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Faye valentine having sex it spike

Faye valentine having sex it spike

Yep, have you read it yet? Actually I just did. What do you think of it so far? I think the reviews say it all. I just wanted to make sure you're giving me credit for what's rightfully mine. Chapter 2 "Oh Christ will the two of you get off your lazy asses for once! There's work to be done in the hanger and I could do with a hand," Jet scolded as he wincingly gazed down at the sight before him in the living room. There they were, the two sloth of the Bebop, both sprawled out on their respective couches.

Spike lay on his stomach in his familiar spot on the tattered yellow sofa, a cigarette shifting from side to side in his mouth, its smoke filling the air in all its toxic glory. Faye on the other hand had her legs crossed over an arm of the chair, her arms doing the same, and a half empty bottle of McCormick's resting nicely on her lap as the television played on with neither tuning into the program. Spike smiled at the small curse and returned his thoughts to Never-Never land until he heard her sigh.

That small noise, an indicator of her incredulous ennui, had his mind racing back to events of yesterday in the hanger. She was on the brink of screaming his name in rapture had they not been interrupted. Maybe it was for the better, but all Spike knew at that time was he wanted Faye, he wanted her in his bed, in his arms. As she sits there, so serene for a change, she has him thinking about the endless ways he could please her, but why?

The woman had been nothing but a nuisance since she came aboard, barking orders and wasting his well earned bounty on gambling and shit, so why had she become such a prominent figure in his life now, and why did he want her to stay?

The instant he touched her, her heart began a maddening race. Her body belonged to him, and she despised herself for ever allowing her heart to feel for anyone, especially a man, and a man like Spike Spiegel. Fighting the blush that crept up her face, Faye could only swear an "asshole" under her breath as she knew the words spoken were so damn true.

I know Faye, I'm as lazy and ungrateful as you can get. But he had a point; he's always there preparing meals, getting bounties to put such meals on the table for the greedy bunch, and on top of it all he fixes any damage done to their ships during a mission.

Call him fricking mother hen if you like, but the man has been there for his crew, the least they could do is give him a hand when he needs it. Besides, I've got a couple of things I need to get for the Swordfish so we'll be docking off by the nearest gate we meet. Thanks though," and he continued his fiddling with the ship. A good soak is always good for the mind as she had a lot of baggage that needed to be sorted out. Usually she's soaking with a Cosmo magazine, but today the only thing she'd be reading is her thoughts.

The man's a jackass. Let this be your new mantra. A no good, lazy, incredibly sexy and well toned…jackass. God, Spike get out of my mind! Why do you continually evade my thoughts like this, confusing me more and more with your intoxicating kiss? That kiss…did it mean anything?

Will anything we share mean anything? She expired a breath she hadn't realized she was holding and drowned her sorrows in the draining water as she ended her bath, coming to the conclusion that Spike is not a man to love, nor wants to be love. He wanted her physically, to hold and feel and touch her like lover's do, without the emotional attachment to it all. No, emotions are too messy, and they get people killed. It almost killed him, and it had shred her heart into pieces the day she thought he wasn't coming back for good.

Now Faye's not one to be held in her partner's arms after sex, no, she's pure self-sufficiency. Good day, good night, be gone. No fairytale wedding, no happily ever after. A reality they both lived and breathed in, one they didn't want to change.

Life was too complicated to be harboured by meaningless things such as love; that's the belief they shared, at least she shared at a point in time. So…what was happening to Miss Independent? I don't know where she is Spiegel, she came a while ago and left," Jet brushed him off.

At least Faye had the decency to ask if he wanted help. Nope, not this unappreciative bastard. As smoothly as he came, he left and took to the hallways to see if she'd be in her room. He heard when the tap came off in the bathroom as he passed it, and knew it could only be one person.

The idea of her being naked behind the metallic door he was now boring a hole through with his eyes was exhilarating as it was perverted. But he could care less what anyone thought, he knew he was a first-class pervert.

The door made a 'whoosh' as it opened revealing a damp and slightly flustered Valentine. He'd been plaguing her mind the entire bath and here he stood before her, slouched as usual with his thumbs strapped onto the belt lacings of his pants.

