Strength in Numbers, part 3
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thatotherpervTitle: Strength in Numbers
Author: Mel (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Pairings: Spike/Dawn for the first few installments and pretty much throughout; later, also Spike/Angel, Angel/Dawn, and eventually S/A/D. References to A/B and S/B.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The nerds were successful in assassinating Buffy in late season 6. This is the story of what happened after. See A/N in part 1 for where it goes AU.
Warnings: sex with a minor (16yo at the youngest point), eventual slash, eventual threesome, character death (Buffy, that is…Dawn will not be turned)…errr….I dunno, they’re vampires. I don’t have any particular bloodplay planned, but I’m not ruling it out.
Disclaimer: Joss would blush. I am, alas, still poor. don’t sue me.
Feedback: please!
Previous parts are here
Previously:
“—Here I go and make this really hard decision because I’m in love with you and then you go and tell me you’ll go without?”
Understandably, Spike fixated on one part of that rant and one part only. His face was going to split right open; he couldn’t stop grinning like a fool. “You’re in love with me, eh Nibblet?” He tried to sound casual, and failed miserably.
Dawn looked intensely serious, like it was a question she had been pondering. “Yeah. I mean, I’m pretty sure. They say you’ll know for sure when you are, but how are you supposed to really know the first time anyway? I know it feels different than when I just had a cru—“
Spike stopped the babble with his mouth, putting all of his thrill and gratitude into the kiss. His unbeating heart felt sweet in his chest. This delightful girl was in love him, or she fancied that she was…it was all the same to Spike. He should tell her that she was too young or that she shouldn’t love a thing like him or that he was unworthy, but there was no bloody way in hell he was going to do that.
When Spike released her mouth, Dawn was breathing a little hard, and he could smell her arousal. Their foreheads rested together.
“But don’t let it go to your head or anything.”
Spike cracked with laughter, totally delighted with her, and nuzzled into her neck. She was one of a kind, his Nibblet.
They stayed curled on the couch together, neither of them remembering the unpleasant argument they’d yet to really resolve.
~*~*~*~
Spike had hoped against hope that Dawn would drop the matter of his dalliance in the world of S&M, but he knew that it was a bit of wishful thinking. Dawn would inevitably realize that the matter hadn’t been resolved to her satisfaction, and would come demanding a solution that she thought was fair to them both. He loved her for it—but he still wanted nothing to do with that discussion.
If wishes were horses, Spike was shit out of luck.
“You never answered me, you know, about the thing. The thing with the people.”
Spike sighed and switched off Passions. The Bit had bad timing for his daytime drama. She stood regarding him stubbornly with stormy gray eyes, arms crossed in determination under her breasts. It pushed them up a little, but he tried not to let his eyes linger there—it had taken nearly a century and a half, but eventually Spike had learned that women didn’t appreciate ogling when they had a bee in their bonnet. He wished she were still feeling bashful and embarrassed on the topic—a determined Dawn was a force to be reckoned with.
“Pet,” he said patiently, “you don’t really want what you’re asking after. I know women, and I know you, and you’re going to regret this, Nibblet, I promise you will. I just don’t want to risk it.”
Dawn gave a sigh of disgust and stamped her foot. “I’m a big girl, and I made my decision, Spike. If I say it’s ok with me, it’s ok. So go—play weird pain games with strangers—and by the way, don’t think I didn’t notice the pronoun trick you were playing—‘people’ not ‘women’…”
Shit. He was going to sidestep that issue for the mo’, thanks. “Sweets, if you were truly ok with the idea, it wouldn’t have taken you a week to come to it. You hardly slept at all from fretting over it. You don’t need to do this to make me happy, platelet, though the gesture means so much.”
Her face softened. Dawn came and perched on the couch next to him, their thighs snug against one another.
“It was a hard decision, I’m not going to pretend it wasn’t. But—“ She took Spike’s hand in both of her own, studying it as she petted his callouses with soft fingers. “What’s going to happen when you resent giving up that part of yourself for me?” He started to speak and she quickly pressed a finger to his lips. “It won’t be a government chip this time…there won’t be some faceless agency that you can hate for restraining you. It’ll just be me. And, I know that I’m totally worth it—“ she rushed on. He smirked, pleased at her confidence. “but we both know you don’t have the best impulse control.”
Dawn giggled sweetly as he stuck out his tongue to that remark.
Spike said nothing, the seconds ticking away as they gazed at one another. They were at an impasse—because she was right, damn her. When had she gotten so wise? Or maybe she had always been this way, unearthly in her origins. Her girlish ways fooled them all, but she was older than the whole lot of them combined.
And the fact of it was, her conjecture hit home. Spike would like to say that he would never regret doing something for Dawn’s happiness, but he couldn’t promise himself that after weeks or months of denied impulses, he wouldn’t blow his top. At her—this girl that only deserved softness and patience.
Dawn suddenly grew pink under his perusal, and Spike cocked his head to one side, uncertain of the source of her embarrassment. She tucked her hair behind her ear, and looked down. “Besides, I kinda…like that you can still be a little dangerous.” One whiff told him that she really liked it, actually.
Spike smirked, and biting his lip, gave her a lazy perusal that belied his less-than-honorable intentions. Dawn’s cheeks flushed and her chest began to rise and fall more rapidly. “Do you now? Come here, you naughty thing.”
Gently, he settled her astride his lap and buried his hand in her hair, pulling her close in to nibble at her mouth. He could feel her heart pounding, and her eyelids hung at half-mast, heavy with excitement.
