A/N: This chapter deals with recreational drug use portrayed in a pleasant light, so if that bothers you, sorry, skip it I guess. So so so so sorry about the wait. Moving and birthdays and stress make for no writing, but I’m all settled and aged now, so I should get back to normal. Thanks so much for all the reviews, please continue, I hope the wait didn’t cause everyone to abandon this.

-Bob Dylan, Rainy Day Women #12 & 35

It was the day before everyone was leaving for Woodstock, and the home they all shared could more accurately be described as an insane asylum. Buffy hadn't realized that the rest of her housemates were just as big into procrastination as she was until everyone woke up moaning and groaning that morning about having to pack in just and take care of all their affairs in one day.

It seemed the only person even remotely responsible was Willow who had cancelled their paper delivery and taken care of the mail. Spike ran about their room, well really his room, but Buffy had basically moved in over the past few weeks and only a few things and her furniture were left in her old room, he couldn't manage to sit still and plan out his packing. He could walk back and forth fifty times between the same place only moving one thing at a time because he couldn't seem to organize it in his head. After his tenth refusal to do things the easy way Buffy gave up and went to see Willow and Tara.

By six o'clock that evening, they were pretty much set and Buffy was glad of that. She had some important questions for the couple and with Spike preoccupied with his clothes, Buffy could get away without him really noticing.

She knocked on their door softly and they invited her in sitting her on the bed between them.

"So I guess you two know then?"

Willow barely restrained herself from bouncing on the bed. "Yep, I think Spike told Xander, and he can't keep a secret for the life of him, besides, we all had to know who owed who money."

"What?"

Tara shook her head as Willow glanced down at her lap sheepishly. "Please don't tell me everyone was betting on my sex life."

One look at them both and Buffy sighed. "This place is insane, is nothing sacred?"

Tara grinned and placed a hand on Buffy's arm. "No, not really, especially not when it comes to sex, you did happen to choose the person that everyone's most concerned about right now to be with as well, that kind of means something too."

Willow's vibrating reached its peak and finally she began fully bouncing. "But we know that's not what you're here to talk about, so spill, what are the plans, or is that what you need to ask?"

Buffy fidgeted with the comforter. "I'm just not exactly sure how to go about it."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I mean, we both said that it would be on this trip, and let me tell you, we're more than ready.. It's just, we've waited this long, all because we wanted it to be perfect, and now I'm not sure what perfect is. Do I plan something? Is he planning something? Should it just be spontaneous? What if we're interrupted? What if it's not perfect? I mean he's probably-"

Tara put a firm hand on Buffy's shoulder and turned her to face her. "Buffy, calm down. You two have been trying so hard to make everything work, and you've succeeded. You've made Will happier than I've ever seen him. He practically shouted it from the rooftops the morning after you told him you loved him. You really can't go wrong, because when it happens between you two, I know it's going to be explosive. If the sounds coming from your guys' room all the time are any indication, that is."

Buffy took a deep breath and nodded.

"Besides," Willow added, "Spike loves you more because of you than because of anything else, including the sex. He's placing a lot of weight on this moment, you both are, that's because it's a huge step, but you guys seem to know your way around, and you love each other, you just need to decide what makes you the most comfortable."

"That's the problem, I just don't know. I want him to see that this time is different from any other."

She avoided Tara's gaze, but her friend continued to stroke her back softly. "Buffy, I know I'm part of the reason this is such a trial, so you don't have to pretend. I really want it to be different for him to, good for him."

"Well, do you think he likes the whole seduction approach?"

"Do you?"

Buffy shrugged. "I guess, I mean, yeah, I'd like to let him know that I went to some work to make it special, but I'm afraid we'll get there and I won't be able to keep my hands off of him. We just said Woodstock, we didn't specify a time."

Tara and Willow grinned at each other over Buffy's head. They remembered how hard it was to keep away from each other once the burden of perfect timing was gone. "I think you'll be ok. Just focus on getting there, helping Spike pack is always a chore, and we'll take care of the you not jumping him the second we're off the plane, ok?"

