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Faye could count the amount of times she had gone to a beach on one hand. At least, any of the times she could remember. She was certain she’d have to have gone when she was younger, what parent didn’t take their kid to the beach?
It was practically a right of passage.
Yet here she was, twenty something years old, going on seventy something. Getting ready to go to the beach for the first time that Faye could remember. It was a rather droll day, the bounties were slow and Jet had decided a break would do them all some good. The thought of getting sand anywhere wasn’t a comfortable idea; but Ed had seemed so excited that Faye didn’t want to squash an iota of that cheer. Things had been so rough and tumble lately that any amount of cheer was better than none.
So coolers were packed and thermoses filled and Faye slipped into a bikini that seemed to turn both Spike and Jet’s head. Jet for his part merely gave her a once over before averting his eyes, Spike on the other hand was openly staring enough that Jet eventually coughed, breaking Spike’s staring contest with Faye’s body. .
“I’m allowed to stare.” Spike laughed, walking up towards Faye and wrapping his arms around her from behind before pressing a kiss into the side of her neck. Jet’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head as Faye tilted her head back and Spike captured her lips in a kiss before they pulled back, breathless and panting, though trying not to seem so.
“When did that happen?” Jet gave them both a hard look; he didn’t like things being kept from him on his own ship.
“Few months ago; didn’t want to tell you too early and jinx ourselves.” Jet sighed, running his hand across his head before he shook his head.
“Something tells me you two are still going to argue like cats and dogs.” It was said more to himself as he started hauling coolers and towels into the Hammerhead as Spike laughed.
“Oh yeah, we still argue; it’s the make-up sex that makes it worth it.” Spike winked in Jet’s direction, ignoring the older man’s horrified look as Faye laughed.
Anything to get a rise out of him.
“Yeah, yeah, enough of that bullshit. Let’s get a move on. Assume you two are taking the Swordfish?” Spike nodded, twirling a pen between his fingers as Faye wrapped her arm around his shoulder and whispered something in his ear. The pen fell to the ground as Spike suddenly turned on her, pinning her to the wall and kissing her like he was trying to suck out her soul. “Oh come on! Just because I know doesn’t mean I wanna see that!” Jet grumbled as Spike suddenly disengaged from Faye, a smirk clearly forming across his face at Faye’s dazed expression. “And Ed doesn’t need to see that either! Keep it to your rooms, yeah?”
“Whatever you say, Black Dog.” Jet could praticaclly feel the smugness coming off Spike, grumbling he turned back to loading up the Hammerhead.
They were going to be insufferable.
***
Seeing Spike and Faye in a relationship was something Jet thought he’d never see. But the way Spike’s hands rubbed sunscreen into Faye’s skin told Jet it’d been going on for longer than a few weeks. His touch was too deliberate. It was the touch of a man trying to work his magic on the woman beneath him.
It looked innocent enough from the outside; Jet breathed a sigh of relief for small mercies. But Jet was a cop, and he knew that ruse. He and Alisa had used it all the time in the beginning. Faye was melting underneath Spike’s hands, and Jet could hardly stand it. He was so lost in thought that when Spike dropped down next to him on the sand, he nearly jumped.
“Someone’s trying to get laid tonight.” Jet threw the barb out there with a grin, and Spike laughed at the suggestion.
“Black Dog, if I wanted to get laid, all I’d have to do is look at her a certain way. Just making myself useful.” Spike’s lazy grin made Jet roll his eyes before he turned his head to track Ed who was playing in the surf.
“Sure, Spike-O. Like that wasn’t practically foreplay.” Jet scoffed, nodding to the puddle that was Faye Valentine. “Faye Valentine is a whimpering mess right now and you know it.”
“Spiegel.” Spike corrected Jet’s assumption so automatically that Jet choked on the cold daiquiri he’d been taking a sip of. “Faye Spiegel.”
“What?? When? How? Why did no one tell me?” Jet’s head whipped back and forth between the two Spiegel’s as they both gave him a sjeepish look.
“It was so spur of the moment we didn’t have time to process it ourselves.” Faye did her best to assage Jet’s anger, giving me a soft smile as she turned to face them.
“We stumbled upon a speed chapel during a bounty a few weeks back. Spike just kind of gave me that look and I figured…we’re already in so deep, might as well take the plunge.” The lazy smile on Faye’s face softened Jet’s anger and thinking back on it, it did make sense.
Faye and Spike had been more relaxed the last few weeks. They hadn’t argued as much and when they did, it had definitely almost seemed like foreplay but Jet had chalked it up to his imagination and seeing things that weren’t there.
“Speaking of….Faye and I wanted to take off for a week or so.” Spike gave him that grin that told Jet exactly why they wanted to take off. “Delayed honeymoon kind of deal. We’re gonna wait till there’s enough in the safe to hold you over for a week or so while we’re gone.”
“I’ve got some money stashed if you want to go now.” Spike raised an eyebrow in Faye’s direction, but something in her face told him that was a no.
“Naw, we’ll hang around for a few more weeks. It’s not like she’s not in my bed every night.” Jet laughed, shaking his head as he eyed his two friends.
Married?
Who would have thought they of all people would risk it?