“You’re just trying to distract me,” she complained weakly.
Smiling, Spike’s lips slid along her jaw to her ear, painting a sinful pattern against the sensitive skin. Dawn’s little frame shuddered with a shaky intake of breath, and she couldn’t see the toothy grin Spike gave in response against her hair. “Is it working?” he murmured against her earlobe.
Dawn squirmed restlessly on his lap, her voice distracted. “Sort of.”
Spike pulled back to look her in the eye. It wouldn’t do to anger her again. Once her head had cleared, she’d felt slighted by his diversionary tactics. “I still don’t like it, sweetness, for your sake. But I understand what you’re saying. I’ll think about it, yeah?”
After a moment, Dawn nodded, and their mouths met again. His tongue had barely sipped at the seam of her mouth before she eagerly parted her lips, letting him inside.
Spike had forgotten how much fun it could be to just simply neck. He had always favored it himself—the simple eroticism of lips and teeth and tongue. When he’d been newly turned, he had wanted to spend hours kissing Dru…sometimes she had indulged him, but for the most part it was beyond her threshold of patience. Dru wanted things fast, hard and now. Much like Buffy, actually, who didn’t much want Spike’s mouth on her own. For Buffy, their relationship had been about fucking, not about intimacy. And that was the way Spike usually approached sex—all of his other conquests in nearly 150 years, including Harmony, hadn’t been the sort that involved the intimacy of aimless kissing. It had always been about shagging, plain and simple.
But he could kiss Dawn like this forever. She was soft in his arms, pliant, and she was responding to the simple contact more than some women responded to sex. Spike had to remind himself to be gentle, to go slow…that this was all new to her. It was intoxicating, the way she clutched at his biceps, made those throaty little noises, shifted on his lap against his growing erection. Spike groaned and pressed her closer, kneading her butt through her jeans.
Suddenly she broke away from him, and Spike removed his hands, afraid he’d gone too far and startled her.
“We’re stupid,” she panted.
Spike blinked at her, feeling as though he’d jumped tracks without throwing the switch. “Uh…what?”
“We’re stupid. The solution to our problem is so easy.” Dawn looked at him expectantly, and it took him two beats to catch up.
“Bloody hell, you were engaged in logical thinking while I was…”
Spike’s manhood was affronted. She’d turned his brain into a gooey bit of fluff, while she had apparently remained lucid. It occurred to him that the world was better off if she always concentrated this power for good and not evil. Though he reckoned it would probably be more fun if she turned to the dark side.
“Don’t pout,” she scolded. “It just occurred to me, you don’t actually have to…I mean, the pain is more important to you—and to these people—than any actual…um…you know…penetration. Right? So, couldn’t you just…?”
Ah. They were dumb. It was such a simple solution. He thought about it. Brilliant, actually, in a diabolical way. Leave it to Dawn. “Suits me, pet.”
Dawn beamed and pulled him close again, smiling against his mouth, her big eyes crinkly with happiness. “Good. Me too. Now I promise, no more thinking.”
Spike grunted but his indignation was quickly forgotten as Dawn showed him what she could do when she really concentrated. Bloody hell, the chit was a quick learner.
~*~*~*~
They made out. A lot. To a degree that even Dawn could see bordered on ridiculous, but she couldn’t get enough of it. Couldn’t get enough of the sweet ache it gave her, couldn’t get enough of the darkly addicting taste and scent and feel of his body against hers.
Spike was a really great kisser. Not that she would expect any differently—he’d had a lot of time to practice, and even when he was totally evil, Dawn got the feeling he’d be intent on giving pleasure to the person he was with. Spike was just like that. It was intense, when all of that energy he was so famous for was concentrated on your mouth. God, she got hot just thinking about it.
Dawn loved his hands. They always felt so proprietary, sliding over her back, grabbing at her ass. Dawn was supposed to be a modern woman, and she probably wasn’t supposed to like that as much as she did. But she loved it. In fact, she could do with more of those hands, on more of her body—he was pretty much a gentleman, if you interpreted the word liberally. Spike only ever touched her with lust when they were vertical, more or less. And though they cuddled at night, he never kissed her in their bed.
Dawn was getting a little impatient. This was nice, but there was…more. And Dawn had always been a girl who wanted more. Who wanted it all.
Sometimes Spike disappeared at night, for hours, and when he came back, he was hyperactive, pumped up. His eyes were always dilated and he was jittery with energy. They never talked about it, but Dawn knew what he did on those nights. If his behavior hadn’t tipped her off, his rush to get in the shower would have clinched it. They didn’t kiss on those nights. Whether it was out of a fear of hurting her, or a fear of being rejected by her, she didn’t know.
But she did know that it had to stop.
~*~*~*~
It was one of those nights, the ones they didn’t talk about. Spike came in with a rush of energy, and grinned at Dawn on the couch.
“Hey, Bit!” He threw the greeting over his shoulder on his way to the shower, stripping off his black t-shirt as he went. He was always especially conscious of wearing black on these nights. Hid the blood stains.
Dawn thought it showed restraint on her part that she didn’t follow him, but she would have to be a little more subtle than that. Even though Spike was less likely to raise ethical objections or whatever when he was still hopped up on human blood, Dawn still didn’t think it would go over well to be so blatant. So she remained on the couch, half-watching the crappy late-night programming while she listened for the water to cut off in the next room.
