Jet X Faye - Tumblr Posts

"I'm tired of this argument." Faye declared abruptly, sitting forward on the couch and purposefully scattering the cards on the table so most fell on the floor. Neither of the men had even been paying that much attention to the game, which was usually fine by Faye because it would be all that much easier to take 'em for everything they had, but she was well and truly exhausted by their petty bickering.

It always happened like this.

Someone would fuck the bounty up. Or they'd get the asshole but there'd be an issue with getting paid. Or they'd get paid but then decide to celebrate instead of using their newly earned moolah more wisely.

Drinks would flow. Good natured ribbing would commence. Cigarettes would be shared between the three of them. A game - usually cards, since Spike didn't trust playing dice with Faye and her anklet - would be suggested to while away the hours.

And inevitably the guys would end up arguing over dick size. Length, girth, growers versus show-ers... Blah blah blah. She'd seen enough of both of them to adequately judge how their member held up against the rest of their individual physiques, though she'd not bothered to explain her opinion and reasoning to them. Not that they'd asked in the first place.

"Get the fuck up, both of you. There's only one way to solve this and that's with a performance based evaluation. So c'mon, let's get this settled once and for all." Without waiting for a response she strode away towards the bedrooms - Jet's was her intended destination as it was the most spacious and was most likely to have the comfiest bed.

She turned her exit into a shameless strip tease as she went, and grinned to herself when she heard the unmistakable sound of two inebriated men tripping over themselves to follow.

Much later, after several vigorous rounds of putting both men to the test, Faye laid back against the pillows and tucked her feet into the tangle of silk sheets at the foot of the bed. Of course Jet had silk sheets.

She lazily turned towards where Jet lay next to her as he offered her a cigarette. Smiling indulgently at him, she let him put it in her mouth and then swung her face over to Spike, who lay on her other side and had a lighter flame dancing in wait to spark her cigarette to life.

Faye smoked slowly, enjoying the way they kept eyeing her inquisitively. Teasing the men was one of the things that gave her joy.

"Well?!" Jet demanded at last.

"Yeah, what's the verdict, Faye? Whose the winner here?" Spike threw in immediately, clearly having only enough patience to let someone else break first.

Exhaling with relish, Faye briefly fluttered her eyes closed. She stretched, feeling the delightful soreness and exhaustion of a night of sinful ravishment.

"Isn't it obvious, boys?" She fairly purred, eyes opening just a fraction to gauge their reactions. "There's only one winner here...and that's me!"

For @eclaire-and-pocky 🥳

(because I swear I'm still working on your story! It's just that drabbles are so much more achievable at the moment!)

***

"What are you doing?" Faye asked, puffing lazily on a cigarette as she leaned against the countertop in the kitchen.

"Peeling carrots, what does it look like?" Jet frowned at her. "Seems like you haven't eaten enough of these - they're supposed to be good for eyesight you know."

Faye gave an exaggerated eye roll. "I meant why are you peeling them like that? You're just scraping away."

"A general rule of thumb for the kitchen is to never wield a knife in your own direction, Faye." Jet replied in a lecturing voice.

"First off, that's a vegetable peeler and not a knife. Secondly, you're wasting time doing it that way. Here, lemme show you." Without waiting for his acquiescence, Faye put her cigarette between her lips and knocked shoulders with Jet as she yanked the tool and the carrot out of his hands.

Still puffing on the cigarette she gestured with the objects in her hand as if to say, 'See the peeler? See the carrot?' After shaking them both in his face, she brought the peeler to the rough side of the carrot and began moving the kitchen implement from base to tip of the vegetable and then reversed course once it became too narrow. Back and forth she swept the peeler making quick work of getting rid of the outermost layer. After doing the majority of the main portion, she easily slid the tool along the tip several times going away from her body and neatly avoided the fingertips of the hand she was holding the carrot with.

Handing back the peeler and carrot, she grinned around her cigarette at Jet's dumbfounded expression. Using her right hand, which she'd wielded the peeler with and therefore hadn't stained orange from the carrot itself, she took the cigarette from her mouth and took a breath.

"See how quick that was? Back and forth, ya goober, that's the way to work it."

Ignoring the obvious lead-in to a gutter level response, Jet tossed the carrot into the pile he'd made and grabbed a new one to employ Faye's method upon.

