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Author's Notes: Written with the most profound gratitude for lilbreck.
Wax
It’s been a long time since a full moon made her think of Oz, so long that she doesn’t even realize that she’s missing those memories of wolves and teeth and naked, unfaithful flesh. The moon is all about Spike now and the things they share: the lust that consumes them and the candles that burn down to pools of melted wax to mark the time they have together, the silk sheets and the satin smoothness of each other’s skin.
It hurts that it has to be kept to themselves, that they have to watch the others smile and hold hands with the ones they love while she must pretend to be lonely and he must pretend not to notice her, but when they’re together and the candles are burning, it doesn’t feel the least bit like shame or secrets. It doesn’t feel wrong at all.