![]() “Hey!” Faye cried from her spot on the couch opposite him. He tasted like stale cigarette smoke, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care with the way you melted into his touch. Wasting no time, he gently tugged at your hair, slipping his tongue into your mouth when you gasped. With one swift move of his lanky arm he swiped all the contents off the coffee table, then reached over to lock his lips onto yours. “So can someone please make the first move before I-” “I’m bisexual and horny.” Both of them raised their eyebrows in interest. Liquid courage you thought to yourself before opening it and taking a swig. (And ideally before Jet returned with your sister.) Your free hand reached over for the bottle of whiskey Spike had left on the table. You weren’t sure how long you had been stuck like this, but with the way they both looked at you, then each other left you desperate for contact. You weren’t sure if his question was a joke or not, but after you gave your answer, it was clear this was no longer a joking manner.Īnd so began their standoff. “Oh, I’d love to find out.” You answered. “(Y/N), who do you think is better at sex?” He asked sincerely, clearly trying to prove a point. “Use your critical thinking skills.” Spike fought off the urge to roll his eyes and instead turned to you. “I’ll let you take a guess.” She gestured herself up and down, allowing both of you to take in the sight of her curves through her pajamas. You couldn’t help but laugh, and neither could Faye it seemed. “I’m saying you’re either too inexperienced or too selfish to be good in bed.” She answered after a drag of her cigarette. “What are you saying?” He questioned, although it sounded more like a challenge. “I’ve probably pleasured more women than you have.” She laughed. You and Faye both quirked an eyebrow and stared at him. “I don’t hate women, I just hate women with attitudes.” He argued. Spike’s (likely exaggerated) story of when a woman wanted and run away with him as he was hunting a bounty on Venus. ![]() The three of you were sharing stories from before your paths crossed. “What can I say? The ladies love me.” Spike laughed. You had a royal flush, something you would be overjoyed about had the game not been abandoned long ago for something more interesting. Two pairs of eyes burned into you as you glanced down at the cards in your hands with disinterest. The atmosphere on the Bebop felt like a Mexican standoff.
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