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Author's Note: This is a hentai fic. Plain and simple. If you are offended, please don't read it, then tell me AFTERWARDS that you are offended. I have a vivid imagination, and it tends to get the best of me, so some portions of the fic in the sexual area will be heavily descriptive. I want to give the readers of what I see when I typed this, not just read the words from left to right. Enjoy and please, REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!! I want to know if it was great to what area need to be improved to what sucks. Flames welcomed. Do not try and bother explaining space theories to me and 'how it would've been impossible to do this, that yadda ya..' Music was DEFINITELY an inspiration to what to type, and how to type. Depending on the amount of good reviews, I might continue this. It will be a transition from hentai to drama, but only if you think so!

Contents of this do not reflect personal actions, as I am as innocent as a lamb. ) Credit for how 'certain things' felt, taste, yadda ya goes to the people who apparently had NO problem in blatantly telling me. Freaks, eh? p

At a certain part of the fic there will be a section in BOLD ITALIC with represents a transition. You'll know what I mean when you read.

Once in a Blue Moon.

"Huh?"

'Faye

Went with Ed to go get some groceries and to look for some auto parts. Spike's been gone all day. Expect him to be back two days from now. Can of dog food in the fridge. Be sure to share.

Jet'

Faye groaned miserably. It's been two days in a row since the pair has gone out to go get [quote on quote "auto parts", and now she was beginning to wonder if Jet had other plans as well, and was just using this sorry ass excuse to leave the ship.

The small white refrigerator door opened and in popped Lady Luck's face for the god-knows-how-long-it's-been there dog food reserved for her or for Ein—and by the looks of it, Ein was busy pissing in a corner. Mumbling incoherently, she grabbed the rusty yellow tin can-only to discover that it was half opened, probably by Ed. She walked down the hallway of the Bebop with a smug look on her face, seemingly heading towards Jet's quarters. Humming an unfamiliar tune and with her head held up high, she opened the door leading inside to a bunch of neatly trimmed bonsai plants underneath some heating lamps. Not a leaf was out of place. Nicely trimmed plat with red bowties on the pots they occupied themselves in.

Weirdo..

Immediately she rummaged through Jet's big brown suitcase on the left hand side of the room, then relocated her self to underneath his bed. Faye knew exactly what she was looking for—there was no question to that. See, though she already received her fair share of woolongs for the last bounty caught, she didn't think to get herself something to eat instead of casually blowing it all at a casino somewhere on Ganymede. She figured Jet would eventually put food back on the ship, and some alcohol for fuck's sake, but for the meantime neither one was present. ..Well..at least to Spike's knowledge.

For the past three weeks when the opportunity arose, Faye would sneak in Jet's room, rummage underneath some old uniforms and boots until she'd eventually find Doritos, Oreos and that sweet sin that was affectionately called 'Hypnotic'[ for copyright purposes. . A couple swings of it here or there plus some chips in her belly and she'd be set and relaxed for the rest of night. Tonight would certainly be no different.

The violet haired shrew eventually made her way towards the large Mahogany closet with a grin on her ruby red lips, tossing and flinging shirts, pants and shoes all over the place until FINALLY she came across that sweet sin she'd been after for the past ten minutes.

"Hehe..paaartay.."

Walking back from the now fully rampaged room, Faye picked up the remote from off the table in the main room and began flipping through the local channels, with only the bottle of alcohol as her company. So far, she was getting used to the idea that Jet, Ed and that 'bastard of man' wasn't around as much—and that's the way she liked it.

To her, it was the typical Friday night, like the past three Fridays before. Come in, rummage for food, snoop around in Jet's alcohol stash, plop in front of the T.V and eventually pass out on the couch until further notice. Tonight, like those past nights would be no different. Tonight she'd relax and unwind, not having to worry about anyone complaining and arguing about how hungry they were, etc. Tonight would be just about her..

Or so it started out.

She struggled to reach over to her right hand side to turn off the lights in the main area, and with a bit of effort, she succeeded in doing so. Pointing the remote to the screen, accompanied by a un-lady like yawn, she turn on the 'laptop' per say and adjusted her white tank marina top in the process.

"Lesseehurnow.."

CHIIICH!

"..Lohan was pronounced dead on arrival."

CHIIICH

"Hey there kids it's Happy Fun time bear, so you know what that means?! It's time to play with me!! Make sure mommy and daddy aren't in the room, because tonight we're going to play with my---"

CHIIICH!

"Whitney! Where are you woman?! You get your fat ass in here right now!

"Why you gotta do me like dat Bobby?! Why you can't be romantic?!

"You want romantic?!"

"Yeah!"

"BITCH! I love you.."

"You..really mean that?"

"Yeah. Could be that or the crack talkin'. Now co'mere bitch and suck MY-"

CHIIICH!!

"AND JESUS SAIDAH UPON THAT HILL!"

"HALLELUJAH!"

"HE SAIDAH! I SAID HE SAIDAH!!"

"SAY IT PASTOR JONES!"

"HE SAIDAH! HE SAIDAH!!...fuck I forgot."

CHIIICH!

"Yippi Kiyay mother—"

CHIIICH!

"Holy shit Batman! Was she good or WHAT!?"

CHIIICH!

"Welcome back to Laury everyone!Today's episode features 'shocking confessions'. So as we mentioned Sarah, Jason has a confession to make to you. Jason?"

"Yeah uhm..Sarah..you know I love you right?"

"Yeah..? Omg omg..you're gonna propose..omg..omg..I love this man! I LOVE THIS MAN!!"

"Calm down that—that's no— "

"I love this man!! What baby what what what?? Oh my..oh my god.."

"Well..there's something I've been meaning to get off my chest for a while."

"Whatever it is love, I'll always love you Jason! You mean the world to me! Yes baby yes!"

"Sarah you mean the world to me, my everything but..there's something I have to let you know."

"Yeah?? Jason baby?? What's going on?"

" …I'm pregnant."

"………………….."

Audience: ……………………………..

"Say what?"

"Yeah, and the baby might not be yours."

"………………."

"…yeeeeeeeah…..didn't know I could do that either."

CHIIICH!

"Ugh..UGH..yes..! Mmmm..Jason!"

Faye's index finger froze on contact. On the screen laid a woman, naked as the day she was born. There she lay back on silk white sheets with her head tipped back against the wooden head board. Her partner's digits ran along her side, clutching at her breasts whenever he could, though the action he was performing on her was not on screen until a few seconds later. Faye shifted her legs and cleared her throat. She'd never really been one to watch a 'blue movie' but soon figured that with the others gone for the night, she could at least enjoy herself.

There was hardly any privacy on the Bebop, with Ed running around with Ein, Jet's constant room check to make absolutely SURE he wasn't losing his mind about his liquor being half gone, and Spike..well..being Spike.

Lunkhead.

Though...

She couldn't help herself but giggle while recalling just two and a half weeks ago where she caught him midway out of his shower. Ah.. Faye thought to herself. What a sight that was.

The water seemed to slowly cascade down his smooth back, highlighting each of the lean muscles he possessed. The way how those two toned mysterious eyes of his glanced up at her with a sight grin, before promptly telling her to get out if she didn't want the 'favor' returned. The way he smelled distinctly of lavender and vanilla. And the way..oh God the way how he chuckled underneath his breath when he realized she shifted her legs slightly at the brief site of his member. Spike indeed knew he oozed sexuality out of this world—but then again, so did Faye.

He had brushed past her while reaching for his blue towel; all the while Faye's eyes were completely fixated on that particular spot on his body. She'd licked her lips lightly, but quickly contained herself and snapped at the green haired oddity, making the excuse that he was taking way too fucking long in the bathroom. He walked right past her and flashed his infamous grin, before gently closing the door behind him, leaving Faye in utter disbelief.

