A Want, A Need, A Craving

DISCLAIMER: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs entirely to Joss Whedon.

Summary: With all of Buffy’s focus on the potential slayers which Giles is continually loading into the Summers’ household, Dawn begins to feel a little ignored and unloved. So she tries a spell. It’s just a little spell to make her feel cared for...of course, Dawn doesn’t know much about magic so her innocent little spell turns the house upside down in passion and lust. This is my take on “Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered” in some respects, except Dawn-centered. Basically every paring imaginable at the beginning of season 7, including mgrougroups, especially f/f. If this sort of story offends you, then you probably shouldn’t be on this site, and just don’t read my story! The first chapter could probably be Pg-13 or R, but the next chapters will become extreme NC17. Hope you enjoy! Please give me reviews! This is my first smut piece, and I hope it’s good.

Chapter One: Dawn’s Desire

“Willow, have you ever cast a spell?” Dawn lingered nervously at the doorway to the redheaded witch’s room.
“Dawnie,” Willow glanced up with a smile. “I’m a witch.”
“Right, I know,” Dawn hesitated. “I guess what I meant was...have you ever cast a certain type of spell...”
“Dawnie, you’ve got to be more specific.” Willow stood from where she was sitting on the floor, reorganizing her collection of herbs, and approached the timid brunette. “What did you need?”
Dawn sighed and decided that she hadbe cbe completely truthful with Willow or else she would never be able to get her help. “Promise you won’t tell anyone?”
“Of course,” Willow smiled sweetly and took Dawn’s hand, leading her further into the room, away from her position hugging the doorframe. She shut the door. “It’ll be our secret.”
“I want to do a love spell.” Dawn quickly announced.
“A love spell? Dawnie what for?” Willow questioned curiously. Dawn may not have been the most popular with the guys, but she had been on plenty of dates. Willow didn’t understand why Dawn would be feeling deprived of love.
“Duh,” Dawn rolled her eyes. “For love.”
“Is there a certain guy?” Willow sat down on the edge of her bed and patted the quilts for Dawn to join her. Instead Dawn just paced.
“No,” Dawn answered quickly. “I mean, not really, that’s not really the kind of spell I meant.”
Willow frowned, puzzled by the young girl’s comments. “I don’t understand Dawnie.”
“Nevermind,” Dawn sighed and started to leave.
“No, wait!” Willow jumped off the bed and stopped the girl. “Tell me what’s on your mind. You know you can always trust me.”
“I know,” Dawn hesitated again. How could she tell Willow everything that had been on her mind lately? She knows that she could always trust Willow but that doesn’t mean the she’ll always be able to count on Willow to understand. Lately she had just been feeling so left out of everything. Buffy and the scoobies had been busy with all the new potentials arriving every other day, and space was becoming scarce. It was hard for Dawn. She felt like she didn’t fit in, and more than that, she felt unwanted or unloved. That’s the kind of love she was talking about. The caring kind of love. She just wanted to feel cared for again.
It was as if Willow could read her thoughts, “You’re feeling left out, aren’t you sweetie?”
Dawn nodded slowly.
“Ah, hun, don’t worry,” Willow opened her arms for a hug. “Buffy’s just busy right now, but things will settle down soon and then you’ll be her number one little girl again.”
Dawn sighed. Willow didn’t understand. “Thanks Willow,” she said anyway before leaving the room. “I guess I’ll just have to figure something out on my own,” she mumbled to herself as she walked down the hallway towards the bathroom. Of course it was in use. It always was. This house was crazy full of girls! She had to get away from it all. But where could she go? It was getting late and soon, hopefully, everyone would be in bed, then she could be alone. Until then, she could find solace outside and so she went out onto the front porch, away from the high-energy house zone.
When she was finally alone, Dawn began to think about her desire to be loved. Maybe I don’t need Willow’s help. I could do my own spell! I have been practicing with the witches for a couple years now, I’m sure that I could figure it outw haw hard could it be anyway? Willow started doing magic when she was younger than I am now! All of Dawn’s reasoning seemed logical. And so she started putting her thoughts into a plan...
