Title: Twilight Part 9/?
Author: Emily
Rating: This part, probably an R.
Category: Dawn/Spike.
Summary: Story: Dawn and Spike meet up in an alternate universe and Dawn's in serious need of help. This part? Dawn/Spike goodness.
Spoilers: The Key part of season five I guess. This is an AU fic so most of isn't related to the current storylines etc. And obviously read the other parts first :)
Disclaimer: *laughs* Um do you see this happening on the show? I wish (yeah I'm a twisted little girl who needs to work out her issues. I blame it on Joss breaking up B/A) Song lyrics? Jewel, Standing Still.
Distribution: Lil' Nibblin, A Little Bit Bad, Spike/Dawn lists, fanfiction.net, SU, anywhere else that wants it take it but take the other parts too and let me know where it's going up. Spawn sites I missed out that have earlier parts of it take it as well.
Feedback: Please! This is the most R I've gone in a fic so I want to know what you think. Pipergal33@yahoo.co.uk
AN: Happens at the same time as part 9.
~ **Twilight **~
" Trying to keep it clear But I'm losing here to the twilight"
Part 10
I'm more aware of her than anything else. Long dark hair tickling slightly against my chest and delicate fingers fumbling with the wound. Almost forgot it was there. Dawn struggles to bandage the cut up, biting her lip some in concentration.
" It's alright" I start to say. She shakes her head, hair stroking across my chest in a long almost painfully gentle movement. I wish she'd move that hair because there are things it makes me want to do. Kiss her and more.
" I've got it" Dawn says and it's done. She pulls her head away and rubs at her lip. I can't stop looking at her. It's bleeding a little and I kiss her. I know I shouldn't. Oh I know I shouldn't.
But this is Dawn, with her pale delicate neck, hair you could bury your face in forever, that scent of orange blossom that suddenly sticks to me and won't let me stop. I can't not kiss her. I can't not and so I ignore the voice telling me that she's young and innocent and beautiful and I'm *not*. I ignore the voice telling me I should be protecting Dawn, making some kind of plan, finding a way to keep her safe. I ignore them and I kiss Dawn.
I want the twilight with a need that keeps me awake at night and threatens to consumes me. Maybe I could stop if she wasn't kissing me back with such sweet abandon. The blood from her lip trickles onto my tongue and it's sweet and warm. I slide my tongue along her lip and her arm is around my back, stroking down my bare skin, touching my hair. Such sweet abandon.
This may yet consume me, I think, dazed. Dawn's hands slide around to my chest, warm and seeking. I'm sliding my jacket off her shoulders and burying my face in her neck, her hair splaying across my back. Dawn lets out a little sound as I kiss deeper into her neck and her fingers cling to my back.
She sighs as I lift my head from her neck and leans forward, pressing her lips against mine, kissing me in an eager and desperate kiss. I kiss her back, what else can I do, and I find myself reaching out and stroking the smooth lithe skin of her back underneath her top. Dawn whimpers a little in response to my hands and kisses me harder. She doesn't want me to stop and so I reach gently for the hem of her top and her arms lift willingly so I can pull it over her head.
Pale blue cotton falls to the floor and there's just skin and lace pressing against me and I'm suddenly warm. I gently reach a hand up and stroke across her bra, tracing the curves of her breasts. She shivers, her nipples hard against my chest and I groan slightly. She leans forward and nuzzles hard kisses against my lips, her teeth nipping delicately at my lower lip. I stroke her back and then suddenly Dawn is insistently pulling me on to her, wriggling a little under me until she's comfy.
She reaches around her back and unclips the white lace bra. I dip my head down and start to flick my tongue across her hard nipple, Dawn lets out a little yelp of surprise. I slide my mouth around it and suck against it. As I pull away she cries out in protest and a muffled "Don't stop" escapes her lips. I meet her gaze and wide blue pools stare back at me.
"Spike" Dawn whispers, lifting her head and kissing me gently. I kiss her back, slipping my tongue between her lips. She tilts her head back and sighs as I explore her mouth. I pull away from her reluctantly and look down at her. Her eyes are half closed now, eyelashes dark on her pale cheeks and slowly she opens them.
