Title: Revenge of the Evil Hand
Author: Angel Jade
Rating: NC-17
Content: Slash, language, smut.
Spoilers: Dead end and all before it.
Pairings: A/L
Description: Pride is a terrible thing…unless it involves sex.
Setting: Season two, end of ‘Dead end’.
Feedback: angel-jade@buffyrocks.co.uk
Distribution: Ask first please.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of this innocent fic, that privilege
belongs to Mr.Whedon and co, who do make money from them, unlike me. *g*
Dedication: Shara, who made my head hurt. I think I’m gonna learn some big
words. By reading fic of course. “To read makes our speaking English good.”
Author’s notes: Challenge:
Short NC17 fic - End of Dead End. Lindsey turns around after being stopped by
cops and gets revenge on Angel.
Including: writing 'I suck' on Angel's chest at the end...
“That was childish.” I say, standing in the doorway as he leans over the lobby
desk, his back to me.
Without even turning, he speaks. “Hello Lindsey.”
“I wondered why you were smiling so much.” I say. “You just had to have the
last laugh, huh?”
He turns and I see the little smile appearing on his face. “And you came back
to, what…tell me off?”
“Actually, I’m here to charge you for the fine I got.” I tell him, walking in
with a smirk.
“Not here to swear revenge then?” He asks.
“For a joke? Think I can live without lowering myself to your level.” I reply,
smugly.
“I misjudged you then.” He says, turning back to the desk behind him.
Misjudged me? Huh? “You knew I’d come back then?”
“Come on Lindsey…you? Guy like you with so much to prove?” He asks. “I knew
you’d turn back.”
He knew and did it anyway…he did it because he knew…small smile on my lips that
I immediately replace because there is *no* way Angel did it to get me back
here.
“You worry me when you go quiet. What’s going on in that twisted mind of yours,
Lindsey?” He asks, suddenly.
I realise just how long I’ve been considering the option that he tricked me
back here…
“If you know me so well, why don’t you tell me, Angel?” I ask, smiling sweetly.
“Don’t give me that look…it doesn’t fit you anymore. If it ever did.” He says,
making his way over.
I laugh. “Maybe so…but you still haven’t answered the question. What’s going on
in my head?”
He smirks as he looks at my forehead, as if he can see the mental cogs working
inside. “Revenge, cocky humour and just a hint of lust.”
Was prepared for that. So I stand my ground, smile unfaltering. Yes, Lindsey
McDonald has a little…infatuation that needs to be taken care of. But the
important thing is, I realised this before he did. All the times I hid that
lust, knowing full well he would smell it…well this time he can.
Makes it all the easier for what I’m gonna do.
“That so?” I ask.
“You know it is.” He replies.
Amazing…I bet he’s never had someone who can look him in the eye and not
flinch. I have to wonder who’s gonna stop first. “How old are you? I used to
play this in kindergarten…stop staring at me.”
“Back down then.” He says, smugly staring into my eyes.
Oh there is so no way I am giving in. “Not a chance.”
“Twenty bucks says I win.” Angel says, not even blinking.
I smirk. “Easy money. You’re on.”
And so we hold our very own staring competition…derived simply from arguing and
general stubbornness that seems to follow us wherever we go.
At least he’s not trying to kill me.
But he’s making me blind…man, my eyes hurt. Do vampire’s need to blink? He must
be cheating.
Dammit.
“I win.”
“You are so childish.” I say.
“So you keep telling me. But I didn’t come all the way here for a staring
match, did I?” He says, grinning as I hand him my twenty bucks. Shit, I really
need that money.
“You still owe me money.” I remind him.
“They fined you for having a sign?” He asks doubtfully.
“No, they fined me for speeding, but I could have talked them out of it…being
the great lawyer I am…if it hadn’t been for the damn sign.” I say, loudly.
“Ex-lawyer, not so great…and I’m not at fault.” He says, softly, before turning
away.
Okay, the money excuse is wearing thin, maybe it’s time to bring in the second
phase of my oh so brilliant plan.
I stare at his ass as he’s walking, continuing to do so with every ounce of
innocence I can muster, even as he looks at me.
“Lindsey?”
“What?” I ask, snapping out of it.
“You were staring.” He says, with a tone similar to suspicion. Doubt perhaps?
“I was?”
“At my ass no less. Is that what you came for?” He asks, smiling happily. This
is so much fun to him.
Well, gotta take a blow to the pride if I want my revenge.
“Maybe.”
*****
TBC
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