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Dawning Realization
TITLE: Dawning Realization
CHAPTER: 1 of ?
SHIP: Dawn / Spike
RATING: NC17
CATEGORY: Erotica, Angst
SPOILERS: Buffy The Vampire Slayer Season 5, 6 & 7, 2nd last episode and Finale
DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to Josh Wedon and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.
UNIVERSE: The Buffy The Vampire Slayer universe mostly unaltered. The night before the finale. On account of the fact that this is a fantasy we can overlook the underage thing. OK? OK
The Summers Residence. the Basement, 1am
Spike shifted and realized Buffy wasn't with him on the narrow cot anymore. "Don't blame her. It's gonna be a bloody grand day tomorrow. If her plan fails, it will bloody well be the last day too." he thought pessimistically in the darkness. Her plan was bold and somehow Spike knew that it was the right thing to do. He reached out and took the amulet Buffy had given him. He ran his fingers over the metal edges and the large jewel at its centre, turning it this way and that trying to get a sense of its power. "Bugger this." he said out loud and swung his legs to the floor so that he was sitting on the edge of the cot. He put the amulet down and picked up his pack of cigarettes and his lighter, stood up, took a step and was about to light up when he stopped.
"Hi, Lil' Bit." he said igniting the lighter and it's flickering light revealed Dawn standing at the foot of the stairs. He lit his cigarette and when he snapped the lighter closed with a practiced flick of his wrist, gloom once again enveloped them. She'd been really quite, but he could hear her heart beating when she'd opened the door at the top of the stairs. He'd smelled her too, but her scent was different, somehow, which is why it had taken him longer to identify her. His vampire night vision meant that he could see her clearly though the dim glow of his cigarette left him a mere silhouetted shadow to her eyes. She just stood there her body tense and held tight, her breathing slow and deep as if she were steeling herself for something.
"Just bloody great." he thought, "Another 'You tried to rape my sister and are evil' speech with a chorus of 'and I hope you die tomorrow' from Dawn. Not like I don't deserve it." He sat silently waiting for Dawn to make the first move. She barely tolerated his presence after she found out what he had done and even him getting his soul and finally his sanity back had no effect on her icy treatment of him. He had to admit to himself that it hurt. She had been one of the few people that had trusted him and he had grown really close to her over those few months Buffy had been dead. That always sounded funny in his head, no matter how many times he thought it.
She hadn't known William the Bloody first hand like the rest of the Scoobies. She had been told, in great detail no doubt, by if not Buffy then surely by good old Xander, about his exploits and misdeeds. Yet, she had never associated those facts with the man she knew. The one who, for lack of a better word, babysat her and kept her safe and later became her friend and confidant. He had betrayed her trust in the bathroom just above his head, destroying forever her heroic image of him. He dragged his hand through his bleach blonde hair as time dragged on and still she said nothing. She'd folded her arms in front of her, he noticed. The silence was becoming uncomfortable.
Dawn had to go to the bathroom the moment Buffy finished telling them her plan and the pep talk that followed. She'd thrown up until her stomach dry heaved. Her hands trembled as she turned on the faucet to wash her face and try and wash the taste of bile out of her mouth. She had a really bad feeling about the next day. She knew that it was the right thing to do, but she also knew with absolute certainty that people were going to die. People she knew. People she loved. But, most of all she was absolutely sure she would die. She had so little to offer and she had cheated death once already. Buffy had given her life for her even though she knew the truth, that Dawn wasn't really her sister, but only a figment created to make the Slayer protect her.
Dawn brushed away a tear that rolled down her cheek and squared her shoulders. "Pity. Pity party of one?" she asked her reflection in a mocking tone. There was so much she hadn't had a chance to do. She hadn't had a boyfriend. The only date she had ever been on ended up being with a vampire and ditto for her first kiss and not even a nice vampire like this Angel every talked about or Spike. Spike... she hated what he had done or tried to do to Buffy, but she was finally beginning to understand the why of it. He had not had a soul. He couldn't understand what true love meant. He had the intense feelings that it created but not the ability to deal with them the way normal people did. When he... he tried to force himself on Buffy, he had honestly believed he was doing the right thing. Only afterwards, after getting his soul back, did the understanding of how wrong it was become apparent to him. She made a decision.