"Where'd you learn that trick?"

"Dunno." She shrugged and reached over to the pile to reclaim the carrot she'd peeled. "Think it was something from my youth. I feel like... Maybe lessons with my mom? Maybe a nanny or cook? I can almost remember a face..." Crunching into the carrot, Faye shrugged again as she stubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray on a nearby shelf and swallowed the bite of vegetable. "What matters is... Now you know. And maybe now we'll get to have dinner at a decent hour. And if you liked that trick..." Here she brought the carrot to her mouth again, putting the bitten-off tip to her lips and rolling it gently side to side. "I've got a few more things I could show you about handling something... just... like... this..." Popping the carrot into her mouth like a cigar, she gave him a wink as she sauntered away, leaving Jet to stare incredulously after her.

storm / buried alive / they're not breathing! (you’re not delivering a perfect body to the grave)

Panic choked him as he reached the spot where the snow had finally stopped moving. There was no sign of Faye. But he'd gone over the safety guidelines of skiing with her over and over again, including the section on what to do if you get caught up in an avalanche, so he trusted that she'd tried to swim to the edge as the snow carried her with it downhill. He'd been so close... he had seen that there were no trees or rocks for her to attempt to cling onto to avoid being buried alive... but on the other hand, that meant there hadn't been immovable objects for her to slam into while the momentum of the snow swept her along.

Her scream echoed in his ears and he chastened himself repeatedly as he dug into the settling snow. He'd lost his glove at some point but it didn't matter in the least. He'd give up his good arm just to save her if that's what it took. He couldn't even feel the cold anymore as his body began to burn from the exertion of trying to sift through the endless white in search of the bright magenta of her space suit, or the dark splash of her purplish hair. No doubt the cap she'd filched from the ski lodge gift shop was long gone in the tumble she'd just undergone.

What felt like hours later, he swiped against something that didn't feel like snow. Hope surged in his chest and nearly blinded him from being able to see that he had indeed uncovered a portion of one of her boots, thankfully still attached snugly to her shapely leg. Acting fast, he gently but relentlessly scooped handful after handful of snow away from her body until enough of her was revealed that he felt comfortable trying to pull her loose of her icy prison.

Fuck, he'd never hear the end of it after this. He knew how much she hated cold. Knew how depressing she found Callisto to be. Yet she'd been willing to entertain him when he had the wild idea of encouraging her to embrace both things. He'd foolishly thought that if he could give her some good memories, take her on an adventure that would let them cozy up in front of a fireplace while watching a snowstorm rage outside of floor-to-ceiling windows in their own private lodge... the plan had merit, but it had backfired in the worst way with this unforeseen event.

His excitement over discovering her was washed away abruptly as he realized she wasn't breathing.

No.

NO.

Before desolation could set in, before he'd dare give up on her, his body automatically began to go through the motions of CPR. It had been ages since he'd had to put the life saving skills of an ISSP officer to use, but he moved instinctively now as if he was back in the training room and earning top marks from the med tech in charge of educating them. This was so much more important than a passing grade. This was Faye - the woman who'd weaseled aboard his ship and weaseled her way into his heart. She'd been through so much... but she was a fighter! She'd fought to survive for years, fought to prove she cared about him for months in the wake of Spike's death, fought against her own uncertainties and fears to join him here for a vacation that should have let them relax and just be together.

"Dammit, Faye!" He shouted. Shouting at her, at the cloudy heavens above. "You're not delivering a perfect body to the grave! You're supposed to grow old with me! Don't you dare give up now! BREATHE, dammit!"

Snowflakes began making their peaceful way down to the moon's frozen surface. Aside from the thump of his fists against her chest, there was no sound. Her lips underneath his were icy and nonresponsive. That wasn't the way it was supposed to be. She was always lighting him on fire. Always kissing him with such burning passion that he couldn't ignore or disbelieve her when she vowed to love him, when she promised to stay.

"You promised, Faye!" He sobbed. "You promised me you'd stay..."

And then, just when he'd sat back on his heels... ready to give up after no doubt breaking a rib or two of hers in the painful process of trying to restart her heart...

