First - As you well know, these characters aren't mine. I do like
to play them though!
Second - Last night's D/X action was terrific, my mind is turning! I think I will be putting my own spin on last night's interaction - what do you think?
Third - Thanks to all who have been reading this fic. I hope you are continuing to enjoy it. My apologies for slacking on the Thank You's. I have been pretty busy and most of all focusing on getting some chapters out.
Hopefully I will make up for this NOW! Hi to the Newbies - cOffee, Silversonnet, David, RobClark and Christal. Big Hugs to the faithful - WBH21C (I'll try for Spuffy-lite!), Halcyon (the sex talk is a GREAT suggestion!), FaItHFUL (What if Anya is one giving the sex talk to Dawn?), Kristy Marie (I feel another R scene coming up soon!). AND - are you hanging in there - Aurora Snowstorm, Ghostrider, Sk8erGrl, SparkingDiamond, Wolf31, Hal, Calamity, rainbowdinky, Casper, dlord, Dunthonien, Steve, rainrose, Malaskor, Xanderette43 and Samantha? Finally, to dannyboy - you are so sweet! I hope I continue to give you something worth reading!
Forth - It may be next week before another chapter is up. Got my college reunion this weekend and I can't get out of it - O joy.
Chapter 12
There they sit - the souled vampire and the burned-out slayer - what a pair, he thinks.
Eyes downcast, staring into nothing, she asks "What am I going to do, Spike?"
"'Bout what, Pet?"
"Dawn and Xander. It's all my fault. I haven't been there for her. I mean, look at this house - it's a mess. I have no idea if we've even got any food right now! And all these girls --- well, it's just not fair." Buffy lays her face in her hands and sighs.
Tentatively, Spike rubs her back. He thinks that she really must be beat since she doesn't even jump at his touch. He wonders if he should stop, if he is taking advantage of her sorrow, just as he took advantage of her despair last year. That's a road he doesn't want to go down again.
When he hears her sob, his touch becomes more definitive and before he can even think about the consequences of his actions, he has pulled her into his arms. There is a long, silent moment where he senses her indecision but it passes and she settles against him, pulling her legs up until she is practically curled into a little ball.
He rocks her softly as her tears subside into sleep.
*****************
The bright spring sunlight shining through the curtains wakes Dawn. She tries her best to go back to sleep. School is canceled until further notice - something about 'A High Risk of Earthquake.' Yeah right, why don't you just say 'Opps, we built the high school on top of the entrance to Hell." That would sum it up quite nicely, she thinks. Where is the Department of Homeland Security when you need it?
She figures that this is the end of her high school career. If she manages to live through the current apocalypse, she is going to take her High School Equivalency Exam. After all this, high school seems a little 'been there, done that.'
Checking the clock that Xander has so thoughtfully plugged back in, she sees that it is only 8:00 am. That's the middle of the night by Chez Buffy standards! Seizing the moment, she rolls over to find Xander sleeping peacefully on his back.
He is beautiful. The patch, the little crinkles around his eyes and the laugh lines around his mouth. These past trials have aged him beyond his years but he wears the maturity well. He looks like a man - a capable man. She thinks of the endless hours that she has watched him fix things, build things - make things better. She feels safe in his hands, like everything is going to be OK. Like she is that silly old coffee table downstairs. Every time it breaks, not only does he fix it but he makes it stronger than it was before.
She trails her fingers over his face, lightly tracing the beloved lines. He jumps at the sensation, rising up so quickly that he knocks her away.
He immediately comes awake. "Oh God, Dawnie! I'm sorry. Man, I didn't mean to do that. Guess, I'm still kind of jumpy - you know after the Caleb thing and all."
"It's OK, the doctors talked to Buffy and Willow about the Post Traumatic Stress Thingy. I should have thought about surprising you like that." Looking sad, she backs further away in the attempt to give him some space. "It's my fault."
He quickly moves to pull her close again, taking both of her hands in his. "It's fine, Dawnie. It's nobody's fault, least of all yours." Taking one of her hands, he pulls it to his face. "Don't ever stop touching me. God, if anything, you are the thing that is saving my sanity."
With her warm hand touching the side of his face and her huge, clear hazel eyes looking into his, he sees his salvation "Dawn, I love you. I don't think the words are enough to tell you how I feel. When I look at you, I want to live, I want to get through this, I want to get us through this. I want to give you the future you deserve, Dawnie."
Her generous mouth smiles in response to his impassioned speech and a girlish giggle escapes her.
"What, what's funny?" he asks as he moves his face closer to hers.
"It's just --- I'm so happy. I love you too. I've loved you for so long and I was so scared when you were hurt. When they wouldn't let me see you. I felt like part of me had been torn out. That's when I knew for sure. For sure, that it was more than a crush, that I needed you. That I needed to be a part of you".
About to kiss her, he whispers at her lips, "no worry there, you are definitely a part of me. A part of me that I need to get closer to right now".
