Whenever Nicolas got that close, Spike felt his stomach flutter away excitedly. He could smell the cigarettes on his breath and he could feel the warmth radiating from him. All he wanted to do was lean in and kiss him but he didn't fancy being rejected and trying to get home safely without upsetting the vampires. "I won't tell him, scouts honour. I don't tell the bastard much if I'm honest, I didn't even bother to tell him about tonight. He'd just worry and I don't fancy dealing with that."

Giles would have wanted to tag along and keep him safe and all Spike wanted was, well, Nicolas. Nicolas alone and all to himself. It felt nice.

"S'all right, we can kill the time." Spike pulled himself up onto a grave and balanced on it carefully so he could sit there, pulling out his pack of cigarettes and putting one in his mouth, offering the others out to Nicki. "So how many vamps have you dusted?"