Author's note: Okay, this is a kinda short chapter, but don't worry I feel like I'm on a roll today… so there might be another update by the end of the day.
Morning came around far too quickly, and Spike groaned in his sleep as he rolled over. Spike's phone started going off and it officially meant to beginning of Sunday morning for the couple. Buffy rolled over as well and wrapped an arm around Spike's waist as he reached blindly for the cell phone that was still going off. Finally he reached it and opened it, "Hello?" he said in a low raspy voice. Buffy smiled into Spike's back, it was another thing she loved about him; no matter what he always woke up in the morning with the raspy post-sex voice.
Holly was on the other side of the line yelling through the phone and even Buffy could hear clearly. Spike tried to intercept her, "Okay okay…" He sat up in the bed and wrapped an arm around Buffy, "Yeh…" she continued, "Just… put Nick on since he can translate…"
There was a pause on the phone then Nick's much mellower voice came on, Spike smiled, "I was out last night… yes, okay… god you people are worse than my parents… I know you're worried, I'm not doing anything, and I was asleep." There was a rude voice in the back ground of the phone, "Don't use that tone with me, missy, I'll take you to the cleaner's…"
After another 10 minutes, Spike just hung up the phone mid-Holly ranting. He turned it off and snuggled under the covers with Buffy and smiled as he moved a strand of her hair from her face, "Good morning lovely…"
Buffy smiled and snuggled up to him giving him a kiss and resting her head on his bare chest. She decided it was too early to start talking just yet.
Spike and Buffy both decided that some dinner with the family wouldn't be too bad of an idea after they spent the entire day tackling Walt Whitman. They both piled into his car and took off for his house. The entire journey was going great, up until what must have been the forth stop light when Riley, Angel, and Cordelia pulled up beside them. They pulled up on Buffy's side and started revving their engine as they both strained to see who Buffy was with.
"Oh shit!" Spike said as he ducked down and searched for something to put on, he found his aviator sunglasses and slid them on as he dug around for something else. He found Nick's old baseball cap in the back and slid it on in hopes that it would be enough to keep him hidden for now. He sat back up and peered over at Angel and Riley, both had scowls across their faces, and Riley revved the engine once more from behind the wheel.
Buffy immediately saw where this was going to go, "Don't you dare…" She said with an, 'I will rip your balls off' tone to Spike. As he turned back to the road and revved his engine as well. A small smirk appeared on Spike's face and gripped the stick shift.
Riley looked at Angel, "That's the douchebag who chased Buffy in the bronze last time…"
Angel leaned forward a bit and looked, then nodded. Cordelia sat in the back and looked at the guy next to Buffy, he didn't seem like a bad person, maybe a bit older, but only a bit. "Do we really have to do this, guys?"
"Of course we do!" Angel said and turned to Cordelia, "This is how men settle disputes; we show off how cool we are by either, punching each other, drinking each other under the table, or racing…"
The lights for the intersection started changing and Spike zoned in on the road ahead of him, his knuckles were white from gripping the stick. After years of guitar, you learn how to time things properly, the light for the turning lane flickered off and Spike turned to Riley. He caught Riley's attention as he rolled down Buffy's window. The light changed to green Spike' stuck out his middle finger and then shifted into first gear and sped off.
"Shit!" Riley caught on after a moment and took off as well, but it was a lost cause, "Damn it!" He pounded on the wheel with his fists.
"Why don't we try following them or something?" Cordelia said as they continued on behind Buffy and her mystery man.
Once they were out of sight of her friends Buffy started punching Spike's arm as hard as she could, "You're an asshole!" she slapped and punched and Spike couldn't control the car under the attack.
"Stop! Stop! No more, I'm sorry!" Spike took a deep breath once Buffy stopped. He looked over at her and saw her arms crossed on her chest and she glared out the window as they drove. Spike leaned over and tried to give her a kiss but she only leaned away.
"You're an asshole and I hate you right now…" Buffy said without so much as a side glance.
Spike smiled a bit, "But you only hate me right now, right?" He really thought he was in trouble.
She sighed and looked down at her feet as her cell phone vibrated with a text message, "You'll probably end up doing or saying something really sweet and cute and I won't be mad anymore…"
Spike's smirk returned as he turned onto the dirt road to his house, "You're not mad anymore…"
Buffy's mouth dropped open, "Oh, I am so mad right now… I'm just trying to be civilized…"
Spike smiled and leaned over again finally getting that kiss from her; they smiled and continued up the road, still unaware of the small fraction of Buffy's friends who were deliberately stalking them.