The violet haired woman breathed in deep and sat back on the yellow couch, resting the remote on her chest while she continued to watch the lovemaking—or sheer raw fucking of the couple on the channel. She watched as the woman bucked her hips gently, her arms wrapped her lovers neck as her moaning only continued to get louder. Jason, as he was called had the typical smirk placed on his lips, and groaned lowly as he promptly flipped her on her stomach and ran his fingers through her hair.

The woman in turn moaned in satisfaction, her back arched, her rear end in the air as though she were pleading for him to give her more—and give her more he did.

He touched her once, twice, three times, all the time making his partner anticipate the motion that soon followed afterwards.

"Ahhh!! FUCK!"

Faye laughed.

"Ooh you liar. That itsy teeny thing you're going crazy over?! Please."

She took a swing of the bottle and placed it back down on the wooden counter. She imagined Jet and Spike would nit pick at her watching a porn flick, but for now she decided she didn't give a damn. Tonight she was going to enjoy herself without any bitching from either two. For the next twenty five minutes, Faye continued to teased both partners on the flick on various actions, including the woman's failed attempt at a 'suck fest' as one called it. Ein woke up a few times and barked in retort as if he wanted to tell her to be quiet, but all he was continuously met with were her socks, then shoes, then a bottle cork from off the table.

All seemed to be going well that night. The shrew was fully relaxed—that is, until she heard it.

The slightly familiar clop clap of shoes trudging down the hallway, accompanied with a faint whistle that at first was indescribable. She knew it couldn't be Ed--one could hear her yelling from a mile away. Jet was usually quieter when he walked, or he would bellow at something or someone if he were upset. So..it could only..

..Oh..Hell.

Faye nearly fell out sideways off the yellow couch, accidentally flipping the remote off her chest and relocating it to somewhere else, before getting up to regain her posture. The fuck was Spike doing here so early?!

Shit..I'll never hear the end of it if he catches me!

Quickly yet silently she scrambled around the room for the damn thing—couldn't find it. She checked on the floor, behind the couch, under Ein's fat sleeping body, in the ceiling (yep the ceiling), in the kitchen, underneath the couch, but to no avail. The whistling seemed to be getting louder, and familiar with each step the lone cowboy took down the hallway towards the main room, to which she immediately recognized it from an old movie titled 'Kill Bill'.

Digging her hand deep inside the disgusting couch, she latched her fingers around an object and gleefully pulled it out of its hiding place, only to be greeted by none other than a book. The moaning on the screen continued, but she couldn't worry about that now. Faye placed the book over her face, laid back down on the couch and pretended to be asleep. Spike would never know.

"Too late Romani."

The sweet, almost tantalizing familiar scent of the cowboy filled her nostrils, and quickly she knew that he was hovering right over her. Her breathing quickened--her hands began to shiver. For some strange reason unknown at the time, he always had that effect on her.

She looked up and saw the man looming over her with a skinny sorry looking cigarette in his mouth, staring at her quizzical features with those two tones eyes of his.

Even though his demeanor seemed relaxed, she knew deep down inside he felt a bit uncomfortable—and for good reason; Faye was only in a white tank top that pushed up her breasts more than usual and red boy shorts that looked as though they were stolen straight from a Victoria's Secret model. Spike shrugged his shoulders and turned his attention towards the screen, then let a soft chuckle escape his lips. Casually he took his seat across from the shrew and leaned back on a wooden bar stool, his body leaned forward to get a better view of the action. Faye shot him a look of disgust and mumbled underneath her breath, then continued trying to find the remote.

"You're awfully quiet this evening, aren't you? I heard you commenting and laughing about the actors from way down in the ship holder. Care to make up some excuse as to why you're watching porn before I publicly announce it to Jet and little Edward?"

"Can't a girl watch a flick in peace without being questioned? I'm sure you do your business in private, so why can't I?"

"Can't a guy be curious? Seeing as how you're.." His eyes cast down to her bare legs. "..Underdressed for the occasion."

"..Oh shut up! I wasn't going to do that if that's what you're suggesting! Unlike you I can get the real thing. I don't need porn to get me off."

"But you apparently need it for laughs so laugh with me. You haven't changed the channel yet, and I'm sure nothing's on. It's Friday night, I've had a bad fucking day. Humor me."

"I'll change it something we can BOTH enjoy, how about that?"

"You seemed to have such a grand time on cracking on the actors, so why stop the fun now? We're both adults here..unless you feel uncomfortable watching it with me, Faye."

She ran her fingers through her short violet hair and cocked her head back slightly, letting an obnoxious laugh escape her lips. She then straightened her head up and removed the headband from her hair, allowing it to cascade down to her shoulders. Spike continued to watch Lady Luck do her unnecessary over-dramatic actions before deciding to take another drag of his Marlboro cigarette.

"Oh come on, me? Uncomfortable? Not at all. Bring on the sex."

Faye was fucking terrified.

Faye's Point of View. (Finally eh?! shit..)

"Think you have a body like? "

Mr. Cool-as-a-cucumber adjusted himself on the barstool he occupied, blowing a puff of smoke from between his lips gently, tapping the burning cigarette on the make shift ash tray out of a piece of wood on the table. I took my concentration off him and momentarily glanced at the slut—bah. She had nothing on me. She didn't have my swagger.

The actress moaned timidly as her partner pushed her panties to the side, allowing entry for him to slip his index finger inside of her. It felt like a blast of cold air was now directed at my most sensitive area, and with that came a shiver. I blinked moronically at the sensation before clearing my throat and disregarding the feeling.

"Bah..I look better in lingerie than she does." I mumbled; a poor but never the less successful attempt to shift the topic on to the screen.

"Faye, you couldn't look any better in a black body bag. Don't fool yourself"

"Hah! And I suppose you're some kind of modern day Ron Jeremy? That guy's packing. I'd take a crack at him."

We continued to watch as the two on screen continued to, for a lack of better words, 'suck and fuck' each other, and with each scene that was more explicit than the next, my body shivered along with them.

"Cold?"

Like he was reading my mind, but I couldn't deny it—it was fucking 45 degrees for Christ's sake. Jet had this pet peeve about anyone turning the AC high—said something about preserving his bonsai plants. I'd turn it down myself—if I wanted to risk showing Spike a view from behind.

..Nah. I'll stay right he--

His jacket seemed to come out of nowhere on my chest, and for some reason I twitched when he placed it on top of my breasts. He raised an eyebrow at me as though he were saying 'the fuck?', then resumed his position on the bar stool and continued to watch the flick with me. Adjusting the jacket on my body, I continued to watch the series of actors on the screen fucking like rabbits. One would think that after a while, I would've just gotten up and leave..but unfortunately for me, my mind wasn't allowing me to.

Ever since I could remember, I had this vivid imagination that made me feel like I was somewhere in a scene. I often felt as though I was actually present at these scenes, towards how real they seemed but would immediately get shut down once I snapped out of it involuntarily. This, however, was NOT a fucking good time for my mind to start wandering especially with a living mop beside me.

Watching of all things..

Porn.

I felt myself starting to space out. No Faye...no no no..

……………………………………

"Faye.."

"Hm?"

"..come..."

……………………………………

"You said something?"

"Other than the fact I said you're welcome? No."

"Oh sorry..thanks for the jacket." No response. The characters on the screen continued their romp, but I was beginning to feel very light headed. I glanced at the bottle of Hypnotic I'd been taking a swig at for some time—oh yah. I felt relaxed.

……………………………………………………………………………………..

Spike tilted my head back slightly and gently ran his warm tongue on my damp skin while paying special attention to fondling one of my breasts. The metal door behind me was as cold as ice—but I didn't care. I wanted him all over me. I wanted his hands, his lips, his cock all over this body, and nothing could stop me from getting what I wanted. It's what I've been wanting all along..I just simply denied it mentally.

