Spike no longer trusts words. He knows how they can be twisted to deceive, to protect, to harm. After one hundred years, he has learned not to believe in them and to watch actions instead.

Do his eyes come alive when he sees me?

Does he flinch when I touch him?

Does his gaze linger on me when we are across the room?

Does he give himself over to me, willing to be totally powerless and defenseless in my arms?

"Dare," Xander says.

Spike is pleased, dismissing the flighty promises of words and searching out the truth with his hands.

~end~

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