Before another sound was made Spike rammed her back into the bathroom like a predator, locking the door behind them as he took her mouth in his again. Falling into place her legs wrapped themselves around his waist as he lifted her to support herself on the rim of the sink. Hands roamed wildly over her breasts, cupping them beneath the comfort of the cotton robe.

They'd been denied his pleasing on their last encounter, he wasn't about to let that happen again. But first, let the torture begin. Spike pinned her hands above her head as he ravished her neck with soft kisses and nibbles, savouring the moans that escaped with each breath she took. The lavender scent was just as enticing as the jasmine was refreshing the last time he took to her neck.

Did all women really smell this good? He'd remember Julia wearing faint scents of the expensive perfumes Vicious would buy her, yet the quality could not compare to the natural oils that engulfed Faye's body, the scent the driving force of his animalistic instincts. Why is he doing this to me? Faye wanted desperately to run her hands through those mossy tresses and cling onto them for dear life as he built up this pressure, this need, in the pit of stomach. It was sending her frenzied with bliss.

Eventually her wish as granted as he released her hands to lightly remove the fabric that held onto her shoulders. He gave but one kiss to the spot where the robe was, and multiplied it as he removed the other sleeve from her.

Her torso was now bare to him, to his eyes only. He had often wondered how many men have seen these devout breasts that rose and fell with the smallest of heart beats.

He'd never see her bring back any to the Bebop, nor did she check into a motel if they docked off on a satellite. In any event she was his now and that grim satisfaction was enough to fuel his hunger for her body more.

Reaching down he allowed the pad of his thumb to finish where it had left off. He received a whimper in response as the tiny mounds rose to the touch of his course hand onto them. Making small circles on and around them earned his head a tight pull from Faye's hands as she bit down hard on her bottom lip in fear that Jet or Ed may hear her cries. Any second now she was sure she'd draw blood. Feeling them harden beneath his fingertips was divine.

Feeling them soften in his mouth would prove to be sweeter. As planned he took one nipple in his mouth still strumming the other with his hand. Her eyes were closed tight now, her grip on his hair even tighter.

She didn't want him to know how good it felt to have him like this, but her mouth betrayed her as she allowed the words to escape her lips.

For now he would have this power over her, but how long will she permit it to continue? His tongue rolled and flicked over that taunt nipple, reducing it to its soft pink self. Her throaty moans made Spike want to test and tease her more, but he'd save that for another time. For now, his job was done. Kissing it one last time he removed himself from her bosom and stepped back with a sleek grin across his face.

He watched her flustered expression shift from a greedy want and need to raw confusion as he slowly exited the bathroom, back first, and with a wave he'd opened and shut the door leaving her behind to soak in idyllic memories. He made her pay for her actions at the hanger, just as promised.

When the reality hit her that he'd left her sitting on the bathroom sink, half exposed and thirsty for more of him, did Faye spring up and gather herself before dashing off to find him.

She had questions, he had the answers. He stopped, but never turned to face her. Faye could only stand there in the hallway as the data processed in her head. He wants to sleep with you Faye, and you want the same. God how pathetic can two people really get, to have to settle for such fucked up souls as us? With her newfound conclusion Faye resumed to her room to dress and ponder some more on whether or not he was serious about what he said, and if she was serious enough to take him up on his offer.

Dinner was eaten in silence, earning them both strange glances from Jet. Ed, she could care less what was going on between Spikey-person and Faye-Faye. C'mon you two, fess up," the bass voice asked breaking the sickening silence of the room. Now, since when do you listen to your mama? By the way, all the sticks I smoke are gonna kill me already; I could do without the high cholesterol. Her brief smile was reflected in his eyes, and made him wonder if she'd really taken him on his offer.

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Faye valentine having sex it spike

Yep, have you read it yet? Actually I just did. What do you think of it so far? I think the reviews say it all. I just wanted to make sure you're giving me credit for what's rightfully mine. Chapter 2 "Oh Christ will the two of you get off your lazy asses for once! There's work to be done in the hanger and I could do with a hand," Jet scolded as he wincingly gazed down at the sight before him in the living room. There they were, the two sloth of the Bebop, both sprawled out on their respective couches.

