Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ See you space Cowboy... ❯ One night stand ( Chapter 1 )

See you space Cowboy…

 

Chapter 1: One night stand

 

 

Amber eyes gleamed in the dim light. Short, spiky dark-brown hair went through elegant fingers like silk; ruffling it gently. It was a young woman, whose high-healed shoes tapped with the music's beat as she tipped her feet against the stool she occupied, that smiled as her hair left her face for a few seconds before returning. The light that'd reflected in her eyes was no longer visible as her fringe hung in the way once again. Her thin smile showed off white teeth, before she lifted up the cigarette in her other hand and sucked. Slowly, she let the smoke out while closing her eyes. She loved this tune, but she hated this place. An old club in the slum of New Tokyo named the Rag Doll, driven by some scum from Venus. The nightclub lived up to its name though. No doubt in that. Women, dressed like raggy dolls, danced on tables; served the costumers while slipping the tip into their cleavage.

 

“Another one, missy?” the bartender asked, a goofy grin showing off the little teeth he had. She shrugged and leaned forward, grabbing the glass he was refilling, and put the cigarette to her lips. Breathing in one last time, before letting it out in a sigh, she put out the little bit she'd left by rubbing it roughly against the old counter.

 

“Hey! Hey!” the almost toothless man protested. She sent him a glare and lifted her glass before smirking and draining the amber liquid.

 

“Don't you just love this song?” she mumbled, a bit of a slur in her voice. Blinking slowly, while tipping her head upwards to see through her thick fringe, the young woman reached down to her pockets and pulled out some money.

 

“Be a dear and don't keep the change; I need it,” was all she said as she handed him the money. The man snorted and went to fetch some change. As he walked down to the other side of the counter, the woman's eyes travelled around the crowded room. It'd been a while since she'd picked someone up for the night. With a thoughtful expression she looked over the many drunks that sat drooling over the raggy dolls. Dismissing them, she remembered why she hadn't picked anything up. She wouldn't touch the filth that hung around the places she was forced to seek out; she didn't know where they might've been. Shivering at the unpleasantly of the miserable men she was surrounded by, her amber eyes suddenly landed on something odd; a rather attractive drunk. She had no doubt he was a bit of a git; it was written all over him. But my, was he a nice one. Fluffy hair with dark-green highlights, deep eyes that looked like something between brown and red. His blue jacket was unbuttoned, and showed off an old white shirt that sat quite loosely, yet she could tell his body was lean. He was currently leaning on his elbows, staring down into his almost empty glass, and playing with his half-smoked cigarette. Her lips curled while a light caught in her eye and reflected the inner glow.

 

“Here y'go,” the bartender huffed, putting her money before her. She turned slowly and tore her eyes away from the man in the corner.

 

“I changed my mind. Keep it. I'll take another round; for two,” she declared while bending over the counter to pick up two new glasses. Swiftly filling them with the amber liquid she'd been consuming this night, she left a sour bartender behind with a new-found good mood. With a soft tune caressing her ears, and alcohol running through her heated veins, she didn't care she was here on business. It could wait. If she managed to pick this one up, she'd be sure to keep him all night long.

 

“Drink it up; I've bought you a new round, loner,” she commanded smoothly while sitting down in front of the green-haired man. He looked up, calmly eying her where she sat in her rather challenging clothes. It didn't bother her, since she gladly returned the favour. One corner of his mouth twitched up into a smile and he accepted the outstretched drink with a slight nod.

 

“Mmm,” the man murmured after the first sip; eyes glued to her over the edge of the glass. She raised a perfectly shaped brow, amused by the situation.

 

“So, loner got a name?” she said while leaning back and stretching a bit. He chuckled, fully aware of her intentions. He didn't seem to mind at the moment, she noted with pleasure. Maybe she was getting something tonight?

 

“Spike,” he said, titling his head to one side while looking her over again. “And might I ask for yours?”

 

“Jayla,” she answered quickly, voice smooth but slurred. “But do call me Jay; it fits my personality better.”

 

“Humph,” he snorted, taking another sip. She leaned forward and traced a finger along her glass' edge, enjoying the smoky atmosphere for the first time.

 

“Oh, how I love this song,” she whispered, her eyes closed, before sighing in content. It'd been long since she'd had someone to share a table with over a drink, she mused. Feeling his eyes on her, Jayla opened hers and met his.

 

“Mmm, yes, it's one of my favourite,” he told her in a drawl; holding her gaze. Turned out his one eye were brown, and the other red. Not bothered of, but rather lost in them, she slowly moved around the table to sit next to him. With one hand she removed some of his soft, fluffy hair from his ear and leaned in to snuggle up close.

 

“Really…how interesting. Hmm. Something planned for tonight?” she whispered. An arm snuck around her waist to drag her closer. His warm hand rested on her bare hip as he turned his head to respond. Now cheek to cheek, he whispered back in her ear; “No, you?”

 

“Oh, yes,” she mumbled, her lips now touching his skin. He tasted good, so she'd taste some more, she decided. Realizing they were still in the bloody dump of a bar, she slowly pulled away. Amusement taunted her eyes as she met his.

 

“Maybe somewhere else?” he suggested, grinning lazily. She looked around with disdain and told him “Yes please” before reaching for her drink and finishing it in one swing. He did the same and they stood; his hand still on her hip.

 

“Yours or mine?” she asked as they exited the nightclub. Puffs of mist emerged as she spoke and she stepped up closer in a search for warmth. When she'd arrived it'd been rather warm, now it was around midnight and freezing.

 

“Yours,” he answered shortly. “Others occupy my place.”

