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verucasalt123Wesley looked down at his lover, still and quiet as he’d always be until the sun started to set. He took a moment to admire the sharp lines of Spike’s body before he got up to make himself a cup of tea.
When the kettle started its whistle, he immediately removed it from the stove.
He let the leaves steep in the water as he busied himself with his next task.
A few minutes passed before he returned to the bedroom holding another hot mug, Spike now waking and stretching, looking up hopefully.
“Coffee?” Spike asked.
“Of course, my love.”
When the kettle started its whistle, he immediately removed it from the stove.
He let the leaves steep in the water as he busied himself with his next task.
A few minutes passed before he returned to the bedroom holding another hot mug, Spike now waking and stretching, looking up hopefully.
“Coffee?” Spike asked.
“Of course, my love.”
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