VEGAS VACATION (1/?)
 

Buffy sighed as she leaned against the wall. She looked around the room
at the other four teens. "I'm so bored."
 

"Me too" Anya said, making a face.
 

"Maybe we could go to the beach?" Xander suggested.
 

"Been there, done that" Willow said, sighing loudly.
 

"Boring" Buffy added.
 

Riley thought about it. They were in the second week of summer break.
Sunnydale night life was dead, no pun intended. Besides that, they
couldn't think of anything to do. "We could drive upstate..go camping or
something."
 

"Bugs? Sleeping outside? I think not" Buffy said.
 

"That was worse than the beach idea" Anya added.
 

"Fine. Then you girls decide since all of our ideas seem to suck" Xander
said, rolling his eyes.
 

"Something new and different" Buffy said.
 

"I could use some excitement" Willow added softly. The last exciting
thing to happen to her was dating Oz back in high school her junior
year. The last two years since then had been spent helping defeat demons
and such. Boring. That was her life.
 

"We could ALL use some excitement" Anya said. She suddenly straightened,
a gleam in her eyes. "I got it!"
 

"What?" Buffy asked, rolling her head slightly and looking at the girl
without really moving.
 

"Vegas. We can go to Vegas. There is always something exciting there."
Anya said, remembering all the movies and television shows she had seen
about the city.
 

"Bright lights" Willow said, smiling slightly.
 

"Fun" Buffy said, nodding. "We can to Las Vegas."
 

"Ahem" Giles cleared his throat to gain their attention. "There is no
way I am allowing you five to go to the city of sin unattended."
 

"A chaperone?" Riley said, making a face. "I'm twenty one."
 

"Exactly. And the others are nineteen. Glad you see my point." Giles
said, his expression one that wasn't going to be deterred.
 

"Would you like to go?" Willow asked. Somehow seeing Las Vegas didn't
sound as exciting and fun with Giles going.
 

"Good lord no" Giles said, "You can take Spike."
 

"Bloody hell they can!" Spike said, glaring at the entire group. "I'm
not a babysitter."
 

"Spike, you are the only person I can trust with the welfare of the
children" Giles said "Besides, you like your place here...free food and
such. Take the damn kids to Vegas to get them to shut up and leave me in
peace!"
 

Spike frowned, looking back at the five kids. "I don't want to."
 

Buffy shook her head, "We are not going on a road trip with Blondie."
 

"Then, you don't go. I'm sure your parents would rest assured if an
adult was going with you.." Giles said, playing his trump card.
 

"Parents? What are those?" Willow asked, making a face. She glanced at
Spike and saw the anger radiating from his lean body. She couldn't
control the longing she felt as she looked at him. He always made her
feel like a puddle of jello.
 

"Spike going is cool" Buffy said, glaring at the blonde. "So, can I go?
A week break from slaying?"
 

"Spike?" Giles asked.
 

"Whatever" Spike cursed, kicking the couch.
 

"Yes, Buffy. You may all go enjoy yourselves...within reason. Spike and
I will discuss what is expected of you all" Giles added.
 

"Yes dad" Anya said, grinning at the man. In many ways, he was more of a
father to them then their own. Well, in her case, since she had no
parents, he was her father.
 

"You had better go get packed. I leave in an hour" Spike said, watching
them snap to attention. Maybe this whole guardian in charge thing was
pretty good after all. "so, watcher, they have to listen to me and do
what I say or they come home?"
 

"Exactly" Giles said.
 

Spike chuckled, "Oooh...I like this already. Vegas, here we come."

VEGAS VACATION (2/?)
 

Spike looked at the luggage with a frown. "That shit ain't gonna fit."
 

Willow looked at the car that Giles had rented for them and had to
agree. "He's right. There is barely going to be enough room up front for
the six of us. Some of this has to stay here."
 

"I have one small bag" Xander said, glancing pointedly at Buffy and
Anya's feet where several suitcased were piled.
 

"The froo froo stuff stays here" Spike decided, kicking the cases that
were filled with make up out of the way. "Should be enough room for
everything else."
 

"Excuse me? Who died and made you God? I am not going without my
makeup." Buffy said, shuddering visibly.
 

Spike beamed, "Guess you aren't going then, Slutty. Shucks. And here I
was looking forward to spending a week with your trampy ass."
 

"Spike" Buffy warned, her hand going to the stake in her bag.
 

"Buffy. Quit. I'd say you had three choices" Willow said.
 

"What?' Buffy asked, glaring at the redhead for stopping her from
killing Spike.
 

"One, leave the makeup. Two, stay home and don't go. Three, leave the
clothes." Willow said, ticking each choice on her fingers. "I'd say it
was down to clothes or makeup."
 

"You are suppose to be my best friend" Buffy whined.
 

"I am. BUT I want to go to Vegas. There isn't room for all that stuff.
Make a damn decision so we can get going." Willow said, tossing her
small bag into the car. She was glad she didn't believe in all that make
up garbage. Made packing light and easy.
 

"Can we walk around nude there?" Anya asked, looking between the case of
clothes and the case of make up.
 

Xander rolled his eyes and picked up her suitcase of clothes. "You could
but you'd get arrested. Pick out what you have to have from that case
and put it in here."
 

Buffy kneeled as Anya did. They began searching for their needed
moisterizers and make up. Each girl stuffed as much as they could in
their one case they could take. "There. Are you happy Mistress Willow?"
 

"No. We're still waiting and not driving" Willow said, smiling sweetly.
 

Buffy rolled her eyes. "Fine. We can go now. Why do I get the feeling
that between you and Spike this trip is not going to be that fun."
 

"Buffy, quit sulking. You're beautiful without all that paint" Riley
said. He glared at Spike as the vampire began making gagging faces and
dry heaving sounds.
 

"Let's get in and roll out' Xander said, opening the door.
 

"I have to be in back. I get car sick" Anya said, sliding in next to
Buffy. Riley took the other side of Buffy.
 

Willow got into the front seat, sliding into the middle. She caught her
breath as Xander sat in the car, pushing her even closer to Spike. Her
entire left side was touching him. He shifted the car into gear, his arm
brushing against her breast. She dragged in a breath, heat rushing
through her. Good grief. What had she done? Seven hours riding beside
Spike? His arm and leg touching hers the entire way? She was in hell.
That's what it was. Pure hell. She whimpered softly as he shifted, his
arm again brushing against her breast. Why hadn't she just stayed home?

VEGAS VACATION (3/?)
 

