Nailpolish, Milkshakes and Dancing
Disclaimer: I do not, nor have I ever owned Buffy or any of the characters. (Looks at Joss) Is that okay? I was *just * having fun! You left them alone and, (strokes Spike's arm) Spike wanted to play!
Notes from Star ~ : Okay, read lots of Dawn/Spike and now feel up to a fic starring them! This might be continued, don't know, depends if I get bored, but Moonlit Frolics is still being written, so I might stop and start with this fic. Okay, on with the fic!
Dawn marched into the crypt, swinging the door open, and dumped her backpack on the floor. She slid into the armchair, and flicked on the TV. Spike slid out from the shadows, and watched as tears slowly trickled down his Nibblet's nose.
"Hey Bit, what's wrong? " he asked, going to the fridge, and pulling a blood packet out. Dawn wiped a tear from her cheek.
"Nothing, Spike." She said, tonelessly, and carried on watching Passions. Spike looked across.
"Oh, alright then. I'll jus' put this huge carton of chocolate ice cream on this tomb then," Spike said, as he put Nibblet's special spoon, the blue one with her name on, on top of the carton. Dawn turned in her seat.
"Chocolate with chocolate chips?" she asked, cautiously. Spike smiled, he knew his Nibblet. "Yeah, thought I might like some, then realised I don't eat." Spike sat on the opposite tomb. Dawn got up, grabbed the ice cream, and with one eye on Spike to check he wasn't going to take it away from her, started eating.
"So, what's wrong? Normally platelet ya don't march in here all miserable like, and start watching Passions, ya always tol' me ya hated the show!" Spike asked again. Dawn sighed, and curled her legs up onto the chair.
"Kirsty was spreading rumors again. She told Kevin that I was some freak who is obsessed with him, which is totally not true, because I liked Ben before Kevin, and I really like Kevin, and now he's going to think I am stalking him or something, cos I changed classes so I was with him, and that was only because Janice wanted to do Art with Mr Billings , and there's a dance coming up and I really wanted Kevin to ask me, but Kirsty was wearing such a slutty dress today that all the boys asked her, and *she's * going with Kevin!" Dawn sniffed, and shovelled in another spoonful of ice cream.
"Jesus, Bit! Are ya goin to take that bull shi," he looked at Dawn a second, " That crap from her? Didn't your sis teach you anything?" Dawn looked up at Spike.
"Buffy doesn't want to teach me anything. She's been all distant since that night we started singing, you remember? She's always out, and then she comes back all tired. I really need her, and she's never there."
Spike felt ashamed of himself, them gave a mental shake. Buffy decided when she would sleep with him, not him.
"Bit, If ya want some help, I'll give ya a hand," he said, apologetically. Dawn smiled through her tears. "Really? Oh, thanks Spike!" She threw her arms around him, letting the half melted ice cream slide off her lap. "Okay, I want to look better than Buffy!" Spike mentally groaned.
A few days later, Dawn returned to the crypt. "Spike? Spi~ike? Where are you?" she demanded. Spike stuck his head up the trapdoor. He smiled as he took in Dawn standing in the doorway, dressed in one of her cute little outfits, with her hands on her hips.
"Here, luv," he said, hauling himself up. "What's up?" Dawn looked ready to cry.
"I just found out that it's going to be a costume dance," she said, sniffing slightly. "And, I looked in the costume shop in town, and all the nice costumes are gone. I can either go as a giant bee, or a ghost!" Spike came up and hugged her.
"Why didn't you tell me Bit? I've got loads of Dru's old dresses that you could wear! Crazy old bint never did realise it wasn't 1890! You'll look really pretty in one of them!"
Dawn smiled up at him. Then a thought struck.
"Oh my God! You totally have to help! I need to sort out makeup and stuff! Stay there a second, I just have to run home a sec!" Dawn pulled away from him, and ran through the door. Spike sighed. What in God's name had a poor vampire got himself in for?
Spike sat on his bed, with green eyeshadow, peach blush, and a deep red lipstick decorating his face. Nibblet was bent over his fingers, painting lilac nailpolish onto his fingers, after cleaning off the black.
"Come off it Bit! You've already made me look like Angel on his day off, leave off the fingernails!" Dawn smirked.
"Why do you paint your fingernails Spike? And you must have a huge supply of varnish, cos I never see you with plain nails," Dawn mused, as she painted Spike's pinky.