Spike emerged a few moments later, sweatpants clinging damply to his ass as he wandered into the kitchen, scrubbing a towel over his shower-messy hair. He grabbed a pint of Ben & Jerry’s from the freezer and plopped down on the sofa next to her, handing her a spoon.
Spike hardly looked at her, eyes fixed instead on the tv screen. He was always a little distant after he returned…Dawn thought it was on purpose. But he did slide his arm around her shoulders when she slid up against his side, his hand squeezing an acknowledgement.
Spike’s spoon paused halfway to his mouth when Dawn sucked at that spot just below the joint of his jaw. It was his sweet spot, and it always made his eyes roll back, like they were now. It made Dawn feel powerful.
She scraped her teeth over the spot, and Spike’s hips pressed upwards as he grunted in surprise, dropping his spoon back into the carton.
Dawn turned his face. Spike’s eyes were dark, strange as though drugged, just before she kissed him. He hesitated in a moment of conscience or worry or whatever went on in that head of his, but Dawn slid her parted mouth insistently over his until he gave in. Groaned and hauled her into his lap, ice cream toppling to the floor. He was fierce and dominant and grabby, so unlike his usual soft touches, and Dawn felt a little thrill run through her at the illusion of danger.
Extracting herself from the kiss, Dawn peeled her t-shirt over her head. Her bra was white satin—the sexiest she owned. She didn’t think it was actually all that sexy, but Spike’s eyes were convincing her otherwise.
Spike’s hands were clutching-releasing, clutching-releasing at her hips, and his eyes were focused on her breasts. She tried not to feel self-conscious under his heavy-lidded appraisal, but then Spike growled softly and she felt herself get wetter. He was rocking his hard-on up against her through the boxers she normally wore to bed. He’d never been so blatant about it before, watching her with dark eyes like he knew what the movement did to her—which he must. God, she ached, she ached. It felt forbidden and naughty and instinctive to move back against him in counterpoint.
Spike leaned forward and sucked on her nipple through the fabric, tongue flickering over that sensitive spot, and that too was something new. Dawn whimpered, more when his hands slid up into her boxers and squeezed at her bare cheeks, grinding her down against him. It felt good, and she began to rub herself against him.
“Fuck,” he swore, and flipped Dawn onto her back, looming above her. Spike slid down her body, popping the front clasp on her bra as he tongued her throat, his hair damp and shampoo-scented against her face. He palmed her bare breast, the rough texture of his palm over her sensitive nipple making her clit throb hard. Moaning, she wrapped her legs around his hips, just wanting him closer, and he began to thrust against her again as he dipped his head to close harsh teeth over her nipple. She whimpered like a puppy and squirmed up against him.
Shifting his torso to the side, Spike removed her boxers. With her new nakedness, Dawn felt exposed and vulnerable, and suddenly she was uncertain if things should happen this way, with Spike acting strange and Other. Now that she’d gotten what she wanted, Dawn didn’t know what to do with this insistent man who was not being hesitant at all.
Then Dawn let out a little “ah!” of surprise, because two of Spike’s fingers were sliding into her easily on her own slick, bringing an unfamiliar pressure that was simultaneously uncomfortable and right. Spike had released her breast and was looking down now at his own hand as though mesmerized by the sight. His thumb pressed at her clit and her whole body jerked with it.
“Spike?” Dawn just wanted—
Spike looked up at her face, hand stilled. His expression was still dark and foreboding, but his eyes were a little sharper, fuller. Dawn didn’t know why her own Spike had returned, but there he was. She’d never been so happy to see him. He kissed her, breath hot against her mouth. “I’m here, pet. I’ve got you.”
The breath she’d been holding huffed out in relief. His fingers began to press and slide inside of her, and she shifted restlessly against him, clinging to his shoulders. Spike’s face was pressed into her neck, and she could feel him expelling humid air against the crook of her shoulder.
“Christ, Dawnie, you feel like heaven in here. So tight and wet and perfect.” His body shuddered, and he pressed a kiss to her bare skin. The rough pad of his thumb was wiggling her clit while he pumped two fingers inside of her, worrying at it like a loose tooth. She whined and twisted at the sensation.
“God, kitten, so close already? I haven’t even had a chance to taste you yet.” The hoarse intention was coordinated with a twist of the sensitive bundle between his thumb and index finger, and Dawn fell to pieces as he pressed his mouth to hers.
The most intense of the throbbing was just beginning to subside when Spike’s breath tickled down her bare stomach, the tip of his nose leaving a goosepimple path as it skimmed along her skin. Dawn opened her eyes to find him watching her through his lashes, and he winked, imprinting a wet love-bite to her lower belly. She felt her face grow hot, and he laughed, low and throaty.
And then his nose was buried there, barely touching but inhaling the way people do when they step out into fresh air, and it was…wow, but also woah, and even her ears felt pink as she turned her head to the side. Spike didn’t like that, and he told her so with a sharp nip to her inner thigh.
“Ow!” she complained, but Spike was unrepentant with a saucy eyebrow that told her he wanted her eyes on him. So Dawn bit her lip and held his eyes with her own, though she couldn’t stop them from rolling closed because he began to…nudge his face against her, and slip that extra long tongue into places where a tongue probably shouldn’t go. Spike didn’t seem to mind that she had broken his unspoken rule, but she was probably making up for the lack of eye-contact with all the vocalization. Spike had always needed feedback. His ego was greedy like that.