Spike lay on his stomach in his familiar spot on the tattered yellow sofa, a cigarette shifting from side to side in his mouth, its smoke filling the air in all its toxic glory. Faye on the other hand had her legs crossed over an arm of the chair, her arms doing the same, and a half empty bottle of McCormick's resting nicely on her lap as the television played on with neither tuning into the program.

Spike smiled at the small curse and returned his thoughts to Never-Never land until he heard her sigh.

That small noise, an indicator of her incredulous ennui, had his mind racing back to events of yesterday in the hanger. She was on the brink of screaming his name in rapture had they not been interrupted. Maybe it was for the better, but all Spike knew at that time was he wanted Faye, he wanted her in his bed, in his arms.

As she sits there, so serene for a change, she has him thinking about the endless ways he could please her, but why? The woman had been nothing but a nuisance since she came aboard, barking orders and wasting his well earned bounty on gambling and shit, so why had she become such a prominent figure in his life now, and why did he want her to stay?

The instant he touched her, her heart began a maddening race. Her body belonged to him, and she despised herself for ever allowing her heart to feel for anyone, especially a man, and a man like Spike Spiegel.

Fighting the blush that crept up her face, Faye could only swear an "asshole" under her breath as she knew the words spoken were so damn true. I know Faye, I'm as lazy and ungrateful as you can get. But he had a point; he's always there preparing meals, getting bounties to put such meals on the table for the greedy bunch, and on top of it all he fixes any damage done to their ships during a mission.

Call him fricking mother hen if you like, but the man has been there for his crew, the least they could do is give him a hand when he needs it.

Besides, I've got a couple of things I need to get for the Swordfish so we'll be docking off by the nearest gate we meet. Thanks though," and he continued his fiddling with the ship. A good soak is always good for the mind as she had a lot of baggage that needed to be sorted out. Usually she's soaking with a Cosmo magazine, but today the only thing she'd be reading is her thoughts.

The man's a jackass. Let this be your new mantra. A no good, lazy, incredibly sexy and well toned…jackass. God, Spike get out of my mind! Why do you continually evade my thoughts like this, confusing me more and more with your intoxicating kiss?

That kiss…did it mean anything? Will anything we share mean anything? She expired a breath she hadn't realized she was holding and drowned her sorrows in the draining water as she ended her bath, coming to the conclusion that Spike is not a man to love, nor wants to be love. He wanted her physically, to hold and feel and touch her like lover's do, without the emotional attachment to it all. No, emotions are too messy, and they get people killed.

It almost killed him, and it had shred her heart into pieces the day she thought he wasn't coming back for good. Now Faye's not one to be held in her partner's arms after sex, no, she's pure self-sufficiency. Good day, good night, be gone. No fairytale wedding, no happily ever after. A reality they both lived and breathed in, one they didn't want to change. Life was too complicated to be harboured by meaningless things such as love; that's the belief they shared, at least she shared at a point in time.

So…what was happening to Miss Independent? I don't know where she is Spiegel, she came a while ago and left," Jet brushed him off. At least Faye had the decency to ask if he wanted help. Nope, not this unappreciative bastard. As smoothly as he came, he left and took to the hallways to see if she'd be in her room. He heard when the tap came off in the bathroom as he passed it, and knew it could only be one person.

The idea of her being naked behind the metallic door he was now boring a hole through with his eyes was exhilarating as it was perverted. But he could care less what anyone thought, he knew he was a first-class pervert. The door made a 'whoosh' as it opened revealing a damp and slightly flustered Valentine. He'd been plaguing her mind the entire bath and here he stood before her, slouched as usual with his thumbs strapped onto the belt lacings of his pants.

Before another sound was made Spike rammed her back into the bathroom like a predator, locking the door behind them as he took her mouth in his again.

Falling into place her legs wrapped themselves around his waist as he lifted her to support herself on the rim of the sink. Hands roamed wildly over her breasts, cupping them beneath the comfort of the cotton robe. They'd been denied his pleasing on their last encounter, he wasn't about to let that happen again. But first, let the torture begin.

