Mmmm.
Title: a last even of last times
Summary: This is the sound of inevitability.
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Word Count: 186
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Pairing: Spike/Faye
A/N: For 30_kisses. Okay, so I'm 4 days late. I kind of like the title better than the fic; it's from "Cascando" by Samuel Beckett.
“Faye?” He’s lying on his side, facing out at the room.
She’s almost asleep when he says it, all languid and worn out from their frenetic lovemaking. It happens every so often; the tension builds and builds until it explodes, till they can’t help but come together.
“Faye,” he says again, and it’s not a question.
“Mmm?” She’s halfway hoping he’ll tell her that he’s going back to his own bed, because it’s starting to get uncomfortable.
“My name is Michael.”
“What?”
“My real name. It’s Michael. I never told anyone before.” Something unclenches inside him, something he didn’t even know was tense.
“Why are you telling me this?”
“I get the feeling I’m not going to be here much longer.”
“You’re not going to die,” she says, kissing him between his shoulder blades. “Don’t be so melodramatic.”
He closes his eyes, pretending not to notice when she slips her arm around him and holds him tight.
Faye huddles close to him, trying to will herself to sleep. She needs to believe he is invincible, because without that, she doesn’t know how much she has left.
Summary: This is the sound of inevitability.
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Word Count: 186
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Pairing: Spike/Faye
A/N: For 30_kisses. Okay, so I'm 4 days late. I kind of like the title better than the fic; it's from "Cascando" by Samuel Beckett.
“Faye?” He’s lying on his side, facing out at the room.
She’s almost asleep when he says it, all languid and worn out from their frenetic lovemaking. It happens every so often; the tension builds and builds until it explodes, till they can’t help but come together.
“Faye,” he says again, and it’s not a question.
“Mmm?” She’s halfway hoping he’ll tell her that he’s going back to his own bed, because it’s starting to get uncomfortable.
“My name is Michael.”
“What?”
“My real name. It’s Michael. I never told anyone before.” Something unclenches inside him, something he didn’t even know was tense.
“Why are you telling me this?”
“I get the feeling I’m not going to be here much longer.”
“You’re not going to die,” she says, kissing him between his shoulder blades. “Don’t be so melodramatic.”
He closes his eyes, pretending not to notice when she slips her arm around him and holds him tight.
Faye huddles close to him, trying to will herself to sleep. She needs to believe he is invincible, because without that, she doesn’t know how much she has left.