Temptation

(characters are not ours, they're Joss')



As Spike spoke to the four of them over the hour long drive, Dawn’s eyes only rarely left his perfect profile. Although it was hard to catch the electric blue flash of his eyes, since he kept them mainly on the heavy London traffic on the way to the boarding school, the movement of his lips and the strong lines of his throat, especially when he swallowed during the long lecture, kept her mesmerized. She’d never paid quite so much attention to a teacher in her life.



She even found herself doing all the things that the empty-headed girls at Sunnydale High had done to get a boy’s interest aroused… fussing with her hair, tucking it behind her ear and giving him flirtatious looks, crossing and uncrossing her legs, playing with the hem of her skirt and the neckline of her dress. She hoped she wasn’t doing it too often. Subtle would be nice, especially since it was a skill Buffy had never mastered. Mostly, she simply watched him. Even landmarks like Piccadilly Square and Big Ben caught only the faintest of glances from her.



It was completely inappropriate... how aware he was of every one of her movements. How many times did he need to remind himself... she was a student, she was the Slayer's sister, that she probably thought of his as that sweet vampire who'd taken care of her. Had he been sweet? Well he wasn't now... now he was just getting warm... too warm.



Abruptly, he rolled down the window and took out a smoke. "Sorry, I know you Americans might object but..." But he needed something to fiddle with, something that wasn't forbidden territory.



"Go right ahead," Dawn murmured. "Anything you like."



He glanced at her, at her parted lips and flushed face. All he could see was her in his bed, dark hair fanned out over his pillows... telling him to let loose. Fucking hell. That was where he was... bloody fucking hell.



Taking another long drag on his cigarette, he slowed down as the school gates were opened, then gunned the car down the long drive... also forbidden, but on balance, this was but a minor transgression. He got out of the car fast... not looking at her, needing distance.



"Right... get your stuff, then inside." His hand slightly shook as he opened the boot.



Dawn unfolded her long legs and rose in a more leisurely fashion from the passenger side of the car, then moved to the rear of the vehicle to stand near Spike. Her luggage was on the bottom of the trunk, after all. She'd have to wait. As the other kids fussed with their things, she leaned against the side of the car, one hand playing with her hair again, legs crossed at the ankles. Notice me, her mind screamed at him. See me. Let me in again. But how to do it? It wasn't like being the Slayer's little sis had given her vast wells of experience with seduction... only with surviving. Deciding that anything was better than doing nothing, she smiled shyly at him, saying, "I don't think a teacher's ever got me to listen so closely before, Mr. Spike. Thanks."



"New city... you're excited, that's all," he said rather gruffly. When she moved closer to get her gear, his self preservation instincts kicked in and he lifted her pack to hold it between them. But he'd pulled it up too fast, and things spilled out. "Sod it all..."



She crouched at his feet, knees wide, skirt dipping between them, and started scooping up frilly lingerie. "It's not just the city," she said, laughing up at him, blue eyes framed in tumbled brown hair from her abrupt descent. Who knew it would feel so good to hear him swearing again! Who knew how hot he'd still be as a human.... Her eyes widened a bit, and she ducked her head again, but not before a blush covered her cheeks. Before she remembered that, as a human, he’d not be able to simply smell just how much she wanted him.



He cursed again, this time because of the unholy thoughts torturing him when that mouth of hers moved so close... making him grown hard and hot. And still she was looking up at him, only inches away.



Looking down didn't help. Her thighs were spread wide as she squatted, her skirt hid nothing from his view. Taking a deep breath, he bent to help her... if only to hurry the process.



The first thing he snatched up was a small, frilly bra. White... innocent as the driven snow... but the thoughts that tumulted through his mind were anything but innocent. He wondered if she was wearing white under her blouse. How much of her was actually covered, and how much peeked above the little cups.



"S... sorry," he tossed the bra inside her bag, and tried to pick up non-frilly things.



