Chapter 21
Connor wasn't actually sure what was on the tv in front of him, but he didn't really care. It could have been
a Muppets Christmas special for all he knew.
He was too distracted by Dawn. She was sitting so close to him, she was almost on his lap. Her hands were
wrapped around his waist, playing with the material of the shirt Spike had leant him
She sighed and leant back into the sofa, resting her head on Connor's shoulder.
In response Connor kissed the side of her neck, just below her ear.
She smiled and tightened her arms around his waist.
It's so cool having him here with me! He makes just watching TV better..
She closed her eyes, ignoring the screen in front of her and smiled at his warmth and listening to the sound
of his heart beating.
Connor looked down at Dawn rested against him and felt a wave of love rise up in him. Her chestnut hair
felt silky against his shoulder, her body warm where she leant against him. Connor sighed to himself, he
cared about her so much it hurt.
If those monks take her.. I couldn't go on..I can't fail her.. or our son..
He slid his hand under her shirt and cupped her hip stroking the side of her belly, feeling the life form
growing there.
She's so warm..I really have to tell her about him.
Dawn sighed at his touch and turned her head up to face his, her bright eyes boring into his own, her full
lips part softly... so tempting..
She smiled softly and leant up for a kiss.
Connor felt her lips press against his own. Suddenly it seemed like weeks since he'd last kissed her, even
though it had only been about ten minutes. She pulled back far too soon for his liking, and he pulled her
face back towards him.
She smirked, "connor…"
He kissed her roughly, his tongue claiming her, expressing his sudden lust. He raised an arm and cupped
her face in his hand, holding her close.
She moaned softly at the sudden change in the mood of their kissing and pulled her arms tighter around his
neck, pulling herself up towards him.
Connor could feel himself getting more and more aroused just by her kisses. Then he noticed the way she
was pressed against him, her breasts crushed into his chest…
He wanted to rip her clothes off and claim her right where they sat.
Dawn gave another little groaning noise and the sound made Connor's heart skip a beat. Just the sound of
her desire was getting hard to cope with. He knew that if their little make out session continued he'd have a
hard time resisting his lust.
when did I turn into such a horny idiot?!
He pulled back slightly, ending their kiss and smiled down at her.
"dawn.. this isn't the place.."
I can't have spike or buffy walking in on us again… twice is plenty enough..
Dawn leant down and pressed a finger up against his lips silencing him.
when did she end up on my lap!?
She looked deep into his eyes and traced around his lips, swollen with her kisses, with her finger.
"dawn.."
Connor lost all ability to think while she looked at him like that, her eyes wide, reflecting her beauty.
Her soft fingertips ran along his skin, pausing to explore his features. His mouth, his nose, his eyes.
Dawn continued memorising every aspect of his face, her fingers finally falling upon his lips again.
She paused, then settled her hands in his hair, cradling his face.
Connor sighed and closed his eyes, giving up.
He felt her warm breath against his skin, his lips tingling with expectation as her lips pressed against
him in the softest most excruciatingly beautiful kiss she'd ever given him.
She tasted him briefly then pulled away.
Connor opened his eyes, feeling slightly dazed.
Dawn looked down at him, nothing but pure love shining in her eyes.
Connor sat up straight, his nose brushing against hers, their breath mingling and wrapped his arms around
her . He kissed her softly, the effort of denying his desire forcing tears form his eyes.
Dawn's eyes widened and she gently brushed her finger tips over the wetness of his tears. She looked down
at him in shock and concern, "Connor! What's wrong?"
He swallowed and tried to answer, tried to explain what had him so upset. How she was bearing his child,
that she and his child might well end up dead or living in a hell dimension. But most of all, he wanted to
tell her that he loved her and he wanted her. But he couldn't have her. That's why tears where sliding
silently from his eyes. He couldn't make the words come out though.
Dawn looked down at him, her own eyes pricking and tears welling there. "connor.."
He noticed how she was on the verge of tears. "No dawn, don't cry. I'm sorry."
He reached up and gently kissed each of her eyelids in turn. "I didn't mean to upset you."
She didn't reply, just rested her forehead against his, her breath coming in gasps.
He pulled her down into a tight hug, her face buried in his shoulder.
Eventually he heard her whisper, "tell me what's wrong then."
