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Feeding on Dreams

In his dreams it’s different.

I love you

The smooth slide of sweat-slick, sun-browned skin against ice and marble. Ecstasy that is something real instead of just the outcome of thrust and motion.

I love you

Her voice is music when the words are sung-spoken with his arms around her and the air cool-quiet. Spike can touch her then – not just her flesh, but the heart beneath that has nothing to do with making blood move.

I love you

When he’s awake, it’s his voice wrapped around those words. Buffy says different.

You’re beneath me

From beneath you it devours.

The End.
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