When did my life become such a soap opera?

[femme4jack]

G1 Spike

ooc Spike, for the second time in a day, finds himself curled up in the drivers seat of one very hot Camaro, his forehead leaning against the window.   While his motivations earlier in the day hadn't been wholly selfless, he had felt compelled by his own hyperdrive of helpfulness to spend time with his new friend who seemed so broken.  Now

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[aniay]

I think I know what you mean. *tries to make his seats even more comfortable*

It's hard to actually be affected by something that, when you were friends, didn't affect you at all.

It must be hard for you to see things from perspective you once had.

[femme4jack]

*Absentmindedly begins tracing patterns with his fingers on the seat as he closes his eyes and lays back, enjoying the warmth under and around him.*

I'm gonna have to accept it. If I want this, that is. I know who he is, how he is. He's my best friend. I can either not go forward, forget it happened and just be friends, or go forward knowing fully who he is. You can't really ever change another person, doesn't matter what planet they are from. You can only accept, or not accept.

[aniay]

yes... you're right *thinks of Blurr* can't do nothing else than accept.

*tries to hug Spike with his seatbelt*

*The patter-tracing feels entirely too good for him, with half joking voice he says*

I'd stop that if I were you.

...you touched my tralala, mmmmm, my ding ding dong...

[femme4jack]

*Feels the hug and wishes for more. Listens to the song, blushes, and then gets a wicked grin*

Really? That's all it takes? Not suggestively rubbing your gear shift? Licking the steering wheel? You are easier to get going than l'il Bee.

*The Camaro is hot. He can't help himself. Besides, he is painfully aware of what his Bee is probably up to, and this just feels nice and comfortable and right. Continues the tracing, turning it into a deliberate caress*