Chapter Thirteen
Dawn sat outside in the courtyard. She rolled her shoulder experimentally and was pleased to find it hardly hurt at all. She lay on her back in the middle of the courtyard and looked up at the stars. She smiled when Spike came into her field of vision. He lay down beside her. She loved that he didn't question it when she did weird things like this. He usually just joined her.
"Whatcha up to, Niblet?" He finally asked.
"Just watching the stars." She said.
"Long as they don't start singing to you." Spike said.
"Dru used to talk to the stars didn't she?" Dawn asked.
"Dru thought the bloody stars sang to her. She actually named them, went and called them all the same name though. Went on for ages bout that one she did." Spike said.
Dawn giggled and then grew more serious. "Do you ever wish she'd come back to you?"
Before Dawn could take a breath, Spike was on top of her, holding his weight off her with his arms. He nibbled at her lips until she was breathless and panting. He stopped kissing her and looked into her eyes. He wondered briefly if anyone had ever had eyes like his Dawn. And when in the bloody hell had he started to refer to her as his. He took a deep breath of her. She was his. There was no mistake about that.
"If I wanted to be with Dru I'd be running cross half of Europe after her. I'm a persistent man, even when it's bloody stupid to be so. I'm right where I want to be. Never doubt that, Dawn."
Spike pulled her into his arms. He closed her eyes and breathed in the scent of her. He loved the way his body took on her heat that invariably led to him wondering if his body leeching the heat off hers made her cold. He took his jacket off and wrapped her in it. "Cold?"
She shook her head. "When this is all over can we run away together, for real? You are staying right?"
He kissed the top of her head. "I'm staying always, Niblet. I'm not real good at the leaving part."
"So can we? Runaway I mean." She asked still looking up at the stars.
He smiled. "Yeah, we can go anywhere you want when this is over."
"I want to go everywhere. This is the farthest I've ever been away from Sunnydale, I mean really. The family vacations I remember, I didn't actually go. Can we go to Venice? I heard that the buildings are sinking and one day it won't be there. It'll be like Atlantis or something." Dawn said.
"I'll take you to Venice and I'm betting it'll still be there hundreds of years from now. We can go all over Italy if you want. We'll see the Sistine Chapel and Rome." Spike whispered in her ear.
"Can I go stick my hand in that mouth thingy like she did in Roman Holiday?" Dawn asked.
Spike chuckled. "You can, but don't blame me if it gets bit off."
"So it's true?"
He shrugged. "Don't know but most myths have some truth to them. After Rome I'll take you Paris and then Spain, maybe China."
"I want us to go somewhere you've never been so we can discover it together." Dawn said.
"We could go to Australia. I've never been there or Morocco."
"I don't know. I want to see the kangaroos and koalas but Morocco always looks so exotic and pretty on TV."
"I'll take you both places. We'll travel all over the world, just you and me, Niblet." Spike said.
"Spike, I don't know if I've ever told you this, but I love you. If something happens, I want you to know that." Dawn said. Fear shook her voice and rolled off her in waves.
Spike shut his eyes against it and ceased breathing. He couldn't stand to smell the fear coming off her, knowing she didn't want to die. He could feel her shiver in his arms and he knew it was because of her fear, not cold. He squeezed her tight and held her, wrapped around her. "She'll have to kill me before she gets to you. I'll protect you 'til the end of the world, Niblet. I love you, Dawn."
He could taste her pain and her fear. At one time it would have excited him now it became his pain and his fear. It had been so long since he'd felt real pain and real fear like this, it nearly drove him to tears. They held onto each other, each the other's last thread but the only one that counted.
Dawn took a deep, shuddering breath. She almost didn't hear it was such tiny, distant sound. She cocked her head and listened. There it was again.
"Spike, do you hear that?" She asked.
"Yah, sounds like a kitten." He said without any real interest.
Dawn got her feet and looked around. She poked under some benches and bushes.
"It's not actually in the courtyard, Niblet. It's somewhere out near the street." Spike said.
Dawn started toward the courtyard entrance. Spike's hand on her arm stopped her. "Niblet, you can't go out there."
"I can't leave a kitten out there either." Dawn said.
