Dawn sleepily traipsed to her room, a wide yawn escaping her lips as she reached her destination. She inhaled deeply as a wave of contented exhaustion hit her and she shut the door, deciding to take her makeup off tomorrow…Right now, sleep sounded nice.
She quickly undressed and put on a spaghetti strap tee with a large duck in the middle and threw on some loose pajama pants that had the same duck pattern printed all over. Quack…her weary mind giggled, highly amused. She sighed and pulled her hair into a loose ponytail then crawled into bed and pulled the covers to her chin, quickly drifting off into a peaceful sleep…
Dawn attempted to scream, but a cool hand was clamped over her mouth as someone shook her awake. Panic washed over her and she began to thrash violently, attempting to fend off her attacker.
"Now, now…none of that, honey. Though I can't say I'm not enjoying it…" Dawn's struggles immediately ceased though her eyes remained wide and her breathing heavy. He released her mouth and she sat up gasping, still recovering from her fright.
"Spike?! What are you-? You scared me!"
He was straddling her, and sitting up had brought her very close to his face…to his lips. She quickly scooted back, attempting to wriggle out from under him, a task that proved to be quite difficult when she took into consideration the powerful thighs holding her down. He merely watched her, pleased, lust shining out of his eyes.
"Spike, get- off!" she huffed.
He complied, his eyes never leaving hers as he slid off his coat and sat beside her, removing her scrunchie and entangling his fingers in her hair, using this to pull her in for a deep kiss. A part of her was still surprised every time he did this. Surprised that he wanted to do this. And the other part, well…that part was too busy enjoying it to think much at all.
Mmm…Spike lips, lips of Spike… she thought happily. She felt his tongue brush her lips and inhaled sharply, allowing him entrance. Her stomach tightened as his tongue probed deeper, bringing to life the desire deep within her. His movements were slow and gentle, but nonetheless, when she felt his hand at the hem of her shirt, toying with her waistband, she pulled back.
"Spike!" she whispered uneasily. "No! Buffy! And Willow and Tara…"
"They're all asleep, pet, no need to fret…" The moonlight shone on his features, illuminating them, his pale flesh eerily luminous in the dark of the room. A sensual danger radiated from him; the dark depths of his eyes full of promise…promise of pleasure, promise of sweet pain…things she could barely begin to imagine. She shook herself out of a daze. He was staring at her.
"But- they can wake up!" she babbled, realizing he was waiting for her consent. "And they can come in.. And that would be really…really- of the bad…"
"Alright then, I'll go…" He turned nonchalantly towards the window.
"No!" She sounded panicked, having no idea how hard he was fighting the urge to turn around, tackle her onto the bed, and have his way with her.
"But you said-" He pretended to be confused while trying to hide his grin.
"Stay! I mean…" She puzzled over what she wanted. "Let me come with you!"
"Come? With me?" This was clearly not what he had expected. "And have a big pile of dust waiting for you the next time you come to see me?"
"Please?" she begged, a faint hint of desperation in her voice. "I so don't wanna stay here, and…it would be cool! I've never gone out at, like, two…C'mon! We'd have fun!"
He raised an eyebrow at her insistent pleas.
"I'll make it up to you. Please, Spike?"
At this, his eyebrow shot up even further and his tongue curled up under his teeth, an evil glint in his eye. "Right, then…in that case…"
He grabbed her hand slowly and entwined his fingers with hers, pulling her towards the window. They were halfway out when the implication of what she'd said hit her.
"I, uh, didn't mean that," she told him firmly.
"Mmm?"
"When I said that I'd-" She paused.
He quickly slipped though the window and she followed behind, her explanations lost as quickly as if they'd been swept up by the soft breeze that tugged gently on the strands of her hair. He walked along the roof that protruded from under her window until he reached the edge and silently jumped down, landing noiselessly. Dawn paused in silent admiration. Damn, he is soo sexy... Then she too came to the edge and looked over uncertainly. The ground loomed below her.
She vainly reached out for a tree limb, and then looked down again. He was gone. She couldn't even see him until he moved to the side, the glow of a streetlight silhouetting his form. "How'd you do that?" she whispered loudly.
"Vampire, luv. Creature of the night and all…"
"Well, stop being all…blendy, and help me! And don't talk so loud!" She sat on the edge of the roof, her legs dangling over the side.
He paid her no heed and asked, "Why don't you use some of that big Wicca magic and get yourself down from there?" An amused smile crossed his features.
"Fine," she muttered inaudibly. "I'll just jump and kill myself…"
"Oh, come on, bint, I'll catch you."
Dawn frowned. Damn that vampire hearing! "How do I know you wont drop me?" she asked doubtfully, forgetting to whisper.
"You're too pretty to drop…"
Her cheeks flushed. She chose to ignore the compliment and continued on, "If you do- I'll give you…boils or something."
"You wouldn't."
"Would too…If I bruise my ass on the ground."
"I'll kiss it better."
She flushed again.
"Now c'mon, pet, at the rate you're going, it'll be daylight soon 'n there'll be nothin' left to catch you but a big pile of dust."
"I'm coming…" she sighed, not making any effort to hurry.
"Big. Pile. Of. Dust," he voiced his recurring threat yet again.
"Co- ming," she retorted, imitating his fashion of speaking. She closed her eyes and slid off the roof giving a small gasp and shriek as she fell.
Almost instantly, she felt strong arms around her midsection and she was pressed against a very hard, cool chest, her feet dangling uselessly. She opened her eyes and looked down into Spike's impossibly blue ones. He stared at her for a moment, then put her down slowly, deliberately sliding her down his chest, clinging to her tightly.
