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Continued from here.
He'd wanted to go watch the telly. Maybe snoop around a bit, just to keep his hand in. But that would mean disturbing the touseled head resting against him, or the body that curled over his own.
It wouldn't be so bad to sleep, would it? Yeah, he hadn't been up that long, but--Spike yawned, repositioning himself. Xander whined in protest, melting back as soon as Spike settled.
Yeah. Sleep sounded good.
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Witch-fire. That's what was surrounding him, witch-fire the color of rich earth, vibrant with laughter and joy. A wicked mouth teased over his skin, promising the best kind of presents without words. Skin warm and soft gleamed in candle light, patterns worked into the skin casting deeper shadows and reflections. His mouth watering with the need to taste it. To see if it would be salt or cream or something ever better.
Spike moaned in his sleep.