Hrm, what could they possibly do next?

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Without pausing in what he was doing, Wesley reached down and found a fold of the blanket around their knees, pulling it up over the both of them. "I don't want you to be cold," he whispered in explanation, tracing the edge of Spike's ear with his tongue.

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[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

There was something about the way that Wesley expressed his desire for him that always made Spike want to smile. This time he gave into the urge. "You've got me," he said.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"I've got you," Wesley agreed -- it was true on more than one count. He ran one hand down over Spike's chest and lower to his firm abdomen while the other hand mirrored the path along Spike's back.

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Spike just barely rocked into Wesley's touch, wanting as much contact as possible but also wanting to let him do what he pleased. With a soft murmur of appreciation, he brushed his lips along Wesley's cheekbone.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Spike was more solid than he looked, but Wesley wasn't quite the bookish sort he'd been a few years before either. It wasn't terribly difficult to turn Spike slightly in his lap, just enough so that they could kiss without either of them craning their necks. The movement also resulted in more of the blanket that had been twisted around Spike falling away, which in turn caused Wesley to groan softly at the soft press of skin on skin as their lips met.

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Continues here (http://www.livejournal.com/community/reality_bends/20849.html).