Chapter 7 "Drunken, Julia"
It's been pretty steady the last couple of weeks on the Bebop. Jet tended to the things he had to do, as usual. Ed does whatever she does with her 'tomato' with the dog by her side and Faye, Faye went on the couple of dates she promised Steve she would go to with him. Spike didn't like the thought of it though, just as long as Faye and the guy did their mushy crap away from him and if she did go on dates with the guy then he expects her to be back before ten. He wasn't a protective father or anything, just a very jealous guy, but of course he would deny the thought of ever becoming jealous. If she stayed longer with Steve, Spike would have a lame excuse for her to hurry back to the ship, while she was still on her date. When they did the make outs, Spike would quickly leave the room they were in, he would either go to the 'gym room' and throw a few punches on the bag to work out his frustrations, or he would go to the bar and drink away because of the frustrations.
Things were slowly going back to normal, but there were things that have changed for the better as well. The times Faye was back on the ship, or if they were in space and away from Venus where there would be no way for her to get near Steve, those were the times Spike would kind of treasure to be the best moments.
Though Faye and Spike still had their bickering and constant use of 'inappropriate language', and fighting words of insult at one another, it was never too serious, never something that would go over board, to hurt one another. It was always fights that will end up something to laugh about later, and all of that fighting was just the way they express their relationship together. Spike actually thought it was a major turn on. Faye thought it was just a pleasurable thing for Spike when he's got nothing else better to do.
Then there were the times where for the first times of knowing each other for so long, they actually had long, decent, civilized conversations, and they both really enjoyed that kind of company. Yeah sure, they didn't mind the comfortable silence of their cigarette breaks, but they prefer to have the talking instead.
Spike would tell Faye the horrible things he did when he was in the syndicate, and how much of a menace he was when he was a kid. He would tell her about the first time he met Vicious and how close and good friends they were back then. Faye loved to listen to his stories, she thought about if he should write a documentary of himself, and would probably be more likely if it should sell big on the markets.
Faye has done the same as Spike talks about, she told him everything she remembered and gave every detail of her past. She told him her birth parents, how 'big' of a family she actually had, where she lived, everything she knew of her past. She told him what happened when she ran out of the shower that day when she accidentally bumped into him and where she went off to that day as well. She didn't hold anything back, and Spike listened to her stories, he actually felt pity for her but he knew she didn't want any pity from no one.
She also told him about the things that happened to her after he left and her breakdowns. He finally knew that not all of her breakdowns was 'all' because of him but because of the constant replay's in her head about her past, especially the replay's of the accident when she saw the image of the moon split in half. Spike felt a bit relived to know not all of it was because of him. She was going to break down if he was still there for her or not, but he still felt the guilt of doing some of the damage. He still thinks about him not being there for her at all.
Spike felt that their relationship was starting to grow more than ever and he liked the thought of it. He also thought about 'her' his angel and maybe it's about time to move on from the past and go on with the future just like the way he told Faye awhile back. It's not like he's plan to leave anytime soon, he already made that mistake before, he wasn't going to leave her again, not this time.
000
It was late after noon on the planet of Venus. The Sun was shining its brilliance and every large window on the Bebop let that sun shine come through all the rooms, giving every million particle of dust floating around to be revealed. The ship was definitely in need for sweeping, polishing and dirt-free rooms.
Every one on the ship did their usual accept Faye. Once again she was out on those stupid dates with Steve. Spike hated the thought of them always having to be together every time they get to Venus. He will always do the usual as well when she was gone. He would lay on that same couch cursing inwardly and saying things to himself "What the hell does she see in that little snot?" or thing like "Where the hell does he get off thinking he could just make Faye stop everything she's doing just so she can run to him?"
"She's in love Spike, you can't do anything about it." Jet interrupted Spike's loud thoughts. Spike was a bit startled, but he was thinking for so long and so loud that he accidentally yelled out his thought "THE HELL I CAN'T!" he yelled throwing eye daggers in Jets direction.
Jet was a bit shocked at Spike's busted outrage, but quickly pushed that aside when he realized something and that brought a devilish smile to Jet's lips, "Your Jealous?"
"WHAT? WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I WOULD BE JEALOUS OVER SOME ASS LIKE THAT? WHAT THE HELL DO I HAVE TO BE JEALOUS ABOUT?" Spike jumped out of his couch now spitting at Jets face, making Spike look more the obvious of his jealousy towards Steve.
