Wicked Tango
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Adult ++
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2,484
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4
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Wicked Tango
Title: Wicked Tango
Author: Emmy (AKA EmeraldSwan)
Fandom: BtVS/AtS
Pairing: Spike/Dawn
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All things BtVS/AtS belong to Joss Whedon, et. al. I own nothing but the plot idea and seek not profit from this story. No copyright infringement intended.
Distribution: Emerald Illusions, the Spike/Dawn LJ community, anywhere else I personally put it, and my live journal. Anyone else please ask first. I like to know where my stories are going.
Summary: Set in the future, Dawn is going to school in New York and has a secret.
Warnings: Character Death
Feedback: Yes, please. It makes me all happy-like.
Thank you to Gabrielle for the beta.
Author's Notes: I have no idea where this story came from. It's a bit different from my usual stuff. Lemme know what you think of it, yeah?
Enjoy!
***
There had been rumors that Spike had somehow managed to rid himself of the soul. The rumors said he'd gone back to that same Shaman in Africa to have it done. The rumors said Spike was evil again but Dawn didn't believe them. She had seen Spike several times since those rumors had started going around the Watcher's Council, and he didn't seem any more evil than ever before. He just seemed like Spike.
Well ... kinda.
Dawn wasn't sure how to explain the relationship she had with Spike, which was why she never mentioned it to anyone. How could she expect them to understand something she didn't really understand herself? Spike just showed up sometimes. He'd come up behind her at a club, or would send her a drink when they happened to be in the same restaurant. It was just something he did.
Like the dancing, it didn't need to be explained. It's just the way things were. Her friends thought she was crazy, dancing like she did with a perfect stranger. She never felt the need to explain to them that Spike was not a stranger ... it had never seemed important. It's not like they would understand anyway. She couldn't explain that part of her history to them. They'd freak out and try to have her committed to a psych ward somewhere. So, Dawn kept it to herself and danced with Spike when he showed up at the club she'd gone to.
He'd watch her from across the room until she saw him, and then ... then he'd come up behind her. And everything was magic, electric, after that. Dancing with Spike was almost as good as sex. Dawn wasn't sure how to deal with that. It made her wonder if the sex she had was bad ... like maybe she'd been missing out on something. All she knew was that when Spike pulled her into his arms and they danced, nothing else in the world mattered. It was just the two of them.
She kinda liked it.
Dawn had turned 21 the day before he showed up again. It had been almost a month since she'd last seen him, and she'd begun to wonder if he'd left the city. But she saw him that night. She was dancing with a friend of a friend ... Brad, she thought his name was, and Spike was watching her dance. Dawn forced herself to look away after she saw him leaning against the bar. She forced herself to keep dancing. Brad was a good dancer, even if they hadn't talked much. She lost herself in the music, in the dance, and tried not to think about Spike, tried not to wonder if he was still watching. The song ended and Brad started dancing with someone else, but Dawn didn't move off the dance floor. She danced, her hips swinging in time with the beat, and she waited.
A ghost of a smile crossed her lips when she felt his hands grip her hips. He came up behind her, and she didn't put up any sort of fight when he pulled her flush against him. Smoke and leather, two things she always associated with him, that's what he smelled like. Their bodies swayed to the seductive beat of the music and Dawn reached back, gripping his head as her hips moved with his. Her fingers in his hair, she gasped softly as his lips brushed her neck, and blushed as his chuckle reached her ears.
She wanted to turn around but knew it was against the rules. She also knew not to speak. Spike would leave if she said anything, and she didn't want him to leave. That would happen soon enough as it was. The song was almost over.
She could feel his erection pressing into her and wanted to turn around more than ever. He rarely reacted this way, and when he did, it was all Dawn could do not to break the rules. His hands slid over her body and their hips never stopped moving. He bit her neck with blunt teeth and she pulled him closer, neither one of them noticing the stares their dance was drawing. They never did. They lost themselves, as always, to the dance.
No one else mattered.
The song ended and another one began, but Spike did not release her as he'd always done in the past. He just kept dancing. His lips by her ear, Dawn heard him speak for the first time in years. "I'm leaving New York tomorrow."
Knowing that the rules had changed, that he'd allowed them to change, Dawn turned around and met his eyes. "Tomorrow?"
