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Title: Falling For You
Part: 2/7
Author: Hana/Black Butterflyz
Email: thedaisygirl_2003@hotmail.com or blackbutterflyz_2003@yahoo.co.uk
Rating: PG-13
Summary: If anything can happen in a minute, how many things can happen in
a week? D/C angst.
A/N: I don't think I mentioned it before, but Wesley is back at the hotel
too and he and Angel are friends. And I meant Connor was back at the hotel,
not mansion. Sorry.
Day 2
Dawn looked out the window and rested her head back against the seat, trying to get more comfortable. When she had gone to bed her father had called and told Buffy that he would have to go out of town the next week so Dawn's trip would either have to be postponed or brought-forward. Normally, Dawn would have opted to delay it, but under the circumstances.Wesley had insisted that they take her back with them and Dawn had no objections with it. Especially as they had come in Gunn's truck, which meant Dawn and Connor had to squash up in the passenger seat together. The prospect of sitting that close to Connor had been.exciting. In actual practice, it was.intoxicating. She could feel his body and the muscles in his arm and was strangely aware of every move she made - and the fact that he always seemed to be watching her.
The sun had set an hour ago and every turn they took the sky seemed to get darker. However, the hotel was within 15 minutes distance. Wesley had hoped to leave much earlier so that they could arrive in L.A. before sunset and Gunn left the hotel to patrol, but Dawn had spent an awful long time deciding what clothes to pack - Wesley had told Buffy that if Dawn needed anything she was always welcome at the hotel. And Dawn planned on needing something every day.
Suddenly, Wesley jerked the truck to a stop and Dawn, torn out of her thoughts, shook with the truck and knocked onto Connor. Not that either of them minded very much.
Dawn looked around and saw they were at a petrol station. Dawn looked to Wesley - she hadn't dared meet Connor's deep gray eyes - and he answered her unasked question.
"I promised Gunn I'd fill it up before we got there." Then he opened his door and got out of the truck.
Dawn put her head back against the seat and stifled a yawn. She didn't think that would look pretty, but she was very tired and she couldn't wait to hit the bed and go to sleep.
"So," Dawn heard a voice say and she turned around to look at Connor, "Where does your Dad live?"
"A little past the Hotel." She knew it was rude to look away when he was talking too, but a part of her wanted to. Another part of her, a bigger part, just wanted to stay like that for as long as possible. Forever wasn't something she liked to consider.
"So are you staying over tonight or are we dropping you off there?"
Staying over? Oh, how she wanted to. But after imagining spying on him for a few moments she remembered he was waiting for a reply. "I don't know."
Connor nodded, but kept looking at her, so she kept looking at him. She suddenly noticed that his face was very close to her and became very aware of her breathing.
She blinked, the strangeness of the moment not wiping away the fatigue that ran through her veins.
And then everything went blank.
*
Connor looked at Dawn, unable to stop staring straight into her eyes. The whole journey she had captivated him. On his way to Sunnydale, he had passed the two hours by looking out the window - the radio didn't work - but Wesley, although a good friend, was not that interesting to look at. Dawn, however.well, he didn't know where to start or stop. And now he was so close to her.and Wesley wasn't there. Maybe he should kiss her, quickly, just to see what it felt like. There was no harm in a short kiss, right? He hadn't gone over the kissing-thing thoroughly with Gunn, but friends could kiss a little if nothing came from it. And if something did come from it, then, well.
She blinked, and he noticed how her eyelashes were long and brown and curled up at the top.
As the 'to kiss or not to kiss' debate started again in his head, her eyes closed again and her head fell roughly against his shoulder. Her lips were closed tightly, but stretched in a peaceful smile. Connor put his hand against her head and rested it against the seat. He didn't remove his hand immediately, prolonging the feel of her silky hair falling through his fingers, doubting his chance of doing so again. Her head feel to his shoulder again, and he noticed how nice her hair smelled, kind of.fruity.
Wesley got back into the car and revved up the engine, before he looked to his right. "Dawn?"
"Sleeping."
Day 2
Dawn looked out the window and rested her head back against the seat, trying to get more comfortable. When she had gone to bed her father had called and told Buffy that he would have to go out of town the next week so Dawn's trip would either have to be postponed or brought-forward. Normally, Dawn would have opted to delay it, but under the circumstances.Wesley had insisted that they take her back with them and Dawn had no objections with it. Especially as they had come in Gunn's truck, which meant Dawn and Connor had to squash up in the passenger seat together. The prospect of sitting that close to Connor had been.exciting. In actual practice, it was.intoxicating. She could feel his body and the muscles in his arm and was strangely aware of every move she made - and the fact that he always seemed to be watching her.
The sun had set an hour ago and every turn they took the sky seemed to get darker. However, the hotel was within 15 minutes distance. Wesley had hoped to leave much earlier so that they could arrive in L.A. before sunset and Gunn left the hotel to patrol, but Dawn had spent an awful long time deciding what clothes to pack - Wesley had told Buffy that if Dawn needed anything she was always welcome at the hotel. And Dawn planned on needing something every day.
Suddenly, Wesley jerked the truck to a stop and Dawn, torn out of her thoughts, shook with the truck and knocked onto Connor. Not that either of them minded very much.
Dawn looked around and saw they were at a petrol station. Dawn looked to Wesley - she hadn't dared meet Connor's deep gray eyes - and he answered her unasked question.
"I promised Gunn I'd fill it up before we got there." Then he opened his door and got out of the truck.
Dawn put her head back against the seat and stifled a yawn. She didn't think that would look pretty, but she was very tired and she couldn't wait to hit the bed and go to sleep.
"So," Dawn heard a voice say and she turned around to look at Connor, "Where does your Dad live?"
"A little past the Hotel." She knew it was rude to look away when he was talking too, but a part of her wanted to. Another part of her, a bigger part, just wanted to stay like that for as long as possible. Forever wasn't something she liked to consider.
"So are you staying over tonight or are we dropping you off there?"
Staying over? Oh, how she wanted to. But after imagining spying on him for a few moments she remembered he was waiting for a reply. "I don't know."
Connor nodded, but kept looking at her, so she kept looking at him. She suddenly noticed that his face was very close to her and became very aware of her breathing.
She blinked, the strangeness of the moment not wiping away the fatigue that ran through her veins.
And then everything went blank.
*
Connor looked at Dawn, unable to stop staring straight into her eyes. The whole journey she had captivated him. On his way to Sunnydale, he had passed the two hours by looking out the window - the radio didn't work - but Wesley, although a good friend, was not that interesting to look at. Dawn, however.well, he didn't know where to start or stop. And now he was so close to her.and Wesley wasn't there. Maybe he should kiss her, quickly, just to see what it felt like. There was no harm in a short kiss, right? He hadn't gone over the kissing-thing thoroughly with Gunn, but friends could kiss a little if nothing came from it. And if something did come from it, then, well.
She blinked, and he noticed how her eyelashes were long and brown and curled up at the top.
As the 'to kiss or not to kiss' debate started again in his head, her eyes closed again and her head fell roughly against his shoulder. Her lips were closed tightly, but stretched in a peaceful smile. Connor put his hand against her head and rested it against the seat. He didn't remove his hand immediately, prolonging the feel of her silky hair falling through his fingers, doubting his chance of doing so again. Her head feel to his shoulder again, and he noticed how nice her hair smelled, kind of.fruity.
Wesley got back into the car and revved up the engine, before he looked to his right. "Dawn?"
"Sleeping."