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Title: Faster
Fandom: Angel, Season 5, Post-The Girl in Question
Summary: Angel, Spike, a car. One of my favorite situations.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Note: Don't drink and drive!:) And the end doesn't make much sense, but that's because you're sober! (I hope)
Spike leaned heavily against a leather-clad shoulder. “Why’d we get pissed?”
His hand traced over the gearshift and up Angel’s hand.
“Some . . . girl. Bunny?” Angel smiled as the world heaved right.
Spike’s fingers slowly drifted across Angel’s thigh. “Mind drivin’ faster, pet?”
Angel sucked in a breath and accelerated.
Spike’s fingers ghosted higher, softly tickling skin. He leaned up, lips brushing against the shell of Angel’s ear. “A bit faster, luv.”
He licked a path from ear to neck. “Faster.”
Angel shivered and obeyed.
Spike smiled. He always wanted to go faster than the speed of light.
Fandom: Angel, Season 5, Post-The Girl in Question
Summary: Angel, Spike, a car. One of my favorite situations.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Note: Don't drink and drive!:) And the end doesn't make much sense, but that's because you're sober! (I hope)
Spike leaned heavily against a leather-clad shoulder. “Why’d we get pissed?”
His hand traced over the gearshift and up Angel’s hand.
“Some . . . girl. Bunny?” Angel smiled as the world heaved right.
Spike’s fingers slowly drifted across Angel’s thigh. “Mind drivin’ faster, pet?”
Angel sucked in a breath and accelerated.
Spike’s fingers ghosted higher, softly tickling skin. He leaned up, lips brushing against the shell of Angel’s ear. “A bit faster, luv.”
He licked a path from ear to neck. “Faster.”
Angel shivered and obeyed.
Spike smiled. He always wanted to go faster than the speed of light.
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My brain melted again...
Guhhhhhhhh....
Yeah... that about covers it! *Smooches you!*
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