" Are you sure you want this, love?" I ask and Dawn nods, her breathing quick underneath me. She nods and she kisses me again and I finally give in to the twilight,
* * *
" Spike?" I ask, peering at him. His arm is wrapped tight around my waist - and I'm not going anywhere. I shake at his shoulder and then he turns to face me, looking all cute and dishevelled with hair that sticks up.
" Hi" I say - kinda shyly considering. I didn't know vampires could get tired - or that he could do so many things with his *tongue*...
He smiles at me - in that way of his that always makes me blush - and then he pulls me against him for a kiss. I sigh as he pulls away. Oh I don't want to go anywhere. Here is good. I'm not planning on leaving here any time soon. Screw saving the world, I think absently and don't even get that cold feeling that I usually get when thinking about my impending death.
" You're okay?" Spike asks, sitting up and reaches out to stroke my hair. I nod and smile at him. I glance around.
" Oh God. Buffy will be back soon. It'd help if we had clothes." I sit up, remembering about my sister and the major issues she would have if she knew about this.
" She'll probably kill me. Deflowering her little sister and all." Spike mutters. I laugh.
" Probably" I agree.
" You don't think she really would?" He asks, looking alarmed. So goddamn cute.
" She would definitely kill you" I say giggling and stretch across him to find my bra. I pass Spike his shirt and we dress slowly, hands clumsy and tired. It takes at least ten minutes. I stand up, feeling tired - way more tired than a double period of PE ever made me.
We finally stand up and then he kisses me again. Slow and deep. I could get used to this. And then, then his teeth bite painfully into my lip and we're jerking apart. A voice is cutting sharply through the air and I'm suddenly colder than I've ever been before.
" My Key!" The voice says and I don't have to turn around to see Glory standing there. I *can't* turn around, I'm suddenly shaking and terrified and my hand reaches out to grab the fabric of Spike's jacket. Oh God, I need something to hold on to. Oh God.
* * *
tbc :)
feedback? It'd be sweet and would inspire me to write the next part quicker. Pipergal33@yahoo.co.uk
Author: Emily
Rating: This part, probably an R.
Category: Dawn/Spike.
Summary: Story: Dawn and Spike meet up in an alternate universe and Dawn's in serious need of help. This part? Dawn/Spike goodness.
Spoilers: The Key part of season five I guess. This is an AU fic so most of isn't related to the current storylines etc. And obviously read the other parts first :)
Disclaimer: *laughs* Um do you see this happening on the show? I wish (yeah I'm a twisted little girl who needs to work out her issues. I blame it on Joss breaking up B/A) Song lyrics? Jewel, Standing Still.
Distribution: Lil' Nibblin, A Little Bit Bad, Spike/Dawn lists, fanfiction.net, SU, anywhere else that wants it take it but take the other parts too and let me know where it's going up. Spawn sites I missed out that have earlier parts of it take it as well.
Feedback: Please! This is the most R I've gone in a fic so I want to know what you think. Pipergal33@yahoo.co.uk
AN: Happens at the same time as part 9.
~ **Twilight **~
" Trying to keep it clear But I'm losing here to the twilight"
Part 10
I'm more aware of her than anything else. Long dark hair tickling slightly against my chest and delicate fingers fumbling with the wound. Almost forgot it was there. Dawn struggles to bandage the cut up, biting her lip some in concentration.
" It's alright" I start to say. She shakes her head, hair stroking across my chest in a long almost painfully gentle movement. I wish she'd move that hair because there are things it makes me want to do. Kiss her and more.
" I've got it" Dawn says and it's done. She pulls her head away and rubs at her lip. I can't stop looking at her. It's bleeding a little and I kiss her. I know I shouldn't. Oh I know I shouldn't.
But this is Dawn, with her pale delicate neck, hair you could bury your face in forever, that scent of orange blossom that suddenly sticks to me and won't let me stop. I can't not kiss her. I can't not and so I ignore the voice telling me that she's young and innocent and beautiful and I'm *not*. I ignore the voice telling me I should be protecting Dawn, making some kind of plan, finding a way to keep her safe. I ignore them and I kiss Dawn.
