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Ashes snowed down on Spike as the leering vamp above him dissolved into nothing but graying embers, leaving Angel bent over him, stake still posed for the kill. Pushing aside Angel's proffered hand, Spike got to his feet, shaking the ashes from his duster and combing them from his hair.

"Really Peaches, did you have to dust him on me?"

Angel merely stowed the stake in his pocket. "Of course not. I could have let him beat you to a pulp first. Probably should have." He grumbled as an after thought, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. "Maybe I'd have gotten lucky and he would have broken your jaw."

"What are you on about?" Spike asked, already half way back to the Plymouth. "Come on Luv," He prompted when Angel didn't respond. "Put the peddle to the metal. If you get me some dinner soon, maybe you'll get lucky and I'll put out."

Angel shook his head and followed his lover to the car. Rarely was he completely able to follow Spike's thought process, but as long as there was the promise of sex at the end of the tunnel, Angel didn't mind so much.