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This is about as far as I got, so please bare with me. Also, this is my very first fic written, so reviews are gladly welcome.

Of course I don't own anything Buffy or Angel related.


Spike and Buffy were driving along on the very long and very boring interstate back to Sunnydale. Buffy was getting bored quickly and Spike’s music wasn't helping. They had been listening to the Sex Pistols the whole way up and now the whole way back. Buffy looked out her window at the boring scenery. She sighed.

"I really don't see why we have to go back. We could just stay back there and...live there." Buffy said. Spike smiled and looked over at her. "We can't stay and you know that, pet. It was just a little treat to get you off the Hellmouth. Plus your mum would chew my bloody ear off." Buffy sighed again. "Yea, maybe you’re right. Being the Slayer sucks!" Spike chuckled at that.

Buffy slouched in her seat and pouted. He couldn’t help, but just smile. He kept hearing her grumble things under her breath, about how being the Slayer we never fun and there’s no point if there’s no Hellmouth. “You are in a right mood, right you?” Spike asked, glancing over at her. She stuck her tongue out at him. He growled playfully at her. “Careful, luv, something might come along and bit that thing off.” She stuck her tongue back into her mouth and Spike just chuckled at her blushing cheeks.“You heard me, meany.” He frowned. “Pet, I told you why we had to go back. You think I’m happy to get back to Sunnyhell?” he asked. “Yes! That’s why you’re dragging me back with you.” She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest.

Two hours then past and the only thing that changed was the Slayer's pouty mood. Then, oddly enough, Faith's voice popped up in Buffy's head. If you're so bore, B. Why not spice things up a bit. Like say oh...boinking the undead while he's driving. Buffy smirked. While Spike kept his eyes on the road Buffy started to unbutton her shirt. She quickly pulled it off and dropped it on the floor at her feet. Then she quickly slipped out of her skirt while watching Spike the whole time. She grinned. Spike then raised his right hand off the wheel to scratch his head and that’s when Buffy made her move. Buffy hopped up on Spike’s lap and straddled him with her knees on either side of his hips. His eyes went wide as he looked at her.

“Slayer, what are you doing?” he asked. Buffy gave him a coy smile. “Trying to keep from being bored to death.” She said. He raised an eyebrow at that. “Are you going to keep me from being bored?” Before he could answer she ground her hot, wet core onto his obvious erection. He groaned and closed his eyes. “Ah, ah, ah!” She said. He opened his eyes. “Keep your eyes on the road.” “God, you’re going to kill me woman.” She grinned.

Spike moved his right hand to her neck and pushed her down to him to capture her lips in a searing kiss. Buffy gasped as he rubbed his erection against her and he slipped his tongue into her warm, sweet cave. Buffy used her tongue to fight him off and let her moans tickle his throat. Spike released her lips so she could breathe. She panted as she glazed at him. He smirked and used his right had to undo the clasp of her bra. He pulled it down her arms and threw it in the back seat. He was practically drooling as he looked at her bare breasts. “Let’s have a little more music for the mood.” Buffy said, turning up the volume on the Sex Pistols. The bass was so heavy she could feel it vibrate off her skin and Spike could too. He grinned. “One problem, luv.” Spike said. “What?” Buffy asked. “How am I gonna get to that sweet cunny of yours?” he asked. She gave him one of his famous smirks. “Let me handle that.” He grinned. He kissed her again and broke away shortly to trial kisses along her jaw line and down her neck to her breasts. Buffy pushed herself up so Spike could get better access to her breasts. He caught a nipple and sucked on it. He gave a causal glance to make sure he was in the road and no one was in front of him.

He smirked in his head. Knew there was a good reason to leave early in the morning. Spike thought. Buffy reached down between them and rubbed his erection through his pants. Spike groaned. She smirked. “Looks like someone’s ready.” Buffy said. He looked up at her and let go of her breast. “But is someone else?” he asked. He used his free to skim down Buffy’s stomach. He then reached between her legs felt her pussy lips. “Mmm, someone’s very wet ready.” Spike said. He pulled his fingers back and licked them. Buffy moaned. “Why is it that you do the sexist things?” Buffy asked. Spike smirked. “’Cause ‘m sexy.” He kissed her hungrily. “God, luv. I need you now.” Spike said. Buffy smirked. “Make sure you’re watching the road.” She said. He smirked. “Like that’s going to happen, kitten.” She grinned. Buffy looked down as she undid Spike’s pants.

When she finally got his pants unzipped, she reached in and pulled out his cold, hard cock. Spike hissed as she wrapped her warm little hands around him. “Fucking hell, pet.” He moaned. She grinned. Buffy made a show of pumping his shaft nice and slow. Spike’s eyes were getting ready to roll into the back of his when suddenly there was a loud blare of a car horn. Spike jumped and saw that he was on the wrong side of the road. He moved back over to his side. Spike panted a bit. “Bloody hell!” he said. Buffy giggled. “Told you to watch the road.” She said. He gave her a look. “Kinda hard, luv.” He said. “I’ve noticed.” Buffy said, giving him a squeeze.

“Bloody hell, woman! When are you going to stop teasing me?” he asked. “Are you going to watch the road?” she asked. “Yes.” She smirked. Buffy then slowly slipped down out of Spike’s lap. He looked down at her. She smirked as she looked at his cock in her hand. She leaned forward, just enough, and gave the head a quick lick. Spike growled at her. She laughed. Buffy leaned forward more and took him into her mouth. “Bloody…fucking hell!”




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