CHAPTER 4: SAFE HOUSE

"Ahh!" Spike jerked awake at the sound of a siren blasting in the house.

"Bloody hell!" He grumbled and stumbled off the couch in search of the source of the horrendous noise. It led him up the stairs and he winced as the noise got louder.

"Slayer!" He yelled through the door. No response.

"Slayer!" He yelled again and pounded on the door. He could hear movement and the door swung open to reveal a sleepy Slayer in flimsy pajamas, "What the hell are you yelling about?"
"Can't you hear the bloody siren?" Spike asked and Buffy frowned then glanced at the clock and rolled her eyes and went to turn her alarm off.

"That was an alarm clock?" Spike asked incredulously.

"Yes," Buffy snapped, "Now get out so I can change."

Spike scoffed, "Like I want to see your skinny self." And turned to go down the stairs.

He wasn't going to think about the Slayer like that anymore. It had just been from missing Drusilla. Yeah, he was just missing his Dru and cause of that soddin' bond.

Buffy slipped into her favorite skirt and tank top and brushed out her hair. With a few touch-ups to cover any dark circles, Buffy was ready to face the evil school.

She quietly made her way down the stairs trying to pinpoint through the bond exactly where Spike was, and turned to go into the kitchen when she ran into something hard.

"Oof," She gasped and stumbled back.

"Watch where you're going Slayer," Spike snarled.

"Me? This is my house!" Buffy shot back.

Spike clenched his jaw to prevent himself from hitting the stupid blonde girl, "I need to eat."

Buffy folded her arms across her chest, "I'll go to the butcher this afternoon,"

"I'm not drinking that pig shit."

"Tough. If you're staying here, you're not eating people." Buffy informed him.

"Bloody hell, I don't want to stay here you daft bint!" Spike practically yelled.

"So you'd rather get all dusty?" Buffy asked.

Spike let out a low growl and narrowed his eyes.

Buffy shrugged, "Fine, don't eat but you're not killing anybody."

They glared at each other, waiting for someone to make the first move.

Then something seemed to shift and Buffy found herself remembering how he felt under her and how soft his lips looked…

Spike looked down at the petite blonde and focused in on her cherry red lips, so bloody lickable. Their heads slowly moved closer until their lips were once again millimeters from each other.

Briiing! Buffy jumped at the sound of the phone and they jumped away from each other. Buffy rushed to the phone and answered it.

"Hello?" She'd never been so happy to hear a phone ring and that was saying a lot for a red-blood American teenage girl.

"Hi honey," Her mother's warm voice made her smile.

"Hey mom, what's up?" Buffy asked.

"I was just calling to check in," Joyce said trying to sound casual but Buffy caught it.

"I was heading out the door right now," Buffy told her and Joyce let out a sigh of relief.

"Sorry, I didn't want to seem like the annoying mother, but I had to check, call it maternal instincts." Joyce said lightly.

"No problem, I'll talk to you later. I love you," Buffy said and hung up the phone.

"That your mum?"

Buffy jumped, she'd forgotten Spike was still in the room.

"Yeah, stay here and don't touch anything! I have to go to school." Buffy informed him and grabbed her bag and an apple.

"Slayers go to school?" Spike asked skeptically.

"This one does," Buffy replied before shutting the door.

Why was Spike so infuriating? And evil and stupid and hard in all the right places…Buffy shook her head, self get your mind out of the gutter.

Why had she stopped moving?

Buffy looked down at her feet and tried to move forward but something stopped her. Almost like it was pulling her back from behind. She frowned and hurled herself forward with all of her Slayer strength but her feet didn't budge. She felt like screaming. Great, now Snyder would have a reason to punish her, not to mention her mother. She couldn't move and something was pulling at her from behind; this had 'binding-spell-gone-wrong" written all over it.

Buffy muttered every curse she could think of as she angrily marched back to her house. Now how was she going to get to school? Bring Spike along?

She swung open the door and slammed it hard enough for the house to shake and went to the phone, hoping Giles had figured out how the library phone worked.

Spike could feel the anger pouring of the Slayer in waves from several feet away and went into the kitchen where he knew she was.

Spike smirked, "Didn't realize school was that short Slayer."

Buffy spun around to face him, her eyes narrowed and cheeks flushed with anger, "I can't get more than more than 50 feet from you. Literally."

Spike gaped at her, "What?"

Buffy ignored him as Giles answered his phone, "Hello?"

"Giles, it's me, we have a big problem. I can't be more than 50 feet from Spike. As in something stops my feet from moving."

"Good Lord," Giles breathed, "I didn't think this would be nearly so serious."

"Well I need to get to school; I can't worry about missing school on top of all this."

"Of course not, I'll send someone to pick you up," Giles agreed.

"What about Spike?" Buffy asked with a glare at the vampire.

"Well I suppose we have to bring him," Giles told her.

"I'm bloody well not going to that soddin' school!" Spike interjected.

Buffy sighed, "I need to go and you're coming with."

"Fuck no," Spike said, "I'm leaving. This whole thing is one big soddin' mess."

