"Might what? Have an afternoon snack in bed?" Spike said, aware of the slight increase in Wesley's heart rate but oblivious to the reasons behind it. "When we move the refrigerator in here, I could have it and hold you, too, but right now I don't want you to leave." He nuzzled Wesley's hair again. "That all right with you?"
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Date: 2004-03-22 05:32 pm (UTC)