Spike gripped the steering wheel tighter. It had been five hours. Five
hours of listening to them all constantly talking and whining. Five
hours of sitting so close to Willow and not being able to touch. It
wasn't bloody fair, he decided. She smelled of vanilla and apples and a
scent that was completely original. He felt himself harden just smelling
her. He had noticed, to his satisfaction, that she was affected by him
too. Her breathing was ragged and he could smell her arousal. He glanced
out of the corner of his eyes, seeing her and the moron. She sure as
hell better not be turned on by that idiot. Nah, she was hardly touching
him. It was Spike she was next to like a second skin. He felt the foot
hit his seat again. Turning around he yelled, "If you don't settle down, I'm
stopping this car right now!"
 

Riley's face whitened and he said, "Sorry. This back seat is sort of
tight."
 

"Whatever" Spike said, moving back to drive.
 

"That is so stupid" Buffy said, looking at Anya. "I don't think he
should count."
 

"What? He was famous. He should count" Anya defended her choice.
 

"Honey, I don't think a comic from the middle ages can be considered
legit in the name game" Xander said.
 

"Whose rule is that?" Anya demanded.
 

"It's like accepted!" Buffy said. "You have to pick someone else. Xander
gave you Ricky Ricardo....it has to be someone from THIS century as in
the last one hundred years whose name starts with an O."
 

"I don't like this game" Anya said, glaring at them all. She heard
Xander snort and hit him across the back of his head. "It's not funny!"
 

"No hitting" Spike said through clenched teeth.
 

"Fuck you" Anya said. "I don't want to play anymore."
 

"Spoiled sport" Buffy taunted. "you're just losing!"
 

Anya smacked her arm. "Shut up. I don't lose."
 

"Do I have to come back there and make you stop?" Spike demanded.
 

Willow snickered. Spike was getting pissed. She could feel the tension
radiating from him. God, she wanted him. She cast another sneak look at
his profile, watching his tongue wet his lips as he changed lanes. She
sighed, the sound longing and filled with desire. He glanced at her, his
eyes suddenly knowing. She looked out the front, her face red.
 

"I'm bored" Buffy said, moving to adjust her position.
 

"Quit moving. You're taking all the room" Riley said, glaring at her.
 

"Are we there yet?' Xander asked.

VEGAS VACATION (4/?)
 

"Turn on the radio" Buffy whined.
 

"No" Spike said simply.
 

Buffy stuck her tongue out at his back. "I saw that!" he said, glaring
back at her.
 

"I don't care, mr grumpy butt" she said, leaning against Riley.
 

"Damn...how far is this place?" Anya asked.
 

"Another hour" Spike said, counting down the seconds. He had already
decided that he was either going to trade this car in for a minivan in
Vegas or he was flying back to Sunnydale. There was no way he was going
to drive back with them again.
 

"An hour?" Xander said, stretching in his seat. "Can we stop soon? I
have to go to the bathroom."
 

"Me too" Buffy piped in.
 

"Me three" Anya said.
 

"I thought I told you all to go when we stopped back there for gas?"
Spike said, wishing he could hit them all. Damn implant. Only Willow was
quiet. She was leaning her head against his lap, unknown to her. She had
fallen asleep and had been leaning against his shoulder which had
hindered his driving. So, he had had Xander place her head in his lap.
Not a very good idea when he was wearing tight jeans and even the
slightest touch from her set him on fire. He was a glutton for
punishment.
 

"We did" Buffy said, "But then we bought those sodas."
 

Spike groaned, "I am so glad I was never cursed with children!"
 

"I bet they're relieved too" Anya said, glaring at the back of his
blonde head. He was mean.
 

"If you don't want to have to piss your pants, you'd better be nice to
the driver" Spike warned, his left hand running through Willow's hair.
It was so soft. He heard her sigh in her sleep and move closer to his
stomach. He let his hand drift over her face, running his thumb along
her lips. He hardened instantly when her mouth opened slightly and her
tongue licked at his finger. He glanced down and saw that she was still
sleeping, her breathing even. She began to suck on his finger, moving
her head against his cock. The friction her action was causing was
making him tense. He suddenly pulled the car into a service station. He
hit the breaks, his hand gripping the steering wheel. "Get out and
piss."
 

"We need to wake Willow up. She may have to go since she was sleeping at
the other stop" Buffy said, glancing over the seat at her sleeping
friend. She noticed where Willow's head was and she then noticed the
rather prominant bulge in Spike's jeans. Wow, impressive, she thought.
Suddenly, she smiled. She had just had an idea. "Never mind. She'll
probably sleep the next hour anyway. She can stay here."
 

Spike let out a frustrated sigh as the four teens left the car and
headed inside. He looked down at Willow, his hand caressing her face. He
never had the chance to get this close to her. He was taking advantage
of it. In fact, that had been the main reason he had agreed to this
whole trip. He wanted her. Had for the last six months or so. He enjoyed
being around her. His eyes softened as she moaned in her sleep, her legs
moving on the seat. He had no idea how she had gotten herself into such
a strange position and he knew her back would probably kill her when she
woke up. He continued touching her face as he waited for the others.
 

Buffy cornered them all outside the restrooms. "I have a plan."
 

"Are we going to like this plan?' Riley asked.
 

She smiled, "I figured out how we can distract Spike and Willow so that
we can have some real fun in Vegas...."

VEGAS VACATION (5/?)
 

Spike stopped the car in front of a smaller motel. It looked clean
enough and he knew the price would fit in their budet. He glanced out
the tinted windows and then looked at Buffy. "Get me a seperate room" he
said frowning, tossing her his credit card. "Preferable on the other
side of the motel from you all."
 

Buffy climbed out of the car. They were in Vegas. She smiled, glancing
at her sleeping friend. She knew about Willow's crush on Spike. Hell,
she'd have to be blind not to notice. She knew her friend would kill
her, but in the end maybe she'd thank her. She went inside the lobby,
smiling her brightest smile at the clerk. "Hey there. We need three
rooms. Singles please with king size beds."
 

'Let's see what I got" the clerk said, looking through the listings.
"Ok. I can do that. Cash or credit? How long will you kids be staying?"
 

"Credit and make it for a week." Buffy said. She then glanced to make
sure Spike was still in the car. "And, we have a favor. You see,"
 

"We have these two friends that are made for each other but they're too
stubborn to see it." Xander said. Since Buffy had explained her idea, he
had watched Spike and how he touched Willow. He knew she was right. They
could set those two up plus get out from under the watchful eyes for the
week.
 

"So we want to make sure they think that there was only one room left
for the entire week" Anya said.
 

The clerk smiled. She nodded, "I gotcha. So, say, if we had a convention
coming in tomorrow and all the remainder of the rooms was booked up
until next weekend that would be a good thing?"
 