"Platelet, you've got a sorceress bitch after you. Did you consider there might not be a bleedin kitten? It could be the bitch lady waitin to grab you." Spike said.
Dawn pouted. Spike bit off a curse. She was not going to get him that easily.
"No, Dawn. I'm not letting you go."
She looked up at him and he swore her lower lip trembled. Her eyes filled with tears as he watched.
"Oh bloody soddin Hell, I'll go get the thing but if I get staked it's your bloody fault." Spike grumbled and cursed as he walked out of the courtyard. He returned in a few moments with a bundle of black fur no bigger then the palm of his hand. Dawn was smiling from ear to ear, all evidence of tears or trembling lips completely gone. He scratched the tiny thing behind its ears and handed it over to Dawn.
Dawn clapped her hands and took the bundle of fur. It was a very small black kitten with just a patch of white on its chest. Dawn held it up to her face and looked into the kitten's eyes. "Can I keep her?" She asked looking up at him with those little girl eyes.
Spike shook his head and grinned. "Sure, besides if it pisses in the hotel the Big Pouf will have a field day. Always a good time in my book."
Dawn carried the cat in the hotel kitchen. She got out a bowl and poured milk into it. She sat the bowl and the tiny kitten on the countertop. "What's your name little girl?" She said scratching the kitten's ears as it drank the milk.
Dawn cocked her head to the side. "Eowyn," she proclaimed.
"Bloody hell, if you tell me the cat told you that I'm goin to sign us both up for the loony bin." Spike grumbled.
"No, I came up with it, why both of us?" Dawn asked.
Spike wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, nuzzling her neck. "Because Platelet, I'm not going to live without you."
Dawn grinned and tangled her fingers in Spike's hair. She gasped and arched into him as he nipped at her neck. He scooped her up in his arms and started to carry her out of the kitchen.
"Wait! Eowyn," Dawn said.
Spike grumbled and stopped kissing her long enough to grab the cat and deposit it on Dawn's stomach then he turned his attention to Dawn's mouth. The cat looked around bewildered from its perch as Spike carried them both upstairs.
Once in the bedroom, the cat was forgotten. Spike and Dawn fell on the bed together, never breaking contact. Dawn wrapped her arms around him. If his skin wasn't touching hers she couldn't breathe. He nipped at the long white column of her neck. She arched up into him. He growled deep in his throat and she felt his face shift against her skin. Somehow it was intensely erotic. She made a mewling noise. She knew what she wanted, she was afraid to ask for it. His fangs nicked her skin and every nerve ending she had exploded. She moaned louder.
"Oh, God, please Spike."
He did it without thinking. He sank his fangs into her skin like butter. She gasped, momentarily stunned and then relaxed surrendering to the ecstasy of it. He didn't take much. She let out a harsh, jagged sob when his fangs retracted. He licked gently at the bite, almost an apology.
"Jesus, Dawn, I'm sorry." He refused to meet her eyes.
She cupped his face with her hand and forced him to look at her. She smiled. "I'm not. It's what I wanted. I just didn't know how to ask."
"Oh, you knew how to ask, Niblet, believe me." He groaned.
She grinned and gave him those eyes, the ones that he'd walk over a river of lava for. "So are you gonna leave me here all want-y and needy?"
A wicked little grin spread across his face. "Course not."
*
Spike snuffled his nose into the nape of Dawn's neck. Dawn giggled. "That tickles."
Spike ran his fingertips whisper light across her bite mark. He dipped his head and tenderly kissed it. "I really am sorry, Dawn. I got carried away, happened before I realized it."
A smile spread across Dawn's face. "It's okay, really. I liked it. I didn't realize it was so...sexy. Do all vampire bites feel that way, 'cause I'm thinking if you got a good PR manager they'd line up for it?"
Spike chuckled. "Depends on the bite, the vamps intent. They can make it feel like Heaven or hurt like Hell."
"Mmm, you definitely went for the Heaven feeling one." Dawn purred. Eowyn, the kitten was snuggled up against Dawn's stomach and Dawn was snuggled up against Spike. Dawn sighed contently and closed her eyes. They snapped open again as a confused look crossed her face. "How could you bite me anyway? Did the chip know you didn't want to hurt me?"
