"I've got you," Wesley repeated as Spike came, slippery fluid coating his fingers. The worst of his own intoxication seemed past -- he still felt drunk, but not to the point where standing was as difficult as it had been -- and he moved one arm up around Spike's waist, supporting him.
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Date: 2004-07-20 06:35 am (UTC)