I want the twilight with a need that keeps me awake at night and threatens to consumes me. Maybe I could stop if she wasn't kissing me back with such sweet abandon. The blood from her lip trickles onto my tongue and it's sweet and warm. I slide my tongue along her lip and her arm is around my back, stroking down my bare skin, touching my hair. Such sweet abandon.
This may yet consume me, I think, dazed. Dawn's hands slide around to my chest, warm and seeking. I'm sliding my jacket off her shoulders and burying my face in her neck, her hair splaying across my back. Dawn lets out a little sound as I kiss deeper into her neck and her fingers cling to my back.
She sighs as I lift my head from her neck and leans forward, pressing her lips against mine, kissing me in an eager and desperate kiss. I kiss her back, what else can I do, and I find myself reaching out and stroking the smooth lithe skin of her back underneath her top. Dawn whimpers a little in response to my hands and kisses me harder. She doesn't want me to stop and so I reach gently for the hem of her top and her arms lift willingly so I can pull it over her head.
Pale blue cotton falls to the floor and there's just skin and lace pressing against me and I'm suddenly warm. I gently reach a hand up and stroke across her bra, tracing the curves of her breasts. She shivers, her nipples hard against my chest and I groan slightly. She leans forward and nuzzles hard kisses against my lips, her teeth nipping delicately at my lower lip. I stroke her back and then suddenly Dawn is insistently pulling me on to her, wriggling a little under me until she's comfy.
She reaches around her back and unclips the white lace bra. I dip my head down and start to flick my tongue across her hard nipple, Dawn lets out a little yelp of surprise. I slide my mouth around it and suck against it. As I pull away she cries out in protest and a muffled "Don't stop" escapes her lips. I meet her gaze and wide blue pools stare back at me.
"Spike" Dawn whispers, lifting her head and kissing me gently. I kiss her back, slipping my tongue between her lips. She tilts her head back and sighs as I explore her mouth. I pull away from her reluctantly and look down at her. Her eyes are half closed now, eyelashes dark on her pale cheeks and slowly she opens them.
" Are you sure you want this, love?" I ask and Dawn nods, her breathing quick underneath me. She nods and she kisses me again and I finally give in to the twilight,
* * *
" Spike?" I ask, peering at him. His arm is wrapped tight around my waist - and I'm not going anywhere. I shake at his shoulder and then he turns to face me, looking all cute and dishevelled with hair that sticks up.
" Hi" I say - kinda shyly considering. I didn't know vampires could get tired - or that he could do so many things with his *tongue*...
He smiles at me - in that way of his that always makes me blush - and then he pulls me against him for a kiss. I sigh as he pulls away. Oh I don't want to go anywhere. Here is good. I'm not planning on leaving here any time soon. Screw saving the world, I think absently and don't even get that cold feeling that I usually get when thinking about my impending death.
" You're okay?" Spike asks, sitting up and reaches out to stroke my hair. I nod and smile at him. I glance around.
" Oh God. Buffy will be back soon. It'd help if we had clothes." I sit up, remembering about my sister and the major issues she would have if she knew about this.
" She'll probably kill me. Deflowering her little sister and all." Spike mutters. I laugh.
" Probably" I agree.
" You don't think she really would?" He asks, looking alarmed. So goddamn cute.
" She would definitely kill you" I say giggling and stretch across him to find my bra. I pass Spike his shirt and we dress slowly, hands clumsy and tired. It takes at least ten minutes. I stand up, feeling tired - way more tired than a double period of PE ever made me.
We finally stand up and then he kisses me again. Slow and deep. I could get used to this. And then, then his teeth bite painfully into my lip and we're jerking apart. A voice is cutting sharply through the air and I'm suddenly colder than I've ever been before.
" My Key!" The voice says and I don't have to turn around to see Glory standing there. I *can't* turn around, I'm suddenly shaking and terrified and my hand reaches out to grab the fabric of Spike's jacket. Oh God, I need something to hold on to. Oh God.
* * *
tbc :)
feedback? It'd be sweet and would inspire me to write the next part quicker. Pipergal33@yahoo.co.uk