High Octane
Written by Zo
She slapped her gloves against her leg as she walked through the pits. It was late in the afternoon and the warm California sun was fading behind the mountains. She loved this time of the day right before race time. Her blood boiled with anticipation and excitement. The crowd was loud and rowdy wanting the races to begin. The thunderous rumbling of engines being tuned and tires squealing filled her ears. It was a good sound it was almost as good as the smell of burning rubber and the sweet rich smell of Methanol that permeated the air. Both of which was a high unlike any drug she had ever taken.
She had spent all day adjusting the timing on her engine so it would be just right for tonight’s race. She was a little aggravated it had taken her so long and that she had to do it at all. But the stupid new mechanic that she just fired had screwed it all up. This was an important race and she had to win it. There was too much at stake and she’d be damned if she lost another race because of some monkey that had no clue how to turn a wrench.
She was one of only a few women racing in the Top Fuel Dragster division of the NHRA and she was number two in the world. A feat that everyone told her would never happen.
When she first started three years ago, the majority of the males in the racing world had shunned her. Every chance they got they would hoot and holler at her like she was one of the pin-up girls on the calendars that hung on their toolboxes, instead of their equal. They would crack a lot of jokes at her expense and never look her in the eyes when they did. Instead their eyes were always on her chest, like that was all she was there for, for them to ogle at. They had absolutely no respect for her or her racing abilities.
It had taken her a long time and a lot of races to win until she finally earned their respect, not only her colleagues but also the fans. But she had it now and she was not going to lose it. The championships were in one month and she had three races before then that she had to come in either first or second in order to keep her standings and that was exactly what she planned on doing. She was determined to end this season as the number one drag racer, something that no women had ever done, not even The First Lady of Racing, Shirley Muldowney.
“Faith hold up!”
She turned to the squeaky voice of her head mechanic Andrew to see him running up to her. She couldn’t help but smile he looked every inch the expert mechanic that he was. His jumpsuit was completely filthy like he slept in the engine compartment, which he probably did, and every inch of his skin was covered with oil, it was a wonder that he wasn’t just one big walking zit.
Andrew skidded to a halt when he finally reached her and Faith just started walking again, so he quickly ran up to her trying to keep pace with her hurried strides. “I had to replace the nitrous line, man you should have seen it, it was kinked like Italy. It’s a miracle that it didn’t bust loose that last race.”
“Yeah well if it wasn’t for that stupid mechanic you hired it never would have gotten kinked. Where the hell did you find him Andrew, On-Line Monkey-Mechanic’s school?”
“He’s my sister’s boyfriend. He said he knew what he was doing.” He whined. He felt bad for causing her problems but he really had hoped that this guy would work out. Every single mechanic that he hired she fired, either they were too slow or too stupid. Not one of them could hold up to her standards he was actually a little bit surprised that she kept him on.
He understood her drive to be the best, every driver had it but for Faith it was intensified by all the people that told her she couldn’t do it. So she drove herself to the max, always trying to be better and faster, always working harder and longer. It had paid off and he couldn’t think of one person he was more proud of.
“Yeah well for now on no more hiring people without me looking over their resumes first, got it!”
“Yeah Andrew, the hellion has to see what his special skills are before she lets him under her hood.”
Faith stopped and turned. Her brown eyes staring intently into laughing ice blue eyes. Her stomach flipped flopped like it always did when she was near him and it pissed her off. “If only I did that with you first then I would have saved myself a lot of trouble.” She sneered at him.
Spike grinned at her his body alert with the lust that ran through him every time he saw his ex-lover. She was so incredibly sexy with her long wavy brown hair and those deep brown eyes that penetrated right into his soul. They never faltered with their intensity they were always searching and looking deeper. He never understood what she was searching for. At one time he thought he did, he thought he had given her everything that she needed but little by little they drifted apart and she was never around, she was always more concerned with her dragster then with him.
He had been a complete asshole in those days but what else could he have been. Back then he was under a lot of pressure, he had only been on the circuit for two years and he was just starting to get ahead in the standings when he met her. Things were great and he found himself easily falling in love with her, until a few years later and she started to race, then it was downhill.
After that every time he tried to get her alone or go away for a weekend, he was blown off. Then to top that off, the other drivers were constantly teasing him because he couldn’t keep his woman in the bedroom and out of the racing seat.
It had been a blow to his pride and he had done the most stupid thing he had ever done and probably ever will do again in his life. She would argue that it wasn’t just his stupid actions that pulled them apart but that it was because he couldn’t handle the competition and from a women no less.