But he deserved it, because this was…wow. She had enjoyed his fingers, but this was…softer, and wetter. You wouldn’t think such soft touches could be so stimulating, but…it wasn’t always soft, because Spike could make his tongue rigid somehow, and holy shit. There was a lot going on down there, between the tongue and the lips and the teeth, and somehow his nose and chin even got in the action a little bit, and let’s not forget about the fingers. Because his fingers were pressing against something inside that made her body bow up in near-discomfort that turned into pleasure so quickly she hardly registered the change. And Dawn realized she was pulling his hair but she couldn’t stop, because this new orgasm had run right over the tail end of the last one and was seriously showing it up. Not as explosive, but deeper and longer.
When Dawn’s eyes finally opened, she was confronted with Spike. A whole lot of Spike, sitting back on his heels between her legs, eyes intently focused on her body as he bit his lip and pumped a tight fist over his erection. The breath that had been returning to her was sucked back out of her lungs, because it was right there on his face, how much Spike wanted her. And his eyes were heavy, sex eyes, but they never left her own as he made a sound that seemed painful but made her whole tender genital area throb, and his body jerked and whitish come spurted out of his cock.
Spike was still watching her when she looked back up at his face again, as he reached for the sweatpants he’d discarded to clean them both up. Then he nudged Dawn towards the edge of their extra wide couch, and settled himself on his side along the back of it, pulling her to him, front to front. It felt nice, being naked together, contenting, as though the more of his skin that was touching hers, the less awkward things would be.
Spike was warmer with exertion, and he was petting Dawn in long strokes from crown to tail, other arm curled around her protectively. He looked to be deep in thought, but when he noticed her inquisitive expression, he kissed her on the cheek.
“So, far be it from me to complain, Nibblet, but what was that all about? Tonight in particular, I mean.”
Dawn felt a little foolish now. “I was tired of waiting. You were being too…respectful.”
Spike snorted. “That’s a new one.” He got that pensive look again. “Sweets, that was a dangerous little game you played. Instincts are a little too close to the surface after I…it’s just not a good idea, ok?”
“I know,” she said quietly, looking at his chest. “It was kind of dumb. Sorry.”
“’Sok, kitten. Let’s just not play with fire like that again.” His fingers tickled at her side, turning her sullen expression into a giggle. “I think we’d both regret it if you got that cute little tail of yours singed off,” he teased.
“You’d regret it more,” she boasted, giggling.
Spike barked a laugh. “I have no doubt.” There was just a hint of something not-funny on his face, and Dawn realized how true that actually was. It gave her more reason not to tempt fate that way again.
Spike pulled a blanket off the back of the couch, fluffing it open to cover them. He was talking to her, teasing about something, but Dawn was heavy with sleep, and she was unconscious in his arms before she could murmur an answer.
on to part 4
Author: Mel (
btvslover82)Pairings: Spike/Dawn for the first few installments and pretty much throughout; later, also Spike/Angel, Angel/Dawn, and eventually S/A/D. References to A/B and S/B.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The nerds were successful in assassinating Buffy in late season 6. This is the story of what happened after. See A/N in part 1 for where it goes AU.
Warnings: sex with a minor (16yo at the youngest point), eventual slash, eventual threesome, character death (Buffy, that is…Dawn will not be turned)…errr….I dunno, they’re vampires. I don’t have any particular bloodplay planned, but I’m not ruling it out.
Disclaimer: Joss would blush. I am, alas, still poor. don’t sue me.
Feedback: please!
Previous parts are here
Previously:
“—Here I go and make this really hard decision because I’m in love with you and then you go and tell me you’ll go without?”
Understandably, Spike fixated on one part of that rant and one part only. His face was going to split right open; he couldn’t stop grinning like a fool. “You’re in love with me, eh Nibblet?” He tried to sound casual, and failed miserably.
Dawn looked intensely serious, like it was a question she had been pondering. “Yeah. I mean, I’m pretty sure. They say you’ll know for sure when you are, but how are you supposed to really know the first time anyway? I know it feels different than when I just had a cru—“
Spike stopped the babble with his mouth, putting all of his thrill and gratitude into the kiss. His unbeating heart felt sweet in his chest. This delightful girl was in love him, or she fancied that she was…it was all the same to Spike. He should tell her that she was too young or that she shouldn’t love a thing like him or that he was unworthy, but there was no bloody way in hell he was going to do that.
When Spike released her mouth, Dawn was breathing a little hard, and he could smell her arousal. Their foreheads rested together.
“But don’t let it go to your head or anything.”
Spike cracked with laughter, totally delighted with her, and nuzzled into her neck. She was one of a kind, his Nibblet.
They stayed curled on the couch together, neither of them remembering the unpleasant argument they’d yet to really resolve.
~*~*~*~
Spike had hoped against hope that Dawn would drop the matter of his dalliance in the world of S&M, but he knew that it was a bit of wishful thinking. Dawn would inevitably realize that the matter hadn’t been resolved to her satisfaction, and would come demanding a solution that she thought was fair to them both. He loved her for it—but he still wanted nothing to do with that discussion.
If wishes were horses, Spike was shit out of luck.
“You never answered me, you know, about the thing. The thing with the people.”
Spike sighed and switched off Passions. The Bit had bad timing for his daytime drama. She stood regarding him stubbornly with stormy gray eyes, arms crossed in determination under her breasts. It pushed them up a little, but he tried not to let his eyes linger there—it had taken nearly a century and a half, but eventually Spike had learned that women didn’t appreciate ogling when they had a bee in their bonnet. He wished she were still feeling bashful and embarrassed on the topic—a determined Dawn was a force to be reckoned with.
