Wesley managed not to stumble too badly as they went, although it required him focusing more on what his feet were doing than he would have liked.

The light was still on in the bedroom, the closet door still open, the bedclothes rumpled as he never made more than a token effort to pull them up in the mornings. They paused at the side of the bed, and when the next kiss broke Wesley reached for the bottom edges of Spike's t-shirt, wanting it off of him, needing to see Spike's pale skin and feel it under his hands again.