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Cat Scratch
Shivers coursed down his spine as her nails dragged delightfully over his shoulders and ribs.
She’d kept them long and he loved her for it.
Each one was painted a different color because she’d foolishly given Ed full control over the end result rather than demanding the young hacker ‘pick a shade and stick with it’ like she ought to have done if she wanted uniformity on her hands.
Then again, maybe she didn’t care. For all the attention she paid to her nails, buffing them and shaping them and caring for the cuticles while they watched Big Shot or Ed playing chess or whatever passed for entertainment these days… she never seemed perturbed when she broke a nail. She never flaunted a perfect polish in anyone’s face - not that any of them would care to begin with.
She made a mewling noise near his ear and he almost lost it at the sound. The noises he could coax from her were wildly animalistic and drove him mad with desire. She knew it too. Sometimes she practically purred when he used his fingers to tease and torment her in the first stages of their lovemaking.
Yeah, he considered it making love - what of it? Sometimes they fucked, sometimes they had sex, and sometimes they made sweet, sweet love. He was long past the point of being concerned over how anyone else viewed him except perhaps for her… and she was clearly enjoying their activities no matter what term applied.
He had always claimed to hate animals, and cats specifically. But that was of course a lie.
He’d never cared much for pets but he’d never had the chance to have one growing up. And then Ein had adopted them more than they’d adopted him, so it wasn’t like he had a choice there. Fleas and wet dog smell and steaming piles of shit and awful dog breath aside, it was nice having the mangy mutt on the ship with them.
And then VT’s cat had taken to him immediately. He couldn’t even be mad about it since Zeros vouching for him had convinced VT to bring him (and Faye) back to the Bebop after their vehicles were out of commission. Zeros had been astoundingly chill for a feline and had made Spike think that cats probably weren’t so bad after all.
And then Faye… well, she was certainly not a cat despite some very feline characteristics.
She’d still been the exact type of woman he’d claimed to dislike. But, well, the things that he hated tended to turn into things he appreciated in the long run. Hate was too strong a word in the first place. He hadn’t known how to handle things like kids or animals or women like her. Easier by far to just write them all off entirely - dismiss them as annoying or not worth the effort of dealing with.
He’d never claimed to be a smart man. He’d never claimed that he didn’t make mistakes.
Feeling the way she scratched her way up and down his back was an invigorating reminder that, while he was wrong about quite a few things in life, he was still lucky enough to have the chance to realize that and to correct his thinking.
Falling in bed with Faye, falling in love with Faye, falling in love with life at her side…
These were things he’d never regret. Decisions he’d make again and again and again.
And for the marks she was leaving on him… he’d flip her over and make her positively yowl.