He pulled her against him until their bodies were pressed together fully and swayed to the hypnotic beat of the music. He trailed kisses from her ear down her neck and Dawn shivered, wishing she could somehow pull him even closer.
"Come home with me," he whispered.
Dawn said nothing, just took his hand and led him off the dance floor. She grabbed her purse from the table, made sure one of her friends saw her leaving, and walked out the door with Spike. He pushed her up against the side of the building and kissed her quickly. "Dawn..."
She gripped the back of his head and pulled him to her, kissing him again, teasing his lips with her tongue. Hearing him say her name, after all this time, had been almost too much. She wanted more. A lot more. And she wanted it from him.
She wasn't sure how, or when, they ended up back at the apartment Spike called home, but she knew the instant he placed her on his bed that there was nowhere else she'd rather have been, and that there was no going back, no stopping what was about to happen.
He took her slowly, surprising Dawn. She hadn't been expecting soft and gentle, and yet he was treating her like she was made of glass. His hands, his mouth, seemed to be everywhere at once, and Dawn arched her hips as he stroked her, kissed her, worshiped her.
She cried out his name as she came and then again when he entered her, screaming in pleasure as she was filled. He thrust again and again, her name on his lips, and she met each thrust with one of her own. He grew more urgent after a while, moving faster, harder, and Dawn could barely breathe it felt so good. He reached between them and stroked her clit in time with his thrusts and she felt like she was going to explode.
She felt his face shift and tilted her head without thinking, screaming, coming, as his fangs slipped into her neck. She felt like she was floating, like she was discovering the very definition of bliss, and she decided she never wanted it to end.
Everything began to fade to black and it was only then that Dawn realized what was happening. Her eyes snapped open, as wide as they could go, and yet she didn't fight it. Somehow she knew fighting him would be against the rules. And she didn't want to break any of his rules.
Pleasing him was what was important.
When Spike lifted his wrist to her mouth, the thought of pleasing him, making him happy, was all Dawn could think of. She drank until the darkness claimed her, and then knew no more.
End Fic.
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Author: Emmy (AKA EmeraldSwan)
Fandom: BtVS/AtS
Pairing: Spike/Dawn
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All things BtVS/AtS belong to Joss Whedon, et. al. I own nothing but the plot idea and seek not profit from this story. No copyright infringement intended.
Distribution: Emerald Illusions, the Spike/Dawn LJ community, anywhere else I personally put it, and my live journal. Anyone else please ask first. I like to know where my stories are going.
Summary: Set in the future, Dawn is going to school in New York and has a secret.
Warnings: Character Death
Feedback: Yes, please. It makes me all happy-like.
Thank you to Gabrielle for the beta.
Author's Notes: I have no idea where this story came from. It's a bit different from my usual stuff. Lemme know what you think of it, yeah?
Enjoy!
***
There had been rumors that Spike had somehow managed to rid himself of the soul. The rumors said he'd gone back to that same Shaman in Africa to have it done. The rumors said Spike was evil again but Dawn didn't believe them. She had seen Spike several times since those rumors had started going around the Watcher's Council, and he didn't seem any more evil than ever before. He just seemed like Spike.
Well ... kinda.
Dawn wasn't sure how to explain the relationship she had with Spike, which was why she never mentioned it to anyone. How could she expect them to understand something she didn't really understand herself? Spike just showed up sometimes. He'd come up behind her at a club, or would send her a drink when they happened to be in the same restaurant. It was just something he did.
Like the dancing, it didn't need to be explained. It's just the way things were. Her friends thought she was crazy, dancing like she did with a perfect stranger. She never felt the need to explain to them that Spike was not a stranger ... it had never seemed important. It's not like they would understand anyway. She couldn't explain that part of her history to them. They'd freak out and try to have her committed to a psych ward somewhere. So, Dawn kept it to herself and danced with Spike when he showed up at the club she'd gone to.
He'd watch her from across the room until she saw him, and then ... then he'd come up behind her. And everything was magic, electric, after that. Dancing with Spike was almost as good as sex. Dawn wasn't sure how to deal with that. It made her wonder if the sex she had was bad ... like maybe she'd been missing out on something. All she knew was that when Spike pulled her into his arms and they danced, nothing else in the world mattered. It was just the two of them.