A few hours later Dawn was lying still in her bed, listening hard for the steady breathing of the two girls who were sharing her room. Amanda had begun her usual night snore and Chloe’s soft breathing signaled her sleep-state. Quietly, Dawn slid out from underneath her blankets and carefully stepped around the girls’ sleeping bags on the floor, making her way towards the door. Being as silent as she possibly could (she’d had experience at running away so creeping down the hallway in the middle of the night was hardly a challenge), Dawn opened the door to Willow’s room. She noted the lump of peoppeople in bed. Tiptoeing over for a closer inspection, Dawn smirked. Kennedy. The young potential slayer had her arm slung across her witch lover’s waist and Willow’s head was nuzzled comfortably just above Kennedy’s breasts.
Moving away from the lovers, Dawn crept over to the bookshelf where Willow stored her many spell books. She knew that the witch kept a few certain books hidden and luckily Dawn knew exactly where the one she wanted was. Reaching on the side of the bookshelf, closest to the wall, Dawn reached back until she found the thin book which onontaontained a few meaningful spells.
As she stood and prepared to leave, there was a slight stir from the bed. Dawn froze as the blankets shifted and waited for them to settle again before heading for the door. As she passed by the bed again, Dawn couldn’t resist taking one last glance at the bedded lovers. When she did, she noticed that Kennedy’s shifted position had caused the blankets to shift too and they were now resting just across her stomach, revealing her bare breasts. A gasp caught in Dawn’s throat as she stared in wide-eyed curiosity at the lovely girl’s body. Dawn had never been interested in feminine nudity, that had been a Willow and Tara thing, and now obviously a Willow and Kennedy thing. Dawn was only interested in guys...however, she couldn’t deny that something about seeing Kennedy’s perfect, round breasts, hanging ever so slightly from her position on her side, was incredibly alluring. She turned her head quickly thinking about how wrong it was for her to be staring at one of the potential slayer’s nakedness. Bad Dawn. She scolded herself, hurrying towards the door and closing it softly behind her exit.
Moving quietly down the hallway, Dawn locked herself in the bathroom and sat down cross-legged on the floor, with the book spread open in front of her. She flipped through the pages of love spells until she came to one that sounded perfect for her wish. She red through the necessary herbs and was thankful that there were only a couple which she knew Willow would have. She ran noiselessly back to the witch’s room, making a point not to look at the girls in bed this time, found the herbs in a box on the desk and returned to the bathroom. She found a few candles from the cupboards underneath the sink and some matches. She lit them quickly and then crumpled a few of the herbs as instructed. Taking the last necessary item, a single rose (which she had snatched from the vase on Willow’s bedsiableable), Dawn lit a match to the petals and began to read the spell. It was a harmless spell. Sure, if you understood it right and knew what you were doing, but Dawn was no witch. What she figured to be a simple little spell to make her family care about her, was actually one of the most dangerously, passionate, true love spells ever created. Too bad Dawn couldn’t understand the footnotes in Latin. When she had finished the recitation, Dawn followed the last steps which called for her blood. Glancing around the bathroom she acted quickly by retrieving a razor blade from the bathtub and slicing the sharp edge across her hand. She squeezed her eyes in pain as drops of blood sprinkled the pile of herbs on the floor in front of her. All of a sudden a bright flame flashed from the still burning rose and Dawn shrieked in surprise. The next second her mind went blank and blackness ensued around her.
Dawn awoke the next morning with banging on the locked bathroom door. “Hurry up in there! I’ve got to pee!” An angry potential’s voice shouted through the closed door.
Dawn rubbed her eyes in confusion and glanced at the mess on the floor in front of her. Oh shit! She panicked and immediately began cleaning up the scattered herbs and candles, which had extinguished after the bright flash after the spell had been concluded. “Just a minute,” She shouted back through the closed door. More knocks sounded on the door as she sloppily stuffed the candles and matches back under the cupboard and gathered up the remains of herbs and tossed them in the trash, along with the burned rose.
Finally, she emerged from the bathroom, rather sheepishly and nervously. Dawn wondered if her spell had worked and how long spells usually took to show results. As she exited the bathroom, Dawn noticed the line of potential slayers formed down the hallway. Having only two bathrooms in a house with over a dozen girls sucked. Usually, Dawn would float by the girls with a polite nod or smile or mutter a quick “good morning” in casual greeting, which would be returned kindly, but todayometomething was different. Something had changed. As she passed the dozens of teenage girls, scantily clad in pajamas and bathrobes, thoughts began to drift into Dawn’s mind that she was not use to experiencing. Strangely, she found herself wondering about each girl in a different and sexual way.
