If cleanliness is next to godliness is Spike's skin going to start smoking one of these days?

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Continued from here.

"I'll do my best," Spike said, taking a shallow breath now that Wesley's hands had moved somewhere a bit less sensitive. "But you'd probably take me reminding you as a criticism. Not much of an improvement."

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[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"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.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Everything was hazy, sounds muffled by the ringing in his ears, but Spike could feel Wesley's arms around him like they were the only solid thing in the world. He stroked Wesley's forearm gratefully. "God, I love you," he said between panting breaths.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"I love you too." Slowly and deliberately, Wesley released his hold on Spike's cock and brought his fingers to his mouth, licking off the few traces of Spike that hadn't been washed away by the water running down over their bodies.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"Thank you, pet. That was... some word much better than good." Spike opened his eyes, blinking away the water clinging to his eyelashes, and tried to bring the tiles in front of him into focus.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"I want to do it again," Wesley said, kissing the reddest of the bite marks on Spike's neck. "But as I suspect you're right about the water running cold before then, I think we should finish up here and move back to bed."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike shivered as Wesley's lips touched his tender skin. He felt tired and wrung out, ready to sleep, but he was fairly certain that Wesley could get any reaction from him he wanted. "Bed sounds great," he said, turning in Wesley's arms and giving him a gentle but extended kiss.