Spike was happily distracted from his mission for a few minutes more, but he wasn't satisfied with how Wesley's clothes restricted where Spike could touch him. "Think we can manage it without magic," he said between kisses, sliding his left hand out from beneath Wesley's clothing to start unbuttoning his outer shirt.
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Date: 2004-01-16 02:29 am (UTC)