But she understood nothing. He had been lonely and feeling unloved and as for her allegations, he wasn’t insecure about her racing, the truth was that he was afraid for her. Every single time that she strapped herself into the car he was afraid it would be the last time.
Drag racing was a serious and dangerous business and when she first started he tried to tell her that but she insisted that she was just as good as any other man out there and that she could take the heat. He knew from experience that she was probably better than a lot of the other people that raced but not him, she wasn’t that good. At least that’s what he thought. But she proved him wrong and was now only a mere fifty points behind him in the standings.
He wished things could have been different, he often thought about her and his eyes were always drawn to her. He would catch a glimpse of brown hair and a tight ass in the distance, and he would immediately look and stare. His eyes would be glued to every movement she made, watching her as she went on with her business, silently coveting her from a distance.
He would do anything to get her back in his life and in his bed but he didn’t know what that was. She was so complicated and ever since he fucked up she was different. Not that he blamed her she had every right to be mad at him, but she never once listened to his side of the story.
He walked up to her and leaning in he whispered, “But it was fun discovering it on your own wasn’t it…real fun.”
Faith couldn’t help but smirk back at him because it had been fun, in fact she would never admit it to him, but it was the best sex she ever had and she did miss him. Especially when she was out with some inept guy who had no idea what the hell he was doing. Her mind would wonder to thoughts of Spike and how he used to just throw her up against the wall and take her. God that used to get her so hot, the way he manhandled her, like she was his property.
It was a release for her because in the real world she was always in control but in sex she wanted to let go, she didn’t want to be in control and Spike had seemed to understand that. He was always able to give her exactly what she needed, when she needed it and how she needed it. It was too bad that he couldn’t keep his dick out of places it didn’t belong.
“Yeah it’s a shame that you had to let your…ego, get in the way of that fun.” She smirked back waiting for him to deny it.
He scowled at her his breath hitting her face. “That’s not the reason and you know it.”
Oh, this is where he turned the tables on her and tells her that it was her fault; well she didn’t have time for that old song and dance.
“Yeah whatever Spike.” She walked away she didn’t want to deal with him now she had a race to think about. She didn’t want to think about how he had trampled over her heart with that fucking blond bimbo Harmony. She remembered it so clearly, like it was only yesterday instead of three years ago.
She had come home from the shop where she had been working all night tweaking the engine and getting it ready for the next day’s race. She had walked into the living room and found him on the couch and that skanky bitch’s mouth on his cock.
She had stood there completely shocked and stone still. She wanted to grab his head and slam it down on the floor over and over again. She had wanted to rip every single appendage off the body of that slut.
But she didn’t. Her heart was so crushed to see his blatant disregard for her that she had just left without a word. He had followed her of course and then they had fought very loudly outside until the neighbors called the cops on them.
He had some bullshit excuse about how she was never around for him anymore, that she was more concerned about winning and playing with her engine, then playing with him. Then he went on about how he was a man and needed things and that if she wasn’t going to give it to him then he had to get it from someone else! So basically it was her fault.
When he finally left she had cried herself to sleep wondering if he was right. She had spent the next two weeks questioning her agenda, wondering if winning was more important than love. In the end she had decided that he hadn’t loved her and never did, because if he did, he would have supported her in her decisions and he would never ever had cheated on her.
Spike watched her walk away with longing in his eyes. The sway of her hips as she moved was powerful and graceful and he remembered what it felt like to have them wrapped around him squeezing him tightly as she her body shuttered in her climax.
“Hey Spike.” Andrew said as he quickly followed her.
Spike’s eyes followed the annoying little grease monkey, but he didn’t say a
word. Then he looked back to Faith who had stopped and was now talking to
Lindsay.
He scowled, Lindsay that little prick. He showed up on the scene about a year after Faith did. They quickly became friends and often hung out together. He didn’t trust that asshole as far as he could throw him and he had no idea why Faith did. Rumors spread quickly in the drag racing community and he heard the rumor about Lindsay, he was surprised that Faith didn’t, either that or she didn’t want to believe it.
It was two years ago and Lindsay was racing against John Picaro for the win up in Sonoma. John was ahead of Lindsay and was about to win the race. But something happened, smoke could be seen coming from the left tire, there were reports that people saw the wheel wobbling dangerously just before John lost control of the car and slammed into the wall at 300 miles per hour, he died instantly.
