Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ Days Off ❯ Days Off ( Chapter 1 )

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Days Off

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"You, need a day off." They always accused Vicious.

Well, now Vicious would get his day off. He walked into the bar. A dark secluded place, it reminded him of his room. Except in there you'd trip over things. He quietly sat down in a barstool in front of the bar. The tender walked over to him wiping a glass with a not so clean looking dishtowel.

"What'll it be?" The tender asked as he put his hands on the bar.

"Jack Daniels and a Smirinoff." Vicious told him.

"Ice?"

Vicious hardly shook his head, but enough for the barkeep to register that he didn't want any. The tender was about to pour it into a glass when Vicious interrupted and motioned that he wanted the whole bottle. The bartender nodded and slid the two bottles in front of him. Vicious started to look around the room.

He was hoping he could relax without many people around. His hopes and wishes were answered as he looked around and didn't see very many people. There was a scruffy trucker getting himself drunk and talking to a girl that looked no older than 16. There were three old men in the middle playing cards. There was what looked like a old dancefloor off to the side. There were no lights, no one over there, and the floor had been reduced to almost ruble.

There were two other men sitting, talking, and pointing over at something in the other corner. Vicious curiously followed the trail that his finger was pointed and saw a lone woman sitting in the corner in the shadows. From what Vicious could make out she had bright red/purple hair. He couldn't see her eyes because she was wearing small shades with oval dark purple lenses. It looked to him like she was wearing black leather and a men's trench coat.

Vicious smiled. Even women were into that sort of thing now. Vicious turned back to the two men that were pointing and found that one of them were approaching the girl. She seemed to be ignoring him, but knew he was there. Vicious smirked and turned around. This might be worth watching. He took a drink of his JD and watched on.

The scruffy man sat across from her in the table. Vicious had to lean to the right a little to see around him. The man wasn't there for any longer than two minutes when the table was thrown violently against him. The guy fell backwards in the chair. Vicious started grinning. Taking a day away from those fools wasn't such a bad idea. He needed to do it more often.

The other man he had been talking to and the guy that was talking to the 16 year old had both got up and were walking toward her. The girl was now standing, ready for a blow. The first men came up in front of her. He got kicked in the face twice and thrown back wards. The other man came up behind her before she could turn around and he put his arm around her neck.

His other hand traveled where it wanted. Where it wanted were some places that Vicious hadn't touched in a while. The woman's sunglasses were now on the floor and when Vicious saw her eyes a realization hit him. He couldn't remember who she was, but he knew he had atleast seen her. She kind of looked like Thorn. Yes, that's it, Thorn, one of his comrade's old girlfriends.

Vicious snorted and slowly got up. He took his precious time to walk over to the man. He was wondering why he was even going over there. To interrupt, or to get a better look. He answered his own question when he tapped the man on the shoulder. The man turned around and WHAM! The trucker was on the ground. Unfortunately, Thorn was brought down with him.

The other two men, who had regained their senses, walked over. The two ganged up on vicious. Both of them swung at the same time, but hit nothing but air. Vicious somehow ended up behind them and helped Thorn up. She was still trying to register who he was because she didn't get a good look at his face yet.

When she saw the white hair she was thinking `Vicious.' but when he sliced one of the men in half with a katana she was sure it was him. She thought about running. He never really liked her so maybe running wouldn't be a bad idea. But, then again he never really got to know her. He never really got to know anyone except for Mao, Spike, and Julia.

The other man he easily took down. Vicious stared down at her with his usual cold stare. She kept her eyes on him, but worked on getting her leg out from under the guy he had hit. When she finally did Vicious offered a helping hand to get up. Thorn remembered what one of them had said `Never insult him' not taking his hand could be an insult so she slowly took his hand.

She was jerked up. Not carefully, but not violently either.

"What are you doing around here?" Vicious asked.

The icy tone sent shivers down her spine. He didn't sound -that- cold and distant when she went out with- she stopped herself from thinking his name. Him dying was enough, but her remembering old memories would hurt worse.

"I was drinking." Thorn said.

"That would be logical." Vicious told her.

Thorn nodded.

"Where are you going now?" Vicious asked as she began to walk over to the bar and the door.

"Getting another drink." Thorn said as she stopped at the bar.

Vicious remembered his drink and he walked over beside her. The tender shakily gave her a drink. Vicious hadn't heard what it was so he didn't know. Thorn sat down on the barstool.

"So, what are you doing around here?" Thorn asked, but didn't look at him.

"Taking a break."

"You still a dragon."

"I have a very high spot in it."

"I guess that's a good thing."

"What are you doing now?"

"Assassin."

"That would explain the wardrobe."

"Yeah." Thorn said.

