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Chapter 8
She looks around curiously. She has never been in his bedroom before. The room is nice. As an afterthought, she realizes that Anya decorated it in all likelihood. The linens match a little too well to have been Xander's choice.
While she stands there, he hurries around the room pulling back the bedspread and turning on some music she's never heard before. He kicks off his shoes and turns to her. She, in turn, kicks off her shoes. He takes her by the waist and pulls her to him for a kiss. Somehow, it seems like the most awkward kiss in the history of the world. Xander pulls back with a silly, pained expression. "Why don't we get comfortable, like I said I don't want to push it."
Xander turns off the music and turns on the TV. Pretty soon, they are lying on the bed flipping through the channels. Finally, they choose the Trading Spaces marathon and settle into making fun of the stupid things that the people are doing.
Slowly they relax. It is nice to do something fun and normal and alone. They have moved the pillows down to the foot of the bed and are both lying on their stomachs watching the show. As things settle, the warmth radiating from Xander draws her to him and she moves her body closer to his. They have watched TV together a thousand times but never this close to one another.
As the show finishes up and another one starts, Xander puts his arm around her as they lay their heads on their respective pillows. They roll so that they are facing one another. She smiles a goofy smile and he smiles an equally goofy smile back.
He reaches over and uses the remote to turn off the TV. The room is now dark only lit by the lights coming in from the parking lot. They can still see each other clearly. He tries to think of something witty to say but can't come up with anything and seems content to watch him intently until he comes up with something.
"Dawn?" he asks. He takes his arm from around her and brushes her hair back from her face. She closes her eyes at his touch. She doesn't realize it but she also arches into his touch as well. The small, involuntary movement warms him.
His hand doesn't leave her as his fingers spear through her hair to the back of her head. He begins to lightly massage the back of her head, playing with her hair. She sighs like a kitten being petted and arches further into the caress.
He can't resist her full lips any longer. He leans forward and traces their outline with the tip of his tongue. The gesture surprises her. Throughout their increasing affection of the past few days, he has refrained from kissing her with his tongue. The intimate feel it of excites her further and she opens her mouth wide to allow him entrance.
Careful not to insult her, he draws back and touches his forehead to her. "Dawn, Honey, don't try so hard quite yet. Just relax, let it come naturally." She blinks in response and simply waits for him to come back to her. She is scared that any comment from her will break the spell.
Xander moves forward again, again tracing her lips with his tongue. He does this once, twice, three times before gently drawing her lower lip into his mouth and sucking on it like a delicate fruit.
She has never felt a sensation like this before. Boys have kissed her but this is something entirely different. She feels her whole body begin to throb in response. Of their own accord her hips arch towards his and in an effort to get her body even closer she curls one leg around his thigh increasing the desired contact.
As she curls about him, he reminds himself to go slow. She tastes so good. He draws back an inch or two and begins to nip at her lips with his own - one then the other. Soon she catches on to the game and begins to mimic his actions. The feel of her sweet, lush lips clinging to his own is a balm for his soul.
Minutes pass as each learns the feel and the taste of the other. They experiment with different degrees of pressure, different angles. He has hesitated to come fully into her mouth. He senses that once he does that they will move to yet another level of intimacy.
He realizes that while he has been fully focusing on her mouth and this kissing game, their lower bodies have been twining together on their accord. One of her long legs is curled around him and her groin is tilted into his, allowing for as much contact as the position provides. She is rubbing herself against him - this way and that - as if trying to find just the right spot.
In return, his pelvis is moving rhythmically against her. He wants nothing more than to roll her beneath him and grind into her. But he calms himself and schools himself to think about his next step. He moves his hands to her arms as they continue to kiss. He eases her onto her back but stays beside her.
Once she is settled in this new position, he touches her breast lightly with one palm. At this touch, her eyes fly open. Just as she begins to miss the contact with his lower half, all of her attention is brought to this one spot. She is looking at his open palm as he rubs it over the very tip of her breast. It is really just a whisper of a touch but it feels like fire to her. As she feels her breast, respond and her nipple pucker as if to seek his touch out, she lets out a sigh.
As soon as the sound is out of her mouth, she looks at Xander for some kind of confirmation that it is all right to make noise. He smiles a warm smile down at her. "So, we've found something she likes" he teases. He brings his big, blunt fingertips to the buttons on her blouse and plays with them. "Can I?" he asks.
