Spike and Buffy were driving along on the very long and very boring interstate back to Sunnydale. Buffy was getting bored quickly and Spike’s music wasn't helping. They had been listening to the Sex Pistols the whole way up and now the whole way back. Buffy looked out her window at the boring scenery. She sighed.

"I really don't see why we have to go back. We could just stay back there and...live there." Buffy said. Spike smiled and looked over at her. "We can't stay and you know that, pet. It was just a little treat to get you off the Hellmouth. Plus your mum would chew my bloody ear off." Buffy sighed again. "Yea, maybe you’re right. Being the Slayer sucks!" Spike chuckled at that.

Buffy slouched in her seat and pouted. He couldn’t help, but just smile. He kept hearing her grumble things under her breath, about how being the Slayer we never fun and there’s no point if there’s no Hellmouth. “You are in a right mood, right you?” Spike asked, glancing over at her. She stuck her tongue out at him. He growled playfully at her. “Careful, luv, something might come along and bit that thing off.” She stuck her tongue back into her mouth and Spike just chuckled at her blushing cheeks.“You heard me, meany.” He frowned. “Pet, I told you why we had to go back. You think I’m happy to get back to Sunnyhell?” he asked. “Yes! That’s why you’re dragging me back with you.” She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest.

Two hours then past and the only thing that changed was the Slayer's pouty mood. Then, oddly enough, Faith's voice popped up in Buffy's head. If you're so bore, B. Why not spice things up a bit. Like say oh...boinking the undead while he's driving. Buffy smirked. While Spike kept his eyes on the road Buffy started to unbutton her shirt. She quickly pulled it off and dropped it on the floor at her feet. Then she quickly slipped out of her skirt while watching Spike the whole time. She grinned. Spike then raised his right hand off the wheel to scratch his head and that’s when Buffy made her move. Buffy hopped up on Spike’s lap and straddled him with her knees on either side of his hips. His eyes went wide as he looked at her.

“Slayer, what are you doing?” he asked. Buffy gave him a coy smile. “Trying to keep from being bored to death.” She said. He raised an eyebrow at that. “Are you going to keep me from being bored?” Before he could answer she ground her hot, wet core onto his obvious erection. He groaned and closed his eyes. “Ah, ah, ah!” She said. He opened his eyes. “Keep your eyes on the road.” “God, you’re going to kill me woman.” She grinned.

Spike moved his right hand to her neck and pushed her down to him to capture her lips in a searing kiss. Buffy gasped as he rubbed his erection against her and he slipped his tongue into her warm, sweet cave. Buffy used her tongue to fight him off and let her moans tickle his throat. Spike released her lips so she could breathe. She panted as she glazed at him. He smirked and used his right had to undo the clasp of her bra. He pulled it down her arms and threw it in the back seat. He was practically drooling as he looked at her bare breasts. “Let’s have a little more music for the mood.” Buffy said, turning up the volume on the Sex Pistols. The bass was so heavy she could feel it vibrate off her skin and Spike could too. He grinned. “One problem, luv.” Spike said. “What?” Buffy asked. “How am I gonna get to that sweet cunny of yours?” he asked. She gave him one of his famous smirks. “Let me handle that.” He grinned. He kissed her again and broke away shortly to trial kisses along her jaw line and down her neck to her breasts. Buffy pushed herself up so Spike could get better access to her breasts. He caught a nipple and sucked on it. He gave a causal glance to make sure he was in the road and no one was in front of him.

He smirked in his head. Knew there was a good reason to leave early in the morning. Spike thought. Buffy reached down between them and rubbed his erection through his pants. Spike groaned. She smirked. “Looks like someone’s ready.” Buffy said. He looked up at her and let go of her breast. “But is someone else?” he asked. He used his free to skim down Buffy’s stomach. He then reached between her legs felt her pussy lips. “Mmm, someone’s very wet ready.” Spike said. He pulled his fingers back and licked them. Buffy moaned. “Why is it that you do the sexist things?” Buffy asked. Spike smirked. “’Cause ‘m sexy.” He kissed her hungrily. “God, luv. I need you now.” Spike said. Buffy smirked. “Make sure you’re watching the road.” She said. He smirked. “Like that’s going to happen, kitten.” She grinned. Buffy looked down as she undid Spike’s pants.