The rumor was that Lindsay had one of his mechanics loosen the lug nuts on John’s right rear tire so he could win the race. Spike never put much believe in rumors but a lot of the other drivers did and as a result no one liked Lindsay. He was a cutthroat and a back stabber, and no one trusted him. Nevertheless, he moved up quickly in the ranks after that and he was now ranked number three in the world, right behind Faith.
He took out a cigarette and lit it, his eyes slits of ice as he watched them. They were both hot on his tail, both of them were hungry for his position in the standings and he be damned if either one of them got it.
Faith turned and looked back at him there was a slight smile on her lips and Spike smirked at her, nodded his head and turned away.
She watched him strut away and she couldn’t help the sadness that entered her heart. She wished things were different between them but they weren’t. He wasn’t her lover anymore; he was her rival and the one she had to beat. It wasn’t going to be easy because he was the best but she was determined and unwavering in her desire to be number one.
He may have won in their relationship but she wasn’t going to let him win this time.
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It was ten o’clock at night when Faith finally arrived at The Catch Me If You Can bar. It was the local hangout for all the drivers and mechanics and the usual after race meeting spot. She was feeling good she beat Lindsay today that put her only twenty points behind Spike. She was satisfied with that. Walking up to the bar she ordered a beer then sat back and peered over her left shoulder.
All the usual suspects where here Riley, Gunn, Wesley, Xander, Scott, Parker and all their crews, they were sitting at their usual tables drinking and relaxing after a day of racing, and of course they were accompanied by the usual bimbo fans that followed them wherever they went.
She didn’t bother looking for Angel she knew where he was at home with Buffy and their daughter. She smiled thinking of her two closest friends; they were lucky to have each other. She had never seen two people more attached to one another, it was a little sickening but she envied them. They were in love and they were happy, two things that were foreign to her.
Looking around a little more she spotted Lindsay in the corner surrounded by several blonde beauties. He looked up and their eyes met. He smiled at her and nodded, but that smile did not reach his eyes, he was pissed off that he lost. She smiled brightly at him, better luck next time sucker, then turned around and took a swig of her beer. Lindsay was so transparent and Spike was so dense.
She shook her head, thinking of her ex-lover, he thought she didn’t know about Lindsay but she did. She knew of all the rumors and she knew them to be true. She remembered that race she had watched the whole thing go down from the sidelines; it was the scariest thing she had ever seen as she watched John slam into the wall and his car explode on impact. Pieces of fiberglass and engine parts flew everywhere; it was the most devastating accident she had ever witnessed.
But she also witnessed, Adam, Lindsay’s mechanic clandestinely walking out of John’s pit area right before the race and his slight nod to Lindsay as their eyes met. She kept it to herself; never telling anyone, she figured it was ammunition against him if he ever tried any shit like that with her. That’s why she was so particular about her mechanics, after witnessing that she didn’t trust anyone.
Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt a warm hard chest pressed up against her back. Lean strong arms slapped down on the bar next to her as a raspy voice whispered in her ear. “My ears are ringing luv, thinking about me again?” he nuzzled her neck unable to stop himself from getting closer to her.
Faith closed her eyes to the unbelievable sensations he created just by being near her and her body relaxed against his. Her head tilted to the right and her heart sped up, she chuckled and the sound was like hot wet dripping sex to Spike’s ears. “You still can’t get over yourself can you?” she teased him.
Spike pressed further against her, his arms brushing her bare arms as he rested his hands on top of hers, his finger stroking the top of her hand. “Why go over, when you can go under.” He whispered hotly in her ear and she shivered, her body nuzzling back further into his.
“Been there down that.” She oozed, her ass wiggling on the seat as her excitement grew.
He was so hot for her, her scent of mulberries filling every fiber of his being as he felt his lower half respond enthusiastically. He just wanted to throw her up on the bar and entrench himself deep inside of her. He lightly kissed her neck then moved up to her cute little ear, his mouth closed over her lobe and he gently sucked then released it. “There’s nothing stopping us from doing it again.” He licked the outer rim of her ear and she once again chuckled at his persistence. “I miss you Faith, I miss your taste, I miss how you clench around my cock when you cum. Stop torturing us pet, let me in.” he smoothly cajoled, his voice husky with the endless passion he felt for her.
A low moan erupted from her throat as she envisioned his cock inside of her. It was a constant game with them, the sarcastic jibes, the lusty eye contact from a distance. Then on certain nights when she was really lucky, or unlucky she hadn’t decided yet, it was this full out seduction both of body and words that tempted her to give in. It reminded her of nights when all they did was fuck each other furiously until they both passed out with exhaustion.
