Disclaimer: Don't own it. Nope.
Author's Note: Yes'sir I've been updating this thing like a muddafudder! Partly because of a bad break up, I've developed more time for work, school and my creative side to keep myself happy for the time being till some nice guy comes along. =) Preferably one that looks like Gene Starwind. Holy shit, I saw one at the mall the other way that looked JUST like him except with the hair and the outfit and let me tell you, if I wasn't a woman with morals……I'd throw him in my trunk and rape him! Then again I'd rape a lot of people—like The Rock. Or that one guy in that Prison Break….or Tyrese Gibson. Or..(continues this for about half an hour)
Oh, and credit to Gregory Isaac's 'Night Nurse', though the version being spoken about is by Simply Red (Jah Wobble 12'). Look it up, it's a good song. =)
Previously…
"Full Aces." He blurted out, laying his cards on the table for all to see. Alice smiled sweetly and presented him the Royal Flush. Spike chuckled underneath his breath and proceeded to stick a Marlboro cigarette in between his lips.
"Guess this isn't my lucky night after all." He mumbled, nudging the table twice with his left foot before he was about to turn around and head towards the door.
"Well now I wouldn't say that, Sinner..."
He stopped.
Everything around him seemed to skip a beat. Everything seemed to slow down for a good ten seconds.
What….
Did he just….
No.
No.
He refused to turn around. It couldn't be, no way in fucking Lucifer's HELL could it be. The cancer stick in between his lips began to shake, before finally falling to the ground at his feet. His perifial vision went straight to the floor first. Those legs..
That soft olive skin..
No..no it just couldn't be. That all too familiar outfit..
He turned around fully in the chair and froze as he took in the sight that was before his two toned eyes. It couldn't be..it just couldn't be.
It was her. His..his mind was thinking about her earlier for a brief moment but he never actually thought he'd see her again..especially..after…
No. She was dead, she HAD to be dead! It had to be some sort of sick fucking joke for her of ALL people to be standing before him, grinning as though she knew something he didn't know! No fucking way..! No……It can't….it can't be…
Oh but it was. His past had come back to haunt him indeed. A past he thought was long dead and buried, though he was looking for this very past at the same time. His two toned eyes met hers. His hands quivered. His body motionless.
It was his devil in paradise, the woman that was mysterious as the day he first met her, till that rainy afternoon when he held her in his arms and sworn to her it was just a dream..
It was…
"J-Ju--Julia…"
..She smiles.
He walked behind her in disbelief, like a prisoner walking to his execution table. Her golden locks seemed to sway from side to side in slow motion. Her long elegant legs seemed to glide gently across the waxed marble floor beneath her.
It seemed where they were going was an unspoken rule, but from what one could tell, they were heading to her hotel room. Maybe to catch up on old times? Maybe a yelling match for why she was all of a sudden MYSTERIOUSLY alive? Spike didn't know..and at the current moment he was too flabbergasted to even utter a word.
The florescent lights above him flashed momentarily, before make an odd buzzing sound. It reminded Spike of that day she 'died' in his arms..and it made him cringe inside. He wanted to grab her, shake her and ask who the hell she really is, cause this was just a dream..it had to be, it simply HAD to be.
Gotta wake up..
But did he really want to? There were a couple of logical explanation in his head.
He should've walked away and told this lady that looked like his devil in paradise to fuck off, for this was clearly a scam.
He had a good mind snatching that wig off this person's head and giving them the old one-two before shooting this motherfucking in the head for making such a sick joke.
He knew he was dead. Had to be dead. This was even heaven or hell as deemed by God Himself, and of the worst kind. Lupe must've been having a field day with his ass….literally.
Spike groaned..
Can't believe I'm really fucking dead…
"Something the matter, Spike?"
She spoke. She..spoke.
"Uh……look lady, I don't know who you are, or where am I, or if I'm dead..but you better damn well have some answers for me as to why you're h— "
"Shh.." Her index and middle fingers were placed on his lips, accompanied by a smirk on hers. Her other hand gently pushed the electronic key into the locked, prompting it open, leading inside her hotel room.
"All will be talked about soon."
Her touch alone was familiar, and so were her words. Any doubt that was in his mind was immediately erased, and all he saw in front of his was this golden haired beauty. It was eating him inside..and he was slowly beginning to not take it anymore.
