Heat Wave

Heat Wave
By cillaxox

Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop or any of the characters used within this story.


“Is there anything on this ship that works?!” Faye shouted from her reclining position on the living room couch. “Sometimes I think I’m living with savages.” She thought of taking a cold shower, but behind her closed eyes she pictured the path to the bathroom and decided it wasn’t worth the walk.

The Bebop’s AC was broken and for the past two days the ship felt like the inside of an oven. On the entire ship there was only one functioning fan and Ed had claimed it for Ein and herself. Faye tried unsuccessfully for two hours to convince the girl to give her the fan. She ended up chasing Ed and Ein off so she wouldn’t have to watch them enjoying the cool air.

While Faye was lying on the couch cursing her bad luck Jet was tinkering around with an air vent. In addition to suffering from the heat she had listen to him banging around. “Jet what are you doing? You’re supposed to be fixing the AC not dusting.” Faye went back to sulking in silence and fanning herself with her hand.

“If you knew anything you would know I am fixing the AC. Right now I’m trying to find the source of the problem.”

“Then shouldn’t you be looking at the control panel instead of digging around in a vent?”

Jet finally looked back at the source of his annoyance. His face was red from the heat and anger. “Don’t tell me how to do my job!” He slammed the cover of the vent back in place and stormed out of the room.

Shortly after he left Spike came strolling through the doorway sucking on a green popsicle, he also had an unopened one in his hand. “You look hot.”

Faye didn’t even bother to open one eye as she said, “Buzz off, I’m busy thinking cool thoughts.” She began ignoring her shipmate.

Spike dragged the extra popsicle across Faye’s forehead. For a few seconds she actually believed her mental exercises were working, but she heard the crinkling sound of plastic. When she looked up at Spike’s smiling face he asked her in a teasing voice, “Do you want it?”

“Where did you get those?”

Spike swung the popsicle back and forth in front of her face. “That’s for me to know.”

Faye snatched at the dangling treat, but Spike quickly lifted it out of her reach. “Not so fast.”

She sat up on the couch and patted the spot next to her. “Spike you look tired, sit down and take a load off.”

Spike knew she was working an angle, but he didn’t mind. It was a welcome change having a nice Faye even if it would be only temporary. The personality change came quicker than expected. Faye tried an ambush attack and lunged after the popsicle. Her fingernails raked over Spike’s arm in an attempt to loosen his grip. He managed to maintain his grip and push Faye off of him all without dropping his own popsicle.

Faye demanded, “Give it to me Spike!”

“Nope.”

“I’ll pay you.”

Spike snorted with laughter. “With what? You lost all your money at the track yesterday.”

“I’ll give you an IOU.”

That last remark made Spike laugh even harder. “Yeah right, like I trust you enough to do that.” He gave Faye a sly smile. “If you really want it you’ll take off your shirt.” Faye pulled off her shirt and threw it off to the side then held out her hand. “If I knew it was going to be that easy I would have asked for more.”

He tossed the popsicle over to Faye and went back to eating his own quickly melting treat. Out the corner of his eye he watched Faye lapping the orange popsicle. He felt his cock grow harder as her tongue moved over the chilly surface. She ate it so fast she barely had time to savor the taste. In her haste a few orange drops fell on her chest. Spike watched one drop in particular as it rolled down the creamy slope of her right breast. He watched as it reached her nipple and clung to it. The drop bounced up and down almost as if it wasn’t sure whether it should fall or stay. Spike made the decision for it. He dropped his head down and captured both the orange drop and the pink nipple in his mouth.

Faye screamed at the top of his head, “Spike what the fuck do you think you’re doing?!”

She tried to push him off, but he latched on tighter. He continued sucking her nipple long after the orange taste was gone. As his tongue traced delicate circles Faye’s struggles steadily lessened until she did nothing except moan in delight. Her soft sounds of pleasure emboldened Spike. He moved his tongue up and backtracked the now sticky path the drop had taken. Once the orange trail was gone Spike began making his own path, his tongue created imaginary patterns over Faye’s breasts. Everywhere his tongue went it left a field of goose bumps in its wake. While laving her ample mounds Spike’s right hand reached for Faye’s yellow shorts. Just as he was about to undo the snaps that held them in place Faye slapped his hand away. She gave him a wicked smile. “The deal was I would take off my shirt if you gave me a popsicle.” She pulled at the waistband of her shorts. “If you want these off it’ll cost you.”