Buffy smiled at Willow and squeezed her hand. "Ok, self-control, here I come. I'm glad you guys are here to help."

"Any time... just please, keep it in the bedroom, I've seen Spike in ways no sister should have to see her brother one too many times. I have faith you have more tact than Anya."

Buffy stood. "Tact, check."

***

Buffy and Spike had no time to discuss much about the trip before falling into an exhausted heap at two in the morning. They shifted and flopped to get comfortable before Spike buried his face in Buffy's hair and started to snore. Buffy didn't have any time to be disappointed as she was out only seconds behind him.

The next morning was a haze of half-asleep loading into a cab, sleeping on the way, more zombie like loading at the airport and then collapsing again into their seats in the plane. Spike and Buffy fastened themselves in then snuggled under a blanket falling back to sleep in the middle of the safety lecture.

Buffy awoke around noon as the plane was getting ready to land. She wrapped her arms more firmly around Spike's body and was almost asleep when she shifted and felt his sleepy-time hard on poking into her arm. She grinned at the contented look on his face and glanced around the cabin. They were in the very back of the plane with Anya and Xander in the seats across the aisle and Tara and Willow in front of them, and lucky for Spike, all asleep.

Buffy moved her hand to cover the bulge in his jeans and with her other hand pulled the blanket so that it covered them completely. She made a little coughing noise as she unzipped him and he stirred but didn't wake. She could feel his cock getting harder under her ministrations as she stroked him from top to bottom sweeping her thumb over the head on the down stroke.

The arm Spike had around her tightened suddenly and she knew he was awake. He didn't open his eyes but let his head fall over to rest on her shoulder, his mouth next to her ear.

"Naughty, naughty," he whispered, causing a pool of moisture between her legs.

His hand moved to the seam of her jeans but she shook her head. "Not enough time, just let me take care of you." She could feel his pout against her cheek and she smiled. "Make it up to me later."

He nodded and his hand slid from between her legs to cover her smaller hand around his dick. He squeezed and gasped into her ear. "Fuck, Buffy..." They stroked him together hard but slow and he had trouble controlling his breathing. She loved having him at her mercy like this, but she knew he loved it more.

"Yes, baby, harder, fuck.... Gonna make you scream later, make love to you all night, never gonna let you outta bed." He bit her earlobe, more to keep from moaning than anything. He loved guiding her movements, their fingers entwined around his straining cock, and the thought of what he was going to do when they finally got to the house was making it harder for him not to thrust into their fists while pumping without abandon.

They moved their hands faster as the plane began to descend and the fasten seatbelt sign came on. "Please, baby, please..." Buffy pulled back and grinned before kissing him lightly. Her other hand reached under the blanket to gather some of his precum on her finger. She brought it to her lips and sucked it off in the sexiest way she knew how.

His eyes closed and he threw his head back. "Now, Buffy, oh fuck, now!" She grabbed some tissues from the pouch in the seat in front of her and pumped his cock twice more before he exploded.

He kissed her hard and left her gasping before he helped her to clean him off and tuck him back in. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close kissing every inch of flesh he could fine. "You're bloody amazing love, just bloody perfect."

Buffy kissed him softly then settled her head against his shoulder. "Just wait til I get you in bed tonight."

He moved her hand to the newly hardening bulge in his pants. "More talk like that, sweets, and I won't be able to."

***

Giles was at the airport to pick everyone up with a rented van. Anya knew the second she woke up and saw Spike and Buffy with their, what she dubbed, "orgasm smiles" on, that something had gone down on the plane. Of course, neither would give her the satisfaction of an admission.

Spike let Buffy sit next to the window on the drive, pointing out some placed he and Willow would frequent whenever they came back. The scenery was breathtaking, especially for someone who had never been off the West coast and seen real snow in action in the trees and mountains. Buffy loved it, and she loved Spike’s commentary, she had a feeling this was going to be one hell of a trip.