She nods furiously, scared that her voice will betray her need. He comes up on his elbow and unbuttons her blouse with his free hand. When he finishes, he pulls back further to gaze at her before coming back to kiss her some more, this time with his hand firmly cupping and caressing her breast through her bra.
The combination of Xander's kissing tutorial and her own escalating arousal combine to intensify their kisses. Before Xander realizes it, their tongues are touching - playfully at first and then with increasing force. Her mouth is hot and sweet and her lips cling to his.
Until now, Dawn has been fairly passive but now she finds that she must move, she must touch him. The feel of him, the taste of him is driving her. Her self-consciousness has been replaced by desire. And it feels so good, so cleansing, so right that her soul seems to sing. Her arms go around his neck and she pulls him to her. He goes willingly. Like their lips and tongues before, their bodies seem to slip and slide together until exactly the right spot is found.
Once Dawn begins to assert herself in the exchange, Xander finds it increasingly hard to stay removed from the proceedings enough to modulate his actions for her benefit. A primal part of his brain is taking over. Finally, with one last shred of reason, he decides that from all indications things are going along quite well. After that, thoughts become less important. Touching her is all that matters.
She pulls at his tee shirt and he complies by pulling it over his head. As soon as his shirt is off, he reaches for snap on her bra. Once it is off, his kisses follow. She runs her fingers through his hair, careful to leave the eye patch in place. She lays back and lets the exquisite feelings rush over he as he suckles her breasts. She feels the invisible thread that runs from her breasts to her most feminine spot. The escalating sensation drives her to arch into him and run her hands over his waist and below.
RING-RING-RING RING-RING-RING
The sound will not stop and he pulls away fumbling for the phone on the dresser.
"Hello? Molly? Grocery Store? Yes?.OK, sure. No, it's going to be a while."
Dawn mentally curses that the troop at Chez Buffy can reach them even here. Then Xander is back. "I turned off the phone. Are, are you OK, I mean."
She says, "Shut up" and throws herself back into his arms. She will be damned before anyone ruins this for either of them.
It is Dawn who reaches between them and unzips his pants. She then slides her hands back to his waist and pulls the jeans down his legs. Finally, it seems. He helps her and then he is wearing only his boxers and they do little to hide his need. Her shorts and underwear are next and then last, his boxers.
They lie on their sides still backwards on the bed, their heads facing the TV. They are both breathing hard and Dawn is feeling tremors inside of her that she has never felt before. When he places a big hand on her stomach she jumps but he soothes and continues until he is gently parting her and entering her this way. She is too far-gone to be embarrassed and looks up at him with the most needful expression as she becomes acquainted with these new feelings.
Suddenly, this isn't enough for her, and she is pleading, "Please, Please, Please". He increases his movement but she continues to ask for more. He can't take it anymore and whatever control to keep things moving slowly fails him and this time he rolls her onto her back.
"Dawn, Honey, this is it, OK?"
Dawn is a little frustrated. She is not a china doll. She is a teenage girl - all flesh and blood and raging hormones. "Yes, a thousand times, Yes! Just do it."
Although at this point, Xander seems to think otherwise, she is not stupid by any stretch of the imagination. She has seen enough, read enough and heard enough to understand the mechanics of this event quite well. Since he is taking things like an eighty-year-old man, she decides to take matters back into her own hands.
Dawn flips and now Xander is on his back. Before he can recover from the shock, she has sat up and straddled him. Reaching down and touching him for the first time, she guides him to her and pushes down.
She pushes down harder; she wants this so badly. Finally, he seems to decide to help her and he pushes up while she pushes down. She feels a 'pop' and then he is inside. He is inside her. She is amazed.
The expression on Dawn's face beats all of the Christmases he has ever had. Any lurking reservations that he may have harbored are gone. This is so right.
She stays still and just relishes the feel of him. The bit of pain she feels burns a little bit but to her even the sting feels good - the significance of it.
Xander is in awe of her. He has never been with a virgin before, even when he was one. He is determined to make this good for her even though logic suggests that this is more of something that is usually suffered through than enjoyed.
Once he is in, he tries hard not to move. Dawn is uncharacteristically quiet. "Dawn? Honey, do you want to stop?" he asks as he begins to move away. She pushes into him to try and counter his retreat, "No, God, No. Stay, I'm fine.It's just.I've.I've never felt anything like this . it's like we are. we are." She suddenly squeezes him from inside, and then again. Speech is beyond her now.
