Description: Buffy's not feeling well, Spike won't go away, and Dawn knows
more that she should. The Scoobies lives are about to be changed forever.
Rating: R
Pairing: Buffy/Spike (did you think otherwise?)
** Author's Notes: Had to up the rating cuz I was feeling a little naughty (. **
Dawn was sitting on the couch flipping through the television channels waiting anxiously for Spike and Buffy to arrive.
"Come on guys." She said looking at her watch. "It shouldn't take Spike a half hour to get movies."
Just as she finished he sentence the front door burst open and Spike came trotting in carrying an orange plastic bag in on hand.
"Finally," Dawn sighed. "God where were you?"
"Getting' your bloody movies." Spike said tossing the bag on the couch next to Dawn and making his way into the kitchen. "There must have been one hell of a sale down there. Soddin' people don't know when to leave the bloody place." Spike pulled out a pack of blood from the refrigerator and tore it open, downing it in one gulp.
"What did you get?" Dawn asked excitedly opening the bag. "Carrie, Children of the Corn, Queen of The Damned, and Romeo and Juliet? Nice choices Spike." Dawn said sarcastically.
"If you don't like them, next time you can get the movies, Niblet." Spike plopped himself down on the couch next to Dawn and grabbed the remote out of her hand.
"Hey." Dawn yelled, trying to grab it back.
"So where's Big Sis?" Spike asked beginning to flip through the channels.
"She should be home soon." Dawn said jumping for the remote. Spike easily eluded her grasps, and continued to flip through the channels. Dawn settled back onto the couch, crossing her arms over her chest in a pout.
"Now come on. You know that doesn't work on me Niblet." Spike said trying to ignore her.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Dawn jumped up from the couch and ran to the door. She opened it to see Buffy standing on the other side, a pizza in one hand, her messenger bag around her shoulders, and a bundle of mail in the other hand.
"A little help here?" Buffy moaned.
Dawn took the pizza from her and Spike, who had just showed up behind Dawn, took the mail. Buffy walked inside the house and shut the door behind her. She turned around to see Spike watching her, Dawn was nowhere in sight.
"What?" she asked quietly when she noticed her was staring at her.
"Just wanted to see my girl." Spike said with his deep, husky, sexy voice that made Buffy's knees go weak.
"I'm not your girl Spike." Buffy said trying to sounds annoyed.
"Oh really?" Spike asked moving closer to her. "Well would anyone who wasn't my girl let me do this?"
Spike quickly moved in and covered Buffy's lips with his own. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and hers around his neck. Buffy opened her mouth and their tongues battles for dominance.
"Hey Buffy?" Dawn called from the kitchen.
Buffy and Spike quickly broke apart and looked towards the kitchen.
"Yea Dawn?" Buffy yelled back.
"I can't find the paper plates."
"Coming." Buffy yelled walking.
Spike grabbed her arm. "This isn't over Slayer." He said in a lusty voice.
"By no means." Buffy replied, and walked into the kitchen. She walked over to a long line of cupboards and popped one open. She rummaged through the contents. No plates. She opened the next one and went through it. No plates there either. "Where are they?" Buffy whined as she opened a third cupboard. A slew or paper plates, cups, and disposable silverware fell out onto the counter below. Buffy shielded herself as the shelf came flying out towards her. It too fell, bouncing off the counter and crashing to the floor. "I found the plates."
"Are you all right?" Dawn asked hurrying to her sister's side.
"Yeah," Buffy said examining her arms. "Just a little cut."
"Your shelf's broken, Slayer." Spike said sipping down a soda. He'd begun drinking regular beverages since he and Buffy started "dating". Ever since she started calling him "blood breath".
"Thanks Spike. I noticed." She was examining her arm.
"No big, I fix it with a hammer and some nails." Spike said picking up the shelf.
"You can fix a shelf?" Dawn said in disbelief.
"Well yeah." Spike said with a cocky smile. "I can fix wood, bake cakes, and knit the cutest little sweater you've ever seen."
"Well while you two discuss Spike's abilities," Buffy flashed Spike a wicked grin, "I'm gonna head upstairs and change and clean this cut."
"I'll help you." Spike jumped.
"Whatever." Buffy sighed, pretending to not care, but secretly she was thinking the same thing Spike was. She lead the way out of the kitchen, Spike following.
