"If you were going to do that..." Wesley said, stretching a bit, then sliding onto his side, slippery skin across skin, so that he could kiss Spike. The position and the water made it so that there wasn't too much pressure on his scar, and when he pressed his lips to Spike's, he couldn't help but think that this was utterly decadent.
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Date: 2004-12-08 09:30 pm (UTC)