“Pet,” he said patiently, “you don’t really want what you’re asking after. I know women, and I know you, and you’re going to regret this, Nibblet, I promise you will. I just don’t want to risk it.”
Dawn gave a sigh of disgust and stamped her foot. “I’m a big girl, and I made my decision, Spike. If I say it’s ok with me, it’s ok. So go—play weird pain games with strangers—and by the way, don’t think I didn’t notice the pronoun trick you were playing—‘people’ not ‘women’…”
Shit. He was going to sidestep that issue for the mo’, thanks. “Sweets, if you were truly ok with the idea, it wouldn’t have taken you a week to come to it. You hardly slept at all from fretting over it. You don’t need to do this to make me happy, platelet, though the gesture means so much.”
Her face softened. Dawn came and perched on the couch next to him, their thighs snug against one another.
“It was a hard decision, I’m not going to pretend it wasn’t. But—“ She took Spike’s hand in both of her own, studying it as she petted his callouses with soft fingers. “What’s going to happen when you resent giving up that part of yourself for me?” He started to speak and she quickly pressed a finger to his lips. “It won’t be a government chip this time…there won’t be some faceless agency that you can hate for restraining you. It’ll just be me. And, I know that I’m totally worth it—“ she rushed on. He smirked, pleased at her confidence. “but we both know you don’t have the best impulse control.”
Dawn giggled sweetly as he stuck out his tongue to that remark.
Spike said nothing, the seconds ticking away as they gazed at one another. They were at an impasse—because she was right, damn her. When had she gotten so wise? Or maybe she had always been this way, unearthly in her origins. Her girlish ways fooled them all, but she was older than the whole lot of them combined.
And the fact of it was, her conjecture hit home. Spike would like to say that he would never regret doing something for Dawn’s happiness, but he couldn’t promise himself that after weeks or months of denied impulses, he wouldn’t blow his top. At her—this girl that only deserved softness and patience.
Dawn suddenly grew pink under his perusal, and Spike cocked his head to one side, uncertain of the source of her embarrassment. She tucked her hair behind her ear, and looked down. “Besides, I kinda…like that you can still be a little dangerous.” One whiff told him that she really liked it, actually.
Spike smirked, and biting his lip, gave her a lazy perusal that belied his less-than-honorable intentions. Dawn’s cheeks flushed and her chest began to rise and fall more rapidly. “Do you now? Come here, you naughty thing.”
Gently, he settled her astride his lap and buried his hand in her hair, pulling her close in to nibble at her mouth. He could feel her heart pounding, and her eyelids hung at half-mast, heavy with excitement.
“You’re just trying to distract me,” she complained weakly.
Smiling, Spike’s lips slid along her jaw to her ear, painting a sinful pattern against the sensitive skin. Dawn’s little frame shuddered with a shaky intake of breath, and she couldn’t see the toothy grin Spike gave in response against her hair. “Is it working?” he murmured against her earlobe.
Dawn squirmed restlessly on his lap, her voice distracted. “Sort of.”
Spike pulled back to look her in the eye. It wouldn’t do to anger her again. Once her head had cleared, she’d felt slighted by his diversionary tactics. “I still don’t like it, sweetness, for your sake. But I understand what you’re saying. I’ll think about it, yeah?”
After a moment, Dawn nodded, and their mouths met again. His tongue had barely sipped at the seam of her mouth before she eagerly parted her lips, letting him inside.
Spike had forgotten how much fun it could be to just simply neck. He had always favored it himself—the simple eroticism of lips and teeth and tongue. When he’d been newly turned, he had wanted to spend hours kissing Dru…sometimes she had indulged him, but for the most part it was beyond her threshold of patience. Dru wanted things fast, hard and now. Much like Buffy, actually, who didn’t much want Spike’s mouth on her own. For Buffy, their relationship had been about fucking, not about intimacy. And that was the way Spike usually approached sex—all of his other conquests in nearly 150 years, including Harmony, hadn’t been the sort that involved the intimacy of aimless kissing. It had always been about shagging, plain and simple.
But he could kiss Dawn like this forever. She was soft in his arms, pliant, and she was responding to the simple contact more than some women responded to sex. Spike had to remind himself to be gentle, to go slow…that this was all new to her. It was intoxicating, the way she clutched at his biceps, made those throaty little noises, shifted on his lap against his growing erection. Spike groaned and pressed her closer, kneading her butt through her jeans.
Suddenly she broke away from him, and Spike removed his hands, afraid he’d gone too far and startled her.
“We’re stupid,” she panted.
Spike blinked at her, feeling as though he’d jumped tracks without throwing the switch. “Uh…what?”
“We’re stupid. The solution to our problem is so easy.” Dawn looked at him expectantly, and it took him two beats to catch up.
“Bloody hell, you were engaged in logical thinking while I was…”
Spike’s manhood was affronted. She’d turned his brain into a gooey bit of fluff, while she had apparently remained lucid. It occurred to him that the world was better off if she always concentrated this power for good and not evil. Though he reckoned it would probably be more fun if she turned to the dark side.
“Don’t pout,” she scolded. “It just occurred to me, you don’t actually have to…I mean, the pain is more important to you—and to these people—than any actual…um…you know…penetration. Right? So, couldn’t you just…?”
Ah. They were dumb. It was such a simple solution. He thought about it. Brilliant, actually, in a diabolical way. Leave it to Dawn. “Suits me, pet.”