When she finally got his pants unzipped, she reached in and pulled out his cold, hard cock. Spike hissed as she wrapped her warm little hands around him. “Fucking hell, pet.” He moaned. She grinned. Buffy made a show of pumping his shaft nice and slow. Spike’s eyes were getting ready to roll into the back of his when suddenly there was a loud blare of a car horn. Spike jumped and saw that he was on the wrong side of the road. He moved back over to his side. Spike panted a bit. “Bloody hell!” he said. Buffy giggled. “Told you to watch the road.” She said. He gave her a look. “Kinda hard, luv.” He said. “I’ve noticed.” Buffy said, giving him a squeeze.

“Bloody hell, woman! When are you going to stop teasing me?” he asked. “Are you going to watch the road?” she asked. “Yes.” She smirked. Buffy then slowly slipped down out of Spike’s lap. He looked down at her. She smirked as she looked at his cock in her hand. She leaned forward, just enough, and gave the head a quick lick. Spike growled at her. She laughed. Buffy leaned forward more and took him into her mouth. “Bloody…fucking hell!”

“When are Spike and Buffy suppose to be back?” Dawn asked, sitting at the island in the kitchen and yawning. “Some time today. Sweetie, go back to sleep. They won’t be around until probably close to noon.” Joyce said. Dawn shook her head. “Sun’s coming up. I’ve got nothing to do.” Joyce smiled. “Well, if you want you can help me make cookies for them.” Dawn cheered up. “Really?” Joyce nodded. Dawn hopped up and Joyce laughed. They then set to work making chocolate chip cookies, as the sun slowly rose.

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Buffy crawled up Spike’s legs and sat herself onto his lap, with each knee on either side of his hips. “Bloody hell woman, you know how to please a man.” Spike muttered, finally loosing his grip on the stirring wheel. She smiled up at him. “Don’t I know it.” She leaned forward and gave him a passionate kiss. Spike released both hands from the steering wheel and grabbed a hold of Buffy. He pulled her closer to his body as he deepened the kiss to show his lust and desire for her, and her to him.

Buffy then felt a tap against her leg and released Spike’s lips to look down. She grinned and looked back up at him. “Someone’s ready for the main course.” He smirked and curled his tongue behind his teeth. “Always, luv.” Buffy then reached down and grabbed a hold of his cold, hard shaft. Spike groaned and gritted his teeth. She started to slowly pump him and his eyes started to roll. Buffy gave him a warning squeeze and he focused his eyes on her. “Watch the road.” She said. He looked back at the road and quickly grabbed the wheel as he saw they were heading for the shoulder.

Buffy then easily rose herself up and slammed herself down onto his cock. Buffy moaned from his size and Spike hissed from her warmth. “Fucking…hell! Give a bloke a warning…next time, pet.” She grinned. She started a slow pace at first. Gently rocking her hips onto his while clutching at his shoulders. Spike squeezed the wheel again to try and tried to keep himself from grabbing her and just slamming her down over his cock. Buffy reached for his lips again and was rewarded with a searing kiss. She moaned as his tongue danced with hers between their lips.

Buffy rubbed her naked breasts against his chest, causing her nipples to harden again. Spike released her lips when she needed to breathe. “Lean back, luv.” Buffy leaned back a little until she just felt the cold steering wheel. Spike leaned forward and caught one of her hardened nipples in is mouth and suck happily on it. “Ah! Spike!” Buffy moaned. She arched her back toward him to feel more. Spike used one hand to play with her unattended nipple and twisted it between his fingers. “Unh! Spike…more! Please!” Buffy begged. Spike smirked. He then vamped out and bit into the breasts he was sucking on. “Ungh!” Buffy clung to him harder as she felt the strong pull of her blood. She felt herself become wetter and Spike become even harder within. Spike had, had enough.

