Summary: A silly, little moment between Dawn and Spike. Set in season 3.

September 1998, Casa de Summers

"You cheeky little brat!" Spike growled, chasing after the small, giggling figure.

Dawn's giggles increased in volume as she quickly attempted to dive under the dining table, but Spike was faster. With his vampiric reflexes, he scooped the young pre-teen up easily by the waist.

She squealed. "Nooo, Ssspiike!" and tried to wiggle out of his arms, but he held her tight against his chest. Her joyful face betrayed her words. Her eyes were sparkling. Spike knew that she liked playing this game.

"This is what happens to little nibblets who dare awaken the big bad from his slumber!" Spike playfully growled, taking one of her hands and pretending to nibble at the fingers, causing her to let out a stream of giggles. "Nooo!"

"No, eh?" He stopped and pretended to think, holding her in one arm.

Then he began to tickle her, gently digging his fingers into her sides. Dawn's infectious laughter rang like a bell across the house. It was a sweet sound. He began to laugh with her, unable to help himself.

He looked up as a familiar scent hit his sensitive nose. He grinned - still tickling Dawn - as he saw Joyce, Dawn's mom, watching them with a warm gaze from the kitchen entrance. An amused smile was on his friend's lips.

Their eyes met and all he saw in her gaze was... thank you.

A/N *sound of my heart breaking in two* Awwh, this is so wholesome 😭

I would really appreciate it if you like my story and leave a comment ^^

Take care,
Halo