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Hmm...maybe I should just stick to these.
Xander stared at the fire blazing in the hearth. The room around him was dark, save for the steady flicker and sway of the firelight. The soft chenille blanket wrapped around his legs captured and intensified the warmth of the fire on this December evening.
Somewhere in the old house, a clock chimed twelve times.
Xander’s gaze swept from the fire to the man asleep in his arms, blonde head laying gently on his chest. He sifted the down of Spike’s hair through his fingers. He leaned down and placed a kiss upon the cool forehead.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
Xander stared at the fire blazing in the hearth. The room around him was dark, save for the steady flicker and sway of the firelight. The soft chenille blanket wrapped around his legs captured and intensified the warmth of the fire on this December evening.
Somewhere in the old house, a clock chimed twelve times.
Xander’s gaze swept from the fire to the man asleep in his arms, blonde head laying gently on his chest. He sifted the down of Spike’s hair through his fingers. He leaned down and placed a kiss upon the cool forehead.
“Thank you,” he whispered.