He pulled his fangs out of her and licked her wound closed. He pulled her upright and claimed her lips in a lust thirsty kiss. His fangs were cutting her lips but neither of them cared. Spike grabbed Buffy by her hips, with both hands and picked up their pace. He pulled her up until his cock was almost completely out of her then slammed her back down. “Unh!” They both moaned. Spike thrusted his hips up to her as hard and fast as he could, while continuing to slam her down onto him. He tightened his grip on her hips as he felt her start to keep up with his pace.

Buffy sunk her nails into Spike’s shoulders, causing him to hiss in the pain/pleasure of her nails. “Uhn! Spike…fuck! You feel…so big. Ungh!” Buffy muttered. Her brain was having serious trouble with working her mouth into speaking. Mostly it was very capable of producing moans and mewls from her, that Spike loved so much. She could feel the pleasure building in her stomach, when a though floated through her mind. How long would I be able to hold off on my orgasm? She thought to herself. But then that thought was forgotten when Spike changed back into his human guise and leaned forward and caught one of her bouncing breasts. Buffy moaned and leaned back. Then she gasped and lost all train of thought at the new angle.

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Spike couldn’t seem to get enough of Buffy. Especially when she started to move on her own. He watched her as her breasts bounced in time with her. Up and down, up and down. They were making his mouth water wanting to taste those rosy, pink nipples.

Spike then couldn’t take it anymore. Having her bouncing up and down on his cock and watching her breasts bounce was killing him.

He changed back then leaned forward and captured one of the bouncing breasts in his mouth and started to suck fiercely on it. Then to add to the pleasure, he felt Buffy change the angle of his penetration. He was now just barely hitting her g-spot. He couldn’t help but groan around her breasts at that and feeling her inner walls started to squeeze him more.

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They were both getting closer to the edge, as they continued to move. Spike could hear Buffy’s heart speeding up with her impending orgasm.
Buffy could feel Spike’s balls just starting to tighten and knew he was close.

Spike then pulled back from her breasts and started to pound into her as hard and fast as he could from his position. Buffy was able to keep up with him and apply more force than he could.

When Buffy felt that she was going to fell over the edge she captured Spike’s lips in a savage kiss then pulled away abruptly and her whole body tensed. Spike vamped out and then bit into her neck as she hit her highest peak of her climax. She screamed his name over the blaring rock music.

The moment Spike tasted Buffy’s bloody on his tongue he lost it. He shouted her name around her neck and shot his cold, dead seed up into her warm womb as she milked his cock dry.

They continued to move against each other, but gently, to coax each other back to earth. Spike removed his fangs from her neck and licked them closed. He changed back and looked at Buffy. She gave him a heavenly smile. He knew she wasn’t down from her high yet. He claimed her lips in a calming and passionate kiss that Buffy happily returned.

Once they finally settled Buffy withdrew Spike from her. She stayed on his lip and just rested her head. “I’m going to sleep now.” She said. He smiled and kissed her forehead. “Okay, luv.” Spike then quickly returned his attention back to the road. Bloody hell! After all of that we didn’t even crash! Hell, we’re still on the right side of the road. He thought. Then his ego grew as he smiled. Damn, I’m good.

But as Spike was pumping up his ego more, he didn't realize that he was going 85 on a 65 road.

Earlier that day…..

“Carson!” Carson looked up and groaned when he saw the chief motioning for him. “What did you do now?” Carson looked at his desk buddy. “Nothing, yet.” He got up and walked between the metal desks and police officers to the chief's office.

He knocked on the door then entered. “You wanted to see me Chief?” Carson asked. “Yea, close the door and have a seat.” Carson closed the door and sat down. “How long you been on desk duty?” Chief asked. “Um, about 13 months, sir.” Carson answered. “How’s it working for you?” “Well…can I be frank?” Carson asked. Chief nodded. “It sucks. I’m sitting at that damn metal desk all day long. I’ve got this fucking badge and I don’t need it! I wanted to be a cop, sir. Not some…some damn Pencil Pusher.” Chief nodded. “Well, you wouldn’t be if you hadn't screwed up.” Carson groaned. Is that gonna haunt me the rest of my life? He thought.