He realizes that while she is killing him little by little, she is starting to revel in the feel of their joining. He strives to stay as still as he can as she plays. Think, Xander, think. Think about anything but how this feels. He has never encountered anything remotely like this in his life.
He feels a little spasm run through her and caress him, the twitch seems to spur her on and she wiggles on top of him while arching back. He can't wait any longer. His hands move up to cup her breasts, such ample breasts for a young girl, so generous with their pink tips. He moves his hands to shift her and before she can realize his intent, he has sat up and she is impaled upon him with her legs around his waist.
If the look on her beautiful face is any indication, the position is very much to her liking. Her mouth opens as if to speak and then closes. He provides her with a word - two words actually - "Trust me" and with that, he begins to move her with his hands on her hips. She comes almost at once and instead of being sated, she becomes eager for more and takes over the rhythm that he has begun.
She smiles brightly, "I think I'm getting the hang of this".
He smiles back, "I would say so but then again practice makes perfect."
She responds by kissing him, catching at his lips as he has taught her so recently.
With her arms around his neck and her body fully in command, he is finally free to touch her and love her at his own pace which at this point is more frenzied than he would have liked. When his fingers find her, she unravels quickly and fully, taking him along with her.
The minutes after are quiet and dear, neither wanting to move. Xander feels more alive and more at peace than he has in months - maybe in forever. Finally, he breaks the silence, "I hate to say this, but we better be getting back. They'll be looking for us."
She sighs and hugs him tighter, "Can't we just stay this way, forever".
"I wish."
She pulls back to look at him with a crooked grin, "If you think that I am going to be OK with being with you only once in a while, you are out of your mind. This is better than Captain Crunch with syrup poured over it."
Xander laughs - really laughs for the first time in a long while, "I'm glad the lady is pleased." He goes on with more seriousness, "We do need to be careful. Now, is just not the time to distract Buffy."
"I know but I am just staking out my territory, making myself clear. I'll be discreet but I will not go back to the way it was. We need each other too much. "
"When did you get so smart?" he teases.
"Don't you know? I have an old soul." She declares as she kisses him again.
TBC
Chapter 8
She looks around curiously. She has never been in his bedroom before. The room is nice. As an afterthought, she realizes that Anya decorated it in all likelihood. The linens match a little too well to have been Xander's choice.
While she stands there, he hurries around the room pulling back the bedspread and turning on some music she's never heard before. He kicks off his shoes and turns to her. She, in turn, kicks off her shoes. He takes her by the waist and pulls her to him for a kiss. Somehow, it seems like the most awkward kiss in the history of the world. Xander pulls back with a silly, pained expression. "Why don't we get comfortable, like I said I don't want to push it."
Xander turns off the music and turns on the TV. Pretty soon, they are lying on the bed flipping through the channels. Finally, they choose the Trading Spaces marathon and settle into making fun of the stupid things that the people are doing.
Slowly they relax. It is nice to do something fun and normal and alone. They have moved the pillows down to the foot of the bed and are both lying on their stomachs watching the show. As things settle, the warmth radiating from Xander draws her to him and she moves her body closer to his. They have watched TV together a thousand times but never this close to one another.
As the show finishes up and another one starts, Xander puts his arm around her as they lay their heads on their respective pillows. They roll so that they are facing one another. She smiles a goofy smile and he smiles an equally goofy smile back.
He reaches over and uses the remote to turn off the TV. The room is now dark only lit by the lights coming in from the parking lot. They can still see each other clearly. He tries to think of something witty to say but can't come up with anything and seems content to watch him intently until he comes up with something.
"Dawn?" he asks. He takes his arm from around her and brushes her hair back from her face. She closes her eyes at his touch. She doesn't realize it but she also arches into his touch as well. The small, involuntary movement warms him.
His hand doesn't leave her as his fingers spear through her hair to the back of her head. He begins to lightly massage the back of her head, playing with her hair. She sighs like a kitten being petted and arches further into the caress.
He can't resist her full lips any longer. He leans forward and traces their outline with the tip of his tongue. The gesture surprises her. Throughout their increasing affection of the past few days, he has refrained from kissing her with his tongue. The intimate feel it of excites her further and she opens her mouth wide to allow him entrance.
