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Chapter List
- 1-Part I: Wolf Eyes
- 2-Part II: Wolf Cub
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Disclaimer: I do in no way shape or form own Cowboy Bebop or any of its characters. I use them simply for my own enjoyment, entertainment, and pleasure in addition to shaping them to share them with you, the reader.

Wolf Eyes

By Crystal Delphina

Completed: June 1, 2003

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I don't know how it started.

"That bounty was mine, and you know it you ass," she ranted as she followed her comrade into the main den of the ship they called home.
"I believe I was the one who caught him," he replied easily, ignoring the looks of hatred she sent his way.
"Fuck off Spike."
"Why Faye, I didn't know you cared," he drawled, sending her a wink that only further irritated her.
After depositing the money on the table in front of Jet, Spike sauntered off towards his room, leaving the disgruntled Faye in his wake.
"What'd he do now?" Faye turned towards the older man who took a slow drag of his cigarette.
"I was the one that found Sedric. I was the one who chased his ship all over the city. I was the one that nearly got injured when I finally pinned him down. And then when the jerk escaped, lunkhead happened to be walking by, knocked him out and handed him over to the cops. Taking my 950,000 woolong reward with him," Faye finished with a stamp of her foot.
"Not much you can do about it." Giving a shrill scream of outrage, Faye threw a nearby pillow at the back of Jet's head as he walked out the door with money in hand to most likely buy some food.
"I loathe all of mankind," she seethed through clenched teeth as she began walking down the halls of the Bebop towards her own room.

I can't even precisely say when it started.

She moved to turn round the corner that would lead to her room near the back of the ship, when she suddenly found herself pressed against the cold metal of the walls. She was held in that position by a significant amount of weight pressing against her back.

I don't even really care who started it.

"I always love it when you get angry," a husky voice whispered next to her ear. She could feel the warm breath caress her ear and side of her neck, causing her to hitch her breath briefly.
She growled audibly after regaining some control over her reactions. "I'm sure you do, you ass."
"Hmm...," a kiss was placed to the back of her neck, causing her breath to hitch again. "I see you're still upset about the bounty."
"Of course I am you lunkhead." She let out a hiss as she felt hands that had been pressing her to the wall by her shoulders, move over them to brush against the sides of her breasts.
"Apologize for calling me a lunkhead." His hands continued to stroke her, one moving in-between the wall and her belly to stroke the bare flesh there.
"Apologize for being an ass."
He gave a slight chuckle. "Never." He pressed her more firmly against the wall, the heat of his body on her back, and contrasting to the extremely cold metal that trapped her on the other side. Unconsciously, she moaned and arched her back against his chest, not at all surprised when she felt a hardness against her points of contact.
"Where's Jet?" He kissed her shoulder, the kisses moving up to her neck, where she stretched it to the side to provide easier access.
"He left."
"Good."
"And the kid and beast?" She arched her back again when he nipped lightly on her neck before continuing up to her ear.
"Asleep somewhere," he whispered against her ear before nibbling on the lobe. She moaned loudly, and did not protest when one of his legs moved in-between her own. She wasn't sure who was grinding against whom, but her position was leaving her open to all of his advances.

However, to make things perfectly clear, I'm sure he's the one that came to me. The desperate dog.

Tired of having her backside assaulted, she managed to turn around within his hold of her. As soon as she did so, his hands slipped beneath her shorts, until they grasped her firm rear. Pulling her closer towards him, her feet lifted off the ground slightly, her legs instantly moving to wrap around his waist. Again, she was pressed against the wall firmly, this time however to help support herself against him. She moaned upon feeling his hardened member against her center of arousal. Her hands found themselves tangled with the hairs on his head as she felt him kiss the hollow of her throat.

I guess all of our fighting really was sexual tension.

"We should go to my room," she managed to say between small gasps. His only reply was a grunt. She felt herself being pulled from the wall, his hands supporting her against his body fully now. She bent her head and began to caress the sides of his face, ear, and neck with her lips, tongue, and teeth.

No I take that back. We hate each other with a passion. However, I love to hate.

She was not surprised when he passed right by her room, and continued onto his.

Even when we fuck, we fight. It's always a power struggle.

Somehow, he made it there to his room without ravaging her right there in the hallways instead. Somehow, he opened the door to his room with her still wrapped around him in a most intimate manner. Somehow, he managed to support her with one hand once inside, and dispose of all of her clothing with the other before pushing her back onto his bed.

Neither of us willing to give into the other first.

He gave a roguish grin upon seeing her flushed bare body. An arrogant pride filled him uponing ing her heated emerald gaze full of wanting. He smirked as she grabbed him by the tie to pull his lips down to hers, smashing their two faces together. He gave a small chuckle, knowing now that she no longer just wanted him, but needed him also.

Neither willing to admit they need the other. Ever.

