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]

"I'm not," Spike said, closing his eyes briefly in pleasure. He was still somewhat on edge, and his skin felt extra sensitive because of it. "Couldn't be, not when you're doing things like that."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike laughed, a short, unstoppable expression of delight at being wanted. He kissed Wesley back avidly and met his eyes again when they broke apart for Wesley to breathe. "I am. No one else's." Despite his efforts not to look like a complete idiot, he couldn't contain his smile.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"Well, it's true." Spike ran one hand up Wesley's back and gave him a small smile.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"And yet you still think I shouldn't love you? Is that it?"

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"Love you," Spike murmured. He pressed closer, his hands skimming over Wesley's skin, as he sought out physical reassurance that this was real.