Spike was quiet a moment, not even breathing habitually as he usually did. Finally he spoke. "Bloody chip hasn't worked for six months, at least. But don't go telling Buffy that. She'd stake me in an instant especially after she sees your neck."
Dawn turned on her back so she could look at him. "Really? So you could go all grrr and bite anybody you wanted to?"
Spike grumbled "Theoretically, yeah."
Dawn grinned. "I was right, you are growing a soul."
"No I bloody well am not. I just-I didn't figure you'd appreciate me eating your friends and your sis." Spike grumbled trying to save face.
Dawn kissed him lightly on the lips. "Don't worry I won't tell anyone the Big Bad has gone soft."
"I have not bloody well gone soft." Spike argued.
"Huh uh, you could bite me again and prove it." Dawn smiled at him mischievously and pulled her hair back, exposing her neck.
Spike gulped. It was tempting. He wouldn't want to kill her, just drink her down like a cool glass of lemonade. He didn't even want to turn her. He liked the warmth of her skin, the rush of her blood, the pound of her heartbeat when she was in his arms. She was perfectly human and that exactly the way he wanted her. He dipped his head and ran his tongue up her neck to her ear. He breathed out, tickling her ear. Dawn giggled. They were interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Good God, are you two actually going to get out of bed sometime today?" Buffy's voice came from the other side.
"Jealous Slayer?" Spike called from the bed.
There was no response. Spike grumbled. "Bloody hell, I guess we better go see what she wants. And put on something that covers up your neck. I don't fancy a slaying tonight."
Dawn and Spike walked down the stairs a few minutes later. Dawn was wearing a red mandarin collar shirt that covered the bite mark and carrying Eowyn. Buffy melted at the sight of the little kitten.
"Awww, she's adorable." Buffy cooed.
"Where did she come from?" Angel asked, glaring at Spike.
"I heard her and Spike went to get her for me." Dawn said.
"I don't want a cat in the hotel." Angel said.
"She's a lost little stray. You can't send her back out there." Dawn said.
"It was in the middle of the bleedin road. I'm surprised I got to it before it became road kill." Spike said.
Angel watched how Buffy was ooing and awing over the cat. He grumbled but he let the issue drop.
"So what's up? I mean why did you come knocking on our door?" Dawn asked.
Buffy rolled her eyes. "I thought you might want to train, show me some of those key powers. It's not like there's anyone trying to kidnap you and cut you into parts or anything."
"Really? You're going to train with me?" Dawn asked gleefully. She never thought Buffy would be accepting enough to actually help her.
"Sure, but when we work on the shield thing, you toss Spike across the room, not me." Buffy said.
"Oh bloody hell, I've been tossed across the room often enough. I think the Ponce over there ought to have the chance to experience it." Spike grumbled.
"I've got paperwork to do." Angel said and retreated to his office.
Spike grumbled. "Bloody hell, why do I get to be the one that gets electrocuted?"
"So, go put your workout clothes on, Dawnie." Buffy urged.
Dawn bit her lip and looked at Spike. "I'm okay in these, really."
"Dawn, don't be ridiculous. That shirt is silk if you sweat in it it's going to ruin. Go put your workout clothes and quite wasting time." Buffy said.
"I don't wanna." Dawn glanced at Spike for some help. Spike shrugged.
Buffy glanced between the two. She arched an eyebrow darted over to Dawn. She pulled back the collar of her shirt before Dawn could stop her. There was no way to hide the two red, raw puncture wounds there. Dawn cocked her chin out defiantly.
Buffy was frozen with rage. When she did move she slammed a fist into Spike's jaw that knocked him down and sent him flying across the room.
"Stop it!" Dawn screamed.
Buffy advanced on Spike like a panther. She kicked him in the mid section and sent him flying against the wall. Dawn screamed again.
"Bloody hell, Slayer, you could at least listen to her. It's not like I tried to kill her." Spike said backing up. He didn't want to have this fight with Buffy, not here and not now but she wasn't giving him much of a choice. He blocked her roundhouse and flipped her on her back. Buffy kicked up to her feet and caught Spike with a jab to the kidneys. He barely blocked a right hook before it caught him in the eye. He pushed her back hard.
"Faruss!" Dawn yelled at the top of her lungs.