Careful not to insult her, he draws back and touches his forehead to her. "Dawn, Honey, don't try so hard quite yet. Just relax, let it come naturally." She blinks in response and simply waits for him to come back to her. She is scared that any comment from her will break the spell.
Xander moves forward again, again tracing her lips with his tongue. He does this once, twice, three times before gently drawing her lower lip into his mouth and sucking on it like a delicate fruit.
She has never felt a sensation like this before. Boys have kissed her but this is something entirely different. She feels her whole body begin to throb in response. Of their own accord her hips arch towards his and in an effort to get her body even closer she curls one leg around his thigh increasing the desired contact.
As she curls about him, he reminds himself to go slow. She tastes so good. He draws back an inch or two and begins to nip at her lips with his own - one then the other. Soon she catches on to the game and begins to mimic his actions. The feel of her sweet, lush lips clinging to his own is a balm for his soul.
Minutes pass as each learns the feel and the taste of the other. They experiment with different degrees of pressure, different angles. He has hesitated to come fully into her mouth. He senses that once he does that they will move to yet another level of intimacy.
He realizes that while he has been fully focusing on her mouth and this kissing game, their lower bodies have been twining together on their accord. One of her long legs is curled around him and her groin is tilted into his, allowing for as much contact as the position provides. She is rubbing herself against him - this way and that - as if trying to find just the right spot.
In return, his pelvis is moving rhythmically against her. He wants nothing more than to roll her beneath him and grind into her. But he calms himself and schools himself to think about his next step. He moves his hands to her arms as they continue to kiss. He eases her onto her back but stays beside her.
Once she is settled in this new position, he touches her breast lightly with one palm. At this touch, her eyes fly open. Just as she begins to miss the contact with his lower half, all of her attention is brought to this one spot. She is looking at his open palm as he rubs it over the very tip of her breast. It is really just a whisper of a touch but it feels like fire to her. As she feels her breast, respond and her nipple pucker as if to seek his touch out, she lets out a sigh.
As soon as the sound is out of her mouth, she looks at Xander for some kind of confirmation that it is all right to make noise. He smiles a warm smile down at her. "So, we've found something she likes" he teases. He brings his big, blunt fingertips to the buttons on her blouse and plays with them. "Can I?" he asks.
She nods furiously, scared that her voice will betray her need. He comes up on his elbow and unbuttons her blouse with his free hand. When he finishes, he pulls back further to gaze at her before coming back to kiss her some more, this time with his hand firmly cupping and caressing her breast through her bra.
The combination of Xander's kissing tutorial and her own escalating arousal combine to intensify their kisses. Before Xander realizes it, their tongues are touching - playfully at first and then with increasing force. Her mouth is hot and sweet and her lips cling to his.
Until now, Dawn has been fairly passive but now she finds that she must move, she must touch him. The feel of him, the taste of him is driving her. Her self-consciousness has been replaced by desire. And it feels so good, so cleansing, so right that her soul seems to sing. Her arms go around his neck and she pulls him to her. He goes willingly. Like their lips and tongues before, their bodies seem to slip and slide together until exactly the right spot is found.
Once Dawn begins to assert herself in the exchange, Xander finds it increasingly hard to stay removed from the proceedings enough to modulate his actions for her benefit. A primal part of his brain is taking over. Finally, with one last shred of reason, he decides that from all indications things are going along quite well. After that, thoughts become less important. Touching her is all that matters.
She pulls at his tee shirt and he complies by pulling it over his head. As soon as his shirt is off, he reaches for snap on her bra. Once it is off, his kisses follow. She runs her fingers through his hair, careful to leave the eye patch in place. She lays back and lets the exquisite feelings rush over he as he suckles her breasts. She feels the invisible thread that runs from her breasts to her most feminine spot. The escalating sensation drives her to arch into him and run her hands over his waist and below.
RING-RING-RING RING-RING-RING
The sound will not stop and he pulls away fumbling for the phone on the dresser.
"Hello? Molly? Grocery Store? Yes?.OK, sure. No, it's going to be a while."
Dawn mentally curses that the troop at Chez Buffy can reach them even here. Then Xander is back. "I turned off the phone. Are, are you OK, I mean."
She says, "Shut up" and throws herself back into his arms. She will be damned before anyone ruins this for either of them.
It is Dawn who reaches between them and unzips his pants. She then slides her hands back to his waist and pulls the jeans down his legs. Finally, it seems. He helps her and then he is wearing only his boxers and they do little to hide his need. Her shorts and underwear are next and then last, his boxers.
