Though his eyes were closed, Spike wasn't asleep. He'd been awake for a while, actually, but there was no point in getting out of bed before the sun went down. So he just stayed where he was and waited for Riley. When the man finally joined him, Spike slipped an arm around him, tangling his fingers in Riley's hair, his eyelids flickering but staying shut. "Long as you promise not to do that 'I'm the king of the world' bit." He rolled onto his side to get closer, pressing his nose to Riley's skin and inhaling deeply. "You smell good," he muttered, his lips brushing over salt-tinged flesh as he spoke. "Like the ocean." And blood, of course, but that part went without saying.