Title: Rollin' in Deep Waters

BTVS/Supernatural

Pairing: Dawn/Bela

Rating: MA/NC-17—Like really. In fact: DON'T READ AT WORK!

Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer characters belong to Joss Whedon and various Supernatural characters belong to the folks at CW and Eric Kripke. Amen.

Summary: Dawn continues to evolve into an impressive woman, only now she's helped along by a woman who is seeking the ultimate redemption and is given a second chance at life. Luckily for Dawn, Bela isn't completely reformed.

*Any and all mistakes are my own. Feedback is very welcomed.

Chapter 1

Dawn found herself imaging what her out-of-body form would see when she looked down on the scene being played out in the back of a darkened theatre. Dawn bare from the waist down, her pussy-juice staining the inside of her thighs, while making wet, warm, trails down her toned legs. But more shocking would be the HUGE dildo currently over-stuffing her cunt, making her sting, because she was stretched passed normal. Meanwhile the callused, lubricated fingers strumming her incredibly hard clit, just as that dildo hit a spot inside her that made her see stars while causing her to rapidly contract, squeeze down on it.

However, it was the hotly whispering dirtiness being cooed into her ear, in precise British tones, that made her even more embarrassingly wet. She was sure her lips were bleeding from having to bite them as she tried to not cry out, plead too loudly, moan too throatily, as the woman's breasts with rock-hard nipples dragged against Dawn's shirt-covered skin. But her skin was so sensitized that it felt like those nubs were scraping against her naked skin, leaving it tingling in their wake.

Dawn sat perched on the woman's thigh, one leg laid across the other thigh, while the other was bent, balanced precariously on her tip-toe, and spread wide, to allow the woman's fingers to play in the swollen, wet, pink folds, being held open like a flower by the woman's fingers. Said fingers were creamy with pre-cum, spilling from the grasping hole that was stuffed with the over-sized dildo. Meanwhile when the woman was whispering in a cultured, British-accented tones, things like: "…what beautiful little slut you are, and "look how you've spread your legs for me…," or "…when I pull that huge cock out of your pussy I'm going to make you lick up every drop of nasty cum from it…," and one of Dawn's favorites,"…afterwards I'm going to make you drink up every drop of juice from my cunt.", she began to wonder if she could cum just from her voice alone.

Her name was Bela Talbot, owner of a quaint, priceless and rare bookstore Dawn had stumbled into near Edinburgh. As she peered at the bindings of dusty, old, tomes, in Sumerian or Cuneiform, the rolling ladder leading up to the one-person walk-way, where even rarer books or unfiled books were stacked, moved, followed by footsteps slowly stepping down. When Dawn curiously looked over, she saw a pair of Manolo Blahniks heels Buffy would die for, followed by a set of legs that even had Dawn's admittedly, mostly-straight sexuality, standing up and taking notice. A sleek, dark purple, pencil-skirt encased a perky ass with a hint of firm thighs, followed by a light purplish-pink wrap-around blouse, tucked in and unbuttoned enough to show a flat stomach and generous cleavage. It was like watching some kind of slow-moving movie where the 'reveal' leaves people breathless.

A set of expensive pearls accentuated that cleavage, Dawn's eyes followed up the long-graceful neck, rounded out the woman's look of sophisticated elegance, teeming of sexiness. Hair a few inches past shoulder-length, the color of ash and sleek, burnished-brown, was as perfectly coifed as her eyebrows, arched over blue-gray slightly-slanted eyes. A small pert nose that lent to her air of superiority, and pouty full lips that left you wondering… unclean thoughts about what that mouth could do, completed a very enticing picture.

As Dawn stood there clutching a book to her chest as if to ward off these sudden, unfamiliar feelings, wondering in world surrounded by more women and girls than a WNBA game, and not having experienced such a visceral reaction as she was experiencing now, how she was instantly attracted to this stranger. Granted she was beautiful, even sultry, in a sort of Dominatrixy-kind of way, even Dawn was starting to have trouble remembering any men she'd ever been so instantly attracted to. Perhaps it was a spell, thought Dawn. However she was distracted from her thoughts when a smooth, cultured voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Are suddenly needing protection from a simple bookseller like me?" With an arched eyebrow, the woman motioned towards the tightly-clutched book in Dawn's arms.

Swallowing to moisten suddenly dry mouth, Dawn blinked, trying to regain her composure. "Ummm, no. I, ah, I, I'm just checking out a few books I'd been looking for."

Dawn mentally rolled her eyes over her elucidate response. Christ, she had no qualms about talking to 4-star generals and heads-of-states because, well, because she was generally smarter than them, but yet here she was stumbling all over her words like a nerd on a prom date, Dawn thought with some exasperation. Clearing her throat and ignoring the look of amusement in the woman's eyes, she gamefully continued on. "My organization has an extensive library and we're always looking to expand, so I'm here to check out a couple possibilities."

"Hmmm, Ancient Sumerian. Now that's not something I encounter everyday from your average book collector." She then pinned her blue-gray gaze onto Dawn's baby-blue eyes. "But then you're not an average book collector, are you?"

She stepped closer to Dawn, her heels clacking against the hard-wood floors, until she was almost invading Dawn's personal space, her expensive perfume wafting into Dawn's nose, creating an olfactory memory imprint. She held out her hand which had Dawn automatically reaching out to shake, but instead her hand was held in Bela's warm clasp. "The name's Bela Talbot and I'd be more than happy to assist you in any," she paused to allow an almost slow, predatory perusal of Dawn's body before continuing, "way I can."