In a flash Spike was off the couch and running as fast as he could. When he returned he was out of breath and carrying two more popsicles. Faye held her hand out expectantly, but Spike told her, “The shorts first.”

She grumbled, but still complied with his terms. Once the shorts were off she said, “As an added bonus I’ll take these off too.” She took off her panties and set them to the side along with her shorts. She held out a hand and told Spike, “Gimme.”

Spike’s eyes were locked on Faye’s body. Her cheeks were slightly flushed. Her breasts were gently rising and falling with every breath she took. He watched as several trails of sweat criss-crossed as they raced down between her breasts and past her ribs. A majority of the trails met at her belly button where they combined to form one giant drop that cascaded down into her thatch of pubic hair only to be lost in the violet forest. Her hands sat perched atop the curve of her hips. Her thighs were spread giving Spike a glimmer of what was buried in between them.

Faye tapped her foot in impatience. “I said gimme!”

Spike absentmindedly tossed her the popsicle. To him the room suddenly felt ten degrees hotter and it wasn’t due to the lack of air conditioning.

In between licks of her cherry popsicle Faye told Spike, “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you never saw a naked woman before.”

Spike tried to come up with a retort, but his brain had stopped functioning. Faye noticed the dazed look in his eyes and smiled behind her popsicle. As she was silently laughing she noticed Spike’s attire. He was wearing his usual yellow shirt and blue slacks, but his jacket was nowhere to be seen. His shirt was unbuttoned halfway, untucked and the shirt sleeves were rolled up. He had also rolled up the cuffs of his pants a couple of inches. Just like her, he wasn’t wearing any socks or shoes.

With his jacket on Spike’s body looked deceptively lanky, but with his shirt sleeves rolled up Faye could easily see his arm muscles. Every time he lifted the popsicle to his mouth his biceps flexed. Faye thought about what it would be like to be embraced by those arms and discovered she wasn’t as against the idea as she thought she would be. Much to her surprise Spike removed his shirt all together as he complained about the extreme temperature. Her eyes widen as she noticed the way his pecs stood out. She licked her lips when she saw the outline of his abs. She definitely liked what she saw.

Spike was so distracted by Faye’s naked body he didn’t notice her advancing on him. He was a little taken aback to see her standing in front of him seductively sucking on the tip of her popsicle. After several moments of eying Spike at her leisure and licking the cherry tip she finally made her move. She took her popsicle and circled it around Spike’s nipple. It instantly hardened at the icy contact.

Spike hissed loudly then asked Faye in a gruff voice, “Have you lost your mind?!”

Faye decided not to answer Spike’s question right away. She lowered her head and ran her tongue over Spike’s nipple. She could hear a deep rumble in his chest from him groaning as she applied her wet ministrations. She pulled her head back then looked up at Spike and purred, “I’m just returning the favor.”

She continued licking the taut pebble of flesh. She was so close to Spike her lower body brushed against the hard bulge in his pants. The added tactile sensation made Spike moan loudly. Faye stopped her licking. She grabbed Spike by the back of his head and pulled it down until it was even with her mouth. She whispered in it, “Get undressed and lay down on the couch.”

As he undressed Spike asked, “What about the others?”

“Jet’s down below working on the AC unit. Ed is locked in her room hogging the only fan we have.” She snickered softly. “Don’t tell me you’re scared they’ll catch us.”

“Hell no!” To prove he wasn’t all talk Spike stripped off his pants and stood naked before Faye.

Faye smirked at him and said, “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t impressed. But I would also be lying if I said it was the best I’ve seen.”

Spike pulled the teasing minx forward and kissed her harshly on the lips. He ended up crushing both of they’re popsicles between them. When he pulled back red and purple smudges covered both their chests. He was about to lick the colorful stains off Faye, but she stopped him. “Forget about that and lay down on the couch.”

For once Spike decided to listen to Faye. He was about to throw his popsicle away when Faye said, “No keep that, we’ll use it later.” He didn’t exactly understand why she wanted to keep the popsicles, but he didn’t argue with her about it. After he lay down Faye approached him. She lowered her dripping pussy onto Spike’s face; once it was in position he eagerly began to devour it. He lapped at the source of the oozing honey and forgot all about the popsicle he was holding in his hand. Suddenly he felt an intolerable chill run along the underside of his shaft.

