the silver chain that had black stones hanging from it and turned to face away from him, showing him the back of the dress. He couldn't believe what he was seeing; she was so incredibly beautiful to begin with and now that she was dressed up, it was like heaven on Earth…well, Mars. He took each end in either of his hands and brought it around her neck to fasten them together. He moved in close to see how to connect the tiny clasp, and was greeted with the sweet scent of roses. Damn, why did she have to look this good and then have to leave? He knew she was wearing makeup and he didn't want to mess it up, so he couldn't kiss her before she left…or could he? He leaned his head in and nuzzled her neck and then kissed her softly along her jaw line as he wrapped his arms around her. She tilted her head forward and away, showing that she was enjoying the moment.
"Dress for me like this sometime." He whispered into her ear as he took a quick nip at it. She couldn't help but smile.
"If you take me out to dinner at a restaurant that requires dressing up, I have no problem with dressing like this." She said placing her arms over his.