"Six simple words, 'Doctor Steve Johnson and Faye Valentine', that is all I got to say to make your blood boil. You're mad because you thought no one but you can make Faye get her panties in a twist. The only thing that's different is that he can do it literally." Jet was convinced he was going to make Spike do something outrageously out of Character. Faye was right; Getting Spike upset and act childish was entertaining.
Surprisingly enough, Spike just flopped back down the couch and sighed to himself, but what surprised Jet even more was his Out-of-Character question. "How long will she realize that she's already got the people she needs right here?"
Jet had no way to respond to that, then he realized that Spike forgot Jet was even there because when he asked Spike to repeated that, Spike looked up with a surprised look on his face as if he never thought Jet was even there to begin with and with the answer of "What?"
Jet gave up on the little crazy things Spike was doing at the moment, he closed his eyes and calmed his tensions, "Nothing" Jet sighed.
After a moment of silence and both of them lost in their own thought, Spike got up from his seat and announced "I'm getting a drink, don't wait up for me. Probably be back in an hour or so." and with that Spike left the Bebop to go to the nearest bar he could find.
000
It was getting late and the sun was going down, and it showed its last rays of light on the docks of Venus's beaches. Faye hasn't seen a beautiful sight of the sunset since her youth days back on earth. The rays of the sun also made her skin glow beautifully; she looked like a saint or a goddess.
Steve took note of that when she wasn't aware that he was staring at her while she stared at the sunset. He came closer behind her and wrapped his arms around her to tell her his presents their and he was going to protect her. She realized that and put her hands on rest of his hands.
"Come with me." he asked her softly in her ear. He wanted her so badly; he wanted to give her the pleasant things she deserves.
She giggled for a moment and a bit confused with his request "Come with you? Where?"
"To my place, I'm so lonely there." He teased her with a bit of a whine in his voice. He started to kiss her on the neck then down, squeezing her waist a little tighter making sure not to let go but not to tight to hurt her.
"But I can't, I promise that I'll be back because I told Jet that I'll help him with the remodeling of his bonsai room. Remember?" she whined back. She got out of his grip only to circle around to face him and so she can give him the hug back.
"Tonight? but I promise, I'll bring you back in the morning." He said while sending butterfly kisses down her neck line again. She laughed at the feelings and shivers that went down her back every time he touched the right places on her neck, they were the places she was ticklish at the most.
"Hm'em" she shook her head showing the signs of the answer is 'no'.
Steve was a bit disappointed but respected her request, he only smiled at her and dazed about her beauty. He looked strait into her eyes as she did his. There was much passion in them two and Faye knew it, but at some strange moment, when she looked into his eyes, in a flash, all she could think of was the tall lanky man that waited for her return back on the ship. Spike.
000
Faye finally arrived at the ship, and she knew that she was gonna get a bit of yelling from either Jet or Spike because it was already past one in the morning. She ran up the docks of the Bebop trying her best not to make a sound. When she entered the ship she took her shoes off very carefully and tip-toed her way in to her room.
The lights turned on while on her mid-step when she barely reached behind the sofa. Faye jumped at the light sudden appearance knowing damn well it was either Spike or Jet that was aware of her trying to sneak into her room. She gave up the thought of not being caught, she lazily turned her body around to see who the one to catch her in her little act.
Spike stood at the corner of the room with one hand at the light switch and the other hand was occupied with an empty bottle of whisky. He didn't look all that stable but he did at least stand strait but Faye knew the man before her was definitely drunk.
"Your late Faye" he managed to say in a low and deep monotone without stumbling his words out. Faye knew he was a little pist off at her, but ignored the facts about that. She was more worried at the sight of him completely calm after having so much to drink, but as always she tried to play it cool.
"I would tell you the same thing, where you've been?...I know Jet wouldn't let you have the whole bottle on your own, he stashed his bottle away so no one could find It." she said as calm as she can. She started to move closer so she can snatch the bottle away from him before anything bad happens.
She knows Spike well enough, she knew that if he drunk a whole bottle of hard core liquor he could sometimes get either really stupid or really violent. It all depended on Spike's mood before he got drunk. Jet was the one to take care of Spike when he gets violent not because Spike lost all coordination to his body, which he always did, but because Spike was still a man and he was way to strong for Faye. At least Jet was bigger and stronger than Spike, and Jet will kick him around a few times until Spike go's out cold.
