Ladies and gentlemen... well okay, probably just ladies, we have SNUGGLING.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Continued from here.

"Wouldn't ask for more," Wesley observed. "That doesn't mean I wouldn't like to give it to you. Like hours in bed every day, for example, until you're well-rested and happy." He continued to run his fingers through Spike's hair.

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[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"If you want to sleep you'd better not have me in bed with you," Spike said with a grin fueled by happy memories. "We seem to tire each other out more before we fall asleep. Not that I'm complaining. I haven't felt this relaxed in years."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"But it's a good sort of tired out," Wesley said, rubbing the back of Spike's neck gently. "Eventually we'd end up getting enough sleep, I'd imagine."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike nodded and closed his eyes again, feeling dangerously close to melting under Wesley's touch. He couldn't hear more than the faint buzz of reality; instead he was wrapped up in Wesley's arms and his love, and the amount of attention Wesley was showing him was helping to mend his battered self-image at least a little. "You sound happy, love," he said, struck by the fact that the constant undertone of worry seemed to be missing from Wesley's voice. "Are you?"

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"Yes." Wesley hugged Spike a bit more closely. "I have everything I want right here. Why wouldn't I be happy?"

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

It seemed inconceivable to Spike that he could be everything Wesley wanted, but he was too comfortable even to think of arguing. Besides, he didn't want to do anything to drain the contented tone from Wesley's voice. "We should get you everything you want more often," he said. "Though I don't fancy sharing the bed with heaps of books and a new gun or two."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"We'll get another bed just for the books," Wesley said teasingly. "The guns will have to sleep on the floor."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"Should've known you'd have a solution," Spike said, rubbing his cheek against Wesley's shoulder.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Wesley stroked his hand over Spike's skin. "None of it means anything, you know," he said softly. "You're what matters. I think I could get through anything as long as I had you. It makes me wonder how I... managed, before." Badly, for the most part.