"I bloody well hope not," Spike said, still smiling. "That was one of the most mind-blowing experiences of my life, love. But I've got to move before I collapse on you." He reluctantly pulled away and lowered himself onto his side next to Wesley with a muted groan of relief at being able to relax. The bite mark on Wesley's throat was still slowly oozing blood, and he looked at it with a combination of wonder and sadness.
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Date: 2004-11-28 04:29 pm (UTC)