Buffy and Spike both flew back against opposite walls. Dawn stood in the center of the room glaring. "Now can we talk about this like mature adults?" Dawn asked.
Buffy rubbed the back of her head and slowly got to her feet. Angel emerged from his office to see what was going on. Spike sat down on the couch. His lip was split from one of the punches Buffy had landed.
"What is going on in here?" Angel asked.
"Spike bit Dawn." Buffy said.
"Spike?" Angel turned to Spike.
Spike growled. "Oh bloody hell, it wasn't that kind of bite. Slayer, you don't want to go here, trust me."
"Is that a threat, Spike? Are you going to bite me?" Buffy bowed up.
"He bit me while we having sex, Buffy. Is that what you wanted to know?" Dawn asked crossing her arms over her chest.
Buffy blushed. "Oh God, you let him-he-Dawn! He's a vampire. He could have taken it all."
"No, I couldn't. I would kill Dawn anymore then Peaches there would kill you." Spike said. "I'd sooner kill myself."
"Buffy, it's-biting is a very-sexual thing to a vampire." Angel stammered and tried to explain without making an embarrassing situation more so.
"The only time you ever bit me was when you dying and I had to make you." Buffy whirled to face Angel.
Angel looked down at his hands. "But I wanted to. If there had been more then that night, I would have eventually. It's not about feeding, it's part of who we are. God I'm comparing myself to Spike. Where's a spare stake when you need it?"
"Bloody right," Spike grumbled. "I'm nothing like Peaches there, thank God."
"You've got that right." Buffy snapped.
Dawn stood between Spike's legs. She lightly kissed his lip. She knew it would be healed within hours but she still hated that it was there and that she had indirectly been the cause of it. She ran her fingers through his hair. "Are you okay?" She whispered.
He wrapped his arms around her and rested his cheek on her stomach. "Am now."
"Sorry about the throwing you across the room thingy. I just wanted her to stop hitting you." Dawn said.
Spike chuckled. "S'okay."
Buffy growled. "Okay, if you love birds are through with the kissy kissy we could go train and your still the electrocution dummy, Spike."
Dawn sat outside in the courtyard. She rolled her shoulder experimentally and was pleased to find it hardly hurt at all. She lay on her back in the middle of the courtyard and looked up at the stars. She smiled when Spike came into her field of vision. He lay down beside her. She loved that he didn't question it when she did weird things like this. He usually just joined her.
"Whatcha up to, Niblet?" He finally asked.
"Just watching the stars." She said.
"Long as they don't start singing to you." Spike said.
"Dru used to talk to the stars didn't she?" Dawn asked.
"Dru thought the bloody stars sang to her. She actually named them, went and called them all the same name though. Went on for ages bout that one she did." Spike said.
Dawn giggled and then grew more serious. "Do you ever wish she'd come back to you?"
Before Dawn could take a breath, Spike was on top of her, holding his weight off her with his arms. He nibbled at her lips until she was breathless and panting. He stopped kissing her and looked into her eyes. He wondered briefly if anyone had ever had eyes like his Dawn. And when in the bloody hell had he started to refer to her as his. He took a deep breath of her. She was his. There was no mistake about that.
"If I wanted to be with Dru I'd be running cross half of Europe after her. I'm a persistent man, even when it's bloody stupid to be so. I'm right where I want to be. Never doubt that, Dawn."
Spike pulled her into his arms. He closed her eyes and breathed in the scent of her. He loved the way his body took on her heat that invariably led to him wondering if his body leeching the heat off hers made her cold. He took his jacket off and wrapped her in it. "Cold?"
She shook her head. "When this is all over can we run away together, for real? You are staying right?"
He kissed the top of her head. "I'm staying always, Niblet. I'm not real good at the leaving part."
"So can we? Runaway I mean." She asked still looking up at the stars.
He smiled. "Yeah, we can go anywhere you want when this is over."
"I want to go everywhere. This is the farthest I've ever been away from Sunnydale, I mean really. The family vacations I remember, I didn't actually go. Can we go to Venice? I heard that the buildings are sinking and one day it won't be there. It'll be like Atlantis or something." Dawn said.
