ext_2786 ([identity profile] wesleysgirl.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] reality_bends2004-07-07 11:06 am

Home again, home again, jiggity jig.

Continued from here.

Wesley sighed with relief as he realized that they were nearly home. He wanted to hole up in the flat with Spike and pretend for a few hours that nothing was wrong.

[identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com 2004-07-07 08:20 am (UTC)(link)
"So after I've played you my music, what are you going to teach me?" Spike asked, feeling a distinct pang of longing as they drove past a bar.

[identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com 2004-07-07 01:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't know about you, but I don't want to waste any more time before we open that bottle," Spike said, awkwardly picking up the video game box. "I doubt we'll feel that way when we move."

[identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com 2004-07-07 01:56 pm (UTC)(link)
When the door was open far enough, Spike squeezed himself and all of his parcels through the doorway. "Ta," he said, helping to keep the door open with his foot.

[identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com 2004-07-07 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Probably." Spike walked over to the box Wesley had carried in and picked up the bottle of whiskey. "I'll want some of this first. You?"