I've always secretly wanted to write this scene with as much smush and/or shock as I can possibly work in - I think this is the smush angle :D. Possibly inspired by TruffleMouse (this would be reremouse and savoy truffle... I might post on but I don't read here) and the fic "And let god do the rest" I'm sure you can find it if you google, if not... It's on Livejournal under Trufflemouse - it was amazing, you should read it, the thirteenth chapter made me say "Finally! Someone brings that up!"
Possibly I'll write this scene in context one day - wouldn't that be nice? But for now... more smush, commin' atcha.
Xander stood in the lobby of the New Watcher's Council in shock, fingers pressed lightly over his mouth to stop… something from emerging. But they don't stay there long. "Spike…" it's a rasp.
"Hello, love."
"I… what?" His vampire moved closer, invading his personal space if he'd had such concepts where Spike was concerned, and hesitated. "How?"
The cool white vampire hands that had been fluttering aimlessly settled, cupping themselves around his face and Xander leaned into the touch, desperate for it not to be another dream. "You're still wearing a patch…?"
"Glass eyes… too easy to magic, there was an incident… Spike?"
"Yes, love?"
"You're here."
"I am." He tugged Xander into a hug then, quite a feat these days, kissed forehead, cheeks, and chin, brushed the lightest and sweetest touch over Xander's mouth which gasped open to receive it.
"Are you staying?"
"As long as you want me."