"Do they really think I don't know?" Dawn asked herself. "Seriously. People can be so naïve."
"Spike I really don't need your help." Buffy said taking the peroxide out of the medicine cabinet. "I can dress this wound myself."
"Never said I was going to help you with your boo boo, Slayer." Spike said. He picked the tiny Slayer up and set her down on the bathroom sink.
"What are you doing?" Buffy asked seductively.
"The thing you want to do, but are too chicken." Spike answered.
"Hey, I'm no chi." Buffy's protest was cut off and covered her mouth with his. She could almost taste the soda he was drinking as his tongue tickled the top of her mouth. She giggled to herself when she felt her back pressing against the mirror on the medicine cabinet. Buffy felt Spike's hand resting on her knees. It began to creep up her leg, tickling her stomach as it passed, and finally landing just below her breasts. She broke the kiss and looked Spike in the eyes. "Dawn's right downstairs you know."
"Really?" Spike asked with fake concern. "Don't bloody care." Again he captured Buffy's lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His hand rose so it was resting on her breast.
Buffy's hands found the bottom of Spike's t-shirt and tugged it out of his jeans. She ran her hands under his shirt over his chest feeling the muscles ripple under her touch. She pulled the shirt up breaking the kiss, momentarily, to slip it over his head. Immediately, their lips were back together.
Spike growled as Buffy's fingers ran over his nipples. He was very ticklish and she knew that. Spike moved his thumbs so were lightly brushing over Buffy's own nipples, molding them into tiny peaks.
"BUFFY?! SPIKE?!" Dawn screamed from downstairs.
The two lovers snapped apart. Spike scrambled to pull his shirt back on, while Buffy jumped down from the sink and opened the door.
"Yeah Dawn?" She yelled down.
"I'm putting the movies in whether or not you two are done screwing or not!" Dawn yelled up laughing.
Buffy waited for Spike to tuck his shirt back in and compose himself before the descended the steps together.
Dawn was sitting on the couch, stuffing a piece of pizza into her mouth.
"Are you two done with the whole sexcapades?" she asked through a mouth of pepperoni.
"What are you talking about Niblet?" Spike asked walking towards Dawn. He tussled her hair as he passes and dropped down on the couch.
"Oh come on." Dawn sighed. "I know about you two."
Buffy and Spike looked at each dumbfounded. Did she really know or was she bluffing?
"Dawnie what are you talking about?" Buffy asked innocently. "Spike and I are.well we're not really friends either, but we're not involved."
"Yeah you're sister's right." Spike added trying to sound convincing.
"Oh please. Do I look stupid to you? Wait, don't answer that." Dawn got up from the couch and sat her sister down next to Spike. "Look, what are the chances that every time you go out to patrol," she pointed at Buffy, "that Spike just happens to be there? And do you really think I don't hear you two at night?" Dawn asked the both of them. "He climbs in your window," she pointed at Spike who sat nervously on the couch. "And then you two make with the wild, loud, obnoxious sex."
Buffy was amazed. She had never thought her sweet, innocent; little sister could say these things.
"I think she's got us, luv." Spike said.
"Finally one of you admits it!" Dawn sighed, throwing her hand into the air. "Now if I could just get the Queen of Denial to admit it."
"Fine," Buffy sighed. "Spike and I have.been.umm.is dating the word?" She looked to Spike for help. "We've been seeing each other."
"And screwing, don't forget screwing." Dawn chimed in.
"Yes," Buffy complied quietly, just above a whisper.
"What was that I couldn't quite hear you." Dawn was enjoying this so much. She loved putting her sister on the spot and making her squirm.
"Niblet." Spike warned softly.
"Fine, fine." Buffy almost yelled. "I have been sleeping with Spike. That's right we've been sleeping together. Or as you like to call it 'making wild, obnoxious sex'!"
There was silence in the room. Dawn looked at Buffy; Buffy looked at Spike; and Spike looked from one Summers to the other.
"Well," he began, breaking the silence. "Now that this is all out in the open. I don't think I have to say anything, but Niblet," Spike looked at Dawn.
"Yeah, yeah I know." Dawn sighed plopping down in a chair. "Don't tell the gang or you'll kill me good."
Without another word, Spike got up off the couch and popped in one of the movies. The screen went fuzzy at first, and then the previews started. Buffy and Spike's relationship wasn't discussed anymore that night.