She didn't want to die a virgin and thinking about it, she knew who could make sure that she didn't. Either way, she had to make her peace with him and there were mere hours left. She loitered at the head of the basement stairs until she saw Buffy leave and she found her self with her hand on the doorknob, unable to open it. The wait had allowed the nervous energy of her abrupt decision to boil away under the heat of doubt and hesitation. The thought of what she was about to do both thrilled and scared her. In the end the realisation that her circumstances had not changed and neither had her desire allowed her determination to return and let her slink quietly down the stairs, which led her to her present situation. She chewed her lower lip nervously.
Spike watched Dawn and tried to figure out what she wanted. Her scent had altered in subtle way. He could smell fear, but not exactly, something closer to anxiety, but also not quite and something else, something that hovered just on the edge of his ability to identify. These scents hovered just above the lavender body lotion and almond shampoo smell he associated with her. He concentrated harder to identify the element in her scent that was eluding him until with a shock he recognised it. "Bloody hell. Dawnie's ho... arou..." his mind would not allow him to finish the thought. Such, thoughts were not to be associated with Dawn and certainly not when she was alone with him in a dark basement. All of a sudden he wanted to be out of there, but the only way was past her. Then, she spoke.
"Buffy's plan is pretty radical, isn't it?" she asks him trying to break the ice. "How did one ask a hundred and fifty year old resouled vampire to deflower you. And, why would I use the word deflower in my own head?" she asks herself. She watches him take a heavy drag on his cigarette. "Yeah. That's our Buffy. Never was one for the conventional or to muck about with half measures." He replies deciding to play it cool. She steps closer and he barely stops himself from taking a step back to maintain the distance between them. She makes up her mind, deciding to take a book from her sisters' book and threw caution to the wind. "Spike, William, I need a favour. I want... need you to do something for me, well to be truthful, to me." She tells him and with fingers that have only a slight tremble she starts to unbutton her blouse.
Spike had done and faced all kinds of evil with out the slightest amount of fear, but at that moment with Dawn's words still echoing in the darkness and him watching her slowly unbutton her blouse, he fervently wished one off his vampire powers was teleportation. He didn't realize he was taking a step back until the back of his legs came up against the edge of the cot. He could hear her heart pounding as she moved closer to him. "Errrr, Pet, I..." he tried to find the words and ran his fingers through his bleached hair again, hiding his face from her view as he tried to buy time. She's undressing and his words as feeble as they are, are not stopping her. "Dawn stop!" he cries when she reaches behind her to undo her brassier. "Dawnie. We... I can't do this." He tells her although his body makes a liar out of him as he feels his manhood starting to harden in his pants as the scent of her arousal intensifies, tantalizes his vampire senses.
"Please don't call me that. Not here. Not now. This isn't exactly how I dreamed of doing this, but life has a way, especially in Sunnydale, of not sticking to plans. I... I need this. Tomorrow could see the beginning of the end of the world and odds being what they are, even if we win, there is a good chance I'll still end up dead. I want to know that I had a chance to experience this part of life. I've read about it, even seen it and definitely fantasized about it, but I want to know, for myself. Do you understand?" she asked, explaining herself before reached behind her and undoing her bra.
He wanted to argue, but no matter which way he turned her argument around in his head, no matter how intrinsically wrong the idea was, he couldn't find the counter for her heartfelt plea. Even without a soul he would have known it was wrong, but would it be an even worse travesty to deny her. She took another step forward and he reflexively moved back and he sat down heavily on the cot. She continued to advance, her bra dropping to the floor as she kicked away her sandals. Her skirt followed next and then she was standing in front of him in nothing but a pair of lavender panties.
He hadn't realized how much she'd grown, physically at least. She truly was a young woman and not the girl that had been living in his mind. She had an hourglass figure with a narrow waist and smooth curved hips. Her breasts weren't large, but were perfectly proportioned for her lithe frame. Her breasts were capped by small pink nipples, about as tall as the eraser on a pencil, but thicker in diameter set in the middle of dusky mushroom cap areola. Her physical maturity didn't make what he was actually considering doing any less wrong, though. Buffy was going to kill him. This time, if they won and he survived she would actually kill him. He was too old and experienced to think she wouldn't find out, somehow. Hell, he figured it would most probably be a three-way race between her, Willow and, lest we forget, Xander as to who would kill him. But, there she stood. "Dawn, Luv? Are you sure?" he asked quietly. He could hear her heart beating a mile-a-minute as she took a deep breath and answered simply: "Yes."