“Chief that was an accident! I didn’t mean to hit the other patrol car, but I was chasing after the guy and he got in my way!” Carson said. Chief sighed and the room was quiet. They could hear phones ringing, papers being shuffled and the policemen outside the office. “I’m gonna give you chance, to redeem yourself Carson.” “Really?” “Yes. I had to pull some strings to do it, so if you screw up…you’re off the force. You understand me?” Carson nodded. “Yes, sir. I’ll do whatever it is you want. Hell, I’ll even do traffic duty for Morris.” Carson said, eagerly. Chief laughed. “No, nothing so dull. You’ll just be a regular police officer. Doing patrols, setting speed traps, answer 911 calls, things like that. Until you can prove yourself and then…then I’ll put you back on the Most Wanted team. Understand?” “Yes, sir!” Carson said. “Good, now get out of my face before I change my mind.” Carson jumped out of his chair and ran out of the office.

He searched through his desk drawers and grabbed his gun and badge. “Where are you off to in a hurry? Some cat got stuck in a tree?” Carson looked up at his desk buddy. “Suck me.” He said. He laughed. Carson rushed out of headquarters and into his car. He radioed in that he was on duty and was told to set up a speed trap on the interstate to Sunnydale.

A/N: Oh my God! I guess you guys can guess what’s going to happen now!

Present time………

Spike looked down at Buffy sleeping on his lap. Man this chit never creases to amaze me. My lil Firecracker. Spike thought. Spike looked at the time and could tell they would be in Sunnyhell in about 3 hours.

Buffy moaned a little in her sleep and wiggled. Spike groaned. They were still intimately attached and her wriggling like that would only…wake other things up. Buffy wriggled a little more. Spike clenched his jaw as he could feel himself getting hard again.

Buffy woke up when she felt something stretch inside of her. She glanced down and almost moaned at the site of her and Spike still attached. She wiggled and heard Spike groan. She couldn’t hold back the giggle that came.

“Bloody minx. You forget ‘m drivin’, luv?” Spike asked. “Nope.” Buffy squeezed her internal muscles around Spike’s cock. He cursed and growled at her. She giggled again. “’M drivin’, luv.” “You didn’t seem to mind before.” Buffy said. “I almost crashed twice.” He said.

“Well then my idea will work.” She said.

“Idea?” he asked. She smiled. Buffy sat up and used his shoulders as leverage as she lifted herself off of him. They both groaned at the loss. Buffy then turned herself around so she was facing out the window. “Ta da!”

Spike raised an eyebrow. “And this is gonna help…how?” he asked. “Well, I’m still bored. And since someone can’t keep their eyes on the road….”

“Kinda hard to keep my eyes on the road, when I have a hot, wet Slayer bouncin’ on my cock.” Spike said. Buffy turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. “Pig.” She said. He grinned.

“So this plan of yours, I fuck you from behind while you watch the road?” he asked. “No! Not like that!” Buffy thought a moment. “Okay, just like that, but not the way you said it.” He chuckled. “I like this plan.” “Good.”

Spike kissed along her neck up to her ear. “So I’m in complete control now, huh?” he nipped her ear. Buffy shuddered at his voice. “Uh-huh.” “Good.” He growled.

“Grab the wheel and hold on tight.” Buffy grabbed the wheel. Spike reached his hand down at the bottom of the seat and moved the seat back some to get more room.

Spike then ran his hands soothingly up and down her thighs. Buffy sighed and was going to close her eyes until Spike pinched her nipple. “Ah!” “Not so easy, now is it?” Spike asked in her ear. Buffy clenched her jaw and stared straight ahead.

