"Good," Spike said, adjusting his position slightly so that he could hold Wesley more comfortably and snugly. He could feel his eyelids threatening to drift shut, but he fought against it, wanting to be able to enjoy this moment with all of his senses. He watched his fingers thread through Wesley's dark hair and said, "Want you to be happy."
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Date: 2004-03-20 07:23 am (UTC)