Dawn didn't know what she'd do if he rejected her. Her courage was at its very limits just standing there, for all intents, naked. She could see the bulge in his jeans and for the strangest reason she wondered, as a vampire where he was getting the blood from. She could feel his eyes wondering over her body and resisted the urge to cover her breasts by folding her arms over it. At, the same time, his attention made her body react. She could feel herself growing open and wet, her skin becoming hot and flushed and her nipples were developing a tingle as they tightened and hardened. He asked her if she was sure and she told him she was and then she closed the distance between them until their knees touched.
His eyes searched hers, they were close enough so that the darkness did not hamper her vision and she met his gaze steadily. She chewed on her lower lip for a moment and then she took hold of either side of his t-shirt, just above his jeans. He nodded once and then lifted his arms and she pulls his t-shirt off over his head and tossed it to the side. His hands were cool as he placed them lightly on her hips, drawing heat from her, making her skin pebble with goose flesh before they heated up and share her warmth. His skin is pale enough to nearly glow in the dark and feels too cool to the touch as she ran her hand lightly across the hard plane of his chest.
He pulls her forward, forcing her to widen her stance so that she straddles his knees. She murmurs wordlessly as he presses his lips to the skin above her toned stomach. She wraps her arms around his head, letting he fingers slide through his short, spiky bleach-blonde hair. "Spiky, Spike." She thinks frivolously even as her heart skips a beat as his lips and tongue start to explore her. He draws wet, mysterious patterns with his tongue on the canvas of her smooth skin. She shivers when he pulls back slightly and blows on her belly, cooling the saliva he had left there. He looks up at her and she looks down at him. "Well, Pet. Here's to the end of the world." He tells her quietly and slides the waistband of her panties off her hips.
TO BE CONTINUED
CHAPTER: 1 of ?
SHIP: Dawn / Spike
RATING: NC17
CATEGORY: Erotica, Angst
SPOILERS: Buffy The Vampire Slayer Season 5, 6 & 7, 2nd last episode and Finale
DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to Josh Wedon and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.
UNIVERSE: The Buffy The Vampire Slayer universe mostly unaltered. The night before the finale. On account of the fact that this is a fantasy we can overlook the underage thing. OK? OK
The Summers Residence. the Basement, 1am
Spike shifted and realized Buffy wasn't with him on the narrow cot anymore. "Don't blame her. It's gonna be a bloody grand day tomorrow. If her plan fails, it will bloody well be the last day too." he thought pessimistically in the darkness. Her plan was bold and somehow Spike knew that it was the right thing to do. He reached out and took the amulet Buffy had given him. He ran his fingers over the metal edges and the large jewel at its centre, turning it this way and that trying to get a sense of its power. "Bugger this." he said out loud and swung his legs to the floor so that he was sitting on the edge of the cot. He put the amulet down and picked up his pack of cigarettes and his lighter, stood up, took a step and was about to light up when he stopped.
"Hi, Lil' Bit." he said igniting the lighter and it's flickering light revealed Dawn standing at the foot of the stairs. He lit his cigarette and when he snapped the lighter closed with a practiced flick of his wrist, gloom once again enveloped them. She'd been really quite, but he could hear her heart beating when she'd opened the door at the top of the stairs. He'd smelled her too, but her scent was different, somehow, which is why it had taken him longer to identify her. His vampire night vision meant that he could see her clearly though the dim glow of his cigarette left him a mere silhouetted shadow to her eyes. She just stood there her body tense and held tight, her breathing slow and deep as if she were steeling herself for something.
"Just bloody great." he thought, "Another 'You tried to rape my sister and are evil' speech with a chorus of 'and I hope you die tomorrow' from Dawn. Not like I don't deserve it." He sat silently waiting for Dawn to make the first move. She barely tolerated his presence after she found out what he had done and even him getting his soul and finally his sanity back had no effect on her icy treatment of him. He had to admit to himself that it hurt. She had been one of the few people that had trusted him and he had grown really close to her over those few months Buffy had been dead. That always sounded funny in his head, no matter how many times he thought it.