Dawn scooped everything into a tumble in her arms, and stood to face him across the bag he was clutching like a shield. "Don't be," she said, her blush still staining her cheeks. The others were trudging up the stone walk to the front of the school, bags slung across shoulders and trundling behind them on wheels across the uneven paving.



She stepped closer, her breasts brushing the bag, and neatly deposited the jumble of underwear inside it. "I'm glad you're alive, and that I get a chance to know the new you. Memory or no memory." She grasped the zipper pull in her delicate fingers and slowly stroked it along the gaping bag, closing it up tight again. "I'm glad to be the first."



The sound of the zipper sent an urgent jolt of desire to his groin. If only her hand was on him... if she were freeing him. If she were getting to know him in a way that would get him in trouble... big trouble.



"I'm quite sure you're the first at many things," he said, coughing to clear away his wandering thoughts. Was she innocent? Had she ever.... It was none of his business. None of his business.



He walked alongside her, his steps a bit stiff... he was uncomfortable, his trousers too tight. It was ridiculous... there were so many women, so many students if one desired to go that route - which he did not... why this one? Why did Dawn Summers, with whom he had a past... a past not at all in line with the feelings and thoughts she was generating within him... have to be the one?



Dawn tossed her backpack over her shoulder and dragged her wheeled case along, keeping in step with Spike. She'd grown a little over the months he'd been... gone, though still did'n't match his height. As they neared the doors and the waiting students, she got herself under a little bit of control. Watching his hands on her bra, strong fingers against delicate white lace, had hit her hard low in the belly, and there was a hint of dampness sliding between her thighs at the thought of those hands on her body, not just her clothing.



She was about to speak to him again when he veered off toward the side of the building, calling for them all to go on in and the secretary would take care of their needs. Needs! She really only had one.... him. Dawn knew what she wanted, and she wasn't going to let this Heaven-sent chance slip away. She had a whole semester to get this new Spike to see her in a new way.



* * *



Spike paced back and forth in his apartment that evening, chastising himself. He'd pulled out more records about his relationship with Dawn. Everything he read told him what he was feeling was unnatural, even if he weren't to be her teacher. Then there was her age. And the trust... he could not break the trust, even if he couldn't remember it.



He'd been off for the rest of the day, and had taken off... trying to get rid of his nervous energy. But nothing seemed to help, and it was late. Glancing at the clock, he started to strip his clothes off, dropping his tie over the back of a chair.



The minute he got under the sheets and put his head back, images flooded his mind. The way her skirt skimmed over her thighs... how he'd wanted to run his fingers along its hem. The feel of her bra... the way she flushed when she saw what he held.



The way she fidgeted, made his breath hitch each time she crossed and uncrossed her legs. Sixteen.... a child... and yet his hand was wandering to his cock... to ease the ache she started.



* * *



Dawn was totally exhausted. All the international travel wisdom said don't nap, stay up to get used to the time zone, and she had. But she was run ragged from the day, both because of the time change and because when Jeanine, Paul, and Joshua had been dismissed for the afternoon, she'd been taken to the school basement and introduced to the Watcher there, her trainer and unofficial official mentor.



After dinner, and a long day without another sight of Spike, she'd finally headed for her room, a tiny closet of a place with a single bed, one window, a closet, and (hallelujah!) a private bath! She guessed she'd lucked out because of the Watcher connection... or maybe this was supposed to be a floor monitor room. Either way, she wasn't about to complain!



She stripped off her blouse and skirt, and kicked her shoes toward the closet, heading directly for the bathroom, only to find.... no shower. Just a giganormous claw-foot tub. Well, at least the water gushed out hot and plentiful!



Once it was a little over halfway full, she stepped in carefully and sank below the surface, imagining the ripples were touches. Touches from Spike's warm hands. Suddenly, she didn't seem all that tired after all! In fact, her body was awakening in a most emphatic way, tingling and throbbing, especially where the water caressed her breasts and inner thighs. She spread them to let the water lap more intimately against her, imagining that Spike was watching. Wanting her as she wanted him.



