a/n: once again, i believe i left you with a bit of a cliffhanger. well, here's the resolution. i think somebody's lost their mind. it was probably me, but oh well...whatever makes for (hopefully) good writing. oh, and yes, the title of the chapter is taken from panic!at the disco (though i can't say that i like the band all that much). oh yeah, and there's another lemon in this chapter. i know, i know...but once you start, you just can't stop. but again, it's nothing too happy...i bet you can all guess what's getting ready to happen. okay, that's enough. read now, please.

7. I Write Sins, Not Tragedies


The taxi had just barely driven away before the young woman pulled the man down for a kiss. For such a petite girl, she was rather demanding and forceful with him. Breaking away and given an excited chuckle, she grabbed his hand and pulled him into the apartment complex. Running upstairs, she tugged his hand harder, trying to get him to hurry up. He was still resisting her, she could easily tell, but she'd take care of that soon enough.

Knowing that he had passed the point of no return, Spike decided to just go with it. She did look like the fleshed-out ghost of a woman, after all, and wasn't he just thinking earlier about what he'd do if he had another chance? He supposed that this was a good a chance as any. As she finally stopped at her doorway, keys jiggling nervously in her hands, Spike spun her around and pushed her into the door, then descended his lips upon hers.

A surprised, but pleased groan passed her lips, and the little noise excited Spike now that he was getting into things. Playfully pushing him away, Delilah turned and successfully opened the door and they stumbled inside. Slamming the door shut, not thinking about waking the neighbors, the girl quickly pulled off Spike's wrinkly, blue jacket, and tossed it away.

"What's with the suit?" She asked between impatient kisses.

"I like to dress nice," he smirked against her mouth.

She smiled and pushed him towards her room, excited that she'd get want she wanted, once again. Tripping over their feet, Spike became frustrated and simply picked her up. With her legs tightly wrapped around his waist, the pair continued on to her room. Upon finally reaching their destination, Delilah detached herself from Spike's hard, toned form, and began to strip him again.

"You're really forceful, you know that?"

"It's the best way to get what I want. Besides, it looks like you appreciate a woman who could kick you ass."

"I doubt you'd even know where to start," he said as his smirk became more devilish.

Said smirk changed to a gasp, though, as the little spit-fire's hands grabbed his hardening length. He wasn't even aware that she had undone his pants already. She returned his faded smirk as she backed him into the door, pleased with the reaction she was getting. Dropping to her knees, she pushed his pants down the length of his long legs, and quickly let his orange stripped boxers follow.

"It's always the skinny ones that are packing, huh?" She said as she looked up at him.

Giving her a weak smile, Spike's head flew back as her tongue darted out and tasted his most sensitive flesh. It didn't take her long, though, to replace her skittish appendage with a more inviting sensation. There was no way that she'd be able to fit him entirely in his mouth, but that's what her hands were there for. Alternating between sucks and strokes, she was sure that she was sending Spike into sweet oblivion.

His thoughts were similar to Delilah's at the moment, not remembering the last time that he had such attention lavished upon him. It was never something that Julia would do, she was too "proper" for that, and Faye had other ways of making him happy. But this young woman was definitely making him question why he'd neglected this so long.

Too soon for him, Delilah halted her motions and stood back up. Placing a deep kiss on his slightly open mouth, which was something Spike thought of as taboo, the girl began to unbutton her blouse. Quickly ridding herself of the garment, and easily making her bra disappear, too, she kissed Spike's neck and ground her hips into his.

"I thought you said you were only 20," Spike managed to get out.

"A very mature 20," she said as she pushed away from him.

Heading to her bed and shedding her pants and panties along the way, she appealingly spread out on the mattress, enticing him as she went.

"So, are you coming?" She asked, her tone now smooth and husky.

Not answering, Spike went over to her and spread his body over hers. Deciding to play the victim no longer, he took control of the situation and shoved his tongue into her mouth for once. Responding eagerly to him, Delilah wrapped her arms around his neck and accepted the kiss full force. Unwilling to put his lips any place other than her lips, Spike's hands roamed her nubile body, enjoying what he felt.

