Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ Spoken Silence ❯ Spoken Silence ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Spoken Silence

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these sexy characters or any part of the Bebop Universe (though it'd be cool if I owned the Swordfish II)^_^

Warnings: this is a plotless lemon… meaning its just here to entertain those of us with dirty minds, if you don't like this type of thing I suggest hitting the back button…. Or reading just for the heck of it, who knows you might enjoy it (~_~ whether you take that comment the wrong way is up to you)^_^;;
Read On my loyal readers!! ^_^

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Spike was lazily strewn across the couch, watching "Big Shots" to pass the time and find new bounties.

His mind wandered away from the man talking on the screen to the girl who was jumping up and down in false excitement. `They've got to be at least a C-cup.' He thought tilting his head and wondering just how long it's been since he'd `been' with a woman. `Two years.' The thought came. Two years since he left the syndicate and joined Jet… none since Julia. A frown appeared on his face, replacing his usual blank expression. `Why'd she have to pop into my head?' he asked himself.

"Any good bounties?" Faye asked leaning over the couch, watching the end of the show.

"Not any worth going after." He replied trying not to stare at the exposed flesh right in front of him and failing, instead he was very blatantly staring at the excessive amount of cleavage.

Faye looked down at Spike and noticed that he wasn't paying any attention to what she was saying, instead he was hungrily looking at her breasts. Her eyebrow twitched as a frown appeared on her face. She brought her fist up, hitting him hard on the top of his head.

After the initial shock he yelled, "What the hell was that fore Faye?!!"

"Hentai." Was all she said and she turned and walked back towards her room.

Spike rubbed his head peering over the couch at Faye's retreating back, noticing the way she swayed in he heeled boots. Her hips moving in a taunting dance that drove him crazy. He felt a familiar pressure in his pants and looked down to see the very apparent erection he had.

"Damn woman." He murmured before getting up to go to his own room and take care of himself. "Always does this shit to me."

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Faye walked down the hall a ways before stopping and turning around. `Dammit' She thought, `I forgot what I was doing now.' She stood there a moment thinking why she had left her room in the first place. Finally giving up, unable to remember, she leaned against the wall and slid down to sit on the floor. "I hate this ship." she said out loud to no one in particular.

"Then why don't you leave?" asked a familiar, irritating voice.

She looked up as Spike passed her. Hands in pockets in a slouched, uncaring walk. He was staring down the hall as if something of interest was there.

"Fuck you Spi…" she started to yell, but stopped when she noticed his pants had tightened around a very prominent hard-on. Even more noticeable to her because she was eye level with it.

"What are you looking at?" he asked, following her line of sight to where he was sporting his erection. "Dammit Faye." He said turning and once more walking towards his quarters.

Faye stared at his back as he walked away. She was still in shock, she'd never thought about Spike in that way… Who was she kidding? She thought about him every night, but she never thought he would think of her… `Wait, who said he was thinking of me." She thought, `For all I know he was thinking about that blonde bimbo on the show.' A scowl replaced her confused expression.

She got up, leaning against the wall again, her head in her hands. `He gives me such a headache sometimes.' She thought, dropping her hands to her sides. She pushed off the wall walking to the bathroom. "What's his damn problem?" she murmured, sliding the door open and stepped into the bathroom. She striped down and turned the hot water on to start filling the tub. She turned toward the mirror, looking at her body, freed of clothing. She ran her hands across the flat of her stomach that showed her slight muscular build, the lines of her abs barley showing. She moved her hands up over her soft breasts, brushing across the sensitive nipples there, causing them to harden. A small gasp was released from her body when her fingers continued to travel up to her collar-bone, tracing it with her fingers, and then back down to her hips, molding her hands to it's curve. She turned staring at her back and its soft lines down to her well-formed ass.

Unknown to her was a watcher, peaking in the cracked door she hadn't closed all the way. Spike had been walking back down the hall, he'd decided to take a cold shower instead of going back to his room. When he arrived, however, someone was already in the room and seeing the door open a little decided to take a peek. He didn't expect to see Faye, or witness her self-evaluation of her body. He was entranced unable to tear his eyes away.

