Bebop Bebop!
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sabinelagrandeTitle: Warning
Summary: Spike stops and thinks.
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Word Count: 197
Rating/Warnings: PG
Pairing: Spike/Faye
A/N: 21st piece for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
30_kisses. A pseudo-companion to Cigarette. Meh.
Sometimes when he looks at her, he doesn’t see her. He sees a floozy, a good-time girl. It’s not as if she doesn’t look the part in that ridiculous yellow get-up she’s always wearing. An evil, creeping part of him says that it’s all a show, all a ruse to make him come nearer, like a moth to a flame.
Sometimes he thinks if he just leaned over and kissed her, nothing would go wrong. He thinks he could just carry her off to his room and have his way, and nothing would be amiss.
But then he sees the jacket. It’s not just the jacket, though. It’s the way she pulls it up over her shoulders as if it’s the only thing in the world that can protect her. It’s a flashing red warning sign, screaming that there is a real, complicated person here.
Nothing could ever be simple with Faye. She’s weird, clashing, contradictory, all this red on yellow, modest on cheap. And sometimes, when he sees the whole, he doesn’t know what to do with himself.
Summary: Spike stops and thinks.
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Word Count: 197
Rating/Warnings: PG
Pairing: Spike/Faye
A/N: 21st piece for
30_kisses. A pseudo-companion to Cigarette. Meh. Sometimes when he looks at her, he doesn’t see her. He sees a floozy, a good-time girl. It’s not as if she doesn’t look the part in that ridiculous yellow get-up she’s always wearing. An evil, creeping part of him says that it’s all a show, all a ruse to make him come nearer, like a moth to a flame.
Sometimes he thinks if he just leaned over and kissed her, nothing would go wrong. He thinks he could just carry her off to his room and have his way, and nothing would be amiss.
But then he sees the jacket. It’s not just the jacket, though. It’s the way she pulls it up over her shoulders as if it’s the only thing in the world that can protect her. It’s a flashing red warning sign, screaming that there is a real, complicated person here.
Nothing could ever be simple with Faye. She’s weird, clashing, contradictory, all this red on yellow, modest on cheap. And sometimes, when he sees the whole, he doesn’t know what to do with himself.