Rating: R
Pairing: Buffy/Spike (did you think otherwise?)
** Author's Notes: Had to up the rating cuz I was feeling a little naughty (. **
Dawn was sitting on the couch flipping through the television channels waiting anxiously for Spike and Buffy to arrive.
"Come on guys." She said looking at her watch. "It shouldn't take Spike a half hour to get movies."
Just as she finished he sentence the front door burst open and Spike came trotting in carrying an orange plastic bag in on hand.
"Finally," Dawn sighed. "God where were you?"
"Getting' your bloody movies." Spike said tossing the bag on the couch next to Dawn and making his way into the kitchen. "There must have been one hell of a sale down there. Soddin' people don't know when to leave the bloody place." Spike pulled out a pack of blood from the refrigerator and tore it open, downing it in one gulp.
"What did you get?" Dawn asked excitedly opening the bag. "Carrie, Children of the Corn, Queen of The Damned, and Romeo and Juliet? Nice choices Spike." Dawn said sarcastically.
"If you don't like them, next time you can get the movies, Niblet." Spike plopped himself down on the couch next to Dawn and grabbed the remote out of her hand.
"Hey." Dawn yelled, trying to grab it back.
"So where's Big Sis?" Spike asked beginning to flip through the channels.
"She should be home soon." Dawn said jumping for the remote. Spike easily eluded her grasps, and continued to flip through the channels. Dawn settled back onto the couch, crossing her arms over her chest in a pout.
"Now come on. You know that doesn't work on me Niblet." Spike said trying to ignore her.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Dawn jumped up from the couch and ran to the door. She opened it to see Buffy standing on the other side, a pizza in one hand, her messenger bag around her shoulders, and a bundle of mail in the other hand.
"A little help here?" Buffy moaned.
Dawn took the pizza from her and Spike, who had just showed up behind Dawn, took the mail. Buffy walked inside the house and shut the door behind her. She turned around to see Spike watching her, Dawn was nowhere in sight.
"What?" she asked quietly when she noticed her was staring at her.
"Just wanted to see my girl." Spike said with his deep, husky, sexy voice that made Buffy's knees go weak.
"I'm not your girl Spike." Buffy said trying to sounds annoyed.
"Oh really?" Spike asked moving closer to her. "Well would anyone who wasn't my girl let me do this?"
Spike quickly moved in and covered Buffy's lips with his own. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and hers around his neck. Buffy opened her mouth and their tongues battles for dominance.
"Hey Buffy?" Dawn called from the kitchen.
Buffy and Spike quickly broke apart and looked towards the kitchen.
"Yea Dawn?" Buffy yelled back.
"I can't find the paper plates."
"Coming." Buffy yelled walking.
Spike grabbed her arm. "This isn't over Slayer." He said in a lusty voice.
"By no means." Buffy replied, and walked into the kitchen. She walked over to a long line of cupboards and popped one open. She rummaged through the contents. No plates. She opened the next one and went through it. No plates there either. "Where are they?" Buffy whined as she opened a third cupboard. A slew or paper plates, cups, and disposable silverware fell out onto the counter below. Buffy shielded herself as the shelf came flying out towards her. It too fell, bouncing off the counter and crashing to the floor. "I found the plates."
"Are you all right?" Dawn asked hurrying to her sister's side.
"Yeah," Buffy said examining her arms. "Just a little cut."
"Your shelf's broken, Slayer." Spike said sipping down a soda. He'd begun drinking regular beverages since he and Buffy started "dating". Ever since she started calling him "blood breath".
"Thanks Spike. I noticed." She was examining her arm.
"No big, I fix it with a hammer and some nails." Spike said picking up the shelf.
"You can fix a shelf?" Dawn said in disbelief.
"Well yeah." Spike said with a cocky smile. "I can fix wood, bake cakes, and knit the cutest little sweater you've ever seen."
"Well while you two discuss Spike's abilities," Buffy flashed Spike a wicked grin, "I'm gonna head upstairs and change and clean this cut."
"I'll help you." Spike jumped.
"Whatever." Buffy sighed, pretending to not care, but secretly she was thinking the same thing Spike was. She lead the way out of the kitchen, Spike following.
"Do they really think I don't know?" Dawn asked herself. "Seriously. People can be so naïve."