Dawn beamed and pulled him close again, smiling against his mouth, her big eyes crinkly with happiness. “Good. Me too. Now I promise, no more thinking.”
Spike grunted but his indignation was quickly forgotten as Dawn showed him what she could do when she really concentrated. Bloody hell, the chit was a quick learner.
~*~*~*~
They made out. A lot. To a degree that even Dawn could see bordered on ridiculous, but she couldn’t get enough of it. Couldn’t get enough of the sweet ache it gave her, couldn’t get enough of the darkly addicting taste and scent and feel of his body against hers.
Spike was a really great kisser. Not that she would expect any differently—he’d had a lot of time to practice, and even when he was totally evil, Dawn got the feeling he’d be intent on giving pleasure to the person he was with. Spike was just like that. It was intense, when all of that energy he was so famous for was concentrated on your mouth. God, she got hot just thinking about it.
Dawn loved his hands. They always felt so proprietary, sliding over her back, grabbing at her ass. Dawn was supposed to be a modern woman, and she probably wasn’t supposed to like that as much as she did. But she loved it. In fact, she could do with more of those hands, on more of her body—he was pretty much a gentleman, if you interpreted the word liberally. Spike only ever touched her with lust when they were vertical, more or less. And though they cuddled at night, he never kissed her in their bed.
Dawn was getting a little impatient. This was nice, but there was…more. And Dawn had always been a girl who wanted more. Who wanted it all.
Sometimes Spike disappeared at night, for hours, and when he came back, he was hyperactive, pumped up. His eyes were always dilated and he was jittery with energy. They never talked about it, but Dawn knew what he did on those nights. If his behavior hadn’t tipped her off, his rush to get in the shower would have clinched it. They didn’t kiss on those nights. Whether it was out of a fear of hurting her, or a fear of being rejected by her, she didn’t know.
But she did know that it had to stop.
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It was one of those nights, the ones they didn’t talk about. Spike came in with a rush of energy, and grinned at Dawn on the couch.
“Hey, Bit!” He threw the greeting over his shoulder on his way to the shower, stripping off his black t-shirt as he went. He was always especially conscious of wearing black on these nights. Hid the blood stains.
Dawn thought it showed restraint on her part that she didn’t follow him, but she would have to be a little more subtle than that. Even though Spike was less likely to raise ethical objections or whatever when he was still hopped up on human blood, Dawn still didn’t think it would go over well to be so blatant. So she remained on the couch, half-watching the crappy late-night programming while she listened for the water to cut off in the next room.
Spike emerged a few moments later, sweatpants clinging damply to his ass as he wandered into the kitchen, scrubbing a towel over his shower-messy hair. He grabbed a pint of Ben & Jerry’s from the freezer and plopped down on the sofa next to her, handing her a spoon.
Spike hardly looked at her, eyes fixed instead on the tv screen. He was always a little distant after he returned…Dawn thought it was on purpose. But he did slide his arm around her shoulders when she slid up against his side, his hand squeezing an acknowledgement.
Spike’s spoon paused halfway to his mouth when Dawn sucked at that spot just below the joint of his jaw. It was his sweet spot, and it always made his eyes roll back, like they were now. It made Dawn feel powerful.
She scraped her teeth over the spot, and Spike’s hips pressed upwards as he grunted in surprise, dropping his spoon back into the carton.
Dawn turned his face. Spike’s eyes were dark, strange as though drugged, just before she kissed him. He hesitated in a moment of conscience or worry or whatever went on in that head of his, but Dawn slid her parted mouth insistently over his until he gave in. Groaned and hauled her into his lap, ice cream toppling to the floor. He was fierce and dominant and grabby, so unlike his usual soft touches, and Dawn felt a little thrill run through her at the illusion of danger.
Extracting herself from the kiss, Dawn peeled her t-shirt over her head. Her bra was white satin—the sexiest she owned. She didn’t think it was actually all that sexy, but Spike’s eyes were convincing her otherwise.
Spike’s hands were clutching-releasing, clutching-releasing at her hips, and his eyes were focused on her breasts. She tried not to feel self-conscious under his heavy-lidded appraisal, but then Spike growled softly and she felt herself get wetter. He was rocking his hard-on up against her through the boxers she normally wore to bed. He’d never been so blatant about it before, watching her with dark eyes like he knew what the movement did to her—which he must. God, she ached, she ached. It felt forbidden and naughty and instinctive to move back against him in counterpoint.
Spike leaned forward and sucked on her nipple through the fabric, tongue flickering over that sensitive spot, and that too was something new. Dawn whimpered, more when his hands slid up into her boxers and squeezed at her bare cheeks, grinding her down against him. It felt good, and she began to rub herself against him.
“Fuck,” he swore, and flipped Dawn onto her back, looming above her. Spike slid down her body, popping the front clasp on her bra as he tongued her throat, his hair damp and shampoo-scented against her face. He palmed her bare breast, the rough texture of his palm over her sensitive nipple making her clit throb hard. Moaning, she wrapped her legs around his hips, just wanting him closer, and he began to thrust against her again as he dipped his head to close harsh teeth over her nipple. She whimpered like a puppy and squirmed up against him.
Shifting his torso to the side, Spike removed her boxers. With her new nakedness, Dawn felt exposed and vulnerable, and suddenly she was uncertain if things should happen this way, with Spike acting strange and Other. Now that she’d gotten what she wanted, Dawn didn’t know what to do with this insistent man who was not being hesitant at all.
