(hoping nobody minds if I quote. I can unquote, if preferred. See? " " )
zortified: Spike, Xander. Naked.
squashed: Mmmm, good thoughts
zortified: Hm. Or I could take a nap.
squashed: This would be my vote. I'd take one myself if there weren't pint sized awakey kids around.
zortified: Maybe Spike and Xander could take naked naps for us?
squashed: Well... I can think of a lot better things I'd like to watch 'em doing than nap, if they're naked...
mpoetess: Ya think? Cos I can just see them, stretched out on the bed. They're worn out from an exhausting couple of hours of...playing chess. Xander's sprawled face down over the blankets, just utterly wiped out, his hair damp, body still sheened with sweat because, well, shower? Maybe later, when every muscle he owns isn't melted into a puddle of warm puddle-y stuff. Spike's curled up at his side, kind of leaning into him, one leg thrown over Xander's right thigh, and his hand on that bare, round ass. Not even awake enough to do more than stroke it a little, and listen to Xander murmur in his sleep. The other arm pinned underneath Xander's stomach, because he rolled over on it in his sleep, but Spike doesn't care. It's warm, and he's sleepy, and he can rest his head against the back of his lover's arm and just float, drifting away in a soft, Xander-filled sea.
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