"Fuck, Faye.."

His breathing came out in short, evaporating puffs. The sweat from off his body seemed to make his body radiate, for as the light that reflected off the Red planet shone on his body, his body suddenly seemed like a Michelangelo sculpture. I felt him throbbing .I heard him breathing heavily..his scent was intoxicating, unlike anything I've ever experience. I wanted him so fucking bad..I wanted to show him how much he had pissed me off that night.

………………………………………………………………………………………..

"Yeah..yeah..right there..ooooh fuuuuuuck!!"

"Mediocre. ..Hey you're not getting off of this under my jacket, are you?"

"….."

"Faye."

"Huh wha—of course not! The hell are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking I don't want the smell of hot dry fish on my dry clean only jacket."

"I'm not doing anything, hush. I'm rubbing my hands together. Unlike all the women YOU'VE slept with, I'm an upstanding lady. "

"..My ass." He lit up another cigarette.

Focus, Faye. I told myself. I didn't need Spike thinking I was uncomfortable around him. Though, at this point, I didn't know what to think. My peripheral vision was now at the bottle of Hypnotic, and I bit my bottom lip almost instantaneously, thinking that I should've chosen another drink. Spike's facial features were highlighted with the glare from off the T.V. screen, and damn it if I couldn't help but stare at him.

The woman roughly grabbed her partner's member and placed it inside her mouth like some sort of hungry bum, slopping on it and grunting like a bat out of hell. The man's eyes rolled into the back of his head and placed his hands on the back of his woman's head, gently guiding her lips to do what he wanted her to do.

"Yes! YES!!"

"No. No. You're faking it. Get off the screen. Boo."

"This coming from the lady now, eh? How do you know she's faking it?"

"Oh come on Spike, you can TELL she's faking. I mean, just look at her face!"

"..What, the fact that's it's covered with cu--"

"No you jackass, it's the fact that this guy isn't doing much and already she's screaming bloody murder. That screams suspicious to me."

"Could be he's trying his best."

"He needs to try much harder, because this just isn't cutting it. You men are all the same—no experience whatsoever."

"I beg to differ."

"HAH! As if, Spike. You couldn't fuck your way out of a paper bag to save your life, so what you think you're any better than this sorry son of a bitch?"

"Because that 'sorry son of a bitch' doesn't have the skills I have to satisfy her."

"Satisfy her with a 3 inch toothpick? Hardly worth wanting, lunkhead."

"You know better than anyone in here that it's more than three inches. Who says I'd do it on her?"

"Who'd you do it on? Julia? Because I haven't heard you say anything about her in a while."

"Julia's old news now and you know that. You're only changing the subject because you know it's true."

"If what's true?"

"Come on Faye.."

"If WHAT'S true?"

"I know how you feel about me, so drop the act."

"What exactly are you trying to imply? That I have feelings for you or something??"

He laid back on the barstool and placed both of his hands behind his head. Placing one leg on top of the other tilting his head back, his eyes finally opened all the way to look in my direction.. and it was right there that I was one hundred percent sure I needed a cold shower.

"You and I both know that you've had me on your mind for a while, so don't play dumb. It doesn't suit you."

"That's a bit brash, don't you think? You couldn't WAIT to just ease into the main part of the fic before coming out with that sorry ass line?"

"What's the sense, Faye?" He eased up his barstool slowly and tapped the butt of his cigarette, before outing it on the bronze ashtray on the table in front of him. The way how he looked at me with those mysterious brown eyes literally sent my body in a shiver. ..

The hell is wrong with me.. I NEVER had feelings for this man, not even remotely! Maybe once or twice I've had a couple but never like this. I must be losing my fucking mind..

"If you want entertainment, I'd suggest you look for it, not watch it on some make shift channel."

"I WAS enjoying myself before you arrived! You completely fucked up my night, y'know!"

"By doing what? Simply watching a flick with you? Oh come off it, Faye. I noticed you were shifting your legs about underneath my jacket. I may be laidback, but I think I know too much about women by now to NOT know what was going through your head."

"Oh really now?! And what was going through my head huh?!"

"You know, you're really annoying.."

"I thought so. You have the audacity to call yourself a man but you back down when you realize you're wrong."

"..."

"I thought so. For once you shut your mouth and agree with me."

"..I never said I agreed with you."

"Then show me! Prove me wrong you sorrowful son of a bi-"

And somehow, in a swift, fluid like motion, I was now staring up into the two toned eyes of the man that has been pissing me off for a year and half. His palms pressed down on my shoulders; his tie was now comfortably resting on my breasts, and his right leg was dangerously close to my now moist area. My own fucking body was betraying me..and whether he meant to do this or not was completely beyond me. ..

But he was certainly good on catching me off guard. And I was not amused.

"Romani.."

"Gaojo. You gonna just sit here on top of me like a little bitch, or is something going to be done here. Because I have to tell you--you're blocking my fucking view."

"You..and I know for a fact that this whole charade is pointless. So I'll give you an ultimatum."

As the moans on the T.V. screen got louder and louder, and the more Spike breathed down my neck, the more moist I got. I shifted my right leg as discreetly as possible, but Spike caught on to it and chuckled. His breath smelled of a mixture of Marlboro, whiskey and...mint? Just the very smell of him, the fact that he was on top of my body topped with his eyes burning into mine with that sultry smirk on his lips was enough to make my mind wander.

…………………………………………………………..

"Right there..push it down on me. Just like that, Faye.."

"Spi..ike.."

"Ugh..fuck.."

……………………………………………………………

"We've both had bad fucking nights, woman.."

"..eh.."

"Either we get this out of our systems now..or you can tell me to fuck off..and this'll never be brought up again."

……………………………………………………………………………………………

His breathing matched her own, her hips danced with his under the pale red glow of Mars. Spike's back was highlighted by the red glow, giving him the look of a Greek god. His body shuddered in pleasure, and with that he picked her up from off the ground and slammed her against the wall. Hungrily he licked the crook of her neck..and greedily she accepted.

…………………………………………………………………………………………………………

"Faye..?"

…………………………………………………………………………………………….

His index finger slipped down below her navel and into her moist folds, causing Faye to drop her jaw and let out a soft moan. He loved hearing her reaction whenever he touched her--be it a simple playful shove in front of the others, or a light, casual brush anytime she caught him getting out of the shower. He allowed his finger to slip out of her wetness, then chuckled as traces of her juices dripped on to the floor.

"Faye.." He whispered in her ear whilst flicking his tongue along her lobe. Bringing his index finger to his lips, he tasted her. Her essence..her urge for him..everything evidence that she, the shrew, had secretly wanted him for the past year he tasted, and he made SURE that she knew it.

"You taste wonderful, Romani.."

…………………………………………………………………………………………………………

"Fay--"

"Spike.." shit. I clasped my hand over my mouth and cursed myself for saying his name like some horny school girl.

"...heh."

Awkward..

"Listen why don't you just fuck off huh? Go do something productive--like jumping off a goddamn cliff!!"

"..A simple' no' would've been nice.."

I got from off the couch and threw his jacket back at him, watching as it landed over his mop top.

"Fucking ruined my night, then you're trying to play head games with me?! What kind of fool do you take me for, Spike?!"

"One that apparently loves porn."

"...I'm going to bed. You're hopeless, you'll never learn, and you're a self centered egotistical asshole! You got something else to say to me before I completely ignore you for the next ten weeks?! WELL?!"

"Yeah..I do."

"What?!"

Spike lit up a Marlboro cigarette casually before blowing the exhaust in my direction. He got up and leaned on his leg, tossing the jacket casually over his left shoulder. The yellow shirt that was so straight and neat before was now crumpled and unkempt. His eyes didn't change, and neither did his smirk off those damn lips. He took a step towards me, and I took one back. He chuckled.

