She pounded the shot back and whapped the empty glass back onto the bar. The rapid injection of alcohol had done nothing to cloud her thoughts of the lanky cowboy. 'God damn that Spike Spiegel' she thought miserably to herself. The bar around her was quiet, mostly the down trodden paying more attention to their whiskey than the world around them. Most hadn't taken their eyes off her since she'd pushed open the door almost fifteen minutes ago. She'd since run up an impressive tab with little thought to how many woolongs she actually possessed. She was acutely aware however of one man three stools down the bar. He had yet to look at her even once, and she hated to admit it but she'd been watching him, waiting for the chance to catch him in the lecherous act. He stubbornly refused however and she found herself annoyed by his apparent will to ignore her.
She waved the barkeep over and asked for her bill. He slid it forward and she eyed with annoyance, her right eye twitched slightly. She held up a finger to the barkeep and crumpled the bill in her hand. She stood and the barkeep opened his mouth to protest. Faye walked towards the man at the bar, her hips swayed sensuously as she poured all her effort into her performance. The old barkeep chuckled to himself, he knew exactly what was going on. Faye walked to the stool on the man's far side, her fingers trailing lightly across the width of his shoulders as she did so. He made no indication of her presence. She sat and studied his face. From the comparative distance of several stools down she had not noticed the distinct youth in his facial features. He had either shaved recently, or didn't need to, she couldn't tell which. His jaw was sharp and chiseled, his eyes sparkled bright blue as he stared at himself in the mirror behind the bar.
"See something you like?"
She was slightly taken aback by his words. He had yet to pay her any heed besides his verbal acknowledgement. He lifted his glass and took a sip. His dark blue uniform shifted as he did and rows of multi-colored ribbons appeared above a row of glittering medals. Faye reached across and ran a finger tip over an ornate brass star burst cradled lovingly in oak leaves.
"What's this one?"
"Combat Infantryman's Badge"
"So you're a soldier?
He finally turned and looked her with a less than amused look, one eyebrow arched high.
"So what was your first clue?"
"No need to be rude you ass" Faye snapped hotly.
"My most humble apologies you shrew" the man scoffed.
Faye's words died in her mouth when he called her Spike's pet name for her. She looked up into the man's face and found his eyes boring into her own. They were just like those mismatched brown eyes she knew so well. They stripped away any emotional shields you could hold in place and laid all your secrets bare. Her breath caught in her throat and her mind scrambled to find a way out when he looked down and away, she followed his gaze and found him staring at her bill, crumpled in her hand.
"Trying to sucker me into paying?"
"Guh! why do men always assume I'm after their money?"
"Heh, nice try shrew but you don't know me near well enough to get me to do that"
"And if I wanted to?" Faye regretted the words immediately.
"Shoot..."
Faye frantically searched her mind for anything. There was no escape, not without sacrificing what scarce dignity she had remaining. She wanted to run but something in back of her mind smacked her and told her she had enough debt as it was, she was going to get this man to pay or was spending the rest of the night mopping the floor in disgrace. Again she found herself eyeing his uniform. A deep red beret sat at a rakish angle atop his head, reminding her of the war movies from the 20th century. His pants matched his jacket's deep blue with a golden bar embroidered down the side of the leg. The shoulder closest to her sported a patch showing the Angel of Death superimposed over a radar sweep. the words "Twenty Second Recon Scouts" ran along the top of the patch, the bottom read "The Reapers".
"How long?" she finally heard herself ask quietly.
"Pardon?"
"How long have you been a..." her finger ran over the words as she said them, "...a Reaper?"
"Just over two years next week. Joined right after I failed out of high school."
"I'm sorry..."
The man laughed softly. He quaffed the last of his drink and set the empty glass heavily on the bar and stood. With a quick jerk here and a tug there he straightened the already perfect uniform about himself. He began to walk away before he turned and met Faye's eyes. He smiled and slapped his leg as if calling a dog. She furrowed her brow at him in confusion.
