[His eyes fly open wide, and he glances over at the door to see if that budged it. They couldn't really be serious about this seven minutes thing, could they? Could they? Spike lifted his hands then let them drop, lifted his hands, let them drop... On the third try, he pressed his fingers into Dracula's chest and kissed back. If they had to do this, he was sure as hell going to do it right.]
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