He pulled back only slightly to gaze down at the woman below him, his eyes holding laughter. Two different brown eyes looked down at her with barely restrained amusement, knowing what he was about to request would never be granted.
"Apologize for such rude behavior earlier."
Her eyes cleared slightly, the passion not diminishing, just becoming more determined.
"Never."

An endless game.

She grabbed his tie again, forcing him towards a kiss he was more than willing to partake in. However, her other hand traveled down the front of his still clothed chest, unbuttoning buttons along the way, until the shirt hung open, exposing only his other shirt underneath. She gave an 'unladylike' grunt of frustration.

I refuse to lose this game.

He gave a small bark of laughter, and sat up from her inviting form, to throw off his shirts and undo his tie. Her hands reached greedily for his bare chest, her nails grazing over the hard form of his body.

Losing means to give in. Losing means to admit the need. Losing means to...

He gave a moan as hands explored all of the hard lines of his muscles. The exploring fingers outlined past battle scars. Lips soon accompanied them in a search for all of the delicate spots she had learned his body possessed. Her kisses made trails across his neck and shoulder blades; from the hardened nubs on his chest (which she paid particular attention to) to his lower torso. The sensations she provided through gentle suction and bites were amazing to say the least.

feel.

He was kneeling over her, his hands supporting his upper body, allowing her to freely explore his exposed underside. He closed his eyes, and lowered his head as he let the feelings the woman below him was causing wash over him. Although it was all incredibly arousing, he strangely felt relaxed. He gave a small smile at the thought.

He's always smiling. And when he does, you know it's some secret he's keeping from you and the rest of the world. That's fine. We don't ask about each others secrets.

He grunted when he felt her hands begin to wander further down until she undid the fastening to his pants, her mouth still busily at work with his chest.

His eyes always hide secrets too. Those brown eyes that always can pierce right through you. I have a feeling he's figured out all my secrets, which is incredibly unfair.

She didn't bother to try to remove his pants, as her hand slipped inside of the waistband of his boxers to grasp his hardened arousal. His arms shook slightly, threatening to lose support and crush her body against his and against the awaiting mattress underneath.

The past is the past, and that's all it is. Neither of our concern.

She gave a firm stroke.

All that matters these days is to win the game. Especially before...

His blissful, passion filled haze, only slightly recognized that she had stopped kissing him. He was unaware to the wicked grin she was giving him as she gazed at his face. His eyes were closed, sweatmingming on his brow, breath coming in small moans through gritted teeth. He was unguarded. He was hers for the taking.

The best way to win is to treat it like a bounty hunt. Rule number one is always: Don't get attached to the prey.

He only dimly heard her voice through the haze. When she repeated it more firmly, emphasizing with a slightly harder tug, he heard her clearly.
"Apologize for stealing my bounty." His eyes flashed as he took back in the sight of her beneath him and the fiendishly disarming smile she possessed.
"Never," he growled out. He purposefully let his arms give out on his support, and indeed crushed her to the bed. Both gasped slightly at finally feeling their bare chest touch each other. With her mouth open in such a way, he reacted quickly and invaded its heated moist depths with his tongue, seeking to battle hers.

Rule number two: Look for any weakness on their part.

He pulled away only enough to nibble on her bottom lip. He pulled back further to slide down her form. Instantly, he attached his mouth around one of her hardened nipples, his left hand moving to massage her right breast. She instinctively gasped harder, and arched her back, trying to get his mouth to take more of her in.

Rule number three: Don't allow them to see your own weaknesses and exploit them.

Her hands firmly grasped his head and tried to shove him against her, but he avoided the attempt, only smiling against her aroused flesh. He switched his ministrations to the neglected identical mound. Knowing that he would not do as she asked, she let herself be content by running her fingers repeatedly through his hair.

Rule number four: Move quickly to take defensive actions.

Although her hands were busy, their legs were intertwined. She quickly began using her own to try to shift his pants down. Although she was not able to move them down incredibly far, it was enough to move them down to his knees. He moaned against her when she lifted her hips to grind against his own.

Rule number five: Capture the prey by any means possible. That is the best way to catch a bounty.

Her hands moved to grasp his boxers and move them down.

But remember, by all means, do not get attached.

Removing his mouth from her chest, he swiftly sat up and finished her job at removing his final pieces of clothing. She grinned upon seeing him finally uncovered. Tired of dragging out their game, he fell on top of her to pin her to him; to feel every part he had been yearning for, against him. He smiled upon her making room for him willingly; her legs moving to allow his body to rest between them.

Does he love me?

He kissed her deeply.

Not at all.

Her hands had found their way to the sides of his face to hold him to her.

Of this, I am sure.

His hands moved across her body in heated paths. He had to feel her beneath him; had to prove she was still in fact there beneath him eagerly. He lifted his body up above hers by his arms again.

Do I love him?

He positioned himself above her entrance.