"Sweet dreams, Romani.."

And to the left he went.

Author's Point of View.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh

She tossed to her right side.

Drip drip drip drip

She resumed back on her left.

Creak..creak..

She flipped over on her stomach and wrapped the thick white comforter around her body, but not before punching a nearby pillow in frustration. It took Faye a good hour and a half to finally realize what was bothering her.

"Damn dog food..."

Well..what was kind of bothering her anyway. Faye Valentine sighed irritably as she flipped over on her back, her emerald green eyes staring up at the ceiling fan that lazily spun around counterclockwise above her head. Her body was damp and sticky due to sweat..which was odd considering it was at least 52 degrees in her room. Lack of clothes, maybe? She groaned childishly while contemplating the very thought of having to get up and go all the way across the room just to go put some pants on. Much too far.. she thought, now shifting her focus from the fan to the annoying creaks that was heard from outside her room.

A click of a knob, a shut of a door, and the familiar humming that was heard from the hallways only meant one thing; Spike was about to take a shower.

"Spike!!" I banged my fists on the wall opposite the bathroom he was occupying. "Don't take too long in there!! I need to shower too!! And don't use up all the hot water either!!"

Silence. I heard the shower knob turn, followed by the splash of water against the white washed walls. His own hands caresses his body with the soap..

His long muscular legs dripping with soap suds..

His two toned eyes now unseen, his face tipped towards the rushing warm water..

His... Snap out of it girl. You're supposed to be asleep, remember?!

I shook my head violently. Something's wrong with me, most definitely, but I needed to keep calm. I needed to maintain my composure until he came out of the shower. Shouldn't be too hard. I sat back and relaxed.

Two hours later.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE RIGHT NOW SPIKE!"

"..."

"I KNOW YOU HEAR ME IN THERE AND I'M NOT MOVING FROM THE DOORWAY UNLESS YOU GET OUT!"

"..Keep your panties on, I'm coming."

"I'm serious Spike! You have three seconds before I shoot the fucking knob off!"

"..."

"One." I gripped the Glock 35 in my right hand and positioned the gun against the cold steel door knob. I've tried waiting patiently--but after ten minutes of hearing nothing but the constant running of water, and being that this was the only bathroom on the ship, nature decided to take its course. I wanted to pee, and I wanted to pee real bad. I didn't give a damn at this point--I was ready to kill for it.

"TWO!"

I cocked the hammer back and bit my lower lip. What was he DOING in there for two straight hours anyway? I'll be pissed if he used up all the hot water--he knows better than that by know. Spike wouldn't do that, unless he wanted to die I thought to myself, chuckling at the idea of me taking pot shots at his ass while he ran down the hallway screaming bloody hell.

"THR--"

Unexpectedly the steel blue door swung open thus knocking me on my ass on the floor. Spike's expression was a quizzical, but his disposition seemed to say otherwise. He cleaned his hands off in his white towel and chuckled underneath his breath, his eyes burning into mine. Glancing down at my bare legs, then to my right hand which occupied my weapon, his face went from amusement to that of annoyance.

"..You really were planning to shoot me, weren't you, Romani?"

"Why not? You were taking too damn long in there. I had no other choice. The hell were you doing in there so long anyway?"

"..Can't a guy have his privacy for once?"

His black pajama pants followed by a light blue towel slung over his left shoulder made him look almost immaculate. His body seemed to reflect the rays of light from off the lamp hovering over his head, and his hair waved about more freely than it did before. His long muscular arms grabbed mine gently and lifted me up from off the cold ground, standing me up to his level. The toothpick in his mouth switched periodically from side to side, and seeing as how I was easily annoyed, I plucked the stick from his lips and placed it between my own.

"Now why'd you go and do that, huh..?"

I didn't realize it before, but our bodies were VERY close to each other when he took my hand and stood me up. I could smell the same Lavender and vanilla body washed he had used, and momentarily I closed my eyes and inhaled in as though it were some sort of new high. I felt my body beginning to shiver, my legs began to feel weak, and all of a sudden, I could not look into this man's eyes.

"Y'know..the option's still open, Faye.."

"..."

"Bad fucking night...sure you wanna spend it alone?"

"What are you suggesting? That we..talk?"

"If you'd like to call it that. All you need is a reason, Romani, and you got me."

I couldn't believe I was hearing what I was hearing. Was he..? Is he..? Did he just..?

No. No.. Chin up, girl. You know this is some kind of bullshit he's pulling on you. This is Spike we're talking about..Spike!

True, the man was known for misleading, but never had I seen or heard him in this state. His entire attitude was relaxed, and though it killed me to admit it, he looked damn good with that swagger. My hormones were going wild to the point where I felt as though I couldn't control them any longer..but I had to. I couldn't let Spike win. He accused me earlier of having feelings for him, and I'll be DAMNED if I let him win..!

"You have a nice night Spike. I'm going to shower." I pushed myself away from him, and in a hurry I rushed through the door and latched it behind me, placing my back against the cold metal and sighed deeply.

I win.

I've won. ..I finally fucking WON! His head games didn't work on me, and I was feeling pretty proud of myself for the moment. Quickly I disposed of my tank top and under wear, then slipped behind the blue and grey shower curtains. I reached out to grab the shower knob..but then I stopped. Flashes of the gaojo raced across my mind. My right leg started to shiver, my body started to grow hot. The heat from between my legs grew more evident, and I believed I made it worse by placing my hand there as if to keep it in one place.

"PL..Please Spi..ah..aah.."

"You've wanted this for a while now, haven't you, Valentine?"

"Y..yes.." I placed my hand over my mouth and stiffened my body. My own body..my own FUCKING body and mind were deceiving me!

This is ridiculous..I didn't come in here for that. I need to just get over it, and go get some sleep.

I turned the shower knob.. and I was NOT fucking amused.

Author's point of view

Faye started screaming like a bat out of hell, and to Spike that meant only one thing; all the hot water was used up. Clad in nothing but a white towel wrapped around her body, she stomped angrily towards the cockpit where he normally occupied. With each step she took, her heart raced more and she was starting to wonder if maybe she was overreacting for a bit.

Opening the door leading inside the vast cockpit, she looked around and saw nothing but darkness. The ship creaked then jerked unexpectedly towards a set course Jet had placed on the ship's internal navigator before he left for errands. She glanced at the blue and green font on the computer screen—'Ganymede'. Guess Jet couldn't let go of his first love after all.

Faye quickly held on to a nearby bar to keep her balance, all the while searching with her eyes for the lunk head.

The smell of cigarette smoke, tequila, lavender and vanilla danced in the area, and once again Faye inhaled deeply and smirked to herself, knowing that he was somewhere close by.

"Shouldn't have come, Faye.."

His voice seemed to bounce off every wall of the room. Traces of smoke floated aimlessly about the in the air, before disappearing into the dark corner of the room.

"Can it, Spike, I'm fucking pissed off at y-you right now."

He chuckled. DAMN she hated it when he chuckled.

"Cold? Do you need my jacket again?"

"I need anything f-from you!"

"Oh..?" He began taking steps towards her slowly with the Marlboro cigarette in his mouth. "And why is that?"

"You know damn w-well why!" She snapped back, pointing an accusing finger at where she thought he'd be.

"My guess is that you couldn't take the heat."

"Hah hah..v-very Funny. Now listen Spike, I'm tired of this bullshit with you using up all the hot water. Why don't you just--…"

"Just what, Faye?"

Her body jolted when she felt his digits barely touching her soft, olive skin.

"Just what? Leave you alone..?"

Lady Luck inhaled sharply, yet still there was no reply.

"You think I've proven my point yet..? I've had a really bad fucking night, but I never told you why.."

"…"

"Wanna know why, Valentine..?" His fingers inched their way further up her thigh, sending more tiny sensations shooting throughout her body.

