A/N: Thanks for all the reviews and I'm glad I made some of you laugh, it's my job. Or I wish it was. Cos then I'd get paid….grumble grumble….

9.30PM

"No, no, no" Spike grunted "You've got to be in charge. Keep on top. Ride it"

Buffy rolled her eyes "It's hard"

"It's supposed to be" He grabbed her hips "But you'll get it. Just like riding a bike"

"It is a bike" She glanced over her shoulder at him.

"Well, yeah…" Spike nodded "Look, just pay attention. I'd rather not have my head caved in"

Buffy rolled her eyes again and turned back to face front. They were on a deserted stretch of highway on a motorbike that someone had forgotten to take with them when they fled from the Hellmouth. Spike had hotwired it and now he was attempting to teach her how to drive it. Buffy had barely mastered the car. This was gonna be interesting.

Buffy felt Spike jostle her hips again and sighed, closing her eyes for a moment as he rambled on about proper road safety. She should have been listening but why bother when the stars looked so beautiful?

"It's all about balance" Spike's lips were suddenly by her ear "Just like work and play" he laughed.

Buffy looked down as his arms came around her front and took her hands. He placed them on the handles of the bike and kept his hands over hers.

"Start it up" He said softly.

Buffy felt her spine straighten at the tone of his voice, and the sheer nearness of it. That and the face that his chest was pressed against her back and his arms around her. Buffy put her foot down on the peddle and jump started it first time. Slayer strength had many advantages.

"Good" Spike shouted over the engine "Now, carefully –"

Buffy slammed her foot down on the accelerator and they shot off from nought to sixty in a matter of seconds. Both Buffy and Spike let out a yell of complete shock and Spike's hand gripped her tight.

They roared down the open highway with Buffy's hair flapping wildly into his face. Spike grunted and rested his chin on her shoulder so he could see.

"Bloody Evil-Kanevil" He grumbled, then saw the glee in her eyes and smiled "You like the feel of wind in your hair, love?"

"Being a biker must be pretty damn cool" Buffy agreed "Freeing, too"

"Ideal for a Slayer on her last night on Earth"

Buffy said nothing to that but silently agreed with him. The wind whipped around them and underneath her thin jacket chilling her a little but instead of being a bad thing it invigorated her. Spike let go of her hand to let her steer. Buffy was worried for a moment and then his hands fixed around her waist.

"Let yourself go, Buffy"

The soft voice slid into her brain and she shifted back a little so that she nestled closer into the vampire. Spike's hands delved under her jacket and she could feel his cold skin through her shirt. Let go. A junction appeared before them. Left or right. Two roads diverged in a wood and I took the road less travelled – and that made all the difference.

"Spike, what do I do?" She called.

"Follow your instinct, pet" He replied.

Buffy left it to the last second then yanked the handles to hard and sudden that they did a complete 360, tires squealing, bodies thrown to the side and nearly off the bike. It ground to a halt. The engine purred. They were facing the way they had just come.

"Bloody…" Spike murmured, arms squeezing her ribs tightly "I think I'll be driving home"

"You told me to follow my instincts" Buffy protested.

"I didn't realise your instincts were homicidal"

Buffy shrugged, smiled "I am the Slayer"

10:15PM

"You're such a square, Spike"

They were in Sunnydale Mall. They had the whole place all to themselves and Buffy was like a kid in a candy shop. She actually started skipping down the vacant halls and though it was, in a way, kind of spooky it was also radically cool in every single way. The whole of the mall was her oyster and she intended to enjoy herself. Spike, however was dragging behind mumbling about her breaking in to the mall.

"If I had come up with this idea you would have disapproved" Spike protested jogging to keep up with her "Not that I mind, but if the world if going to end tomorrow is there much point in stealing anything?"

"We're not going to steal…probably" Buffy frowned but then brightened again "We are going to borrow and frolic"

"Frolic?"

"Yep," She nodded "And here's our first stop"

Spike looked in front, his face displayed sheer horror at what she had chosen for them. Buffy believed he thought it to be an abstract form of punishment. Punishment of the capital kind. She started towards the shop and saw he was not moving. Buffy turned back to him and grabbed his hand, trying to pull him in. He ground his heels in but it did not work too well because the floor was shiny. From an observer it may have looked like a mother dragging in a difficult toddler. Luckily there were no observers.

"But…no…you can't make me!" He gaped "It's…its GAP!"