"If I'm footing your tab you're coming with me tonight"
His confident smirk reminded her again of Spike and she wanted to murder him right here he stood. The nerve he had to tell her, no, ORDER her to come with him as though she were some sort of pet. He saw the simmering anger and refusal in her eyes and he shot a look at the old barkeep who stood shaking his head in silent laughter. Faye looked between the two and knew she had lost. The man turned and took a step towards the door before Faye called out to him. Again he stopped and turned to face her, his left hand now stuffed in his pocket as he smiled in triumph at her as she stood and tugged the red sweated a little tighter around her shoulders and wondered to god what she had just gotten herself into. The soldier tossed a cash card to the bartender who still fought to control his amusement. When it was returned Faye stood beside the man nervously. He smiled that arrogant asshole smile and held out his elbow. Faye eyed him dirtily. She looped her arm through his and went with him out into the damp night.
When he came out of the bathroom in his hotel room he found Faye sitting on his bed, her back against the headboard, arms held tightly around her legs. It gave him an eye watering view of her thighs and he fought for control of his composure, he refused to lose it before she did. She watched him as he shed his jacket and hung it carefully and lovingly in the closet, his beret already sat on the bedside table. His undershirt came off before Faye spoke.
"What are we doing here? Why are you stripping?"
"I always exercise before bed" He laughed softly, "Why? Have any better ideas?"
Faye blushed a deep scarlet and studied her knees. She hated to admit it but the sight of his bare, muscled, tanned chest gave her several ideas for an alternative workout. She heard a laugh and felt the mattress shift. Her eyes darted up to find him crawling towards her like some big predatory cat. She could swear she heard him growling at her. With her back up against the headboard there was nowhere for her to go, though that didn't mean she couldn't try her damnedest to scoot away from his advance. Suddenly his hands shot out and grabbed her ankles, pulling her down beneath him as she squeaked out a startled yelp. Their faces were mere centimeters apart when he felt the muzzle of an automatic pressed against his stomach. He could feel her hands shake. Again he gave her that arrogant asshole grin as his right hand slid slowly up her thigh, stopping just beneath the hem of her shorts. She hitched a breath in her throat as his hand resumed inching further at an excruciatingly slow pace.
"Ballsy aren't you?"
"Comes with the territory"
"I don't want this"
"Horse shit"
Her blistering retort died in a passionate and distinctly unladylike groan that shamed her as it escaped her lips when his exploring hand gave her ass a gentle squeeze and his teeth nipped at her collarbone. His hand retreated and wrapped around the slide of her little Sig Sub-Compact. He pulled it from her grasp with little resistance and set it beside his beret on the nightstand. He continued to nip and suckle at her neck as her hands grasped his shoulders, fingernails raising welts as her thighs ground together beneath him. She fought her steady arousal valiantly but her will shattered when he lowered himself down on top of her and his lips found hers in a possessive kiss. Faye never figured herself to be the type of woman who would even allow herself to be "on the bottom" but she found that the weight of a man atop her melted every single one of her inhibitions. Her hands found their way up his neck to rake through his close cropped hair. They finally came up gasping for air, breath coming to them in short, ragged pants. She stopped him when his hand tried to slip beneath the waistband of her yellow shorts.
"I don't know your name soldier" She whisper between ragged breaths.
"Marcus, Marcus Brently"
She opened her mouth to reply but he held a finger to her lips.
"Make no mistake. In the morning I'll be gone, none of this will last. Don't torture me by forcing me to remember you."
His words stung something deep inside of Faye and for the first time that she could remember she found herself fighting off tears in front of a man. He felt her inner turmoil and sighed. He slid off to one side and toughed her cheek lightly, running his thumb over her rosy lips. The room felt suddenly hot as suddenly restrained sexual tension crackled between them.
"Believe me when I say I'll defiantly remember you, it's just that I can guarantee you we'll never see each other again after tonight."
Faye nodded and rolled over, her back pressed up against his chest until she could feel his rhythmic breathing. Her rear brushed up against his groin and he grunted softly. She ground her hips against his in slow, torturous circles.
"Give me something to remember you by soldier"
He purred gently in her ear with a smile and nipped lightly at her ear. He unclipped her shorts and pushed them down far enough for her to kick off the edge of the bed and out of sight. His hand slid beneath the skimpy black lace thing she wore beneath and he found his prize. Her head tossed back and she groaned again as his fingers circled their prey. She bit her lip and murmured something inaudible when his fingertips abandoned the sensitive nub to ease gently inside her. Her hand reached behind her and groped blindly between them until she found his erection pressed against the confines of his pants. She rubbed him gently through the thick cloth, the fleeting contact causing a spike in his heart beat.