"Y..yes.."

"That day you caught me out of the shower, you looked at me like no other woman has before. If I could, I would've fucked you right then and there.."

His fingers momentarily brushed against her sex, and with that came a soft gasp from her lips. Spike leaned his more towards hers, allowing his head to rest upon her shoulder, positioning his lips by her ear, taking the time to let her anticipate and mentally assume his words.

"It's because of you why my night is so unfortunate. This.." He brushed his fingers again against her moist folds, grinning as he realized he was making damn good progress. "..is what's making me go M.I.A. for the past couple of days. I needed you out of my head, Romani.."

"…"

"I want to show you, Faye. I want you to feel what I've felt when you piss me off. I want you to scream my name, MY name when I touch you. I've heard you numerous times before when you think you're alone. Don't think I haven't seen you pleasing yourself over me..."

Her deep emerald green eyes grew wide with embarrassment at his last sentence. She reluctantly tried moving away from him in order to gain leverage, but was quickly put in her place when his left palm slammed against the wall behind head. As the earth's full moon came into view through the large panoramic windows, so did Spike's unusual two toned eyes.

"I wanted you to fuck me, Romani. I wanted to show you how much I needed your body in the shower..but then after all.."

He promptly removed his fingers from her now aching leg, and placed his index and middle between the cig. "You're just 'an upstanding lady'."

Needless to say, Faye was not a happy woman.

She wanted to stay there and watch as he walked away. She wanted to turn her nose up, possibly say a few cuss words at him, and walk away.

But she didn't.

She knew she lacked his attitude, and he knew he lacked her fire. Faye's philosophy had always been to take in the moment..but could she really take in this one? Could she REALLY see herself with the lunkhead for one night, even though it would probably mean nothing in the morning?

Fuck this..

Of course she could.

"Spike wait."

He paused, mid heel. All that could be seen as a response from him was the cigarette smoke that blew forward. Everything drew quiet for a moment, and only the heavy breathing from both of them could her heard—Faye's more so than Spike's.

A reason..

She glanced at the panoramic view leading towards the vast emptiness of space, then shifted her eyes back towards him. Her heart beat fast against her chest, and though outwardly she seemed calmed, inside she had a million thoughts flowing through her head.

"Because..I've..wanted to.. for a long while but I..don't"

He shifted his feet and turned sideways, the corner of his mysterious dark brown eyes meeting her full emerald greens.

"Then what are you waiting for, Faye..?"

In full view of the ship was Earth, with the deep blue earth radiating off the windows of the cockpit. Cool air started blowing from the vents as the AC kicked in, and Faye mentally cursed as her body began to shiver. Spike began his steps slowly towards her as though he'd done this to her before. He kept his focus on her and her alone, blowing out the remaining cigarette smoke between his lips. He allowed the remains of the cig to drop to the floor, before it eventually floated off to the far corner of the room.

"Come here." He demanded in a low sensual tone that sent typical shivers over her entire body. Faye stood in one place with both feet planted firmly on the ground. She wanted this, indeed but she wanted to make him work for it, if even for a little. Spike didn't seem to be in the mood for games, but nevertheless he played along. He grabbed her towel, she tugged back.

"Reluctant tonight aren't we?"

".."

Another tug, and yet she refused. Even within the darkness of the cockpit, one could clearly see him smirking, and in return she smirked as well. With a final tug of the soft cotton that shielded her curvaceous figure from his view, it finally fell to the ground in one smooth swoop. Faye gasped sharply and frowned at the cowboy, who in turn responded by pushing her against the cold metal wall, placing his lips heatedly against the crook of her neck; strands of her hair constantly getting in the way. She titled her head upwards towards the dark ceiling, her mouth agape at the feel of his lips on her warm damp skin. Her right palm shivered as though it were tempted to touch the ruffle of green hair in front of her. She could feel his left hand on her waist, while the other played on the skin on her right thigh, teasing each microscopic hair that sent unexplainable sensations through her body.

He dipped his head in between the valley of her breasts, nipping lightly at her skin while leaving tiny red marks along the way to mark his territory. He felt her quickened her breath each time his time met his skin. Once..twice..

Feverishly he moved his moistened lips to her right breast, paying close attention to her nipples, sucking rhythmically to the sound of her breathing. Faye bit her bottom lip gently and drove her fingers into his thick moss like hair, tilting her head sideways against the metal wall, silently murmuring his name as he continued to please her and break down her walls.

"Spi--.." Pity she couldn't continue his name. This was the only time she felt helpless, the only time a man ever had control of her like this.

"Like this, Faye..?" He looked up at her his with two toned eyes that still seemed mysterious to her. Each time a star passed by on the large panoramic view like window, the reflection would be cast in his eyes. She felt her knees go weak, but she knew she had to keep going. She couldn't let her guard go down just yet.

"Y—yes.." She managed to murmur. A bit distracted by the almost tickling sensation of his other hand against the inside of her thigh, however, she didn't get to say what she initially wanted to say.

He followed her breathing pattern to coincide with the flow of his fingers against her soft olive skin. Everything this man did, he did it in a calm, cool collective matter and it was no surprise to Faye that even in this he would remain the same. His lips traced their way up her right breast, across her left shoulder blade, up the crook up her neck then finally rested momentarily at the tip of her ear, his breathing coming out agitated, anxious and heavily aroused. He brushed his fingers across her moist folds, teasing Lady Luck (for she was truly lucky indeed) continuously before they momentarily rested right above her clit. The heat that emanated from her, to him, was even more of a turn on. This is what he wanted her to feel—how she made him feel every time she walked out of the shower clad in nothing but a towel. How he felt whenever she used her sultry voice to get what she wanted in a bounty. Every small thing Spike could think of about her that turn him the fuck on he wanted her to feel.

For a moment they could hear nothing but their own heart beats and ragged breathing. Faye felt helpless against his demeanor, but no one could tell her that she didn't like it. It drove her mentally crazy. This man, this man that she was secretly yearning for throughout the times they've known each other now literally had her up the wall.

"What are you going to do now, gaojo..?"

"I don't know Romani. You tell me.."

A shockwave of pleasure shot throughout Faye's entire body, and her immediate reason was to inhale sharply, tipping her head back to great the moonlight that shone through. Warm liquid ran down her right thigh- first sign on how much she wanted him deep inside of her. Spike chuckled softly in her ear, slipping his middle finger from inside her antagonizing slow, allowing even more of her juices to run down the palm of his hand.

"..What you want me to do.."

"Spi..i.."

"Talk to me Faye.."

Another slip of his finger, and another moan escaped her lips. Each time she moaned, Spike would kiss the crook of her neck before resuming them onto her lips. His lips, to her was as soft as silk, but his attitude.. his drive was like liquid fire. She wanted more of him, 'the whole nine yards' she would call it.

Spike pumped his middle and index fingers inside and out of her moist folds slowly at first, then faster as her breathing began to quicken. He knew her legs her going weak, and she knew that she couldn't hold out anymore at his rate. Feverishly he kissed her lips, his tongue madly dancing with hers like star crossed sex starved lovers.

"Oh god..oh..fu—c..k.."

He lifted her up more against the wall and allowed her legs to be placed on his shoulders, his face now in full view of her slightly swollen private parts. She dug her fingers wildly into his hair once more, with her back now arched against the metal wall. Her other hand braced against it for support, but it soon became evident that it wasn't needed. Spike didn't need an introduction, however. His warm wet tongue dove inside of her before she even adjusted herself to his strength properly and as a result, it sent Faye moaning loudly in absolute bliss. Rhythmically he began kissing her in places she herself never knew she had before. The feel of his tongue against her pussy, the cold air that was evident in the room and the shiver that continuously shot through her body was enough to send her over the edge.