She opened her eyes and looked to the side. His face was only inches away from hers, his eyes a dark stormy blue searched her face and finally settled on her moist full lips that were a breath away from his own. His head moved forward slightly as her tongue came out and licked her bottom lip, he groaned wanting to taste those lips, wanting to thrust his tongue inside of her mouth and taste all the warm hidden corners that lie within.
“You made your choice Spike.” Feeling the need for distance she moved back. The heat from her eyes was gone and replaced with coldness as they searched the bar. “Where is your little vacuum cleaner, at home playing with her unicorns?” she asked sweetly.
He flinched; it was like a bucket of cold ice water was just dumped all over his fevered body. He stood back and sighed deeply, then he grabbed the stool next to her. Sitting down he ordered a beer. “It’s not like that with her, you know that.”
“Oh you mean she’s not Marion Cunningham sitting at home waiting for her beloved man! Oh that’s right you guys just fuck. Why can I never remember that?” she sarcastically said.
His eyes, ice blue once more, pierced hers. “I would imagine that fucking Xander Harris would make anyone daft.” He sneered at her as he mentally cursed himself for speaking the words that invoked the most nauseating images.
She smirked at him. “Jealous?”
He shrugged and drank some beer. “I’m not looking to nail Harris sweetheart that apparently is your job these days.”
Faith sighed and drank her own beer. Things would never change with them. He was under the impression that she slept with Xander on a daily basis, which wasn’t the case, but she wasn’t going to tell him that. She liked to see him jealous it made her feel better. Because the truth was that while he was getting laid every night by that ho Harmony, she hadn’t had sex in over two weeks and she was chomping at the bit. “Can we just not talk about this anymore?”
He looked at her, he detected a hint of frustration in her voice and in the way her body seemed to tense. Maybe Harris lied; maybe she wasn’t sleeping with him as often as Xander said and that made him very happy. He hated to hear about any of her little liaisons it always put the most violent thoughts in his head. He remembered the sickening rage he felt when he heard that she was sleeping with that idiot Harris and how he just wanted to tie him down and burn rubber over his dick. He smirked that was one of his favorite fantasies.
The smirk disappeared as he got the sudden feeling that he was being stabbed in the back. His head turned and he looked around the bar, his eyes landing on Lindsay who sat in the back watching them keenly. Spike smiled callously at him then winked, ‘asshole’, turning back around he addressed Faith, “Sure let’s talk about your little buddy over there and how pissed off he is that you beat him today.”
She looked back at Lindsay and he smiled at her. She turned back around. “He’ll get over it.”
“You can’t trust him Faith.”
“I know that Spike I’m not your stupid blonde bimbo.”
His eyes hardened and he twisted on the stool to fully face her. His right arm wound around the back of her stool and he moved closer, his left hand slowly started stroking her arm as his knees touched her thigh. Leaning closer still he urgently whispered, “Faith you’re playing with fire here. Lindsay will stop at nothing to keep you from winning. I worry about you luv. I want your body back in my bed not in little pieces all over the track.”
She turned to look at him, ignoring her quickened pulse that his hand on her arm created, and she lashed out at him angry that he thought he had any rights at all when it concerned her. “Don’t you mean you don’t want me to win because then I’ll be number one and you won’t be the best anymore?”
He sneered at her, his hand ruthlessly digging into her arm as he jerked her forward, their noses practically touching. “Bloody hell Faith I’m talking about your sodden life! Not some bloody position in the ranks!”
She jerked her arm free from his grasp her eyes on fire from her anger as she stared back. “You’re so full of shit…William. You want me to believe that you care about what happens to me! You who loved me so much that you couldn’t keep your cock in your pants! Please you want me out of here as much as he does, you just go about it in a different way.”
He couldn’t believe that she actually thought he didn’t care. The fact that she still believed that his cheating was a result of his own insecurities about her racing dumbfounded him. He was angered that she never even once looked at her own role in his cheating. No he wasn’t making excuses for himself, what he did was wrong and he knew that. But she had a hand in it too, relationships go both ways and she had stopped being a part of theirs, which resulted in his loneliness and a deep desire for attention from the woman that he loved but he never got it so he strayed.
He had always hoped that one day she would see that and understand, and that maybe they could have another chance. But obviously she hadn’t and didn’t. Clearly she never cared for him as much as he did for her if she still thought that all he cared about was the rankings. Maybe they were truly over.