She took another sip of her drink. Vicious took a whole swallow of his. Thorn's thoughts were somewhere on the lines of `Men are pigs.' Or more like `Dragons are pigs.'

"So where do you usually stay?" Vicious asked.

"At a friend's place or something." Thorn answered.

"Where are you staying tonight?"

"That's another reason why I'm here. No place to stay and nothing to do."

"You could stay at my place."

Thorn looked at him like he was crazy. Vicious smirked.

"You aren't the only one that has nothing to do." Vicious said.

Thorn narrowed her eyes at him. She thought about slapping him, but that would be worse than insulting him more than likely. She just didn't say anything.

"So?" Vicious prompted.

She thought over his question. She didn't have anywhere to go. If he was going to kill her that would be a good thing, right? She didn't have anything to live for. She shrugged.

"Why not?" She said nonchalantly.

Vicious looked at her. He smirked. Thorn finished her drink and looked at him. She contemplated on if he was ready to go or not. He downed the last gulp of JD and stood up. As he looked down at her he caught quiet a bit of cleavage through her trenchcoat. Whatever she was wearing under that was revealing.

Vicious felt the urge to reach out and touch her where the trucker had before. That little incident he watched triggered a want inside him that he didn't know he had. Thorn stood up rather close to him. She had to because the seats weren't that far apart. Vicious tried to control and calm himself. When he was sure he had done that he smiled.

"Lets go."

Thorn nodded.

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When they finally got the building no one was out and no one was around. Thorn followed Vicious up the steps to his quarters. All the way there she was thinking about what she had gotten herself into. Vicious unlocked his door and motioned for her to go in. She thought about it for a moment before cautiously stepping in.

Vicious walked in behind her and flicked on the light. A blacklight came on and his hair started glowing. Thorn smiled. He looked childish and sexy at the same time. When he turned to look at her she remembered the cold part. She started to walk forward for the heck of it and, just like Vicious said you would, she tripped and fell into him.

He caught her easily. She just noticed how strong he actually was. She just noticed how close they were . . . she shook the thought from her head. The thought quickly came back as he pulled her onto his bed. A slight gasp escaped her, but was cut short when Vicious claimed her lips. Desire filled Thorn as Vicious's instincts kicked in to please the lady.

His trenchcoat was slid off easily and was thrown on the floor. The kiss was broken momentarily for air. Vicious pulled her up close to him so he could remove her trench. When he felt her hard nipples against him through both of their shirts more desire filled him. He pulled both of her hands up over her head and looked into her eyes.

"Just so you know, I'm a dominating bastard." Vicious smiled.

Thorn laughed slightly before their lips met again. Vicious played with her tongue and brought it into his mouth. He nibbled playfully before breaking the kiss again to pull her shirt off. His went next. Thorn admired his chest and found herself thinking about what was under his pants.

Her thoughts were take away as he unfastened her bra to reveal her beautiful boobs. Vicious smirked up at her before returning his attention to what was in front of him. He took one bud in his mouth and bit down gently at first, but then a little harder. Thorn gasped and shivered. He soothed the pain with sucking and swirls of his tongue, smiling to himself at her body's reaction.

Her gasp turned into a soft moan. Vicious moved one of his hands up to her other breast and began fiddling with his finger. Vicious looked back up at her and removed the wetness one her nipple with his thumb. He pulled himself over her arched back to her face and he pressed his lips to hers in a teasing way.

She moaned into his mouth as he kept caressing her boob. The need of him in her grew as her wetness grew. Vicious knew this and he brushed the inside of her leg teasingly. She whined in his ear and he chuckled slightly. He ran a hand down to remove her pants. Her pants were slid down to around her ankles where she kicked them off.

She wore black lacey underwear. Not a thong, but still pretty skimpy. Thorn waited impatiently for what he was going to do. He pulled down her wet panties to reveal her most private area. Vicious grinned. She wasn't one to look weak, but he'd be damned if she didn't look that way right now.

Vicious was growing impatient with himself, as he needed something to make up for three years. He decided to skip from eating her, he could do that another night if he could keep her here that long. He pulled back up to her face. It was glazed over with lust, much like his. Vicious smiled as he shed his pants and boxers.

For a moment Thorn saw his full length and she gasped. Vicious smiled, knowing what she was thinking. `Whoa.' Vicious leaned to her for another kiss while he separated her legs with his knee. He slid into her. First slower, then he got faster and more vicious. She moaned as she laced her fingers into his hair.

Vicious grunted with pleasure various times as he slammed into her. Thorn's moans became louder when she said his name. Then there was a shriek, loud, but standable and it made Vicious feel good about himself. She orgasmed against him and he groaned as he orgasmed. They fell asleep against eachother.

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