Summer had always been Xander's favorite season. It was high on free time and low on apocalypses.

Winter, on the other hand, was a downer. It meant homework, demons, and the nightmare that was Christmas.

With Spike, though, winter was different. As the cold set in, Spike became a limpet, sticking to him every minute they were together. He curled up against Xander while watching television, slid his arms around him while Xander made dinner, and draped himself over him when they slid into their chilly bed.

Now winter meant more of Spike, and Xander had a new favorite season.

~end~