She stared back into his eyes as a sharp pain ripped through her heart from the sad stony look he gave her. He smiled at her then stood up; he dropped a twenty on the bar. He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek and she closed her eyes to his gentle kiss. When she opened them again his hand was stroking her cheek and his eyes were soft yet intense. “I loved you; I only wanted you to be happy.”
His gaze was hypnotic and she was lost in the sincerity she read in his eyes, she swallowed, ‘Loved?’ and she knew without even looking that her eyes were moist with unshed tears.
“Maybe one day you’ll understand that.” He stood back looked at her one last time, then left.
Faith quickly turned around. She held back the urge to run after him and demand he explain that loved part. She stared at herself in the mirror that was on the wall behind the bar, a million questions running through her head. What the hell had that meant? He never loved her! Did he?
She knew one thing, her feelings for him, even though she had tried to deny it; never changed she still loved him.
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He didn’t bother knocking, he never did, he just throw open the door and stormed inside, slamming it shut. He walked down the hallway and to the family room.
Stalking into the kitchen he ripped open the refrigerator door and grabbed a beer then hoped up on the counter. He opened it and lifted it to his lips taking a long needed drink.
“That’s my last beer you know.” Angel said as he watched Spike drink it.
“I’ll buy you a bloody keg mate okay.” He said then quickly drank the rest of it down.
Angel watched his brother-in-law and shook his head. There was no need to ask what his problem was because it was always the same thing…Faith. “Why do you let her get to you?” he asked.
“Because he still loves her.” Buffy said as she rounded the corner and kissed Spike on the cheek.
He grumbled at her, “No I don’t”
She walked over and sat down next to Angel on the couch smirking at her brother, “Yes you do.”
Spike hopped down off the counter and walked toward them, he plopped down on the chair across from them. “No I don’t blondie mind your own business.”
She chuckled, “Spike give me a break okay I know it, Angel knows.” She pondered her thoughts, “I don’t think Faith knows it because…gee let me think…maybe because you never told her!” she sat forward and glared at him.
He ignored her and shrugged. “I’m worried about her that’s all.”
“Spike, Faith is perfectly capable of handling herself. Hasn’t she proven that already? God how thick headed do you have to be!” Buffy said, annoyed with her brother. She loved him to death even though they grew up on different continents and didn’t meet till their father died, it didn’t matter they were as close as two siblings could be.
“I know that Buffy. That’s not what worries me.”
“You’re worried about Lindsay.” Angel said and Spike shook his head.
“Why because she beat him today? Oh please he’ll get over it.” Buffy said flippantly. She didn’t like Lindsay either but they were just being paranoid.
Angel squeezed her, “baby he’s got a point, Lindsay can’t be trusted.”
“Yeah and Faith doesn’t see that or she doesn’t want to see it. She’s just got one thing on her mind and that’s winning and beating me. That’s it.”
“So maybe she should win, maybe she deserves it.” Buffy said sticking up for her best friend.
“She does deserve it Buffy I agree, but at what cost? Does she have to die to get it?” Spike said angrily, the thought scaring the hell out of him, just like it always did.
“Spike you’re just being paranoid.” She stood up hearing her daughter’s cry. “You know maybe if you weren’t such an ass she would still trust you and you two could talk about it like two rational adults. But no you had to go and screw around with Harmony. Idiot.”
She leaned down and kissed Angel on the lips. “I’m going to check on Nicki then I’m going to bed. I love you.”
Spike watched as they kissed each other passionately like it was their first kiss and he couldn’t help but be envious they had something special, something that he thought he had with Faith. Of course they weren’t always this close.
When Spike first started out he was the hotshot rookie and Angel was already number one and had been for three years running. At first they didn’t get along, Angel was arrogant and self absorbed and Spike was cocky and hungry for his position. They had a very tumulus relationship and then one day Buffy showed up and demanded that Spike give her a job. She was going nuts working as a waitress at the local restaurant and she wanted to get more involved in the racing scene.
At first he was against it, but while he stood there with Buffy getting ready to tell her no, Angel walked by. He stopped dead in his tracks his eyes completely immersed on Buffy and Spike had a brainstorm. Angel was the coolest driver on the circuit; he always seemed impervious to any signs of weakness. But Spike saw the hunger in his eyes as he stared at Buffy and he knew he had finally found it. So he told Buffy that she could work for him as a gofer, running around and getting him or his crew whatever they needed and she happily agreed.