"Yes Ma'am. That would be perfect" Riley said charmingly.
 

"I'd assume then that you want one of these rooms on the edge of the
place. Say on the other side at the end?"
 

"That would be great" Buffy said, beaming.
 

"I think that can be arranged..all for the course of true love." the
woman said. She filled out the paperwork and made a note to tell her
husband about the matchmaking plan. Since she and Roger owned the small
place, it should be relatively easy to be convincing. "My name is Madge
if you need anything at all."
 

"Madge, you're an angel" Buffy said, taking the three keys.
 

"You just let me know if this plan works on your friends." Madge said,
smiling at the polite teens. "Enjoy your stay in Las Vegas."
 

"Oh, we will" Anya said.
 

"You can count on that" Xander said, walking back into the day's heat.
 

"Willow is going to kill you..and if she doesn't Spike will" Riley told
Buffy with a smile.
 

"If this works, they'll both be too happy to think about killing me.
Besides, they won't find out it was us." Buffy said. "Well, at least not
until it is too late."
 

Buffy slid into the car. She smiled at Spike as she handed over the key.
She saw Willow shoot out of Spike's lap, her friend's face flushed red
as she realized where she had been sleeping. "I got the rooms. Spike,
there was good news and some bad news.....we got you a room on the other
side far away from us BUT Willow is going to have to share with you.
They only had one left."
 

Spike heard Willow's gasp. He glared at the slayer. "Only one? There are
three cars here."
 

Buffy shrugged, "She said the other rooms are booked for some
convention. It was that one or nothing. Guess you could sleep in the
car, otherwise, you two are roomies for the next week...."
 

"Fuck" Spike and Willow both said at the same time.

VEGAS VACATION (6/?)
 

Willow opened the motel door, thankful at least that it was only a one
story place. She walked inside, her bag falling as she looked around the
room. What the fuck? She was pushed to the side as Spike came running
inside, his coat over his head to protect himself from the sun.
 

Spike let his coat fall back down, looking up. His face froze in a
comical look of surprise and distrust. "What the fuck is this?"
 

Willow looked at the huge heart shaped bed. It was almost as big as her
dorm room. She let her eyes wander over the large room. It was actually
two rooms put together, she noticed. She saw a whirlpool in the middle
of the floor. The entire place was done in pale colors with scarves and
drapes hanging around the room. She noticed a basket on the dresser and
looked closer, her face flushing. It was filled with body lotions,
condoms and massage oils. "I'm going to kill Buffy."
 

Spike looked towards her, a slight smile on his face. He had wanted to
seduce the redhead. What better place than here? It screamed out sex. He
noticed the condoms and started to laugh. "Good grief. This is the
bloody honeymoon suite!"
 

Willow looked at him, her eyes wide. "That explains it. My god...have
you ever seen such a tacky bed? It's huge. Why on earth would you need a
bed that big?"
 

Spike looked at her, his smile coming slowly. "Why do you think, pet?"
he whispered seductively.
 

Willow froze, awareness flashing in her eyes. She let her eyes drift
back to the bed, visions of Spike taking her in every way imaginable
going through her mind. She cleared her throat, feeling suddenly very
warm. She went to the air conditioner, turning it on high. "It's hot in
here."
 

Spike chuckled, his jeans tight against his cock as he smelled her
arousal. "I'm just getting warmed up, sweets."
 

Willow's eyes flew to his face. She saw the amusement in their blue
depths. He was playing with her. Damn stupid vampire. "I have to pee."
 

Spike watched her pass by and head into the bathroom. At her small gasp,
he could imagine what she saw. A large bathtub no doubt. This place was
for newlyweds that couldn't keep their hands off of each other. How was
he suppose to stay here with her for a week without giving into his
desires? He sat on the edge of the bed, groaning as he put his head in
his hands. The slayer was behind this. She had to be. He didn't know why
but it had to be that little bitch. He looked at Willow's bag and then
back at the bed. He smiled as he realized that there was only one bed.
They would have to sleep together. He decided then and there that before
the week was over, he was going to seduce Red.
 

"The bathroom is huge" Willow said, coming into the room. She saw him
laying on the large bed and gulped. She wished he was nude and waiting
for her. Her face flushed at the direction her thoughts were taking. Bad
Willow. This is real, not another fantasy. In real life, Spike doesn't
want you. Get that into that big head of yours. "Uh, there's only one
bed."
 

"We can share." Spike said, looking at her. He smiled, wicked promise in
his eyes, "I promise not to bite...unless you beg me too."
 

Willow licked her lips, fighting the urge to kneel and beg him to show
her the pleasure his eyes promised. "Quit flirting Spike. You don't
scare me."
 

Spike just laughed, "Baby, I'm nowhere near flirting yet."
 

"Do you want to go out with us tonight or are you doing the solo vampire
on the town thing?" Willow asked, ignoring his taunting. She wouldn't
give him the satisfaction of causing a reaction.
 

"I have to babysit you kids" he said glumly. "Had to promise the damn
watcher none of you would get hurt."
 

"Nice to know you care" Willow said lightly. She would ignore the pang
his words caused. He didn't want to be with them...with her. He was only
here because Giles had blackmailed him. She needed to remember that.
"I'm taking a shower before we go out."
 

"I'll see what channels they get on the telly" he said, reaching for the
remote. He tried not to watch the bits of lace he saw in her hands as
she found something to change into. He hit the power button and moans
filled the room. He and Willow both looked at the screen amazed. He
flipped the channel only to find another porn flick. "Fuck...it's all
they get."
 

"Shower" Willow said, racing to the bathroom as fast as she could
without actually running. Her mind was filled with visions of her and
Spike imitating the movie. She turned the water on, making sure it was
very cold. Only a week. She could do that...couldn't she?

VEGAS VACATION (7/?)
 

Willow shut the bathroom door and sighed. She took a few minutes to
collect herself as she walked over to the shower stall. The stall itself
was enormous. One shower head was on each side of the walls. Three
total. She turned them on, getting the water started. She quickly
stripped down and stepped underneath the spray.
 

She let the cold water cascade down her flesh. She closed her eyes, her
hands roaming her body. She was reminded of Spike's touch as the water
dripped over her skin. Would he feel like this? Cool but soothing? She
dragged her bottom lip into her mouth as her hands caressed her breasts.
She could feel him standing behind her, touching her. The cool water
became his fingers as they played over her skin in the way she knew they
would. She let her hand drift down over her flat stomach, her finger
brushing through her curls. She moaned softly as she moved the finger
against her clit.
 

