It didn't require much thinking on my part for once. I knew what we needed to capture Angelus. The one girl chosen in very generation and all that crap. Except for the fact there were not two chosen ones. Buffy was out of the question. She'd send him to hell once, and she'd do it again. She'd not hesitate to dust him, no matter how much she loves him
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Wes pointed to his ride, so I dove into the backseat and checked out the back window to make sure we hadn't been followed. I was about to tell him to gun it, when he said he'd brought clothes.
Lookin' at the seat next to me, I saw 'em and quickly started changin' outta my state issued jumpsuit.
"Don't you go peekin', Wes. Can't have you wreckin' the getaway car," I teased with a wink.
(I know it's short, but that's all I could come up with at 7:30 in the morning.)
I kept looking into my rear view mirror to make certain no one was following us. Which, oddly enough, didn't seem to be the case. Either they were really stupid there, shook up or running in the wrong direction. My thoughts go to the latter of that list.
Of course I couldn't help but watching Faith as well while I kept my eyes on any pursuers. Raising my eyebrow, I met her eye via the mirror and smirked. I wasn't peeking. Peeking is secretively watching, preferably through some hole in a wall. How juvenile. No, I was just blatantly watching.
Well, what does one know. I'm a watcher after all.
"If the car is your only worry," I muttered, looking back to the road again. Which was void of most cars on this deserted road to Los Angeles. "I could park it and just stare if you want." I let my eyes roam over what parts of her body had already been revealed in the mirror as she peeled away her jumpsuit.
Damn. I definitely wasn't expectin' that comeback. The old Wes would've mumbled and blushed, but this new and improved Wes? Whole other ballgame, yo...and I think I like it.
Returning his smirk with one of my own, I said, "Scratch my itch, I'll scratch yours. That kind of thing, huh." For added effect I run a finger from the middle of my chest down to my belly button. I realized the weirdness of what we were doing - flirtin' with Wes was not somethin' I ever thought I'd do. However, since he's playin' along, might as well.
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Lookin' at the seat next to me, I saw 'em and quickly started changin' outta my state issued jumpsuit.
"Don't you go peekin', Wes. Can't have you wreckin' the getaway car," I teased with a wink.
(I know it's short, but that's all I could come up with at 7:30 in the morning.)
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Of course I couldn't help but watching Faith as well while I kept my eyes on any pursuers. Raising my eyebrow, I met her eye via the mirror and smirked. I wasn't peeking. Peeking is secretively watching, preferably through some hole in a wall. How juvenile. No, I was just blatantly watching.
Well, what does one know. I'm a watcher after all.
"If the car is your only worry," I muttered, looking back to the road again. Which was void of most cars on this deserted road to Los Angeles. "I could park it and just stare if you want." I let my eyes roam over what parts of her body had already been revealed in the mirror as she peeled away her jumpsuit.
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Damn. I definitely wasn't expectin' that comeback. The old Wes would've mumbled and blushed, but this new and improved Wes? Whole other ballgame, yo...and I think I like it.
Returning his smirk with one of my own, I said, "Scratch my itch, I'll scratch yours. That kind of thing, huh." For added effect I run a finger from the middle of my chest down to my belly button. I realized the weirdness of what we were doing - flirtin' with Wes was not somethin' I ever thought I'd do. However, since he's playin' along, might as well.
"I'm game if you are."
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