He hoisted her up higher against the wall while continuing to please her current sexual desire. It wasn't the way how Spike's tongue flickered across her clit repeatedly before tasting her juices. It wasn't the way how his fingers dug into her thighs, squeezing now and then to generate an even more intense reaction from her. No it was his eyes..those dark brown two toned almond shaped eyes that looked at Miss Valentine intensely, and the smirk that followed closely behind as he would glance up now and again for her response. Just seeing herself in them was almost enough to drive her to the point of sheer and utter madness.

His tongue flickered faster across her clit, while occasionally without much of a physical warning, inserting his two fingers deep between her shivering legs.

"Uhmf!! Ye--..es..!" She cried out, gripping on to the back of the cowboy's neck for dear life. Her body shuddered suddenly at his sudden action before moving her hips in tune with his lips. Spike slightly smiled at this and continued to hold her in place up on his shoulders.

"Cum for me, Faye.." He whispered, his voice low and raspy.

She looked down at him with her lips parted, now hungry for him as well. Hungry to return the favor. She moved her hips quickly in tune with his tongue whilst running her fingers through his thick green locks, grabbing at tuft of it whenever she felt herself about to climax.

"Spike..ah..AH..UGH..FUCK..!"

"Come on..come for me.."

"Spik--….shit..Oooh..shit..!"

Faster he pumped his fingers in and out of her, making absolutely sure to pay attention to her clit as well. Faye's hips moved faster with his motion now, her body growing hotter with each stroke. Warm liquid began to flow lightly in between his lips, some dripping from the corners of his mouth before trailing down the soft skin of his throat. Faye's body shivered slightly before finally going limp against the metal wall, her remaining juices sliding down her right leg. Spike looked up at the violet haired woman and smiled in semi-sweet satisfaction. He knew this was FAR from over, and Faye herself knew so as well.

He let her down on the ground gently, while licking the remaining juices off his lips before inserting his hands in his black pajama pockets. His eyes seemed to pierce hers as he watched her chest rise and fall.

"Well now Romani..seems I've broken you out of your comfort--..eh?"

In no time at all Faye pushed the now surprised cowboy down on the floor below, her eyes burning into his as strands of her hair rested on his facial features. She took a minute to stare at the man she had grown to lust after; dirty little thoughts running through her head all two years she's known him and now she finally had him in her grasp.

She followed his previous actions by kissing the side of his neck—an action which generated a low moan from Spike. Faye swung her right leg over his left, her most intimate area open to his skin beneath. She didn't care about the romantic gesture of it all anymore, and it was quite clear he didn't want to waste anymore time daddling around the foreplay. His breathing was ragged as though he ran a marathon. Spike's hard on was definitely evident beneath her, and that was EXACTLY what Faye wanted from him at that moment. Keeping her eyes locked on his, she smirked deviously as her left hand slid down the black cotton sweatpants that blocked her view from her prize for the night.

"You okay there, gaojo..?" Her emerald green eyes seemed to twinkle to him when she said that sentence, and though Spike was normally cool under pressure, in this instance all he could do was nod. Faye licked her lips in much anticipated to what awaited below, already having his hard throbbing member in her hand, teasing the tip of it lightly with her fingertips. Spike tilted his head back more towards the glowing light of the moon, letting out another low moan eminating from deep within his throat.

"Faye..fuck me already.." He seemed at almost beg her..but Faye knew she wasn't done as yet. She wanted to make him beg for it-- whether he liked it or not.

Spike looked immaculate in the moonlight that shone below, almost, to Faye like a Greek god who was in his most vulnerable state of pleasure.

He clenched his fist slightly, then released as she left light butterfly kisses along his neck, taking the time to admire the sheer masculinity of his body. His body was an ABSOLUTE work of art, and one could tell that he spent a lot of time in his quarters perfecting his body to what it was at that moment. Each ripple she came across was highlighted by the light that shone, and with each one accompanied a flick of her tongue along that specific area. Spike's back arched slightly as she came closer to his throbbing cock, her fingertips still massaging the slightly wet tip. She dipped her tongue in his navel, allowing it to play in and around the area, occasionally letting her lips slide and tickle the fine hairs that lead to her prize.

"You ready, cowboy..?"

Spike said nothing—only a low groan was heard as his only response.

She traced her lips down to his cock and ran her fingers along the tip. Lightly licking the sides and smiling to herself when she felt the cowboy jump, she proceeded to breathe heavily on his member, loving the feel of his hardness against her lips and face. Spike had to be at least a good twelve and a half inches—at least now Faye knew he wasn't joking about the size. Her tongue was soft and wet against his cock, which seemed to pulsate every time he felt she was near to take him in entirely. His chest heaved up and down; his hands clenched in anticipation..God what was this woman doing to him?? He was never this much aroused around any woman before, not even Julia, but there was something about Faye..something about this emerald green eyed woman that was fuel to his fire.

She lowered her head slowly on his cock, allowing her eager tongue to lick the tip of it, tasting the slightly salty /sweet pre-cum that ran down. Swinging her hair to fall on her left shoulder, Faye laid herself flat on the cold floor and gave Spike one final glance before completely inserting his throbbing cock inside her soft wet mouth.

"Fuck, Faye..!"

Spike eyes widened in what seemed like shock before rolling into the back of his head, his body tensing up as a reaction. The tightness of her mouth along with the combination of her fingers stroking the shaft of his dick was what definitely did it for him, and Spike knew he had to contain himself before he exploded right then and there too soon.

She felt him throb inside her mouth, touching the back of her throat before slowly pulling it out to get used to his thickness. The veins pulsated invitingly, mesmerizing, taunting Faye to do it again. She felt his hand in her semi short violet hair, running his fingers throughout while encouraging her for more. She was loving hearing him beg and plead..

This is how she wanted him to feel. This is how he had made her feel every time she imagined him fucking her in her room.

Enveloping her mouth around his cock again, she thrust him inside and out of her mouth, tightening her lips to imitate what was to come later on. Spike let out another moan, this time more audible than the first. His hand momentarily grabbed a bit of her hair, before releasing it once more. He wanted more of her. He wanted to be inside her already. The feel of her mouth around his aching cock was almost too much to handle, and unfortunately, or unfortunately for him, Faye was only getting started.

Her tongue played with his shaft simultaneously while she sucked him off. One hand was jacking him off due to his massive length, while the other Faye was most familiar with at nights when he'd turn her on. Nothing could be heard but the sounds of her pleasing him to no end, Spike's breathless moaning, and the quiet hum of the ship.

"Mm.."

She adjusted her body to better fit his comfort, while subconsciously opening her legs further to insert more of her fingers inside her wet folds. Spike placed a hand on his forehead and continued to moan lowly, his eyes occasionally rolling into the back of his head as Faye flicked her tongue quickly over his tip, being careful to time it just right with his mouth moving up and down on his massive length.

"Ah..fuck..Faye.."

She tightened her mouth around his cock and closed her eyes, allowing the tip to touch the back of her mouth. Spike's right hand ran through her soft violet hair and though he was well aware that his hips were moving in tune with her actions, he didn't care—he was beginning to hit nirvana and back if she kept this up. He clenched her hair each time he felt himself about to cum, but he knew he had to keep it back. He couldn't back down from the shrew..and he knew in a way, it was almost like a game of cat and mouse. He knew after this he'd make HER scream, he'd make HER want him more and even if it killed him, even if his world came crashing down on him..

He'd make her love him.

Pushing more of her fingers inside of her gave Faye more motivation to please him. She paused for a min to throw her hair back—a move that almost made Spike cum right then and there, considering the bit of pre cum that was briefly displayed on her lips. He placed his hand back on her head, watching as she bobbed her head up and down on his thick massive shaft; each action taking him closer and closer to a level he never knew existed. His right leg rose and fell..his eyes rolled into the back of his head..he felt the heat building up in his thighs and he knew, he KNEW that this wasn't over yet. This was far from being over.

