Life is but a Dream (Spike Spiegel x Reader)

Something About Us

What the fuck.

You quickly shut the door after you, dropping your jacket and bag on the ground. Pacing the floor, you clasped your hands over your mouth.

What did I just see?

Feelings of embarrassment, excitement and anger burst in a thousand directions. So many questions ran through your head, but you didn't know where to start. In the midst of your panic, you grabbed your purse, searching for something that didn't exist. In all honesty, you didn't know what you were doing. Toying with your purse, you began to slow down and think.

What happens next?

All you had to do was come back to the ship and start cleaning up. After shopping all day with Faye and Jet, you needed to take a break from playing big sister to Ed and Ein. As you excused yourself, you promised dinner was on you, much joy on Jet's part. Walking home, nervousness settled in as you realized that Spike was probably home alone. This could be your chance to reconnect with him, mend a bruised bond back to where it was at the beginning. This could be good.

Making up your mind, you grabbed a bottle of whiskey and a carton of cigarettes as a peace treaty. Hopeful in your decision, you proudly strutted up the stairs to his room, opened the door, and voila.

Spike splayed across his bed, moaning and jacking himself off.

All this time, you thought that he hated you. But now it was evidently clear he hated you with a passion. You admitted, you thought of Spike the same way too, every single day since you both had met. But attachment was not your forte, it wasn't even a word in your dictionary.

You could tell the same could be said for Spike. There was some way you could at least fix this.

The rest of the crew could be back any minute. You remembered what you needed to look for now I'm your purse. You powered on your pocket holopad, typing in the following:

SENDER: [Y/N]

[ Are you coming back to the ship? Need to know so I can start cleaning up. ]

That was a fucking lie, you thought.

Not even a second later, your holopad pinged.

RECEIVER: JET

[Probably not for another few more hours. The kids ran off. Me and Faye have got tired of looking, so we're taking a break. If they come back to the ship, let us know, will you?]

Silently jumping with joy, you put the holopad on your cluttered desk. Having plenty of time to confront Spike, you laid all your options out in the opening.

One, you could go in, apologize for intruding, (you knew better to knock), and leave it at that.

Two, barge in, and let Spike have it. Yell and scream about how you felt, and go absolutely apeshit on him. Man, that would feel amazing. The cons of this decision is the teunsion will only worsen, you thought. We'll put it on the back burner for now.

Mixing up your options was another choice. Apologize, but scold his ass for everything he put you through. That sounds feasible.

You couldn't explain how beyond grateful to have done your makeup and picked the only clean outfit you had. Making your way towards the door, you built up courage with each step. A small knock stops you in your tracks. Panicking, you back up against the wall.

"You there?" Spike murmured.

"Uhh, yeah." You replied hesitantly.

"Can I come-"