Spike grinned down at the petite girl with a look only a predator could have. He was fairly certain he didn't need her to beg to keep the chip dormant, but hell, he wanted her to. He missed the sound of a woman pleading, whether it was for him to spare her life or for something a bit more...recreational. After all, a vampire doesn't live by blood alone.

Dawn looked up at Spike with an incredulous look on her face. For a second, her eyes flashed defiantly. She appeared frighteningly Buffyesque with a look that shouted "I do not beg!" Then Spike began to lick her throat. Soft, gentle strokes that were teasing enough to be very frustrating. When his teeth touched her neck again, they were blunt, and he softly nipped her there.

The moment she felt his teeth against her skin, Dawn's resolve crumbled. This was her fantasy, sprung from reading far too many cheap vampire romance novels (which she studiously hid from Buffy to avoid the inevitable lecture on what vampires were really like). The fact that it was Spike, someone she had wanted from almost the first moment she saw him, made her desire even more acute. She had to know what it was like for him to feed from her, and if she turned him down now, she might never have this sort of opportunity again.

With a deep breath, Dawn let her defiance drain from her and allowed herself to revel in the sensations Spike was creating. He continued to languidly lavish kisses on her neck while his fingers idly roamed up and down her body. Although it had been less than a year since she was created, Dawn was growing up rapidly. She had been "born" with much knowledge artificially imposed into her brain, and the Hellmouth had a way of making anyone grow up quickly, but none of that had prepared her for the burning desire she was feeling now. For the first time she knew what it was like to experience something more than a school-girl's crush. What Spike was kindling in her was nothing short of lust, and she embraced it openly, longing for anything that would make her feel more human.

Arching her body into him, she whispered into his ear, "I need you Spike. Please... "

"I...I beg you," she said softly.

Spike groaned as she said those words. His demon reveled in the begging...wanting to feel powerful again after so much humiliation. Spike grabbed the back of Dawn's hair and pulled her face to his. Making sure she was paying rapt attention, he let his face morph once again. Fangs elongated and ridges appeared on his forehead. He half expected her to lose her nerve and demand to be taken home, but Dawn's next move sent a thrill through him. Spike nearly lost his control when instead of being fearful, Dawn leaned forward and kissed the ridges on his brow, gently cupping his face in her tiny hands. The gesture of acceptance caused him to stiffen, his eyes widening in shock. There would be no turning back now.

With a gentleness unknown to most vampires, Spike placed his lips on Dawn's throat. It was her first time, so he sank into her slowly, his teeth tenderly penetrating the soft skin of her neck. If the lack of pain in his head and Dawn's quiet moan were any indication, he was doing everything right. Warm blood began to rhythmically pulse into his mouth, and he lost himself in her taste as he slowly drank in time with her heartbeat. As he became overwhelmed by her blood, Spike sucked harder and harder, and Dawn began to cry out…

"Spike…oh God…Spike! Wh…what's ha…ha…happening to me?" Dawn's hands clawed at Spike's back, her fingers clenching and unclenching at random as a powerful orgasm began to build in her body. Her inexpert fumblings in the secrecy of her bedroom never felt like this. She felt as if her whole body was on the brink of something wonderful. Spike was kneeling upright on the couch, supporting Dawn's entire weight in his arms as he clutched her to him. Dawn wrapped her arms tighter around him, fistfuls of his shirt in each hand. Her eyes opened wide and a small "Oh!" left her mouth as she climaxed.

Spike drank deeply through her orgasm and didn't stop until Dawn's body lay limp in his arms. He set her down gently, a slight fear that he had drunk too much worming its way into his mind through the euphoria of the feed. Her skin was far too pale, her breathing too shallow. Dawn looked at Spike with a dreamy glaze over her eyes and a small smile on her face. "Wow…" was all she managed to utter before curling up and falling fast asleep.

Seeing that she was content filled Spike with a sense of relief, and he finally allowed himself to collapse by her side, gripping the couch for support as the heady feeling of her blood surged through his veins, making his world spin. Power seemed to flow through him, yet he felt an odd sense of peace as well. Absentmindedly, he brushed a stray tendril of hair away from Dawn's face.

"Bloody Hell," Spike muttered. "What have I gotten myself into?"