"Fuck me Faye..oh..god..fuck me.."

His breath quickened with hers, moaning along with her muffled cries, pushing himself deeper inside her mouth, being careful to be gentle. He tightened his fists and tipped his head back towards the panoramic windows; the moans escaping from his mouth getting louder by the minute. Faye's smile grew wide as she felt his cock stiffen within the confines of her mouth and used this opportunity to lick the head of his cock slowly, using her right hand to finish him off.

"Come on baby.." She whispered whilst placing a soft kiss on his abdomen--..but fortunately for her, Spike wasn't ready for that as yet. He held back that moment for the actual deed and proceeded to do so by flipping her on her back, resting himself on top of her fully naked body. Heatedly they kissed underneath the pale moonlight, with Faye smirking as she tried to maintain a good position on him.

"What's the matter huh..? You lucked out on me..?" She teased.

Spike sucked on her bottom lip playfully, before slamming her against the ship's internal controls behind her. Faye winced, but paid no attention to the minimal pain afterwards.

"Hush..."

He lifted her right leg up on his left shoulder and grinned, tipping Miss Valentine's head backwards to suck on one of her sensitive nipples. His right hand feverishly fumbled around for the anti gravity control and, with a flick of a switch, made things a whole lot more interesting.

Faye quickly grabbed on to the metal bar beside her, letting out a soft cry of surprise before realizing what was happened. Their bodies lifted up off the ground slowly, with Spike's grin lifting along with it.

"Um..lunkhead.."

"You always wanted to live dangerously, Romani. So why not make love like it as well..?"

The low tone of his voice, those mismatched eyes and the sexual intensity that was building up between them as each moment passed by made Faye throw her cares out the window.

He positioned himself on her, a seemingly impossible feat to someone with no imagination (stab), but never the less he made it happen. As the small objects around them began floating upwards, Faye stared into the eyes of the man she never knew she'd have..if even for one night. His two toned eyes..

Time seemed to have stood still for them in that instance. He was staring at her with longing, wanting, lust..everything that could be an adjective for the word 'sex' was displayed deep within in his eyes. She has his past..but yet she couldn't see his future. She didn't care..at that moment in time he was all she needed. He wanted her, she wanted him, it was that simple.

Their breathes quickened once more..Spike hungrily kissed her neck now, nipping softly at her rich olive toned skin. He gripped the side of her thigh and hastily placed it on the metal bar, exposing Faye in her most intimate setting. Spike smirked.

"Faye.."

She flinched.

"We've both had bad fucking nights, woman.." The words seem to repeat themselves over and over again in her head. Do I really want this..?

Their actions haven't even begun that night and already Faye's legs were quivering in anticipation. The short five to ten second stare from Spike seemed as though he were asking her if she really wanted to go through with this. He didn't want her to regret this night, not in the least..

It initially started out, for him as a way to relieve his stress, to relieve the tension of the day..but as their actions progressed, through their dirty talking, through their moans, and yes, even the porn flick they had watched earlier had something to deal with it

It became a lot more.

"..Faye.."

Her eyes slightly widened. He was the type to never completely show his emotions, but within his mismatched eyes at that moment she saw more concern and dare she say...THOSE feelings in them than she had ever seen before even when he was with Julia.

"If you don't want to d-.."

She silenced his words with her lips, placing the first soft, gentle romantic kiss of the night. Spike's eyes widened at first, but slowly found him self slipping away into the arms of the still mysterious woman in front of him.

The woman he had grown to hate of the past years they've shared

The woman that secretly ran through mind throughout all his battles..

The woman that was very much a part of his wandering, typical lustful mind. Spike was most certain he was a part of hers as well.

Their tongues danced slowly at first; their attempt at taking things at an anticipated pace. That pace, however quickened. One could tell that even in love making, they still competed for dominance towards how their kisses ignited each other like kerosene to a flame. The sexual intensity between them was building up like a raging fire, and not even Spike himself was sure of how long he could keep it up.

He gently grabbed a hold of her right thigh, holding it in place by his side as he moved himself closer to her entrance. He titled the violet hair woman's head to the side, feverishly sucking at her delicate skin.

"Spi..Spi.."

His expression was that of determination for he was DETERMINED to make this woman love him. He wanted her to feel what he felt..he wanted her to share with him what he tried to share with Julia a year ago. He wanted..he wanted..

"..Ah.!! Mmmm fuck yes!!" Faye cocked her head back quickly, her body jolting at the massive thickness that entered inside her moist entrance, filling her completely. Spike's cock throbbed wildly inside of her and though he himself tried to keep his cool, his breathing was a dead give away of poor composure.

She straddled her legs around his waist; those long legs that seemed to reach up to heaven in Spike's eyes. Each part of their bodies seemed to be painted with red and blue from the reflection of Mars and the moon through the panoramic window.

"Spi..Spi...oh..fuck..!"

Swiftly he grabbed her and slammed her against the wall, moving his lips to her ear to give her instruction.

"Hold on to the bar Fa..Faye.."

His words were coming out of short gasps. The once cool as a cucumber cowboy was at the mercy of Faye's body, both inside and out. If there was any a better time to break down his own barrier, now would be a good one.

Faye did as she was told and held on to the supportive object. Sweat slowly rolled down her body as she moved her body in tune with his shaft, her temperature growing hotter with each thrust that was made inside of her.

The evaporation from both of their lips was even more evident of the sheer raw lovemaking that was taking place, and even Spike himself had to admit that for the first time in his life, he made true LOVE to a woman.

A woman that was lusted after many was loved by only him.

Her red full curvaceous silhouetted figure seemed like a piece of fine art against Spike's lean yet muscular light and dark blue silhouetted body. Each time he pumped himself in and out of her folds, it seemed very fluid like, much like his fighting style. Spike was truly good at everything he did, and it would come as no surprised that this would be one of them.

But he was still unsatisfied.

He hadn't even begun to become comfortable with their current positions before finding it unsatisfactory.

"Turn around Faye.." he asked—no he DEMANDED. Faye managed to smirk, only to be met with a heated kiss from the once level headed man.

"..Turn around.."

He knew women like her, though they acted tough with a hard shell, liked to be dominated and he was indeed correct. Faye licked her soft rosy lips and grinned, her actions pausing for a moment to catch her breath.

"Whatever you say, gaojo.."

He slipped himself out of her and, in a sort of dominative movement, turned Faye around and promptly bent her over the ship's controls, all the while telling her to hold on to that bar she had become most familiar with. Spike made love as he fought; smooth, swift fluid like motions that was signature in the streets, and now in a different sense was signature with Faye and Faye alone.

" Spik..oh FUCK me..!!" Her legs gave way to more of his cock inside her tight wet folds, with both their juices running down her long legs. Her breasts moved simultaneously with Spike's rapid pumping, and his breathing, sharp and rough, seemed to match perfectly with his hip gyration.

"I..fuc...Faye..!"

His eyes rolled slowly into the back of his head, his mouth agape, position steady.

The heat that accumulated between his loins was ready to explode just as much as she was, and he knew, he KNEW that after this, there would be an awkward silence.

He didn't care..

He knew after this she'd either love him and be with him or hate him and skin him alive.

Spike once again didn't care..

The only thing he cared about..the only thing he ever cared about from the START was that he loved this woman. This woman, who was currently moaning his name, touching her soft supple breasts, biting her bottom lip and moving as though she were a bucking bull was the only thing that genuinely meant anything at this moment.

Spike indeed..through all the speculation..was in love with Miss Valentine.

He was enjoying hearing her silently moan his name..even throughout all their actions she still had a bit of that pride left within her. No matter.

Spike was determined to fuck it out of her.