She kinda liked it.
Dawn had turned 21 the day before he showed up again. It had been almost a month since she'd last seen him, and she'd begun to wonder if he'd left the city. But she saw him that night. She was dancing with a friend of a friend ... Brad, she thought his name was, and Spike was watching her dance. Dawn forced herself to look away after she saw him leaning against the bar. She forced herself to keep dancing. Brad was a good dancer, even if they hadn't talked much. She lost herself in the music, in the dance, and tried not to think about Spike, tried not to wonder if he was still watching. The song ended and Brad started dancing with someone else, but Dawn didn't move off the dance floor. She danced, her hips swinging in time with the beat, and she waited.
A ghost of a smile crossed her lips when she felt his hands grip her hips. He came up behind her, and she didn't put up any sort of fight when he pulled her flush against him. Smoke and leather, two things she always associated with him, that's what he smelled like. Their bodies swayed to the seductive beat of the music and Dawn reached back, gripping his head as her hips moved with his. Her fingers in his hair, she gasped softly as his lips brushed her neck, and blushed as his chuckle reached her ears.
She wanted to turn around but knew it was against the rules. She also knew not to speak. Spike would leave if she said anything, and she didn't want him to leave. That would happen soon enough as it was. The song was almost over.
She could feel his erection pressing into her and wanted to turn around more than ever. He rarely reacted this way, and when he did, it was all Dawn could do not to break the rules. His hands slid over her body and their hips never stopped moving. He bit her neck with blunt teeth and she pulled him closer, neither one of them noticing the stares their dance was drawing. They never did. They lost themselves, as always, to the dance.
No one else mattered.
The song ended and another one began, but Spike did not release her as he'd always done in the past. He just kept dancing. His lips by her ear, Dawn heard him speak for the first time in years. "I'm leaving New York tomorrow."
Knowing that the rules had changed, that he'd allowed them to change, Dawn turned around and met his eyes. "Tomorrow?"
He pulled her against him until their bodies were pressed together fully and swayed to the hypnotic beat of the music. He trailed kisses from her ear down her neck and Dawn shivered, wishing she could somehow pull him even closer.
"Come home with me," he whispered.
Dawn said nothing, just took his hand and led him off the dance floor. She grabbed her purse from the table, made sure one of her friends saw her leaving, and walked out the door with Spike. He pushed her up against the side of the building and kissed her quickly. "Dawn..."
She gripped the back of his head and pulled him to her, kissing him again, teasing his lips with her tongue. Hearing him say her name, after all this time, had been almost too much. She wanted more. A lot more. And she wanted it from him.
She wasn't sure how, or when, they ended up back at the apartment Spike called home, but she knew the instant he placed her on his bed that there was nowhere else she'd rather have been, and that there was no going back, no stopping what was about to happen.
He took her slowly, surprising Dawn. She hadn't been expecting soft and gentle, and yet he was treating her like she was made of glass. His hands, his mouth, seemed to be everywhere at once, and Dawn arched her hips as he stroked her, kissed her, worshiped her.
She cried out his name as she came and then again when he entered her, screaming in pleasure as she was filled. He thrust again and again, her name on his lips, and she met each thrust with one of her own. He grew more urgent after a while, moving faster, harder, and Dawn could barely breathe it felt so good. He reached between them and stroked her clit in time with his thrusts and she felt like she was going to explode.
She felt his face shift and tilted her head without thinking, screaming, coming, as his fangs slipped into her neck. She felt like she was floating, like she was discovering the very definition of bliss, and she decided she never wanted it to end.
Everything began to fade to black and it was only then that Dawn realized what was happening. Her eyes snapped open, as wide as they could go, and yet she didn't fight it. Somehow she knew fighting him would be against the rules. And she didn't want to break any of his rules.
Pleasing him was what was important.
When Spike lifted his wrist to her mouth, the thought of pleasing him, making him happy, was all Dawn could think of. She drank until the darkness claimed her, and then knew no more.
End Fic.
For more fic and faster updates, join here: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/emerald_illusions/
To read all of my fic, original and fanfiction, go here: http//:magical-worlds.us/emmy/
And, to find me on livejournal, I'm emeraldswan.