There are days when Gren doesn't seem to want to get out of her bed or her room. Or doesn't want her to get out of his.

She still goes when she wants to and doesn't when she doesn't want to. And she expects the same from him.

Whatever they are at the moment, they don't own each other ( Read more... )

One thing Faye Valentine knows is that she's a hell of a woman. She's heard it said before, and she doesn't really care what the reasons for it have been. She is exactly who she is, and she has no apologies to make to anyone ( Read more... )

Faye hates losing.

She hates it when the stakes are high, she hates it when the stakes are low, and she hates it even when there really aren't much in the way of stakes at all.

Some of the things she misses most about life out there are the toys she had at her disposal to make sure she didn't lose ( Read more... )

When movement on the bed wakes her, Faye rolls over onto her stomach and pillows her head on her folded arms. Her eyes open, and she peers quietly over her arm at Gren as he sits up next to her ( Read more... )

There's no hesitation between remembering everything and stopping in front of Gren's door.

The hesitation comes once she gets there, and for about a solid thirty seconds, she stands there, her eyes determined but her hand not certain it wants to knock.

But then she does it -- loudly -- and that's that.

Through a window, she can see the moon, bigger and more luminous than she possibly could imagined with both feet on the ground ( Read more... )

Faye's not sure what it is that keeps her up at night, but her mind starts wandering every time she tries to get to sleep.

She's been here six months now, and it's almost harder to sleep now than it was when she first got here. And back then, she even spent a few nights in one of those uncomfortable booths downstairs.

Someone really should tell ( Read more... )

It's cold outside.

Really cold.

But Faye's never let the cold stop her before. She gets a coat (her coat, which she asked the bar for) out of her closet and pulls it on, then her gloves, and doesn't bother to bundle up more warmly than that ( Read more... )

Faye can't put her finger on exactly how many days it's been since she found this place ( Read more... )

She can't stay out here crying in the corridor, and she doesn't know whether Jet's staying in the main cabin for his own macho male pride or for her sake ( Read more... )