 

She nodded and led the way towards the old and shabby hotel she was currently living in. She'd arrived yesterday to take care of something, and had planned to spend this night looking up on some information. But she'd been distracted by the piece of meat walking beside her. One more night here wouldn't be that bad, if he'll be good enough, she mused.

 

They walked in silence, feeding off of each other's warmth. Passing dark alleys and homeless drunks, Jayla found it strangely comfortable to walk beside this man named Spike. Last time she'd felt comfortable was before she'd escaped the, rough but safe, orphan on Mars. Now here she was, on Earth of all places, and wandered down a street that could've been any street in any slum in the universe, and felt the same. If a bit more aroused, drunk, smug and fucking cold than back then.

 

“Ms. Smith! How nice,” a strangled voice greeted the pair as they entered the hotel. Spike arched a brow and looked down at his company. She hadn't reacted and kept a straight face as she walked past the old man who'd spoken; Spike in tow.

 

“Yes, absolutely wonderful. Go to sleep Archie; I don't want you sneaking around,” she drawled while leading Spike up the stairs. Old tree boards squeaked as the left the reception.

 

“Will do, Ms. Smith!” he called back after them.

 

“Ah, Smith, a classic,” Spike mumbled, eyes twinkling. His fingers slowly caressed her skin as they walked down the corridor; passing cracked door after door. She shivered and flashed him a grin.

 

“Of course,” she said, suddenly stopping at a door with the number 154 written on it. Its green colour, like every other door's, was flaking off and the wood was shining through. She took out her keys and opened the door with a loud creak. Stepping through, she lit the room and let Spike in, closing and locking the door behind him.

 

“Cheap as hell, but not impossible to live in for a few days,” she said, leaning against the door and bending down to take off her high-healed shoes. Looking up, she caught him staring at her cleavage. He didn't blush, or look away, merely let his eyes wander lazily up her throat, pausing at her smirking lips, to finally stop by her amber eyes. They looked much like the booze they'd been consuming, and he felt as drunk as if he'd drained another glass when he finally looked away.

 

“Passing through?” he asked, back at her and slowly going further into the small room. He stopped by the opening that led into the bedroom and turned his head to watch her sneak up beside him over his shoulder.

 

“Luckily, yes,” she sighed before placing her delicate hands on his broad shoulders; grasping his blue jacket and sliding it down his arms. He shrugged it off but otherwise didn't move.

 

“How about you?” she asked, front pressed up against his back while her fingers undid his buttons from behind. Her sharp chin rested comfortably on his shoulder, and she gently breathed in his scent. Her lips touched his neck once again and a soft tongue licked greedily. He titled his head to the side, enjoying her actions, and waited until the shirt was open and thrown to the floor before he answered.

 

“Same here,” he said before turning slightly and catching her hands in his. Tugging her around to meet him he bent down and claimed her soft mouth. She gladly opened her lips to let his tongue in and groaned slightly as he pressed himself against her. He let them battle for dominance for a while, before he broke the kiss and left her mouth to trace her jaw with his lips and tongue. His hands left hers to work on her tightly laced top, and she quickly searched for his hard chest and spread out her fingers to get support. The lean muscles tensed and relaxed under her hands while she let them run all over his frame. She'd almost forgotten how a talented man could make her feel; but here she was. All weak and whimpering. A rush of anger made her snap her head to one side to catch his mouth again; kissing him passionately and dragging a groan out of his throat. She placed her hands behind his neck; pressing down his head further, impatient and craving more.

 

Soon her black top was gone, and along with that her bra. Fingers unbuttoned, hands tucked and pulled at clothing, and soon there was nothing left to throw to the floor. Spike's hands left the small of her back and took a firm hold of her arms before he led her towards the single bed; laying her down before quickly following. His kisses returned to her jaw line and trailed down her throat to her collarbone. Jayla placed her hands lazily in his fluffy hair, following his head as it went lower and lower down her body. She slowly spread her legs and moaned as he tasted her. It'd been too long, she realized, and her back arched as he played. Circle, bite, lick, suck, nuzzle, flick. She let out a choked scream as she came, eyes wide and hands grabbing onto soft hair. Her body relaxed, but only for a few seconds. Her taste on his tongue, his tongue caressing hers, her legs hugging his waist and his hands cupping her breasts. She moaned loudly and he joined her as he entered her heat. The pace was slow at first, but when their excitement increased so did the speed. Jayla bit down hard on his neck as she came for the second time. He didn't stop, only slowed down and waited until she was aware of him again. When her lips parted and her dazed eyes met his, he leaned down and kissed her slowly; deeply. No love, only pleasure, but she was beautiful. Beautiful and a stranger. Her arms embraced him as he rocked back and forth; meeting her buckling hips with each thrust. This time it was slow, and he could feel the pressure growing until he finally could let it go; baring his teeth as she gently milked him dry.

 

Exhausted, he lay down on the soft woman beneath him. She wrapped her arms and legs tighter around him and helped him roll over to the side. He pressed light kisses up her throat, sucked and left a mark, before arriving at her mouth and claiming it gently. The kiss was slow, as their previous activity, and he shivered in pleasure as her fingertips caressed his skin. She broke the kiss, giving his lower lip one last lick, and met his tired eyes.

 

“You're bleeding. Be glad I'm not a vampire,” she said, while taking her bloody fingers into her mouth and sucking them dry.

 

“Yet you bite like one,” he answered, slowly closing his eyes. He fell asleep by the vibrating chuckle of the young woman, and couldn't help but dragging her closer and nuzzling his nose in her silky hair; scenting something sweet as he breathed in.