Cowboy Bebop: Jet/Spike: Five Emotions, surprise
Title: Looking
Author/Artist: rosehiptea
Theme: Five Emotions: surprise
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 191
Jet Black isn't known to say, "There's no harm in looking."
Looking leads to wanting; wanting leads to touching. So when Spike strips to his undershirt and flops down onto the couch to smoke, Jet doesn't look, doesn't picture what Spike's skin would feel like under his touch. When Spike brushes past him in their close quarters, moving as smoothly as always, Jet tries not to think about it, tries not to wonder what that body would be like pressed against his.
Finally one night they are at the dinner table, and Jet looks across at Spike, focusing on a shoulder rather than his face.
"You haven't looked me in the eye for days, Jet," Spike says.
"It's your imagination," Jet says gruffly.
"I know what's going on," Spike continues.
Jet really doubts that. "There's nothing going on."
Then suddenly Spike walks around the table and bends to kiss him on the mouth. This makes no sense, and is too surprising to analyze. Spike tastes of cigarettes and mystery. Jet can't stop thinking, but he buries his good hand in Spike's hair, kisses him fiercely, and pretends that only having now will be enough.
Author/Artist: rosehiptea
Theme: Five Emotions: surprise
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 191
Jet Black isn't known to say, "There's no harm in looking."
Looking leads to wanting; wanting leads to touching. So when Spike strips to his undershirt and flops down onto the couch to smoke, Jet doesn't look, doesn't picture what Spike's skin would feel like under his touch. When Spike brushes past him in their close quarters, moving as smoothly as always, Jet tries not to think about it, tries not to wonder what that body would be like pressed against his.
Finally one night they are at the dinner table, and Jet looks across at Spike, focusing on a shoulder rather than his face.
"You haven't looked me in the eye for days, Jet," Spike says.
"It's your imagination," Jet says gruffly.
"I know what's going on," Spike continues.
Jet really doubts that. "There's nothing going on."
Then suddenly Spike walks around the table and bends to kiss him on the mouth. This makes no sense, and is too surprising to analyze. Spike tastes of cigarettes and mystery. Jet can't stop thinking, but he buries his good hand in Spike's hair, kisses him fiercely, and pretends that only having now will be enough.