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They’re both bloody idiots. If they took the time to set themselves aside and really look that the other they’d see what I see, but of course they don’t. It’s subtle almost non-existent flirting. Non-existent in the way that they both aren’t actually doing it while they are. You don’t understand?? Well, who the bloody hell asked you anyway. I’m only writing because I have the slayer curled up on the other side of the couch, writing and the wolf sitting on the floor propped up against the couch right in front her doing the same thing, what’s a guy to do. I know she’ll bitch if I turn the TV or some music to get rid of all the silence.

I tried to give the wolf some hints but he just wouldn’t listen. And the Slayer, truth be told, she whipped my ass good when I brought up the possibility for her to think about. Like she hadn’t been thinking of it. Sure. That’s why every night on patrol after she’d talked to him, I’d hear everything single tale he had told her. She even told me the most insignificant details of his day like ‘Oz went by some cemetery or other in LA’ or ‘Oz said that Angel looked broody’. Like I fucking care. But nooooo, she refused to take the hint and when I finally managed to get her to shut the hell up, and the next time, she’d start all over again.

Sooner or later they have to realize it don't they? If not I'll bloody well tie them together with some nifty four-way handcuffs that the Slayer can't get out and position them just right so they can just have at it. It'd be humane thing to do, no? At least humane to me since once they're together I won't have to watch the moony disgusting 'make me want to heave' looks anymore. Like now, when the Slayer just paused mid-sentence and stared at the back of his head for no apparent reason, then went back to her writing furiously adding words to the page. Or the look through the mirror the wolf gave her about twenty minutes ago.

At least *I'm* not Love's Bitch anymore.
 
 
 

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