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Angel the Series, Spike and Illyria, teen and up, not mine. Illyria isn't happy about certain aspects of her new body.
"This body is weak," Illyria said; her lips curled back from her teeth. "And it has needs."
Spike kept his mouth shut and hoped that Illyria would take the hint. Instead, she continued. "It wants to be touched. Pleasured."
"It's nothing to be ashamed of, wanting a good shag once in a while."
"I would not pollute myself with the essences of a lesser being."
"I wasn't offering," he backpedaled hastily. "Anyway, there's nothing wrong with taking care of matters yourself. Having a wank?"
She cocked her head, and Spike decided to retreat before he really got himself into trouble.
"This body is weak," Illyria said; her lips curled back from her teeth. "And it has needs."
Spike kept his mouth shut and hoped that Illyria would take the hint. Instead, she continued. "It wants to be touched. Pleasured."
"It's nothing to be ashamed of, wanting a good shag once in a while."
"I would not pollute myself with the essences of a lesser being."
"I wasn't offering," he backpedaled hastily. "Anyway, there's nothing wrong with taking care of matters yourself. Having a wank?"
She cocked her head, and Spike decided to retreat before he really got himself into trouble.