She bit into her lip as she thrust two fingers inside herself. She
wished that they were Spike's, but for now this fantasy was enough. It
was all she had. She reached over with her free hand and turned the warm
water on. Soon, the coolness faded as warmth cascaded down her back. She
felt drops on her nipples, wondering if that was how Spike's mouth would
feel on her. Warm and wet as he suckled from her. She rubbed her thumb
over her clit, groaning as her knees began to feel weak.
 

Giving in to her desire, she sat on the floor of the enormous shower.
She laid down, her knees bent, as she continued to thrust two fingers
into her tight cunt. She ran her other hand over her breasts, twisting
the nipples as she imagined Spike would. She cried out softly as she
felt her muscles tighten. She moaned his name as her eyes remained
closed, her fantasy still having him as the one touching her.
 

She felt the warm water falling onto her stomach as she sat up, her eyes
dazed. Her breathing was ragged as she stood, her juices covering her
hand. She let the water clean her hand as she finished her shower as
quickly as she could. Her entire body flushed from the act she had just
performed. She was nineteen and that was the first orgasm she had ever
had. Spike had given it to her, in a way. She stopped the water as she
got out of the shower and began to get dressed.
 

Spike tucked his cock back into his pants. He licked his seed from his
fingers, still not believing what he had heard. She had brought herself
to orgasm while calling his name. He stood, making sure that he had not
dripped onto the bed. He ran a hand over his face, wondering how in the
hell he was suppose to face her without throwing her on the bed and
sinking deep into her....without being the one that actually did make
her cum.
 

He glanced outside and saw that dusk had hit. He needed a walk. A long
walk. He grabbed his duster and headed outside. He couldn't be in the
room when she came in smelling all clean with the scent of sex still on
her. He wouldn't be able to control himself. It was tough enough not to
bust the door open and take in the bloody shower. He was going to get
back at the damn slayer if she was the one that had done this to him.
There was only so much temptation a man could resist before giving in,
consequences be damned. He was fast approaching that point.

VEGAS VACATION (8/?)
 

Willow knocked on the door to Buffy's room, counting to twenty. She
pushed past her friend when Buffy opened the door. "I'm going to kill
him!"
 

Buffy exchanged an amused look with Riley before shutting the door and
facing Willow. "Him who?"
 

Willow paced as she spoke, "Who the hell do you think? Mr I'm a bad ass
vampire so I should get the bed. That's who!"
 

"Oh, Spike." Buffy said, sitting between RIley's legs and watching
Willow. "Trouble in paradise?"
 

Willow heard the amusement in Buffy's voice and glared at the fake
blonde. "This is your fault! I don't know how, but it has to be."
 

"Who? Me?" Buffy said, her eyes blinking innocently. She heard Riley
cough to cover up a laugh.
 

Willow sat down, groaning. "I want to go home."
 

Buffy's eyes widened in panic. "NO! It can't be that bad....My lord,
we've only been here two hours."
 

Willow looked at them, about to speak when the door opened and Xander
and Anya came in. "Hey dudes" Xander said, frowning at the look on
Willow's face.
 

"What's wrong with her?" Anya asked, moving to sit on the small table.
 

"I was about to find out" Buffy said, warning them with her eyes. "Seems
Spike is not a good roomie."
 

Xander snickered, "I could have told you that one. Hey, that hurt" he
glared at Anya and rubbed his arm.
 

"Will. What's so awful?" Riley asked, sounding concerned.
 

"I just hate this place" Willow said, a frown on her face.
 

Buffy rolled her eyes. "What the hell is wrong with it?"
 

"We got the honeymoon suite" Willow said, saying the last two words as
if they were cursed.
 

Buffy's eyes widened. She started to giggle, "The honeymoon suite?
You're joking right?"
 

"It's bigger than two rooms combined" Willow said, still speaking in a
desperate tone. "The bed is heart shaped and huge...there is a whirlpool
that is shaped like a champagne glass....the shower has three heads and
could fit two people easily....the television only plays cheap porn
flicks...AND there were condoms on the dresser!"
 

Anya hit Xander's arm. "Why didn't we get that room? It sounds lovely."
 

Buffy let out a breath. This was even better than she had thought. How
could they both ignore their attraction in such a setting? She made her
face look sympathetic. "I'm sorry Wills. That was the only room they had
left. I'm sure the week will be over before you know it."
 

"He wants the bed! There isn't a sofa or anything" Willow said,
irritation crossing her green eyes. "Some gentleman. Ha."
 

"Well, if the bed is so huge, I'm sure you two could share" Riley
suggested, hiding a smile. "You are both adults after all."
 

Willow thought about it a minute. She suddenly brightened, "I could
build a wall of jericho like in It Happened One Night."
 

"It huh?" Xander said, exchanging a puzzled look with Anya and Buffy.
Riley nodded in agreement.
 

"That would work." He said, smiling.
 

"Yeah...that's what I'll do. Thanks Riley." Willow beamed.
 

"My pleasure" he said, knowing the girl would cut his heart out if she
had any idea the part he was playing in this fiasco. For all their
sakes, he really hoped the attraction would kindle into flames.
 

"So, what are we doing tonight?" Willow asked, smiling sheepishly.
"Sorry about the rant...I was just pissed."
 

"Not a problem. I would be to if I had to share a room with Spike" Buffy
said, making a face.
 

"He isn't that bad" Willow automatically defended. "He's going to meet
us outside when we're ready. So, where are we going?"
 

"I want to see the Strip" Xander said.
 

"Bright lights...drinks and gambling" Buffy said, nodding. "Sounds fun.
Will, go get Spike and meet us at the car."
 

"Sure" Willow said, wondering how she would support a sheet between the
middle of the bed. Oh well, she could work on it.
 

"This is going too well" Buffy said as soon as Willow had left and
walked down the path. "Did you see the way she was reacting? Meltdown!"
 

"I can't believe they got condoms and a hot tub" Anya whined, taking
Xander's arm. "I want condoms too."
 

"Maybe she can give you theirs. Not like Spike needs to use them" Riley
said dryly. "Undead sperm can't do a lot of damage."
 

Xander made a face, "Scary visual place. I so do not want to think about
Wills and Spike involved in activities involving the non use of
condoms."
 

Buffy nodded in agreement. "I want them to get together, but I don't
want to think about it. Yuck!"
 

"I need a drink" Riley said, following the three teens outside.

VEGAS VACATION (9/?)
 

"You aren't going in there" Spike said, dismissing the notion.
 

"What?" Buffy said, looking at him in surprise.
 

"The watcher gave me the rules. No clubs or bars. Sorry." Spike said
with a grin that demonstrated he was anything but.
 

"That sucks" Xander said. "Come on Spike. Giles isn't around....we won't
tell."
 