She remembered a time when something like that happened, when Spike found out about 'her' on the run, and she still had some contact to Vicious. She knew that Spike wasn't mad at 'her', he never could be, but was mad at himself for not keeping a better eye on Vicious to make sure he didn't get near 'her'. He drank so much that day. Jet wasn't aware at it because Jet and Faye were barely on our way back to the Bebop after he found her on Callisto. When they got back, Ed was in the corner with Ein because they were scared at Spike's drunken out rage. He threw chairs, glass, and other objects left to right. Jet was furious because he was throwing things and he was scaring Ed. He dragged Spike out of the room into another while Faye went to go pick up Ed from where she was at the time. It was the first time she'd ever seen Ed look so sad and the first time, seen her cry. Faye wanted a piece of Spike too after Jet got a piece of him.
Jet knocked out Spike with the few punches while Faye was trying to distract Ed so she wouldn't hear any of the stuff that was going on in that room. It finally settled down and quieted for awhile. Ed was there with Faye painting her toes. It was also the first time Faye has gotten so close and friendly to the radical teenager. After that day, allot of things changed, all of them were starting to barely respect each other and realized that they were indeed a team. Faye understood Spike's dilemma and had a little pity for the guy at the time.
Now, now is some thing different. He's drunk and mad. She has no clue of what he's mad at? But she knew that she had to get out of there and fast, but then again...she was his friend and she needed to know what was upsetting him all of a sudden. Though he hasn't gone through a rage of throwing things, or else Jet would of already been up kicking the hell out of Spike right now, so Faye knew that Spike just got back a couple of minutes before she did.
"You haven't answered my question Faye." he said in a bit louder than the first. He putted down the bottle on top of the little island in front of the sofa and started to walk towards her, and he's walking strait, she was a bit surprised.
Faye started to calm her nerves a bit 'maybe he didn't have the whole bottle; maybe he took a swig of it.' She started to walk towards the kitchen area to get her a little something to drink. "You never asked a question Spike, it was a statement."
"No Faye, I asked you where you've been." he said in a regular monotone. He started to follow her into the kitchen and was right behind her.
'Okay, maybe he did have a little too much to drink if he forgot what he said to me and if he doesn't know the difference between a statement and a question.' she thought to herself.
"I was out." was all she had to say to him. She knew he couldn't be that drunk to even forget who she was applying to when she said 'she went out'.
"Steve." Spike said through gritted teeth. It angered him more when she had that little pathetic, apologetic smile across her face stating the obvious that she was indeed with him.
"Yeah, he told me to tell you guys that he was truly sorry that he kept me out so late. Hey and besides...you know what? I don't see why he has to apologize and neither do I. We are grown people. Why do I need a curfew hour to when to be back anyways?" and it was true. Why is she having a curfew to when she needs to come back? What is she? Twelve.
"Because if you stay out to late my dear, then you are most likely going to get yourself into deep shit, and you know what? 'Mr. Fancy-pants of a doctor' of yours is not going to be there to save your little ass, and when he's not gonna be there for you, your gonna run off and go fuck someone else for the doe so they can pay your dept for you." Spike said this little too sarcastic but he also didn't realize the painful expression on Faye's face.
Faye was beyond pist at Spike's sudden comment at to what he thinks of her but she still tried calm and to reason with him "No, no it's not like that-"
She didn't get to finish her reasons when Spike went on rambling of what he thinks of her, "You know Faye, your gonna be the one to make the doctor go in dept. actually I feel pity for the guy. He's gonna realized that he messed with the wrong bitch, he's gonna see you the lying, skanky, low-life whore you really are."
Faye was shaking in rage when he said those terrible things to her, then she did something that she never thought she would do. She back fired on him by using his weak spot. She brings 'her' up. "Yeah, is that what you think of me? SO TELL ME SPIKE, WHAT IS IT THAT MAKES JULIA ANY DIFFERENT FROM ME?"
She quickly closed her mouth for regretting those words and especially that name slipping out of her mouth but she couldn't take any of that back.
'SLAP'
Faye tumbled to the floor by the blow of Spike's fist that came strait to her jaw. Spike hovered on top of her with an angry rage of fire in his eyes. "WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO SAY BAD THINGS ABOUT HER? FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, YOU LTTLE BITCH."
Faye stayed on the floor and whispered loud enough for Spike to hear "I'm sorry, I didn't mean-" but her plea was heard upon deaf ears. Spike pulled Faye from off the ground by her collar shirt. He made sure that she was now facing him, to make sure she could feel his breath on her face.
