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Entry #2 - Senses

"Hey you."

Spike grins, grinding his cigarette against the brick wall that he leans against. He motions grandly for her to join him, and she falls beside the wall, hand brushing against his own. She holds out a cigarette and he hands her a lighter, watching her passively as she sets the white tube between her lips.

"Vicious says you've had a fight." She states simply, watching the smoke from her cigarette writhe in the air.

Spike nods and his hands find their way into his pockets. The street is empty; the lamp that the two stand under more a spotlight then a safety precaution

"What about?" she breathes, her adroit question chaffing his pride.

He reaches for her, hands grabbing at a waist too small and lips searching out for ruby red victims. He drags her into a near-by alley, bruising and needy hands searching out each other's curves. She buries herself into his shoulder, he into her hair, and they melt into each other and the wall he presses her so roughly against.

"Innocence doesn't suit you," he growls into her mouth as she tugs on his jacket, pulling on his hair.

Julia moans in discomfort at his coarseness, and he pulls back, lips smeared red. She smiles at him and leans casually against the wall he had slammed her against.

"Does he know?" she asks suddenly, calm blue eyes shadowed.

Spike reaches into his pockets for his cigarette packet, removing two squares. He hands her one and leans against the wall, the steam rising from the puddles of the alley catching his attention.

"No." is his reply, and they both sigh into the midnight air.

They pass his lighter between the two of them in silence, their smoke fluttering lovely around the others; entwining and binding themselves to one another. The alley is quiet. Sure, the words haven't been spoken. But the signs are there.

And they both know Vicious isn't stupid. He can smell her perfume on him; can see she's got his gun. Vicious can hear their banter when the elders aren't listening, and he's touched the roses that Spike has bought for a "mystery" girl.

No, Vicious hasn't tasted the bitterness of betrayal, Spike thinks to himself, but he'll come to his senses soon enough.

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