Walking past Amanda, the tall girl reached out a hand to squeeze Dawn’s arm in greeting. Dawn’s eyes unconsciously drifted over the tall, brunette’s petite body, lingering longer than normal on the small mounds hiding beneath a baggy tee. Then as she passed Chloe, their arms barely touched in the crowded hallway, and Dawn couldn’t help but think about what it would feel like to be wrapped in the short girl’s arms.
What the hell is wrong with you? She screamed inside her head, keeping her eyes focused on the ground as she hurried past the remainingls. ls. These are your friends, and potential slayers! Besides, I’m not a lesbian! Am I? The thought struck Dawn peculiarly as she thought about how many times she had dreamt about what it would be like to make-out with one of the girls in her class at school. With her head down, Dawn didn’t notice Molly stepping out of the line and right into Dawn’s path. The girls collided.
“Oh God, I’m sorry!” Dawn mumbled as the two teens tumbled to the floor. In the tumble, Molly’s bathrobe had opened just slightly but enough to reveal one of Molly’s very perfect, C-cup breasts. Dawn blushed in embarrassment as the thought of touching the other girl’s smooth nipple popped into her head. She squeezed her eyes trying to block out the idea.
Molly didn’t seem in the least embarrassed though. Instead she only giggled and stood, helping Dawn to her feet. Molly’s robe was still opened and Dawn wondered if the other girls had even noticed. She didn’t think it possible for her to be the only one having sexual thoughts about Molly when her pink nipple was just there, so enticing, so available...No Dawn! Stop it! She scolded herself again and mumbled another apology before fleeing down the hallway to her room. Shutting the door securely, Dawn flopped down on her and and buried her head underneath a pillow.
All she wanted was to block out the impure thoughts she was having but that was impossible, as the only images in her mind were of the girls in the hallway. Except in her mind, they weren’t wearing their pajamas or bathrobes. They were naked. Every single beautiful body completely naked. And they were waiting. Each and every one of them was waiting for Dawn. I am a lesbian. She decided. It was the only logical explanation for the sudden feelings she was having for these girls.
A knock on her bedroom door startled her and she bit her lip hoping that it wasn’t one of the girls. It wasn’t. It was Xander.
“Hey Dawnster, Buffy wanted to talk to you when you’ve got a sec,” He explained, opening the door and entering her room.
“Okay, sure,” Dawn sighed and tried to avoid eye contact with her sister’s best guy friend. He’s known me too long. He’ll know about my secret. He’ll know what’s going on in my mind! I don’t know how he’ll know but he will! He’ll know that I’m a lesbian! But then in the next instant, Xander was sitting on her bed staring into her eyes and she knew that something again was wr Ins Instead of her mind being filled with erotic images of the girls in the hallway, all she could think about was the guy in front of her. Oh no! Not him too! I can’t have feelings for Xander! Eeew! He’s old, and he’s like my brother! But, nothing could make the thoughts go away and as he caringly touched her hand and asked her if something was wrong, images of naked Xander flashed through her mind. And the thoughts, surprisingly, didn’t disturb her.
“Dawn, you look flushed,” Xander pressed a hand to her cheek and felt her warm skin. “Are you getting sick?”
Dawn shook her head, but she couldn’t control the blush spreading across her body as she continued to dwell on the happy thoughts of Xander, permeating her mind and making her insides tingle with pleasurable excitement. “I’m fine. Xander please go away now.” She forced the words out of her mouth, making Xander draw back in surprise.
“What’s wrong?” He was obviously concerned. His hand rested or shr shoulder and Dawn closed her eyes briefly as more thoughts crowded into her mind.
Oh, yes, touch me Xander, please touch me! Touch my body and caress my skin like you do with Anya! Make me feel loved Xander! Make me feel like a loved woman! Her eyes flew open and she scooted away from his reach. “Nothing’s wrong, just go please. I’ll find Buffy later!”
Xander still seemed uncertain but he obeyed and left her room, leaving Dawn alone with her erotic ideas. Okay, so I guess I’m not a lesbian. But what about the girls? And at this, a dozen more images of naked women filtered into her mind, bringing a smile to her lips. Maybe I’m Bi. Yea, that’s it. Oh god, I want them! I want them all! She laid back on her bed and let the images roll around in her mind. She bit the insides of her cheek as a thrumming tingle ran through her body, making her pussy ache with lust. Her hands had unconsciously slipped underneath her thin cotton tee and were rubbing her sore nipples into little hardened balls.