(no subject)

Beth is humming when she lets herself into Spike's room. There's a song playing on repeat in her head. She hums along with it as she closes the door behind her.

Cigarette still in her mouth, she reaches up and behind her head to hold her hair back for a minute.

in a little while
surely you'll be mine
in a little while
I'll be there... in a little while

Her eyes fall on the things Spike brought back from the Bebop. She drops to her knees by the bag and opens it, pleased to easily discover a button-down shirt very much like what she's used to seeing him wear. Tilting her head a little, she holds the shirt up in front of her with both hands. A lazy smile crosses her face.

She continues to hum as she gets to her feet, drapes the shirt on the edge of the bed, and balances her cigarette on the edge of the nearby ashtray. Her hands go to the hem of her own shirt, which she pulls up, over her head, and tosses to the floor. Her hips sway, her head rocking gently back and forth to the music in her mind.

in a little while
I won't be blown by every breeze
Friday night running to Sunday on my knees
That girl, that girl, she's mine

She finishes undressing and retrieves her cigarette before picking up Spike's shirt again. Her right arm slips into a sleeve, then the left arm. Dancing in place, she slowly buttons herself into the shirt, starting near the top.

She's singing out loud soon enough, cigarette wasting away between her fingers.

slow down my beating heart