Life is but a Dream (Spike Spiegel x Reader)

Alone at Last

WARNING: strong sexual content and smoking

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You couldn't call yourself happy, but you were certainly content.

The one time your choice made in anger resolved a problem. Every morning before six, you would leave Spike's room on cloud nine. You're definitely not going to lie, but getting your back blown out almost every night can be exhausting. But its so fucking worth it. Sneaking out of your bedroom after you were sure the other crew members retired for the night made you feel like you rebellious teenager all over again.

It almost always took place in Spike's room. His hand covering your mouth while he pounded his cock into your aching pussy happened at least once while you guys did it. Even now you could feel the grip of his calloused hands on your hips as he thrusted inside and out of you. He doesn't make it any better when he whispers just how wet and tight you are, or calling you every filthy name in the book. It was a brand new experience every time, and you craved more.

That was until Jet assigned you both on the trail for a new bounty head.The reward was only going for one million woolong, but the effort that was being asked to put into finding it was too much. For the past week, day and night, you and Spike prowled the streets. Looking for any leads, it all led to a dead end. Frustration began to build quickly, since your time was helping Jet research while Spike sulked somewhere on the other parts of the Bebop.

Content, not happy. Doing all the work in a two person project was not really fun at all. You wanted to ask why Faye was not helping, but you didn't want to overstep your boundaries. Lost in the midst of your new fixation, you completely threw the reward on Faye off the table. Sure it was a hefty bounty, but now that you were in a closer proximity working together, it would be a betrayal that you could never come back from.

Was it love?

It couldn't be. Too soon to tell. The walk back to your room after your nightly escapades consisted of your bruised psyche as to what your attraction was to Spike. In the beginning, physical attraction is what brought you closer to him. You wanted his touch all over your body, resonating his intoxicating aura onto you. It was so much like a drug, not one dose ever being enough. But now it was the rest of him that you were so attracted to. His very presence could satisfy you, because that's all you needed. You just needed him near you at all times.

You're pretty sure Spike didn't feel the same way. You could be friends with benefits at night and crime fighting buddies during the day. To him, it sounded like a win-win situation. The gnawing feeling of wanting more ache throughout inside you every time you think of this "nice" arrangement. A murmur to drop kick directly back into the void where it belongs, you thought.

Dusk turned to evening on some fucking crater city on Mars. Or Venus? You couldn't remember nor did you care. What you wanted was sleep or dick, and you couldn't have either.

Strolling on the lower levels of the city, the nightlife bustled from street vendors and nightclubs opening their doors to party-goers. The smell was so alluring, your stomach growling softly. Even though it wasn't a happy memory, it smelled like home. You would always consider the diner of being your true home, with someone who cared deeply for you. The happy memory turned sour as you remembered your painful goodbye to Lou. The pain and tears in her eyes as you walked away from her tore you apart. You didn't want to leave your mother figure for anything, but if you stayed one more minute in that godforsaken town, you would've stayed there for the rest of your life.

Part of the plan was to lure your bounty out, then Spike would finish the rest. That meant you were playing the part of the decoy. Like a bird performing a mating ritual, you had to flash and excite those bloodthirsty eyes that had preyed on so many girls before you. It made you feel sick, but if that's what got your share of the bounty, then so be it.