She hadn't known William the Bloody first hand like the rest of the Scoobies. She had been told, in great detail no doubt, by if not Buffy then surely by good old Xander, about his exploits and misdeeds. Yet, she had never associated those facts with the man she knew. The one who, for lack of a better word, babysat her and kept her safe and later became her friend and confidant. He had betrayed her trust in the bathroom just above his head, destroying forever her heroic image of him. He dragged his hand through his bleach blonde hair as time dragged on and still she said nothing. She'd folded her arms in front of her, he noticed. The silence was becoming uncomfortable.
Dawn had to go to the bathroom the moment Buffy finished telling them her plan and the pep talk that followed. She'd thrown up until her stomach dry heaved. Her hands trembled as she turned on the faucet to wash her face and try and wash the taste of bile out of her mouth. She had a really bad feeling about the next day. She knew that it was the right thing to do, but she also knew with absolute certainty that people were going to die. People she knew. People she loved. But, most of all she was absolutely sure she would die. She had so little to offer and she had cheated death once already. Buffy had given her life for her even though she knew the truth, that Dawn wasn't really her sister, but only a figment created to make the Slayer protect her.
Dawn brushed away a tear that rolled down her cheek and squared her shoulders. "Pity. Pity party of one?" she asked her reflection in a mocking tone. There was so much she hadn't had a chance to do. She hadn't had a boyfriend. The only date she had ever been on ended up being with a vampire and ditto for her first kiss and not even a nice vampire like this Angel every talked about or Spike. Spike... she hated what he had done or tried to do to Buffy, but she was finally beginning to understand the why of it. He had not had a soul. He couldn't understand what true love meant. He had the intense feelings that it created but not the ability to deal with them the way normal people did. When he... he tried to force himself on Buffy, he had honestly believed he was doing the right thing. Only afterwards, after getting his soul back, did the understanding of how wrong it was become apparent to him. She made a decision.
She didn't want to die a virgin and thinking about it, she knew who could make sure that she didn't. Either way, she had to make her peace with him and there were mere hours left. She loitered at the head of the basement stairs until she saw Buffy leave and she found her self with her hand on the doorknob, unable to open it. The wait had allowed the nervous energy of her abrupt decision to boil away under the heat of doubt and hesitation. The thought of what she was about to do both thrilled and scared her. In the end the realisation that her circumstances had not changed and neither had her desire allowed her determination to return and let her slink quietly down the stairs, which led her to her present situation. She chewed her lower lip nervously.
Spike watched Dawn and tried to figure out what she wanted. Her scent had altered in subtle way. He could smell fear, but not exactly, something closer to anxiety, but also not quite and something else, something that hovered just on the edge of his ability to identify. These scents hovered just above the lavender body lotion and almond shampoo smell he associated with her. He concentrated harder to identify the element in her scent that was eluding him until with a shock he recognised it. "Bloody hell. Dawnie's ho... arou..." his mind would not allow him to finish the thought. Such, thoughts were not to be associated with Dawn and certainly not when she was alone with him in a dark basement. All of a sudden he wanted to be out of there, but the only way was past her. Then, she spoke.
"Buffy's plan is pretty radical, isn't it?" she asks him trying to break the ice. "How did one ask a hundred and fifty year old resouled vampire to deflower you. And, why would I use the word deflower in my own head?" she asks herself. She watches him take a heavy drag on his cigarette. "Yeah. That's our Buffy. Never was one for the conventional or to muck about with half measures." He replies deciding to play it cool. She steps closer and he barely stops himself from taking a step back to maintain the distance between them. She makes up her mind, deciding to take a book from her sisters' book and threw caution to the wind. "Spike, William, I need a favour. I want... need you to do something for me, well to be truthful, to me." She tells him and with fingers that have only a slight tremble she starts to unbutton her blouse.