Not at all.

Their gazes locked in the slight moment of hesitation.

Of this I am...

Brown met green.

I am...

Secrets collided as their souls were briefly bared.

I swear I know the difference between lust and love.

He plunged himself into her moist depths with an accompanying searing kiss to her lips.

I swear it.

He pulled out immediately to only bury himself amongst her welcoming body again.

This is just a game. Lust is just a game. And this is only a game.

To claim her.

A game we are both determined to win. I will win before this game is forced to come to an end.

She would give into him, in whatever form that meant; he would make sure of that.

Our fighting and sex is the same. I will be the victor in both forms.

She moved in time with him. Her legs wrapped around his waist to allow him further access to her nadir. The act provided both with more pleasure.

I will win before he leaves.

She did not hear the husky moans he made against her skin. He did not hear the gasps of suresure or screams of passion as her nails clawed at his back.

I will win this game. I won't let him dominate me.

She could feel the heat consume her with his continuous drives. She knew he also was reaching his edge. And as what always happened when they knew their climax was imminent, they both restrained the natural urge for release.

This is just a game. All it ever is, is a game. I hate this man.

She managed to open her eyes to see him staring intently at her. His gazed penetrated her just as deeply as his continued movements. She answered his unvoiced challenge by also staring back up at him, her face expressionless. She would win this match of wills. She would hold out on her own pleasurable release to see him melt before her.

Of this, I am....sure.

A voice reached her ears. She was not sure who's it was. It could have been hers or his. She wasn't even sure if it had been uttered by either of them. It echoed in her mind though, making her pay attention to its demand.
"Apologize."

He will give into me. I will not crumble before him. Why?

His eyes glinted in something she could not recognize and she feared for a spilt second the animalistic look she saw there. She could no longer ponder the look though, as he pervaded her mouth with a single ravaging of her tongue. Then just as suddenly, he released all hold on her.
He pulled out of her completely, and propped himself above her, still panting. He waited for his request to be fulfilled before finally completing their act.

Because he is the only man that can see me. The real me.

"Never."

I will never give into this man.

He managed a smirk.

I hate this man.

"Perfect."

The only man in this solar system...

He thrust himself into her one last time, claiming her lips along the way. Her nails tore across his back, while her legs tightened their hold around his waist.

that can break me. Of this, I am sure.

Release came for both of them simultaneously, while their mouths still conquered the other's.
Neither had won the match.
His body pressed her own resolutely beneath him. After a moment, after their hearts had slowed and their breathing quieted, he rolled to the side, pulling her with him. He held her tightly to his chest.
She stared attentively at his face as he closed his eyes with a satisfied smile of victory.

The bastard.

He would fall asleep soon.

I abhor this man.

She would get up soon after that and dress.

I detest this wicked game.

He would stir from his sleep and languidly watch her prepare to leave his room.

I will win it though if I am forced to play.

His eyes would follow her about the living quarters as she picked up her clothing. He would smile knowing the next time he saw her, they would most likely bicker again.

It's all right though, because we aren't attached. We are just the other's toy. Something to play with when we get lonely or horny.

She would pause at the doorway, as she was about to step out into the vacant hallways of the ship. She would look back at the bed she just left, then to the man who still lounged amongst the sheets.

He doesn't love me. He loves someone else already.

For a split second, he would be able to see that vulnerability she masked so well. That was, until she would throw him a wink, and walk out of his door. She would already be preparing for their next confrontation.
He would fall back onto his bed as the door slid shut and wait patiently for them to exchange words again. He would look forward to that moment when he could prove to her that he was in fact right and always would be.

And I do not love him. I don't need anyone to love.

But for now, she would trace the lazy circles across his chest with her fingertips. She would let him rub his hands across her back. woulwould let him continue to hold her possessively, with their legs entangled with one another.

Of this, I am.... Oh God, I hope I am sure. Because I don't want to love. Not with this man. All I want to do is just...

She would allow herself to enjoy this little piece of normalcy. She would let her worries of debts fall away to be replaced by a man that enraged her so she could concentrate on defeating him solely. They could continue to create these small quantities of time where the rest of the world no longer mattered and they could both just...

Exist.

However, she knew it was only temporary. She knew her dreams would never reach fruition.

Never.

"Never."
"No, never."

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Okay people. Admittedly, this is my first Cowboy Bebop fic, along with my first R /NC-17 rated fic. Tell me how I did, because I am unsure about this one. I was thinking about a companion piece to this, but I am not sure. Tell me if you would read it, and if so, I will see what I can do about writing it.
By the way, in case you didn't get that, these are Faye's thoughts. And although this is a lemon, there is also a deeper story. Hopefully, you didn't completely miss the point of this. If so, e-mail me with questions and I'll do my best to answer them. Hint: Go through and read just the italics. You end up with a lemon plus a sub-story that way.
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