“Ouch!” Spike’s head jerked up causing his nose to be buried in Faye’s warm slit. When he pulled his head back he yelled, “Don’t do that!”

In her own defense Faye said, “It was just an experiment. Here let me make it up to you.”

Faye rose up on her knees and hovered above Spike’s lips. While he sucked on her clit she bit off a piece of her cherry popsicle and let it melt in her mouth. She then lowered her head and engulfed Spike’s erection. The contrast between his hot flesh and her cold mouth made Spike’s whole body shudder. Faye continued working her head up and down until her mouth returned to its normal temperature.

Spike told Faye in a raspy voice, “Do it again.”

While Faye gave Spike another cool blow job he took his popsicle and rubbed it against her clit. He circled it round and round until Faye begged him to put his mouth back on her. Spike cupped her clit with his tongue then sucked hard. In addition to pleasuring the bundle of nerves Spike took what remained of his popsicle and placed it against her opening. He inserted it in a few centimeters then began twisting it around. Faye screamed loudly, but instead of telling him to stop she pushed back on the popsicle and took it in until she felt Spike’s fingers brush up against her lips. Spike wriggled the popsicle around for a few moments then slowly withdrew it. Once he pulled it out he saw that Faye’s hot insides had melted more then half of it away. Spike took what remained of the treat out and placed it in his mouth. He thoroughly enjoyed the exotic taste created by the grape popsicle and Faye’s juices. When he pulled the delicious treat out of his mouth the only thing that remained was the stick, which he promptly threw to the floor. He placed his mouth over Faye’s dripping slit and sucked out what we remained of the new elixir.

Faye was enjoying Spike’s mouth so much she completely forgot about the popsicle she was holding. It fell to the floor with a soft thump that went unnoticed by both of them. Suddenly noticing she had a free hand Faye used it to gently fondle the heavy sac that sat between Spike’s legs. As she kneaded the swollen balls she continued sucking on Spike’s cock. She swallowed it down past the halfway point then formed a tight seal with her luscious lips and moved her head up and down at a brisk pace. While she sucked him off Spike thrust his hips upward driving his shaft deeper into Faye’s moist cavern.

Even though Spike was receiving one hell of a blow job he still maintained enough self-control to continue licking Faye. He delved his tongue into her juicy tunnel and twirled it around. He used one of his hands to massage her clit. The circumference of Spike’s erection muffled the pleasure filled moans that were coming from her mouth at regular intervals. She gently rocked her hips back and forth over Spike’s roving tongue. Her thighs clenched tightly against the sides of his face and she came hard. While Faye came Spike withdrew his tongue and let thick juices flow freely into his waiting mouth.

After Faye finished cumming Spike planted one hand on each of her butt cheeks and pushed up. He pitched her body forward until her arms along with the rest of her upper body were resting on the arm of the couch.

Spike let out a whistle. “Nice ass Faye. Those shorts really don’t do it justice.”

Faye looked over her shoulder and told him with a wink. “Go ahead and touch it. There’s no need to be shy.”

Spike pinched one of her shapely ass cheeks. “Trust me shyness won’t be a problem.” He placed his cock at the opening of her hot entrance. His voice was thick with lust as he said, “Get ready.” That was the only warning he gave her. The second Spike plunged into Faye she threw her head back and howled with pleasure. He pushed in deep not caring whether or not she could handle all of his thick cock. One hard shove was all it took to fill her tunnel up completely. She was so tight it felt like her walls were crushing him. It felt so good he could have came right then and there, but the thought of Faye chasing him around the ship and screaming at him for not satisfying her gave him the strength to hold back. But she certainly wasn’t making it easy for him. Faye was sliding on and off his cock and urging him to fuck her faster. On top of that the sight of her leaning over the arm of the couch with her legs spread was turning him on even further. He had a clear view of his cock going in and out of her hot, wet pussy. Spike finally resorted to squeezing his eyes closed and shutting out the arousing the sight completely.

Faye was breathing heavily as she said, “It’s good to know you\'re at least good at one thing.”

Spike kept his eyes shut as he asked, “And what might that be Faye?”

“Fucking me.” She capped her sentence off with a long prolonged wail that made Spike’s ears ring.