Faye took a towel from the cabinet, setting it on the sink and grabbed a wash rag, throwing into the half-filled tub. Walking back to the sink she grabbed a new bar of soap and headed towards the tub. Setting down the soap, she dipped her hand into the steaming water, which was too hot, and turned on the cold water as she sat on the toilet.

Spike continued to watch her subtle movements, not wanting to look away. He saw her check the water and sit down, closing her eyes and breathing deep.

"Spike-person," a voice whispered below him. "Why are you watching Faye-Faye?"

Spike tore his eyes away from Faye grabbing the child and dragging her down the hall.

"What the hell are you doing Ed?" he yelled as quietly as possible. He looked back down the hall hoping Faye hadn't heard them.

"Ed was going to get yummy-yummy snack foods." A big grin spread on her face as she continued. "But Ed saw Spike-person peeking in on Faye-Faye first. Hehe."

Spike grabbed Ed by the collar and pushed the girl against the wall. "Forget everything you saw, understand Ed? Or I swear by the time I'm done with you…" he let the threat hang in the air.

"Don't worry Spike-person. I watch Faye-Faye some times too." She whispered into his ear and making a zipping motion over her mouth, sang, "Secret, secret… Were both Hentai's!!"

"Well that was unexpected." He said to himself.

He started to walk back to the bathroom but was stopped when Faye came out and bumped into him causing her to lose the towel that was wrapped around her. Red covered their faces as Spike turned around quickly and Faye dropped down to pick up her towel and rewrap herself. "Sorry." They mumbled at the same time.

"Are you done?" Spike asked in a doubtful tone.

"No, I forgot something in my room." Faye said starting to walk back towards her room.

"Wait." Spike grabbed her arm making her face him. "I'll get it for you, since your…" he motioned his hand at her toweled form.

Faye, a bit surprised at his offer, said, "Okay." Still staring at him in shock from his unusual friendliness.

"What did you forget?" he asked impatiently.

"Oh… uh… m..my shampoo and conditioner." She stuttered, "they're on top of my dresser."

"Fine." He released her arm and walked past her to get the items.

"Thanks." She called hesitantly to him.

He raised a hand in reply. He didn't know why he was helping her, he usually wouldn't.

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Faye walked back into the bathroom, closing the door behind her, still in amazement at Spikes new attitude. `What the hell is he doing to me?' she asked herself allowing her body to calm down. `I feel like a school girl who just saw her crush or something.' She leaned against the door waiting for Spike to return.

Suddenly the door gave away and she fell backwards, letting out a startled yell, and into a soft, warm body. Her towel was in danger of falling off again, but she heard a clatter then arms enveloped her, grabbing her towel before it could reveal anything more than the top of her breast.

"You should be more careful, you could get hurt." A voice whispered in her ear.

"Spike?" she turned her head to look at him and saw a flicker of emotion in his miscolored eyes.

"What?" his voice was husky, being this close to her and her only clad in a towel, which he was still holding up, was not helping his body calm down any.

Faye looked down at the spilled contents that Spike had been carrying. "Thank you." She grabbed her towel tighter around herself, allowing him to let go, and stepped away, she bent down to pick up the spilled items.

Spike also bent down to help her, all she could pick up was the shampoo since she only had one hand free, so he grabbed the conditioner and smelling salts.

"I didn't ask you to bring those," she said staring at the salts, "I forgot I had them."

"I saw them shoved behind a box." He stood up walking towards the now filled tub, setting the items down and turning the water off. "I thought you'd want them." He turned around almost bumping into Faye who had followed him across the room. She was looking at him with a strange expression. "What?" he asked.

"Who are you, and what did you do with Spike?" she asked raising an eyebrow and examining him from different angles.

"What the hell are you talking about?" he replied looking down at her.

Faye came nose to nose with Spike looking into his eyes. "Nope, still different." Then she threw open his jacket and pushed up his shirt. "Hmmm… same bullet holes and scars."

Spike pushed down his shirt and straightened his jacket a bit confused by Faye's actions. "Uh… Faye?"

