A moment comes when the choices are jarringly clear: Door number one, door number two. For that one crazy moment, he's uncertain how to decide- dizzying rush of freedom I could really as the scenario slides from dream to reality. He sees briefly what the future would become if he took that single step into the innuendo, ending with cool kisses and hard flesh in the empty alley, or maybe somewhere far sweeter, beyond-
And then it's gone, and if Spike looks a little disappointed on the walk back from the Bronze, Xander's repressing enough to pretend not to notice.
((A/N: Written at 1:30 a.m., sleep deprevation is my muse.C+C is loved in any form.))