Spike's eyebrow twitched…
….Then he pushed her inside up against the cherry wood red door, grabbing the back of her neck like an animal in heat, kissing her feverishly and hungrily as if he was a starving man. Indeed he was starving..and he was yearning for more. His hand reached up underneath her semi long black 'rock'n rolla' dress, not caring for the warmth of her skin, the softness of her lips against his neck—no fuck that. He wasn't about to make love to her like he did back in the days, no fuck that. Rather, he was about to fuck her.
Through the satin panties he pushed his middle finger into her sex, grinning with a "Huh" while she moaned loudly—the shock alone enough to send her whole body into a convulsive ecstasy state. Her right leg wrapped around his waist quickly, pulling his firm body closer to his while his hand grabbed the back of her hair, pulling on it harshly, tugging her neck to the side and sinking his teeth into the side of her neck, drawing blood. Julia winced but she knew better. She knew she knew this was coming and she had no excuse or right to say anything at all. Tonight she'd let him have his way..and give it to him straight in the morning.
Her right hand searched for the door to be closed, but Spike roughly pulled her body back to him and in a low growl..
"The fuck do you think you're doing.."
In between pants, the winces, the tugging of her hair as Spike continued to ravish her neck side, the moans as a second finger was pushed inside her already dripping pussy, she managed to utter out..
"I..ah…ah..! I d—don't want..anyone—to.."
"Let them see" He replied..no he demanded.
Let them see what the fuck you've done to me..and what the fuck you're about to do to me.
Her fingers clawed at the wallpaper, her moans were beginning to intensify and before she knew it, her brassiere fell to the floor in one swoop. She wasn't surprised at how skilled he was at taking those off..but couldn't help but grin widely when a lone finger was fully inserted inside her sex—minus the panty covering. Her digits eventually scraped off pieces of the black and blue wall paper, her eyes kept darting from his agape lips to the propped up collar around his neck, desperately wanting to take everything off as soon as possible. She heard a faint whistling from down the hall, followed by the loud clop clop of high heel shoes. Julia bit her bottom lip in agony and ecstasy, wondering in the back of her mind if Spike cared at all that they might be caught in the act.
But he didn't care.
He hoisted her against the wall—a right hand on her thigh supporting her weight, and his left hand on her right breast, massaging her erect nipples whilst pinching the delicate bud with his thumb and index finger. Her slender fingers were dug into his hair, grabbing a tuft of it before releasing shortly after she felt his hardness against her skin. Oh, how she missed this…
Her eyes ventured down momentarily to catch a glimpse of what was to be her guilty pleasure for tonight, but Spike stopped her..how?
With a hand against her neck, holding her head in placing as he bit her chin sharply before staring into her eyes with an "Ah ah ah.." and a tsk tsk afterwards.
"You're going to look at me, Julia." He commanded in a low monotone, his breath hot and sweet on her skin. He raised her leg higher than high before a sly grin crossed her lips, like that of a mad man with a drive that only a bullet could stop. "You're going to look at me while I get my way. It's my turn"
And with a grunt, sounds of her wetness against his body and her left leg accidentally kicking off a beige and red porcelain vase on a table across from them, it was on.
Author's point of view. Cameo.
And there I was, walking towards the supposed 'rest room' that the bald headed rapist looking guard had directed me to. Sure I wanted to pee, I wanted to pee real bad, but something else caught my attention instead—the soft moans and whimper that came from just down the hall.
I was a curious person, and didn't care much for getting in trouble for something that I was bearing witness to in the first place, so I took my time and walked down the hallway, following the ever growing loud ecstasy sounds that lay ahead. It seemed as though each time I walked, the lights above me would flash momentarily, also on cue with my high heels.
Someone should fix that..kinda eerie.
"I..ah…ah..! I d—don't want..anyone—to.."
"Let them see."
Craa—ack!
My my! So it seemed as though a couple was having fun and breaking stuff as well..but wait, the voice sounded familiar. That low sultry tone—it sounded like the male that sat beside me at the poker table a few minutes before. He did seem like the type to get into a woman's panties like that, but damn so quickly? I had to give him credit, for I doubt even Casanova was that good. I tried my best to keep the clop clop of my shoes down, but couldn't so instead I pretended to go about my business. I stopped short of the door, then gently tip toed ACROSS the open hotel door, hiding behind a rather large convenient flower pot.
Her red toe nail polish on white walls, along with his yellow shirt complimenting the rather dark, sensual mood of the room inside. His massive green hair moving in tune with his lady's gyration—her golden locks violently flaying about, as he pumped in and out of her.