Buffy yanked him in so hard that he skidded on his shoes and almost fell "There. You didn't get struck down by lightning"

Spike shook his head and rubbed his head "It's against my principles"

Buffy started to go around the racks of clothes and picked up some men's stuff as she went throwing it to Spike who caught it with disdain. Buffy was picking some lovely outfits off the rack and glanced over the vampire who was looking at a mirror in front of him. He couldn't see himself, of course. Buffy thought that must be lonely. Also a drag when fixing your hair.

"Go get changed" Buffy shooed him with a motion of her hands.

Spike grumbled all the way to the changing rooms. She sat and waited for him because this was highly anticipated thing – Spike in different clothing. Sure, recently he had been varying things with a different shirt or two but she was kind of curious as to what he would look like if he dressed more "mainstream". She didn't want to change Spike; she just wanted to see a different side of him. Pretty soon it became obvious he wasn't coming out so she went in.

"Spike" She called as she entered the changing rooms.

"I'm not coming out"

Buffy located the cubicle he was in, with the curtain tightly shut. She leaned against the wall.

"Come on, Spike" She sing-songed.

"Piss off" He replied gruffly.

She sighed and ripped the curtain open. Spike stood there gaping at the fact that she had just done that. Buffy stood there gaping at Spike.

"Holy…" She muttered.

Spike yanked the curtain shut again. Buffy opened and closed her mouth like a fish. Then she took a deep breath and opened the curtain again but this time more slowly. Spike was leaning against the wall looking at her.

"I feel like an idiot" He told her.

"You look good," Buffy informed him, stepping into the cubicle "I mean different but good"

He was dressed in a ribbed cobalt blue sweater with beige pants. It was all…good.

"You only like it 'cos it makes me look like Captain Cardboard" Spike huffed, folding his arms over his chest "And do I get to see your lovely new ensemble?"

Buffy smiled a little "If you want"

She turned on her heel and out of the men's changing rooms to retrieve some of the outfits she had picked out from the store next door while she had been browsing. True, they weren't from Gap but they were great. Spike followed behind her pulling the sweater off and pulling his black T-shirt back on over it, he was also carrying his jeans.

She spun back to him "Either you keep the other outfit on or you go naked, mister!"

"Fine" Spike pulled off his T-shirt and then started for the pants.

"Okay, stop" Buffy put a hand up "Just…just wait here"

So, off she went to get changed. However Spike did not stay put he followed her into the changing rooms and stood outside of her cubicle just like she had done to him. Men. No, vampires! She cursed as she shed her clothing trusting that Spike would not "accidentally" barge in. She was done relatively quickly and she let her hair down having tied it up.

Then Buffy stepped out with a flourish.

"What do you think?" She asked a half-naked Spike "Am I ready for my close-up?"

She smiled at the look on his face which was one of slack-jawed appreciation. She had picked out a pale blue dress that clung to the upper half of her body but gave plenty of floaty space on her bottom half. When she spun around in a circle for him the skirt billowed around her and then swished back into place. It had no sleeves, only spaghetti straps over the shoulder and it showed a little cleavage but not much. Buffy was barefoot and felt exceptionally short.

Spike coughed up some words "Gap has changed their lines, I see…"

"Oh, yeah, well" Buffy shrugged "I got bored waiting for Mr. Metro-sexual to hurry up"

"I am not metro-sexual!" Spike protested then his face softened "I like the dress. Very you"

Buffy walked up to him, looped her arms around his neck and she had to laugh at the surprised look on Spike's face.

"Don't you just love shopping with me?" She kept her arms around his neck and she bowed her spine backwards so that it looked sort of like a tango move, with her hair flowing down to the floor.

Spike placed his hands on her hips "A fella could get used to it"

Buffy righted herself so she stood straight again "We should have done this more"

"What, shop?" He grinned "And you're talking in past tense like we're already dead. And that's only true for me"

Buffy released her hold on him and walked back towards her cubicle "Not shop. Just spent time. You and me"

"The Scooby's would have disapproved"

Buffy entered the cubicle, turned to face him and she arched an eyebrow "So?"

She shut the curtain.

11PM

"So, my dream came true" Spike mumbled, wearily.

Buffy carried on strolling through the mall to the exit "What dream?"

"Last night I dreamt I was drowning in footwear" Spike told her, waving the many shopping bags filled with shoes at her "And now I am"

Buffy laughed.

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