"You are nothing compared to her, and she is worth so much more than you'll ever be." he whispered harshly into her face.
Faye couldn't help stop the next few words that were going to leave her mouth and she knew she would regret saying these last few words too. "Your right...she is worth so much more...she deserved so much better than you."
Spike's eyes opened wide with even more rage than he thought he even had. He pushed Faye up against the wall and slapped her several times in the face with his right hand. He pulled at her hair and dragged her down to the floor kicking her on the ribs a couple of times. She screamed out for help but was heard by no one. Spike used harsh words to make his voice louder than hers "You worthless bitch, I hate you. I HATE YOU."
Jet heard all the commotion outside of his room. When he charged into the kitchen he saw Faye's body curled up on the floor and Spike's non-stop kicking to her ribs. Jet rushed over to restrain Spike away from Faye's body.
When Spike felt the grip of Jet holding him back, Spike woke back up to reality, when he saw Faye curled up in the small corner, he felt a pain rushing up his heart. He regretted to what he has done to her, he never meant to hurt her nor did he mean to insult her. His drunken state, the thought of how hard it is getting over Julia and his jealousy got the best of him.
"F-Faye I-I...I didn't-" but he couldn't finish his apology, He was stricken by fear. Faye rose up from where she was and looked Spike right in the eyes with fire burning in them.
"I'm sorry-" he managed to whisper but was interrupted by Faye's brave statement.
"No your not, you wanted this. I know you hate me, I've always known, I was just too stupid to not wanting to see that." she spoke out after her sobs.
Jet managed to let go of Spike, he knew that he was stable enough to talk and was now calm. "No Faye, I don't hate you. It's the- it's was the alcohol talki-"
"Exactly, I remember someone once telling me that the alcohol was like a truth medicine. It cures the honesty to what people thinks, and he was right." Faye had enough of this and just wanted to wash up and go to bed.
She exited the kitchen limping on her right side. She left Spike feel so stupid and saddened by his stupid violent drunkenness. Jet was there and he waited till Faye had completely left the room into the bathroom. Jet forced Spike to look at him then gave him one blow to the face. Spike tumbled to the ground to the same place Faye was moments ago.
"Well...how does it feel to be slapped around like a little bitch? Huh? You have no right to tell her she is one, you have no right to tell her she's worthless, and you definitely have no right to beat the hell out of her. Damn it Spike, where do you get off telling her and touching her like that the way you did? I'm telling you this right now Spike, keep this up, not only are you going to loose her, but you can forget about having her. Shit, you know what? I think you already have. Now you definitely lost all of her trust on you. I'm telling you Spike. GET YOUR ACT TOGETHER!" and with that Jet was done lecturing Spike. He left the room feeling no pity to him.
000
The room was dark and cold, the only source of light was the small lamp on top of the dresser that provided a mirror. Faye leaned into the mirror and saw the small bruises forming and the faint cut on her bottom lip. Faye touched it carefully, she realized that it wasn't going to be that bad and the swelling will soon go away.
The door then creped open to revealed more light into the small room. Faye quickly turned around with a hint of fear in her eyes thinking it would be Spike but when a mechanical hand came around the door she already knew who it was.
"Um Faye...can I come in?" Jet said in barely a whisper. He peeked his head around the door to see Faye was standing near her dresser drawer a little startled.
"Yeah" was all Faye could manage to say. Jet took that opportunity to approach Faye slowly and carefully. He walked up to her and saw that the light revealed her face. Jet was shocked and saddened by Faye's condition.
"Oh Faye, I'm so sorry. Are you alright?" he whispered touching the side of her face with his good arm. He didn't realize back there that Spike really did a number on her. If only he was there sooner to stop Spike, Faye wouldn't be all battered up like the way she was now.
"Eh, it's just a couple scratches, nothing different from the bounty hunts-Igotthembeforean-" she started slurring her words because of the tears and sobs she was having.
"Oh Jet, this is all my fault, I'm sorry." she cried, unexpectingly grasping onto Jet for support. Jet was speechless, but yet not all too surprised. The time Faye broke down those couple of months ago; he became so use to her falling into his arms and him holding her. She was so weak and helpless and he was always there to comfort her, but not once during her break downs has she ever blamed herself. What is it that she's apologizing about anyways? Is she apologizing because Spike hit her? She doesn't need to apologize to anybody especially Spike.
