Spike's thumb stroked over the skin at the nape of Wesley's neck. "Why would this be wrong?" he asked gently, seeing the turmoil in Wesley's eyes. "You want me. I want you. You said yourself we've got to find something to pass the time..." Spike's voice was nearly as quiet as Wesley's as he tried to understand where the problem lay.
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Date: 2004-03-04 06:57 pm (UTC)