"Right. That's it." Spike climbed out of bed and turned Wesley around to face him, holding him by his upper arms firmly enough that he would have had to make more than a token effort to move away. "Why do I think you're not this keen on sending me away because you're looking forward to the great sex we'll have when I get back?"
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Date: 2004-08-10 09:46 am (UTC)