Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ Blind Fetish ❯ Catch Me If You Can ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

A/N: All righty then! I'll continue this fic!


Info about the murder 'two years ago' will soon be announced--if anyone was wondering. ^_^


Warning: Lemon chapter.








Blind Fetish


TWO - Catch Me If You Can








"Prime suspect of the May 15, 2069 mass murder, Faye Valentine, had been arrested three days ago when she was found intoxicated at a nearby pub on Main Street. Sources say that somehow, last night she managed to escape the local police department's iron-vaulted jail cells without activating the alarm. A 2 million woolong reward is being given to anyone with information that could lead officials to her final arrest and persecution. Back to you Coen."


"Thank you Sara. Now in other news--"


"Dammit!" Spike swore, completely oblivious to the television as he threw his fists down on the coffee table.


"What are you yapping about now Spike?" Jet groaned, walking over to where Spike was sitting on the couch. He lightly sipped his coffee. Spike simply shot him a glare and didn't answer. Jet laughed. "Is this about that French guy again? Forget him, it's over. There's plenty more fish in the damn ocean."


"Are you kidding me?" Spike scoffed.


Jet shrugged. Spike was actually right. The ocean on Earth now was almost completely polluted by the industries. The case with the bounties was a much different situation.


"I didn't mean it literally you idiot. It's just an old expression. But the thing is, there are plenty of bounties out there. That one was only worth a couple mil," Jet reassured.


"You're right...but that isn't what's really bothering me. It's that girl..."


"With you, it's always a girl. You're like a male slut," Jet commented.


"It's not that, ya dumbass! It's just that...I see her where ever we go. It's like...she's following us or something."


"Or maybe you're just paranoid as hell. Not all women think of you as the Alpha Male."


"Jet, will you shut up about that for a second? My thoughts on women don't always necessarily involve sex," Spike argued, pulling out a cigarette from his shirt pocket. He placed it between his lips. "I just have this hunch about this one is all...actually no, it's not a hunch! I'm sure this girl's following us..."


Jet stood up. "Whatever Spike. When you get her in here, don't do it on the kitchen table, the tub, or my bed. Definitely not on my bed. I don't want any of your nasty fluids on my sheets. I just washed them yesterday," Jet grumbled as he set his cup down on the kitchen counter. "I'll be out getting some aspirin."


Before Spike could protest, Jet was out and the door was shut. He sighed.


Maybe I am a male slut, he thought, chewing absent-mindedly on the end of the unlit cigarette.




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" Oh god...they made me sound like a teleporting, half-brained alcoholic," Faye muttered, shutting off the miniature VidScreen. News nowadays was like watching a soap opera. It was nothing but exaggerated drama. In truth, she hadn't been drunk, and the "iron-vaulted jail cells" were actually simply barred by iron that had been used in the 20th century. Any criminal from this century would surely know how to escape from it...or else they weren't a criminal at all.


Faye glanced over at Ed's laptop, which was still on, by the way (despite the fact that Ed was asleep, face forward, next to it), and found that the spy camera was still on as well. She crouched down on her haunches and leaned forward, watching the solitary man on the screen. He was sprawled across the couch, his long, lanky legs on the coffee table with his socks off.


A smile curled on Faye's lips. She was always strangely attracted to men who liked being barefoot. She shook her head.


No, this is business. If I ever want to get away from that son of a bitch, I'm going to have to get every bounty before these fools get it, she told herself, pressing a key to turn the shot of the inside of the Bebop to another portion of the ship. It looked pretty cozy, but also terribly unkempt.


Well, what did she expect? It was a man's world.


As Faye examined the Bebop with the hidden camera that Ed had placed inside, something suddenly blocked her view of everything.


"Hey!" she growled rhetorically.


When the large blur moved back, Faye's eyes grew wide.


It was Spike Spiegel. Well, more like Spike Spiegel's eye, but it was more or less him. He probably had an excruciatingly good eye for things. How could he have possibly noticed a small, almost microchip-sized camera?


Faye's heart was thumping horribly in her chest as she watched him tap the camera, helpless as to what to do. Faye glanced out of the window of the van she rented and saw that Spike was staring right at her with a look of utter curiosity in his eyes. His brows were furrowed, and his face had the expression that looked as if he was thinking, "What the hell...?"


This is it! He found us out! she thought, with panic. She quickly ran over to where Ed was sleeping and shook her into consciousness. Well, if you hadn't been so obvious, sitting right out front...


"Ed! Ed, you have to wake up! I think the bounty hunter found us out!" Faye cried.


"Faye-Faye...Ed wants to sleep..." Ed murmured, curling into a ball before drifting off into sleep again.


