A/N: So sorry for the delay! School's been kicking my butt. 20 points to whoever can pinpoint the orgin of the title and connect the story to it. In fact, if you do, I might do a little request for you. Anyway, enjoy all!

Disclaimer: Cowboy Bebop isn't mine.

Entry # Diabolical; Highest Order - Lotusland

"Morning, stranger." She mumbles into his shoulder, pressing herself closer to his body and the heat.

He groans incoherently as response, turning away from the brilliance of the early morning sun and playfully folding her under him. The bed sheets shift with him, and the two become entangled; so close that they couldn't tell whose arm, whose leg, whose nose was which.

"Spike," she cries, eyes shining as she giggles, "I can't breath!"

Spike chuckles, a warm laugh that tickles Julia's throat as he trails small kisses down her neck.

"Maybe," he counters playfully, "this'll finally teach you to cut that slobbering out!"

Julia growls indignantly, nipping at his ear in retaliation.

"I don't slobber," she counters, poking Spike's cheek with her nose, "but I guess with all that snoring you do, something was bound to be rattled in that brain of yours!"

Spike props himself up on an elbow, mismatched eyes grinning down at her bare face. She smiles back and the sun casts patterns on the bed sheets. He notices that her hair is gold and she notices that his is green: they recognize her arm, his leg. They separate to their respective sides of the bed. Spike begins to eye the pile of his clothes that he had so frantically torn off the night before.

"Aren't we a fine pair?" she trills sadly, eyelids fluttering closed. Spike's head turns slowly in her direction. He studies her face and then brushes away a stray flaxen hair.

"Gorgeous." He responds.

Her eyes remain closed, but she still smiles. His hand lingers, but then he is out of bed, reaching for his pants and searching for his coat. She feels the bed creak under the weight, feels lonely with all this extra space.

"Don't go."

Spike turns, his arm halfway into his jacket and suspended in the air. He blinks before his mouth sets into a thin line. He notices that her eyes are still closed.

"I can't stay, Jules." He replied softly, looking out the window.

Julia nods, swallowing thickly.

"Of course you can't."

Spike blinks. He looks out through the window again; out towards Vicious and the syndicate that holds them all so very close. He then looks back at Julia, her eyes closed and her breathing shallow. Spike sighs; she can't handle much more of this, this close-eyed, golden haired, low-voiced…woman of his.

He tosses his jacket onto the floor; sitting on the edge of the bed. He stares at the green shag carpet, resting his forehead in his hands. He heaves yet another sigh before lying down next to Julia, his arms encircling her lithe form. Her scent once again mingles with his own, her limbs pressing against his own.

"I though you couldn't stay…?"

Spike chuckles into her hair.

"A little self-indulgence never hurt anyone."

Julia smiles and shifts, her face nestled against his narrow chest.

"Although," Spike continues, as Julia's blue eyes flutter open, "someone one's little diabolical, guilt trip-"

Julia grins and silences him with a kiss.

"I swear, I don't see where you come up with these gross misrepresented stories Spike," she states happily, her arms finding his waist, "but then again, there is that rattled brain of yours."

- End -

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