Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ Chaos ❯ Healing Begun ( Chapter 6 )

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

Chaos

By: S-chan

Chapter 6

Later that night, after a fairly silent dinner of instant ramen, everyone aboard the Bebop went to bed early. Only there was a problem and that was that two of them couldn't sleep. Spike, for one, hadn't even bothered with trying. He just paced around his room, muttering almost derangedly to himself - even Ed had given up on trying to bring him out of it. Angel was curled up on the couch with Ein, who was snoring, trying to sleep. But she was so exhausted - both mentally and physically, not to mention emotionally - that sleep was impossible. Her mind was doing crazy things to her.

Finally after shifting around again and groaning in frustration, she gave up completely on the idea of sleep. She got up carefully, trying to avoid disturbing her furry sleeping buddy, and went to splash some water on her face to clear her head out. When that didn't work, she thought maybe a steaming shower would help. She turned on the water and waited until steam filled the bathroom, fogging the mirror. Already the heat was helping to relax her.

The scent of strawberry filled the air as she washed and conditioned her hair. She took her time in rinsing, then in scrubbing herself all over with exfoliator. For some odd reason, the stuff wasn't bringing back so many bad memories, as it had the first night she came here. When she stepped out of the shower, about an hour later, she was practically glowing.

She took a fine-tooth comb and dried her hair nearly straight, with only a few soft, natural waves. A flatiron that Faye had fried her hair with (and promptly thrown a fit about) made her hair completely straight - a satiny cascade of silken sandy-gold strands. With the waves out of her hair, it fell to her mid-thighs, where before it fell to her waist. Feeling clean, relieved, and relaxed, she opened the door and...

... Ran straight into Spike.

"Oh! I'm sorry!" she exclaimed in a hushed voice. "I didn't mean to---"

Her voice trailed off as she got a look at Spike's face.

"It's alright," he said quietly, scratching his head nervously.

"So you couldn't sleep either?" she asked shyly.

Spike shook his head, his eyes half-closed.

"I wanted to talk to you," he said, his voice a little shaky and unsure.

"What is it?" asked Angel, getting uneasy about the look in his eyes.

He shook his head.

"I don't want to wake everybody up," he whispered. "Come with me."

Carefully, Spike wrapped one arm around Angel's thin shoulders, pulling her close to his side and holding her there protectively. Silently, he led her to his room, trying to send her the message that nothing was going to hurt her now. Even so, Angel froze when she first saw his bed. Spike could feel her shaking and knew exactly what she was afraid of. He removed his arm from her shoulders, turned around and took her hands in his.

"Angel, I know some terrible things happened to you at that awful place," he said in a low, deep voice, looking into her pretty, jewel-like eyes. "And nothing like that will ever happen to you again... You're safe with me."

Angel bit her lip, looking down at her hands - they were almost covered completely by Spike's larger ones.

"I love you," he said softly, squeezing her hands gently and bringing her out of her confused trance. "And I want to show you how much I love you."

Angel froze, her heart racing.

"But---" she sputtered.

Spike pulled her hands to his heart.

"I won't touch you if you don't want me to," he promised her, his voice low, rumbling up from deep in his chest - it made her want to trust him at his word. "If you want, I can just hold you tonight. You'll always be warm and safe in my arms... I promise, I won't let anything happen to you, from here on out... You're my baby."

Angel's hands fisted in his shirt and she fell aginst his chest, taking deep, heavy breaths to keep from bursting into tears and ruining everything - the mood, etc... Spike bowed his head so that he could rest his forehead on her silky hair. He released her hands and wrapped his arms around her, his tension eased by the warmth of her body pressed against his.

"But if you say yes, I can show you what it really means to make love," he whispered into her hair, wondering if this was real or just a sweet, wonderful dream that he never wanted to awaken from. "I'll be gentle. It'll be all about you, sweetheart. I'll make it so good, so sweet for you that you purr like a kitten... Please honey, let me make love to you, even if it's not tonight."

"Will you take it slow?" Angel asked timidly, blushing into Spike's shirt.

"Of course," replied Spike, his voice husky. "Anyway, it'll take me awhile to kiss you all over."

He pulled back and quirked an eyebrow, winking at her.

"Then... yes," said Angel, her voice quiet but determined.

"You'll be moaning in ecstasy all night," Spike promised, nuzzling into her throat. "I intend to have you screaming my name by the time I'm done with you."

Carefully, as if handling a delicate porcelain doll, he swept Angel up in his arms and held her close. Wide green eyes blinked up at him, sparkling and catlike - perfect emeralds glimmering in the moonlight. He gave her a gentle smile before closing his eyes and laying a tender kiss on her lips, taking it slowly and giving her time to tell him to stop if she needed to. Though at first Angel was a little scared, she soon relaxed into his kiss.