Faye straightened up. She had tried waking the girl up once before and it never seemed to work no matter what she tried, so she put it on herself. Besides, she was a grown woman...and an experienced escaped convict at that (nothing she was proud of), so there was a major possibility that she could get away from this guy...right?


All right, Faye thought, with a feiry glint in her eye, let's go. Before long, Faye floored the gas pedal and was off, knowing that Mr. Spiegel was probably off somewhere close behind her by now. She knew from the moment she met him that he'd find out about her mischievious plans sooner or later.


And now was that time.


Behind her, she could feel the soft buzzing of another vehicle following. She shut her eyes for a moment, savoring the beginning of the chase, knowing it would come to an end in time. She hadn't been in a wild vehicle chase since she was 14, when she had been caught with her clandestine boyfriend by her father, and he came chasing after them the minute he laid his eyes on the poor boy.


But this was slightly different... Faye really needed to get away from him or she'll be spending the rest of her youth in prison, with a bunch of hormonally imbalanced women trying to screw her.


"Faye Valentine! I know it's you!" came a shout from behind. Faye laughed heartily.


"What of it?" she yelled back, freeing the steering wheel and grabbing the gun she had under her seat. She quickly loaded it and pointed it at his front wheel's direction. At the same time, she lifted a cigarette to her lips, igniting it with her lighter.


With the reflection from the sideview mirrors, she saw Spike's eyes widen as she fired her first shot in his direction.


"Hey! What the hell's your problem?" he cried, after dodging the bullet safely.


Faye smiled, "Oops! Did I do that? I was trying to get your wheel!"


"Bitch," Spike muttered, flooring his gas pedal until he was parallel to Faye's van. He rammed the side of the vehicle with his own.


Faye's smile disappeared. "Hey lunkhead! What do you think you're doing? This thing's rented!" Faye shouted. She began shooting at his wheels but only succeeded in perforating Spike's side doors. It was a good thing he got the car bullet proofed or else he would have never survived the shots.


Spike tapped his steering wheel with satisfaction. "Thanks for telling me."


Then without another word, he smashed his car against it's side again just as Faye's bullets ran out. Faye drove faster, hoping to out-drive him but it only gave him a better access to hit her van again, until she finally whirled out of control, crashing into a dead tree on the side of the road and tipping over.


"Shit--" Faye swore, before her emerald eyes disappeared from the road.


Dust and other debris flew up along with a small spark from the back of the van. Spike stopped his car and got out, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he slowly walked over to the ruined vehicle, the dust settling in his path. His eyes were rudely amused. If Faye had seen him, she would have smashed his nose in for that look.


Inside the van, Faye coughed and waved away the dust, shielding her eyes, helplessly watching the debris settle. Emerald met a pair of dark eyes, staring intently at her. She glared at him for a second before it was too painful to look in his direction.


"Did you have to do that?" Faye groaned.


"You wouldn't stop your van. What else could I do?" Spike asked, his voice almost sympathetic. Keyword: Almost.


"I have a kid in the back you idiot!" Faye growled, throwing her fists at him. He grabbed them instantly and held them between his larger hands. Her eyes flew up to his, still flustered and resentful.


"Well, you could've told me earlier, so I could've gotten her out," he responded with a smile.


How did he know she was a girl? Faye tugged her hands away from him and kicked her door open, nearly throwing him off balance. She rushed to the back of the van but found no one. She looked around frustrated, but there was no trace of Ed anywhere. Even the laptop was missing.


Could they have fallen out during the chase?


Spike followed Faye to the rear of the van and walked up from behind her. Faye only realized that she had a gun pressed against her back when the cool metal touched her the heated skin of her bare back. She couldn't help but gulp as Spike brought his lips close to her ear.


"Forget the kid for now. I need to have a little chat with you Missy," Spike murmured. Faye remained silent.


I can't die now...not yet...not when I'm so close! Faye thought, shutting her eyes tightly. If I could get this guy off--


Her thoughts ceased when she felt his hand slip into her shorts, seemingly searching for something.


She wriggled against him. "Asshole! What are you doing!? Get the hell off me!" she shouted, kneeing him in the crotch and giving him an upper cut with her elbow. Spike retaliated by twisting her arm back and pressing her knee up hard against the van with his leg. Spike swore under his breath at the pain in his crotch. Faye laughed, despite the fact that this really wasn't a good time to start laughing.


Spike cocked the gun and pressed it harder against her back as he stroked her pale skin. "Now, Miss Valentine, I don't think you wanna do that again."


"If you don't want me to do that again, get your hands out of there," Faye growled, her face mere inches from his.


Spike gave her a lopsided grin. "Don't worry about a thing. I have no intention of fucking you out here on the street. I'm just looking for your weapon." His hand found her small dagger and threw it on the ground. "Besides," he added. "If I wanted to force you into sex, I would have done it already, and you would have ended up liking it."


