Buffy came back from work to a surprisingly silent house. She looked around, but everyone seemed to be upstairs, talking and listening to music in the afternoon sun. She shrugged and went to the basement to her daily chore of releasing the resident vampire.

Spike was sitting on the cot, reading, and raised his head as she entered. She smiled at him, grabbing the shackles key from the shelf by the door. Unsure what will happen, she also locked the door quietly behind her.

"Honey, how was the office?", he smirked as she came closer, then grabbed her hand and pulled her down for a kiss. She probed herself against the wall, and as the kiss prolonged, a short moan escaped her. God, why was she so powerless against him? How did he break her down so easily, when all she was supposed to do was shut down and do her job?

"Boring", she finally answered, pulling away from him, but staying within his arm's reach. "How about you?"

"Even more", he replied cheekily, blue eyes drilling into her. "And I'm still myself." There was some time left before sunset, right?

She crouched down before him, resting her hands on his knees, the position so relaxed and intimate he swallowed an astonished gasp. "What are you reading?"

"Red brought me something to make up for missing my soap", he explained, showing her the cover and gently petting strands of hair framing her face. "Dark magicks. Quite captivating."

"Hmm", she leaned into his touch, setting the book aside. "Tonight activities might pale in comparison. I'll need you to mock-fight the girls."

"Bet you'll make it worth my while", he sneered, leaning down to her, only to be restrained by the chains. She looked up, a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

"Pet?", he asked, only guessing her thoughts. "What do you want to do?"

She swiftly reached behind him, tucking a stake from her waistband into the chain holes, shortening it even further. "Something I was thinking about all day", she replied, looking at him lustily, surprising both of them with her boldness. "You game?"

"Come to me", he urged, and she sat in his lap, kissing him. He could only hold her with one hand, the movement shortening the bond on his other one, and he groaned at the sensation. The closeted Slayer-dominatrix kink was definitely appealing.

She kissed a trail down his neck, kneeling before him as her hands worked on his belt. All this for a soul, or was the stress really getting to her?

He gasped as she released him from his pants, then looked straight at him as she took him into her mouth, slowly opening up her throat to reach the base of his shaft. He watched, captivated, as she licked and sucked, hands pressed to the floor, doing things with her tongue he didn't recall from earlier. He couldn't reach her head if he wanted to, so he just grabbed the edges of the cot, losing himself in the sensation, letting her take over his pleasure, have her fun, testing new techniques, teasing him before quickening up the pace.

"Buffy, love", he moaned with difficulty as she bobbed her head, taking him incredibly deep. "Unless you want this to be over right this minute, you need to come up."

She slowed down and replaced her mouth with her soft hands, spreading her hot saliva over his swollen head. It wasn't helping.

"Has it been that long?", she taunted, moving up and straddling him, all beige and proper. He moved to grab her and growled as the chains stopped him inches from her chest.

"You're really asking for it", he muttered, watching her stand up and slowly unzip her trousers. Tight suit pants and her light jacket fell down, but she kept her peep-toe heels on, sitting against him again, thin lace thong pushing on his erection. She moved against him slowly, undoing her blouse buttons, letting him enjoy the display of parts of her skin he already memorized, but loved just the same every time they appeared before him.

The blouse didn't come off completely and she straddled him with the lace bra still on, then reached down, moved her panties aside and guided him inside her, moving down in a hellishly slow stride as he held his breath. It was simply cruel as all he could reach was her calf, and he leaned back, staring at her rising above him and going down again, her own personal ride, him a voiceless passenger, mesmerized by her face. She finally moved closer, letting him bury his face in her breasts, then held his hands as she kissed him and quickened the pace, groans stuck in his throat.

"Want you...", she mumbled into his ear, then tugged on his lobe and he was helpless, nuzzling her shoulder, kissing her neck until he came violently inside her, feeling her hands around him, her scent everywhere.

She held him until his breathing slowed down, then unlocked the shackles. Spike immediately shoved her down on the cot, holding her down and kissing her until she felt dizzy. And then they heard Dawn calling her sister's name from upstairs.

Buffy groaned from under him and he let her go hesitantly, zipping up his pants. She collected her clothes from the floor, dressed up quickly and combed her fingers through the disheveled hair to make it look presentable.

"What do you say?", she asked as he stood up beside her.

"Gorgeous", he hummed, locking his hands over her waist. "Won't fool anyone."

She let out a soft cry and Dawn called her name again, this time tugging on the basement door. She turned to walk up the stairs, Spike on her heels. She tried to untangle her hair again and opened the door, facing her irked sister.

"The door was locked." Dawn said accusingly, eyeing them sharply. "What were you doing down there?" Buffy sighed, defeated, only glad no one else was in the hall to witness it.

"My new vampire boyfriend", she replied and Spike suppressed a hiss. "Just don't go around telling people."

Dawn exhibited a similarly stunned expression. "Y-you guys are back together? And it's hush-hush again?"

Buffy closed the basement door and made one last attempt to fix her hair, then gave up. "It's... not really a secret. Can't keep one in this house, anyhow." Spike stood by her side, grinning like an idiot. "I just don't want to make a big deal out of it."

"Yeah, no chance at that", Dawn giggled devilishly. "Anyways, Kennedy was asking what she should bring to the outing tonight. And I can only promise to try not to gossip", she added, then turned to look at Spike. "Also, I'm never painting your nails again", she stated and ran up to her room. Spike chuckled.

"And the secret it out", he teased, putting his chin on her shoulder. She swatted him away, straightening her jacket.

"That doesn't mean Slayer Central turns into Slut Central", she barked, moving away from him. "So keep it down and meet me out front, I'll round up the girls." She turned and marched up the stairs. Spike laughed and went out to the porch for a cigarette, taking in the evening glow.