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Aw, aren't they cute when they're all sleepy and sated?

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"We can do that." Spike hooked the sheet with his foot and pulled it up over them, although even the small amount of Wesley's blood running through him made him almost jumpy with energy despite the lethargy springing from his orgasm. Still, he had no desire at all to move away, and having a sleepy Wesley in his arms was a welcome thought. He settled in, trying to make Wesley comfortable, and rested his face in his hair. "You're sure you're all right, love?" he asked.

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"Mm, yes, fine. Just a bit tired." Wesley smiled even though Spike couldn't see it. "More exercise than I've had in some time."

"I'd say I'm sorry about wearing you out, but I wouldn't want to lie to you." Spike pressed a gentle kiss to Wesley's hair. "I'm not sorry at all."

"Neither am I." Wesley was warm and comfortable, and couldn't imagine wanting to be anywhere other than where he was. "Will we get up later and do some more unpacking? Or shall we just forget about it altogether and only unpack boxes when we need something?"

"We can unpack," Spike said, closing his eyes and breathing in the comforting smells of sweat, sex, and blood. "I think we'd both like this place to feel less like a warehouse and more like a home."

Wesley nodded. "But we don't have to do it all at once." It felt odd, arguing on the side of the equation that Spike would normally be on.

Spike kissed Wesley's head again. "Right. There's no rush. We'll do whatever you want. Could go out tonight and get some use out of that movie rental membership I talked you into."

"And lie about on the sofa some more?" Wesley asked hopefully, lifting his head to look at Spike.

"I like how you think," Spike said, smiling. "You're getting the hang of relaxing, aren't you? Or is it just part of your recovery?"

"I suspect it's more that I'll shamelessly use any opportunity to be close to you," Wesley said.

Delighted, Spike smiled even more warmly. "Lying about together on the sofa it is. You need to recover from all your exercise, anyway."

"And I think we'll need pizza," Wesley said. "From the place the other night? The one that did spinach."

"Why you think spinach goes on pizza I'll never know," Spike said with a little shake of his head. "Next you're going to tell me you want alfalfa sprouts on everything, and we'll be heading back to California."

"I like spinach," Wesley protested, somewhat embarrassed about it.

"You can have all of it, then," Spike replied, "and we'll get a pepperoni and onion one for me. That's a real pizza."

"Fine. You can eat your 'real' pizza, and I'll eat my imaginary spinach one," Wesley said, smiling now.

"It'd better not be imaginary. You need to keep your strength up." Spike slid his hand along Wesley's side. "Especially now we can take advantage of it."

Wesley arched his body slightly into Spike's touch. "Mm. Oh, believe me, I intend to do everything in my power to take care of myself, if this is my reward."

Spike raised his eyebrow. "You weren't already? I knew you've been sneaking around moving boxes behind my back."

"That's not what I meant," Wesley said. "But I did move one box when you were out the other day, so consider your suspicion justified."

Spike's eyes narrowed. "That's it. From now on, I'm staying with you, no matter how much you want wonton soup."

"Eventually, you'll have to let me move boxes again," Wesley said. "Especially if we don't unpack. We could use them for furniture, I suppose."

"I'll be the one moving the furniture, too." Spike continued more gently, "You've got me to do all that for you, love. You might as well let me. Save your energy for more important things."

"I'll sit on the couch and bark orders, then, shall I?" Wesley asked, twisting his lips into a half-smile to show that he was joking.

"Now you're getting it," Spike said with a grin.

"I know this hasn't been easy," Wesley said. He brushed gentle fingers over the back of Spike's neck, looking at him seriously.

"No." Spike's agreement was soft. He wanted to deflect the conversation, make light of the topic, but he lost his words while he was caught in Wesley's gaze.

"I'm going to make it up to you," Wesley promised. "I'm not sure how, but I am."

Spike cupped the side of Wesley's face with a slightly trembling hand. "You're here. You already have."

Wesley smiled a bit shakily. "I can't even begin to tell you how lucky I feel, to be here. With you."

"You're lucky to be anywhere at all." Spike tried to keep the tone of his voice light, but he doubted that he'd be able to forget that truth any time soon. "But you don't have anything to make up to me."

"But you've been so... I couldn't have imagined anyone being so wonderful. Truly." Wesley leaned in and kissed Spike.

Spike was about to pull back and not let Wesley's lips touch his when he remembered that the blood in his mouth was Wesley's own and thereby wasn't likely to hurt him. He returned the soft kiss, wrapping his arm around Wesley's waist again and holding him close. "I was just doing what I could to help," he said, a ripple of contentment running through him at Wesley's words.

"Well, I know I've been... resistant, at times. But I wouldn't want you to think that I didn't appreciate it, even when I found it irritating." Wesley immediately wondered if his words would upset Spike. "I love you for it."

'Irritating' banished some of that contentment, and Spike's smile faded a degree or two, but he replied, "You're impatient to be well. I know that. Better you be upset with me for what you think is coddling than hurting yourself doing something you shouldn't."

"No, it's not better," Wesley said, tracing Spike's collar bone with one fingertip. "Better would be me being less stubborn and just giving myself the time to heal, not being upset with you for being reasonable. I know that."

"You weren't wrong when you accused me of being overprotective," Spike said with what he hoped was an unconcerned little shrug, although the conversation was treading on delicate territory for his feelings. "I could've let you test your limits the way you wanted."

"No -- you had every right to be concerned, and I should have been more understanding." Wesley smiled. "In any case, we're nearly past all that now."

Not a minute too soon, Spike managed to keep from saying, though the sentiment was strong. It wasn't Wesley's fault he didn't have supernatural healing powers. "I'm trying to let you do what you want." He corrected himself. "Apart from moving boxes."

"I'll try to leave the rest of the box-moving to you," Wesley said. "We can do a few hours of work this afternoon and then have the evening for lounging."

"Wasn't there going to be a nap first?" Spike asked.

"Oh, I hope so," Wesley said, thinking that he'd be amazed if he could walk at this point. "Unless you were planning on carrying me to the sofa."

Spike slid closer, gently guiding Wesley's head to rest on his shoulder. "Maybe afterwards. I don't want to go anywhere right now."

"Good," Wesley murmured, settling himself into a comfortable position, his arm over Spike's chest.

Spike swallowed around a small lump in his throat at having Wesley so close and was reminded that he still had the taste of Wesley's blood in his mouth. He smiled and nuzzled against Wesley's temple. "How do you feel?" he asked softly. "You're not hurting? I wasn't as gentle with you the second time."

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