***

The second everyone had been settled and Spike and Buffy had tentatively started into a little of the payback Spike had promised, Willow and Giles called everyone downstairs for dinner. Spike slumped against Buffy, his head on her bare stomach.

“I really think, pet, that we are doomed to never catch a bloody break.”

Buffy giggled and ran her fingers through his hair. “Soon enough, baby, I’m not letting anything get in the way when the time comes. They’ll have to break down the door and pry me off of you once we really get started.”

Spike grinned and began kissing his way up her body, paying much attention to her straining nipples. “Wanna see if they’ll actually do it?”

Buffy moaned but forced herself to pull his head up. “Not before dinner, your Dad and Willow made it special for the first night, I’ll feel bad.”

Spike pouted for a second but then kissed her quickly and rolled off to find his shirt while she buttoned up her own. He finally found it and pulled it on before hauling her off the bed.

“Eat fast.”

***

Spike didn’t seem so rushed once everyone began eating and Buffy was glad. She liked being here with everyone, it really felt like family and she missed that feeling more than she cared to admit. Spike and Willow bickered as only siblings can and Xander was continually embarrassed by Anya’s detailed descriptions of some of their more intimate moments, including some of the really amusing times when things didn’t go exactly as planned for them.

Anya didn’t mention any moments with Spike, and Buffy wasn’t sure if that was because Giles didn’t know about that particular arrangement, or that she had actually remembered to use some tact and didn’t want to hurt Buffy.

They finished dinner and Willow and Xander brought out some pie for dessert along with some tea and more wine. Spike kept his hand on Buffy’s leg under the table, tracing patterns on her inner thigh with his thumb in a way that kept her on a slow burn for him.

Occasionally he’d lean over to whisper something naughty or otherwise in her ear, but either way, his mouth that close and his warm breath on her neck were making it impossible to not crave him in a bad way. She was sure he knew it, and she was even surer that she didn’t need to retaliate in any way for him to be as tortured as she was.

The look in his eyes was enough to tell her everything.

After dessert everyone seemed to be under silent agreement to start putting on their coats and going outside to the backyard. Buffy pulled Spike aside and he grinned pinning her against the wall in the darkened hallway.

“Good dinner, pet?” he asked, ducking to begin licking and biting at her neck.

“Mmm...” Buffy was momentarily brain dead as his mouth turned her from slow, soft burn, to completely on fire. She managed to break through the lusty haze and push him back a bit. “Wait, I mean... What is everyone doing?”

Spike looked back and saw that everyone had already made their way outside. “Oh, got a surprise, luv. Kind of a tradition, you don’t have to participate if you don’t want.”

“What is it?”

He grinned and kissed her softly. “Wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, would it?”

Buffy eyed him warily but allowed him to slip her coat on and wrap her scarf around her neck. He grabbed her hand and pulled her outside toward a small building. As she got closer she could see it was a greenhouse, now she was really confused.

Spike stopped her just outside and turned to face her. “If anything makes you uncomfortable, pet, we can leave, yeah? Just tell me, and no one’s gonna think less of you.”

“Now I’m really intrigued.”

He wrapped his arms around her from behind and pushed open the door. “Hope you’ll be really pleased.”

They stepped inside and the door shut behind them. Buffy saw the whole group gathered in a circle on the far side gesturing for them to join. She still didn’t understand until she looked around and noticed what kind of plants they were growing in this greenhouse.

“You grow weed here?”

Spike faced her, trying to gauge her reaction. “Yeah, kind of a nice after dinner thing, y’know?”

Buffy could tell he was really worried about her reaction and she eased his fears with a kiss. “I’m not mad or freaked or anything, just surprised.”

“You didn’t tell her what we were doing?” Anya yelled from the back.

Spike looked sheepish. “Thought it’d be an interesting surprise.”

“William, she could feel very pressured, son.”

Buffy realized then that Giles was there too, before she’d even had a toke her mind was blown.