"Spike I really don't need your help." Buffy said taking the peroxide out of the medicine cabinet. "I can dress this wound myself."
"Never said I was going to help you with your boo boo, Slayer." Spike said. He picked the tiny Slayer up and set her down on the bathroom sink.
"What are you doing?" Buffy asked seductively.
"The thing you want to do, but are too chicken." Spike answered.
"Hey, I'm no chi." Buffy's protest was cut off and covered her mouth with his. She could almost taste the soda he was drinking as his tongue tickled the top of her mouth. She giggled to herself when she felt her back pressing against the mirror on the medicine cabinet. Buffy felt Spike's hand resting on her knees. It began to creep up her leg, tickling her stomach as it passed, and finally landing just below her breasts. She broke the kiss and looked Spike in the eyes. "Dawn's right downstairs you know."
"Really?" Spike asked with fake concern. "Don't bloody care." Again he captured Buffy's lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His hand rose so it was resting on her breast.
Buffy's hands found the bottom of Spike's t-shirt and tugged it out of his jeans. She ran her hands under his shirt over his chest feeling the muscles ripple under her touch. She pulled the shirt up breaking the kiss, momentarily, to slip it over his head. Immediately, their lips were back together.
Spike growled as Buffy's fingers ran over his nipples. He was very ticklish and she knew that. Spike moved his thumbs so were lightly brushing over Buffy's own nipples, molding them into tiny peaks.
"BUFFY?! SPIKE?!" Dawn screamed from downstairs.
The two lovers snapped apart. Spike scrambled to pull his shirt back on, while Buffy jumped down from the sink and opened the door.
"Yeah Dawn?" She yelled down.
"I'm putting the movies in whether or not you two are done screwing or not!" Dawn yelled up laughing.
Buffy waited for Spike to tuck his shirt back in and compose himself before the descended the steps together.
Dawn was sitting on the couch, stuffing a piece of pizza into her mouth.
"Are you two done with the whole sexcapades?" she asked through a mouth of pepperoni.
"What are you talking about Niblet?" Spike asked walking towards Dawn. He tussled her hair as he passes and dropped down on the couch.
"Oh come on." Dawn sighed. "I know about you two."
Buffy and Spike looked at each dumbfounded. Did she really know or was she bluffing?
"Dawnie what are you talking about?" Buffy asked innocently. "Spike and I are.well we're not really friends either, but we're not involved."
"Yeah you're sister's right." Spike added trying to sound convincing.
"Oh please. Do I look stupid to you? Wait, don't answer that." Dawn got up from the couch and sat her sister down next to Spike. "Look, what are the chances that every time you go out to patrol," she pointed at Buffy, "that Spike just happens to be there? And do you really think I don't hear you two at night?" Dawn asked the both of them. "He climbs in your window," she pointed at Spike who sat nervously on the couch. "And then you two make with the wild, loud, obnoxious sex."
Buffy was amazed. She had never thought her sweet, innocent; little sister could say these things.
"I think she's got us, luv." Spike said.
"Finally one of you admits it!" Dawn sighed, throwing her hand into the air. "Now if I could just get the Queen of Denial to admit it."
"Fine," Buffy sighed. "Spike and I have.been.umm.is dating the word?" She looked to Spike for help. "We've been seeing each other."
"And screwing, don't forget screwing." Dawn chimed in.
"Yes," Buffy complied quietly, just above a whisper.
"What was that I couldn't quite hear you." Dawn was enjoying this so much. She loved putting her sister on the spot and making her squirm.
"Niblet." Spike warned softly.
"Fine, fine." Buffy almost yelled. "I have been sleeping with Spike. That's right we've been sleeping together. Or as you like to call it 'making wild, obnoxious sex'!"
There was silence in the room. Dawn looked at Buffy; Buffy looked at Spike; and Spike looked from one Summers to the other.
"Well," he began, breaking the silence. "Now that this is all out in the open. I don't think I have to say anything, but Niblet," Spike looked at Dawn.
"Yeah, yeah I know." Dawn sighed plopping down in a chair. "Don't tell the gang or you'll kill me good."
Without another word, Spike got up off the couch and popped in one of the movies. The screen went fuzzy at first, and then the previews started. Buffy and Spike's relationship wasn't discussed anymore that night.
