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Chapter List
- 1-Jupiter Jazz (interlude)
- 1
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. Neither
does some of the expository dialogue in the setup and the ending.

Fandom: Cowboy Bebop

Pairing: Faye/Gren

Rated: NC-17 This story contains graphic sex. If you are
offended by such, please skip this one.

This takes place between the sessions Jupiter Jazz Part 1,
and Jupiter Jazz Part 2 immediately after Faye discovers that Gren is making a
deal with Vicious. I�ve included some of the dialogue from the sessions in the
beginning and the end to make it flow better. I feel that this very well could
have happened and if it didn�t, then damn it, it should have.

Jupiter Jazz
(interlude)

By Tankgirlie

Faye crept up to the shower. Hard to breathe in the heavy
steamy air, but that was of no concern at the moment. She kept her eyes on the
silhouetted figure under the water stream to make sure he didn�t unexpectedly
step out of the shower stall. She ripped back the curtain, simultaneously
thrusting her pistol out at Gren. She gasped and let her aim lapse a bit as her
gaze traveled down Gren�s body, from his gently sculpted face, to the pair of
breasts, to the rounded hips and cock. �What the hell?� She thought.

�A woman? Which one are you?!� She demanded, her gun once
again trained on the slender, androgynous figure smiling placidly back at her.
He looked as if he had meant this to happen, or at least was expecting her. The
gun didn�t phase him at all.

Gren leaned into her, close, backing her up and pinning her
against the bathroom wall. His calm eyes steadily held her confused and scared
ones captive. �I�m both at once, and neither one.� He replied.

Faye sat slumped with her gun between her knees, unwilling
to put it down although there seemed to be no immediate threat, as Gren told
her his story. They sat facing one another in his tiny apartment filled with
his piano and mementos of his past. Old photographs belied a tender
sentimentality. He told her about the war on Titan in which he fought and his
comradeship fighting alongside the man called Vicious. He detailed the moment
that Vicious gave him a tiny music box, it�s tune one he played to this day on
his saxophone.

�When I came home from the war they put me in prison. They
thought I was a spy.

I heard it was Vicious that testified against me. I started
to go crazy.

So they gave me some new drug they were testing on
prisoners, it was highly addictive.�

Gren paused and sighed.

�And the side effects, well, my hormones went out of balance
and this is what happened.

Since I came here there�s been one other person who knew
about vicious. You�re only the second one and the second one I�ve told about
this.� He said, referring to his bigendered state. He did so with a sad but
resigned note in his voice.

�Why are you going to see Vicious? Didn�t you say he framed
you? Faye asked.

�I want to find out if he did.�

�He�ll murder you.�

�Death does not frighten me.�

�You�re lying.� Faye snapped.

�Either way, I don�t have long to live.�

�Why did you bring me here?�

Picking up Vicious�s music box from the keys of the old piano
and pocketing it, Gren replied, �Maybe I wanted to be with someone. I� I don�t
know.�

�You just help someone selfishly and take them home, and
then you go off to die.� Faye said angrily as she cocked her pistol. She swung
her arm around to target Gren but he was already moving and the three shots
crashed out wildly, missing him and burying themselves in the apartment wall.
Before she could get a bead on him, she really didn�t want to anyway, Gren was
on top of her. He was slender, but tall. His left hand grabbed Faye�s right
wrist and shook the pistoom hom her grip. As she heard it hit the floor, Faye
realized that she was in deep trouble. She alone knew about the deal Gren was
doing with Vicious, and, tough and quick as she was, she was overpowered.

Gren now had her other wrist in his grip and wrestled her
against the wall, photos fluttering to the floor as they were torn from the
wall. Faye twisted to the left and tried to duck under Gren�s long arms but she
was pinned. She thrashed wildly, trying to dislodge her attacker�s grip. She
suddenly slumped helplessly when she noticed that he was looking at her not
unkindly, even, yes, there was unmistakable lust there too. Maybe she

could use this to her advantage. And he was very
attractive after all. She had to admit that she had been attracted from the
moment she saw him on stage at the Blue Crow.

�Faye,� Gren said softly, �I really think I don�t want to be
alone right now.� She couldn�t look away, he had a hypnotic gaze and his eyes
were slightly misted over with sincerity. He pressed his body weight against
her and she didn�t mind this invasion. It had been a long time since she had
really felt any human contact. The boys on the Bebop didn�t count for much at
all. There was never anything there; Spike was so pigheaded and wrapped up
in�whatever the hell his head was wrapped up in. She could never bring herself
to become close to him. And Jet, well, he was too old. Besides, neither
one showed any interest in her, which she found a little insulting. Her decision
made, she turned her face so that he could kiss her.

Hmmm, she had thought that she didn�t need, or want this
anymore. His kisses were gentle as he held her firmly against the wall, her
hands above her head, anchored there. She began to kiss him back, more firmly,
aggressively. She bit at his lower lip and chewed on it. Taking the cue, he let
go his right hand and gripped her by the back of her black hair with it and
kissed her rougher, but playfully. This was the first time since before the war
he had felt free to touch another person in this manner. He wanted to cry.

�I thought you said women weren�t your style.� She teased, a
smirk on her face.

�They aren�t, but you are.� He whispered. The smirk
disappeared.