She removed his hand from between her legs only to receive an annoyed sound of disapproval. She rolled quickly, pushed him onto his back and quickly sat on his lap. She leaned forward over him. Their lips met as her hair tickled his cheeks and his hands cupped her amazing breasts through her vest. With a quick flick of her wrist the sweater fell away from her shoulders and was thrown into a distant corner of the room. The vest soon followed and she sighed into their kiss as his calloused palms found the soft skin of her breasts and her already aching nipples. Before he could make his move she beat him to the punch and again he grunted in annoyance and his new toys retreated from his grasp. Her tongue flicked over his chest and she licked, sucked, and placed hot kissed along the curves and contours of his chest and stomach on her way to his belt.
She thanked the military for their impressive foresight to issue quick release belts as she shucked his pants off, taking his boxers with them. His manhood lay against his lower stomach, bobbing in time with the pulse of his heart and she took her time kissing her way back up his thighs towards her prize. She wrapped her fingers slowly around his stiff prick and it jumped in her grip. She jerked it slowly as she marveled in the heat that seared her palm. She purred up at him and nuzzled the head of his cock like a little kitten, batting her eyes up at him. His eyes were narrowed to slits and his chest rose and fell quickly.
"Damnit woman, stop teasing me"
"I thought they taught you to resist torture" She giggled, glad to back in control of herself and the situation.
"This is something else entirely. If this is torture I'll volunteer to be captured."
Faye smiled and drug the tip of her tongue slowly up his length from the base to the tip. He opened his mouth to admonish her again when she suddenly sank his entire length into the hot, moist depths of her throat. His words died in a straggled gurgle of pleasure that seeped up out of his throat as his eyes screwed shut. When he opened his eyes again his vision swam with images of a violet haired beauty kneeling between his legs slowly extracting his prick from her throat. She released its tip from her lips with an audibly pop and resumed massaging his length.
"What about now soldier"
"Sweet mother of god..."
"Thank you"
She returned to her task whole heartedly. This time bobbing her head rapidly on and off the head of his member. Her hand pumped him rapidly and before long his groans turned into desperate panting. One last time she took him all the way to the hilt into her throat and swallowed, her throat milking him. He groaned and released himself in her throat. When he began to deflate she again released him, kissing the tip with affection. She crawled up beside him and they shared a breathless kiss before she nipped lightly at his ear lobe.
"Your turn soldier"
Before he could move she threw sat up and threw a leg across his shoulders, planting himself over his face and gazing down at him with a flush spread across her cheeks and the tops of her breasts. He grabbed his hips and pulled her down to him. Her head fell to one side with a content sigh and his tongue lapped away merrily. What he lacked in experience he more than made up for in exuberance. Soon she found herself leaning forward over him, one hand holding a white knuckled grip on the headboard to keep herself from falling over as the other massaged a breast. Her low groans turned into excited yips of pleasure when he nipped lightly at her clitoris. When he took the button between his lips and sucked on it, flicking the tip of his tongue across it rapidly her back jerked straight and she almost pulled away from him. His grip on her waist tightened and her held her in place her while she jerked silently before slumping above him. He let her roll to one side and wiped his mouth unabashedly on the back of his hand.
"...So?"
"...Uguh"
It was all she could manage. He smiled and she surprised herself by giggling at him.
"Ready?"
"Marcus, I'm not 17, you don't have to ask the corny questions"
He laughed and kissed her gently. He slid over her again and she wrapped her legs around her waist, locking her ankles and trapping him in place. Her arms wrapped around her neck and pulled him down to her. He snuck a hand between them to fit himself at her entrance and eased forward slightly. The tip of his manhood eased inside her and they both sighed in relief. He stayed still for several moments while they traded short, playful kisses. Her legs tightened and drew him in deeper, bringing a grunt of surprise from him and a coo of pleasure from her. He jabbed forward, burying the rest of his length deep within her and her coo turned into a groan. Her eye closed and her head fell to the side as he began to pump into her rhythmically. When she could open her eyes she found that her vision swirled dizzily and she fought to remember a time she'd felt so full in her life. She caught him staring down and she followed his gaze to where they came together. For several minutes they both watched lazily as his length disappeared within her only to reappear moments later.
