Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ A Moment In Time ❯ What's Love Gotta Do With It ( Chapter 12 )

I feel like I've been slacking off. Well at least I have an excuse! Basically I've had killer reports due at the last minute. And I had a case of the lonely blues. Yup, just sitting around all on my lonesome. Very depressing. So I took my lazy time with this chapter.

Disclaimer: Don't own CB or Whats Love Gotta Do With It By Tina Turner

Chapter Twelve:

Whats Love Gotta Do With It

Pulling away from the kiss, Faye's eyes open slowly. Keeping her eyes pinned to the floor, the look on her face couldn't be deciphered by Spike suddenly alert eyes. Keeping her eyes still on the floor Faye made her way onto her feet as she pulled a lock of hair behind her ear.

"I'm sorry I can't do this." Her eyes darted to his face for a second. Just enough to catch his gaze for the very short moment.

"What?" Shocked, Spike rose to his feet also. This had to be the last reaction he ever thought he would receive from Faye. He could see her shoulders tense up as the cold began to carry from the water.

Walking up to her he placed both hands on either of her shoulders as he very softly ran his fingers down her skin. He watched as a chill ran though her body.

You must understand

How the touch of your hand

Makes my pulse react

"Look how about we get away from here later? We'll go to dinner or something." Not letting his anticipation show on his face he masked it with his usual nonchalant facade.

"Only if your paying, Lunkhead." Letting a shy grin slip onto her lips she wrapped her slender fingers around Spike's hands as she slid them off of her shoulders. Turning on her heel, she walked into the Bebop, leaving Spike out in the cold.

Happy to be indoors Faye grabbed her cigarettes as she made her way to her room. Not without catching site of Audrey and Jet having a heated discussion in the kitchen though. Passing it off as unimportant she continued on her way.

Faye's P.O.V

Collapsing onto my bed, My mind raced with thoughts about what had just occurred. Spike kissed me and I rejected him. What the hell was I thinking? All I ever wanted was for him to kiss me while he wasn't under the influence of alcohol. He finally does, and I wig out.

I hated the fact that he had so much control over me. Physically and emotionally. I wanted control of the situation. But now, I don't even know what I want anymore. The situation with my parents is becoming more intriguing with everything else im learning. I just don't know.

The question of leaving the Bebop was always on my mind, and still is. There's a whole galaxy out there, and here I am on a hunk of junk floating through space, with the threat of starving to death hanging over my shoulders everyday.

Which is exactly why I let him take me out to dinner in the first place. Surprising as it was to hear something like that ever come out of his mouth. Or at least directed towards me. I needed to clear my mind. One evening of actual food to think to myself. Clear out my path. What I want. It was now or never. Plus, Spike was paying. What could be better than that?

It's physical

Only logical

You must try to ignore

That it means more then that

Leaning up I lit myself a cigarette as I made my way to my closet. Sliding it open I took a step back, examining it's contents. That's when the velvety blue shine of a dress in the back on my closet caught my eye. I took it off of the hangar as I pranced to my full length mirror on the door. Pinning my hair up with my right hand, my left hand held the dress up to my body as I admired the effect it gave me. Classy, yet hot.

Sliding off the top and bottom I had been wearing I made my way into the dress. Flattening it out I posed once more to make sure everything was satisfactory.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Leaning over the railing Spike gazed into the water below him. Flicking is collar up, he made his way back into the Bebop. Looking around and finding nobody in a considerable distance he made his way to Faye's room. Stopping front of the door he raised his fist, ready to knock.

Taking a deep breath he thought about everything he had been planning on the dock. About how he was just going to act casual. Letting his fist fall, the sound of flesh on wood went right through his ear drums as he could hear feet padding across the floor from inside.

With the creak of the door revealed possibly one of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Sure Faye was hot, but in a slutty ' I wanna fuck you right now' sort of lustful way. But now, she was classy. Elegant even. A true lady, just like Julia. She always had the air of sophistication around her.

A vision of his first meeting with Julia ran across his eyes. He was supposed to meet Vicious at the bar for something important he was told. Spotting his best friends white mane, he stood as he made his way through the crowd. Dressed in black pants and a scruffy blue tee Spike was at the zestful age of 18. His still boyish eyes shown with a lost look as they set upon the blonde woman latched onto Vicious's arm. Mouth slightly open, he was taken with her the moment she flashed him her mysterious smile.

Snapping back to reality, Spike found himself in Faye's room. She had twirled in her knee length dress, happiness illuminating off of her like a ray of sunlight. Giving herself one more check in the mirror she made her way over to Spike. Patting his buttock, she made something similar to a squealing noise as she raced out of the door with words like 'free food' and 'praise the lord' floated out of her mouth.

Letting his hands fall to his butt, a brilliant color of red washed over his face as he stumbled out of Faye's room. Turning the corner, Faye could be seen leaning against the door of the Bebop.

"Ready when you are, Cowboy." And with the seductive swing of her hips, she was out the door.

It may seem to you that I'm acting confused

When you're close to me

If I tend to look dazed, I've read it someplace

I've got cause to be

Patting his sure to be needed cigarettes in his pocket, Spike followed suit. Catching up with the woman in blue, both walked side by side in silence. Both talked about small things, like the weather and Jet's horrid cooking. Small laughs and smiles peeping onto their faces.