Spike shook his head, "No can do. It would be on my conscience. I'd be
contributing to your delinquency and all that bullshit. I'm sure there
is some nice KID friendly place here somewhere. Maybe the zoo" he added
with a chuckle. He was loving this.
 

"This is not fair" Anya said, stamping her foot. She looked at the
bright neon on the club they wanted to go into.
 

"We could go anyway. You couldn't stop us" Buffy taunted Spike.
 

"Eh, right you are. But, then I'd be forced to go back to Sunnydale and
tell the daft watcher I failed...leaving you all here with no money and
no car....then he'd want to come chaperone you and I'd feel guilty for
letting the bloke down." Spike answered, a cocky grin on his face.
 

"We can go somewhere else" Willow said, glaring at Spike. She knew he
was deliberately being an asshole. "There are dozens of places along
here. Although they don't look as neat as this one...."
 

Spike let his eyes drift to Willow. He studied her face and saw the
slight disappointment in her eyes. He frowned, tossing his cigarette on
the ground and putting it out with his boot.
 

"Fine" Buffy said, glaring at Spike. Their first night here and he was
already reminding her why she hated him.
 

"Fuck. You can go in for a half hour" Spike said, pushing past them.
"Stay out of trouble." He was a poof. That's all there was to it. He
noticed Willow smile and groaned. He was worse than that...he was a
sappy poof. The worst kind of poof.
 

Buffy looked at Spike, "Are you trying to trick us?"
 

"Yeah man...are you planning on running away with the car or something?"
Xander asked, doubt in his eyes.
 

"Maybe setting us up so you can tell Mr Giles we disobeyed you" Riley
said.
 

"Damn it all to hell" Spike exclaimed, "I said go in to the fucking
club! Before I change my mind!"
 

Willow smiled at her friends, "Let's go before he makes us go watch the
damn tigers with Siegried and Roy."
 

Buffy noticed Spike's eyes on Willow's face and almost laughed. It was
already working! She was so smart. "You don't have to tell me twice."
 

Willow started to follow them. She turned to look at Spike, "Aren't you
coming?"
 

Spike smiled slightly, moving towards her. "Sure luv. Have to keep my
eyes on you..make sure none of you get into trouble."
 

"Thank you" she said softly, smiling as they moved towards the entrance
of the club. She was glad he had changed his mind. This place looked
cleaner and a bit nicer than most of the other clubs.
 

"It's nothing, pet" he said, his arm going around her waist as he led
her through the crowd of people to catch up to the others. He couldn't
help smiling at how right it felt to have her against him. Maybe this
damn trip wouldn't be so bad after all.

VEGAS VACATION (10/?)
 

Willow glanced at her friend and smiled. They were well on their way to
being drunk. She sipped on her soda, rolling her eyes as Xander
attempted yet again to dance.
 

"What the bloody hell is he doing?" Spike asked, leaning close to her
ear so that she could hear him.
 

"Dancing" she said, smiling as she turned to face Spike. She hadn't
realized how close he was. Their lips were almost touching. If she moved
forward just a bit...she turned, her face red. "Thanks for letting us
come in here."
 

Spike shook his head, cursing himself and his body's reaction to her.
"Whatever."
 

"Good grief...quit being so rude" Willow said, rolling her eyes at him.
"I mean, I know you're a bad ass master vampire. Doesn't mean you can't
take a compliment or a thank you, does it?"
 

Spike snorted, "Yeah, some bad ass with this damn chip in my head. I can
see you being this fucking nice if I was still normal."
 

Willow laughed sharply, "If you were still normal, we'd all be dead and
laying at your feet. Hard to be nice if I have no pulse."
 

"I was never going to kill you" Spike said, glancing at her. "Now the
others? Well, we'll talk once this thing comes out."
 

Willow smiled shyly, "You were going to turn me?"
 

"Fuck yeah. Why kill ya? That fire? It'd be a waste."
 

Willow started to respond, but thought better of it. She turned and
watched her friend's dancing to the soft sound. "They are so lucky."
 

"Yeah" Spike snorted, "Lucky they aren't dead yet."
 

"Wouldyouliketodance?" Willow asked, her face flaming as she looked at
the top of the table.
 

Spike smirked, "I don't dance, pet....but thanks for asking."
 

"Oh" Willow said, cursing herself for being stupid enough to think that
they were actually having a moment. He didn't like her. Why would he?
She was just Willow.
 

"You want more soda?" he asked, suddenly feeling like a heel.
 

"Whatever" she said softly, her eyes on the dance floor.
 

Spike went to the bar and refilled his beer as he got her another coke.
He froze as he walked back to the table. Some pretty boy was making her
laugh. He put the glasses down with a bang, his eyes buring into the kid
that dare flirt with his Willow.
 

"Spike, meet Todd. He's from Vegas." Willow said, "He wants to dance
with me."
 

Spike glared at her, then looked back at Todd. What sort of name was
Todd? It made him ill just thinking it. "She's already dancing with me,
bloke. Sorry. Move along."
 

"But...you don't dance" Willow said, watching the cute guy flee, his
eyes fearful of Spike.
 

"I do now" Spike said simply, taking her hand and dragging her to the
dance floor. He turned, her body fitting perfectly against his. Why the
hell did it have to be a damn slow song? She smelled so good, he
thought, resting his face on her shoulder. What was one dance?

VEGAS VACATION (11/?)
 

Willow shifted on the bed. The pillows that lay between her and Spike
were pushing into her back. She glared in his direction, wondering if he
was doing that deliberately. They had been in Las Vegas for two days.
She was already going crazy and they still had five days before they
were going back to Sunnydale.
 

She looked at the ceiling as she remembered the events of the last two
evenings. They had spent the remainder of Friday night dancing. She
hadn't wanted to leave his arms, but the club had closed so they had
been forced to leave. Of course, upon looking, Buffy and the others had
left sometime while they had been dancing. Spike had been royally pissed
off, knowing it was his ass that was staked if Giles found out. They had
gone back to their motel room to sleep.
 

It had been her idea to put the large pillows down the middle of the
bed. That way, there was no way she would embarass herself by
accidentally moving onto his side. She could just imagine waking up in
his arms. Knowing her luck, she'd drool on him or something equally
gross. So, the pillows became their wall of Jericho. Upon waking the
next day, they had spent the afternoon playing games and just talking.
He couldn't go out due to the sun and she felt guilty just leaving him
alone. So, she had turned down the others invitation to explore Hoover
Dam and the surrounding areas of Las Vegas.
 