* * *



Deep in the grips of his imagination, he could almost believe she was standing next to him as he sat at his desk, looking up at her. "Go on... recite the poem for me," he whispered thickly.



As her soft lilting voice surrounded him with words of passion, he reached out... casually, sliding his hands up and down her legs... pushing her skirt up ever so slightly. She stuttered. He saw her swallow... question.



"Go on," he answered, never staying his hands. "This is how its done here." God she was innocent, as she bravely went on.... her lashes fluttering slightly when he brushed her inner thighs.



* * *



Dawn moaned, imagining those beautiful, blinding blue eyes fixed on her body, laid before Spike like a feast. Her hands fluttered over her breasts, caressing softly along the sloping sides, then inward to her already-hard nipples, circling restlessly. She scooped up water and let it run across the rosy peaks, closing her eyes and tossing her head restlessly at the thought of Spike’s tongue there, at the wetness coming from his hot, human mouth.



"Please," she whimpered, shocking herself with the sound of her own need-choked voice. She imagined his velvety baritone stroking her like a touch, encouraging her, goading her to touch herself more, and more intimately.



* * *



He leaned back, and closed his eyes. Imagined himself gripping her thighs... listening to her voice shake, as she continued.... touching her there over her panties. Feeling her shift... follow his thumb, hearing her labored breath... seeing her remarkably blue eyes widen with shock when he dipped his thumb under her panties, touched her slippery core. Back and forth... back and forth... felt her bend slightly, needing a firmer touch.



His own breaths grew labored as he stroked himself harder to her image, raising his hips of the bed, biting his lip to prevent himself from saying her name.



* * *



Dawn bit her lip, whispering, “like this?” to her imaginary Spike, sliding her hands down along her ribs, along the outer sides of her thighs… trailing her fingers through her own dark curls, slipping a long forefinger down across her core, then another finger, and another, sliding in the warm water and her own slick juices. Her hips thrust upward against her own palm, seeking more.



Like melting wax, her legs fell further apart in the wide tub, knees bracing against the sides as she stroked herself deeper, more rapidly. Dawn brought her other hand into play, fingers plucking at the small nub that housed such overwhelming sensations, and slipped her own fingers into the soft molten center between her legs. Her back arched and she cried out, rocked by the intensity of her imagination.



* * *



Unable to stand it a moment longer, he pulled her closer, forcing her to straddle his knees. "Sit down luv, keep going," he urged, pulling her down hard over his cock, impaling her and rocking back at the intensity of sensations crashing around him. Her lips quivered, but she did as she was told... whispered the rest of the poem to him as he held her hips, guided her back and forth, made her ride him until he threw his head back again. "That's it....aaaahhh... Dawn.... that's it Bit... that's it... "



He flung an arm over his head, exhausted... satiated.... God, he'd needed that. He'd been wound up so tight all day, it was no wonder he'd come so hard.



That was it then. She'd be out of his system now. That's right... it was over. He took a few deep breaths, and realized he needed a smoke.



Completely bare assed, he walked into his living room in the dark and picked up his pack off the coffee table. As he lit it, a movement caught his eyes. He crossed to the window and looked out at the apartment across from his, groaning out loud as blood rushed to his groin.



* * *



Limp and stunned, Dawn finally got out of the tub and let the water drain away. She scrubbed herself rosy with the fat white towels, wrung water out of her hair, and wished like hell it had been the real thing. After running a comb through her hair, she rehung the towels and walked into her bedroom, confident that the door was locked and no one would be looking into her window at this late hour.



Feeling supple, sexy, and boneless from her personal fantasy, she reached high above her arms stretching like a lithe young animal, enjoying the pure freedom of nudity. She shook her hair back along her spine, lowered her arms slowly, and ran her hands over her breasts again, feeling a renewed tingle at the thought of Spike’s hands, Spike’s mouth.



Langorously, she strolled to her bed, turned back the covers, and slid between them, then clicked off the light. She’d have another chance to talk to him tomorrow. She’d make sure of it.





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