A/N- ack, i was thinking dawn/spikey ness while listening to this song and it sounded pretty good.
Dawn snuck around the house, making sure it was empty. Satisfied, she walked to the cd player, placing a cd in and pausing it while she cleared off the living room floor. She stretched, wearing a pair of stretchy but tight black pants and a loose baby blue tee shirt with white socks. She was 18, true, but everyone has a guilty pleasure. Mandy Moore's "We're Dancing" filtered through the speakers as she began using her six years of ballet knowledge to dance smoothly but not like a seven year old, either. With her eyes closed, she mentally pictured what it would be like if anyone caught her and smirked, blushing a little. Too bad she was too caught up in what she was doing and too close to the CD player to hear the front door open. She did a little spin with a jump and landed gracefully on her toes.
Spike grinned. True, she'd kill him after this but it was entertaining. He tilted his head to the side at times to get a "better look". It lasted about three more minutes before she finished and teetered and fell, opening her eyes to see him with a grin plastered on.
"Spike?!" her eyes widened. "Um, how long were you here and how much did you see?"
"Long enough and I saw as much as I needed to." He walked over and helped her up. "You never told me you were a dancer." She smiled a little, that angelic little innocent smile she had.
"I'm not."
"Could've fooled me." He picked her up, sitting her in his lap as he sat down. She grinned and kissed him on the cheek.
"Stop being mean."
"I'm not." He kissed her, then kissed her nose.
"I hate it when you do that."
"Do what?"
"Get out of punishment with a kiss." He grinned.
"It's what I do best."
"With me, I hope!"
"Only with you, nibblet."
"Good." She kissed him again, smiling to herself. How they had gotten together still baffled her beyond reason, but she didn't care. As long as he was there. And he'd always be there, right? She mentally kicked herself for even thinking about it. Right.
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A/N- short, i know. I'm trying to get a buffy-finds-out plot going here. lol
FLAME, my children of the night! FLAME!
Dawn snuck around the house, making sure it was empty. Satisfied, she walked to the cd player, placing a cd in and pausing it while she cleared off the living room floor. She stretched, wearing a pair of stretchy but tight black pants and a loose baby blue tee shirt with white socks. She was 18, true, but everyone has a guilty pleasure. Mandy Moore's "We're Dancing" filtered through the speakers as she began using her six years of ballet knowledge to dance smoothly but not like a seven year old, either. With her eyes closed, she mentally pictured what it would be like if anyone caught her and smirked, blushing a little. Too bad she was too caught up in what she was doing and too close to the CD player to hear the front door open. She did a little spin with a jump and landed gracefully on her toes.
Spike grinned. True, she'd kill him after this but it was entertaining. He tilted his head to the side at times to get a "better look". It lasted about three more minutes before she finished and teetered and fell, opening her eyes to see him with a grin plastered on.
"Spike?!" her eyes widened. "Um, how long were you here and how much did you see?"
"Long enough and I saw as much as I needed to." He walked over and helped her up. "You never told me you were a dancer." She smiled a little, that angelic little innocent smile she had.
"I'm not."
"Could've fooled me." He picked her up, sitting her in his lap as he sat down. She grinned and kissed him on the cheek.
"Stop being mean."
"I'm not." He kissed her, then kissed her nose.
"I hate it when you do that."
"Do what?"
"Get out of punishment with a kiss." He grinned.
"It's what I do best."
"With me, I hope!"
"Only with you, nibblet."
"Good." She kissed him again, smiling to herself. How they had gotten together still baffled her beyond reason, but she didn't care. As long as he was there. And he'd always be there, right? She mentally kicked herself for even thinking about it. Right.
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A/N- short, i know. I'm trying to get a buffy-finds-out plot going here. lol
FLAME, my children of the night! FLAME!