Now Angel was as stubborn as they come and egotistical to boot so he never once approached Buffy, even though he never looked anywhere but at her whenever she was around. Spike would also catch him staring death at any other man that looked at her. But Buffy, Buffy was not shy, and from the first moment she saw Angel, she didn’t stop hounding him.
She pursued him like a relentless little terrier chasing after a rat. Every chance she got she would flirt with him and tease him. She would also flirt with other guys in an attempt to get him to show his feelings. They had talked lots of times and hung out but Angel always pushed her away never admitting his feelings. He tried his best to keep her at arms length and to this day Spike still didn’t know why, but he knew Angel would crack eventually and he did.
It was two months after she first started to pursue him. She came to the track wearing a bikini and nothing else except a pair of black stilettos. When Spike asked her what the hell she was doing, because it was a little provocative even for him, she just smiled and said clearly and loudly, I’m the winner’s circle girl today. Angel, who had been walking by, stopped dead in his tracks when he caught sight of Buffy and heard what she said.
Now the winner’s circle girl was just what it sounded like. She stood up on the dais in a skimpy bathing suit and handed the winner of the race his trophy. Of course she also always got thoroughly kissed and felt up by the winner so after hearing that Angel’s face turned redder than Santa’s suit and his brown eyes turned black.
Spike wasn’t surprised when Angel won that day far ahead of everyone, nor was he surprised when his sister didn’t come home that night. That was the beginning of their great love affair and the end of a racing legend. Because the second Buffy found out that she was pregnant she demanded that Angel stop racing. Angel didn’t even protest he just agreed and Spike couldn’t fathom how he could just give up everything without even a fight. When he asked, Angel simply said, I have everything I need. They’ve been inseparable ever since and it was a little nauseating.
“I love you too baby, I won’t be long.” He smacked her on the ass when she stood up and she smiled at him, her eyes telling him he better not be.
Then she walked over to Spike and kissed him on the cheek. “Spike you know I love you and I love Faith, I just wish you two could get your shit together.” She looked at him like she wanted to say something else, but she didn’t. “Good night, I’ll see you tomorrow right for Nicki’s birthday party.”
“Yeah.” He mumbled.
“Eleven o’clock.” Buffy said sternly knowing her brother and how he was never able to get anywhere on time, unless it was a race.
“Yes eleven o’clock.” Spike said.
“Good” she smiled at him and winked at Angel then left the room.
Angel got up and walked to the kitchen counter. Leaning down he took a bottle of whiskey and two glasses out and put them on the counter. “You know she’s right don’t you, I mean all these games you two play with each other its ridicules. Anyone who isn’t blind can see that you still mean something to one another.” He poured the amber liquid into the glasses and then walked over to Spike handing him one.
Spike looked at him blankly. “Excuse me? I don’t think you can say anything on this matter mate. I seem to recall that you lived in denial land for a while. Things weren’t all roses and champagne with you two either you know. No it was Buffy running after you and you always running away.”
Angel smiled, ah good memories. “Yeah but that was different. I had my head up my ass I can admit that. But you…” he drank his whiskey and shook his head, “…you are too stubborn to do the same.”
Spike drank his whiskey. “I’m not stubborn. I’d rather call it…self preservation.”
Angel smirked and stood up putting his glass on the table. “Call it whatever you want Spike. It’s still stubbornness and a lack of communication.”
When Spike looked like he was going to comment on that Angel held up his hand then peered around the corner to make sure that Buffy wasn’t there. “I know she’s just as much to blame as you are.” He whispered and Spike smiled, it was funny to see the big bad ass afraid of his little petite sister.
“But the point is that neither of you ever took the time to listen to the other and no relationship, no matter how much love is involved can work without talking and listening to each other.” He yawned and stretched, “I hate to cut you short buddy but I’m beat. I have to get up early tomorrow to set up for the party and I have got to hit the sack.”
Spike stood up and smirked at him, “Yeah bed right. You just want to bang my lil sis. God don’t you two ever stop! You’re like a bunch of hairless rabbits. It’s a miracle that you only have one kid.”
He walked toward the door Angel following behind him grinning from ear to ear. “Not my choice.” He said.
Spike opened the door, “Yeah I know if it was then you’d have my sister barefoot and pregnant all the time, with a whole shit load of little Irish Angel’s running around.”
Angel grinned and Spike shook his head at him. “I’ll see you tomorrow mate.”
“Don’t forget that keg!” Angel called out and Spike waved to him.
Angel watched him drive away, “she’s right you are an idiot.”
TBC…