Growing Pains
This cryin' thing fuckin' sucks, yo. The few times I have cried, didn't last very long. What I'm doin', now? Goes somewhere in the category of Never-Thought-This-Would-Happen. He's holdin' me, he's forgiven me, Wes has forgiven me, and I have no fuckin' clue what to do next
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Gettin' in on the passenger's side, I'm suddenly very curious about Wes' middle name. "Can't be worse than Ichabod, dude. Cuz that? Is one stupid, fuckin' name."
Once we're on the road, he turns to me and asks, "Where did you come up with Earl anyway?"
Shruggin', I reply, "Dunno. Shit just comes to me. 'Sides, I enjoy comin' up with new nicknames for you; it's high entertainment." I throw him a wicked grin as he pulls onto the road that leads to his crib.
I momentarily flash back to when I got the shit beaten outta me by that Beast thing. At least, this time, I'm not bleedin' all over; that's a relief. I'm in need of a shower pretty damn bad; haven't had one since before I hitched a ride to Arizona. I'm glad I thought to grab my bag outta Wes' office before we left. Otherwise? Earl, here, would be takin' me on a shoppin' spree.
Gotta have my leather, yo.
Glancin' over at him, I smirk, realizin' that he doesn't know I brought a change of clothes. "Y'know, I'm gonna need somethin' to put on after my shower. However? I might just go naked instead. Got a problem with that?"
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I almost revert back to the English way of driving with that comment - meaning I practically glaze over at the thought and swerve toward the oncoming lane. Luckily, however, I catch myself once the SUV starts to pull left and straighten out. Good thing that I had pulled onto a fairly quiet road, so there were no other cars - or police officers - around.
"Well..." My voice is cracking. Faith is proving as capable at doing this to me as Fred - probably even more so. Clearing my throat a bit, I continue, "While my neighbor will probably be glad to have something to ogle at besides me for once, I'm sure I can find something for you to wear."
When we reach my apartment complex, I pull around to the back where the garages are located and park in mine. It really does feel weird referring to things as "mine", knowing that I'm the duplicate.
"Here we are," I say as I open the door to get out...even though it's no doubt obvious to her.
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"Well..."
The voice crackin' is definitely goin' on the same list as the stutterin'; both things remind me of his Prissy Watcher days. Good teasin' material, yo.
"While my neighbor will probably be glad to have something to ogle at besides me for once, I'm sure I can find something for you to wear."
I smirk at the nosey neighbor comment. Wonder how bad I can freak 'em out?
He goes around back to the garages and parks the SUV, announcin' we're at the complex. Thanks for the newsflash, Ace; never would've guessed that on my own.
I hop out, grabbin' my bag from the hatch. "Look at that. I guess I remembered my stuff, after all." He's gonna kill me for this; I just know it, but I don't care. Winkin' at him, I walk away, makin' sure to put a little extra swing to my hips. I spot somethin' silver and shiney outta the corner of my eyes, and as I get a closer, I realize what it is. "Uh...who's is that?" I ask Earl, pointin' at the beautiful machine parked off to the side.
If that's a mirage? It's the most awesome mirage I've ever seen.
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Of course, she did. Shouldn't surprise me that her saying she didn't have any clothes and talking about walking around naked was just to get a rise out of me. She quite enjoys doing that.
Then I watch her walk away. Oh yes, she's definitely trying to get a rise out of me. In more ways than one. Shaking my head, I close the hatch and lock up the SUV. I have no idea where the two of us are going to head from here, but I have a feeling it's definitely going to be an adventure.
"Uh...who's is that?"
Turning around, I look at Faith and then follow her finger to my motorcycle, which is sitting off the side of the garage. I can't help but grinning. That's right. She never knew about that, did she? Wonder what she'll say when I tell her.
"That would my Harley." I walk over and run my hand over the wheel arch. "Beauty, isn't she? Bought her with my first paycheck from Wolfram and Hart to replace the one I lost during a demon fight a couple of years ago."
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"I'm sorry, what? You own a Harley? This is yours?" I think my brain just short circuited, cuz he's runnin' his hand over the arch, and it's makin' me a little hot. Can't decide if that's from him touching the Harley. Or? The bike all by itself.
"Beauty, isn't she?"
"Yeah," I breath, completely fuckin' mesmerized. I really wanna ride it. Been way too long since I was on a bike.
"Bought her with my first paycheck from Wolfram and Hart to replace the one I lost during a demon fight a couple of years ago."
What the fuck? He had one before this one? Hold up...a couple of years ago? That means, he's been ridin' for a while. That's why he smirked, when I made my 'like riding a biker' comment the night those vamps attacked us in his SUV.
I'm suddenly picturin' us knockin' boots on his mean-lookin' machine. Nothing like a good screw on a hot bike to get ya goin'.
"So your previous bike got totalled, huh? Buzz kill. Breaks my heart just thinkin' about it." Okay, I'm sorta bein' sarcastic here, but not really. I love Harleys, yo. And by the way Earl's actin'? He does, too.
I straddle the bike to test it out, and shit, if I don't get wet just sittin' on the thing. "I bet this baby kicks ass on the streets, man. Why the fuck do you go to work in the Mom Mobile over there, when you could ride in style?"
Seriously. I mean, it's a silver, sleek, sexy machine. Why doesn't he ride it more?
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She says it so flippantly, but I can tell she doesn't like the idea of a motorcycle being destroyed. Doesn't surprise me at all, given her proclivities...and the way she's now trying the bike out. I do wonder how she would have reacted had I shown up at the prison riding it, had I had it at the time. Considering her reaction to the No-Glasses Wesley, it probably would have been quite entertaining.
I bet this baby kicks ass on the streets, man. Why the fuck do you go to work in the Mom Mobile over there, when you could ride in style?"
"I use the SUV for work because I often find I need room for rather bulky equipment when we go on case. It's also makes a slightly better impression on clients and is a bit easier when there's three or four of us going somewhere together. Earlier, for instance, when we went to see Fred's former lab assistant."
Smirking, I circle around to straddle the bike behind her and lean forward to whisper in her ear.
"I rather prefer this for my off-hours transportation anyway. It's much more intimate, don't you think?"
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Right. Forgot about that. However? In my defense? Kinda distracted here; too much shiney chrome infront of me.
I grip the bars tightly in my hand, fuckin' loving how they feel all cool and slick against my fingers. Speakin' of Slick? He just slid in behind me.
Damn, that was a hot move. Mr. Badass leans in, and I bite my lip to keep from groaning as his sexy voice tickles my ear.
"I rather prefer this for my off-hours transportation anyway. It's much more intimate, don't you think?"
That's it; his ass is mine.
Flippin' around faster than he can blink, I spin to face him, straddlin' his lap. "Oh, I definitely think. Now, how about you put that pretty mouth to work." I grab his head and get busy kissin' and wrigglin', running my hands under his shirt.
A girl could get use to this.
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