"And combust into flames?" Buffy asked with a raised eyebrow.

Spike growled, "Bugger."

"Giles I'll bring him with, sneak him in, and tie him up in the library," Buffy commanded.

"And put him where Buffy?" Giles asked slightly exasperated.

"I'm not being tied up; I'm not your bloody prisoner!" Spike roared.

"Actually you kinda are," Buffy told him and then replied to Giles, "We'll hide him in your office."

"Alright, someone will be there soon," Giles told her.

"Good, cause first period is gonna start in ten minutes," Buffy said and hung up the phone.

"Slayer, you're not tying me up. I've played your little game and now I'm a little tired of it. I may not be able to kill you, but I can bloody well kill your wee little friends," Spike threatened.

Buffy's face went void of any emotion as she slammed Spike into the fridge, "Do it and I swear you'll be fully undead when I chop of your body parts."

Spike didn't reply but the message was crystal clear.

Buffy sighed but didn't release her grip on Spike, "Listen, I hate you, you hate me. But until we get this fixed, I don't kill you and you don't kill."

"Fine," Spike spat, "We do this bloody truce for a week and then we go back to full out killing each other."

Buffy nodded, "Glad we understand each other," her voice hinted with sarcasm.

After a few seconds Buffy slowly let Spike go who just glared at her and rubbed his neck.

Buffy sat down at the kitchen chair and to her surprise Spike sat in the chair

"You're hungry," Spike commented and it took her a moment to remember that he could feel her emotions.

"You too," She said back and they sat in silence.

"So," Spike broke the quiet, "Who's comin' to take us to school?"

Buffy shrugged, "Giles'll find someone."

As soon as she finished her sentence there was an impatient knock at the door.

"Wow. Impressive," Buffy commented as she went to the door and opened it.

"Cordelia?" Buffy exclaimed.

Cordelia let out an annoyed sigh, "Yeah. Giles roped me into getting you. And by the way why am I picking you up? Cause you can walk…" she trailed off staring over Buffy's shoulder.

Buffy cringed as she knew what was coming.

"Oh my god, looks like loser Buffy finally got herself some," Cordelia said with a smirk.

"Huh?" Buffy blurted out. Where was the freaking out?

Cordelia just flashed a million-watt smile at Spike standing behind Buffy, "Hi, I'm Cordelia Chase."

Spike tilted his head and gave her a deadly smile, "Name's Spike."

Cordelia's eyes went wide and jaw slack, "Oh my god Spike's in your house?"

Buffy sighed, "Yeah, you noticed that too."

"Why the hell is there a very evil vampire in your house?" Cordelia asked, panicking.

"Long story but he's not gonna hurt us," Buffy explained while Cordelia stepped back from the door.

"Are you friggin' insane? He's a vampire, and not your soulful one!"

"Got that right," Spike interjected.

"Not helping," Buffy muttered.

Spike raised his eyebrow at her, "And I would out of the goodness of my heart?"

Buffy just shook her head and turned back to Cordelia, "Once again, long story, but we need to get to school."

Buffy threw a blanket at Spike and she and Cordelia went out to the car with Spike running behind them, blanket smoldering.

He threw himself in the car and crouched under the blanket letting out a stream of curses.

Buffy slid into the front seat and Cordelia started the car.

"Okay I helped you now you have to tell me why there's an evil vampire in my car,"

"Willow accidentally binded us together," Buffy explained.

"Willow's messing with the spells again? Remind me to stay out of her way." Cordelia said with a shudder.

"So now Spike and I are stuck together till next Wednesday," Buffy told her.

"Great, Giles is so gonna make me pick you up everyday. I'm so gonna get a rep for this." Cordelia said with a dramatic sigh.

Buffy resisted the urge to strangle the brunette and gave her a tight smile, "I'm sure I'll find someone else to give me a ride."

"What? You're not gonna help your fellow cheerleader in need?" Spike asked with mock-astonishment.

Cordelia snorted, "Please, Buffy a cheerleader? Maybe back in LA when she was guacamole queen, but at tryouts last year she totally threw Caitlin across the room."

"It was an accident, that evil witch lady put a curse on me! I wasn't myself," Buffy defended herself.

"Did you have the little ken boy? He dress you up in that outfit and play all sorts of naughty games?" Spike leered with his sexy (not sexy! She told herself) tongue/teeth thing.

"Shut up Spike," Buffy snarled making a face.

"Ew! Gross much?" Cordelia whined as she pulled into the school parking lot and to the library door where Giles was waiting.

"Thanks for the ride Cordelia," Buffy said through gritted teeth, "Come on Spike put your blankie on."

"Yeah whatever just get out I still have two minutes before 1st period." Cordelia said.

Buffy rolled her eyes and went to pull Spike out.

"Hey! Watch the leather!" Spike griped which made Buffy pull harder.

Spike raced through the door trying to avoid any sunlight. As soon as his blanket stopped smoldering Buffy pushed into the chair in Giles's office.

