New beginnings.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Continued from here.

New York City, 5 weeks later...

Wesley was sitting in a patch of sunshine on a small rug in the living room of their new apartment and sorting through a box of assorted things, none of which appeared to have any relation to the others. It was as if the moving crew that had ended up doing nearly all of their packing for them had walked randomly through the old flat, choosing one or two things from each room. He was now trying to sort them into piles based on where they ought to end up. Without looking, he reached into the box again, this time bringing out a handful of take-away menus that were clearly going to be of no use in New York.

"Were the movers completely mad?" he called to Spike.

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[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"Then you deserve a break after getting so much done." Spike reached out for Wesley's hand to lead him to the couch, currently his second favorite place in the apartment after the bed. "I'll join you."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"It's going to take us weeks to unpack, isn't it," Wesley said, going along willingly all the same.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"There's no hurry. We've got the bed, the TV, and the stereo. What else do we need?" There was a bright patch of sunlight on the floor just in front of the couch, and Spike couldn't help but brace himself he stepped into it.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Wesley felt that hesitation, and he reached out with his other hand to grasp Spike's upper arm gently, stopping him. "Wait," he said. "Just... wait. Here."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike stopped, although goosebumps were rising on his skin. "Wait for what?" he asked.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"I want to kiss you," Wesley said. "Here. If that's all right?" His voice was gentle, his touch soothing.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"Like I'm going to say no." Even if the sunlight had been burning him, Spike would've stayed in it for the chance to kiss Wesley; every little touch had become even more important after so many weeks filled with pain at the slightest wrong movement. Still, Spike stood a bit stiffly, both enchanted and mildly alarmed by the heat of the sun on his skin. "You don't want to sit?"

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"I do," Wesley said, moving in closer, watching Spike's face as they both felt the mild heat of the sun warming them. "But first I want to kiss you."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike very carefully slipped his hand around Wesley's waist, barely touching him. "I'm all yours," he said softly. The light was making Wesley's eyes sparkle with a blue Spike had never seen before.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Wesley leaned in and kissed Spike slowly, a gentle movement of his lips over Spike's, although truth be told he was tired of being quite so gentle and careful all the time. He slid his hand up to the back of Spike's neck so that the kiss wouldn't end too soon.