Before he could control himself or think of the proper thing to say, he heard himself reply, "I love you
Dawn, and I want you… But I can't have you."
He felt her freeze against him.
Oh god..was that a bad thing to say?… why did I say that?!! She's going to hate me..
Sure enough she sat up on his lap her eyes narrowed with anger. Suddenly she slapped him across the face.
"what do mean 'you can't have me!?' You already do!"
Connor stared at her dumbfounded as his head rang from the force of her blow. wow. She is stronger. That
actually hurt, a lot.
She pulled herself off him and strode across the room and up the stairs, her arms crossed.
Connor watched her leave, suddenly feeling a chill in the room now that she wasn't holding him.
Quickly he stood and followed her, "dawn, wait!"
******
Buffy watched as Spike, who had been growing increasingly agitated over the past half an hour suddenly
smirked and relaxed back into his chair.
She raised an eyebrow, "why so suddenly cheery?"
He smiled and took a sip of blood from his teacup, "oh, Niblet just gave Jr. a talking to. Heh heh. Bout
time."
Buffy sighed and shook her head, "spike, you are sooo pathetic. And I thought you'd decided Connor was
alright, 'defended your niblet's honor' and all that."
He shrugged, "he's alright but he's still not good enough for bit." He paused, "no son of Peaches could be."
Buffy glared, "I thought we'd had this discussion? No more angel mockery.. at least while Connor is
staying here."
Spike sighed.
Buffy continued, "you know the terms of our agreement." She looked meaningfully at the living room door.
"The couch isn't all that comfy after all."
The vampire sighed again, in defeat. "fine slayer!"
Buffy smiled happily and took a long slurp of her coke.
Spike stood, "I'm going to check on niblet."
Buffy raised a hand, "Stay."
Spike crossed his arms, "I'm not your trained pet vampire you know!"
She just smirked, "leave them, let them make up, don't interfere."
She stood and tossed her empty can in the bin, "and don't look at me like that! She's 18.. you said it
yourself, she's not our little girl anymore. No need to tuck her in at night."
Buffy walked over and wrapped her arms around him, "besides, you're attentions are needed in the other
Miss Summer's bedroom…"
He stopped frowning, "well, if Miss Buffy Summer's requires more urgent need of my services than Miss
Dawn Summers.. …"
******
Dawn ran into her room and slammed the door. She was angry, she wasn't sure exactly why she was so
angry, but she was.. dammit!
She sat down on her bed and hugged her pillow. It was a poor replacement for Connor.
Why did I just explode like that?.. It's not like he said anything really bad…I just feel like I can't control
my feelings anymore..
She rolled over and buried her face in the pillow, feeling tears prick her eyes. She breathed deeply, trying to
control the feeling of sorrow and hopelessness washing over her,
She heard the door open. Then close.
She didn't hear footsteps but she knew who ever it was, they were now standing next to her bed. It could be
Buffy, or Spike or Connor… They were all equally stealthy.
Yeah, Connor probably sent buffy up..
She felt anger boil in her. It was unlike any feeling she'd felt before, normally she didn't get this angry..
and never so quickly. What was wrong with her?
She felt her fists clench at her sides and a hot wave of rage ran through her body, then she rolled over to tell
buffy to fuck off.
It was Connor.
There was a smear of blood from his bottom lip, which she'd cracked when she'd slapped him. For some
reason, the sight of this made her even more angry.
She let out a yell and threw a punch right at his face.
His eyes widened in shock , "Dawn!"
She couldn't make words to reply, she just leapt at him, pushing him back into her wardrobe.
He reached out and grabbed at the sides of the doors, smashing the wood.
Dawn just watched, unable to explain this rage boiling in her. She wanted to hit something, and Connor just
happened to be the one around.
He stood slowly, watching her warily. He took a single step towards her, "dawn? What's wrong?"
At the sound of his voice, she felt herself snap inside and she literally flew through the air aiming a kick at
his head.
He rolled to the side and deflected her blow.
She just glared at him, her breath coming in wild gasps.
He raised his hands and tried to reason with her. "Please Dawn, I'm sorry! Just calm down.."
In response she grabbed his arms and threw him back across her room. He landed neatly on her bed.
However, before he could move or speak she was on top of him, her hands tightening around his neck.
Connor's eyes widened in surprise.
