A Different Sort of Drug
Its warmth spread throughout his body, infiltrating every crevice
of his being until he felt he would burst with it. He brushed gentle
kisses against her hair, murmuring soft words of devotion as she slept,
her strong little hand resting against his unbeating heart. His eyes
drifted slowly closed, even as he fought to remain alert, to commit
every second to memory for all eternity. Spike surrendered to her
presence; her unique scent, the soothing rhythm of her heart, the
gentle sound of her breath, the warmth of her body and that which
he had craved throughout his existence. Love.
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