Spike had done and faced all kinds of evil with out the slightest amount of fear, but at that moment with Dawn's words still echoing in the darkness and him watching her slowly unbutton her blouse, he fervently wished one off his vampire powers was teleportation. He didn't realize he was taking a step back until the back of his legs came up against the edge of the cot. He could hear her heart pounding as she moved closer to him. "Errrr, Pet, I..." he tried to find the words and ran his fingers through his bleached hair again, hiding his face from her view as he tried to buy time. She's undressing and his words as feeble as they are, are not stopping her. "Dawn stop!" he cries when she reaches behind her to undo her brassier. "Dawnie. We... I can't do this." He tells her although his body makes a liar out of him as he feels his manhood starting to harden in his pants as the scent of her arousal intensifies, tantalizes his vampire senses.
"Please don't call me that. Not here. Not now. This isn't exactly how I dreamed of doing this, but life has a way, especially in Sunnydale, of not sticking to plans. I... I need this. Tomorrow could see the beginning of the end of the world and odds being what they are, even if we win, there is a good chance I'll still end up dead. I want to know that I had a chance to experience this part of life. I've read about it, even seen it and definitely fantasized about it, but I want to know, for myself. Do you understand?" she asked, explaining herself before reached behind her and undoing her bra.
He wanted to argue, but no matter which way he turned her argument around in his head, no matter how intrinsically wrong the idea was, he couldn't find the counter for her heartfelt plea. Even without a soul he would have known it was wrong, but would it be an even worse travesty to deny her. She took another step forward and he reflexively moved back and he sat down heavily on the cot. She continued to advance, her bra dropping to the floor as she kicked away her sandals. Her skirt followed next and then she was standing in front of him in nothing but a pair of lavender panties.
He hadn't realized how much she'd grown, physically at least. She truly was a young woman and not the girl that had been living in his mind. She had an hourglass figure with a narrow waist and smooth curved hips. Her breasts weren't large, but were perfectly proportioned for her lithe frame. Her breasts were capped by small pink nipples, about as tall as the eraser on a pencil, but thicker in diameter set in the middle of dusky mushroom cap areola. Her physical maturity didn't make what he was actually considering doing any less wrong, though. Buffy was going to kill him. This time, if they won and he survived she would actually kill him. He was too old and experienced to think she wouldn't find out, somehow. Hell, he figured it would most probably be a three-way race between her, Willow and, lest we forget, Xander as to who would kill him. But, there she stood. "Dawn, Luv? Are you sure?" he asked quietly. He could hear her heart beating a mile-a-minute as she took a deep breath and answered simply: "Yes."
Dawn didn't know what she'd do if he rejected her. Her courage was at its very limits just standing there, for all intents, naked. She could see the bulge in his jeans and for the strangest reason she wondered, as a vampire where he was getting the blood from. She could feel his eyes wondering over her body and resisted the urge to cover her breasts by folding her arms over it. At, the same time, his attention made her body react. She could feel herself growing open and wet, her skin becoming hot and flushed and her nipples were developing a tingle as they tightened and hardened. He asked her if she was sure and she told him she was and then she closed the distance between them until their knees touched.
His eyes searched hers, they were close enough so that the darkness did not hamper her vision and she met his gaze steadily. She chewed on her lower lip for a moment and then she took hold of either side of his t-shirt, just above his jeans. He nodded once and then lifted his arms and she pulls his t-shirt off over his head and tossed it to the side. His hands were cool as he placed them lightly on her hips, drawing heat from her, making her skin pebble with goose flesh before they heated up and share her warmth. His skin is pale enough to nearly glow in the dark and feels too cool to the touch as she ran her hand lightly across the hard plane of his chest.
He pulls her forward, forcing her to widen her stance so that she straddles his knees. She murmurs wordlessly as he presses his lips to the skin above her toned stomach. She wraps her arms around his head, letting he fingers slide through his short, spiky bleach-blonde hair. "Spiky, Spike." She thinks frivolously even as her heart skips a beat as his lips and tongue start to explore her. He draws wet, mysterious patterns with his tongue on the canvas of her smooth skin. She shivers when he pulls back slightly and blows on her belly, cooling the saliva he had left there. He looks up at her and she looks down at him. "Well, Pet. Here's to the end of the world." He tells her quietly and slides the waistband of her panties off her hips.
TO BE CONTINUED