Jackboots and Bubblegum

I loved this: And then he hears it; the subtle sound of bone and muscle reshaping itself into the lean, monstrous features of a predator. For just a moment, Angel stretches and tries to force the planes of his face into its familiar demonic shape. He still forgets. The glamour fools everyone. Even him. Angel's so weary and diminished in this scene, craving the power Riley holds seems plausible.

Wes hovering in the shadows brought a whole new level of heat to the delicious, erotic scene. The last line is wonderful.