Angel couldn't remember ever having been kissed like that, so gentle and caring. She had never been with a man whose touch was so tender. Her customers had always been pushy and demanding, never caring about her comfort. Sometimes they would kiss her so hard that they left her lips bruised and painful. Spike's kiss was more like a soft caress on her mouth. His tongue parted her lips gently, slipping between them to dance a slow, loving dance with hers. She slid her tongue between his lips in tentative answer to his. When she tasted the flavor of his mouth, she gave a nearly-inaudible moan.

It was then that she realized the fact she had been toying with since her arrival on the Bebop - she had never been with a real man until now. He loved her and she him. Right now, nothing outside the privacy of Spike's bedroom even existed to them. They were in there own world and right then, everything in it and about it was perfection. For right now, she could forget about her past in that awful place. Her virginity had been stolen from her when she was sixteen in that place, but now she could start over. Now she was freely giving herself to the man who had literally and emotionally saved her life, the man she loved. She never wanted the moment to end.

All too soon, Spike retreated back to his own mouth, coaxing her to follow. When her tongue obliged, his lips closed softly around it. She gasped as he tenderly suckled her tongue, moans rumbling from deep in his chest. Releasing her steel-trap grip on his shirt, she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. Within half a minute, they had to separate for air.

"Did you like that?" asked Spike, panting.

Angel nodded, temporarily unable to speak.

"It'll be even better when we're actually in bed," Spike assured her, earning a happy sigh.

Gently, he laid her down on the bed, then took off his jacket and dropped it - oh well, there was another heap of cloth on the floor for Ein to sleep on, as if he would want to tonight... The ratty old black tie landed God-knows-where. The top two buttons of his shirt were already undone, as they pretty much always were. After slipping out of his shoes and socks, Spike slid up on the bed beside Angel with the predatory grace of a panther.

Angel lay sprawled out on Spike's rumpled bed, one arm thrown over her head like a model in a magazine ad. The other was bent at the elbow so that her hand lay curled by her face. One leg was bent at the knee, her foot flat on the bed while the other lay stretched out. Her straight, strawberry-scented hair fanned out like a silk blanket. Wearing Spike's oversized white shirt, which made her look even smaller and thinner, her appearance was both innocent and seductive.

'She looks like a centerfold...' thought Spike, caressing Angel's upper inner thigh with one hand and making her squirm.

He had certainly seen his share of magazines, but that one living image of Angel laying before him, waiting, blew them all away - he made up his mind to throw out his collection tomorrow.

"Beautiful," he murmured, shifting so that he was halfway on top of her. "You're so beautiful, my sweet Angel..."

She smiled, catlike emerald eyes sparkling at him from behind twin fringes of long, smoky-black eyelashes. Moving slowly, trying not to scare her or jostle her, Spike leaned down to give her a soft, quick kiss on the tip of her nose. Tenderly, he nuzzled it with his own.

"My love... my angel... my baby..." he purred, kissing all over her face and neck between phrases. "I love you... forever..."

Supporting most of his weight on one arm, he brought his other hand up to caress the graceful curve of her throat. Trailing it downwards to the buttons of her shirt, he let his mouth follow his hand's path. His lips teased the sensitive skin as they passed over it. Working fingers, lips and teeth together, he took care of the buttons one by one. In only about half a minute, he was kissing her newly-exposed belly. Her skin was soft and smooth, like some kind of exquisitely warm silk beneath his lips. To many people, Spike Spiegel appeared hardened, sarcastic, maybe even uncaring - but to Angel, he was a passionate and gentle lover. His main focus was her comfort and pleasure.

Carefully, as if unwrapping a fragile gift, Spike parted the two sides of Angel's shirt - really his shirt, but at that moment, he couldn't care less. His breath caught for a moment when the rest of her small, lean body was revealed to his eyes. In his eyes, she was perfect, everything about her beautiful. Angel's unbruised cheek turned a pretty shade of dusty rose-pink. Her self-consciousness died an instant death when Spike dipped his head down to taste her right breast. He lapped at the tight little tip with long, slow strokes. She moaned and arched into his caresses. When he took the little pink bud in his mouth, suckling gently, his hand came to play with its twin. A low groan came from deep in her throat.

"That's right, sweetheart," Spike whispered into her breast, his hot breath making her skin tingle pleasantly in a new way. "Make all kinds of noises for me... So sweet... mmm... So sexy... I love to hear you, baby..."

Angel writhed beneath Spike's warm body and tender touches, her head tilted back, eyes fluttering and lips parted. Spike kissed a wet path to her left breast, the tip already hard and rosy, pulling his hand away. Angel's eyes fell closed in contentment as he began to nurse tenderly on the already-sensitive tip. She tangled her hands in his hair, trying to hold him where he was. His mouth continued to elicit blissful moans and soft sounds. Angel's whole body was shuddering, her back arched like a drawn bow. She was going crazy waiting for her release.