She put a hand up in surrender, "I don't get it. You are Spike, but not the stubborn jackass I know." She pointed a finger at him. "So what did you take and where can I get some?"

"Damnit Faye, can't a person be nice without a reason?" Spike crossed his arms looking away from Faye.

"Not you.' She said, taking up the same pose. She then remembered she was in nothing more than a towel and blushed. "Now if you don't mind, I need to finish my bath before the water gets cold."

"Okay." Spike remained standing where he was, looking at her with unexpressive eyes.

"GETOUT!" she yelled, pushing him towards the door.

Spike grabbed her, pulling her close. "But don't you want me here." He whispered in her ear.

"Wha… What, Spike?" she pulled back looking at him, her eyes wide.

He smirked down at her and began chuckling. "You actually thought I was serious."

She started to push away from him but an idea crept into her mind and she whispered, "So what if I did?" He stopped laughing.

They stood there a moment holding each other, waiting for one to make the first move. Nervousness passed through them, a foreign emotion to both. Their pulses raced as they felt the heat of each other's body pressed close. Faye could smell Spike's cologne and breathed deep. Her grip on her towel loosened allowing more of her upper body to show, yet not quite revealing any thing.

"Faye…" Spikes voice whispered, she could hear the desire it contained and it set her blood on fire. His hands crept up her arms, over her shoulders, and down her back. They traveled to the towel clinging loosely to her body, pushing it down while sliding his hands across her skin. "Do you want me here?"

She felt the towel falling off, but she couldn't move. Her thoughts concentrating on the sensations his roaming hands created as they danced over her skin. A gasp escaped her lips as he ran his fingers down her spine, the only sound he needed as an answer to his question. Beads of condensation from the still steaming bath ran down her face and body.

Spike tilted his head down tasting one such bead that had collected on her forehead, savoring the salty sweet flavor. She closed her eyes as he trailed light kisses down to her cheekbone and chin always evading her lips. She opened her eyes to tangle her hands in Spikes' wild green hair, turning his head so she could look him into his eyes. She felt the towel finally slip out from between their bodies pooling at her feet.

He brought his head down brushing her lips with his. He backed away from her walking towards the bath. She realized she wasn't covered by the towel and unsuccessfully tried to cover herself with her arms and hands.

"Spike?" she said in a questioning tone that made his longing for her grow immensely. He turned his head looking at her from the corner of his eye and bent by the filled tub.

Faye didn't understand what he was doing. She heard a rustling sound of plastic and then small `plops' as Spike tossed something in the water. She walked up behind him, seeing the bag of smelling salts as the aroma of vanilla began filling the room along with the steam.

Spike stood up almost turning when he felt Faye's hands on his back. She moved them up over his shoulders to the collar of his jacket, pulling it down and off of him. Her hands moved over his waist to his well formed abs that she could feel through his shirt, and grasping the folds, pulled it out of his pants and started undoing the buttons. The shirt now hung loosely from his shoulders, he turned now, taking her hands in his and extending his arms causing her to be pulled closer to him, her bare form colliding with his half clothed one. He brought her hands up resting them on his neck as he ran his down her arms and wrapping them around her crushing her against him and making her gasp. His mouth enveloped hers searching for an opening, which she gave willingly, his tongue exploring her mouth and tangling with hers.

Her arms tightened around his neck, and she pushed herself up on her tiptoes to gain better access to his mouth. His hands moved down to her ass caressing the flesh there and causing her to moan in the back of her throat. He then grasped her cheeks, pulling her up, as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

She moved her hands down till she reached his pants and unbuttoned them, pushing them as far down as she was able. Spike took one hand from Faye's body to pull them the rest of the way down, standing naked now except for his shirt which Faye quickly discarded, pushing it from his shoulders.

They stood there a moment looking at each other, reassuring themselves that this was what they wanted. Faye could feel Spikes now exposed erection against her thigh and knew that this was defiantly what she wanted, what she had dreamed of so many times becoming reality. Spike's thoughts were similar, there were numerous times he could remember fantasizing about Faye and now he could finally play it out. He took her lips in a chaste kiss, walking towards the steaming tub and trailing kisses down her neck. He stepped into the water using one hand to steady himself as he lowered both of them into the soothing water.