They lie on their sides still backwards on the bed, their heads facing the TV. They are both breathing hard and Dawn is feeling tremors inside of her that she has never felt before. When he places a big hand on her stomach she jumps but he soothes and continues until he is gently parting her and entering her this way. She is too far-gone to be embarrassed and looks up at him with the most needful expression as she becomes acquainted with these new feelings.
Suddenly, this isn't enough for her, and she is pleading, "Please, Please, Please". He increases his movement but she continues to ask for more. He can't take it anymore and whatever control to keep things moving slowly fails him and this time he rolls her onto her back.
"Dawn, Honey, this is it, OK?"
Dawn is a little frustrated. She is not a china doll. She is a teenage girl - all flesh and blood and raging hormones. "Yes, a thousand times, Yes! Just do it."
Although at this point, Xander seems to think otherwise, she is not stupid by any stretch of the imagination. She has seen enough, read enough and heard enough to understand the mechanics of this event quite well. Since he is taking things like an eighty-year-old man, she decides to take matters back into her own hands.
Dawn flips and now Xander is on his back. Before he can recover from the shock, she has sat up and straddled him. Reaching down and touching him for the first time, she guides him to her and pushes down.
She pushes down harder; she wants this so badly. Finally, he seems to decide to help her and he pushes up while she pushes down. She feels a 'pop' and then he is inside. He is inside her. She is amazed.
The expression on Dawn's face beats all of the Christmases he has ever had. Any lurking reservations that he may have harbored are gone. This is so right.
She stays still and just relishes the feel of him. The bit of pain she feels burns a little bit but to her even the sting feels good - the significance of it.
Xander is in awe of her. He has never been with a virgin before, even when he was one. He is determined to make this good for her even though logic suggests that this is more of something that is usually suffered through than enjoyed.
Once he is in, he tries hard not to move. Dawn is uncharacteristically quiet. "Dawn? Honey, do you want to stop?" he asks as he begins to move away. She pushes into him to try and counter his retreat, "No, God, No. Stay, I'm fine.It's just.I've.I've never felt anything like this . it's like we are. we are." She suddenly squeezes him from inside, and then again. Speech is beyond her now.
He realizes that while she is killing him little by little, she is starting to revel in the feel of their joining. He strives to stay as still as he can as she plays. Think, Xander, think. Think about anything but how this feels. He has never encountered anything remotely like this in his life.
He feels a little spasm run through her and caress him, the twitch seems to spur her on and she wiggles on top of him while arching back. He can't wait any longer. His hands move up to cup her breasts, such ample breasts for a young girl, so generous with their pink tips. He moves his hands to shift her and before she can realize his intent, he has sat up and she is impaled upon him with her legs around his waist.
If the look on her beautiful face is any indication, the position is very much to her liking. Her mouth opens as if to speak and then closes. He provides her with a word - two words actually - "Trust me" and with that, he begins to move her with his hands on her hips. She comes almost at once and instead of being sated, she becomes eager for more and takes over the rhythm that he has begun.
She smiles brightly, "I think I'm getting the hang of this".
He smiles back, "I would say so but then again practice makes perfect."
She responds by kissing him, catching at his lips as he has taught her so recently.
With her arms around his neck and her body fully in command, he is finally free to touch her and love her at his own pace which at this point is more frenzied than he would have liked. When his fingers find her, she unravels quickly and fully, taking him along with her.
The minutes after are quiet and dear, neither wanting to move. Xander feels more alive and more at peace than he has in months - maybe in forever. Finally, he breaks the silence, "I hate to say this, but we better be getting back. They'll be looking for us."
She sighs and hugs him tighter, "Can't we just stay this way, forever".
"I wish."
She pulls back to look at him with a crooked grin, "If you think that I am going to be OK with being with you only once in a while, you are out of your mind. This is better than Captain Crunch with syrup poured over it."
Xander laughs - really laughs for the first time in a long while, "I'm glad the lady is pleased." He goes on with more seriousness, "We do need to be careful. Now, is just not the time to distract Buffy."
"I know but I am just staking out my territory, making myself clear. I'll be discreet but I will not go back to the way it was. We need each other too much. "
"When did you get so smart?" he teases.
"Don't you know? I have an old soul." She declares as she kisses him again.
TBC