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sabinelagrandeTitle: Candy from a Baby
Summary: Spike's rambling thoughts.
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Word Count: 192
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Pairing: Spike/Faye
A/N: Another for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
30_kisses. Sort of stream of conciousness, and I'm not certain how well it worked. Oh well.
It was good, it was very good. It was sweet, and oh, he hadn’t meant to…
These things happened. Did these things happen? She’d come into his room late at night, and for once he didn’t kick her out. And then he was kissing her, and touching her, and then Faye…
And she’d let him. She’d wanted it. She set herself up, and it was so easy, like candy from a baby. She put her long, thin arms around him, and kissed her way up his neck, and then he…
It was good, and it was wrong, and it was done. Was it done? He knew that it was wrong. He’d done wrong, he’d been unfaithful. He’d broken his word, and eventually he would pay. But why did it feel so right? Why was he walking around with a smile? Wasn’t he going to have to…
But Spike didn’t want to stop. His thoughts kept bouncing up and down, drifting all over the place. He didn’t want to stop, and he didn’t want to draw himself back into line. He didn’t want to lose this feeling, and he was, he was… slipping?
Summary: Spike's rambling thoughts.
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Word Count: 192
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Pairing: Spike/Faye
A/N: Another for
30_kisses. Sort of stream of conciousness, and I'm not certain how well it worked. Oh well.It was good, it was very good. It was sweet, and oh, he hadn’t meant to…
These things happened. Did these things happen? She’d come into his room late at night, and for once he didn’t kick her out. And then he was kissing her, and touching her, and then Faye…
And she’d let him. She’d wanted it. She set herself up, and it was so easy, like candy from a baby. She put her long, thin arms around him, and kissed her way up his neck, and then he…
It was good, and it was wrong, and it was done. Was it done? He knew that it was wrong. He’d done wrong, he’d been unfaithful. He’d broken his word, and eventually he would pay. But why did it feel so right? Why was he walking around with a smile? Wasn’t he going to have to…
But Spike didn’t want to stop. His thoughts kept bouncing up and down, drifting all over the place. He didn’t want to stop, and he didn’t want to draw himself back into line. He didn’t want to lose this feeling, and he was, he was… slipping?