"S-Spike! Oh GOD!" This woman was calling all sorts of mercies down on her, but any fool could see that she didn't want to be saved. It didn't even look like they were making love—rather it seemed as though they were making up for lost times. …Not a bad view though…
..guy had a nice ass indeed.
Throughout the time that they fucked, they never noticed me, and in that moment I hoped to God my companion didn't catch me spying, or I wouldn't hear the end of it. I watched closely as he adjusted her body against the wallpaper scarred wall, grabbing her hair harshly and turning her neck to the side so he could ravish her seemingly smooth tone.
He fucked her as though he hated her, that's what it seemed like to me. Was he deceiving her? Did he want her to believe that in that brief moment he loved her? The way how he was carrying on and grabbing her hips, pausing once in a while to dip his head low and taste the essence of her sex, grinning as he gently nipped at her clitoris before lapping at it with the tip of his tongue certainly didn't seem as though he gave two shits about love..
But what did I know? I was just the perverted spectator watching while this blonde haired, blue eyed woman's body was pleasured painfully, with her lover being the dominant factor in that moment. Admittedly though in that moment, I wished I was her..and soon found my thoughts drifting to what I wished was myself.
"Spi--! AH! FUCK! YES! YES! YES! AI! OOOH..!" I thought she would've started screaming in tongues—I don't blame her though, nor would I judge, for the way he handled her so roughly, grabbing the back of her neck, keeping her in place while he fucked the living daylights out of her would make even a satanist want to get into the spirit.
His head momentarily rested on her shoulder as his body convulsed and shook while he was still inside of her. Sightings of their aftermath dripped down her legs, and slowly the woman slide down to the floor, resting her weary head against his long muscular leg before wrapping her rosy red lips around his stiff cock, taking him all and clearly enjoying the way it felt inside her mouth. The way her eyes rolled back, the way she grunted every time his hit the back of her throat, one would think she was possessed by this sex craved mysterious man that, to me, was probably the life of everything that has even happened in that particular hotel room.
A long hand was placed on the back of her head, encouraging her to suck harder, deeper, faster..longer. This woman was a pro it seemed, taking the time out to flick her tongue along the tip, watching as the man groaned in ecstasy before he shoved her head back onto his cock.
She raised her head up with a smile full of satisfaction—and more, before she tipped her head back in exhaustion, gently mumbling her name while trying to catch her breath. The man named Spike grinned….then turned his attention to me.
Fuck..oh shit..!
In his nakedness he walked over his lady and walked towards me, gently raising up his lower garments before staring at me behind the flower pot. His eyes were two toned, and for a moment I couldn't move..
What was he about to do..?
What was he about to say?
Hell, am I going to be shot now?!!
"Did you enjoy the show, pretty girl..?"
Eyes widened.
He chuckles, knowing that behind him his woman was feeling the after pleasure sensations to do anything about it. He leaned in towards me, his breath caressing my features. His mysterious eyes seemed as though he wanted more, and my legs felt as though they were about to give out from sheer panic.
"…Get outta here."
I broke out to a mad dash towards the main room, but not before apologizing to him frantically. I heard him chuckle…then I heard the door slam.
Holy shit..!.. I thought to myself as I ran towards my awaiting companion, who at this point had a rather confused look on his face. He took me by the hand and proceeded to walk with me towards the exit, all the while being concerned for my well being.
"You ready? What's the matter with you? Your heart again?"
Pant..pant..pant..pant..
"Couldn't….find….the bathroom…"
Julian chuckled, exhaling the light wispy marijuana smoke from between his lips.
"..Seems like you didn't want to."
I blinked moronically.
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Few moments later…
He stared at the ceiling fan blankly, seemingly deep in thought. His hands ran through Julia's long blonde locks, much like they did when they first met at the bar and started their illicit affair. He had a thousand questions for her..
The number one being 'how was she alive'?
Why was she still alive?
And what did she want?
"….You awake..?"
The question came suddenly out of the blue, and though it was a rather ridiculous one considering he couldn't stroke her hair and be in a dead sleep at the same time, he answered anyway.
"Yeah.."
"…Mmm.." She adjusted herself on his chest, her fingertips sending shivers up his spine. Throughout their fuck session, he kept on thinking that this was all a dream—even down to the last detail where he caught that beautiful young woman watching them from a distance.