Now Spike was sitting up with Faye straddling his thighs, he continued trailing kisses down to her collarbone and lower till he reached her nipple, which he flicked lightly with his tongue, as they hardened in response. He took one in his mouth and brought his hand up to caress the other, running his fingers over it, sending streams of pleasure trough Faye.

"Spike…"she moaned inn a soft whisper. He smirked up at her proud of being the source of such pleasure. "Why did you stop?" she asked in a whining voice, longing filling her eyes at the lost contact when he looked up at her.

"Shhh…" he said quieting her with a kiss. "Don't sound so needy." He whispered in her ear.

She pulled back, anger mixing with lust filled eyes. "I am not needy!" she told him.

Spike smirked at the chance to tease her. "Oh, well in that case." He said moving as if to get up.

Faye pushed him back down with her body, her hands on his chest. "Okay, maybe just a little." She smiled running her hands down his body. "But so are you." She kissed him, her hands continuing to trace the lines of his stomach and move further down.

"You have a point there." He said moaning as she moved forward against him, rubbing her self on his arousal, causing it to harden ever more. Sweat ran down their bodies mixing with the steam and water of the bath. Faye wanted him, wanted to feel him inside her. She lowered her head catching his lips once more in a passionate kiss, her hands continuing to travel over the well-formed muscles to his lower back.

"Spike." She whispered pulling back from the kiss. Spike knew what she wanted, he moved his hips along with her grinding himself into her thigh and making her moan. He moved his hands onto her hips, lifting her gently and lining her up with himself. He still didn't enter her though, instead he ran the tip of his erection against her wet lips, parting them.

"Do you want me Faye? Do you want me inside you?" he asked huskily, teasing the beautiful woman on top of him.

Faye was immobilized. Her desire for him growing as he held her still and teased her entry. She heard him speak but could only give a soft moan in return.

"Answer me, Faye." Spike demanded, griping her hips harder.

She regained some of her control, looking at him, an inner fire burning in her eyes. He'd never used that tone of voice before, and she had to admit she liked it… a lot. It was a tone that left no room for arguments, commanding, at the same time gentle. She recalled his questions and answered in a still delirious voice. "Oh god Spike, yes." At her answer Spike press the tip of himself into her.

"What did you say, I couldn't hear you." He said with a smirk knowing her body couldn't take much more of his torture.

She tried to press her hips down, wanting him to fill her, but was unable to move due to his strong grip on her hips. She was breathing heavily, becoming desperate as her body cried out with its desire to find release. "I… I want…" she moaned again as he rotated his hips in a circular motion, causing her breath to become ragged and stuttered.

"What do you want Faye? Tell me." He was surprised that he had this much self-control, but he knew his body was right with hers in wanting release from his teasing.

Her eyes flashed defiantly at him her hands moving to his shoulders, she griped them digging her nails into his skin. He moaned low in the back of his throat.

"I want you to fuck me," she said her voice matching her eyes, "Now."

He smiled at her angry admission, and slammed her hips roughly down, impaling her unto himself.

She screamed out at the feeling of him filling her, all defiance melting away into pleasure. He moved his hand up, rolling his thumb over a hardened nipple adding to the surge of sensations as he took the other into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it and sucking gently.

Faye took the lead as she started a slow up and down motion. It had been a long time since she had been with a man and she needed to get used to the feel again.

Spike moved his hands to her back running his fingers along her spine, trailing kisses along her collarbone and up to her neck. "Faster." He said and the command was met with Faye's body sliding at a rapid pace against his own. The water in the tub lapped against their skin, the waves sometimes splashing over the edge and puddling on the floor.

She let out little moans every time he was fully encased in her. He nibbled on her jaw line following its curve to the other side of her neck and suddenly biting down, causing her to gasp.

Spike leaned back pilling Faye with him and moved his hands to grip her thighs. Thrusting now with her.

