David Boreanaz (2)
Spike hummed quietly, thinking over Angelus’ idea. “I’m hungry too.” He agreed, twisting the gem he carried around his ring finger. “I think it would be fun. Whole different world in the daytime. Brand new selection.” He smiled a little more, turning his hand over idly.
Angelus smirked slightly at the answer, fingertips moving along Spike’s palm before he laced his fingers with his husband’s. “You’re not wrong,” he said. He shifted though, stretching out onto the bed close to him.