Julia smelled of rose petals..from her hair down to the very part of her that he was sure he wore out, she reeked of it—but in a good way. It smelled familiar to him, and it triggered a few memories—though none good. He shook his head lightly and continued to focus his eyes on the ceiling above, hoping to find a way to present the questions to her delicately.
"Why're you back..?" Okay well..not so delicately.
"Spike.."
"You don't want to tell me?"
"….."
"We're together now, it shouldn't matter. I'll tell you all you need to know, but right now I just want to lay here..in your arms.."
After what he just put her through (not that she was objecting), he most likely figured that that'll be her reply. He adjusted himself on the large chocolate brown Egyptian cotton sheet bed, gently clutching the sheet in minimal arousal as his member brushed against her skin. Unfortunately he was still hard..and there was something that still needed to be done about that. Under normal circumstances Faye would've..
………………………………………………………………….fuck.
Spike was now officially the world's biggest asshole.
"Julia…there's something I have to--.."
She shushed him with her fingertips, much like she did previously in the hallway.
"Whatever it is, I don't care, it's forgiven. Just promise me you forgive me for all of my sins."
"…..I promise." He didn't know what sort of sins she was referring to..but he forgave them. He forgave them because they once a fling. He forgave them because she once had his back. But most importantly, and this might be the biggest one of them all, he forgave them because he loved--
"You sure this isn't not a dream..?" He asked, his own thoughts interrupted.
A chuckle was heard, followed by her head being raised to meet his two toned eyes, his chiseled features, his relaxed state of mind.
"I'm here, aren't I..?"
That was enough for him.
Nexxus City, Saturn. Signature Luxe Hotel, 2:45 AM.
"Two….Eight…Twenty…Okay! Before I proceed, may I have your names please?"
"Catalina Tivirusky."
"Joe Tivirusky"
"Is that with a 'C' or a 'K'?"
Faye frowned.
"'C'"
"Thank you. Ah! I see you two already registered for our popular Honeymoon suite! Congratulations you two!"
"………Say the fuck wha—"
"Erhm! Thank you, ma'am. We decided to get married this afternoon after we had a wild and crazy night, didn't we honey?"
"…."
"Heh heh, she's speechless."
"Ah, I remember those days. Welp! Here you are! I gave you an extra key just incase you needed it. Your hotel room's on the fifth floor, room two twenty eight. Room service is provided twenty eight hours a day, maintenance is optional and breakfast is served every morning at starting seven AM and ending at ten AM. Questions?"
"Nope, not a one."
"Enjoy your stay!"
The attendant behind the hotel counter was a bit too happy, like she was on some sort of drug. Faye couldn't wait to reach the room and ask Ed just how the hell she came up with such a ridiculous fucking last name—ANYTHING but Tivirusky! The two approached the elevator, and proceeded to ride it up to the fifth floor. The elevator music was just as bad (in Jet's head) as the creaky elevator itself.
"Oooh I..I cannot wait..to see you agaaaaaaaain!!"
It sounded like some old teen pop star, probably from Faye's past or a few years after years. Jet shrugged.
"So, wife, you cookin' tonight?" He asked—a rather poor attempt to shift the mood to something humorous.
"Very funny." Faye replied while searching in her red jacket pockets for a cigarette. None.
"Hey, lemme bum one off you."
"Hell no, you're forgetting the last time you bummed a cigarette off me—you also failed to tell me that you bummed more of that, my Hypnotic, my cheetos, my Doritos, my oreos, my—"
"Okay okay! I get the point! Keep your damn cigs.."
"Thank you."
"And I hope you choke on the smoke"
"Love you too, shrew. Now be quiet, I'm trying to get in contact with Ed"
"PAPA!!" The child's large animated smile popped up on Jet's Sidekick L5 phone (promotion!), her face pressed up against the skin like an animal in a zoo. Jet and Faye blinked. They hadn't even dialed the number as of yet, and already Ed was popped up on the phone. Jet shrugged his shoulders in exhaustion and rubbed his bald, shiny head.
"Ed, what's the status on our stay here?"
The genius hacker typed away on her 'Tomato' as quickly as possible, making helicopter sounds for a few seconds before she finally had his answer. Faye placed a sorry looking cigar that she found in her jacket in between her pink lips and lit it up with the hotel's matches.
"Papa and Faye-Faye have twooo days till the hotel suspects you didn't paaaay! Naughty naughty!"
"Two days huh?"
