Dawn's Fine

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or the setting of the story. As far as I know, Dawn Summers and all things I borrowed from the Buffyverse are a creation of and belong to Joss Whedon, and Milton Fine belongs to the creators of the Superman comics, and Warner Bros and whoever else owns "Smallville".

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Chapter 15


“Dawn,” he whispered gently.


“Mmm,” she replied, purring, eyes still closed, chest resting on his chest.


He had dropped some of the pretenses of humanity since he had told her the whole truth. To think that it had been only a few hours ago... But for him, the hours of freedom were causing great evolutionary leaps. He did wonder if she found odd his lack of breathing and heartbeat. He wondered, not for the first time, how close had she really been with the vampire formerly known as William Pratt. Was he experiencing jealousy? Unthinkable. Besides, it would've been like Bruce Wayne being jealous on account of Batman.


“We should try something,” he said.


“You are going to wear me out,” she said, and he could sense the excitement underneath the fake complaining tone. “I didn't even know I could bend that way,” she said, rolling on her belly and looking at him with sparkling eyes. “Just give me five more minutes and I'm all yours.”


All his. Would she ever stop surprising him? She accepted him. Soulless and lifeless as he was. Vampire. The term popped in his mind again. That vampire. What had he really meant to her? It did not matter. There were no ghosts between them. And no more hidden truths.


“While I am immensely pleased to hear that, it was not what I had in mind.”


“Oh?”


The soft disappointment in her tone could've melted a man's heart.


“I was thinking that we should find a way to jam the communication with the ship. Another way,” he clarified when he saw her impish grin.


“You're right. We might not always have access to a bed when we need to talk.”


He caressed her hair. His little girl was so smart. She was, after all, of Kryptonian make, just like him. He smiled at the thought.


“We should get dressed and go out to eat.”


Dawn crawled further up in bed and gave him a kiss on the corner of his mouth raised by the smile. She trailed her fingers along his arm, kissed his shoulder, and grazed his skin with her teeth. He knew that she wanted to focus on the present, so that she wouldn't have to think about the hopelessness of their predicament.


“When exactly does the communication break? When I come? Or when you?” she asked, and left the bed.


He watched her pull a stocking slowly up, on her beautiful, smooth, long leg. He waited mesmerized for her to repeat the operation on the other leg. His all too masculine software made his dick twitch when she got up wearing nothing but the black stockings.


“It's not always the same,” he said, following her around with his gaze, as she retrieved the pieces of clothing that had flown all around the room the previous evening. “Sometimes when we're only kissing it breaks for a few seconds. That's why we should experiment some more.”


“All right then. Are you going to get out of bed anytime soon?” she asked, zipping up her skirt.


He made a show of it and used his super speed. He was dressed and crushing her to his chest before she had finished the last word.


“You forgot these,” he said, dangling her panties from one finger.


Dawn startled at his sudden appearance, but she regained her composure instantly.


“No, I didn't,” she replied.


His damn software was making him a slave to this girl. Knowing that Dawn was going to walk out the door without any underwear made him just a little bit harder.

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“Dawn?” he tried to get her attention with the hoarse whisper.


She did not answer. She was kissing his neck, alternating the kisses with licks and nibbles. Her breath was scorching him. How did humans deal with this?


“Dawnie,” he tried again. “We haven't even made it to the restaurant.”


“Whatever you have against parking lots I'll never understand,” she said, raising her head for an instant.


He pushed his body into hers, pressing his hardness against her belly.


“I see you are up for a spot of sex in a public place,” she commented.


He stopped fighting it. He put his hands on her hips and pulled her into him. She trembled in his arms and held him tighter.


Before he went any further, he measured her pheromone level. It had shot through the roof in a matter of seconds. He slid a hand under her skirt and found her as wet and hot as he had expected. She moaned when his fingers dipped into her soft flesh. The connection with the ship broke abruptly.


“It worked. The connection is off,” he told her.


Dawn looked at him with unadulterated lust.


“Great. And why did you stop?” she asked.


“Because we were supposed to be trying to find ways to break the connection without doing this,” he said, surprised that his software was able to reply to any other command than 'fuck her'.


“We can do that later,” she said. “I want you.”


The girl was rubbing herself against him. It should've been easy to talk her out of this course of action, but he was unable to refuse her. He thought about the interactions between them. If she wanted something, he had always done it. Her influence on him was even more complex than he had first surmised. He could never say no to her. He was aware that they shouldn't have sex in a parking lot, that they could get caught, that they needed to experiment other ways to shield themselves from the ship, that they had had sex for about thirty six hours straight... but he could do nothing other than undoing his trousers and thrusting into her.


She had not been acting. They had talked about the need for her to initiate sexual contacts so that they wouldn't raise the suspicions of the mainframe, but her lust was real every single time. It was as if she found the necessity of throwing herself at him liberating.


He had only thrust into her a few times when she came. He felt her walls throbbing, contracting around him, squeezing him. He let her orgasm carry him over the edge, while a small part of his mind noticed that she seemed to want him more intensely, and it took her less and less to come. It was as if she needed him, needed his presence, needed to connect with him. He realized that he needed her, too. The want, the freedom she gave him, the intensity of what she made him experience, they were all melting into need, into addiction.

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They made it into the restaurant without any more stops. They found a romantic, dimly lit booth and sat across from each other like an ordinary couple. They made small talk while waiting for their meal. He had given her the signal that the connection had been resumed. She beamed, looking for all the world like a woman in love. And that was exactly what she was. He smiled back at her.


He watched her nibble a little from each plate that came. Her brilliant gaze was always on him, making him think of the expression 'starry eyed'. The level of her pheromones was constantly elevated, as if she was on a permanent high.


He was surprised when she slid under the table. He used his X-ray vision to follow her progress through the solid wood of the tabletop. She was crawling on all fours toward him. Apparently his software had some dominant traits to its sexuality, because he found himself enjoying seeing her on her hands and knees.


He could tell from her increased heart rate that she was nervous. He felt her fingers tremble just a little as she started to undo his zipper. For all her eagerness, she did not have the dexterity to get him out. Her hot breath and her fumbling were getting him hard, making her task even more difficult. He took pity on her and reached under the table. No sooner his cock was out that Dawn's tongue swirled around it causing him to grip the edges of the table. The connection broke as soon as she took him into her mouth and began sucking. He almost felt embarrassed about how soon he exploded in her mouth. She swallowed it all, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand with a child-like gesture, and came back up when he told her it was all clear.

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Spring break was over. He watched Dawn disappear through the terminal doors. The embrace they had shared seconds ago freed him for a few minutes from the mind blending with the ship. There had been such intensity in their farewell, that he was almost shaking. Why were they wasting their last days staying apart? She knew just as clearly as he did that they were doomed. He had learned that the timetable of bringing General Zod back was advancing without any glitches. He had hoped that Kal-El might be able to stop it, but the son of Jor-El was not yet a match for the Brain Interactive Construct.


Milton Fine squashed the urge to fly to Metropolis and be there when Dawn's plane landed.


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to be continued...