Spike then reached down in front of her and quickly pulled his pants down to his ankles. “Put you foot on the gas.” He said. Buffy’s bare foot slid over his as he removed his foot and planted his feet firmly on the ground of the car. “You should’ve never started this.” He purred in her ear. Buffy rubbed her head against the side of his face. “Why not?” she whispered. Spike smirked. Spike placed his cool, left hand flat against her warm skin, right under her breasts, and trailed it slowly down to her sex. Buffy’s eyes opened wider as his fingers skimmed over her sex and went to her inner right thigh.

“Sp-Spike…please.” She moaned. “Please what, luv?” he asked. He moved his hand to her butt and squeezed her cheeks firmly. She moaned again. “Please…just fuck me.” He grinned. “Well since you asked….”

Spike lifted her up and used his free hand to position his cock at her moist center. Then he pulled her down slowly. Letting his cock enter her inch-by-agonizing-inch. Until all eight inches was in her. “Ahhh, Spike.” Buffy sighed.

Spike ran his hands up and down her thighs again, but this time pulling them apart slightly, making sure her foot was still on the gas pedal. Neither of them paid attention to the fact that they were going over 90.

Spike grabbed Buffy’s hips lightly and pulled her up and down on his cock slowly. Buffy moaned and pleaded with him. She tried to squeeze his cock off, but Spike was on to her. Buffy tightened her grip on the steering wheel as her eyes fluttered closed. “Eyes open.” He growled in her ear as he gripped her hips tighter. Buffy gasped and her eyes flew open again.

“Spike…stop teasing me.” He grinned. “But it’s the best part, pet.” Spike said, kissing along her neck.

As they continued to barrel down the road. They past a huge advertising billboard trying to sell some Jack Daniels, and behind the billboard sat the very anxious and young Officer P. Carson. Waiting to begin his patrol. He had his speed gun set up on the side of the window and was just waiting.

He’d been waiting for about two hours and thought that maybe today wasn’t his lucky day until…. VRRROOOOOMMMM!!! He jumped up and looked at his speed gun quickly. “105, yes!” He quickly started his car and sped after the black blur. He was able to catch up to the car in a few minutes. Man he’s haulin’ it! He thought. He turned his sirens on. He frowned as their sped never faltered, but sped up. Maybe they didn’t hear it. He ‘whooped’ the siren…nothing. He did it several more times. Then he got his foghorn and leaned out the window. “THIS IS THE POLICE!!!! PULL OVER NOW!!!!” Still nothing. We’ve got a runner. He put the foghorn down.

He reached forward and grabbed his mini walkie-talkie for the radio. He radioed in HQ. “Uh, command I have a speeder that’s not stopping. We’re heading Southeast on the interstate to Sunnydale. I clocked them at 105 and they’re picking up speed. Suspect as no plates visible and is in a 1950’s black Desoto…recently done up. I’m gonna need some back up from Sunnydale.” Command responded and told him to proceed and that back up was on the way. He replaced the walkie and sat back. “Perfect way to start of me day.” He said with a grin. He turned the volume up on his sirens and chased after the Desoto.

A/N: Fun, fun! Can’t wait to see what happens next? ME EITHER!!! :D

A call went out to a lot of units in a 100 mile radius that Officer Carson needed back-up and a road block for a suspect going 105 mph and keeping up speed. Over 20 units responded and over 25 moved out to help Carson. Carson got radio consolation. He was so happy. He hoped that this would be his big break and he’d be put back on the Most Wanted team.

Carson kept the Desoto in site. He tried to see who was inside, but the windows were tinted, black. He looked at his computer and the Desoto came up under the owner of William James Rayne III, Alias; Spike. He radioed in his information to command and they told all other units. Carson was starting to wonder what in the world was going on in that car that the person didn’t respond to him and didn’t see at least 10 units coming towards them.

Spike was torturing Buffy…at least in her opinion. Spike was thrusting in and out of her as slow and as deep as he could. Buffy kept releasing and gripping the steering wheel in her hands. Her eyes kept fluttering and when they closed Spike would stop what he was doing until the opened them again.

