Random bit from one of my Spike/Angel fics

You learned fast how to kiss and not cut yourself on the viciously perfect edges of fangs. Learned how to curl tongue against tongue and not taste blood. Learned how to fold lips over teeth so flesh could meet flesh safely, sweetly.

But where was the fun in that?

And for all that Angelus' lips would soon be sliding over his and leaving them scarlet, dripping, ragged, and torn, he craved those kisses, cruel and careful as they were.

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I miss writing fic...there's a freedom to it somehow.