He couldn't breathe.
******
Dawn sat perched atop Connor, her legs straddling him where he lay on her bed.
However, Connor wasn't enjoying himself. Mostly because his girlfriend was trying (and succeeding) to
strangle him.
Her eyes bored into his, tears running down her cheeks. Her hair was messed up and bits of it hung over her
face.
Connor watched the emotions, hatred, anger and pain, flitting over her face, trying to think of a way to calm
her down.
He could have gotten her off him easily enough, but he couldn't risk hurting either her or the baby.
He tried to speak, but found her iron grasp on his neck prevented this.
He watched as her face dimmed and blackness feel across his vision.
Holy shit! She's really going to strangle me!
He had to shock her back into herself. She didn't really want to kill him after all.
Her face was just a light smear in his rapidly fading vision. He could hear her breathing, but it was as
though his ears were blocked.
I have to stop her.
With his last shred of energy, Connor pushed himself up in her grasp and kissed her.
The hands around his throats tightened for a moment, then loosened.
Connor fell back onto the bed and gasped for air, stars dancing across his vision.
He was dimly aware of Dawn sobbing above him.
A minute later he realised her tears where falling onto his face.
He opened his eyes and looked up at her. She looked completely normal again.
"Oh god Connor! I'm so sorry!.. I almost killed you!"
He smiled weakly and coughed, "yes, you did."
She let out a strangled sob and covered her mouth with her hands. "oh god.."
She sat up and made to run off. Connor raised a hand with his lightening speed and caught an arm.
He held her where she was for a moment then pulled her down so she lay on top of him again, and wrapped
his arms around her, holding her there.
She cried into his shirt, her whole body shaking as sobs racked her.
"I'm so sorry Connor! I was just.. so angry! I don't know why.."
Connor, still catching his breath answered softly, "I do. But it's not important right now."
pregnant mood swings and super powers don't mix.. I'll have to be careful not to upset her..
He buried his face in her hair for a moment, inhaling the sweet fruity smell of her shampoo, then, hearing
her crying was still as strong as ever, rolled over so she lay underneath him. He couldn't bare to see her
crying.
Her eyes glanced up at him in shame, she looked away, avoiding his gaze as tears ran from them.
Connor gently kissed her cheeks, wet with her tears, and shh'ed her.
He felt her crying slow. Seeing distraction was working, he kissed her roughly, his mouth pressed hard
against hers as his tongue flicked against her, coaxing her to respond. After a moment she kissed him back,
forgetting for a moment what had just happened, suddenly aware of where they were and the way Connor's
body pressed into her own.
She felt herself growing hot as his tongue entwined with her own, and tried to pull her arms free from
where he held them down.
I have to keep her distracted for a while at least..
He ignored her and deepened their kiss even further, making her moan into his mouth as he kissed her so
hard it almost hurt
She finally managed to pull an arm free of his grasp and twisted her fingers in his hair, holding his face
where it was. She felt his free arm slide under her shirt and rub up and down her side, the rough calluses on
his hands leaving little scratches.
She groaned and raised her knees, spreading her legs in an unconscious reaction to his touch.
She gasped as she felt his arousal pressing into her through his jeans. Connor moaned and faltered in their
kiss, his head falling down to her neck.
The sound of his panting breath was hot against Dawn's skin. She could feel a growing heat in her crotch
and knew that there was no way she would let him leave this bed until he'd filled the aching hole inside
her.
Connor suddenly licked her neck, bringing another gasp from within her. He paused then kissed her soft
neck, his teeth pressing into the flawless skin leaving red marks. Dawn wriggled underneath him, her hips
rising, rubbing him against her. Connor let out another moan, his teeth slipping and drawing a little blood.
Dawn felt her breath coming in gasps, then Connor ground his hips against hers and she had to stifle a
scream. "Oh god Connor…."
She felt dizzy and hot with the feelings Connor's body sent through her where they touched.
Connor's hand slipped up along her side and he began pulling up her shirt.
Dawn raised her arms and let him pull the tight singlet off her.
Connor paused and stared down at her.
Dawn reached up and pulled him back down on to her, her lips meeting his in a kiss that was almost
violent. She accidentally sucked upon the cut in his lip, tasting the metallicy tang of his blood in her mouth.