"I have to go to class now but you lay a single undead finger on anyone here and I promise you that finger won't be feeling anything after that," Buffy warned him and Giles handed her the chains, which she promptly began to secure.

"Hey!" Spike protested, pulling away, "We agreed no chaining up."

"Yeah well," Buffy shrugged, "Security."

Spike just responded with a kick that knocked her down and he yanked his arm out.

Buffy quickly caught her balance and shoved him harder into the sturdy chair and pulled the chain on again and managed to hold him still.

"You know any possibility of no chains was just squashed by that." Buffy gritted.

Spike just fruitlessly yanked on the chains and growled then vamped out.

"Please like that's gonna-" She fell silent as her eyes met his yellow ones.

All the sudden a pleasant shudder rippled through her and she felt so damn…horny.

"Spike," she breathed, lowering herself on to his lap.

"Buffy," Spike groaned feeling the same way. It was like they were the only ones there. Slowly their heads moved closer until their lips touched and they gasped that the shock the jolted them. God, Buffy didn't think a simple kiss could make her feel this way, so connected.

Spike traced her lips with his tongue and slipped inside her mouth and his eyes rolled up at the feel of her heated mouth. And what would her pussy feel like…

She began grinding herself on his very obvious erection and let out a sigh. So nice.

Somewhere in the back of her mind a voice was yelling, "STOP"

Stop? Why? Oh yeah, he's an evil vampire! The hazy fog began to lift and she pulled back in horror.

"O my god," She gasped and Spike shook his head out of game face and was wearing an expression of equal horror.

"Buffy?" A timid voice called. Willow! Buffy quickly jumped off Spike's lap, knowing her face must be bright red.

"Sorry! Just holding him down so I could tie him up." Okay, ignore the oogyness of those words, she told her self.

Willow frowned slightly, "Oh, um, we're gonna be late for class if we don't leave now."

"Right. Let me just grab my bag," She told her friend, ignoring Spike and ran out.

Willow watched her friend rush out and glanced at Spike who had a dazed expression on his face; head cocked slightly staring at the spot where Buffy ran out.

"Er, hi?" Willow ventured.

"Hello," Spike responded sounded very far away.

"Right then," Willow muttered and skaddadled.

Spike heard the girls leave and then a bell ring but a slow, wicked smile crept onto his face.

"Well, that was interesting."

Buffy didn't get history. What was the point? It'd already happened. Nothing new. She was a little more concerned about the end of the world. And she was tired. So what was a little nap-hardly anything just a few minutes-rest her eyes even. Yeah…that sounded nice…

He was standing there in his usual clothes, that trademark duster and all black. "What are you doing here?" She demanded. "Giving in." Was his response as he trailed a cool finger down her face to her breastbone. Buffy shivered in anticipation and before she could say another word, his lips descended on hers. Oh, her legs buckled and turned to jelly. Nice kiss. Very nice kiss, she thought as she clutched him closer and sighed as his tongue dipped into her mouth, tasting her. Spike pulled back to let her breathe, "What are you doing here?" He asked, mocking her. With a surge of strength, Buffy pushed him against the wall, "Giving in." she whispered and attacked his lips with her own. God she loved his lips, cool and firm yet undeniably soft. Their hands explored each other and she found herself thinking- 'too much clothes' and pulled off his duster which slipped to the floor then he pulled her top off her.

The air hit her bare nipples, oh yeah, she remembered, no bra.

Spike eyed her breasts hungrily, "My, my, my Slayer, aren't you delicious," he leered.

"Shut up," She ground out before jumping up to wrap her legs around his waist and pulled off his t-shirt.

Their bare bodies pressed together felt so amazing and she ran her hands up his smooth muscles and ivory skin. Like a Greek god. His hands drifted to her breast and she leaned back slightly, allowing him accesses. Oh, oh, oh, his hands were performing all sorts of pleasurable torture.

"Don't stop," She moaned and then started undoing his belt. There was still too much clothes.

"Slayer," Spike growled and she felt a rush of moisture to her underwear.

He too the chance to push up her skirt and rip off her thong.

"Hey!" She protested.

"Sorry pet," He mumbled sounding insincere but she ignored it as soon as his lips began sucking at her nipples.

"Oh!" She gasped. Nice.

She ripped the pants at the opening and pulled out his cock.

"Hey!" He snarled and she just shrugged, "fair is fair"

His hand dipped into her sex and she gasped louder as he began stroking her. She could feel the tension building up.

"Spike!" She moaned louder.

"MISS SUMMERS!" A voice broke into her dreams and a hand shook her shoulder, jolting her out of her dream.

"Ah!" She yelped out loud and slipped off her chair.

She realized she was still in the classroom and she could hear muffled giggling.

Some guy moaned "Spike!" in a falsetto voice.

Oh. My. God.

She sat herself back into her seat, face flaming. She was so messed up.

The teacher glared at her, "Miss Summers this is history-not sleeping and furthermore may I suggest you keep your…thoughts to yourself."

Buffy nodded mutely trying to ignore the light laughter.

She was so killing him.