Spike pinned her hands above her head as he ravished her neck with soft kisses and nibbles, savouring the moans that escaped with each breath she took.

The lavender scent was just as enticing as the jasmine was refreshing the last time he took to her neck. Did all women really smell this good? He'd remember Julia wearing faint scents of the expensive perfumes Vicious would buy her, yet the quality could not compare to the natural oils that engulfed Faye's body, the scent the driving force of his animalistic instincts.

Why is he doing this to me? Faye wanted desperately to run her hands through those mossy tresses and cling onto them for dear life as he built up this pressure, this need, in the pit of stomach. It was sending her frenzied with bliss. Eventually her wish as granted as he released her hands to lightly remove the fabric that held onto her shoulders.

He gave but one kiss to the spot where the robe was, and multiplied it as he removed the other sleeve from her. Her torso was now bare to him, to his eyes only.

He had often wondered how many men have seen these devout breasts that rose and fell with the smallest of heart beats. He'd never see her bring back any to the Bebop, nor did she check into a motel if they docked off on a satellite.

In any event she was his now and that grim satisfaction was enough to fuel his hunger for her body more. Reaching down he allowed the pad of his thumb to finish where it had left off.

He received a whimper in response as the tiny mounds rose to the touch of his course hand onto them. Making small circles on and around them earned his head a tight pull from Faye's hands as she bit down hard on her bottom lip in fear that Jet or Ed may hear her cries. Any second now she was sure she'd draw blood. Feeling them harden beneath his fingertips was divine. Feeling them soften in his mouth would prove to be sweeter. As planned he took one nipple in his mouth still strumming the other with his hand.

Her eyes were closed tight now, her grip on his hair even tighter. She didn't want him to know how good it felt to have him like this, but her mouth betrayed her as she allowed the words to escape her lips. For now he would have this power over her, but how long will she permit it to continue? His tongue rolled and flicked over that taunt nipple, reducing it to its soft pink self. Her throaty moans made Spike want to test and tease her more, but he'd save that for another time.

For now, his job was done. Kissing it one last time he removed himself from her bosom and stepped back with a sleek grin across his face. He watched her flustered expression shift from a greedy want and need to raw confusion as he slowly exited the bathroom, back first, and with a wave he'd opened and shut the door leaving her behind to soak in idyllic memories.

He made her pay for her actions at the hanger, just as promised. When the reality hit her that he'd left her sitting on the bathroom sink, half exposed and thirsty for more of him, did Faye spring up and gather herself before dashing off to find him. She had questions, he had the answers. He stopped, but never turned to face her. Faye could only stand there in the hallway as the data processed in her head. He wants to sleep with you Faye, and you want the same.

God how pathetic can two people really get, to have to settle for such fucked up souls as us? With her newfound conclusion Faye resumed to her room to dress and ponder some more on whether or not he was serious about what he said, and if she was serious enough to take him up on his offer.

Dinner was eaten in silence, earning them both strange glances from Jet. Ed, she could care less what was going on between Spikey-person and Faye-Faye. C'mon you two, fess up," the bass voice asked breaking the sickening silence of the room. Now, since when do you listen to your mama? By the way, all the sticks I smoke are gonna kill me already; I could do without the high cholesterol. Her brief smile was reflected in his eyes, and made him wonder if she'd really taken him on his offer.

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  1. His tongue rolled and flicked over that taunt nipple, reducing it to its soft pink self. When the reality hit her that he'd left her sitting on the bathroom sink, half exposed and thirsty for more of him, did Faye spring up and gather herself before dashing off to find him. Her throaty moans made Spike want to test and tease her more, but he'd save that for another time.

  2. For now, his job was done. Damn it if I don't kick their asses out my damn ship now!

  3. She stroked his hair tenderly lulling them both to sleep, but she didn't rest for long as now her fantasy was fulfilled and it was time to go back to the real world, a world where she was a Roma, he was a lone cowboy, and neither was suppose to love the other. She didn't want him to know how good it felt to have him like this, but her mouth betrayed her as she allowed the words to escape her lips.

  4. The idea of her being naked behind the metallic door he was now boring a hole through with his eyes was exhilarating as it was perverted.

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