Flawless logic there. Now the proper thing to do with this "victory" would have been to push Spike away and laugh at him. That was how these games were played, Angel still knew how to do it as well as ever.
What he did, however, was let go of Spike's wrists so he could wrap his arms around him and hold him close while they kissed.
It hurt quite a bit, but Angel had never minded a bit of pain with his pleasure.
He couldn't really come up with a good reason why he was doing this, but in all honesty he wasn't really thinking much at all.
Eventually Spike did catch himself, flying back away from Angel and out of his grip. No longer could he justify that as a prank... or could he? "Right, well, that settles it. You're poncy and you taste like garbage. Great. Just -- Just great."
Looking away from Angel, he filled around with his lighter so he didn't have to think about anything else, tense and a little anxious.
The fuck was that?
"Where the hell is your mate, anyway? Got places to be."
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What he did, however, was let go of Spike's wrists so he could wrap his arms around him and hold him close while they kissed.
It hurt quite a bit, but Angel had never minded a bit of pain with his pleasure.
He couldn't really come up with a good reason why he was doing this, but in all honesty he wasn't really thinking much at all.
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Looking away from Angel, he filled around with his lighter so he didn't have to think about anything else, tense and a little anxious.
The fuck was that?
"Where the hell is your mate, anyway? Got places to be."