Life is but a Dream (Spike Spiegel x Reader)

Effects of Venus

WARNING: contains strong sexual content and angst (also the L word gets thrown around a lot, get used to it).

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The cold breeze underneath your jacket was a welcomed sensation. The ache at the back of your legs from being on your feet for so long was a relief. You were back in the game as the main breadwinner of the Bebop, getting the bad guys and the coin.

You were overjoyed when told by Jet that you were back in the field, nodding politely  and trying to hold your excitement in. How inappropriate it was  to be taking someone's job and being happy about it. For Spike, he didn't care one bit. Even though he didn't actively try to get out of work, he definitely did not oppose resting at all. The only things he really needed were sleep, food and you.

Geez, he sleeps a lot. You recalled when you ran errands over a day stretch, running all over stars and systems to get things done. Didn't mind it one bit if that meant you left the ship to enjoy a day to yourself.

The days of being free were a constant thought.

You came back to Spike's room that night, still passed out and snoring blissfully. It kind of irritated you that someone could sleep that much. What it did tell you, was that Spike had to be a cat in a past life.

"Spike." You said, shaking his shoulder. Hot and sweaty. He was still out cold. "Spike, wake up."

A deep breath came from his mouth, mumbling in his sleep. "N-nope."

"Yes, you do. Come on, you need to wake up. I know you're starving too, your stomach is louder than your snores." For once, you thought.

"N-no, stay with me." He mumbled, hands instinctively snaking around your body. "So alone."

You chuckled, annoyance melting away at his neediness. "Drama queen, I'm still here."

"Mmm, good."

Taking off your shoes and jacket, you did lay with him for a while. Ears filled with snores, you were trying so hard not to fall asleep with him. He had to get up, move around or he'll get sore. And eat, because medicine works better with food in your system. God, you hated when that caring instinct came through with full force.

Eventually you got him up, albeit grumpy and whiny. It was late at night, the rest of the crew knocked out. Commanding Spike to take a shower and tossing him a freshly washed shirt, you took what leads you had and brought them into the bridge to put in the system. Getting a notepad and pen out, you flipped the computer on and stared at the screen.

Paranoia was getting the best of you. Like right now, it prevented you from doing anything because you were so worried for the future. What will happen? Told from all walks of life that not everything is guaranteed in the moment, and to let what will come happen. But you couldn't help yourself, it was so better to worry than to let things slide. It kept you prepared in case of heartbreak.

So enthralled in your anxious dilemma, you didn't even hear Spike creeping behind you, sitting on a stool with an unlit cigarette dangling out of his mouth.

"Oh, you didn't have to come up here, I just had to do this real quick."

"I haven't talked to you all day." He spoke, taking the cig out of his mouth and twirling it in between his fingers.

You scoffed. "I have, I've been in and out of your room making sure you're okay. You were asleep of course, but I hope you got my messages."

"Huh." He nodded, "Don't think I did, care to tell?"

"The usual, asking if you were still breathing or if you were comfortable. I can recall telling you that no human could sleep for that long and peacefully."