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"I want to drive again," Willow smiled cheerily.
"I told you, luv, it's best if I do the driving until we get to Los Angeles," he explained in an exasperated tone. "Come to think of it, I should do all the driving after we get there too."
"How come?" The redhead pouted.
"Because I don't fancy having to lose the cops again," he continued.
"They tend to have this thing about catching you when you run over several
innocent people." He raised a scolding brow at her before chuckling
at the memory.
"Yeah, but it was so worth watching their shocked little heads pop and
splatter," she giggled mischievously. He glanced at her with a grin, he
knew
he had stayed in Sunnyhell for a reason, this was his reward. The rest
of his unlife would be pretty sweet, he was sure of it. He brought her
hand to
his cold lips and placed a gentle kiss on her knuckles. Then he drew
one of her delicate fingers into his mouth and suckled it tenderly.
"Mmm, wanna pull over?" she suggested coyly, trailing a crimson painted nail over her exposed cleavage in a wanton manner.
"Can't luv," he declined, as much as it pained him to do so. "We've got to get to the hotel as soon as possible." God, how much he wanted to pull over. "Before they find out anything."
"Whatever," she sighed in boredom and pulled her hand from him, tucking a red strand behind her ear. Spike pursed his lips, her moods were becoming erratic, she was growing restless. He wanted to execute the plan just as much as she did, but he couldn't bloody well speed up time. Although he felt like proposing the fact that *she* could probably alter time, he thought it best not to disobey her silence.
He stole a glance to her. Her face was resting against the window and she was staring out of it, her mind elsewhere. He knew what she was doing, she was going over their plan, step by beautiful step. Calculating every trick and turn and everything that could possibly go wrong. She was cunning and resourceful and powerful. Clearly she was his better half, his perfect complement.
"Are we there yet?" came a familiar whine from the back seat. Spike could feel his lover roll her brilliantly green eyes.
"Has the car stopped? Are we attempting to exit the vehicle?" Willow's inquiry was ridden with blatant sarcasm. She craned her neck to the back and glared. "When we get there I'll let you know. Oh we can make a game out of it!" She smiled playfully. "The moment we arrive I'll give you the special signal!"
"Special signal?" came the small voice curiously.
"Uh huh," Willow affirmed still smiling sweetly. "The moment we arrive
I'll signal you by climbing back there and ripping off all of your limbs!"
By the
time she got to the end of the sentence she dropped the innocent façade
and resumed full glare mode. She turned back to face the front in a more
composed demeanor.
"But I'm hungry." it whimpered.
"Well we can always adjust the signal," the witch muttered. "I'll rip out your stomach instead."
Spike clenched his jaw, those two had been bickering the whole car ride and he was nearing the end of his tether.
"The sun'll be down soon and then we can pull over at the next rest
stop." The vampire offered. "We'll find you someone to eat there, alright
little
bit?"