[identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] reality_bends
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"I promised you I wouldn't leave unless you wanted me to," Spike said, coming to stand in front of Wesley and touching his arm with the gentlest of caresses. He wanted to pull him into a tight hug until the pain evident in his every breath was gone, but he was too unsure of the situation to offer. "If you want me to stay, I will. I want to. All right, love?" He could be careful with everything he did so that he didn't ever cross that line again, but he couldn't knowingly break Wesley's heart.

Date: 2004-07-29 11:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wesleysgirl.livejournal.com
Wesley forced himself to start moving again, going over to the bed and sitting down on the edge of it. "I'm sorry," he said, wishing he could think of something else to say, or something he could do to express how much he wished he could give Spike more.

Date: 2004-07-29 11:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wesleysgirl.livejournal.com
"Of course I did." Wesley reached out a hand and lay it on Spike's forearm, feeling the tension in the muscles there. "The last thing I want," he said softly, tears still threatening, "is for you to be unhappy. For you to want something and not have it. You're more important than anything else in my life. The thought that I might not be able to give you what you need..."

Date: 2004-07-29 12:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wesleysgirl.livejournal.com
Caught in that gaze as he had been so many times before, Wesley wondered why there suddenly didn't seem to be enough oxygen in the air. He deliberately slowed and deepened his breathing. "I don't know," he said helplessly.

Date: 2004-07-29 12:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wesleysgirl.livejournal.com
"I do love you," Wesley said without hesitation. "And I'll do anything I can to show you. I'm just... I'm worried that it won't be enough."

Date: 2004-07-29 01:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wesleysgirl.livejournal.com
Wesley drew a long, shuddering breath. "We have to stop doing this," he said.

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