Dropping off, again.

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Wesley shook his head and curled his fingers into Spike's shirt again. "No, I want to stay like this. With you."

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[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"Don't suppose I could get you to agree to you spending more time translating at home by that fire you were talking about and leaving the fighting demons in alleys to me?" Spike asked. He was mostly joking.

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Wesley smiled wearily. "Some more time, probably. Not all."

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Spike squeezed Wesley's hand and let it go. "I'll take 'some.' Not that I don't want you at my back in a fight, but I could do without the part where you're lying bleeding on the ground." He managed to catch himself before he said 'bleeding to death,' which was certainly truthful but also more likely to upset Wesley with how close a call it had been.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"I'd rather like to skip this part again, myself," Wesley said. He was beginning to feel detached from his body, and at that point, that was just fine with him.

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Spike leaned his head on the mattress. "Then in this future you're planning, write in no more of you being hurt. Takes away from the fun we could have in front of the fire."

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Wesley stroked Spike's hair gently. "I don't have a pen. You'll have to remind me. When I'm not so high." He giggled.