[ Meanwhile, Spike had no such qualms about following his instincts. Instead he reveled in them — not quite to the extent that Angelus had back in his glory days, but not far from it. In fact, compared to his blood-lust this could almost be considered tame. He was sweeter than most would expect from a demon such as him. A romantic at the core of his un-beating heart.
There's a low hum of approval as her hands sink down his body and when she breaks the kiss it melts into a smile. Surprisingly fond. ]