She bit her lip at the feel of his hands on her hips, caressing her back as the tee rode up, her stomach pressed against the fabric of his t-shirt. After what seemed like an eternity of holding her breath, she felt her feet touch the ground.
"Spike…" she mouthed, silent, speech lost to her as her eyes bored into his. He gave her a knowing smirk and ran his knuckles down her arm. "C'mon, luv," he purred as he started across the lawn. Numbly, she followed.
"So, just how long are we-" he stopped as a sidelong glance at her provided evidence of a miniscule shiver. "Cold?"
"A little."
He masked his immediate concern with sarcasm. "Well, who exactly advised you to go walkin' around at all hours in December wearing nothing but…duck pajamas?"
Truth be told, he liked them…velvet clinging to every curve, a white t-shirt emphasizing the fullness of her breasts…
"Well, it's not like you gave me time to change…" she muttered, wrapping her arms around herself.
He sighed and slipped off his black leather coat, rolling his eyes as he did so. He wrapped it around her shoulders somewhat reluctantly, trying to get one last peek at her form, and waited while she put her hands through the sleeves.
The hem of the coat nearly touched the floor and she closed her eyes, sighing in bliss.
"Warm…" she murmured.
"Yeah?"
"Hmmm…"
He grabbed her hand and pulled her close, wrapping his arm around her waist as she leaned on him. Unthinkingly, she curled her fingers into his black tee, giving a contented mewl. He hooked his free thumb through his belt loop as they walked on.
The feel of her fingers tickling his chest, the thought of her wrapped in his coat, her scent, the thought of what she looked like under the coat…it was nearly too much, and he began to feel the familiar stirrings in his groin.
"Spike?" she asked, stifling a yawn. "Where are we going?"
He was leading her along the dark streets, not really paying attention to where they were headed. "Well, I was gonna get a drink, but if you-"
"No, we can go…"
They walked in comfortable silence until they reached the bar. "Spike…this is the bar where those demons-" Her mind whisked her back to the night Spike had saved her. The night where she certainly would've been killed if it hadn't been for his intervention…
"Don't worry 'bout it…you're with me, pet."
Dawn stiffened as they walked into the bar, but few turned to look at them. They sat at a small table and Spike snapped his fingers, waving over the rather frail looking demon at the bar.
The small creature immediately hurried over and Spike growled, "A shot of bourbon…in fact, bring the bottle…And you, pet?" He turned, smirking, to Dawn.
She wrapped the coat tighter around herself, feeling extremely awkward sitting in a bar in nothing but pajamas and fluffy yellow slippers. "Uh…water?"
The demon scurried off, leaving the two to talk. Only losers drink alcohol…she recalled herself saying a year ago at Tara's party. Somehow, Spike made it sexy, and she felt her curiosity grow. "Is it good?" she asked.
"If you like it, it's good," he replied, immediately knowing what she meant despite her lack of clarity.
"That makes no sense."
"Makes perfect sense. I like it. It's good. Whether or not it's good to you is a different story."
"Oh…" She thought about this. "Well…you're weird."
"Am I?"
"Yeah," she retorted.
He was about to reply when the demon returned with some water, the bottle of bourbon, and a shot glass. "Here you are, Spike.. Enjoy!" The demon looked petrified.
"Thanks, mate." He blindly shoved a few bills at the creature, who immediately scampered off after receiving payment.
Dawn watched as he slammed a shot down, wanting to choke for him. After a few more, he looked at her. "Try it."
"No!" She sipped her water.
"I dare you," he said, knowing she wouldn't back off a dare.
"No, Spike! It's gross!"
"Scared, are you?"
"No…not scared! It's just…icky."
"Chicken…" he singsonged, yet another voice she'd never heard from him. For some reason, she was amazingly turned on…and equally aggravated.
"I am not. Give me one!" she demanded bravely.
"Are you sure?" he asked in a voice full of mock concern. He stared at her questioningly as he poured, wondering if she would back out.
"I have to use the one you used?" she asked, pretending to be grossed out, when really she just wanted to lick all the Spikey 'germs' off the glass.
He said nothing, sliding the glass across to her. She picked it up and stared down into it uncertainly, timidly swirling the liquid around in the glass. "I just…drink it?"
"'s the idea, yeah."
"Uhh…" she moaned in a pleading tone.
"Chicken…" he breathed again.
"Rrr!" she attempted a growl as she glared at him, then closed her eyes, and poured the contents down her throat.
Her eyes shot open and she immediately began to cough and sputter.
"Eew, eew, eew! Gross!!" she exclaimed when her choking had ceased.
He reclaimed the glass and quickly downed three more.
"Ohmigod, that's so disgusting! How can you drink that stuff?"
"'s good…" He quickly finished another and said, "Let's go."
"Wait. Lemme try again…"
"Though' it was horrid stuff? Changed your mind, did you?"
"No. It sucks. But I can so do it without choking this time. I was just…unprepared."
He watched, amused, as she clumsily poured herself another shot, spilling some on the table.
"Oops…" She closed her eyes, and, wary this time, tipped it into her mouth, swallowing quickly. Her face puckered into a disgusted grimace, which he found adorable, and after a minute, she opened her eyes.
"I feel sick," she announced perkily. "We can go now."
"Righ' then."
He stood and helped her up from the table, giving her a curious look. She smiled widely at him as they walked to the door and left in silence…
Sorry, I know this one took forever to get up, too. But I'm trying. I really am. And now that school's out, hopefully I'll have more time to write. But please review review review! 'Cause it makes my day.