After the makeover, Spike helped Dawn down into the lower part of his crypt. He walked over to a trunk, and threw it open. Swirls of silks and satins flew up, the contents were packed in. Dawn ran over, amazed at the beauty of the years old dresses. Spike pulled a deep green dress from the lot, and held it up to Dawn. Dawn took it, and twirled around, holding the dress against herself.
"Wow, these are so beautiful," she gasped, as Spike pulled a white chiffon dress from those left. She carefully placed the dress she was holding back in the trunk, and took the dress from Spike's outstretched hand.
Spike watched as the young girl danced around the room. He'd thought it would hurt, seeing Dru's dresses, each as dear to her as people, thrown about, but the material draping Nibblet's young body was even more beautiful on her.
Dawn turned away, and Spike turned his back. Dawn stripped off, and pulled the long dress over her head. It was so soft! She lifted it up, and walked over to Spike.
"I can't do it up," she explained, and turned, so he could button it for her. When the dress was on, it was too big for Dawn. "Oh, that's so unfair!" Dawn complained. "It's so pretty!" Spike wondered whether he should tell her about his *special * little skill.
"Stay there Nibblet,"he told her, and ran off, returning with a small needle, and a reel of white thread. Dawn cracked up, as he began stitching up the dress so it fitted her perfectly. "I would never have thought you could sew Spike!" she giggled, and Spike looked up indignantly. " I don't, I jus' thought you'd want this to fit!" he exclaimed. "Yeah, sure Spike!' Dawn choked through her laughter. Spike growled. "Did you just growl at me?" Dawn demanded. Spike looked ashamed. "No," he protested. "Well that wasn't my stomach! I think you did! You * know* how I feel about blatent displays of testosterone!" Dawn screeched.
" Calm down, Bit!" Spike said. He looked at her. Dawn was a vision in the long, floating white gown. He pulled Dru's slippers out of the trunk, and slipped them onto Dawn's feet. Gently, he pulled her hair back, and up, into the style he'd arranged for Dru everyday for 100 years. Now she looked like a young Georgian. He gulped.
"Spike, would you go with me?" Dawn asked, softly. "I want to make Kirsty jealous!" Spike smirked. " I know how to do that very well!" he laughed.
Disclaimer: I do not, nor have I ever owned Buffy or any of the characters. (Looks at Joss) Is that okay? I was *just * having fun! You left them alone and, (strokes Spike's arm) Spike wanted to play!
Notes from Star ~ : Okay, read lots of Dawn/Spike and now feel up to a fic starring them! This might be continued, don't know, depends if I get bored, but Moonlit Frolics is still being written, so I might stop and start with this fic. Okay, on with the fic!
Dawn marched into the crypt, swinging the door open, and dumped her backpack on the floor. She slid into the armchair, and flicked on the TV. Spike slid out from the shadows, and watched as tears slowly trickled down his Nibblet's nose.
"Hey Bit, what's wrong? " he asked, going to the fridge, and pulling a blood packet out. Dawn wiped a tear from her cheek.
"Nothing, Spike." She said, tonelessly, and carried on watching Passions. Spike looked across.
"Oh, alright then. I'll jus' put this huge carton of chocolate ice cream on this tomb then," Spike said, as he put Nibblet's special spoon, the blue one with her name on, on top of the carton. Dawn turned in her seat.
"Chocolate with chocolate chips?" she asked, cautiously. Spike smiled, he knew his Nibblet. "Yeah, thought I might like some, then realised I don't eat." Spike sat on the opposite tomb. Dawn got up, grabbed the ice cream, and with one eye on Spike to check he wasn't going to take it away from her, started eating.
"So, what's wrong? Normally platelet ya don't march in here all miserable like, and start watching Passions, ya always tol' me ya hated the show!" Spike asked again. Dawn sighed, and curled her legs up onto the chair.
"Kirsty was spreading rumors again. She told Kevin that I was some freak who is obsessed with him, which is totally not true, because I liked Ben before Kevin, and I really like Kevin, and now he's going to think I am stalking him or something, cos I changed classes so I was with him, and that was only because Janice wanted to do Art with Mr Billings , and there's a dance coming up and I really wanted Kevin to ask me, but Kirsty was wearing such a slutty dress today that all the boys asked her, and *she's * going with Kevin!" Dawn sniffed, and shovelled in another spoonful of ice cream.