Faye found herself suddenly hating this man. She laughed bitterly. "Says who, bastard?" Spike grinned as he pressed her up against her van before she could utter another word between those full, red lips that Spike wanted to kiss so much.


"Says me. Shall I demonstrate?" Spike asked her bitterly. The look of amusement in his eyes seemed to mock her. Faye suddenly felt an obstrusion of privacy as fingers began probing her inner most private area. Her eyelashes fluttered open as her emerald eyes gazed into his with an almost horrendous look.


Spike pressed the gun to her navel as his fingers probed between her maroon panties and began caressing her womanhood in a way that caused Faye's words to get lost in her throat. She nearly passed out when he began playing with the small nub that caused her body to convulse so suddenly. It was a sharp kind of pleasure that she never experienced before, during foreplay, but from the way this guy was touching her, he was probably an expert on pleasure. She was suddenly shocked out of her thoughts and cried out when he began thrusting his fingers in and out of her, her hips bucking lustfully against his hand. She could feel the tingles rising in her body, the heat increasing at each thrust of his fingers. Faye whimpered slightly before she could stop herself. She felt the pits of her stomach become heavy, suddenly filling with the want for her rising sexual frustration to become satiated.


Dammit... she thought disappointedly. Why can't I control my own body?


When Faye found her words again she grasped the front of his shirt. "What...the fuck are you doing?" she hissed, hoping the lust in her eyes and voice weren't showing. Spike's erection had already become visible if someone were to look, but now, watching this stubborn, rebellious woman, helpless under his care was more than he could handle, and he nearly came in his pants just watching her.


Spike slipped his forefinger and middle finger deep inside her. "I'm proving you wrong love," he teased, stroking her cheek with the tip of the gun. "Now just stay put," he ordered, unbuttoning the front of her already revealing top. He watched as her ample breasts fell out of the opening of her tiny shirt, into his gaze, his eyes becoming clouded with more lust than before.


"Fuck you."


"That's what you'll be doing soon enough," Spike answered with a grin. He kicked up the dagger he had dropped on the ground, catching it with the hand that he was using on her. His hand still glistened with the remnants of her arousal. Faye drew in a deep breath as she watched him pull down her shorts and cut off her underwear, slightly puncturing her skin in the process. He leaned down and licked the crimson liquid, tasting the metallic substance against his tongue. With the gun now against her ribs, she couldn't really protest.


"You'll pay for this," Faye spat. Spike simply grinned at her before unzipping the front of his pants, allowing Faye's green eyes to see his large erection before pushing it into her wet opening. Faye gasped and her mouth flew open, giving Spike the opportunity to cover her mouth with his, as his hips began grinding against hers violently, making her understand that this was mostly for his pleasure. A hand lifted into her shirt as he stroked and cupped a breast before pinching the pert nipple. Faye moaned. He kissed her forcefully all the while, his tongue running in and out of her mouth while she was pressed up hard against her van, her body moving up and down as he pushed in and out of her rhythmically.


Spike tore his mouth away and stared into her eyes. She lifted a hand and slapped him so hard his face fell to the side. A darkening pink mark appeared on it. He turned back to her in an instant, his dark eyes showing vast emotion, but all she saw was the intensity as he began pounding harder into her velvety heat, causing her to grunt in frustration. She suddenly found her body beginning to react.


No...no, no, no, no, no!! Faye thought, panicked. She arched her back and wrapped her arms around his neck, biting her lip so as not to cry out his name. She couldn't respond to him! This was rape! She was most definitely not supposed to enjoy it!


A delicious grin covered Spike's face. "Didn't I tell you, you were going to enjoy it?" Spike reminded, his hard shaft still driving itself into her, her crevice becoming more and more wet at each thrust of his hips. She lifted her shapely legs around his waist as he dropped his gun and the dagger, running his calloused hands over her smooth bottom. Faye moaned, ignoring the fact that he was right. She was enjoying this...and since she was, it probably wasn't called rape anymore.


"Unh...gods...fuck you, Spiegel...I hate you..." Faye moaned. Spike kissed her to shut her up, and inevitably, she began kissing him back, her mouth moving hard against his as their tongues began pushing at each other in abiding frustration. Spike suddenly lost his senses when he came into her with a hot white blast. A long groan escaped his lips.


In the end, Faye couldn't help but scream only his name.














A/N: Lemon so soon? Okay, so I decided to continue it...what do ya think? Some changes will probably be made and...yes, other things... First of all, you probably think they rushed into this and that Faye is a little whore, but mind you!! She's NOT!! I assure you, there will be a definite answer to this situation... Oh, and you're also probably wondering what happened to Ed... You'll see...