"I'm glad you think so," Spike said, pressing his lips gently to Wesley's jaw and sighing with hazy contentment as Wesley settled even more of his weight on him. He thought idly that he could easily drift to sleep in this position, though he wasn't quite ready for that.
Actually, Wesley wasn't as comfortable as he might have liked to be, but he was so pleased to still be in Spike's embrace that he wouldn't have admitted it for the world. "I'm bigger than you," he pointed out after a minute or so. "Are you sure I'm not too heavy?"
Spike smiled up at him. "No, pet, you're not too heavy," he said with obvious amusement. "Vampire, remember? No need to breathe. But if you're not happy, I won't stop you from moving, as long as you don't go far."
"It's not that I'm not happy," Wesley explained, gingerly getting up onto his hands and knees before moving so that he was lying down next to Spike. "I just don't like the thought of crushing you."
Even next to him was too far, and Spike turned onto his side so that he could enfold Wesley in his arms. "I can lift you with one hand; you're not going to crush me."
"All right, if I didn't care about hurting you I could lift you with one hand," Spike corrected himself, feeling oddly disgruntled by Wesley's dismissal of his strength. "So I wouldn't, but you're still not going to crush me."
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