Then Dawn let out a little “ah!” of surprise, because two of Spike’s fingers were sliding into her easily on her own slick, bringing an unfamiliar pressure that was simultaneously uncomfortable and right. Spike had released her breast and was looking down now at his own hand as though mesmerized by the sight. His thumb pressed at her clit and her whole body jerked with it.
“Spike?” Dawn just wanted—
Spike looked up at her face, hand stilled. His expression was still dark and foreboding, but his eyes were a little sharper, fuller. Dawn didn’t know why her own Spike had returned, but there he was. She’d never been so happy to see him. He kissed her, breath hot against her mouth. “I’m here, pet. I’ve got you.”
The breath she’d been holding huffed out in relief. His fingers began to press and slide inside of her, and she shifted restlessly against him, clinging to his shoulders. Spike’s face was pressed into her neck, and she could feel him expelling humid air against the crook of her shoulder.
“Christ, Dawnie, you feel like heaven in here. So tight and wet and perfect.” His body shuddered, and he pressed a kiss to her bare skin. The rough pad of his thumb was wiggling her clit while he pumped two fingers inside of her, worrying at it like a loose tooth. She whined and twisted at the sensation.
“God, kitten, so close already? I haven’t even had a chance to taste you yet.” The hoarse intention was coordinated with a twist of the sensitive bundle between his thumb and index finger, and Dawn fell to pieces as he pressed his mouth to hers.
The most intense of the throbbing was just beginning to subside when Spike’s breath tickled down her bare stomach, the tip of his nose leaving a goosepimple path as it skimmed along her skin. Dawn opened her eyes to find him watching her through his lashes, and he winked, imprinting a wet love-bite to her lower belly. She felt her face grow hot, and he laughed, low and throaty.
And then his nose was buried there, barely touching but inhaling the way people do when they step out into fresh air, and it was…wow, but also woah, and even her ears felt pink as she turned her head to the side. Spike didn’t like that, and he told her so with a sharp nip to her inner thigh.
“Ow!” she complained, but Spike was unrepentant with a saucy eyebrow that told her he wanted her eyes on him. So Dawn bit her lip and held his eyes with her own, though she couldn’t stop them from rolling closed because he began to…nudge his face against her, and slip that extra long tongue into places where a tongue probably shouldn’t go. Spike didn’t seem to mind that she had broken his unspoken rule, but she was probably making up for the lack of eye-contact with all the vocalization. Spike had always needed feedback. His ego was greedy like that.
But he deserved it, because this was…wow. She had enjoyed his fingers, but this was…softer, and wetter. You wouldn’t think such soft touches could be so stimulating, but…it wasn’t always soft, because Spike could make his tongue rigid somehow, and holy shit. There was a lot going on down there, between the tongue and the lips and the teeth, and somehow his nose and chin even got in the action a little bit, and let’s not forget about the fingers. Because his fingers were pressing against something inside that made her body bow up in near-discomfort that turned into pleasure so quickly she hardly registered the change. And Dawn realized she was pulling his hair but she couldn’t stop, because this new orgasm had run right over the tail end of the last one and was seriously showing it up. Not as explosive, but deeper and longer.
When Dawn’s eyes finally opened, she was confronted with Spike. A whole lot of Spike, sitting back on his heels between her legs, eyes intently focused on her body as he bit his lip and pumped a tight fist over his erection. The breath that had been returning to her was sucked back out of her lungs, because it was right there on his face, how much Spike wanted her. And his eyes were heavy, sex eyes, but they never left her own as he made a sound that seemed painful but made her whole tender genital area throb, and his body jerked and whitish come spurted out of his cock.
Spike was still watching her when she looked back up at his face again, as he reached for the sweatpants he’d discarded to clean them both up. Then he nudged Dawn towards the edge of their extra wide couch, and settled himself on his side along the back of it, pulling her to him, front to front. It felt nice, being naked together, contenting, as though the more of his skin that was touching hers, the less awkward things would be.
Spike was warmer with exertion, and he was petting Dawn in long strokes from crown to tail, other arm curled around her protectively. He looked to be deep in thought, but when he noticed her inquisitive expression, he kissed her on the cheek.
“So, far be it from me to complain, Nibblet, but what was that all about? Tonight in particular, I mean.”
Dawn felt a little foolish now. “I was tired of waiting. You were being too…respectful.”
Spike snorted. “That’s a new one.” He got that pensive look again. “Sweets, that was a dangerous little game you played. Instincts are a little too close to the surface after I…it’s just not a good idea, ok?”
“I know,” she said quietly, looking at his chest. “It was kind of dumb. Sorry.”
“’Sok, kitten. Let’s just not play with fire like that again.” His fingers tickled at her side, turning her sullen expression into a giggle. “I think we’d both regret it if you got that cute little tail of yours singed off,” he teased.
“You’d regret it more,” she boasted, giggling.
Spike barked a laugh. “I have no doubt.” There was just a hint of something not-funny on his face, and Dawn realized how true that actually was. It gave her more reason not to tempt fate that way again.
Spike pulled a blanket off the back of the couch, fluffing it open to cover them. He was talking to her, teasing about something, but Dawn was heavy with sleep, and she was unconscious in his arms before she could murmur an answer.
on to part 4
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Date: 2006-06-13 08:31 pm (UTC)Loved that she understands him, and knew he'd want the rougher games a bit too.
