Two vamps, a girl, and a prophecy

Summary: What happens to Spike (and Angel) after ‘Not Fade Away.’
Rating: NC-17 Explicit sexual descriptions (later on), some language.
Pairings: Dawn/Spike, with a small side of Buffy/Xander.
Feedback: Yes, please. This is my first time posting a fic, so be gentle!
Archive? : Ask me first.
Beta: I need one!
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em. I’m just borrowing them for a while since Joss isn’t using them anymore.

Chapter 30

“H-holy sh-shit!” Dawn mumbled weakly, too exhausted to move her arms and embrace him. She settled for weakly waving one hand toward his side, and he jerked slightly.

“Tickles,” He complained sleepily, and they both chuckled softly. After a few minutes, he managed to lift his head slightly, gazing down adoringly at her. “I…that was…it’s never, ever been like that…I never felt like that before…” He sighed with frustration. “I don’t even know how to tell you…”

Dawn found herself fighting back tears once again. Finally regaining control over her arms, she reached up to stroke his cheek. “I understand. I love you, Spike.”

His face softened, and he smiled warmly at her. “I love you, too. So much.” Groaning slightly, he pulled out of her and moved to lay down beside her, pulling her into his arms. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’m never letting you go.”

“That works out well with my plan to stay here, like this, forever,” Dawn giggled, kissing his neck before resting her head on his chest.

“Glad that’s settled then,” He chuckled. Stretching his legs, he groaned loudly. “Jesus, I must be getting old…” Whimpering slightly, he reached up and laid his arm across his forehead, covering his eyes.

“I wore you out!” Dawn laughed. Pushing herself up on her elbows, she grinned mischievously at him. “Wow, I’ve never seen you break a sweat…” She dipped her head to lick his chest.

“I don’t sweat, luv,” Spike snorted, then yawned loudly.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot you were a Victorian gentleman,” Dawn teased. “Thou hast perspired…eth.” She giggled, licking him again.

“I don’t perspireth either,” Spike mumbled, opening one eye and glaring playfully at her.

“Okay, fine, it must be mine then. All through your hair, even. My sweat defies gravity,” Dawn laughed, running her fingers through his hair, which was now a mess of damp curls.

“Why not? Other parts of you certainly do,” Spike chuckled, reaching over and pinching her right nipple.

“Ow! Hey!” Dawn pouted, smacking him gently before lying back down and snuggling against him.

“Sorry, pet. Ahhhh…” Spike yawned again. “Sleepy.”

“Well, the g-spot is real, I should have known you’d really pass out as soon as it was over, too,” Dawn mock grumbled, nuzzling his neck and then yawning herself.

“I don’t usually…” Spike slid out from under her, rolling on his side and pulling her back against his chest as he curled himself around her. “Must be all the excitement.” He yawned extremely loudly, and Dawn chuckled.

“Just go to sleep, sweetie,” She yawned again. “Damn, you’re contagious.”

“Mmhmm,” Spike mumbled, burying his face in her hair and letting out a happy sigh. Moments later he let out a soft snore, and Dawn smiled sleepily.

“Love you, Spike,” She yawned one last time and let her eyes drift shut. Just as she was about to fall asleep, there was a muffled shout from the hallway and her eyes immediately shot open. Turning slightly, she reached back and put her hand on Spike’s shoulder. “Spike?”

“Mmm,” He hummed, rolling onto his back and smacking his lips. “Thirsty.”

“Spike, no…there’s something going on…” Dawn sat up and glanced at the door. It sounded like Faith was either laughing or crying. Then, she heard the distinct sound of Willow and Buffy’s ‘happy girlie shriek,’ followed by a deep chuckle. Xander? “What the hell are they doing out there?”

“S’a little cold in here,” Spike complained, groggily.

Dawn looked down at him and frowned. Leaning over the side of the bed, she snagged his t-shirt and pulled it on to ward off the slight chill from the apartment’s air conditioning on her damp skin. “What are you complaining about? You never get cold,” she muttered, tugging the blankets up to his chin, anyway. On a whim, she reached up and felt his forehead. “Shit!” His head didn’t feel hot, exactly, but he seemed a bit warmer than usual. “Spike?!” She shook his shoulder gently. “Do you feel sick?”

He opened one eye and looked at her for a second before it fell shut again. “Not really. I’m fine. Tired. And thirsty.” He shrugged, and pulled the covers closer to his chin. “I think someone turned the air conditioning down too much, too.”

Dawn sighed. “It is kind of chilly in here. I’ll go turn the thermostat up a bit…” Standing up, she looked around the room for her underwear, and laughed when she found them hanging off the back of her desk chair. After putting them on, she turned off the overhead light and slipped into the hallway. After stopping at the thermostat, on the wall beside the entrance to the living room, she stuck her head into the darkened room. No one seemed to be there. Then, she noticed that the lights were on in the hall bathroom, which was open, and in Angel and Faith’s room, which was closed. Muffled, but urgent voices were coming from the latter.

Moving closer, Dawn peeked into the bathroom, and frowned. Angel was standing at the sink, leaning heavily on the marble countertop and staring blankly at the wall, or…no…at the mirror? “Angel, what are you doing? Are you okay?”

“How’s Spike?” He asked abruptly, turning toward her with a huge smile on his face.

Dawn blushed. “Uh, sorry…did we…uh…disturb you?”

He blinked for a second, then smiled even wider, shaking his head. Seeing him smile so much was really starting to give her the creeps. “No…I meant…you know…how’s he handling it?”

“How…what?” Dawn muttered and took a cautious step closer. “Are you drunk or something? Where’s Faith?”

“Oh…my…god…you guys didn’t even notice, did you?” Angel chortled loudly and reached out, grabbing her arm.

“Hey! What’re you-” Dawn slapped his hand and tried to get away as he pulled her to his side. “Let go of me, you freak!”

“Look!” Angel pointed delightedly at the mirror. “Willow tried to tell you guys…it was about both of us! Something about finally finding true love. We both had to…oh, never mind. Look! See?” He pointed at the mirror again, shaking her arm excitedly.

Dawn turned her head slowly, and screamed.

Just before she hit the floor, she heard running footsteps in the hall, and Spike yelling, “Anyone care to explain why I’ve got a bloody pulse?!”

~FIN~

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Okay, that's it! I have another story in mind, going into how Angel is going to handle becoming human, but I'm not going to be able to work on it for a bit. I still have to finish 'Reditum Ad Se,' which will, of course, go into Buffy's pregnancy and how she handles having a (relatively) normal life with Xander.

Oh, if anyone was wondering about why Angel was able to have sex with Faith (and, yes, she does make him happy in my story)...My theory is that Willow somehow anchored his soul when she returned it in season 4 of AtS. She might have even told him about it, but I didn't think Dawn would have been privy to that conversation and it really wasn't important for this story.

And no, I have to admit that the whole First Evil thing wasn't the original explanation for Skip being there, but it was going to be something very close to that, anyway. I just had to tweak things a little bit after someone pointed out that Skip is dead. LOL I still can't believe I forgot about that!