A/N: All votes were for Anya, so expect her to be making an appearance soon. I guess the next decision would be who to put Willow with. I've already had a vote to put Tara in early and not deal with the Oz/werewolf thing. I'm inclined to do just that because I've never written a story with Oz in it. For some reason Willow/Tara is just so much more acceptable to me, which is strange b/c I've always liked my fic hetero. Anyway, I put it to you guys to let me know what you want. Cause honestly, as long as it's Spike/Buffy, I'm happy.

Thanks for all the great reviews, they help keep me motivated! Enjoy the next part, filled with Spuffiness!

It's short again, but work has been very hectic, and I have to force myself to type this, and not pick up my book and read.

                Thanksgiving part 3: A shopping we will go

          "Are you out of your bloody mind? This is the only thing I actually own, I'm not gonna let you destroy it." Spike snapped at Buffy as they walked toward the car.

          "But don't you think it would just be so romantic if you were the one to teach me how to drive?" Buffy batted her eyes at him.

          "No! And that's final! Quit asking, or I'm not going shopping!" he warned.

          "Fine!" she pouted and climbed into the passenger seat of the De Sotto.

          Spike rolled his eyes as he got in the car.

          Luckily, the mall wasn't very far away.  Spike spent the entire ride telling her not to touch things, and was quite irritated by how fidgety she was.

          "That's it, you're walking home." He said, slapping her hand away from the radio for the tenth time.

          She stuck her tongue out at him.

          "What's gotten into you?" he asked when she started bouncing on the seat.

          "Oh, me and Will had a latte before I left to get you." She explained.

          Spike groaned.

          "Where is Red anyway? I thought she was staying with you." He asked, hoping to distract her from messing with anything else.

          "Snyder asked her to fill in as the new computer science teacher after the holiday, so she's preparing her lesson plans."

Buffy had finally settled down.

          "I need to get job. Got any ideas?" he asked her.

          "Hmm. It would have to be a night job. Maybe some type of security position? I bet you could find something for a night shift. They're not too popular in this town." She told him.

          Spike nodded.  That was definitely something he'd look into.

***

          "Look at all the pretty Christmas decorations!" Buffy exclaimed.

          Spike looked up and admired the display in the front windows.

          "I've never thought much about Christmas. Not since I was alive." He told her.

          "Well, don't worry! You'll have more Christmas than you can stand at the Summers' home!" Buffy assured him.

          Spike gave her a cautious look.

          "You're gonna make me trim a tree, aren't you?" he asked.

          "Yes, and you're going to love every minute of it!" she wrapped her arms around his neck.

          "Well, you just make sure we have plenty of 'mistletoe' time and everything will be just fine." He teased pulling her against him.

          "I'll have to remember that." She giggled and leaned in to kiss him.

          "Oh, wait! The mall closes in 45 minutes, we have to get shopping!" she exclaimed, pulling him toward the nearest department store.

***

          Spike quickly realized that shopping with Buffy meant following her around, and holding anything she gave him.  She informed him that she was speed shopping, so they didn't have time to listen to his opinion.

          They just needed one outfit, how hard could that be?

          Spike sighed in relief as he finally slid behind the steering wheel.  He had spent the last 30 minutes modeling clothes for Buffy and the three sales women who had nothing better to do.  He looked to see her wearing a satisfied expression.  She had accomplished what she'd set out to do.  Looking at her now, he realized it had been worth it, just to see her happy.

          He had had several memory flashes of seeing her very miserable.  Well, if he had any say in it, she would never be unhappy again.

          "What?" she asked him, a little uncomfortable with him staring at her.

          He grinned.

          "You know I'm in love with you, right?" he asked.

          She didn't say anything.

          "Buffy?"

          "Part of me feels like this is all going way too fast, but then there's this other part that feels like it's not fast enough. I'm sorry, Spike, but I'm just so confused."

          Spike clenched his jaw against the pain, and turned to look out the window.

          Buffy put her hands on his cheeks and turned him to face her.

          " I love you too, Spike. That's the one thing that isn't confusing." She whispered, putting her lips to his.

***

          Spike pulled the car up in front of Buffy's house.  She turned to him, reluctant to say goodbye.

          "Don't forget, be here by 2:30." She said.

          "Uh, Buffy, what about the sun?" he asked, bemused.

          "Oh, it's supposed to be raining all day tomorrow, shouldn't be a problem." She waved off his concern.

          "Okay."  He said, unsure.

          She leaned across the seat and kissed him.

          "See you tomorrow." She whispered, then quickly slid out of the car and walked to the porch.

          Spike watched her open the door, and wave at him, then he drove off.

          Willow and Joyce had been watching from the window, and quickly tried to look inconspicuous as Buffy came in.

          "Nice try, mom. You're magazine is upside down." She pointed out with a smile.

          Willow giggled.

          "Did you have fun?" she asked.

          "Yeah, I really did." Buffy smiled, then yawned.

          "It's time we all got in bed. Big day tomorrow." Joyce reminded, and began turning off lights.

          "Good night, mom. I love you." Buffy said, hugging her mother.

          "I love you too, sweetheart." She said.

          Willow looked on with a smile, feeling a little left out, but then Joyce gave her a hug too.

          TBC…

A/N I am sorry this was so short, but I was actually surprised I had time to write it at all. Tomorrow may not be so lucky, but I'll try.