"I'll take you to Venice and I'm betting it'll still be there hundreds of years from now. We can go all over Italy if you want. We'll see the Sistine Chapel and Rome." Spike whispered in her ear.
"Can I go stick my hand in that mouth thingy like she did in Roman Holiday?" Dawn asked.
Spike chuckled. "You can, but don't blame me if it gets bit off."
"So it's true?"
He shrugged. "Don't know but most myths have some truth to them. After Rome I'll take you Paris and then Spain, maybe China."
"I want us to go somewhere you've never been so we can discover it together." Dawn said.
"We could go to Australia. I've never been there or Morocco."
"I don't know. I want to see the kangaroos and koalas but Morocco always looks so exotic and pretty on TV."
"I'll take you both places. We'll travel all over the world, just you and me, Niblet." Spike said.
"Spike, I don't know if I've ever told you this, but I love you. If something happens, I want you to know that." Dawn said. Fear shook her voice and rolled off her in waves.
Spike shut his eyes against it and ceased breathing. He couldn't stand to smell the fear coming off her, knowing she didn't want to die. He could feel her shiver in his arms and he knew it was because of her fear, not cold. He squeezed her tight and held her, wrapped around her. "She'll have to kill me before she gets to you. I'll protect you 'til the end of the world, Niblet. I love you, Dawn."
He could taste her pain and her fear. At one time it would have excited him now it became his pain and his fear. It had been so long since he'd felt real pain and real fear like this, it nearly drove him to tears. They held onto each other, each the other's last thread but the only one that counted.
Dawn took a deep, shuddering breath. She almost didn't hear it was such tiny, distant sound. She cocked her head and listened. There it was again.
"Spike, do you hear that?" She asked.
"Yah, sounds like a kitten." He said without any real interest.
Dawn got her feet and looked around. She poked under some benches and bushes.
"It's not actually in the courtyard, Niblet. It's somewhere out near the street." Spike said.
Dawn started toward the courtyard entrance. Spike's hand on her arm stopped her. "Niblet, you can't go out there."
"I can't leave a kitten out there either." Dawn said.
"Platelet, you've got a sorceress bitch after you. Did you consider there might not be a bleedin kitten? It could be the bitch lady waitin to grab you." Spike said.
Dawn pouted. Spike bit off a curse. She was not going to get him that easily.
"No, Dawn. I'm not letting you go."
She looked up at him and he swore her lower lip trembled. Her eyes filled with tears as he watched.
"Oh bloody soddin Hell, I'll go get the thing but if I get staked it's your bloody fault." Spike grumbled and cursed as he walked out of the courtyard. He returned in a few moments with a bundle of black fur no bigger then the palm of his hand. Dawn was smiling from ear to ear, all evidence of tears or trembling lips completely gone. He scratched the tiny thing behind its ears and handed it over to Dawn.
Dawn clapped her hands and took the bundle of fur. It was a very small black kitten with just a patch of white on its chest. Dawn held it up to her face and looked into the kitten's eyes. "Can I keep her?" She asked looking up at him with those little girl eyes.
Spike shook his head and grinned. "Sure, besides if it pisses in the hotel the Big Pouf will have a field day. Always a good time in my book."
Dawn carried the cat in the hotel kitchen. She got out a bowl and poured milk into it. She sat the bowl and the tiny kitten on the countertop. "What's your name little girl?" She said scratching the kitten's ears as it drank the milk.
Dawn cocked her head to the side. "Eowyn," she proclaimed.
"Bloody hell, if you tell me the cat told you that I'm goin to sign us both up for the loony bin." Spike grumbled.
"No, I came up with it, why both of us?" Dawn asked.
Spike wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, nuzzling her neck. "Because Platelet, I'm not going to live without you."
Dawn grinned and tangled her fingers in Spike's hair. She gasped and arched into him as he nipped at her neck. He scooped her up in his arms and started to carry her out of the kitchen.
"Wait! Eowyn," Dawn said.
Spike grumbled and stopped kissing her long enough to grab the cat and deposit it on Dawn's stomach then he turned his attention to Dawn's mouth. The cat looked around bewildered from its perch as Spike carried them both upstairs.