Her breasts were firm and round, fitting nicely into his rough palm. They definitely weren't like Faye's, they were a bit too small for that. As he flicked over one of her hardened nipples, he concluded that hers were made more like Julia's. Running a hand lower, he supposed he wasn't too surprised to find her smooth and ready for him. The scent of her arousal filled his nose, but it once again, she was nothing like Faye.

Breaking the kiss and positioning himself at the her entrance, Spike cursed himself for thinking about Faye. Julia as well, but definitely Faye. Now wasn't the time for those women to bombard his senses, this time was just for him. Shaking his head, trying to toss out the images, Spike kissed Delilah again, making sure she was ready, even though he already knew she was.

"Wait," he said just before he thrust into her, "we're not doing this without protection. I'm not gonna have you popping up at my door nine months from now, saying 'oops'."

"Oh, I totally forgot," she said to him, a true look of forgetfulness crossing her face. "I've never had to work so hard to get someone before, so I guess I got caught up and forgot."

Not answering her, Spike watched as she reached into her side table draw and pull out a condom. A green one, at that.

"Hey, it matches your hair," she giggled.

Rolling the contraption on with an exasperated sigh, Spike wondered if he should back out. He still had time, and if he didn't go through with this, then he'd at least have that much common sense. But Delilah had to choose that moment to stroke him rather invitingly, and what little bit of sense he had left, went flying out the window.

Stretching back over her, Spike buried himself inside of her, squeezing his eyes shut at her warmth. An excited gasp escaped the girl's lips as she began to rock into him. With her legs wrapped tightly around his waist again, his thrusts were shallow, yet deep, which caused her to cry out continually.

She felt good, he couldn't deny that, but she wasn't anything exceptional. She was wild and unbridled, that's for sure, which was a change from the recent norm Spike had fallen in to. And she obviously knew what she was doing, which prompted him to wonder just how many times she had gotten her way.

In between grunts of guilty satisfaction from him, and near screams of pleasure from her, Spike couldn't keep his thoughts from Faye. He had to wonder how other people cheated on their lovers since he wasn't even done with the act, and he was already feeling immense regret. For as good as Delilah may be able to milk him, this was something he'd never live down.

As he pushed into her harder, Spike realized that she didn't touch him right. Well, how could she, he imagined. The only one who ever knew the right buttons to push was the one he was hurting. Even Julia didn't have anything on Faye. And there he was again, not focusing on the situation at hand. Trying to get back into the act, Spike planted another falsely passionate kiss on Delilah's parted, panting lips.

She was getting close, if her increased volume said anything. Spike wasn't far behind her, but his guilt was definitely getting the better of him. After just a few more well timed thrust, he felt the girl clench him tightly and cry out his name. Spike flinched at the use, and hated the way his name dribbled from her mouth.

Giving in and sending out a half-hearted shout of his own, Spike came and groaned at his release. Barely waiting for his spasms to cease, he pulled out of her and rolled to the side. His back was turned towards her, and his mind was surprisingly blank. He wanted to think about what he'd just done, and he really wanted to think about how he'd hide all of this from everyone on the Bebop, but his thoughts refused to flow.

"That was amazing," Delilah breathless said as she cuddled up to him. Her arm fell over his chest and she kissed his back. He flinched slightly when he realized that she had kissed him in Faye's spot, that place her lips always seemed to find.

"You are by far the best I've ever had."

He didn't respond to her, but he didn't make any effort to move, either. He was tremendously tempted to just get up and leave, but he was in no condition to go back to the ship (guilty and recking of adultrous sex), and he was too apathetic at the moment to search for a hotel. So he decided to stay, which was neither an exceptionally good or bad idea.

"I'm going to the bathroom," he passively told her as he rose from the bed. He grabbed his boxers along the way and left her to herself.

Spike briefly thought if he was being too hard on the girl, after all, it took two to sin, but as he stared at his reflection in the mirror, he suddenly didn't care. Now the questions began to flood to him in droves. What had he done? And why? Well, if he wanted to hurt Faye, he certainly got his wish. And though it was proven that Delilah was no Julia, Spike had also gotten to live out his 'one more chance' fantasy as well.

