The Consequences of Kisses
Disclaimer: The characters from Buffy are not mine, sadly. They belong to the people at Fox, the WB, UPN and of course the Evil Tyrant of all things Buffy, Joss Whedon.
Description: Willow/Tara and possibly Dawn/Sarah.
Spoilers: The entire season six. BSD fully revealed. Set after the Tara Trials (if you missed them, they basically tell how Tara came back to life).
Rated: PG-13
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Dawn was fiddling with her locker at school. It was a stubborn one. The lock often stuck, and the only way to open it was to give it a good, hard smack.
Sarah came up to her.
"Can we talk?"
Dawn was still hurt by her supposed friend's reactions the previous night. "I guess."
"Uh, do you want to talk here or ...?"
"We have class in a few minutes. Here is fine."
Sarah took a deep breath. "I want you to know that I'm not going to tell anyone about what happened."
"What a relief," Dawn answered sarcastically.
"I just meant that I've thought it over and I still want to be your friend."
Dawn was offended. "You had to think it over? So you were considering not being my friend?"
"No. Look, I'm saying this all wrong. I want to be friends. Are we friends?"
"Yeah, we're friends." Dawn gave in. Indignity aside, she didn't want to lose Sarah any more than Sarah didn't want to lose her.
Sarah gave her a hug. "Good."
The bell rang.
"Espanol!" they both cried out as they raced to class.
* * *
"She wants to still be friends," Dawn told Tara as she dumped her books out on the table. Tara had picked her up from school.
"See, I told you she'd come around."
Dawn sat down. "The only thing is, I feel bad. Like she's going to expect to attack her or something."
"Love is never easy. I wish I could say otherwise, but I can't." Tara gave her a hug. "But you'll get by. I know you will."
"Thanks," Dawn replied. Whenever she was down, Tara always knew just what to say to make her feel better.
* * *
"You look like a M'fashnick demon," Dawn observed. The girls were trying out an avocado face mask in the Summer's bathroom.
"A what?"
"Uh, nothing. Just an old cartoon I used to watch. Can we wash these off yet?"
"Ten more seconds. Okay ... now."
They washed their faces and retired to Dawn's room.
"So, do my pores look any tighter?" Dawn wondered.
"I guess. They weren't really that untight before. What about mine?"
She looked exactly the same. "Yeah, I think it worked."
"Cool."
"Next time we'll have to try the oatmeal one. It's supposed to exfoliate or something."
Sarah moved a little closer to Dawn on the bed. "Can I ask you something?"
Dawn didn't mind questions, she just never promised to answer them. "Shoot."
"Am I a good kisser?"
Dawn laughed.
"That bad huh?"
"No, no. It's just that was the last question I expected to hear. Um, you were fine. Well, I think so anyway. You weren't exactly all into the kissing me back," Dawn pointed out.
"Well, what if we tried it again? For experimentation's sake."
Dawn was taken aback. More than anything else, she wanted to be kissing Sarah. On the other hand, what good would it do to stir up all those emotions when Sarah was just going to shoot her down? Or was she? It didn't matter. Everything in Dawn was telling her to go for it. "Ok."
Dawn leaned in and kissed Sarah. She loved her lips! They were so soft. She probed a little further, introducing tongues into the mix. They wrestled with each others mouths for a few minutes before coming up for air.
"You're a very good kisser," Dawn announced.
Sarah was breathing a little heavier than usual. "Thanks, you too."
Dawn
took a risk. "Do you want to
try it again?"
She was only asking in the name of science of course.
"Sure."
This time Dawn went straight into the french kissing. She eased Sarah back on her bed. It was heaven! She corrected the thought as their limbs intertwined and Dawn felt Sarah's leg pressing between her own. Dawn moved her hand and dared to touch her breast. Softness. Sarah didn't pull away. Perfect. That is, until Buffy walked in.
"Dawn I ... Oh my God." Buffy did a double take. She did another when she realized it was not a boy that Dawn was getting so friendly with. "Oh my God. Dawn, we are having a talk. Right. Now."
Buffy dragged her into the hallway.
"Is there something you want to tell me? Some small piece information you feel like sharing?"
Dawn rolled her eyes. "You know, I'm guessing you already figured it out."
"Don't take that tone with me Dawn. Were you ever planning to tell me about your little girlfriend?"
"No," Dawn answered. "She's not my girlfriend. I don't even know if she likes me that way."
"Somehow, I'm kinda thinking she does."
"Well, you don't really know the situation," Dawn told her, impatient away from her sister.
"Why don't you tell me about it?"
"Because it's none of your business!" Dawn snapped back.
Buffy had had just about enough of the attitude. "You're too young to be having sex!"
"I am not even having sex! Besides, you were having sex at my age."
"I was seventeen, not sixteen, and we all know how well that turned out."
"You're such a hypocrite," Dawn grumbled on.
"That's it. You're grounded!" Buffy declared.
"What?!"
"You're grounded."
"Fine. Can I go and make sure Sarah is alright?"
Buffy felt her resolve softening. "You have five minutes. Leave the door open."
When Dawn went back in her room she noticed that Sarah had gotten together her stuff.
"I think I should go."
"You ok?"
"Yeah. You?"
Dawn shrugged.
"Well, see ya," Sarah told her in parting.
"See ya."
