Doublemeat Driving
by Colleen Hillerup
The DeSoto drove slowly along the residential street, as Spike peered through the blackened glass, looking for street numbers. "There should be a law. Big numbers on the outside of ev'ry house."
"We have to be almost there," Buffy said from the back seat. "I don't think this street is that long."
"Ya know, Slayer, you're gonna have to sit up here with me. I don't think the lovebirds'll fancy cuddlin' back there with you."
"I know. It's just," she hesitated, "we agreed to cool things down, and when I'm alone up there with you..."
"Things heat up?" he grinned. "So, what'r our friends gonna be, a safety net?"
"Something like that," she mumbled. Then, louder, "I can't believe I let you talk me into this. I mean, really, double dating?"
"As I recall, pet, Sophie talked you into it. Then you told me we were going." He stopped the car and turned towards the back seat. "This selective amnesia thing you've got has me a bit concerned."
"Fine." She crossed her arms and looked at him. "And I have a very good memory. I remember every time you tried to kill me."
"Right. It's gonna be like that, then." And every time you kissed me, and every time you jumped me... He knew why she stayed huddled in the back seat, and it wasn't for fear of her life. He restarted the car and continued down the street.
"What I really don't understand," she said, "was why I let you pack the picnic. I can just picture it, a thermos of blood and some kitten sandwiches. Yummy."
"Slayer, Slayer, show a little trust. I packed two thermoses of blood." He stopped the car again. "Here we are, and there's the happy couple. Play nice," he said to her, as she opened a rear door and climbed out.
"I'm always nice," she said under her breath.
by Colleen Hillerup
The DeSoto drove slowly along the residential street, as Spike peered through the blackened glass, looking for street numbers. "There should be a law. Big numbers on the outside of ev'ry house."
"We have to be almost there," Buffy said from the back seat. "I don't think this street is that long."
"Ya know, Slayer, you're gonna have to sit up here with me. I don't think the lovebirds'll fancy cuddlin' back there with you."
"I know. It's just," she hesitated, "we agreed to cool things down, and when I'm alone up there with you..."
"Things heat up?" he grinned. "So, what'r our friends gonna be, a safety net?"
"Something like that," she mumbled. Then, louder, "I can't believe I let you talk me into this. I mean, really, double dating?"
"As I recall, pet, Sophie talked you into it. Then you told me we were going." He stopped the car and turned towards the back seat. "This selective amnesia thing you've got has me a bit concerned."
"Fine." She crossed her arms and looked at him. "And I have a very good memory. I remember every time you tried to kill me."
"Right. It's gonna be like that, then." And every time you kissed me, and every time you jumped me... He knew why she stayed huddled in the back seat, and it wasn't for fear of her life. He restarted the car and continued down the street.
"What I really don't understand," she said, "was why I let you pack the picnic. I can just picture it, a thermos of blood and some kitten sandwiches. Yummy."
"Slayer, Slayer, show a little trust. I packed two thermoses of blood." He stopped the car again. "Here we are, and there's the happy couple. Play nice," he said to her, as she opened a rear door and climbed out.
"I'm always nice," she said under her breath.