Once in the bedroom, the cat was forgotten. Spike and Dawn fell on the bed together, never breaking contact. Dawn wrapped her arms around him. If his skin wasn't touching hers she couldn't breathe. He nipped at the long white column of her neck. She arched up into him. He growled deep in his throat and she felt his face shift against her skin. Somehow it was intensely erotic. She made a mewling noise. She knew what she wanted, she was afraid to ask for it. His fangs nicked her skin and every nerve ending she had exploded. She moaned louder.
"Oh, God, please Spike."
He did it without thinking. He sank his fangs into her skin like butter. She gasped, momentarily stunned and then relaxed surrendering to the ecstasy of it. He didn't take much. She let out a harsh, jagged sob when his fangs retracted. He licked gently at the bite, almost an apology.
"Jesus, Dawn, I'm sorry." He refused to meet her eyes.
She cupped his face with her hand and forced him to look at her. She smiled. "I'm not. It's what I wanted. I just didn't know how to ask."
"Oh, you knew how to ask, Niblet, believe me." He groaned.
She grinned and gave him those eyes, the ones that he'd walk over a river of lava for. "So are you gonna leave me here all want-y and needy?"
A wicked little grin spread across his face. "Course not."
*
Spike snuffled his nose into the nape of Dawn's neck. Dawn giggled. "That tickles."
Spike ran his fingertips whisper light across her bite mark. He dipped his head and tenderly kissed it. "I really am sorry, Dawn. I got carried away, happened before I realized it."
A smile spread across Dawn's face. "It's okay, really. I liked it. I didn't realize it was so...sexy. Do all vampire bites feel that way, 'cause I'm thinking if you got a good PR manager they'd line up for it?"
Spike chuckled. "Depends on the bite, the vamps intent. They can make it feel like Heaven or hurt like Hell."
"Mmm, you definitely went for the Heaven feeling one." Dawn purred. Eowyn, the kitten was snuggled up against Dawn's stomach and Dawn was snuggled up against Spike. Dawn sighed contently and closed her eyes. They snapped open again as a confused look crossed her face. "How could you bite me anyway? Did the chip know you didn't want to hurt me?"
Spike was quiet a moment, not even breathing habitually as he usually did. Finally he spoke. "Bloody chip hasn't worked for six months, at least. But don't go telling Buffy that. She'd stake me in an instant especially after she sees your neck."
Dawn turned on her back so she could look at him. "Really? So you could go all grrr and bite anybody you wanted to?"
Spike grumbled "Theoretically, yeah."
Dawn grinned. "I was right, you are growing a soul."
"No I bloody well am not. I just-I didn't figure you'd appreciate me eating your friends and your sis." Spike grumbled trying to save face.
Dawn kissed him lightly on the lips. "Don't worry I won't tell anyone the Big Bad has gone soft."
"I have not bloody well gone soft." Spike argued.
"Huh uh, you could bite me again and prove it." Dawn smiled at him mischievously and pulled her hair back, exposing her neck.
Spike gulped. It was tempting. He wouldn't want to kill her, just drink her down like a cool glass of lemonade. He didn't even want to turn her. He liked the warmth of her skin, the rush of her blood, the pound of her heartbeat when she was in his arms. She was perfectly human and that exactly the way he wanted her. He dipped his head and ran his tongue up her neck to her ear. He breathed out, tickling her ear. Dawn giggled. They were interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Good God, are you two actually going to get out of bed sometime today?" Buffy's voice came from the other side.
"Jealous Slayer?" Spike called from the bed.
There was no response. Spike grumbled. "Bloody hell, I guess we better go see what she wants. And put on something that covers up your neck. I don't fancy a slaying tonight."
Dawn and Spike walked down the stairs a few minutes later. Dawn was wearing a red mandarin collar shirt that covered the bite mark and carrying Eowyn. Buffy melted at the sight of the little kitten.
"Awww, she's adorable." Buffy cooed.
"Where did she come from?" Angel asked, glaring at Spike.
"I heard her and Spike went to get her for me." Dawn said.
"I don't want a cat in the hotel." Angel said.
"She's a lost little stray. You can't send her back out there." Dawn said.
"It was in the middle of the bleedin road. I'm surprised I got to it before it became road kill." Spike said.