With that, he closes the distance between them, sinking into her full lips, giving her soft, chaste kisses until she can bear it no more. She becomes the aggressor, eagerly deepening their kisses. He lets her set the pace as she gallops forward, her passionate exuberance more than makes up for any lack of finesse or experience.
After long minutes of increasingly intense kisses, he can stand it no longer and slides his hands under her pajama top and claims her firm flesh. Her nipples are already tight from want and she cries out at his touch. The pajama top is old and loose and it only takes a slight effort for it to become unbuttoned.
With a sparkle in her eyes, she lays back down settling among the pillows in hopes that he will follow. And follow he does - first with his hands. His work-hardened fingertips softly caress her until she can't bear the delicate contact. She surprises herself when her hands move from his shoulders to the back of his head to push his mouth to where she needs it most. She surprises herself again, when she cries out "Yes, oh yes." when he complies with her desire.
Her ardent response to his attentions absorbs him as nothing else has before. When he is with her, it is like they are at the absolute center of the universe. Her desire for him and the pleasure she takes is so sincere, so earnest that he is in awe of her. He has no doubt in her feelings for him and he strives to make sure she has none herself. The feel of her long, delicate fingers in his hair and the sounds of her pleasure are quickly driving him closer and closer to his destination.
When she feels him leave her breast, she immediately feels the loss. Before she can complain, he is inching down her belly, peppering her body with soft kisses interspersed with more carnal licks as if he is having her for breakfast. His fingers loop in the waistband of her pajamas pealing the cloth back as he goes. As she wraps her brain around his obvious intentions, her hips buck of their own accord. He looks up at her from his descent. The smile on his handsome face does paint him as a pirate.
When she gives a hesitant smile back, he continues without delay. He makes quick work of her underwear. She fights the urge push him back as unfamiliar feelings course through her. He seems to gather that she is overwhelmed and runs his hands up her inner thighs in a soothing gesture. Soon his touch has eased her and again she is ready for him.
When she draws her legs up to capture him, it's almost as if she is watching from above. It is just too incredible to be happening. The imagine of the two of them together in this way is the most arousing thing that she has ever dreamed of.
Soon the out of body feeling is gone, as all of her awareness flies to one single point of contact. Everything is tightening, coiling inside of her. Finally, the spring inside of her releases and releases and releases. It is the most exquisite feeling and her body is over loaded with electrical currents. There is only one thing that she can do to release this incredible feeling.
She screams at the top of her lungs.
TBC
Second - Last night's D/X action was terrific, my mind is turning! I think I will be putting my own spin on last night's interaction - what do you think?
Third - Thanks to all who have been reading this fic. I hope you are continuing to enjoy it. My apologies for slacking on the Thank You's. I have been pretty busy and most of all focusing on getting some chapters out.
Hopefully I will make up for this NOW! Hi to the Newbies - cOffee, Silversonnet, David, RobClark and Christal. Big Hugs to the faithful - WBH21C (I'll try for Spuffy-lite!), Halcyon (the sex talk is a GREAT suggestion!), FaItHFUL (What if Anya is one giving the sex talk to Dawn?), Kristy Marie (I feel another R scene coming up soon!). AND - are you hanging in there - Aurora Snowstorm, Ghostrider, Sk8erGrl, SparkingDiamond, Wolf31, Hal, Calamity, rainbowdinky, Casper, dlord, Dunthonien, Steve, rainrose, Malaskor, Xanderette43 and Samantha? Finally, to dannyboy - you are so sweet! I hope I continue to give you something worth reading!
Forth - It may be next week before another chapter is up. Got my college reunion this weekend and I can't get out of it - O joy.
Chapter 12
There they sit - the souled vampire and the burned-out slayer - what a pair, he thinks.
Eyes downcast, staring into nothing, she asks "What am I going to do, Spike?"
"'Bout what, Pet?"
"Dawn and Xander. It's all my fault. I haven't been there for her. I mean, look at this house - it's a mess. I have no idea if we've even got any food right now! And all these girls --- well, it's just not fair." Buffy lays her face in her hands and sighs.
Tentatively, Spike rubs her back. He thinks that she really must be beat since she doesn't even jump at his touch. He wonders if he should stop, if he is taking advantage of her sorrow, just as he took advantage of her despair last year. That's a road he doesn't want to go down again.
When he hears her sob, his touch becomes more definitive and before he can even think about the consequences of his actions, he has pulled her into his arms. There is a long, silent moment where he senses her indecision but it passes and she settles against him, pulling her legs up until she is practically curled into a little ball.
He rocks her softly as her tears subside into sleep.
*****************
The bright spring sunlight shining through the curtains wakes Dawn. She tries her best to go back to sleep. School is canceled until further notice - something about 'A High Risk of Earthquake.' Yeah right, why don't you just say 'Opps, we built the high school on top of the entrance to Hell." That would sum it up quite nicely, she thinks. Where is the Department of Homeland Security when you need it?