"Oh… Spike." She moaned out as his grip tightened on the back of her thighs, shivers of pleasure rushing up her spine. She could feel the building pressure in her abdomen, and knew she was close to climax. Her whole body was flushed, all her energy and concentration was on the task at hand.

Water was now sloshing over the sides of the tubs covering the floor in the sweet scented wetness. Spikes every sense was overloaded, the smell of Faye and vanilla were filling his head. His eyes locked onto hers sending out more emotion than words ever could, her heavy breathing and moans making his body want to find release desperately, the feel of her body pressed against his overwhelming. He kissed her, drinking in the seductive taste of her mouth.

He thrust hard one last time, causing both to scream in pleasure as the orgasm racked their bodies. Exhaustion filling them as they lay their catching their breaths with Faye's head resting against Spike's chest, hearing his racing pulse slow to a more normal rate. His arms were wrapped around her, holding her close, he gently moved out of her, leaving her feeling empty but satisfied.

He leaned his head down and kissed the top of her head, breathing in her sweet scent. "Faye…" he started to say but trailed off when someone knocked on the door.

"Hey, who's in here? Spike or Faye? Ed? Well whoever it is you better hurry up… I gotta go." Jet's voice rang.

Faye raised her head in irritation looking at the door. "Go away, Jet. I'm taking a bath." She closed her eyes leaning back against Spike, exhaustion finally taking over as she fell asleep against his chest.

"Well hurry up!" Jet said back, his retreating steps could be heard through the door.

Spike gathered Faye in his arms, standing up. He stepped out of the tub and on to the now sopping wet floor. "Shit." He said and smirked. `How the hell am I gonna explain this?' he thought. He set Faye up on the toilet and leaned her back against the wall, keeping a hand on her while reaching for a couple towels.

"Hmmm…." She mumbled sleepily half-opening one eye. "Spike?" she asked. Then opened them up wide at the sight of Spike, looking over his nude form, wanting to memorize the sight.

He brought the towels to his chest, letting go of Faye since she was now awake. Setting two of the towels on the counter he unfolded the third. "Hello, Sleeping Beauty." He said a wide grin on his face, and not the usual smirk he wore, it was a genuine smile. He took her arm and dried it with the towel then doing the same for her other arm and legs. He moved it over her stomach and back. He grabbed her under the arms, lifting her up, and wrapped the towel around her.

Faye stood in a daze, not quite understanding why he was doing this. He was so gentle, the open expression on his face so unlike the mask he usually wore. He reached for another towel and fluffed her hair with it trying to get out as much moisture as possible. Satisfied that it was now only damp he let the towel drop to the floor, soaking up the water and in moments was thoroughly soaked.

Faye looked around at the mess their lovemaking had made and let a low chuckle escape. She ran a hand through her damp hair and looked at Spike who was now drying himself off and wrapping his towel around his torso.

Faye walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck before planting a firm kiss on his lips before pulling away, and walking to the door. Spike trailed lazily behind her, neither said anything, not wanting to break the wonderful silence that seemed to express more then they could have at the moment.

Faye stuck her head out the door looking both ways before walking towards her room. Spike followed her watching the way the folds of the towel moved with her body. He had picked up the discarded clothing and held them in his left hand, and grabbed Faye's with the other when he caught up to her. She looked at him with a smile, and he noticed that the small cap she had taken hadn't replenished any of her energy and she was very close to falling asleep on her feet. He pulled her to a stop, and she let out a little squeal as he picked her up his free hand around her waist and his other arm under her knees, still holding the dirty clothing. She laid her head against his shoulder and instantly fell into a deep sleep. He could feel her deep, even breathing against his chest as he walked towards his room.

He opened his door and dropped the clothes beside it. Walking over to his bed he gently set Faye down then returned to close the door, but not before he saw a flash of Ed's red hair disappearing around a corner. He smiled and leaned back against the door looking at Faye's body silhouetted by the moonlight.

He threw his towel amongst the clothes on the floor, walking back to the bed and gently unwrapping his lover and tossed her towel to the floor also. He laid down beside her, hugging her close and pulled a blanket up around them before falling into a deep peaceful sleep.