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Date: 2006-06-13 08:59 pm (UTC)the thing I love about Spike/Dawn is that Dawn cannonically accepted all of the aspects of Spike so much more easily than any other character you could pair him with. she liked him, good bad and ugly (ok, well maybe not ugly...he's never that), and I love that about this 'ship. Spike doesn't get a whole lot of that kind of love...other characters expect him to either be wicked or sainted, and are pretty unforgiving of him trespassing that line.
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Date: 2006-06-13 10:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-13 10:17 pm (UTC)glad you enjoyed it!
Re: Wow!
Date: 2006-06-14 06:08 pm (UTC)yeah it's probably not the best idea, even though I don't think he can hurt *her* really, he could probably scare her and make things unpleasant.
but it did help to get the ball rolling, so to speak ;)
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Date: 2006-06-14 07:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-15 02:11 am (UTC)look, it's your icon <points>
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Date: 2006-06-15 05:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-05 06:37 pm (UTC)Beautiful writing, beautiful sex, beautiful imagery and characterization and caring and... Dawn is one lucky bint. You've got real talent, I hope you know that. I'm not a Spangel fan at all, but believe me, I'm with you in this story until the end. Just... wow.
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Date: 2006-07-05 06:55 pm (UTC)You've got real talent, I hope you know that. I'm not a Spangel fan at all, but believe me, I'm with you in this story until the end. Just... wow.
thanks so much! you're very sweet. when I started writing this, I was worried that absolutely nobody would read it, because of the oddness of the pairing, but luckily some folks have stuck with me. glad you want to as well...welcome to the party :) spangel is my otp, so hopefully I can win you over a tad, or at least not make you vomit ;)
I think overwhelmingly, this story is more tender than anything, because I think Spike would at least try to be that for her, but my Spike is a real!vampire, so there is more growliness to come. especially when Angel comes on scene, because...well, have you ever seen the two of *them* together? growly is a start.
anyway, thanks for reading and commenting!
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Date: 2006-10-30 12:32 am (UTC)If wishes were horses, Spike was shit out of luck.
“You never answered me, you know, about the thing. The thing with the people.”
the thing with the "people" and the angel references- so nice, the build up, the aggregation of allusions. hee!
wise beyond her years: what's your take on that? do you think she has access to her mystical side? do you think she might have learned to channel her energy? and if so, what would that look like- a universal oneness? hm.
and on a separate note: a peek at dawn's perviness (attraction to spike's dangerous potential) hooray! she's a saucy minx.
guh: “Do you now? Come here, you naughty thing.”
het daddy!kink. so much hotter than i thought it would be. ;)
"She’d turned his brain into a gooey bit of fluff, while she had apparently remained lucid."
hee! she rocks!
and then, with the seduction, and the unsureness, and guh... hot.
and then sweet again, with the stroking and cuddling. and the awesome moment of Dawn's truth telling.
sigh. so nice.
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Date: 2006-10-30 01:01 am (UTC)I think her wisdom could be mystical. but Dawn has always been very observant, and I think you'd be surprised how much a little sister can pick up on (I learned a lot just from listening to my sister on the phone, when I was still quite young). also, she's had a lot of loss: her dad, her mom, her sister (twice)...undoubtedly, friends with Sunnydale being what it is...her sense of self when she found out she was the Key. I could see how that would give her a slightly cynical or frankly realistic edge, now.
hehe, I definitely have the daddykink. this will never be explicit daddykink (I don't think), though I do play on both Spike and Angel's roles as her authority figures in the past (and to an extent, in the present, though Dawn isn't content to let them kid themselves that they can tell her what to do). I think that can be hot. I'm also writing this evil-Spike/Angelus/Dawn kidnapping thing that will be explicit daddykink in the hottest most twisted way. lmao. but here I'll probably leave it as an unspoken, subtext thing.
hee! she rocks!
lol. that made me laugh too.
yes, Dawn was kind of naughty. nearly got herself in trouble. good thing there's the chip ;)
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Date: 2006-10-30 04:56 pm (UTC)and, guh, i am a sick girl for getting so excited about this: "I'm also writing this evil-Spike/Angelus/Dawn kidnapping thing that will be explicit daddykink in the hottest most twisted way" when does this happen? can't wait! i never even looked at Angel before he lost his soul. Then i kept waiting and waiting for it to happen again. ;) major at-the-mercy-of-nefarious-souless-vampires-kink.
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Date: 2006-10-30 06:26 pm (UTC)errrr....*runs away* hahaha. I'm chipping away at it a bit at a time, when the mood strikes, and I positively refuse to post it until it's complete because I can't afford the pressure of another wip. soo....whenever it gets done. I'd guess i'm a third of the way through with it.
major at-the-mercy-of-nefarious-souless-vampires-kink.
me too, honey. me. too.
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Date: 2006-12-19 03:29 am (UTC)*hugs you hard for your compliments to my characterization* that was all very wonderful to hear. also very wonderful to hear that you found that scene hot. I feel like there are a few sex scenes in this fic that I have no perspective on whether or not they are. :)
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Date: 2007-01-21 08:16 am (UTC)yeah..
okay, that was incredibly hot haha
love love her secucing him, love him growly and feral and rawr
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so good
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Date: 2007-01-21 02:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-05 05:01 pm (UTC)Why can’t I be Dawn? *sobs bitterly*
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Date: 2007-05-05 09:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-22 04:28 pm (UTC)I love how they seem to always slip onto that sort of brother/sister...bickering and joking with one another. I like how they can be so cute together, and then sexy in the next minute.
Loved it!... on to the next chapter.
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Date: 2007-11-26 05:32 pm (UTC)