Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ Friends? ❯ Friends? ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop, and all rights go to the creators/companies that have `em

Warnings: Some cussing and slight naughtiness

A/N: Because sometimes you just need to type a one-shot quickly and post it before you think too much about it…

Goddamned, mother fucking blonde.

It was always about, and always going to be about, some goddamned mother fucking blonde with this guy.

And Faye could only glare at him angrily, as she sat up, on his bed, her shirt gone, as he stood across the room from her, as far as he could, his eyes opened wide as he tried to look at anything other then her exposed breasts. “Listen, Faye…”

Faye stood, angry, glaring at him, uncaring at this point that she was topless, that she was the one who had stumbled in here after booking a particularly juicy bounty, that she had consumed way too much JD before making the decision to come and celebrate the right way (with some hot, sweaty, marathon sex) waking Spike from his usual deep slumber, her thoughts only focused on her anger towards him. “What Spiegel?! What is it? You were into a minute ago!”

And he had been—when she had slid her body across his, crawling over him, he had moaned in his sleep, and his hips had thrust up, grinding into hers. When she had brought her lips to his, he had kissed her back, still moaning, groaning as he groggily moved between being awake and being asleep. Before he had made it back to full consciousness he had torn her shirt apart at the one button, pulling it off of her, latching himself to one of her breasts, sucking, making her already hot body throb with desire.

But then one of his hands had come up to her hair, and as he ran his fingers through the short, silky, violet length, Faye had felt him stiffen under her…and not in a good way. She knew in that moment that he had realized who it was on top of him—that the locks his fingers were running through were too short, too dark.

Spike's eyes had flown opened, his mouth hanging open as he realized what was going on, before he had launched himself to the other side of the room, looking at anything but the woman in front of him.

“Yeah, well you caught me by surprise.”

Faye huffily turned, and grabbed one of his shirts from the floor, pulling it on, hearing his sigh of relief. She mimicked him as she crossed her arms, her voice shrill, “I caught you by surprise! That's why you were into fucking me?”

Spike put a hand behind his head, his eyes alert as he focused solely on her face, “yeah.”

She let out a scream of frustration and considered decking him then and there, but instead turned her back, trying to regain some control of the situation. She should have just stormed out of there, taken her beaten up pride, and left…but instead, thanks to the mixture of sexual frustration, and a fifth of jack, she turned back to him, hands on her hips, glaring, “is it because of fucking Julia? That goddamned, mother fucking bl—“

The tackle had taken her by surprise, as he had launched himself at her, pinning her to the bed, her eyes flashing angrily as his voice came out strained. “Don't. Even. Fucking. Mention. Her.”

Faye could barely breath from the way he had her body so completely covered, but that didn't stop her from wheezing out, “than either finish what you started or get the hell off of me Spike.”

Spike, somehow, even while their bodies were flushed together, managed to look sheepish as he said, “listen Faye…let's forget this…can't we be just friends?”

At any other moment, Faye would have happily accepted the almost truce he was offering her. Her and the lunkhead, friends? No more being called useless? No more being reminded what a waste of space you were? No more getting mad because she might have sort of used all of the soap, hot water, and food, in one hour? Friends, comrades, amigos?

But this wasn't any other moment, and instead Faye pushed her hips into his, and somehow managed to flip him, so she was straddling him, holding his hands over his head. “Fuck it. I don't want to be friends. Not tonight.” She brought her face back to his, seeing his eyes widen as she screamed at him, “I don't want to be friends.”

When she slammed her lips back to his, she had been ready for him to push her off, to fly from the room, to shoot her with the gun she knew he had hidden under his pillow—but she hadn't been ready for when she had heard him groan, giving in, kissing her back, his hands pulling her tighter to his body. She didn't know what had caused him to snap—but for right now it didn't matter, especially as his questing hands had just found their way under her (well his) shirt.

Faye had smirked as she had kissed him back, harder as she moaned, knowing that she had won, for at least tonight, and that she was going to have some good, old-fashioned sex—goddamned, mother fucking blonde or not.