Chapter 20

The adrenaline was starting to fade away by the time she parked the car. Her hands had been shaking since she had sat with her sister, holding her hand while they watched the baby move on the ultrasound screen. Buffy had been elated when they started to hear the heart beat.

Dawn couldn't believe Buffy had been healed by the time they reached Wolfram and Hart. Finding out what happened, the doctors had wanted to do an emergency Cesarean to remove the baby, but Buffy had threatened them all with death if they tried to do that. She said she could feel that her baby was okay. Buffy had known she and her child were alright without anyone having to confirm that. Even so, Buffy had welcomed the ultrasound, and Dawn had been on the edge of her seat watching her nephew. The doctor hadn't said the sex of the baby out loud, but she asked him outside the room.

Now, she sat in her car, getting ready to go in to the apartment building. She felt at the edge of her rope, her emotions were frayed. She needed to calm down and this was the best way she could think of at the moment.

That was why, when Will opened the door to his apartment, Dawn was in his living room. He froze to the spot, wondering how she had gotten in and what she was doing there. His brain stopped working when he realized her hair was wet and she was in nothing but a towel.

Dawn had discarded the idea of being friends first and then seducing him. She wanted to skip to the last part, now. Standing, she walked to where he was frozen in front of the threshold and closed the still open door. Stepping a few feet away from him, she gave him a positively wanton stare as she dropped the towel.

Will felt his mind moving but was at a loss of how to make what he was seeing stop. He hadn't slept in days, since he had followed Wesley to he suburbs, he realized. He was dirty and physically and emotionally exhausted. And completely turned on.

No, he told himself, he had baby sat this girl. He reminded himself that he had previously had sex with the sister of the woman trying to seduce him. Dawn has breasts, his mind recognized. They were staring at him, which made it kind of hard not to notice that, but it had taken him a few seconds.

She was walking towards him before he could move. Her lips were on his and her legs were wrapped around his waist before he registered what was happening. Instinct took over, his mind was too exhausted to continue functioning, and he moved into the bedroom, kissing and groping her all the while.

She moaned into him as he rose to take his shirt off. Grabbing at his arms and back, he pulled him to her and kissed him until she was short of breath. Grabbing his dark hair, she guided his head down her body.

His pants had disappeared some time ago, though he couldn't remember taking them off. He was making love to a woman he had known as a girl for so long, he couldn't quite believe who was under him and then on top of him. She was beautiful, his mind said. This is wrong, his heart answered back.

In the end, both his mind and heart were overridden by his body. The stress he kept locked up for so long was finally released as their love making turned more desperate. Lifting her in the air, he repositioned her to his will. She was lost in immense pleasure, floating on a sea of amazing feelings.

He made her body feel like no one else ever had, and her heart responded to the words he whispered in her ear. He said she was beautiful, he told her how wonderful she made his body feel. She responded in kind, driving him on with her words and her body. She was so used to being in control during sex; she found it refreshing, exciting, to give that control to someone else.

Will growled in her ear, the remnants of the animal he had been surfacing briefly. She was flipping their bodies, climbing on top. He controlled her hips with her hands, lifted her in the air with the strength of his arms before bringing her back down.

They continued for what seemed like hours. Lying in his arms after they were spent, she felt something she couldn't name. An emotion was building in her chest and she wasn't sure she would be able describe it if someone asked her to. She felt joy, elation, release, satisfaction, and something else entirely.

Will's mind jumped back into gear. They were naked. In his bed. He was naked in his bed with Dawn. He almost leapt from the sheets. Years of self control made his movements seem planned. He disappeared into the bathroom and got into the shower, scrubbing hard at the grime that seemed to cover him.

What had he done, he asked himself. This was the kid sidekick of the slayer, the whining bratty little sister that he showed a good time to sometimes. She was a beautiful, intelligent woman with a heart of gold and nerves of steel. She was a curvy, good in bed, woman with a sense of humor who wasn't afraid to challenge him.

He smacked himself as his thoughts drifted to her ample talents that had just been displayed for him. He couldn't do this again, he thought. He would tell her it was mistake. Pausing, he was surprised at the pain he felt with that idea.

Stepping out of the shower, he toweled off and wrapped a towel around his waist. Gathering his courage, he opened the bathroom door and lost the ability to breathe and think.

She was on her stomach, slightly pivoted on her hip with her face to the bathroom door. Her long brown hair was lying on her back and framing her face. The long lines of her body spoke to her time on the battle field and her dedication to training. The muscles of her stomach and legs were well defined but still feminine. The softness of her curves melted into toned muscles. Her skin glowed in the soft moon light coming through the windows. She looked ethereal.

She raised herself on her elbow, unashamed of her nakedness. Smiling a thin smile, she flipped her hair over her shoulder. "Come back to bed."

Her young form embodied a maturity and confidence he could not fathom. What had happened to the young and whining girl who had bemoaned her creation? This was not that girl. This was a woman sure of her magnificence, and aware of her own power. He wasn't sure he was going to have a relationship with the creature in front of him, but he was sure he was quickly becoming infatuated.

They made love again. He second time was slower, more personal. They explored each other with casual intrigue and aimed to please with intensity. When they lay in each others arms again, content to say nothing to fill the silence, Dawn realized she was, at the least, in lust with this man.

She felt contented and safe in a way she had never before. She was pleased to stay like this forever, she realized. A small part of her whispered that she could.