The elevator doors opened and quickly they walked towards their room. Swipe of a key, turn of the lock and the two found them in a very magnificent Deluxe honeymoon suite, decorated with rose petals on the floor and a cold bottle of champagne just begging to be open. Of course the first place Faye headed for..was to the bathroom. Jet's eyebrow rose quizzically at the fact she walked right past alcohol, then shrugged his shoulders as he turned his attention back to Ed.
"I'll contact you tomorrow to see what's up on the agenda. Keep me inform, and look after the Bebop. Don't go ANYWHERE."
"Okie Dokie Artichokey!"
Beep.
" 'ey FAYE!"
"WHAT?!"
"Got the runs?!"
"Shut up, Jet!"
He chuckled, grabbing a hold of his cigarette box and placing one between his lips. He heard the shower being turned on, follow by the lazy humming of that woman, that shrew. Despite the odds that were against her, she was relatively a level headed person nowadays—well she had to be in order not to go off the deep end. Her shower session continue for a few minutes before finally turning the faucet off.
"Pass me my black pajama bottoms will ya?!"
Get it yourself, what you think this is, Roots?!"
"Come on Jet, I'm freezing!"
"Ugh..fine fine.." He glanced over to his left, then his right and realized that her shorts were resting comfortably on top of her make shift emergency suitcase. She normally carried it around in her ship just in case she needed to make a quick get away, or wanted to be by herself for a while. Turned out to be pretty handy after all.
"These?!" He held them up high enough for her to see. She poked her head out the door and nodded in response. Jet tossed the material to her before relaxing back on the bed.
Few minutes later, Faye merges form the bathroom in a white tank top that seemed to hug her breasts, which looked significant fully and the shorts that clutched that area of her body. Jet sat up, along with his entire body, the cigarette almost falling out of his mouth.
"S'matter, you never seen a woman before, old man?"
"Don't kid yourself." He regained his composure and laid back down on the bed. She damn sure didn't want to sleep on the couch, and knowing Jet, he won't opt to sleep on it either so they both had to suck it up and sleep on the same bed. She crawls up underneath the sheets and sighed deeply, staring out the windows that gave a view of the beautiful Nexxus City.
"Think we'll find him..?" She asked out the blue. Jet shrugged his shoulders slightly before letting out the carbon monoxide from between his lips and nostrils.
"We'll get 'im. I won't rest till we find him, I promise. Now go get some sleep—it's been a long day."
Jet sighed deeply and outed the cigarette in a round glass ashtray beside him on his left. He closed his eyes momentarily for a period of two minutes before he heard her say..
"'ey Jet..?"
He opened his eyes and sat up again, rubbing his bald head lightly with his mechanical arm.
"Hm? What?"
"..Thank you."
She was thanking him, nothing more. Not that that in itself wasn't usual, but she was probably just on her period, emotional and crap. Jet chuckled underneath his breath and reached for yet another Marlboro.
"Anytime."
"Yeah…….Night."
"Night, Faye."
They both turn off the lights beside them. Faye closes her eyes and begins the process of sleep, while Jet sits upright on the bed, smoking his cigarette in the dark. The faint shouts and cheers below were a bit much for him, pending he was hearing sensitive, so decided to just wait it out till it eventually dies down.
Faye sighed heavily as her eyes opened, staring out at the thousands of street lights and vehicle activity of the city. She too was hearing the faint shouts and music of down below, but it didn't seem to bother her in the least. All she was concerned about was getting her beauty sleep.
About five minutes into the silence, a slow, rock steady beat was heard, similar to that of Reggae. It wasn't recognizable at first, and Faye even wondered herself why that genre of music was being played on Saturn, especially since it was mostly a conservative planet. As the beat continued to play and the tempo upped, Faye popped opened her eyes fully. She knew this song…from somewhere. She didn't know where..she figured it must be something she heard in her past, but couldn't quite put her finger on it. Her head raised, prompting a "Hm?" from Jet.
"Ahhh…"
Like a haunting melody the intro continued to play, till the lyrics were finally heard..
"Tell her try her best just to make it quick. Woman, tend to the sick.."
"Uhm..Faye..?"
"Hush."
"Cause there must be something she can do.. This heart is broken in two"
She arose out of bed and approached the window, like a moth to the flame.
"Tell her it's a case of emergency. There's a patient by the name of Lukie.."
"Night nurse…"
As soon as the bass started, she felt her heart skip a beat.
"Only you alone can quench dis ya thrist."
This song..this familiar song was hypnotizing her, a rush of memories of her and Spike making love on the dock of the love in the pale moonlight.