With his right hand he reached around to her clit and moved closer to his lover's earlobe, gently nipping at the skin before letting out a soft, but very-evident-of-coming-close-to-an-orgasm chuckle.

"Fuck you're wet, Romani.."

Faye winced, but not out of pain. She slowly began to love the way he was talking to her dirty in her ear, and was beginning to love this secret dominant side of him. She felt him pinch her clitoris lightly, before pleasing her with his fingers as fast as he could, trying to match the two rhythms together. Faye's head tipped back and rested uncomfortably on Spike's hovering shoulder, but she didn't care.

She knew she was about to cum at any moment, but she didn't care.

"Spike!! OH FUCK!! YES SPIKE!!"

She knew she was aware that her screaming was a bit too loud.

"..Fay..Fah..ah..AH!!"

Spike knew he was beginning to lose control.

Faye's head tilted forward, her mouth open, with a bit of Spike's remnants on those lips. Streams of their own cum began dripping down their legs and they were aware.

Faye's eyes rolled into the back of her head before she shut them tightly, feeling herself almost floating, hitting, reaching to that sweet sin called nirvana, no longer the Hypnotic she had earlier.

Spike felt Faye's fingernails dig into his arm that she held on to for support apart from the metal bar, and he was aware…

"Faye? FAYE!"

"Spike…!! I.. I..!!!"

They tried to kiss, but the ever growing intensity of reaching that sweet spot was greatly increasing, and it almost became very hard for them to share that kiss. They panted, he pounded, he pumped, she gyrated, she screamed, he moaned..

Their tongues danced within each other's mouths. Their silhouetted bodies moved so fluidly, so freely against one another like long lost lovers who'd just found their way.

"Fa..Fa..I..fuck..ing..UHMM!!"

"Faye where the hell are you?!"

"I…I..!"

"L..lo..luh..oh..FUCK baby..!"

"Where the FUCK is all of my alcohol?! FAYE!"

Their actions slowed down. Their breathing, however still heavy. Faye's hair was matted with sweat, but she didn't care. She shared an intimate kiss with Spike, who, still inside of her, was already at the peak of his orgasm, before finally collapsing on to the beautiful bounty hunter. Throughout the night they've shared kisses, they physically showed all their anger, their frustration, their lust, their taunting, their quest for dominance…

"Faye.."

The automatic doors budged slightly, refusing to give Jet any lee way as to what might have been going on in the other end. He heard moaning and panting..and was quite certain that something was DEFINITELY out of place, much like his liquor. Jet wasn't only annoyed; he was fucking pissed, livid, and in sheer rage.

Weakly she looked into those mismatched eyes of his; one seeing the past, the other his future. She saw herself in both of them, and also saw not only a great deal of satisfaction, but accomplishment as well. She wondered if now was the time to open up her feelings about him..would it be smart? Would it be too bold? Nevertheless..

"Spike..I..I love you…"

He smiled weakly at her and placed a gently kiss on her forehead. He still smelled of Marlboro, lavender and vanilla, but it was now to become her favorite scent. She wanted to her say it, even if it was in a code of some sort..she wanted to hear him say it..

"..My funny Valentine, eh?" He chuckled.

"I KNOW YOU TWO ARE IN THERE! OVERRIDE THE GODDAMN DOORS!"

"I love you too..Miss Valen--"

In came a VERY pissed off Jet Black with a half empty bottle in one hand, an empty bag of Oreo cookies in the other and the most shocked/displeased/dismayed expression on his face. Ed ran in behind him with her usual tactics and cover Ein's eyes as he walked in as well.

Jet knew the two were secretly hiding feelings for each other, but he never once thought that they would both go THIS far to display it so openly, especially with a child and a smart mutt on board.

"Spike..Faye..what the..?"

Faye Valentine looked up from that dirty yellow disgusting couch in the main room, taking her eyes off from the porn flick for a second.

"'ey Jet. Got anything new to eat? I'm dying in this place."

"Yo." Spike acknowledged lazily towards Jet and Ed before returning his attention to the porn flick. Jet promptly chucked the empty bottle of Hypnotic towards him, who casually caught it and placed it gently on the ground behind him.

"Turn that crap off!"

"But we're watching it.."

" I SAID TURN THAT OFF!"

"Ooh!! Johnny!! Right there, right..ah..I..I..UH..!"

Click.

Jet slammed the bag of empty Oreo on top of the wooden table dramatically before shoving his hands in his pockets, glaring at the now amused bounty hunters,

"First off..I'm PISSED to find out that my room is completely jacked up. You two have TEN SECONDS to fess up or I'm kicking both of your sorry asses off this ship, understood?!"

"Ooh, Jet person mad!" Ed exclaimed excitedly before running off with Ein to the other corner of the room before disappearing into her own quarters with her 'Tomato'.

Faye arose from the couch and got up slowly, proceeding to stretch herself out in her night time attire consisting of nothing but a tank top and boy shorts. Spike, in his usual suit attire as well, mumbled incoherently underneath his breath. Faye scoffed.

"Well I certainly know it wasn't me. I'm on a diet after all---what the hell are you over there mumbling about, lunkhead?"

"You lying sack of crap.."

"Excuse me?!"

"Faye it's evident you were the one from the start that rummaged in there, so don't try to pull that all too cute act of being innocent. The evidence is all in the thighs."

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! PISS OFF SPIKE!"

"Temper temper Faye, it's not good for the old age, y'know?"

"Are you--..you know what? Fuck you, Spike. Jet, you don't REALLY believe him do you??"

"..I'm cutting your fucking bounty in half"

"WHAT?! You know what screw this I'm going to bed!"

"DID YOU DO THIS OR NOT FAYE?!"

"I didn't steal your goddamn chips! I don't have to—I'M A LADY!"

And with that said Faye got up and stomped away from the two angrily, heading off to the left hand side of the room where her room was located. Jet shrugged his shoulders lightly and slumped on the couch she once laid, now focusing his attention on the cool-as-a-cucumber cowboy.

"Women..they not only steal your money but they drink your damn liquor too. You sure it wasn't you, Spike? I won't be mad if it is. I just want to know that I'm not going crazy."

"I'm positive, Jet. You probably drank some by mistake and forgot all about it. Remember last time?"

"Yeah..you're probably right."

A silence passed through the two now, except for Jet's left foot casually tapping on the linoleum floor. Clearing his throat and slugging an arm over the couch, Jet's eyes raised back towards the mismatched cowboy.

"So tell me something." Jet's curiosity spiked.

"Yeah?"

"..What's with the porn channel you two were watching?"

Spike chuckled lightly underneath his breath whilst digging into his pockets, searching for a cigarette. Taking out a fresh pack of Marlboro, he gently pat the bottom of it as all chain smokers do and took out a long one, inserting it between his lips. Jet, already having a lighter in hand, flicked the latch and lit up Spike's cigarette, then leaned back as he exhaled out the first exhaust.

"Caught her watching in as soon as I came in. Decided it might be fun to watch it with her."

"And she didn't object?"

He took a drag of his cig, then exhaled, turning his head to the side to the make shift t.v/ laptop.

"At first. Then she got over it." He smirked.

"What a first eh? You two finally agree on something. Once in a blue moon, eh?"

The reflection in the screen on the laptop/ t.v. showed the figure of a woman, peering out from corner of the room and secretly spying on the two. Of course it was no more than Faye herself..but he could feel her eyes on him. He could feel her smile, her swagger, her pride returning.

In a secret acknowledgement that he was aware of her presence, Spike nodded his head twice, then scratched the back of it. He shifted his weight on the wooden chair and leaned back, taking another drag of his cigarette before shifting his eyes to the ceiling.

"Yeah." He finally managed to reply with a smile that was probably larger than Ed's ever be.

"Once in a Blue Moon.."