Spike saw the surprise on her face and couldn’t help but laugh, he’d been pretty shocked too when his dad hadn’t reprimanded he and Willow for their cultivation and instead joined them.

“I don’t know if you’ve ever smoked, but you don’t-”

“I haven’t,” she said interrupting him. “But I think now’s as good a time as any to start.” She pulled him with her into the circle next to Giles and smiled at the faced around her. Spike pulled her close to him and kissed her neck before taking the pipe from Willow and handing it to Buffy.

“Greens for greens, sweet.”

“I dont’ know-”

Spike stood behind her and placed the mouth of the pipe at her lips. “Lemme show you. I’ll light it for you, just suck until you feel a little burning at the back of your throat, then take your finger off this hole here and suck it all in.”

“That’s all?”

“Well, hold your breath until you can’t and then exhale. And you might cough, but don’t worry, I’ve got you.”

Anya rolled her eyes at him. “Stop trying to be romantic and just light it already.”

Spike glared at her and looked at Buffy who nodded and placed her lips on the pipe. As she had no experience with any kind of smoking she sucked in a bit much and did cough a little, but Spike patted her back and they all cheered as she let out a huge cloud of smoke.

She smiled back with watery eyes and handed the pipe to Spike. He took a long hit and exhaled the biggest cloud of smoke Buffy had ever seen come out a person. He smiled at the look on her face and shrugged. “Lots of practice, baby.”

He handed it Giles and Buffy would have been watching in fascination as the older man took a very British hit if Spike hadn’t been doing something amazing involving his tongue and her ear. When the pipe made its way back to them, Buffy was little more than a quivering pile of lust in Spike’s arms, and not a little giggly.

The entire top few feet of the greenhouse were full of smoke and everyone was feeling the effects to a certain extent. Buffy as a newbie was a little higher than everyone else, but no one was really paying attention. All the couples were a little more affectionate, and Giles was more than amusing Buffy with his attempts at cleaning his glasses with Willows shirt sleeve.

“C’mere, luv,” Spike whispered as he turned her in his arms so that she was facing him. “Wanna try something new?”

“I think this is the night for that, don’t you?” She rubbed her hips against him to let him know she wasn’t just talking about the little greenhouse expedition.

“Again with the romancing the girl thing, either take a hit or pass it on.”

Xander smiled dreamily at Anya and pulled her closer to him. “Nice to see some things never change, Ahn.” She turned and grinned back at him before kissing him soundly.

Spike rolled his eyes and then looked back down at Buffy. “I’m gonna take a hit, then I’m gonna kiss you and you’re gonna take a hit from me, get it?”

Buffy nodded and smiled. Spike lit up and then bent to capture Buffy’s lips in a deep kiss. Some smoke escaped the out the sides but Buffy caught on quick and managed to get most of it. They broke the kiss when Buffy needed to exhale and she giggled.

“Like that, pet?”

She nodded. “It’s like those commercials where the people kiss with the icy stuff and then they blow out to cold air, you know what I mean?”

Spike smiled. “Yeah, baby, just like those.”

They kissed again and Buffy could feel just how excited everything had gotten Spike. She didn’t think he knew how hard he was pressing himself into her. She broke the kiss and turned around in his arms to face the others.

“Umm, Spike and I, we have to, uhh.... Well I was saying how I wanted to get up early and go look around, so we should probably get some sleep.”

Anya didn’t look impressed, Xander looked a little clueless, Tara and Willow were trying not to jump for joy, and Giles was trying not to look at them at all.

“Uhh, yeah, bye all.” Spike hauled Buffy out of the greenhouse and attacked her neck with kisses once they were outside.

“Could you tell, baby, just how hot you get me. Your little mouth, little hands, little body pressed up against mine. So fucking adorable with that pipe and your little coughs.”

Buffy couldn’t help but giggle at his rambling. “Let’s get upstairs, Romeo, before my little coughs tempt you to take me up against the greenhouse.”

“Yes, house good, bedroom better, bed, best... Buffy?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

She stopped and kissed him. “Come and show me how much.”

***