She took his face in her one free hand and felt the soft
skin, not like the coarser skin and light stubble of the men she had been with
in the past. This was no ordinary man. He guided her to the floor and she
rolled over on top of him. Breasts, They were lovely and round too. �I
wonder�..� she thought. She straddled him and slid down to be able to have
access to his breasts. She tentatively licked one. It really was not so bad. It
was pleasant how responsive they were too. As she flicked her tongue across the
nipple it

tightened and jutted out. She licked her forefinger and let
it play across the other one while she sucked this one into her mouth and
chewed lightly, playfully on it. Gren drew in a sharp breath, and panted
lightly.

�It�s been so long.� He breathed.

It had been a long time for them both. Gren because he
couldn�t, and Faye because she wouldn�t.

Faye smiled then planted kisses on his belly and ran her
tongue down his side, making him arch his back.�The skin is so soft, pleasant,
she thought. Nibbling her way down to his groin, the robe fell open all the way
and revealed some activity in that area.

�You�re able to still function?� Asked Faye.

�A little, but not enough.� He panted.

�Does it feel good when I do this?� she asked as she took
his semi-hard cock in her mouth.

�Yeeeessssss.�

She swirled her tongue around and flicked up under the head.
Gren arched his back. He would not be able to come, but this felt great
nonetheless. It had been so long.

Faye reached up with one had to cup his breast and kept the
other hand wrapped around his cock.

Her mouth around his cock felt great, warm, wet, soft,
and�.loving. At least she loved what she was doing. He could feel her tongue
sliding around the shaft. It was like having lots of mini-orgasms whenever it
swirled under the head. He wrapped his fingers into her hair and pulled her
face down into his crotch. She grunted, but didn�t gag. Faye thought about how
vulnerable Gren might be at this moment. She could see the gun on the floor out
of the corner of her eye, as her head bobbed up and down. If she bit hard and
made a grab for it, she could be home free. But really, she was enjoying this
moment of intimacy and didn�t feel that Gren was any real threat to her at this
stage. Her lust and loneliness won out.

She kept up a steady pace for perhaps five minutes when Gren
suddenly sat up, pulled her up by her shoulders, and rolled her over onto her
back. He swung himself on top of her.

He held her down by the shoulders; it felt good to be
restrained this way and to have surrendered her options in the matter. He
leaned down, his long fine hair falling in

shiny ebon pools around her face and kissed her again. It
ticked her ears and cheeks. He unsnapped the suspenders holding her shorts up
and she arched her back up so that he could pull them down and off. Shorts, he
couldn�t help thinking. What was she doing wandering around on this frozen moon
in shorts. Callisto was damned cold. He shrugged off the thought. Then he was
between her legs and licking around the hood of her clit. He nibbled the
insides of her legs near her cunt and went back at her clit, lightly at first
till it got hard and pushed out of the hood. He flicked it with his tongue and
stopped for a breath of air.

�Oh god! You�re not gonna stop now, are you?� Faye panted.

He went back to tormenting her with his tongue and felt the
tension growing in her. In her torso and in her legs. He felt and tasted the
moisture from inside her, wetting the insides of her thighs and his face. He
wished that he could be inside her. She shivered and thrust her pelvis into his
face as she pulled his head into her cunt, smothering him. She was sobbing as
she climaxed.

How long had it been since she
had opened herself up this much to another person? She didn�t care. Tears
flowed down her face, wetting her hair as she lay back heavily and let them go.
Gren realized that his eyes were wet too. This was more than he could have
asked for. This woman who had opened fire on him only a short time earlier was
the last person he would share such a moment with, he was sure of that. One way
or another, his life as he had known it was over.

Faye had retrieved her pistol and clothes and was dressed
and lying back on Gren�s modest couch, her eyes closed, as he poured them both
glasses of sake. She smelled the steaming wine as he held her glass out to her
and opened her eyes.

�Thanks. For the help, for�.everything.� She said, with an
uncharacteristic humility. She found it hard to meet his eyes and was painfully
aware of them on her. She took a sip and glanced up at him and smiled
sheepishly.

�I should thank you.�

�Huh?� Faye drained off her glass in one gulp.

�You�ve given me a special going away present.� He
explained.

She began to feel heavy, sleepy. Her eyes wanted to close.

�So that�s it, you�re still going?� she slurred.

�I�m afraid it�s something I have to do. And I�m sorry for
having to do this to you.�

Faye suddenly realized what was
going on and reached for her gun lethargically, it was so heavy, she couldn�t
sit up, muscles not responding to orders. The gun clattered to the floor, her
fingers too weak to grip it. Her head hit the couch cushion.

�Hey, hey, wake up.� Jet said, lightly slapping Faye�s face.

She turned her face sleepily towards him, her eyes not
wanting to open.

�Huh? It�s you.� She said numbly as the light of recognition
broke over her. She wondered dully how Jet had found her. And where she was
anyhow.

She became aware that her hands were bound behind her
somehow. Cold metal at her wrists. She seemed to be on a bed, but it was dim
and she was so sleepy.

�What the hell is this all about?� Jet demanded.

He rolled her over on her side and saw her wrists handcuffed
behind her back.

�Oh, I get it, he�s one of those kind of guys, huh?�

�What are you
talking about? You mean Gren?� Faye replied softly, �He�s not like anyone
else.�
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