[ the fact that warmth spreads under her skin as her eyes fix on his tongue as he curls it only makes her fists clench harder and her resolve stiffen. true or not, he's out of line. a cool rage washes over her and she squares her shoulders, lifting her chin, loathing burning behind her eyes. ]
The only thing aching is my head every time you open your mouth. Leave me alone, Spike.
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The only thing aching is my head every time you open your mouth. Leave me alone, Spike.