"For what? What did you do? I should be the one apologizing, I wasn't there to stop him fast enough-" he was interrupted by Faye's whimpers and she looked up to him.
"I said her name. Spike didn't appreciate that...He-he still loves her, and I tried to take that away from him." she whispered. Jet knew that she was referring to Julia and he knew she was talking about not mentioning about the dead. He knew it was a bunch of crap about not to speak of them, but he respected Faye's superstitions and her way she looked at fate.
"I'm a very selfish women." she finished off her sobering.
"Hey, I'll tell you what. We're planning on staying here on Venus for another two days, why don't you call up Steve and ask him if it's alright if you can stay the night. I don't think it's a good idea for you to stay here on this ship. Wait a little longer until Spike gets his act together for awhile, besides...I've got a little bit of things to settle."
Faye stood back away from Jet to wipe the remaining tears from her eyes; she couldn't stop the smile forming on her face. Jet always knew how to cheer up a person just by knowing exactly what the person was thinking. Before Jet even came in she already had the choice of going strait to Steve's house.
She started to walk away from the room. There was no need to pack some of her things because she had some of her stuff at his house the last time she stayed there with him.
"You know that he really does care for you Faye. He-he didn't mean what he said and what he'd done." Jet decided to tell her before she left the room. She paused at the doorway listening to what Jet had to say. Jet started to head towards her and was now face to face with her.
"He is trying his best to move on. Actually in my opinion, I think he's jealous of Steve."
Faye then looked up at Jet to hear if she was hearing correctly "Jealous? Jealous of what?"
"He doesn't like the fact that you're with Steve. Faye, he really is trying to forget, and if not forget he's trying to move on from Julia, but I think he's wanting to go the direction that leads to you." Faye looked back down and tried to ponder all of what Jet had just said but when she looked back up he was already gone as if he was never there.
Jet walked as fast as he can away from Faye without getting to answer all of her on coming questions.
He always knew that Spike always had this...attraction to Faye. The first moment they met her, there has always been this spark, of course it was the spark of dislike towards one another in the beginning that showed but nonetheless it was there. No doubt, Faye was extremely attractive, she looked like one of those girls you see on the front cover of a swimsuit magazine and if she was famous, you can see her on the issue of "Sexiest Star of the Year (or decade)" but that's not what Spike always looked at her to be. It was that burning fire that could never go out that made him feel magnetic to her. She was a woman with a passion and desire to survive and she would make sure that she would not back down from anything. Her pride is what made Faye one of a kind and Spike always liked that in her.
Even at the moment he saw her walk through those doors with a totally different look, longer hair, and more clothes on. He couldn't help but gawk at her; he had strong feelings for her, even now. Now though, he just blew the chance of ever having her.
000
The room that Faye occupied now was beautiful and...Big, it had flourished drapes around the widows only letting little light into the room, and though it wasn't purposely, the room was in lighted with candles on selves and the table. The room actually looked like it was owned by a syndicate's boss.
Faye sipped at the drink that Steve had given her, it was a low on alcohol and gave very little effect. She didn't plan to get drunk after the events that happened back at the Bebop. Steve entered the room with a first-aid-kit, he sat next to Faye to examine her cut on her lower lip.
"So on your way back home, there was a guy to try to mug you?" Steve asked with much concern in his face. He began to take out some of the medical supplies out of the box.
"Yeah, you know me, always refusing to let any of my belongings go, and stupid me forgot my gun at home. I mean the guy just sneaked up behind me, what a coward huh?" Faye smiled at him as best she could. She was lying between her teeth when she told the story of being mugged. Even she was shocked that she was actually defending Spike for his actions.
"But why didn't you go home and tell Jet or someone. I'm sure that he would have gone and find the guy that done this to you." he said in a low comforting monotone. He reached up to tilt her chin towards him so he can have a better look at her lip. He started to wipe away the dried blood from her lips and applied a little more pressure, so it won't need to bleed no more.
"It's not that simple." she didn't want to look at him strait into his eyes. She was too ashamed to tell him the truth.
He finished the cut on her lip that really wasn't all too bad. It really was just a small cut that would probably be gone in a week and no scars after that. "All done Faye."
Faye felt the guilt rising in her because she had to lie to the person she truly did love, and what made things worst was the fact that she recapped the things Jet said to her before she left.
Steve never saw the hard tension building up on her instead he thought her face looked so blank was because of the shock she still had in her. He still had his fingertips to her chin. He had this desire for her and the hint of love and lust was in his grey miraculous eyes. He tilted her chin up so that his lips could meet hers into a glorious breath taking kiss.