"Uhh... ohh..." she moaned, one hand sliding down to clutch at Spike's shirt. "Please... uhh... Spike... Don't tease me... 's so cruel..."

"I'm only being cruel to be kind, my sweetheart," Spike countered gently. "Be patient. You can always get me back for it... Do whatever you want with me. Tease me. Toy with me. Tie me..."

He lifted his mouth and hand from her breasts and eased his arms around her, holding her tight against his chest. For a moment he waited for her shudders to subside. Her hands clutched frantically at his shirt and she hid her face in the curve of his shoulder. She took a deep breath, inhaling the soothing scent of his cologne and the pleasantly unique scent of his skin. Spike slid one hand inside her shirt and ran it gently up and down her back. He smiled as he felt her arms tightening around him and she cuddled against his chest. With a soft chuckle, he bowed his head, kissing all over the soft skin of her shoulders.

"Spike!" protested Angel, giggling and squirming reflexively against him. "Don't!"

Spike looked down at her, leaning down to lay butterfly kisses on the tip of her nose.

"That tickles!" she squeaked, wrinkling her nose.

"I know," replied Spike, smiling mischievously at her. "It's supposed to."

With that he buried his face in the softness of her neck, kissing along the curve of her jugular. Angel shrieked at the suddenness of it, tangling her hands in his wild green hair, trying to pull him away from her sensitive skin. At the sharp pain in his scalp, Spike lifted his head and looked at Angel. His mismatched eyes sparkled in playful reproach.

"Oh, come on sweetheart," he coaxed. "Won't you let me kiss all over you?"

He fluttered his fingers over her stomach, eliciting an indignant "meep!".

"You know, it's going to tickle either way," he purred in a deep voice, winking lasciviously at her. "Whether you go ahead and let me or I have to hold you down and kiss you 'til you can't see straight."

Angel shivered pleasantly in his arms, her jewel-like eyes glittering in the starlight coming in through the window of his room. She batted her eyelashes charmingly at him and nuzzled into his neck, making a soft "mmm" sound as she settled in. Strong arms tightened around her and Spike quickly turned over on his back.

"Hurry," he whispered in a mock-warning tone, cupping her bottom with the palm of his hand and stroking it gently. "I'm about to choose for you..."

Lightly running his hands up her sides, he brought them to rest on her shoulders. In a motion so fast she had no time to react, he slid his shirt off her shoulders. Angel blushed prettily and pressed herself against Spike's body, once more hiding her face. Her hair fanned over her back, offering only tempting glimpses of her rear.

Spike felt her hot breath on his chest as she whispered something into his shirt that he couldn't quite distinguish. Wrapping his arms tightly around her again, he turned on his stomach, careful not to hurt her. Spike was lanky, but it just meant that his warm, well-muscled body pressed down more gently on Angel's slight form. She made a pleased "mmm" sound and shifted comfortably beneath him. She felt safe and secure, surrounded by his strength.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't understand you," he murmured, nuzzling his lips against her ear lobe, drawing it in to suckle for a second.

He shifted off her for a moment, smiling curiously.

"Your shirt," Angel said softly. "The buttons are hurting my face..."

Spike kissed her unbruised cheek and turned on his back, stretching out beside her and lacing his hands behind his head.

"Then by all means, get rid of it," he purred, looking and sounding for all the world like a happy tiger.

Angel giggled and sat up, tucking her legs under her.

"Just wait a second," she whispered in his ear. "Close your eyes."

Spike's mismatched eyes fell half-closed, giving him an innocent, sleepy look with his tousled hair and lovestruck smile. Though he appeared completely content and relaxed, he was actually on his guard. He was fully alert, watching Angel's movements like a hawk. Pressing a soft, gentle kiss to Spike's peacefully smiling lips, Angel put a hand over his eyes.

"Uh-uh," she said teasingly, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. "I mean all the way."

Dragging it out to be almost painfully slow, Angel took care of each button one at a time, her mouth following the path of her hands. Spike writhed at her touches, at the little kisses she pressed to his bare chest and belly. Angel looked up at his face when she heard a soft noise to see his eyes squeezed shut, his lips slightly parted. Talented lips and tongue played havoc with Spike's nerves, teasing him, driving him wild.

"Angel..." he whispered, panting hard. "Like you said... teasing is cruel..."

"Just being cruel to be kind, sweetie," she mimicked, caressing his chest and teasing the two small flesh-colored buds.

Spike threw his head back and cried out in ecstasy as a slender hand slipped between his legs to stroke him.