“Told you, luv…not as easy,(grunt), as it looks.” Buffy moaned and rolled her head back. Spike’s voice was very low and sounded strained. He kept his hold on her hips with a bruising grip.

Spike leaned forward and let his fangs drop, but didn’t change. He scraped one fang along her neck and Buffy gasped and closed her eyes. At that moment the units were 100 yards away and speeding along toward them on the opposite side. As they got closer their sirens got louder, but then Spike brought his hand around and tweaked her clit. Buffy yelped loudly and the units passed them. “Open those eyes, Slayer.” Spike growled. She opened her eyes and didn’t see anything. “Spike…please…harder.” Buffy begged. “I don’t know. You seem to have trouble keeping your eyes open at this pace.”

“Spike! You’re killing me!” He grinned. “That’s the point.” Spike said, with a smirk.

“Spike….” Buffy moaned. He grinned. “Shhh, luv. I’ve got you.”

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Wolfram and Hart, L.A., Angel’s office……..

Angel was sitting behind his desk, bored. Usually Mondays were full of action, but not today. He looked at his watch and sighed. There was a knock on his door. “Come in.” He sat up as his colleagues came in.

“Is it us, or is it boring around here?” Cordelia asked. “It’s not just you.” Angel said. “Oh, thank God!” Gunn said. He went across the room and sat down on the couch. Fred joined him. Cordelia went over his Angel’s wall and pressed something. Suddenly a huge TV screen flips from the wall. “How’d you do that?” Angel asked getting up. “You haven’t read the plan for your office?” Wesley asked. “No.” Cordelia rolled her eyes. “Sad. Well we all have TVs in our offices, but yours is the biggest.” She turned it on.

Lorne came in at that time. “So this is where you’re all hiding.” He said, closing the door. “Hey, Lorne.” Fred. “Hey, what’s wrong?” “We’re bored.” Gunn said. “Yea, I’m with you on that one, honey. The entertainment business is on a stand still and I have nothing to do.” Lorne said. “Well you can join us.” Wesley said. “Gladly.” Lorne sat on the other couch. “So what are we watching?” Angel asked. “Um…I guess the news. See if we can get any action that way.” Cordelia said flipping the channels. She stopped on a new station and they all stepped back and watched it.

They kept watching the news for about an hour, hoping that something would hap-

“This just in! We have live footage from our air-reporter James. James, are you there?” The screen switches over to an over view of a road. “Yea, I’m here!” James called over the noise of the helicopter. “James, can you tell us what’s going on?” asked the female news reporter from the station.

“Um, yes. I’m here in the helicopter over looking a massive car pursuit on the interstate to Sunnydale.” James informed them.

“Ha! What idiot got caught now?” Cordelia asked.

“Now if we move the camera…there! You can see what looks like almost every cop from Sunnydale and about 10 from L.A. is chasing after this car. We were able to hear, from the police scanners, that the suspect seems to be intoxicated because they are having difficultly staying on the road.” James said.

“Well, James how did this all start?” asked the female newscaster. “Well, from what I understand, that a officer on patrol who we believe to be Officer Carson, set up a speed trap as the suspect came speeding by going at least 105 mph. Then Carson dropped in behind the suspect, flashed his lights and called out, but no respond came, only an increase in speed.” James said.

“Wow. Are their any more details about this?” asked the male newscaster. “Um, yes! Yes! We were just informed that the car is a black 1950’s Desoto…”

“Oh man! I bet Spike would be going crazy if something happened to that car.” Gunn said. “Yea, Spike is a bit crazy about his old cars.” Angel said. “Doesn’t Spike own a Desoto?” Fred asked.

“…that has been recently updated. Police also ran the plates on the car and I’m just waiting now for the information to be released.” James finished. “James, do you think we can have a look at the car?” asked the female newscaster. “Um, sure thing Meagan!” They watched as the view of the 30something cops went away to about four and the black Desoto.

“Wouldn’t it be cool if that was Spike, being an ass?” Gunn said. Angel was silent as the others laughed. “Wait a minute.” Angel leaned closer to the screen. “What’s wrong, Angelcakes?” Lorne asked.