She figures that this is the end of her high school career. If she manages to live through the current apocalypse, she is going to take her High School Equivalency Exam. After all this, high school seems a little 'been there, done that.'
Checking the clock that Xander has so thoughtfully plugged back in, she sees that it is only 8:00 am. That's the middle of the night by Chez Buffy standards! Seizing the moment, she rolls over to find Xander sleeping peacefully on his back.
He is beautiful. The patch, the little crinkles around his eyes and the laugh lines around his mouth. These past trials have aged him beyond his years but he wears the maturity well. He looks like a man - a capable man. She thinks of the endless hours that she has watched him fix things, build things - make things better. She feels safe in his hands, like everything is going to be OK. Like she is that silly old coffee table downstairs. Every time it breaks, not only does he fix it but he makes it stronger than it was before.
She trails her fingers over his face, lightly tracing the beloved lines. He jumps at the sensation, rising up so quickly that he knocks her away.
He immediately comes awake. "Oh God, Dawnie! I'm sorry. Man, I didn't mean to do that. Guess, I'm still kind of jumpy - you know after the Caleb thing and all."
"It's OK, the doctors talked to Buffy and Willow about the Post Traumatic Stress Thingy. I should have thought about surprising you like that." Looking sad, she backs further away in the attempt to give him some space. "It's my fault."
He quickly moves to pull her close again, taking both of her hands in his. "It's fine, Dawnie. It's nobody's fault, least of all yours." Taking one of her hands, he pulls it to his face. "Don't ever stop touching me. God, if anything, you are the thing that is saving my sanity."
With her warm hand touching the side of his face and her huge, clear hazel eyes looking into his, he sees his salvation "Dawn, I love you. I don't think the words are enough to tell you how I feel. When I look at you, I want to live, I want to get through this, I want to get us through this. I want to give you the future you deserve, Dawnie."
Her generous mouth smiles in response to his impassioned speech and a girlish giggle escapes her.
"What, what's funny?" he asks as he moves his face closer to hers.
"It's just --- I'm so happy. I love you too. I've loved you for so long and I was so scared when you were hurt. When they wouldn't let me see you. I felt like part of me had been torn out. That's when I knew for sure. For sure, that it was more than a crush, that I needed you. That I needed to be a part of you".
About to kiss her, he whispers at her lips, "no worry there, you are definitely a part of me. A part of me that I need to get closer to right now".
With that, he closes the distance between them, sinking into her full lips, giving her soft, chaste kisses until she can bear it no more. She becomes the aggressor, eagerly deepening their kisses. He lets her set the pace as she gallops forward, her passionate exuberance more than makes up for any lack of finesse or experience.
After long minutes of increasingly intense kisses, he can stand it no longer and slides his hands under her pajama top and claims her firm flesh. Her nipples are already tight from want and she cries out at his touch. The pajama top is old and loose and it only takes a slight effort for it to become unbuttoned.
With a sparkle in her eyes, she lays back down settling among the pillows in hopes that he will follow. And follow he does - first with his hands. His work-hardened fingertips softly caress her until she can't bear the delicate contact. She surprises herself when her hands move from his shoulders to the back of his head to push his mouth to where she needs it most. She surprises herself again, when she cries out "Yes, oh yes." when he complies with her desire.
Her ardent response to his attentions absorbs him as nothing else has before. When he is with her, it is like they are at the absolute center of the universe. Her desire for him and the pleasure she takes is so sincere, so earnest that he is in awe of her. He has no doubt in her feelings for him and he strives to make sure she has none herself. The feel of her long, delicate fingers in his hair and the sounds of her pleasure are quickly driving him closer and closer to his destination.
When she feels him leave her breast, she immediately feels the loss. Before she can complain, he is inching down her belly, peppering her body with soft kisses interspersed with more carnal licks as if he is having her for breakfast. His fingers loop in the waistband of her pajamas pealing the cloth back as he goes. As she wraps her brain around his obvious intentions, her hips buck of their own accord. He looks up at her from his descent. The smile on his handsome face does paint him as a pirate.
When she gives a hesitant smile back, he continues without delay. He makes quick work of her underwear. She fights the urge push him back as unfamiliar feelings course through her. He seems to gather that she is overwhelmed and runs his hands up her inner thighs in a soothing gesture. Soon his touch has eased her and again she is ready for him.
When she draws her legs up to capture him, it's almost as if she is watching from above. It is just too incredible to be happening. The imagine of the two of them together in this way is the most arousing thing that she has ever dreamed of.
Soon the out of body feeling is gone, as all of her awareness flies to one single point of contact. Everything is tightening, coiling inside of her. Finally, the spring inside of her releases and releases and releases. It is the most exquisite feeling and her body is over loaded with electrical currents. There is only one thing that she can do to release this incredible feeling.
She screams at the top of her lungs.
TBC