"My night nurse.."
Her back was arched, her fingernails scratched his skin mercilessly. Near the edge of the Bebop on the take off port they made love, underneath a pale moonlight overlooking the sea.
The waves splashed against the rough worn sides of that old fishing ship—its salty contents washing over the uncaring couple's naked bodies.
"Y..yes.." She cried out, being on the verge on an orgasm. Spike flicked the tip of her ear with his tongue, before diving deeper into her paradise.
"Yeess…"
"Oh the pain is getting worse.."
"Faye, what's wrong?"
"Listen.."
"I don't wanna see no doc."
"I hear it..what song is that?"
"I..I don't know..I just know I've heard it somewhere before..Jet..I..my memory.."
"I need attendance from my nurse around the clock"
"Come..sit by me. Come here.."
"Cause there's no prescription for me"
She slowly walked towards him, like a panther would towards her prey. Her figure was silhouetted, and seemed to flow perfectly along with the beat of the rhythm. Heavily she sat upon the bed, her facial features now outlined by pale orange and red street lights outside their window.
"She's the one the only remedy."
"Faye.."
"Make it go away.." She seem to plead, her head hung down low. He placed a metal finger underneath her chin to raise her head up to him, and within those emerald eyes he thought were so cold, now welling with tears that she was trying her best to fight back.
"Please.."
"My night nurse.."
"What..what are you saying?"
"Only you alone quench dis ya thrist"
"..Fuck me, Jet."
"..My night nurse"
"You must be out of your goddamn mind.."
"Oh the pain is getting worse"
She placed her hand on his right thigh, and slightly he shivered. He's never felt her touch like this before—sure the occasional slap in the face the rare times he was out of line, but certainly never like this. He found himself sinking though..
Deeper and deeper into the dark abyss that was lust..pride..greed..the seven sins all in one he was feeling, both of the woman before him, and his comrade that they were after.
"I'm hurt, my love.."
She lay back on the bed, gently grabbing his wrinkled white shirt down along with her. The cigarette that was between his fingers dropped on her thigh, but it seemed as though the pain didn't faze her a bit. She kissed him warmly, hungrily, feverishly like a woman who'd be hurt and casted away so many times, with no one else to run to. Her mind raced with thoughts of Spike but her body yearned for something in that moment. Maybe not what she was ultimately hoping for in the end but a mere, temporary release. She needed a companion, she needed a friend and despite the hardships that were against her, despite the amount of times that she had shown that ugly side of her, he had always been there.
His cold, mechanical arm on the small of her back supported her as they both gave each other what they wanted—though they knew it would be forgotten about in the morning. Mentally Faye didn't feel relieved. Her thoughts ran back to Spike..wondering all the time if she was betraying him. Betrayed? He had betrayed her at first, and though two wrongs didn't make a right, this certainly felt too good to pass up.
Jet on the other hand gave her what she wanted…and gained what he had secretly desired for all those times he knew her most. He took her to heights and back, hit sweet nirvana with her and clenched the brown cotton ecstasy soaked sheets each time she bit down on his shoulder—her way of trying to mask her pain and her sorrows. The melody below continued to play throughout the night, with their hips in tune. The shadows of the light rain dripping down the window pane, reflecting off their bodies much like it did when Faye and Spike made love for the last time. Soon, very soon, they'd all have their conscience to wrangle with. But for now..
"My night nurse.."
Emotions were being fucked with- in more ways than one.
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Next Morning, 8:35 AM
Beeezt. Beezt. Beeeeeeeeezt.
Beeezt. Beezt. Beeeeeeeeezt.
Beeezt. Beezt. Beeeeeeeeezt.
Beeezt. Beezt. Beeeeeeeeezt.
"…Ugh..seriously..?"
Beeezt. Beezt. Beeeeeeeeezt.
Beeezt. Beez—click!
"PAPA!"
"….Ed."
" Mornin' Papa! Did you dream good last night?!"
…Thanks Ed. Really.
"Erhm..yeah, sort of. What's up?"
"Just letting you know ya gotta find info on Spike person! Ed hasn't found anything yet but when Ed does Ed will let Jet know!"
"Keep me posted. I don't want to miss a single piece of info. If we can get him back early, all the better."
"Okie dokie! Over 'n out, hee hee!"
Jet groaned lowly before rubbing his bald head. His eyes drifted in and out of focus as he struggled to recapture the events of the night before.