One particular thrust hit her just right and she jumped and squealed, her breasts bounced seductively and he bent his back to capture a nipple in his lips and sucked away merrily. She moaned loudly and grabbed the back of his head, running her hands through his hair, amused by the prickly feeling it gave her palms and for a split second she forgot about their lovemaking until again he plunged into her and elicited another squeal of joy from her throat. Within moments they found themselves short of breath and a thin sheen of sweat shone on their bodies. He found it added to the flush on her cheeks and chest to compliment and already amazing goddess of a woman. When he could stand it no longer he collapsed atop her, his thrusts now erratic and desperate. He nestled his head between her breasts and groaned as he climaxed within her. She came moments late, arriving at her climax just in time to scream his name before he lost consciousness. He came to moments later looking into her face as she touched his cheek gently. He smiled weakly and it turned into a groan when her womanhood clenched him, reminding him suddenly of their current union.
He slid slowly from her entrance and they both groaned in disappointment. they slipped together beneath the sheets and curled together in each other's arms. He nuzzled her chest happily and she cuddled him like a mother with a child. She stroked his head gently as his breathing slowed and marveled at her powers. She had turned a hardened recon scout into a spitting image of a lonely child. It occurred to her that it was exactly what he was, a lonely child, that she had been just what he needed exactly when he needed it most. She smiled gently and whispered in his ear.
"Faye...Faye Valentine"
She awoke in the morning to an empty bed. Her heart leapt into her throat. Every fiber of her being had hoped desperately that his words had been an act, just a shield to keep her out. She bolted out of the bed, dragging a the cr�me colored bed sheet with her like some regal gown. She threw open the door to the hotel room and spilled unceremoniously into the hall. At the far corner a flash of dark blue rounded the corner and the whooped with joy and hurtled barefoot down the hall. She rounded the corner at a dead run and threw herself into the arms and a rather flustered Spike Spiegel.
"You don't have to throw yourself at me Faye"
There was that jackass grin. She stared at him dumbly as her heart shattered. He hadn't been lying, he was gone.
"I said you don't have t--"
"Fuck off Spike I heard it the first time"
She stormed off before he could retort. She collected her cloths and dressed in silence. When she went to collect her Sig from the nightstand she noticed his red beret laying on the table. With a sigh she picked it up and carried it to the bathroom. She stood in front of the vanity mirror for a long time turning the headgear over and over in her hands before she lifted it to her head and settled it in place. She smiled briefly before her face turned serious and she snapped to attention. She played soldier for another few minutes before the removed the hat, tucking it under her arm as she walked out of the room without looking back.
The rest of the day passed wordlessly amongst the crew of the BeBop. Spike assumed it was just one of those days and had actually made an attempt to stay out of Faye's way. Jet just knew better than to ask what had provoked her sour mood this time. Over a dinner of dehydrated noodles Jet flipped the TV on to Big Shot. They had missed the beginning of the show, something Faye was thankful for, the less they had to watch those idiots make fools of themselves the better. The picture made her choke on her mouthful of beef ramen. Marcus stared back at her from a wall on grinning commandos covered in lethal firepower. The camera zoomed in on his face, that jackass grin, those piercing blue eyes. Faye didn't even hear the words or the bounties worth, she only heard Spike and Jet choke on their dinners and knew it was a big one.
"Don't you two dare"
Spike and Jet shared a look and stared at her. She only stared at the picture frozen on the screen.
"What is it Faye? new boyfri-"
"Finish that sentence and you die where you stand..."
She punctuated her words with a glare that made Spike shiver. Jet sat rock solid still, afraid to move, even breath wrong. Faye gave an exasperated sigh and stood. She left the room with her head down and her arms wrapped around herself. Spike and Jet traded another look once she was out of sight.
"I think we better let this fish go Spike"
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Author's Note: Personally I'm rather impressed, it isn't a big deal but I managed to make the fic exactly three thousand seven hundred words long. This is my first attempt at a BeBop fic so I tried to keep it simple, get a feel for what I could do with the characters, see if I could get personalities right, that sort of thing. Please comment, let me know how you think I did.
P.S. Pay close attention to Faye in particular. She feels a little off to me personality wise, not enough wise-cracking, take-on-the-world-alone arrogance.
P.P.S. I think I finally have all the annoying spelling and grammatical errors out. You know, the ones you don't notice until a friend reads it and calls you to let you know how terrible you are at writing? Yeah, got those :P
El Note-o Numero 2: Firstly, I cant speak Spanish (obviously). Secondly, Chapter 2 is in the works. Finally decided where I wanted to go with a new chapter (after my life stopped being annoyingly distracting) and I'm chuggin' right along. Few more days at the most.
