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Title: Wake Up Call
Fandom: BtVS
Characters: Dawn/Spike
Author: Emmy
Rating: Adults Only
Disclaimer: I own nothing and seek no profit from this story. Spike and Dawn belong to Joss Whedon et. al.; no copyright infringement intended.
Summary: Spike/Dawn smut for PurpleFeen.
Warnings: PWP; strong sexual content.
Distribution: Anywhere I personally post it; all others please ask first.
Feedback: Of course!
Author's Notes: Thank you, Gabrielle, for reading over this for me. And {{hugs}} Feen.
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Her first time had been -- typically -- in the back seat of a car. It had hurt like a bitch and was over so fast she couldn't help but feel disappointed. She didn't even have an orgasm. It was, by far, completely unsatisfying, and she had not been able to understand what all the fuss was about. Second, third, and fourth times . . . those were better, but nowhere near stellar. It wasn't until she'd had much more practice that she really enjoyed having sex. Dawn still hoped that was a normal thing, and that she had not been doing anything wrong.
He had not complained though, she remembered that quite well. In fact, he had been quite . . . enthusiastic about her performance. She had a dozen love bites on her stomach and inner thighs to prove it. And the sex? Holy crap. He was so much better than anyone else she had been with, and even thinking that made her realize how idiotic it sounded. Of course he was better than anyone else she'd been with. Her experience (before him) had been limited to boys; he was not a boy.
He knew exactly where to touch her, knew exactly what she needed even when she didn't. He made her feel beautiful, loved, passionate. He brought out the woman in her. Touching her so deeply, filling her up -- she knew she would never be able to live without it, without him, ever again. He was perfect.
She snuggled back against him, and he wrapped his arms around her. Even now, in his sleep, she could feel his arousal returning, and she arched her hips back to encourage it. His hand tightened on her waist after a moment, and he groaned when she brushed against his cock once more. She knew he was awake now. "Want you," she whispered.
He flipped her around suddenly, pinning her to the bed. He kissed her hard, and thrust his cock into the hollow of her hip, showing her how much he wanted her, too. Dawn moaned as he shifted slightly and then rubbed his cock against her cunt. "Already so wet," he said. "Thinking 'bout me, were you?"
She cried out as he slammed his cock into her, his name falling from her lips as pleasure shot through her body. He set a fast, almost brutal, rhythm, and Dawn began to tremble when he slipped a hand between them to stroke her clit. She met each of his thrusts with one of her own; she knew she wouldn't last long.
"Love fucking you," he told her before capturing her lips for another kiss. "Wanna keep you forever, never let you go."
Dawn knew she would let him, knew she would never deny him anything. She came screaming his name and clung fiercely to him as her name slipped from his lips in turn when pleasure took him over the edge as well. Holding on tight to each other, he stroked her hair as her breathing gradually returned to normal. "Morning, Nibblet," he whispered in her ear.
"Morning, Spike," she answered softly.
He pulled out of her and rolled over, pulling her to his side. She snuggled close and smiled when he pulled the blankets back over their naked bodies. "Love you," she murmured, resting her head on his chest.
He kissed her temple. "Love you too, bit."
She was still smiling when sleep claimed her once more.
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Fandom: BtVS
Characters: Dawn/Spike
Author: Emmy
Rating: Adults Only
Disclaimer: I own nothing and seek no profit from this story. Spike and Dawn belong to Joss Whedon et. al.; no copyright infringement intended.
Summary: Spike/Dawn smut for PurpleFeen.
Warnings: PWP; strong sexual content.
Distribution: Anywhere I personally post it; all others please ask first.
Feedback: Of course!
Author's Notes: Thank you, Gabrielle, for reading over this for me. And {{hugs}} Feen.
***
Her first time had been -- typically -- in the back seat of a car. It had hurt like a bitch and was over so fast she couldn't help but feel disappointed. She didn't even have an orgasm. It was, by far, completely unsatisfying, and she had not been able to understand what all the fuss was about. Second, third, and fourth times . . . those were better, but nowhere near stellar. It wasn't until she'd had much more practice that she really enjoyed having sex. Dawn still hoped that was a normal thing, and that she had not been doing anything wrong.
He had not complained though, she remembered that quite well. In fact, he had been quite . . . enthusiastic about her performance. She had a dozen love bites on her stomach and inner thighs to prove it. And the sex? Holy crap. He was so much better than anyone else she had been with, and even thinking that made her realize how idiotic it sounded. Of course he was better than anyone else she'd been with. Her experience (before him) had been limited to boys; he was not a boy.
He knew exactly where to touch her, knew exactly what she needed even when she didn't. He made her feel beautiful, loved, passionate. He brought out the woman in her. Touching her so deeply, filling her up -- she knew she would never be able to live without it, without him, ever again. He was perfect.
She snuggled back against him, and he wrapped his arms around her. Even now, in his sleep, she could feel his arousal returning, and she arched her hips back to encourage it. His hand tightened on her waist after a moment, and he groaned when she brushed against his cock once more. She knew he was awake now. "Want you," she whispered.
He flipped her around suddenly, pinning her to the bed. He kissed her hard, and thrust his cock into the hollow of her hip, showing her how much he wanted her, too. Dawn moaned as he shifted slightly and then rubbed his cock against her cunt. "Already so wet," he said. "Thinking 'bout me, were you?"
She cried out as he slammed his cock into her, his name falling from her lips as pleasure shot through her body. He set a fast, almost brutal, rhythm, and Dawn began to tremble when he slipped a hand between them to stroke her clit. She met each of his thrusts with one of her own; she knew she wouldn't last long.
"Love fucking you," he told her before capturing her lips for another kiss. "Wanna keep you forever, never let you go."
Dawn knew she would let him, knew she would never deny him anything. She came screaming his name and clung fiercely to him as her name slipped from his lips in turn when pleasure took him over the edge as well. Holding on tight to each other, he stroked her hair as her breathing gradually returned to normal. "Morning, Nibblet," he whispered in her ear.
"Morning, Spike," she answered softly.
He pulled out of her and rolled over, pulling her to his side. She snuggled close and smiled when he pulled the blankets back over their naked bodies. "Love you," she murmured, resting her head on his chest.
He kissed her temple. "Love you too, bit."
She was still smiling when sleep claimed her once more.
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