It had been an amazing day, over all. She had found herself falling a
bit more in heavy like with him each passing hour. Like? Who was she
kidding. She was ass backwards in love with him. Did he acknowledge
that? No. He was a man. He was too stupid to see it, thankfully. No
mortification on that front. When Buffy and the others had returned,
safe from their day out with supervision, they had all gone to another
club. Again, she and Spike had gravitated towards each other, dancing
away the evening in each other's arms. And, again, Buffy and the gang
had taken off.
 

This time Spike had blamed her. Said that if she hadn't needed to be
entertained, he could have watched them like he was suppose to. She had
reacted badly, she realized now. He had been right. He felt sorry for
her. That was the only reason he had asked her to dance. He didn't even
like her. She shifted again on the bed, trying to forget their argument.
They had gone back to the motel, neither speaking at all. She had simply
gotten ready for bed and laid down, ignoring him. He had called her a
pest...an annoying thorn in his side. She took a deep breath as she
closed her eyes and tried to sleep. She wanted to go home...get drunk or
go home. Right now, either one sounded really good.
 

Spike glared at the ceiling. She wouldn't settle down. Damn silly chit.
Of course, he was to blame. He hated guilt. Even more, he hated feeling
guilty. He had gone off on her a few hours before. He was falling in
love with her and was scared to death. He wasn't suppose to love a
human...the slayer's best friend which was even worse. So, he had pushed
her away with words. It had worked. She wouldn't even speak to him,
which should be what he wanted.
 

But now, he wanted nothing more than to toss those damn pillows on the
floor and make love to her until she was hoarse from screaming his name.
He was a bloody sot, he decided, pushing the pillows away from him. The
bed was huge, but with those damn pillows taking up half the bed, it was
almost suffocating. He couldn't wait until this hell was over. He wanted
nothing more than to go back to his nice quiet crypt. Well, that or get
blind drunk. Only five more days, he repeated over and over until he
drifted off to sleep.

VEGAS VACATION (12/?)
 

Willow giggled as she took another sip of her drink. "This is so sweet."
 

Buffy exchanged a look with the others. "Willow, how much have you had
to drink?"
 

"Not enough" the redhead decided, taking another gulp of the alcohol.
 

"I think she's had a bit too much" Anya said dryly. "Always knew she'd
only last through one drink."
 

"What?" Willow asked, looking at them, her cheeks flushed and her eyes a
bit dazed.
 

"Lay off the drinks. You're drunk" Riley said.
 

"I'm not drunk" Willow said. She looked at Spike. "Am I drunk?"
 

Spike looked up blearily from his beer. "Not at all, luv. Neither of you
are."
 

"See? Spike says I'm not drunk." Willow said, sticking her tongue out at
Buffy. "You worry too much."
 

Buffy snorted, "Just remember tomorrow that I warned you....you are
going to be so hungover."
 

Xander glanced up as yet another married couple bumped into his chair.
"What is it with this place and newlyweds?"
 

"Dumb question" Buffy observed. "This is the elopement capital of the
US."
 

"Oooh...I want to get married" Willow said, grinning. "A nice man...lots
of smoochies always.....can I get married, Buffy?"
 

Buffy patted her friend's hand patiently, "Yes Willow. You can get
married...someday. I'll even be your bridesmaid. Lots of smoochies and
babies."
 

Willow made a face, "Don't want babies. Just smoochies" she started to
hum the wedding march as she drank more of her drink. Spike glanced up,
joining her humming before going back to staring at his drink and
glowering at the slayer.
 

"She is a bit annoying when she's drunk. I can see why she stays away
from alcohol" Anya said. Looking at Xander, she said, "I want Elvis to
marry us. You did see that place didn't you?"
 

Xander looked at her and gulped, "What? Married? Now?"
 

Anya rolled her eyes, "Good god no. Someday. We can come back here and
Elvis can marry us. I like to plan ahead."
 

"Good....that's cool. Plan ahead. That's a plan" Xander said, relief
evident on his face. Riley and Buffy laughed, "Let's dance."
 

The four teens left Spike and Willow to their drinking fest. It was
obvious that the tension between the two had escalated. Buffy wondered
if they had made the right choice in trying to get them together. Right
now, it didn't seem to be working very well. She laid her head on
Riley's chest, forgetting about Willow and Spike for the rest of the
song. When the song ended, they made their way back to the table. The
empty table.
 

"Where the fuck did they go?" Xander asked, looking at the empty
glasses.
 

"Maybe they went back to the motel?" Riley said.
 

Anya snorted, "They are probably getting more alcohol. Trying to drown
the attraction like children."
 

Buffy frowned, "Come on. Let's head back and check on them. I do hope
they were able to make it back...they both had a bit to drink."
 

"I don't think they were that drunk, Buffy." Xander said, "But we can
head back. I could use some sleep anyway."
 

"I do hope they stay out of trouble" Riley said.

VEGAS VACATION (13/?)
 

Willow groaned as she opened her eyes. She shut them again immediately,
her hands going to her head. She felt as if someone was using a
jackhammer on her brain. She again opened her eyes, their blurry green
depths focusing on the night stand. She was surprised to see what looked
like a bouquet of flowers sitting by the clock. She reached her hand to
touch them, to make sure she wasn't dreaming. She wasn't.
 

She frowned, trying to remember where she had gotten flowers. Last thing
she could remember completely was sitting at some club drinking. She
thought back. She remembered Buffy telling her that she was drinking too
much. Flashes came to her. Anya and Xander...Elvis...the wedding waltz?
 

She took a deep breath, vowing never to again touch alcohol. No matter
what. Her entire body ached. But in a good way. She felt the air
conditioning hitting her bare skin and shivered, pulling the blanket
over her nude body. She froze, glancing down in horror. Nude! She was
nude. She ran her hand over her face, trying to remember. It was then
that she noticed the pretty silver band on her finger.
 

She sat up, her breath ragged as the memories came flying back. Her and
Spike at the table talking about marriage and being with someone
forever....her and Spike standing before the Elvis impersonator. The
vows. The kiss. The wedding night. She flushed as she realized that she
and Spike had had sex. From what she now remembered, really really wild
fantastic sex. She heard movement beside her and looked, her eyes wide.
 

Spike was laying on top of the blanket nude. His body was fabulous. She
allowed herself to enjoy the view despite the pounding in her head. She
felt wetness gather between her thighs as she raked her eyes over him.
She watched his face, waiting. She couldn't believe it. She and Spike
were married. The entire till death do us part, in sickness and in
health thing. She knew it was legal...well, except for him being dead.
It couldn't be annulled. Not after last night and early this morning.
 