A weak cough. A ragged inhale. The softest moan he'd ever heard from her - her sounds in the bedroom were never quiet, after all - and suddenly she was tiredly blinking her eyes open. Wetness trailed from those gorgeous green irises as she tried to shift to look over at him but he couldn't let her move - he had to wrap her tenderly in his arms, crushing her to himself as he bowed his head over her shoulder and buried his face in the snow-damp tendrils of her beautiful hair.

"Hey... easy... there... cowboy," She murmured. "I... may not... be made... of glass... but I feel... fucking shattered."

"Don't you ever scare me like that again!" He ordered, easing his hug up just a touch. Belatedly, he thought to worry about other injuries she might have sustained in the descent. "Are you okay? No broken bones? Your skis are long gone I'm afraid. Hat too, love."

"Uhhh... I think... everything seems... intact. Fuck those... skis anyway... will you... carry me back? I... wanna just... curl up with you... watch this snow..." She chuckled, a sound threaded through with pain. "It looks... like it might... storm soon. Let's... get someplace warm. Wait... it out... together."

He inhaled sharply. "I don't know how you read my mind so well."

Another half-laugh, half-groan. "Same way... I fleeced you... all those years ago. You're just... an easy mark."

"Spike told me about your little dice trick." Jet told her then, carefully moving to stand with her in a bridal carry in his arms. The good one ached from the shoveling he'd done, but the metal one was solid underneath her fine form. He was grateful for that - a bit of insurance to see to it he was able to bring her somewhere safe.

"That... jerk.  Giving away... all my secrets!" She huffed. Her eyes glittered at him with amusement and adoration. "Rematch, love? No tricks... this time..." Her smile was devious despite her assurance.

"Okay, Faye. But when I win... don't think I'll be renting your clothes back to you. And... maybe I'll run around the ship naked with ya."

a gift for @eclaire-and-pocky

***

Flipping through the channels simply for the sake of something to do, Spike sighed. It was another dull day with no bounty prospects on the radar and nothing much else to do since they had no money to burn.

Voices drifted out from the kitchen where Jet was giving Faye instructions on cooking or baking or something food related. Meal prep was not Spike's forte nor did he have any true interest in making it such, but Faye had recently decided that knowing how to feed herself was worth knowing.

Of course, she had ulterior motives. Spike was no fool. He'd seen the way the wind was blowing after they'd all gotten back to the ship after their separate excursions to Callisto. If Jet hadn't cottoned on by now as well then Spike would truly be surprised. The other man had previously been a detective after all.

Ed on the other hand...

"How does she not know how to use a peeler by now?" The hacker asked incredulously as she turned from her computer to regard Spike with expectant eyes. "Faye-Faye isn't that bad at cooking, is she?"

Spike snorted. "Well, that remains to be seen. But... uh... well, you're probably too young to really understand... ah, that is... sometimes if a girl likes a boy... well, er..."

Frowning, Ed glanced towards the hallway leading to the kitchen and then back at Spike. "That's flirting? What they're doing?"

Ein came trotting out from the kitchen a moment later, a sweet potato wedged in between his chompers. The little dog saw the attention that Spike and Ed were paying to his exit from the kitchen and shot off at as brisk of a run as his short legs could manage. On a bad day, when their food stores were nearly depleted and everyone had to fend for themselves, it would have been the cue for the humans in the living room to chase him down. It was not a bad day, not yet, not even Faye would risk wasting food by feigning culinary incompetence if their reserves were truly running low.

Ignoring Ein's escape, Spike shrugged helplessly at Ed. He was beginning to regret trying to explain the situation to her at all. How young was too young to be told these things? How much did she know about these bizarre rituals thanks to the stuff she'd no doubt stumbled across on the internet? He was not at all interested in continuing this conversation. It was time to shut it down.

"That's what people do I guess when they don't know what to do about their feelings for each other. Why don't you ask Faye about it later? Myself, I'm getting pretty hungry and I don't know how long they're gonna be messing around in there." He winced at his own poor choice of wording but it seemed to pass harmlessly over Ed's head. "Uhhh... yeah. I'm gonna go find that dog and steal that potato back."

Spike scrambled to his feet and launched himself in the direction he remembered seeing Ein depart in. Thankfully, he heard Ed give a whoop of delight as she barreled after him down the other corridor.

"Sweet potato, sweet potato, yum yum yum! Ein you'd better save us some!"

Yep. Fighting with a dog over a vegetable seemed far preferable to discussing the birds and the bees with Edward!