Angel watched how Buffy was ooing and awing over the cat. He grumbled but he let the issue drop.
"So what's up? I mean why did you come knocking on our door?" Dawn asked.
Buffy rolled her eyes. "I thought you might want to train, show me some of those key powers. It's not like there's anyone trying to kidnap you and cut you into parts or anything."
"Really? You're going to train with me?" Dawn asked gleefully. She never thought Buffy would be accepting enough to actually help her.
"Sure, but when we work on the shield thing, you toss Spike across the room, not me." Buffy said.
"Oh bloody hell, I've been tossed across the room often enough. I think the Ponce over there ought to have the chance to experience it." Spike grumbled.
"I've got paperwork to do." Angel said and retreated to his office.
Spike grumbled. "Bloody hell, why do I get to be the one that gets electrocuted?"
"So, go put your workout clothes on, Dawnie." Buffy urged.
Dawn bit her lip and looked at Spike. "I'm okay in these, really."
"Dawn, don't be ridiculous. That shirt is silk if you sweat in it it's going to ruin. Go put your workout clothes and quite wasting time." Buffy said.
"I don't wanna." Dawn glanced at Spike for some help. Spike shrugged.
Buffy glanced between the two. She arched an eyebrow darted over to Dawn. She pulled back the collar of her shirt before Dawn could stop her. There was no way to hide the two red, raw puncture wounds there. Dawn cocked her chin out defiantly.
Buffy was frozen with rage. When she did move she slammed a fist into Spike's jaw that knocked him down and sent him flying across the room.
"Stop it!" Dawn screamed.
Buffy advanced on Spike like a panther. She kicked him in the mid section and sent him flying against the wall. Dawn screamed again.
"Bloody hell, Slayer, you could at least listen to her. It's not like I tried to kill her." Spike said backing up. He didn't want to have this fight with Buffy, not here and not now but she wasn't giving him much of a choice. He blocked her roundhouse and flipped her on her back. Buffy kicked up to her feet and caught Spike with a jab to the kidneys. He barely blocked a right hook before it caught him in the eye. He pushed her back hard.
"Faruss!" Dawn yelled at the top of her lungs.
Buffy and Spike both flew back against opposite walls. Dawn stood in the center of the room glaring. "Now can we talk about this like mature adults?" Dawn asked.
Buffy rubbed the back of her head and slowly got to her feet. Angel emerged from his office to see what was going on. Spike sat down on the couch. His lip was split from one of the punches Buffy had landed.
"What is going on in here?" Angel asked.
"Spike bit Dawn." Buffy said.
"Spike?" Angel turned to Spike.
Spike growled. "Oh bloody hell, it wasn't that kind of bite. Slayer, you don't want to go here, trust me."
"Is that a threat, Spike? Are you going to bite me?" Buffy bowed up.
"He bit me while we having sex, Buffy. Is that what you wanted to know?" Dawn asked crossing her arms over her chest.
Buffy blushed. "Oh God, you let him-he-Dawn! He's a vampire. He could have taken it all."
"No, I couldn't. I would kill Dawn anymore then Peaches there would kill you." Spike said. "I'd sooner kill myself."
"Buffy, it's-biting is a very-sexual thing to a vampire." Angel stammered and tried to explain without making an embarrassing situation more so.
"The only time you ever bit me was when you dying and I had to make you." Buffy whirled to face Angel.
Angel looked down at his hands. "But I wanted to. If there had been more then that night, I would have eventually. It's not about feeding, it's part of who we are. God I'm comparing myself to Spike. Where's a spare stake when you need it?"
"Bloody right," Spike grumbled. "I'm nothing like Peaches there, thank God."
"You've got that right." Buffy snapped.
Dawn stood between Spike's legs. She lightly kissed his lip. She knew it would be healed within hours but she still hated that it was there and that she had indirectly been the cause of it. She ran her fingers through his hair. "Are you okay?" She whispered.
He wrapped his arms around her and rested his cheek on her stomach. "Am now."
"Sorry about the throwing you across the room thingy. I just wanted her to stop hitting you." Dawn said.
Spike chuckled. "S'okay."
Buffy growled. "Okay, if you love birds are through with the kissy kissy we could go train and your still the electrocution dummy, Spike."