“Words of praise from Ms. Faye Valentine. I better finish this up quick just in case this is the apocalypse.”

She was about to tell him off, but Spike began pumping her harder. Her cruel words died in her throat. He rammed her so hard her teeth were rattling. Even though the sex was slightly painful she begged him for more. Spike felt his shaft become enveloped with a warm liquid; the extra lubricant allowed him to pound her even rougher and deeper. A look of triumphant was on his face as he made her cum again.

Faye looked back over her shoulder and saw that Spike’s eyes were closed. “What’s wrong with your eyes?” Even though she was in middle of being fucked she still managed to find a way to tease. “Oh I get it, you’ve never seen anything as beautiful as me and it’s temporarily blinded you.”

Spike kept his eyes shut as he said, “Just shut up and enjoy it.”

“I want you to open your eyes.”

“No!”

Faye pulled herself forward and slid off of Spike’s erection. She pushed him into a sitting position on the couch and mounted him. She eased her tight tunnel down on his shaft and slowly began to ride it. She cooed in a honey voice, “Look at me Spike.”

He opened eyes and saw her eyes narrowed in a dreamy way and her ruby lips parted as she sighed softly. She began moving her hips faster. She tossed her head back as her sighs turned into wanton moans. Not once did she break eye contact with Spike and neither did he. He held onto her hips and thrust his pelvis into hers. Faye wrapped her arms around Spike’s neck and held him close. Warm brown eyes met wild green eyes as the pair both came at the same time.

Exhausted and even hotter then they were before they started Spike and Faye stretched out on the couch. It wasn’t the most comfortable fit, but they were both too tired to do anything about it. A blast of cool air stirred the pair from their post sex reverie. Spike sat up and said, “I guess Jet got the AC going.”

“It took him long enough. I bet he could’ve had done hours ago, but he was just trying to torture me.”

Spike laughed at her paranoid ramblings. He watched as she put on her shorts then slipped her shirt on. He asked her, “Where do you think you’re going?”

“To take a cold shower.”

The exhausted cowboy said with a smile, “Cold showers are usually taken before you have sex so you don’t have it, not after you’ve already done the deed.”

His beautiful shipmate responded with, “Not when said sex makes you hotter than you were before you had it. Besides I don’t want to walk around smelling like you.” When she reached the doorway she looked back over her shoulder and said, “Let me know if you get anymore popsicles.”

Spike smiled at her and nodded his head. “Will do.”

~*~A FEW HOURS LATER~*~

The door to Spike’s room opened without the person on the other side bothering to knock first. He looked up from the underside of his pillow and saw Jet towering over him. The older man glared at him and asked in an accusing voice, “Do you know what happened to my popsicles?”

Without skipping a beat Spike replied, “Not a clue.”

Jet’s arms, which previously had been clasped behind his back, suddenly sprang in front of Spike’s unimpressed eyes. “I knew you were going to say that. I have proof that shows you ate them.” He opened the viewing window of the camera and pushed play. Spike looked at the small screen and saw himself walking into the living room eating a popsicle. Jet paused the image and exclaimed, “I have proof you were the one taking my popsicles. I knew it had to be either you or Faye eating them. For three weeks I’ve been trying to figure out which of you it was. I finally got the idea to set up this camera and catch the thief on tape. You are that thief Spike!”

Seeing no point in denying the incontrovertible evidence Spike said, “You caught me.” He sat up on his bed and rubbed his bushy hair. “Have you looked at the rest of the tape?”

“No, I saw everything I needed to see in the first two minutes.”

“Maybe you should take a look at the rest.”

Jet followed Spike’s suggestion. After three minutes he said, “So Faye was in on it too.”

Spike stood up and stretched his body. “Keep looking.”

A couple of minutes later Jet’s jaw dropped open. He looked at Spike in disbelief. “This a tape of you and Faye having sex.” His eyes were pulled back to the screen. In between his legs he experienced a stirring that he felt the urgent need to relieve himself of.

The green haired bounty hunter gave his partner a sly grin. “Think of how many popsicles you can buy if we sell this.”

Jet looked back in forth between Spike and the camera. He weighed the pros and cons of the risky maneuver. So far the pros were winning. “What about Faye? Do we have to give her any of the money?”

Spike looked at Jet and gave him a big smile. “Only if she finds out about it.”