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And here I go again! I got feedback last time. When I get feedback, you can never get rid of me.

Title: Coming Out To Play
Pairing: Giles/Spike (cheers Becky)
Rating: A small, open-minded child could read it.

The sun set, and I pace up and down the living room, hands pocketed, just waiting. Should I wake him up? Whisper to him that it was nighttime, that I wanted him. But no, I trusted him to be on time, he always is. A creak of a door sounds, solidifying that theory, and I turn to look at him, smiling. He had the decency to put on jeans, at least, brittle bleached hair uncombed.

“Waiting for me, Rupert?” he asks, voice rough from sleep. I smile, and tug him a little closer.

“Always,” I murmured, before kissing him gently.