"My god...I'm married to a vampire" Willow said, watching as Spike's
eyes opened lazily. He looked at her, before they closed again.
Suddenly, they shot open as he sat up, looking at her in amazement.
 

"It wasn't a dream?" Spike asked, running a hand over his hair.
 

She shook her head, the blanket around her chin. "Nuh uh...I have the
bouquet still."
 

"Us? Married? By Elvis?" Spike said, trying to make sense of the
memories. He looked at Willow and saw similar confusion on her face. He
was never drinking again, he vowed. Suddenly, he realized something.
"Bloody hell...I married a human."

VEGAS VACATION (14/?)
 

Spike looked at Willow. "We can't be married."
 

"We are" she said solemnly. She looked away from him, not wanting to
believe what had happened in such a few short hours.
 

Spike groaned, closing his eyes, "I couldn't have been that drunk. Fuck,
you couldn't have been that drunk."
 

Willow glared at him, "Do you think I am enjoying this? I'm married to a
god damn vampire! I gave my virginity to a demon that has threatened me
and my friends several dozen times. And I don't remember it!!!!"
 

"I'm married to a human! The fucking slayer's best friend. Do you know
what people are going to say? How the hell did it happen? I'm dead for
pete's sake! I can't be married" Spike said, moving to his feet and
pacing. "It can't be legal."
 

"I don't know" Willow said, trying to keep her eyes off of him. He
seemed to have forgotten that he was nude. She hadn't. Her pulse raced
as memories again flashed to her. Spike entering her. Kisses that set
her on fire. His touch...his taste. She closed her eyes and put her head
on her knees. "It shouldn't be legal. I mean, you're dead."
 

"Not officially" he said, grimacing. "I was never declared dead. I was
merely forgotten. Bloody hell. What are we going to do?"
 

She looked up and glared at him, "Why ask me? This is your fault."
 

"My fault? You're the one that wanted to get married. Remember? 'Ah
wouldn't it be so sweet to belong to someone forever and have all those
damn smoochies!'" he mimicked in a high voice.
 

"You were entrusted to take care of us. To make sure something like this
didn't happen!" she shouted back, the sheet sliding from her breasts.
 

"I sure as fuck didn't have this planned" Spike assured her, trying not
to notice how beautiful she was with fire in her eyes and her breasts
heaving from anger. He was suddenly reminded of how she tasted...of the
way her nose scrunched up as she came screaming his name over and
over....of the soft moans she made as he thrust into her warmth.....
 

"Neither did I!" she said back.
 

Spike sat on the edge of the bed, his face grimacing. "What the hell are
we going to do? I was never declared dead....it's got to be legal. Well,
as legal as anything these days. Might be a bit difficult to ask for an
erasure due to my dying over 125 years ago. All sorts of unneeded
questions asked."
 

"We can file for divorce and forget it ever happened" she said, not
believing that after one drunken evening she had wound up married to
Spike, of all people. She wanted him but she hadn't wanted to marry him.
She had just wanted to use him for sex and then move on with her life.
Why were things never simple for her?
 

"I am not getting a divorce" Spike said, anger flashing in his eyes.
 

"What?" she asked, her eyes widening. "We have to.....we can't stay
married!"
 

"I'm a catholic. I can't get a divorce" Spike said, his voice stern.
 

"You're a fucking vampire!" She hissed, running a hand through her red
hair.
 

"I will not get a divorce." Spike said again, his eyes raking over her
bare form. His cock stood at attention as he realized that this might
not be as bad as he had first thought. Sure, he had never really planned
on getting married. Dying tended to make that an unlikely option in
life. But, if he was forced to marry someone, why not Red? She amused
him and the sex had been great. Besides that, she was intelligent and
beauiful. Plus, it would irritate the hell out of everyone around them.
 

"What are you suggesting?" she asked, her voice cautious.
 

Spike smiled at her, "Luv, it's our honeymoon. Let's not spend it
arguing, ok?"
 

"Our honeymoon!" Willow shrieked. "You can't be suggesting we stay
married. You don't even like me!"
 

Spike moved up the bed, his gaze capturing hers. "Oh, Red....do you
really believe that? We can make this work. Sure it will require some
changes, but think about the benefits."
 

"Benefits? To being married to soulless vampire?" Willow asked, her tone
disbelieving. Her body heated up as he pinned her to the bed.
 

Spike smirked at her racing pulse. He could see the desire in her green
eyes. This might not be that bad at all, he decided. "Benefits" he said,
capturing her lips as his hand drifted over her breast.

VEGAS VACATION (15/?)
 

Willow gave up all thoughts of arguing with him as his tongue ran over
her lips. She groaned as she brought her hands to his head, urging him
closer. She arched against his palm as he squeezed her breast, his thumb
running over her hard nipple. He chuckled as his lips moved down her
throat, his teeth nipping at her neck.
 

Willow cried out as she felt his mouth engulf her breast. He was so cold
yet warm in a way. Maybe she was the one that was so warm. She felt
fingers against her wetness and thrust against his hand. She caught his
eyes as he looked at her, a smirk on his lips as he lazily ran one
finger against her clit. He ran his tongue over her breast, the touch as
fleeting as his fingers. She sighed when he finally sank two digits deep
inside her. She was rewarded by another laugh as his lips trailed kisses
down her stomach.
 

Spike moved his face to the red curls between her thighs. He brought his
fingers out from her, catching her curious eyes. He slowly licked her
essence from his fingers, his eyes closing as he moaned in delight at
the taste of her. He heard her gasp and again looked at her. Smiling, he
positioned himself against her. She writhed underneath him, trying to
get more contact. He entered her fully, groaning at the tightness of
her. He set up a teasing rhythm, his lips finding hers again.
 

They moved together, their hands and lips touching everywhere. Spike
entered her deeply, her legs around his waist as she arched up to meet
his strokes. She felt his finger touch her clit and she exploded. Her
cunt tightened around him, his name screamed from her lips. He moved
faster, his own need consuming him. He sank into her, one two three four
times before he stilled, his seed rushing into her as he bit into her
breast.
 

Willow lay back exhausted as he licked at the wound on her breast. She
breathed in deeply, his cock still buried inside. She felt eyes watching
her as she looked down and smiled. "How could I have forgotten that?"
 

Spike smirked, "You won't again."
 

Willow moved against him, causing his slowly hardening cock to slide
deeper inside her. "I have just one stipulation to agreeing to make this
marriage work."
 

"Yes?" Spike asked, his eyes watching her with a mixture of surprise,
love, curiosity and desire.
 

"Promise me we end every argument this way. With you inside me." she
said, running her hand over his face.
 

"I think that's a promise I can keep" Spike said, grinning and knowing
he must look like an idiot.
 

