Space Cowboy - Spike Spiegel x Reader One Shots

Let's Stay Together

"Hello you."

"Long time no see."

On your to-do list today was going to the grocery store, grabbing more supplies for your ship and weapons, and treating yourself to a little self-care. It did not involve seeing your ex for the first time since you both parted ways so long ago. Usually for the other partners in your life, the conversation following would be so awkward and stressful. You never felt this way about Spike.

"You know her?" A violet-haired woman questioned, her hand resting on her hip.

Spike nodded. "Old flame."

"I'd say the best of them all." You replied, your grip on your groceries loosening.

"Well I mean-" Spike smirked, shrugging. You punched him in his shoulder playfully, giggling. Just like old times.

"I always will be, admit it. Spike and I used to have so much fun together. Didn't we?" You said, smiling up at him.

"Her definition of fun was sleeping in all day." Spike stated.

"Sounds like my kind of girl." The woman joked. "I think I'm going to leave you two to it."

As she walked away, you turned back to Spike. Catching his gaze, you can tell by the look in his eyes how much he missed you. The feeling was completely mutual. So long ago was Spike the biggest love of your life. Everyday was spent together, every second was so full of kindness and affection. Sure you guys slept in a lot, but there were other things you both did that made this relationship so special. Telling each other's deepest fears and secrets, dreams and nightmares, the level of trust was off the charts. Above all, he was your best friend.

For the life of you, you couldn't even remember why you went your separate ways. Carrying only happy memories and extremely positive fondness for Spike, it was only best to remember the good.

"What is it?" You asked, blushing.

He shook his head. "Reminiscing about us."

Nodding slowly, you patted his chest. "It was really nice, us being together."

Spike felt the shockwaves of your touch revinate throughout his chest, warming his cold heart immediately. "Let me buy you a drink."

"I thought you would never ask."

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Spike sipped on his drink slowly as you told him about the last few years of your life. From near death experiences to the worst hardships you ever had to face, it certainly kept him interested. As you told your story, you could not help but notice how intently Spike was listening. Really paying attention and communicating with past lovers was a difficult task to keep up with on both ends, but with him was different.

Remembering the times when he would stay over at your ship, eating take-out and watching crummy television on your holo computer. Doing all of that by yourself is great, but its somehow feels better when someone is doing it with you as well.

"How about you?" You asked, facing Spike.

Setting his drink down, he smirked, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. Anytime he gave you that look, it sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Jesus fuck, this man still did things to you that were deliciously sinful.

"Give a guess." He said.

Smiling, you leaned back into your chair. "Still on the Bebop?"

"You guessed correctly. Have been since we split." He replied.

"That was such a long time ago. I thought that by now you would have settled down and gave up this dangerous life we live." You admitted. "Not with a wife and kids, but to wind down for some peace and quiet."

"I don't think I know any other life than this. I've played this game for so long I don't think I know how to quit." Spike shrugged.

He was right. When you both were together, you came to the conclusion rather quickly that Spike would never settle, even for himself. The same went for you. You loved to travel, explore new places and meet new people, but the thought was always in the back of your mind. Staying in one place, with your other half, in happiness for the remainder of your lives.

"Hmm." You hummed. "I do have one question though."

"And that is?"

"That girl that you were with, you like her?" You teased, taking a sip from your drink.

A scowl splayed across Spike's face. "Faye? Please."

You couldn't help but laugh. Evening turned to night, an hour turned into multiple. Not once was someone not talking. You couldn't remember the last time you had a conversation so invigorating, or a conversation that lasted this long. It was like you both had never broken up. By now, you and Spike were scooted up side by side, feeling the warmth of each other's bodies. Your head laid on his shoulder, and his on your head. The one question that you both had been dreading this whole time was on the tip of your tongue, now spilling out to either break or bond this tender moment.

"What happened to us?"

Silence.

It suddenly grew very tense between you both. Thinking the distance was getting wider, your heart began to drop. That was until finally, after his moment of clarity, Spike held out his hand, motioning for you to take it. Interlocking your fingers through his, you breathed a sigh of relief.

"Right person, wrong time." Spike mumbled against your hair as he pecked a kiss on your head.

"I loved you so much." You whispered softly into Spike's ear.

"I still do." He admitted, his finger lifting your chin to meet his gaze. As your eyes met, you were brought back to the night of your first date, your first kiss, the first time you both made love. That same face you saw each time was still here, the fire that was smothered in the past was now refueling back, bigger than ever before. His lips burned into yours, reminding you what you missed and needed. Your tongue slipped in his mouth against his own. He lost himself in you completely.

The sudden realization that you were in public snapped you back to reality. Pulling away, you reached for your drink. "Somehow you're a better kisser than you were the last time I saw you."

"It's like when you eat something you haven't had in a long time. You forget what it tastes like, and it's a whole new dish, just for you to try over and over again." Spike chuckled, appreciating your soft shove.

Last call was announced in the bar, signaling that your time in heaven was almost up. You feared the parting of your ways, holding on tighter to Spike's hand. You swallowed the last of your drink as you and Spike watched the patrons slowly exit the bar, with the last of you in tow.

"C'mon, it's time to go home."he said, holding his hand out for you to scoot out of the booth.

You walked side by side out of the bar and into the street, making sure to take leisurely steps for more time with each other. You could feel that he was trying to do the same, physical touch becoming more common on you. As you reached the end of the block where you had both ran into each other, Spike's arm snaked around your waist, making you face him.

"I have a suggestion." Spike purred in your ear.

"What's that?" You inquired, intrigued and excited by his new proposition.

"How about you come back to my ship and I can show you what else I'm better at?"

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[A/N] Thank you nathaslosttheirshit on tumblr for this request, we all love a good lovers reunited trope <3