Flashback
"Jet..Jet..aah.."
He felt guilty, but it was a guilty pleasure. He didn't feel like the man he so called himself to be, but certainly felt some tension released from his body, his mind and heart. He knew she wasn't imagining him on a whole fucking her, giving her the comfort she so desperately pleaded—no. Rather, she was thinking of his comrade, his partner and in some aspects, his best friend. Didn't matter anyhow…she wasn't on his mind either.
"A…Alisa.."
Faye's eyes grew wide. He called another woman's name—but could she blame him? They were both using each other for physical comfort, so she couldn't possibly expect emotions to be mixed in as well. The more he called her name, the more she backed her round buttocks more on his throbbing member. His hands gripped her waist like there was nothing else to hold on to. His teeth clenched each time he bucked himself inside of her sex and his moans were ragged…paced….heavy…
Her hair moved in conjunction with their movements, and eventually the yellow bandeau that was resting comfortably on her head was now somehow on the small of her back. The Black Dog was black indeed—almost twice the size of Spikes' and fuck-me-in-my-face if she didn't admit that it felt as though a torpedo was being launched repeatedly within the confounds of her walls.
"Make me feel good, Jet.." She cried out, feeling herself on the verge of a final release. Her legs began to shake, her back began to ache but she wanted more. She wanted him to pound harder, faster..
"Make me feel so fucking great…"
Currently
He knew she wasn't on the bed beside him. In the wee early morning he felt her get up, he watched as she showered (for the bathroom door was wide open and visible from the bed), frowned as she primped in front of the mirror and sighed as she walked out the door to God knows where. He couldn't question her—she was a grown woman but he couldn't deny the fact that he didn't want to say anything to her either. It was going to be awkward, most certainly.
Sitting up on the bed, he watched as the streets below hustled and bustled with daily activity from the city. The sunlight streamed in beautifully from the windows, highlighting each and every feature on his face. Gently he rubbed his eyes and turned his attention to the door, knowing that sooner or later, the room keep would knock for breakfast.
Knock Knock Knock Knock Knock.
Right on cue.
" Good Morning, Mr. Tivirusky! Room service! Complimentary breakfast in the dining area!"
"Alright, thank you!!" He bellowed, groaning as his own voice seemed to hurt his ears.
Inhaling sharply, he got up from off the bed and shrugged his shoulders, suddenly remembering that he was fully naked through and through. From one's point of view Jet actually was not a bad looking person when nude. The sunlight highlighted his stomach which seemed more darker than usual and his firm legs looked strong enough to break baseball bats. Though in his mid forties, he kept himself in good shape—and Faye evidently was witness to that. Grabbing his clothes from off a nearby chair and changing into the bathroom, he soon emerged with a heavy heart---and a growling stomach. He had a lot going on in his mind but right now he needed some food. The rest, whatever it was for that day, can come later on.
Forty Five Minutes Later
"Goddamn animals.."
He almost beat the shit out of some fat Hispanic lady that was practically fighting him for the last blueberry muffin. Were people on here really savages as they said? It would appear so—for Jet never wanted to hit a woman more than how he wanted to that morning. Never the less so far he was having a good day. Besides the fact that he got screwed (Man's a man after all) and food in his belly, he knew that sooner or later this whole ugly mess will be forgotten about and never be brought up again. He'd go take a shower when he arrives back in his room, read a good book and head out on the street to find any info on his comrade. All was well.
Approaching the door, he was surprised to find it half opened. Funny….he thought he locked the damn thing. His senses kicked in and he soon realized that the air inside had changed. Someone was inside, most likely waiting for him. Faye? No..she wouldn't be back so soon. Knowing her, she'd take forever to come back before finally facing him. He looked both ways down the hall way and say no one but his own reflection in a neat by mirror. Grabbing his gun from its holster, he slowly braced himself against the door and snuck in, being careful to observe his surroundings, noting anything out of place. The bed was made neatly—most likely room service but what was that white plastic bag doing on the bed? Maybe Faye was indeed back after all?
His suspicions were confirmed—he heard wrenching sounds coming from the bathroom, and the familiar purple hair swaying about as she started coughing. Then a sudden collapse. …Wait collapse?!
"FAYE!"
He rushed quickly by her side and watched in disbelief as the shrew he had grown to care for started weeping, her long manicured fingernails clutching what seemed to be a little blue soap box. The vomit in the toilet was clearly evident, and the tears on her face told no lie—she was utterly sick of him.
