Happy to have his arms full of an enthusiastic Wesley, Spike slid his hand into Wesley's hair and kissed him deeply and deliberately, savoring the taste of his mouth and the feel of his lips and tongue. He could feel the tension in his body slowly slipping away, though the knot in his stomach was a reminder that he still had made no decision about what to do. At the moment, though, kissing Wesley was far more important.
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Date: 2004-03-25 02:22 pm (UTC)