"Jesus, Bit! Are ya goin to take that bull shi," he looked at Dawn a second, " That crap from her? Didn't your sis teach you anything?" Dawn looked up at Spike.
"Buffy doesn't want to teach me anything. She's been all distant since that night we started singing, you remember? She's always out, and then she comes back all tired. I really need her, and she's never there."
Spike felt ashamed of himself, them gave a mental shake. Buffy decided when she would sleep with him, not him.
"Bit, If ya want some help, I'll give ya a hand," he said, apologetically. Dawn smiled through her tears. "Really? Oh, thanks Spike!" She threw her arms around him, letting the half melted ice cream slide off her lap. "Okay, I want to look better than Buffy!" Spike mentally groaned.
A few days later, Dawn returned to the crypt. "Spike? Spi~ike? Where are you?" she demanded. Spike stuck his head up the trapdoor. He smiled as he took in Dawn standing in the doorway, dressed in one of her cute little outfits, with her hands on her hips.
"Here, luv," he said, hauling himself up. "What's up?" Dawn looked ready to cry.
"I just found out that it's going to be a costume dance," she said, sniffing slightly. "And, I looked in the costume shop in town, and all the nice costumes are gone. I can either go as a giant bee, or a ghost!" Spike came up and hugged her.
"Why didn't you tell me Bit? I've got loads of Dru's old dresses that you could wear! Crazy old bint never did realise it wasn't 1890! You'll look really pretty in one of them!"
Dawn smiled up at him. Then a thought struck.
"Oh my God! You totally have to help! I need to sort out makeup and stuff! Stay there a second, I just have to run home a sec!" Dawn pulled away from him, and ran through the door. Spike sighed. What in God's name had a poor vampire got himself in for?
Spike sat on his bed, with green eyeshadow, peach blush, and a deep red lipstick decorating his face. Nibblet was bent over his fingers, painting lilac nailpolish onto his fingers, after cleaning off the black.
"Come off it Bit! You've already made me look like Angel on his day off, leave off the fingernails!" Dawn smirked.
"Why do you paint your fingernails Spike? And you must have a huge supply of varnish, cos I never see you with plain nails," Dawn mused, as she painted Spike's pinky.
After the makeover, Spike helped Dawn down into the lower part of his crypt. He walked over to a trunk, and threw it open. Swirls of silks and satins flew up, the contents were packed in. Dawn ran over, amazed at the beauty of the years old dresses. Spike pulled a deep green dress from the lot, and held it up to Dawn. Dawn took it, and twirled around, holding the dress against herself.
"Wow, these are so beautiful," she gasped, as Spike pulled a white chiffon dress from those left. She carefully placed the dress she was holding back in the trunk, and took the dress from Spike's outstretched hand.
Spike watched as the young girl danced around the room. He'd thought it would hurt, seeing Dru's dresses, each as dear to her as people, thrown about, but the material draping Nibblet's young body was even more beautiful on her.
Dawn turned away, and Spike turned his back. Dawn stripped off, and pulled the long dress over her head. It was so soft! She lifted it up, and walked over to Spike.
"I can't do it up," she explained, and turned, so he could button it for her. When the dress was on, it was too big for Dawn. "Oh, that's so unfair!" Dawn complained. "It's so pretty!" Spike wondered whether he should tell her about his *special * little skill.
"Stay there Nibblet,"he told her, and ran off, returning with a small needle, and a reel of white thread. Dawn cracked up, as he began stitching up the dress so it fitted her perfectly. "I would never have thought you could sew Spike!" she giggled, and Spike looked up indignantly. " I don't, I jus' thought you'd want this to fit!" he exclaimed. "Yeah, sure Spike!' Dawn choked through her laughter. Spike growled. "Did you just growl at me?" Dawn demanded. Spike looked ashamed. "No," he protested. "Well that wasn't my stomach! I think you did! You * know* how I feel about blatent displays of testosterone!" Dawn screeched.
" Calm down, Bit!" Spike said. He looked at her. Dawn was a vision in the long, floating white gown. He pulled Dru's slippers out of the trunk, and slipped them onto Dawn's feet. Gently, he pulled her hair back, and up, into the style he'd arranged for Dru everyday for 100 years. Now she looked like a young Georgian. He gulped.
"Spike, would you go with me?" Dawn asked, softly. "I want to make Kirsty jealous!" Spike smirked. " I know how to do that very well!" he laughed.