John Paul

Having Spike in my arms, holding me, kissing me, wanting me, it made me feel alive.

His kiss was strong yet gentle. He knew how afraid I had been, I still was, and he didn't try to rush me.

For the first time in so long I began to feel whole again.

I knew you that were watching us. Even before I looked over to you I knew.

I could feel your eyes, your gaze.

And as your eyes met mine I knew that things between us were far from over.

I knew that we still had more to say.

Craig

I held my breath when I saw you with him. The way you held him so tightly as if he was your reason for living.

I didn't want to look, but I couldn't look away. Just like I couldn't stop the terrible gnawing pain in my chest.

As you kissed him my mind took me back to that moment when I felt your lips against mine. When, for a second in time you held me that way, kissed me that way.

A voice in my head screamed out "It should be me", but the voice was wrong, it had to be wrong.

Then your eyes met mine and I knew that things between us were far from over.

We still had more to do.

Spike

Your kiss seemed timid at first, afraid to really let go, perhaps afraid of being hurt.

I knew there were things you hadn't told me, couldn't tell me, at least not yet.

But as I held you close I knew that we had all the time we needed to really discover each other.

Even before you broke away from my kiss I felt you tense as if you knew someone was there.

And he was.

Just watching us silent as a ghost, haunting you.

I could see from your look that he was one of the things you couldn't tell me about. That whatever was between you wasn't over.

I knew that one day I would have to fight to keep you.