Sinking to the bathroom floor and just staring at the ceiling, Spike wholly understood that what was done was done, and he couldn't undo it if he tried. Resting his head on the wall behind him, he closed his eyes and sighed. He really wished he had a cigarette then, but settled for nothing, since he didn't even deserve that much. What was he going to do in the morning? What was he going to do, indeed.


"The next time you decided to take Ed out for ice cream at 10:30 at night, leave me out of it," Faye gave an irritated huff as she bursts through the Bebop's front door.

"Technically, it's not my fault, Faye," Jet tried to smooth things over as he carried in a sleeping Ed behind her.

"Well I didn't let her eat five gallons worth of ice cream, did I?"

"Now you're just overreacting, Faye. It was only three gallons, and it's not like you were wearing Versayce or anything," he reminded her, secretly glad to actually hear her yelling again.

"It's Ver-saw-che. God, men…" she sighed as she stormed off to a much needed shower.

It definitely wasn't Faye's best night by any stretch of the word. Their little ice cream excursion had turned into a tiring visit to the hospital. Iggy's Ice Cream Chaque, which was never a refutable place in Faye's mind, was the only ice cream shop open that late at night. And leave it to Jet to insist on keeping a promise to Ed. Upon entering the place, Iggy had told the three of them that his freezer had recently broken and he was given away his ice cream before it melted.

Well, never ones to leave good food behind, Jet, Faye and Ed both grabbed two gallons each, and headed off to get some ice to put it all on. Once their frozen treats were adequately cooling off, Jet proposed a trip to the park, and like a fool, Faye had agreed. So, while both adults ate a few spoonfuls of ice cream and talked about life, Ed, on the other hand, decided to indulge in a gallon or three. Then she had the brilliant idea to work off the fattening dessert by playing on the jungle gym.

Fifteen minutes after those disastrous wheels had been set into motion, Ed came stumbling over to them, appearing rather intoxicated, and proceeding to vomit all over Jet and Faye. Needless to say, the woman was horrified. Jet was confused like any single, childless man would be, and Ed's puke just kept on coming.

Once the girl had finally emptied everything in her over-extended stomach, Ed collapsed to the ground, lost somewhere in a near sugar coma. Braving the bodily fluids everywhere, Jet picked up the kid and proceed to the nearest hospital to get her checked out. And all along the way, Faye yelled at him, demanding to know how he could have let her eat so much. He thought it was funny, though, that she conveniently left out the part where she had also let the girl eat the ice cream.

So it was another trip to Tharsis General, and at this rate, they'd have racked up enough visits to get the next one free. After the doctor checked her over, he simply concluded that she had eaten too much, twirled around too hard, and had a negative reaction to both. After some rest and definitely no sweets for a few days, she'd be just fine. It had taken four hours for the doctor to tell them that. Four long, smelly, crusty clothed hours, and a bill of at least 4500 woolongs.

By the time they finally made it back home it was after six in the morning. The sun was rising, the birds where singing, and Faye was ready to pitch yet another fit. Forgoing the tantrum, she opted for a bath, more than ready to strip out of her soiled beyond repair garments. Never in her life had hot water and soap felt so good. She would have stayed in there all day if she wasn't sure she'd fall asleep in right there in the tub.

After one more rinse and then a thorough drying, Faye exited the bathroom and went off to fall asleep. On her way to her room, mildly noting that Jet had headed in for a shower right after her, Faye poked her head into Spike's room momentarily, seeing if he was there. When she didn't see him, she frowned a little. She thought for a second that he might be in her room, but doubted that was the case. Shrugging it off, though, realizing that if he wanted her to find him, she would, Faye continued on to her room, leaving the stress of the night behind her.


and that's all for now, folks. a short chapter in comparisson to the other two. i guess a more concise resolution will take place in the next chapter or two. also, this was the chapter where the 'ice cream woes' showed up...oh well.

oh, and i wanted to give a shout-out, aka 'thanks', to adsv for your awesome reviews. you're a very in-depth reviewer, and i really enjoy that! since i'm unable to reply to you like i would my other reviewers, i just wanted to let you know that i totally appreciate you!

also, thank you ayesha for your awesome review, as well. i think we all have a few masochistic tendencies (by writing this fic, you know i do), but i'm glad you're indulging! thanks again.

okay, and that's it for now. thanks a ton for reading and thanks for stopping by!

- phoenix