Another fic
Title: Seguedille et Duo
Summary: Romani girls are the most talented in the whole solar system.
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Word Count: 286
Rating/Warnings: R
Pairing: Spike/Faye
A/N: Another piece for 30_kisses. Carmen has infected my brain. I look forward to being a tied-up gypsy.
Faye knew she could get out of the handcuffs, but it was going to take some doing. She couldn’t well try while the fuzzy headed one was still around, even if he didn’t seem to be paying any attention.
“Psst.”
Spike kept his eyes on the television. She was talking again.
“Hey, look over here.”
He didn’t look. He didn’t give a damn unless she was trying to escape.
“Look over here!”
“I heard you the first time,” Spike grumbled.
“Aren’t you tired of this busted old wreck of a ship?” Faye asked him. “You and me, gorgio, we could make a good pair.”
“Don’t you ever shut up?” Spike retorted.
A few silent minutes passed. Faye decided to try a new tack. “You know,” she said, her voice dropping dangerously, “Romani girls are the most,” she laughed slightly, “talented in the whole solar system. If you let me go, maybe we could go back to your room, have a drink, and…”
At that, Spike switched off the television. He stalked across the floor and stood over her. Without warning, he grabbed her, pulling them together and causing the handcuffs to bite painfully at her wrists. He crushed his mouth to hers, invading her with his tongue.
Faye came back to herself after a moment and gave as good as she got. She thought she was getting the upper hand when a hand snaked up and grabbed her breast. Her nipples immediately betrayed her.
Spike released her as suddenly as he had taken her. He stared hard at Faye, sizing her up.
“I’ve had better,” he said lightly, and walked out. He smirked at her frantic cursing as he made his way to the control room.
Summary: Romani girls are the most talented in the whole solar system.
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Word Count: 286
Rating/Warnings: R
Pairing: Spike/Faye
A/N: Another piece for 30_kisses. Carmen has infected my brain. I look forward to being a tied-up gypsy.
Faye knew she could get out of the handcuffs, but it was going to take some doing. She couldn’t well try while the fuzzy headed one was still around, even if he didn’t seem to be paying any attention.
“Psst.”
Spike kept his eyes on the television. She was talking again.
“Hey, look over here.”
He didn’t look. He didn’t give a damn unless she was trying to escape.
“Look over here!”
“I heard you the first time,” Spike grumbled.
“Aren’t you tired of this busted old wreck of a ship?” Faye asked him. “You and me, gorgio, we could make a good pair.”
“Don’t you ever shut up?” Spike retorted.
A few silent minutes passed. Faye decided to try a new tack. “You know,” she said, her voice dropping dangerously, “Romani girls are the most,” she laughed slightly, “talented in the whole solar system. If you let me go, maybe we could go back to your room, have a drink, and…”
At that, Spike switched off the television. He stalked across the floor and stood over her. Without warning, he grabbed her, pulling them together and causing the handcuffs to bite painfully at her wrists. He crushed his mouth to hers, invading her with his tongue.
Faye came back to herself after a moment and gave as good as she got. She thought she was getting the upper hand when a hand snaked up and grabbed her breast. Her nipples immediately betrayed her.
Spike released her as suddenly as he had taken her. He stared hard at Faye, sizing her up.
“I’ve had better,” he said lightly, and walked out. He smirked at her frantic cursing as he made his way to the control room.