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Oct. 7th, 2005 04:57 pmThe room is surprisingly clean. Well, not spit-and-polish clean; he doesn't do that. But it's tidy and things are put away.
All the things are even cleaned up from under the bed. Even the dust balls.
In the middle of the room, past the foot of the bed, Spike stands and holds Beth close to him. His arms are wrapped around her and his head rests comfortably in the crook of her neck.
He just... wants to hold her. Eyes closed, he breathes in deeply. She smells like strawberries.
All the things are even cleaned up from under the bed. Even the dust balls.
In the middle of the room, past the foot of the bed, Spike stands and holds Beth close to him. His arms are wrapped around her and his head rests comfortably in the crook of her neck.
He just... wants to hold her. Eyes closed, he breathes in deeply. She smells like strawberries.