“Okay, we were just informed that the Desoto is owned by a William James Rayne III, a.k.a. …Spike. And since there is no report of this car being stolen the police are guessing that this suspect is this ‘Spike’ guy.” James said.

“No way.” Cordelia said. Angel rushed to his office door and opened it. “Harmony, get me Giles and Joyce on the phone now!” Angel called. Harmony jumped and went to work getting the calls.” Angel closed the door and went over to his desk. He saw his phone light up on lines 1 and 2. He pressed them both and put them on speaker. “Hello?” Angel said. “Um, hello. Who is this?” Giles asked. “Rupert?” “Joyce?” “Yes, wh-what’s going on?” she asked. “I’m getting ready to explain that.” Angel said. “Angel?” they asked in unison. “I need both of you to turn on the news. Now, please.” He heard them move then…. “Good Lord, is that really Spike?” Giles asked. “Oh my God! Buffy!” Joyce said. “Angel what’s going on?” Giles asked. “I know only as much as you do. Stay on the line and continuing watching.” “What could they be doing to run from the cops?” Joyce asked.

Angel couldn’t stop himself from saying the next sentence. “Knowing Spike, only one thing.” They both gasped. Angel went back over to the TV to finish watching the news.

“How long has the pursuit being happening?” the male newscaster asked. “From what I’ve been told I’d say around 2 hours. Sunnydale cops are putting up road blocks about 100 miles from Sunnydale.” James said. “And how far is the suspect from the road block?” “I’d say no more than 30 minutes. But at his speed…15.”

Interstate to Sunnydale, Spike’s car…….

“SPIKE!” Spike chuckled. “What’s the matter, luv?” he asked. “P-please…I,(moan), need to come!” Buffy begged.

“You sure, luv? ‘Cause I’m not ready.” Spike said. He knew it wasn’t true, but Buffy was too far gone to even notice. Spike was using every amount of control he had ever learned throughout the years to keep from pilling himself inside of her.

“Spike, please!” Buffy whined. He smirked.

His hand went down between her legs, where they were joined, and tweaked her clit. “Ah!” Her hand left the wheel and came up to wrap around Spike’s neck. “Spike…please….” “Alright, kitten.” Spike grabbed her hips and sped up the tempo of his thrusts. Buffy grunted on each thrust and Spike grunted as her muscles squeezed his dick.

“Come!” Spike growled. And Buffy did. She came hard, screaming his name until her throat hurt. Spike roared her name as he spilled himself inside her heated womb. Spike gripped her hips even harder in his grasp and completely messed up the rhythm of his thrusts has he tried to prolong their highs. Buffy gritted her teeth and gripped the steering wheel with one hand as hard as she could, making it dent in her hands. Finally Spike was spent. He went completely limp behind her as Buffy was motionless on top of him. They stayed that was for a long time, trying to come back to the world.

Just when it seemed as if they were going to stay on Cloud Nine forever something caught Spike’s ear and Buffy’s eye. She relentlessly lifted her head up from Spike’s shoulder and saw lights flashing in the distance. She groaned and leaned back. “Spike, I think there’s an accident ahead.” No wonder I heard sirens. Spike thought. He groaned too. “Fuck….” He sighed. “Alright, come on, luv.” Spike sat up and helped Buffy detached herself from him, but not without a groan of protests from them. Buffy and Spike quickly redressed and righted themselves. Buffy then turned the radio off and that’s when they heard, what sounded like, 100 sirens. “Holy shit!” Buffy looked out through the back window. “What’s with all the cops?” she asked. Spike shrugged. “Hell if I know.” Spike said looking in his side mirror.

“THIS IS THE POLICE!!!! PULL THE CAR OVER NOW!!!!! THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING!! PULL THE DAMN CAR OVER!!!” Spike looked at Buffy and they both had the same expression. ‘Oh shit!’ “I think you should pull over.” Buffy said. Spike gave her a ‘duh’ look.” Spike slowed down, and that’s when he saw his speed. “Bloody hell.” He cursed. “What?” Buffy asked. “You know we’ve been going over 100 mph.” Her eyes got wide. “What?!” “Fuck.” He pulled over onto the side of the road.