"Well, that and I won't convert to Catholicism" she said, her tone
joking as she reminded him of his weak argument.
 

He laughed, "Oh well...I can live with that. Haven't been to church
since I was a wee lad of five anyway."
 

"Then, yes." Willow said, her eyes watching his face.
 

"Yes?" he asked.
 

"I'll remain your wife. Boy, is Buffy going to love this one" she added,
smiling.
 

"You will?" Spike said, kissing her suddenly. "Why don't we continue
with the honeymoon, luv and think about the damn slayer later."
 

"Buffy who?" Willow asked wide eyed as she moved against Spike. She was
rewarded with a laugh as he kissed her.

VEGAS VACATION (16/?)
 

"Where have you been?" Buffy demanded as Willow walked into her room.
 

"In bed" Willow replied honestly. She smiled at the gang as she sat
down. "Just felt tired and couldn't get up" not with Spike on top of me,
she added mentally.
 

"You've been in bed for two days?" Buffy asked, her tone disbelieving.
 

"Yep. Woke up hung over and never really got up" Willow said.
 

"We were worried" Xander said.
 

Willow snorted, "Yeah, I bet. How was Vegas? I'm sure you four have seen
most of the city now. I know you haven't been knocking on my door to see
if I was ok."
 

Buffy frowned, glaring at her friend. "We were worried."
 

Willow sighed, rolling her eyes as she ran a hand through her hair. She
heard Anya's gasp and looked up. "What?"
 

Anya smiled as she moved forward and took Willow's hand. "This is
beautiful. But it's on the wrong hand."
 

Willow smiled suddenly. "No it isn't."
 

"Will, it is too. Where did you get that by the way? I've never seen it
before."
 

"My husband gave it to me" Willow said sweetly, watching as their mouths
dropped open.
 

"You're married?" Riley asked, looking at the others.
 

"Uh huh" Willow said. She and Spike had figured out with a little help
from the Smyths who owned the motel exactly what Buffy and the gang had
done. Was it their fault it had worked even better than planned?
 

"The night you were drunk....you wanted to get married. Good lord,
Willow. Did you just pick up some strange man and marry him?" Buffy
asked, her mind reeling. Willow was married. And she seemed to be happy
about it.
 

"Who is he?" Xander asked.
 

Anya snorted, "I bet I can guess...."
 

Spike opened the door at that moment, his eyes lighting up when he saw
Willow. "Honey, you left without me."
 

Willow looked at him, her eyes shining with happiness. She pouted, "You
take too long to shower."
 

"Who's fault is that?" Spike asked, his eyes raking over her as he moved
in closer.
 

"Spike! Not in front of the children!" Willow said, moving to meet his
lips.
 

"Yes dear" Spike said, his lips claiming hers passionately.
 

Buffy looked at the others and saw them watching wide eyed. "What the
hell did we do?"

VEGAS VACATION (17/17)
 

"I did not hit you!" Buffy screamed at Anya.
 

Willow exchanged a look with Spike. She smiled at her husband, a shiver
running through her at the word husband. "Buffy, Anya. Do we have to
seperate you two?"
 

"No" the girl chorused, glaring at each other.
 

After a few hours of explanations, the gang had reluctantly accepted the
marriage between Willow and Spike. Over their last few days in Las
Vegas, they'd had to admit that Spike was in love with their friend.
Willow was also happier than they had ever seen her. For them, that made
it a bit easier to accept the results of their plan. Giles had already
been called and alerted to the new status of Willow and Spike's
relationship. Surprisingly, he had accepted it with a Uh huh, about
time. Willow had heard the gloat in his voice and wondered if he had
sent Spike to watch them for that very reason. She no longer cared how
they got together, she was just happy that they had. He made her happy.
 

"Can we stop and get something to drink?" Xander asked, his eyes eager.
 

Riley groaned from the back seat, "Good grief. We've already stopped
five times in less than three hours. We're never going to make it back
if you keep wanting to stop."
 

"Lay off him" Anya warned, her voice protective of her boyfriend.
 

Buffy snorted, "What? Riley's right. He's been eating and drinking since
we left Vegas."
 

"Watch it Blondie" Xander said, turning in the seat to glare at Buffy.
He saw Willow look at him and smiled sheepishly, "Sorry Wills."
 

"If you four don't quit arguing, we're stopping this car and letting you
all walk back to Sunnydale!" Willow said, glaring at them all.
 

"Yes Willow" they said, looking away from her penetrating stare.
 

Willow leaned against Spike, his arm around her shoulders. "Have I said
today how glad I am we will never have kids?"
 

Spike snorted, "We do, pet. All four of them."
 

"Hey there!" Riley said, ticked at being called a kid. He saw Spike's
eyes narrow in the rear view mirror and shrunk back in his seat.
 

"Have you told your parents yet?" Xander asked Willow.
 

"Nope. Have no idea where they are. I left a message on the machine."
 

"What about you Dead boy? Have you called dear old dad and told him?"
Anya asked, amusement in her eyes as Spike glared at them.
 

"No I have not called the damn poof. Ain't none of his business." Spike
said.
 

"Oh my god....Angel is my father in law?" Willow asked, suddenly
realizing the fact. "And Dru is my sister in law..."
 

"What a fucked up family" Xander said, smiling at his old friend.
 

She looked at him and then looked at the ones in the back. "And mine
isn't? You guys are worse than Angel and Dru."
 

Buffy smiled as she leaned forward and put her head on the seat beside
Willow. "I will take that as a compliment. I mean, who got you two
together anyway?"
 

"Jack Daniels" Willow said dryly. She smiled at her friend. "Thanks,
Buffy. BUT that's the last time I want to hear about your little scheme.
Ok?"
 

"Yes Mother" Buffy said, moving backwards to avoid Willow's swatting
hand. "Damn it Anya...get on your side of the car!"
 

"I am...Willow, she hit me!" Anya said, holding her arm.
 

"How much longer?" Willow asked Spike.
 

"Five hours" Spike said, his tone resigned as he listened to more
arguing from the backseat. "Love you Willow."
 

"Love you too" she said, kissing him.
 

"Quit touching me!" Riley said, pushing Buffy back into the middle of
the seat.
 

"Don't yell at me!" Buffy screamed at him.
 

"Quit touching me then!" Riley said, glaring at her.
 

"I need to pee" Anya said, making a face as she squirmed in her seat.
 

"I'm thirsty" Xander said, "And hot" he turned the air on higher.
 

Willow sighed, her hand in Spike's as they drove. She asked hopefully as
the noise continued to grow, "Are we there yet?"
 

*************THE END**************

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