Spike made a little sound of approval as he slid his tongue along Wesley's, a shiver going up his spine at the combination of roughness, wetness, and warmth. "Love you," he murmured between kisses, trying but not entirely succeeding in keeping his touch gentle.
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Date: 2004-11-24 02:53 pm (UTC)