“TURN THE CAR OFF AND TOSS THE KEYS OUT ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD!!!” An amplified voice commanded. “Buggerin’ hell.” Spike turned the car off and tossed his keys out. “SHOW YOUR HANDS OUTSIDE OF THE WINDOW AND GET OUT OF THE CAR!!!” Spike looked at Buffy. “Come out on my side.” She nodded. Spike did as he was told and came out. But just as the cop was getting ready to voice another command Buffy slipped out with her hands up as well. “This is a mistake!!! We didn’t do anything!” Buffy yelled toward the 30something cops. “TURN AROUND AND GET ON YOUR KNEES WITH YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD!!!” “Listen! We didn’t do anything wrong!” Buffy said. “Pet, I don’t think they see it that way.” “Well I’m not going to jail.” She said. “GET ON THE GROUND NOW!!!! OR WE WILL USE FORCE!!!” That’s when they noticed all of the cops pointing their guns at them. “Oh, shit.” Buffy said.

Back in L.A. in Angel’s office………

“It seems that the car is finally pulling over!” James announced.

“Angel what’s going on?” Joyce asked from the phone. “Oh man! Is Buffy going to get arrested?!” Faith asked with glee. “Faith!” Giles and Joyce said. “What? It’s not like you’re all not thinking the same thing.” She said. Angel sighed. “Either way this isn’t going to be good.”

“Oh, looks like the suspect is getting out the car and-wait a minute. Someone else is with him! A blonde female has stepped out of the car after him.” James reported. “Female? Did the cops know about another suspect?” Meagan asked. “No they didn’t. The windows are tinted black, they couldn’t see inside the car.” “What’s going to happen next?” the male newscaster asked. Well, Ryan, I have no clue. The cops should be commanding them to get down, but it doesn’t look like they’re moving.” James said.

“Please, don’t do anything stupid.” Angel chanted softly with his eyes closed.

“It looks like the suspects are refusing to get down! Cops have come forward with their guns drawn and-oh, oh!!! They just tackled them to the ground!!!!!” James yelled. Angel opened his eyes. “Yes, the cops have taken matters into their own hands and have tackled the two suspects to the ground, but it looks like their putting up a good fight!” “How many cops are there?” Ryan asked. “Um, looks like 3 on the man and 5 on the woman. Okay, okay. Now the cops have the suspects under control. The cops look a little winded from the two suspects.” James said with a light chuckle. “The cops are leading them back to the cars and putting them in what seems to be Carson’s patrol car.” James said. “Wow. This has been one interesting event.” Meagan said. “Yes, it has! And from what I hear, new stations all over the world are broadcasting this because there are about four other copters out here with us.” James said. “Well continue on and we’ll be back after this break.” Ryan said. Then the station when to a commercial.

“This is not good.” Giles said. “No it’s not.” Angel agreed.

Somewhere in South America, military base camp…….

“Riley what’s wrong?” Same asked.

She thought it was odd, coming into their quarters to find her husband standing with the remote in his hand and looking at the TV with his jaw dropped.

“Riley? What’s going on?” Sam asked again, placing a hand on her husband’s shoulder. “Buffy and Spike just got arrested for going over 125 mph.” Riley said, still not sure if what he saw was true. “What?” She asked looking at the TV. She snatched the remote and flipped through the channels an-

“Oh my God! This can’t be real!” Sam said as she was watching the arrest on another station. That’s definitely Spike and Buffy. Oh, God now what? Sam thought. “When’s the next flight out to North America?” Riley asked, still looking at the TV. Sam turned to her husband. “Why?”

Tbc….

A/N: HA! You know I had to leave it somewhere so know you all have to wait to see what happens next! Te squeal to this is going to be called, ‘Jail Time’, so keep a weather eye out.