Meta Out-Take




It started off as a rehearsal. A private rehearsal

"But you're not manly anymore," Xander said.

"What? Hey!" Spike leaned over him. "I was plenty manly when I was buggering you into the couch this morning!"

"So you think that's all it takes to be manly?
The bits?"

Spike shrugged. "Depends, don't it? If
manly's doing what's got to be done, and not being afraid to show what you're thinking, reckon you're more manly now than you were when you were shagging the demon bint."

"I think manly means not showing what you're thinking or feeling at all."

"What? Sod that. That's not manly. That's cowardly."

And the fact that Angel is poster child for keeping it all inside?"

Angel's a big girl's blouse is what Angel is," Spike grumbled.

Xander looked up at Spike, and shook his head. "Angel's a big girl's blouse? Is that the best you can come up with?"

"Don't have to come up with better, do I? Just a rehearsal for the
Newspaper!verse is all."

"Oh. Yeah.
Right. So why bother with the dialog at all when we could go straight to the sex?"

Spike considered this. Then shrugged, and tossed the newspaper over his shoulder. "When you're right, you're right."


I'll grab the lube."







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