He kept thinking about what Xander had said. That they were going home. That there was help for him. Real help. He wasn't sure this was the fairest thing to do to Xander. "Oh, that's beautiful." "Is it?" He tried hard to see details. "Yes. You are." Xander's words sank in and his chin ducked, his cheeks heating. Xander chuckled, fingers sliding across his cheek. "Are you having a good day?" He nuzzled Xander's hand -- that touch was addictive. "I'm having a fantastic day. My lover's coming home with me. And in the meantime, we have two more days." Xander chuckled and tweaked one of his nipples. "Not to mention the nipple rings going in tonight." "Shh." He wasn't thinking about those, or the tattoo. Much. "No, I won't hush." Xander kissed his nose. "In fact, I came down to bring you back to the cottage. The piercer's going to be here any minute." "Is it already time?" Sometimes it was like the world was moving around him.