Faye was snapped out of her thoughts when she felt her lips against his and in an instant all thoughts went to blurry for this sensational bliss.
She was held by him so gently and the kiss only deepened. He finally let go of the kiss only to breathe and say her name in complete ecstasy.
"Ah, Faye." Giving her a look that spoke volumes, he covered her mouth with his once again. Willingly her lips parted beneath the onslaught. He entered deeply, his tongue plumping her moist privacy in a frank parody of the act of love. He'd gone hard in an instant. Tangling one hand in her hair and lifting it away from her face, he slid the other down her back to grasp the tender flesh of her derriere through her night-gown supple fabric.
She moaned with pleasure as he fitted her lower body to his, the better to feel his eagerness. Their hunger even more blatant than before. Faye began to loosen Steve's tie and partially unbuttoning his shirt, she began to caress him in ways she'd never dreamed of touching a man as she buried her face against the nape of his neck. He couldn't help the arousal that he had, he tugged her ever more fiercely against him.
Her body bending into his like a willow as he ravaged her mouth. He began to walk into his room with her still in his arms. Shared laughter turned to erotic, half-whispered words and kisses once they were inside the room. They didn't bother to switch on the lamps. His mouth continued to maraud hers, Steve divested himself of his jacket and half opened shirt. A shaft of moonlight penetrated the room between partially opened drapes.
Seconds later he began to undress her from her gown, by putting it over her head and lying it down on the floor away from them, a strapless push-up demi in black laced that hooked in front and revealed tantalizing glimpses of her nipples. She moaned softly as he stripped it away and cupped her breast in his hands.
The helpless little sound goaded him on. 'She's so beautiful', he thought, gently kneading her. Lush and full in contrast to her slender rib cage. And he loved that.
'If our circumstances were different and she let me give her a child someday...'
He couldn't let himself think of that.
"I want you..." he whispered.
She groaned even more at the wants she wanted "Deep inside me."
"Taking everything."
"Yes."
"I'm going to keep you awake until dawn," he vowed, trailing kisses down her body as he removed her under where. When she was naked to his gaze, he invited her finish undressing him. Less than an hour earlier, Faye's heart had been aching at the thought that she would always wanting to hold him and never leaving her. Now she was free to explore the rippling muscles of his torso at her pleasure, trace the dark, uneven seam of body hair that led downward to the focus of his desire.
Lifting her off her feet with virile, balletic grace, he held her up so her hair dripped about their faces like a crinkled, silky curtain. In response, she wrapped her arms around him. Her knees clasped him in a scissors grip.
It was the deepest part of the night. The moon had waned, its silver presence stealing from the room. Only Steve's watch, which he hasn't glanced at since their arrival into the room, insisted the western hemisphere was tilting toward morning. They slept little. True to his word, Steve sat in the strait chair by the dresser-desk that was attached to one wall, with Faye astride his lap. Her forehead leaned against his. Her palms rested on his shoulders. Though they were barely moving, at one level swimming in weariness, he was buried in her. The room was rife with their sexual perfume.
She stirred, felt him swell inside her and tightened. He thrust a little deeper. She put his hands back on her breast. Positioning his thumbs to give her the maximum pleasure, he caressed her nipples lightly. "I don't want to hurt them with so much attention." he said.
"You won't. Tomorrow, when I'm dressed, I want to feel the memory of this against my clothes."
Pierced with a wanton stab of pleasure at the mental image she evoked, he thrust again. She'd feel it other places, too. As he would. "Tomorrow's today already," he reminded.
"Not until the sun comes up." she noted.
"I'll want you twice as more before then." he announced trying his hardest to keep the rhythm of their love making before he could explode into her.
Note: Oh yeah. Whew- that was tiring to write and I couldn't be any prouder to myself. Hate Spike, love Steve, both are very sexy drop dead gorgeous men, (for a cartoon and in my imagination that is.)I told all of you guys that there would be lemon in this story and so...I gave it to you. Actually I want to thank my friend help me come up with the lemony part (he sure does have a wild imagination.) and I'm sorry that I haven't updated for a little while, test, exams, almost the end of the school year, it sure puts us into a nervous breakdown. After the school year is over though I promise that the story will go more into detail and will go to a quicker pace, but for now, that is what I have to offer all of ya guyz. Thank you all so much and please review. Bye-bye.