Spike kissed him, not even hesitating to, unable to help himself. When he was younger, he had a few dreams about this kind of thing. Only he had written an epic poem worthy of making Nicolas take his virginity but given he didn't write poetry any more and definitely didn't have his virginity, it was just nice to know he was still loved. Close enough to his fantasy anyway. He smiled as he pulled face, stroking Nicolas's cheek before he reached out to grip his shoulder.

"You look tired. Let's get to bed, shall we?" Oh, wait, that came out very wrong. "I mean to sleep, not to shag. Not tonight."