Jet knew, he KNEW it was a bad idea to give her what she wanted last night..no she couldn't even stand to look at him! He didn't know what to do—he was never good with woman and their emotions but never the less he tried to console her. His arms wrapped around her body slowly, his head brought closer to hers. Her face indeed was soaked with tears and her eyes were blood shot red. Something in them told one story, but then again..something else seemed out of place.
"Faye…Faye calm down..what's wrong..?"
Momentarily she gazed into his eyes. Her expression was a sorrowful one indeed, and it seemed as though she had been crying a lot longer than he thought. She appeared tired, haggard and dirty. Jet couldn't resist…
He placed his right hand upon her tear stained cheek, bringing his head closer to hers, his lips almost touching the sweet red ruby lipstick she was wearing. Her eyes opened in dismay..
..And with that she released herself from his strong hold and bolted through the door, her hand slamming on the bathroom door whilst her salty tears splashing lightly on the vanity mirror. Jet sighed deeply.
"Jet..you goddamn dog.." He closed the toilet seat and sat down upon it, his head buried in his hands. Thoughts rushed back into his mind, feeling guilty as hell as to what happened the night before. Was she really sick of him..? She must've been anticipating asking him about doing her before they even arrived at the hotel. That would explain her recent sickness--..she was depressed! Made it worse, he felt as though he had taken advantage of that and turned it into a whole 'nother ball field.
Fucking great…………………….eh?
From the corner of his eye, he noticed an object he'd never seen before since they arrived last night. Maybe someone room service forgot? Whatever it was, it was shaped like a toothbrush—'cept it wasn't a tooth brush he knew that much. He rose up from off the seat and grabbed hold of the object, studying the contents and trying to figure out what it could be.
Ed might know…
Grabbed his sidekick from his pocket, he dialed Ed. The androgynous little girl popped up on the screen with her usual smiling attitude, and appeared to also have a piyoko stuffed in her mouth.
"Hif hif mornin' mornin' whu cun Ed dooo fuh yoooooooooooooooooouf?!"
"I want you to tell me what this is." He held it up gingerly in front of the screen. Ed swallowed the Piyoko quickly before raising a curious eyebrow at the strange slim object. It was white in color, with a little screen that indicated something. In the mornings Jet's eyes were as foggy as ever. He knew he needed to go get them checked out but right now he couldn't worry about that.
"Hmmm…..Ed doesn't know….wanna google it?!"
"Eh..nah. I'll find out some other way. Hopefully one of the staff can tell me what this is. It was just laying he—"
"MORNIN' SIR."
A buxom black woman seemingly in her mid fifties and a heavy American accent stood by the doorway of the bathroom with a large smile on her face. Her service cart was positioned behind her, stacked with mounds of paper towels, white and pink towels and various bathroom products, but none seemed to match the object in Jet's hand.
"Eh..mornin'. Sorry, didn't hear you come in."
"Yeah, the doh' was wide open. You need anything in here, or you all good suga?"
"I think we're good in here, thanks."
With a slight "Hn", she turned her back and got ready to walk away. She seemed as though she didn't want to deal with the honeymoon room anyway—too much to vacuum and clean up and God-knows-what.
"Jet, maybe you could ask her what that thing is." Ed whispered. Jet agreed.
"Excuse me, ma'am?"
The woman stopped and turned around on her white heels to look at him.
"Mhmm, suga?"
"I found this.." He held it up in the same manner he did before. "..On top of our sink, and I noticed you didn't have anymore of this. Mind telling me what this is and what it's doing in the bathroom?"
The object was handed over to him, and no sooner than it was placed in her hands, did a big grin occur on her face. She turned the stick around and let out a hearty laugh, holding her round stomach as she tossed the stick casually in the garbage.
"There's a positive sign on it." She managed to choke out in between her soft giggles. Jet's eyebrow raised up, still not understanding what she was trying to say. The lady groaned.
"Man, you ain't real quick on the ball ain't you? I'm sayin though, congrats."
"Wait..congratulations? For what?"
"Jet, what's she saying?"
"Youse gonna bes a.."
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Somewhere, in another scene, birds flew over a woman doing laundry, hanging her children's clothes on a line. She froze upon hearing the loud bellow on a man from the nearby hotel. Her little girl rushed out from the house and stood by her mom's side, tugging on her sun floral dress.
"Mommy what's that noise?"
The woman smile, rubbing the top of her child's head.
"Your dad's reaction years ago."