Bed Time
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AtS/BtVS Crossovers › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,913
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Bed Time
Author: Crawling Elf.
Feedback: If you feel like it: csi_elf@hotmail.com
Fandom: Buffy/Angelverse
Pairing: Dawn/Wes
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything but the story.
Distribution: Sure just let me know.
Category: Smut/General
Rated: R cause I feel like it.
Notes: This is an AU POV fic post Buffy series finale. So really no spoilers.
And thanks to Hannah for doing the beta.
BED TIME.
The Hyperion Hotel can be so boring specially at night, when everyone is outside slaying demons and I’m stuck here, cause it’s my bed time. I wanted normality but not the boring part of it. And now when I’m on my way to my room, I can hear boring being yelled from all the walls. If we were still on Sunnydale, that would have been for real, not anymore, just me regular boring Dawn.
I’ve been lying on the bed for over an hour, and no sight of any sleep. Maybe I’m cursed to be like this for good; but just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, I hear the noise from the door being opened. Maybe Xander changed his mind and decided to come and play scrabble. Suddenly the manly figure slides in my bed. At first I’m a little confused but just when I felt his hands on my skin, all my confusion washes away along with my inhibitions.
His hands rubbing my legs, light kisses on my stomach, his warm breath on my tights, this must be a dream I repeat to myself but the lips on my body prove me wrong. The soft touch of his tongue teasing my skin, licking softly every part of my body. I think I’m about to come, but no, I want to hold this feeling. How can I come from a single touch of his mouth on me? It seems so unlikely, everything about this situation seems unlikely, and he hasn’t even said a word. I’ve never thought I’d be in a room with him being completely quiet. Usually he doesn’t shut up, although that might explain his skillful tongue.
My hands are pulling softly through his brown hair. I can feel his three days old beard graze on my upper tights. I’m pulling him harder, leading him into my hot velvet inside. I just realize how dorky that sounds in my head, but it doesn’t matter, nothing matter anymore beyond the two of us.
Somehow my whole body arches, as a rush of adrenaline filling my veins boiling me from the inside.
My eyes are wide open and I’m running out of breath. The soft moans he had been making are silenced by my cry. I bite my lips trying to keep it inside, but it’s too much strong to hold, I break. I cry his name. We are both sweaty, panting, and he is cursing with words I didn’t know he knew. I look at him and he lifts his vision and for the first time this evening, he speaks.
“Good night”
“Aren’t you staying?” I manage to say.
“Let’s keep the mystery until you’re over age”
“Good night Wesley”
“Sleep well Dawn”
And he leaves, leaving me hungry waiting for more good night kisses. Bed time has suddenly become more interesting; it seems like a good way to spend time till I’m 18.
Feedback: If you feel like it: csi_elf@hotmail.com
Fandom: Buffy/Angelverse
Pairing: Dawn/Wes
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything but the story.
Distribution: Sure just let me know.
Category: Smut/General
Rated: R cause I feel like it.
Notes: This is an AU POV fic post Buffy series finale. So really no spoilers.
And thanks to Hannah for doing the beta.
BED TIME.
The Hyperion Hotel can be so boring specially at night, when everyone is outside slaying demons and I’m stuck here, cause it’s my bed time. I wanted normality but not the boring part of it. And now when I’m on my way to my room, I can hear boring being yelled from all the walls. If we were still on Sunnydale, that would have been for real, not anymore, just me regular boring Dawn.
I’ve been lying on the bed for over an hour, and no sight of any sleep. Maybe I’m cursed to be like this for good; but just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, I hear the noise from the door being opened. Maybe Xander changed his mind and decided to come and play scrabble. Suddenly the manly figure slides in my bed. At first I’m a little confused but just when I felt his hands on my skin, all my confusion washes away along with my inhibitions.
His hands rubbing my legs, light kisses on my stomach, his warm breath on my tights, this must be a dream I repeat to myself but the lips on my body prove me wrong. The soft touch of his tongue teasing my skin, licking softly every part of my body. I think I’m about to come, but no, I want to hold this feeling. How can I come from a single touch of his mouth on me? It seems so unlikely, everything about this situation seems unlikely, and he hasn’t even said a word. I’ve never thought I’d be in a room with him being completely quiet. Usually he doesn’t shut up, although that might explain his skillful tongue.
My hands are pulling softly through his brown hair. I can feel his three days old beard graze on my upper tights. I’m pulling him harder, leading him into my hot velvet inside. I just realize how dorky that sounds in my head, but it doesn’t matter, nothing matter anymore beyond the two of us.
Somehow my whole body arches, as a rush of adrenaline filling my veins boiling me from the inside.
My eyes are wide open and I’m running out of breath. The soft moans he had been making are silenced by my cry. I bite my lips trying to keep it inside, but it’s too much strong to hold, I break. I cry his name. We are both sweaty, panting, and he is cursing with words I didn’t know he knew. I look at him and he lifts his vision and for the first time this evening, he speaks.
“Good night”
“Aren’t you staying?” I manage to say.
“Let’s keep the mystery until you’re over age”
“Good night Wesley”
“Sleep well Dawn”
And he leaves, leaving me hungry waiting for more good night kisses. Bed time has suddenly become more interesting; it seems like a good way to spend time till I’m 18.