Her hands slid over his shoulders and towards his waist, tearing at his shirt as she went.
Connor, too giggly with desire to react, let her tear the cotton from his body and was only dimly aware of
throwing it away.
Dawn pulled him down into another kiss, and ground her hips against his. His head reeled at the sheer
power of the feelings her body pulled from him.
He could feel the heat of her through their clothes, and the way his erection rubbed against her when she
moved. Beneath him, dawn let out little noises and held him close against her. He could feel her hardened
nipples through the thin lace of her bra.
He reached up and slid a hand under the bra his probing fingers finding a nipple. Dawn bucked beneath
him. "Oh god.. Connor!…"
She suddenly sat and pushed him up before her. She pulled her bra off, revealing her breasts, which had
grown larger and become more sensitive in the last few weeks. A fact that she hadn't really paid much
attention to, but Connor had certainly noticed.
Connor felt his erection straining at his jeans. He wanted her so badly.
Dawn shoved him onto his back and roughly started undoing his fly.
Connor lay back, to shocked to move. He suddenly became aware of Dawn trying to pull his pants over his
knees, and failing. He lifted his hips and kicked the jeans from the bed.
He reached down and undid dawn's pants, his hands lingering on her butt as he pulled them over her legs.
She sat and let him pull them completely away.
Connor paused, taking in the sight of Dawn, a fully awake Dawn, dressed only in a pair of tiny cotton
panties. Her chest was rising and falling quickly with each ragged breath, and her eyes were clouded over
with lust.
Connor felt his arousal straining at his boxers. There was no way he'd be able to stop himself now.
Dawn pulled herself on his lap, her arms around his neck, her breasts pushed against his bare chest, her hot
wet core rubbing against his erection threw her panties.
She looked deep into his eyes and pleaded, "connor…please… I need you."
That was the final straw for Connor, he pushed her back into the bed, his hand grabbing her panties and
ripping them from her body. Dawn raised her legs at his sides and gasped as he rubbed into her through the
silk of his boxers. Connor groaned and gently pressed against her. Dawn gasped louder, then raised her
head, looking down at him, "Connor…no more playing.."
She rubbed against him to prove her point.
Connor pulled his boxers off and settled back above her.
Dawn sighed and pulled him into her arms, her lips, wet and parted slightly masking a groan as he nudged
at her entrance. "Oh god connor.."
Connor clenched his teeth as he felt her warm surround the head of his penis, she was so warm. He couldn't
think of any words to describe what he was feeling, so he just murmered dawn's name in her ear
Beneath him Dawn let out a feeble cry.
He paused, forcing himself to wait, and then slowly entered her fully. As she closed around him, he let out
a moan and kissed her passionately. "oh god dawn.. you feel so good…"
She moaned beneath him, only dimly aware of his words as he moved within her, filling the ache.
He ground against her and she bucked underneath him as he rubbed against her clit.
She'd never felt anything like this, except in that dream… but this was even better.. if that was possible.
She felt the heat of Connor's body as he pressed down on top of her and began thrusting inside her, slowly
and deeply.
The feeling was unbearable, she wanted him too badly to take things slowly, "Connor.. deeper.. please.."
He answered by thrusting into her quickly she stifled a scream and her back twisted underneath her. Connor
just groaned into her shoulder, not believing how amazing she felt.
He pumped into her quicker and deeper as he felt her breath quickening and her moans were replaced by
little yelps.
He could feel himself beginning to come, and beneath him Dawn's body twisted, pressing up against him
and she gasped and panted. Suddenly she froze, her eyes wide, but blind with ecstasy , little tears running
down the side of her face.
Connor let out a weak yell as she clamped down around him, her muscles pumping against him, bringing
him to his orgasm. He collapsed onto her, his body shaking.
Beneath him, Dawn panted and held him so tightly he thought she might never let him go..
After he'd caught his breath, he rolled off her and pulled her into his embrace.
Dawn just stared at him with wide eyes, amazed by the feelings she'd just felt, and completely exhausted.
"Connor…"
He smiled softly and kissed her, "you don't have to say anything."
Dawn nestled into him and pulled her doona up over them.
*****
AN: there.. thought I should make up for the distinct lack of citrus fruits in the last few chapters…
Next chapter..PLOT! (OH MY GOD!!)
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