Furniture planning

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Continued from here.

"Leather sounds wonderful," Wesley said, pulling Spike closer so that they could kiss again.

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[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"Feels even better." Settling against him, Spike ran his hand through Wesley's hair and kissed him gently but thoroughly.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"So will it be my turn next time?" Wesley murmured after a moment.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"If you like." Spike dropped a kiss on Wesley's shoulder. "Doesn't ever have to be your turn if you don't want it."

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"I think..." Wesley ran his fingers lightly over Spike's thigh. "I think I'd like to."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"Would you?" Spike traced the sweep of Wesley's collarbone with one fingertip as he pressed his mouth just beneath Wesley's jaw.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Wesley groaned and tilted his head slightly to give Spike better access. "Yes," he breathed. "I think I would."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"Why's that love?" Spike asked. He kissed along the line of Wesley's jaw, keeping his lips and his voice gentle. "Want me to take away the pressure of having to make so many decisions for a little while? You'd be perfect. All you'd have to do was please me, and I know you can do that."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

An almost violent shudder passed through Wesley at the thought. "Yes."

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Spike smiled knowingly and lifted his head to brush his lips against Wesley's. "We'll have to do that, then, won't we?"

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"Whenever you want to," Wesley said.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"Think we'd better let you recover a bit first," Spike replied, sliding his fingers back into Wesley's hair and kissing him a bit more firmly.

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Wesley returned the kiss, then suggested, "Perhaps more than a bit."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"There's no rush," Spike agreed. Torn between feeling energized and sated, he sighed softly and settled back, though he was unable to stop himself from continuing to stroke gently over Wesley's skin and through his hair.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Relaxing at Spike's touch, Wesley closed his eyes for a moment. "That feels nice."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"You feel nice." Spike trailed his fingers down Wesley's cheek. "Guess I'm making up for not being allowed to touch you like I wanted."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"You're certainly welcome to continue doing it now." Wesley sighed happily.

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"Thank you," Spike said with a grin. His hand moved downwards, caressing Wesley's throat before rubbing across his chest and settling on his shoulder.

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"Oh, well, you know... it's a real hardship," Wesley said, smirking a bit.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure it is, pet," Spike said as sincerely as he could manage around his grin. "You're a saint to put up with me."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"Of course I am. What with all the trouble you cause." Wesley reached out and slid his arm around Spike's waist.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike knew that Wesley meant it as a joke, but it struck a bit closer to home than Spike would have liked. "I'm sure you'll find ways to let me make it up to you," he said, leaning in for another kiss.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"Ah, but there's a catch, you see. You have to tolerate all of my bad behavior as well." Wesley grabbed another kiss while Spike was still in easy reach.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"I didn't want to mention it, but you do hog the covers," Spike said.

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"Do I snore?" Wesley asked, curious.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"Not much," Spike replied, his thumb moving slowly back and forth over the curve where Wesley's shoulder met his neck. "But it's nice to wake up and hear you breathing."

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Wesley smiled. "I like waking up with you too."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"That's because you've got all the covers," Spike said, but he smiled in return. He rolled his neck slightly and was pleased to discover that his head didn't hurt. "I think we've discovered the perfect hangover cure: a massage, some blood, and a good shagging."

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"Do you think we should write it down so we don't forget? We could make millions," Wesley suggested.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"Only off of vampires, and I don't think we should be suggesting they drink more blood," Spike pointed out.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"No, perhaps not. But the two other parts of the miracle cure? Or we could just fail to specify the type of liquid."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"Sounds like a good plan. Since I was the guinea pig, you can figure out how to market it," Spike said. "You'll probably want to spend the millions on books, though. Maybe I should be in charge."

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Wesley turned his head a bit more so that he could see Spike better. "Oh really? And what would you spend the money on?"

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"Fast cars. A big-screen telly. Stain-resistant furniture," Spike said, grinning as he mentioned the last item. "Maybe some of that glass that would keep me from going up in flames."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"We could look into getting that anyway," Wesley said, serious now. "It might be expensive, but I'd imagine it would be worth it."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"It'd be nice to feel the sun on my skin again," Spike said a bit wistfully. "But it can wait 'til we make our millions."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Deciding that he'd find a way, Wesley just nodded. "So, what else? A stereo system with speakers large enough to crack drywall?"

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike nodded. "Too right, and every kind of video game out there. Just to keep my hand-eye coordination sharp."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"A big training room," Wesley mused, running an idle hand over Spike's skin. "Plenty of weapons..."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"A big bed." Spike slid his hand up Wesley's neck to ghost through his hair once more. "Lots of lube."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"A bedside refrigerator." Wesley turned further, far enough to brush his lips against Spike's.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"And microwave." Spike kept Wesley close with the hand in his hair and gave him a long, gentle kiss. "And as many books as you want, pet," he said when he pulled back, his voice tinged with a bit of longing for their fantasy.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Wesley smiled apologetically. "I am rather fond of them."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"To tell you the truth, so I am," Spike admitted with a slightly self-conscious grin. "Not your old musty ones that'd put me to sleep in less than twenty pages, maybe, but I've spent many a sunny day stuck inside reading spy novels and murder mysteries. Anything exciting."

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"We'll have to compare favorites at some point," Wesley said.

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Continues here (http://www.livejournal.com/community/reality_bends/30875.html).