Finally catching the restaurant with her eye, Faye pointed ahead. Picking up their paces, they hurried inside away from the cold. Finally getting taken to a table, Spike pulled the chair out for Faye. Lifting an eyebrow, Faye sat and watched as Spike took a seat of his own.

"What's with the look?" Spike questioned rubbing his hands together before picking up the menu.

"Oh nothing. Just didn't know you knew how to be a gentlemen." Faye responded, picking up a menu of her own.

"There's a lot of things about me you don't know." Letting his eyes skim over the French words, the first thing to cross his mind was the overpriced food. Skipping over the Ganymede Sea rat, he picked his food for the night. Seeing that Faye was done also, both placed an order.

"Will you excuse me for a moment?" Getting up from her chair, Faye excused herself to the ladies room.

Letting his eyes linger on Faye's retreating figure, Spike looked around the building. There was an old couple in the far corner, and one loser to the right of him all by himself. Probably stood up.

'Seems like mostly couples' rolling his eyes, he leaned back into his chair awaiting the arrival of his date. Bored, Spike lit up. No sooner then taking a relaxing hit, he was tapped on the shoulder by a rather bulky man who pointed to a 'No Smoking' sign. Sighing, Spike put it out on the tray the man gave him.

No sooner then that, the food had arrived. Seeing Faye nowhere in sight he began to eat.

"Thanks for waiting." Looking up to see Faye pulling out her chair and sit again, Spike pointed to the chewed up food in his mouth.

Ignoring his rudeness, Faye became distracted by the expensive food placed in front of her. Practically scarfing their dinner down, Faye took a sip of wine as she prepared herself for her next question.

"..about what you said earlier. You know, about not knowing much about you," Spike's ceasing of shoving food into his already overstuffed mouth started when he heard her silky voice, "Why did you join the syndicate anyway, if you hate it so much?"

Faye knew that question was daring, but that never stopped her before. It was a sensible question. Not one to poke fun, but in a sense of sincerity.

I've been taking on a new direction

But I have to say

I've been thinking about my own protection

It scares me to feel this way

"There really isn't much of a story to tell. It's not like I was forced into it or my parents were murdered or any crap like that. I was young, and had no structure in my life. My parents were barely around, probably doing drugs or something. Not that they bothered with me or anything." Spike stopped to take a sip of his wine.

"One night at some wild party, Vicious introduced me to some of his 'friends'. He told me all about it, especially the money. Which was what I was desperately lacking at the time. Having nothing better to do I went along with my best friend for the ride. That's really about it." Shrugging his shoulders he continued staring into Faye's concerned eyes.

Warmth spread up his right limb, as his eyes revealed a white creamy hand atop of his own. She was caressing his skin with her thumb. Both leaned in slightly as their lips met once again that night. The kiss was slow, but powerful.

Pulling back for air, Spike watched as a ghost of a smile crept onto Faye's face. Asking for the check, they sat in silence.

Finally seeing their waiter Spike laid down the appropriate amount of woolongs on the table as they made their way back into the crisp night air. Linking arms they made their way back to the Bebop merrily. A chaste kiss delaying them every now and then.

Arriving at the Bebop, Faye turned to Spike, "Thanks. Really. Nobody's ever done this for me before." Spike leaned in to kiss her once more as he pushed the door open with his hand.

The shrill yell of Faye's voice as she cut the kiss short was enough for Spike to practically jump out of his skin.

"Oh my God, Spike! Jet's dead!"

Who needs a heart

When a heart can be broken?

I bet you weren't expecting that! Huh? Nobody ever kills Jet. So I thought, hey why don't I? Horrible I know, but it was a spur of the moment inspiration.

What I'm trying to do with this story is keep the main theme in check. Which is their mysterious pasts. If you ask me, I think the series should have more episodes having to do with the character development.

Rinoa-Heartilly-666: I know.. woot woot they are finally hooking up! Yay you love it, you really love it! Yup, we won't be hearing from her for quite some time.

SNK: Hehe, your review made me so happy!! Whelp, I thought the whole 'shutup' thing seemed real Spikey. Lol, I do the same thing all the time, I just reread the same thing over and over, it's crazy! Ha, the funny thing is I'm making the plot up as I go along, so the whole Faye's past thing popped into my head two seconds before I wrote it. I had something else originally planned but, hey thats the way the cookie crumbles. Thankss!!!

Candy Perversion: Eh It's okay, I haven't been on for awhile either and when I got on and had a review I has so excited!!

Kendra Luehr: Hehe , I hope thats good, because some episodes really sorta sucked. But yes, the plot does thicken!

Onlyindreams: Woot woot to that! Thanks for the review

James: Yup, Electra is gone with the wind. And Spike shall work his manly charm, as seen above!

Fingo Fate Of The Past: Thank you so much for that wonderful review. I love it when people give me constructive criticism, so I know how to fix my writing and improve. Also, I know that what your saying is true. Heh, what can I say? I'm just as lazy as the next person. I know it's not exactly ethical but I just had to speed it up or I'd be bored out of my mind writing this. Sorry about the minor mistakes.

You all have turned my frown upside down!

Hope you liked that chapter, and don't forget to review!

--BunnyBreath