"How can you see where you're going?" Buffy leaned over and looked out of the tiny rectangle that Spike left unblackened for driving.

"Great eye sight and excellent reflexes." He pushed her gently on the head until she fell back onto her side of the car.

Spike tapped a finger on the steering wheel, trying to figure out what he was going to do with her. He loved Buffy more than he had ever loved anyone in his entire existance and that was the only reason why he was catering to her impulsive whim to leave Sunnydale without telling anyone; not that he didn't covet the thought of having her all to himself for a little while.

He just figured that they would drive around for a day or two, not venture very far, and turn right back around when she got homesick. As of right now, she was more set on this roadtrip than she had initially been after suggesting it the previous night.

She clicked on the radio and a Spice Girls song came on. Spike felt that his ears were going to begin bleeding from the obnoxious girly music but he couldn't hide a smile as Buffy began singing along and flinging her hair from side to side.

"Yo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want; So tell me what you want, what you really really want; I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want; So tell me what you want, what you really really want; I wanna I wanna I wanna I wanna I wanna really really really wanna zigazig ha."

Spike turned off the radio with a quick flick of his wrist.

"Hey! I was listening to that." She pouted out her bottom lip. Spike reached out and grabbed it.

"Put that lip up before I bite it." Buffy smiled at his remark and bit it herself, driving him even more crazy with lust. Spike groaned and grabbed the back of her neck and placed a rough kiss upon her lips. He pushed her off just as quickly and continued on like nothing had happened even if her lips were colored red and she was looking delicious. "And that is not music so I could care less if you were listening to it."

"It's the Spice Girls. You know; girl power. Kinda my moto if you ask some people."

"So these Spice Girls...Did they ever tell you what they really really wanted and what the hell does zigazig mean?"

"They would have told you want they wanted if you had finished listening to the song." She folded her slim arms and leaned back against the leather interior.

"Sorry I missed it then, luv. I'm almost curious now."

"It's still on."

"I'm not that curious," he said quickly.

They drove in comfortable silence for awhile. Spike reached over and put a hand to Buffy's forearm until she unfolded them and he was able to hold her hand. She seemed to like it when he did nice little gestures like that. He kind of enjoyed it to. In all the years he had been with Drusilla, he had never really just held her hand. It was a human thing he seemed to enjoy. Nice contact that didn't have to be violent or sexual...just feeling close with the other person.

"So where are we going, Spikey?"

"I thought we would start with Vegas."

"Vegas?" Her face screwed up. "What's in Vegas?"

"Lots of things. Gambling, shows, women, booze, Tom Jones."

Buffy stayed silent for awhile and looked a little upset. She tapped her index finger against his hand as she contemplated what he said. "I'm too young to gamble and drink, I could care less about women and you better not being getting any ideas in that department," she scolded before continuing on. "I don't know who Tom Jones is but I guess I could take in a show."

"Not that kind of show, pet."

"Ehhhh," she threw her head hard against the headrest. "Again, what's in vegas?"

"Relax. Last night when you were sleeping I went out and got you a fake I.D. I know a Scorpial Demon that specializes in these kind of things."

"A fake I.D.? Do I look 21 to you?"

Spike reached inside his jacket and pulled out a small plastic card. "Nope," he handed it to her. "You look 24."

"Huh?" Buffy grabbed it from him and looked down at the picture. He had taken a photo of Buffy to a guy he played poker with on a regular basis and currently owed Spike ten kittens. Just last week, she had given him a school picture which she had wrapped up with a pink bow and put into a purple heart shaped small frame with rhinestones. Of course he had taken it out of the frame before giving it to the demon. Spike could have easily lost his cool guy rep with having something bedazzled in his possession. Most people who dealt with fake I.D's used other people's pictures but this guy was a pro. He had it done in three hours. It looked like an actual drivers licence, just with the wrong name and birthday.

"Goldie Locks?!" Buffy focused on the card, then on Spike, and then on the card once more. Spike reached out touched her hair, "what's wrong with that? It's the first thing I came up with when I thought of you."

"What's wrong with Buffy?"

He snicker. "Who would believe your name is Buffy?"

"Um, because it is."

"Well, yeah, but the name is kind of fake sounding. You have to admit it."

"And Goldie Locks isn't?"

"Alright, maybe I could have went with Amy Summers but where's the fun in that. It's your first fake I.D., babe. Enjoy it."

She blew a peice of hair out of her face. "I guess it's alright, but why did you have to make me so old. Nobody will actually think I'm 24, and if they do, I need a serious spa day and face lift."

"Rule number one. When making a fake I.D., never put 21 on it because that just looks like you're trying to scrape by. We'll just put you in a push up bra and slap a lot of make up on. You'll be fine."

"Great."

Spike ran a hand over his mouth to hide his grin. If Buffy insisted on running away with him, then they were going to have a little fun.

"So when do we get there?" she asked with dread.

"Well, we've been driving for about an hour so I'd give it another 4."

"Yippy," she said with lackluster.

"They do have great hotel rooms," he said in hopes to lift her spirits. It worked.

"Really? How?"

"Hot tubs, water beds, huge T.V.'s."

"Huh," Buffy looked interested. "Maybe I will have fun. Hot tub...water bed," she wink winked at him. Spike chuckled.

"Down girl and 'course you will have a good time. This is going to be fun; just you and me."

"Yes it will be. I love you." she said

"Love you too, sweetheart."