'Looking forward to hearing you say it,' was forming on Spike's lips when Wesley's teeth scraped across skin and bone, and a strangled groan rose from his throat instead. His body felt electrified, tingling and tuned to every gentle and not-so-gentle touch, and he fought to keep still. He knew that there was a good chance that this wouldn't happen again once Wesley sobered up and went to work on his problem, and Spike wanted to enjoy every single minute of it. Then Wesley kissed where he had bitten, his breath blowing in a stream across damp, tender skin, and all thoughts beyond that moment were lost to Spike. "Wesley," he said hoarsely. "Please."
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Date: 2004-01-17 03:34 pm (UTC)