Spike walked back into the crypt, "Called the house, Willow said that its fine since you don't have school tomorrow," spike explained.
"Hey!" Dawn called from inside his bedroom. "When did you get a TV in here?" She asked, coming out from the room dressed in one of Spike's black t-shirts and some boxers.
Spike moved to the fridge making himself a mug of blood. "Clem brought it over the other day." Spike explained, "pretty good one too." He told her putting the mug in the microwave and hitting a few buttons.
"So," Dawn said flopping down on the armchair and smiled as "The Nightmare Before Christmas" came on. "TNBC is on!" Dawn called.
Spike smirked grabbing some chips from his kitchen area and bringing the bag to dawn, he threw it to her. She smiled and opened it. "Umm!" She squealed and started to munch on the BBQ'd chips. Dawn shifted on the armchair, trying to get comfortable. "OW!" She yelped.
Spike looked at her, confused. "What?"
Dawn reached under her and pulled something out from underneath her. "What's…this." She looked at the small hoop earring. She looked up at Spike, "Do you have a girlfriend that I don't know about?" She looked at the earring, "This looks like Buffy's."
Spike looked at her, shocked, "Umm, she must have… dropped it last time she was… here." He told the young girl.
"In your chair?" Dawn asked.
"Yeah, she's sat in it before, bit."
"And it just fell out of her ear?"
"I don't know, don't exactly wear the bleedin' things."
Dawn smiled, "That's what you're saying now." Dawn turned back to the TV, "Ohh! Shh, Sally's on! Jack and Sally are walking on the weird hill thing." She explained with a smile, "I love this movie!"
Spike rolled his eyes watching the girl eat and soaking into the story on the TV. "The best part of the bloody movie is when he goes into Christmas land."
Dawn smiled, "Sure sure." She said putting the earring down on the table next to the armchair not noticing Spike grabbing it and putting it in his pocket.
Spike secretly checked the crypt for anything else's of the slayers. If Dawn found a thong or something like that lying around its safe to say she might get suspicious.
As he thought, he found the little white thong hanging over the set of candles near the window; he grabbed it silently and stuffed it into his pocket. "Right, so, after the movie, time for bed." He told her.
Dawn smiled, laughed. "Sure, Spikey."
Summers' House
Buffy walked into the house, "Dawn!" She called putting her jacket on the coat hanger.
"She's not home." Willow told the slayer as she walked down the stairs. "I told her she could stay the night at Spike's. That's okay right?"
"At Spike's?" She asked, "Why? Why would you let my little sister stay at a CRYPT over night with a VAMPIRE?!" She asked. "An EVIL vampire."
"One, Spike will protect Dawn, no matter what. You know that, two, he's not evil." Willow said simply, "you know that."
Crypt
Dawn yawned; she fought to keep her eyes open as Spike told her another story. Spike noticed it, of course, "Right, bit, time for bed." Spike said picking the young girl up into his strong arms and carrying her into the bedroom. He laid her down on the bed, pulled back the covers and pulled them over her small body.
"Night, Spike." Dawn yawned.
"Night, bit." Spike kissed her lightly on the head.
"Love you." She whispered as he walked away.
He smiled, never got tired of hearing it, "Love you too, now get some shut eye, love." He closed the door and grabbed the pink blanket from underneath the microwave he put it on the armchair and snuggled up under it, watched TV. He listened to Dawn's soft breathing in the next room. Indicating that she was asleep.
He looked at the crypt door and sighed. He really needed to get a REAL place to stay. It was fine when it was just him and the slayer but with Dawn here he needed to keep watch all night. Not that he minded the niblet. He loved having her here.
Spike sighed a grabbed the earring out of his pocket, he had to, it was pocking him since he'd put it in there. He closed his eyes and silently turned off the TV. Hearing his little sister snoring in the next room—or what ever it was—He smelled the air. Essence of both him and the slayer lingered in the air. Like poison. Making him want what he can't have.
He didn't just was sex. Sure it was great. Having her like that. Giving him herself in that way. But she wasn't really. She didn't really give him what he needed. He didn't give her what she needed either. He knew it.
He figured it he hung onto it, it would get better. She would stop. Let him hold her once and a while. Maybe even take her slow and gently. But whenever he tried to give her slow and gentle she'd turn away. Would refuse to look at him.
The next morning
Dawn opened her heavy eyes. She looked around and smiled. She wished it was the summer again. Things were so much simpler then. It was just Spike and her, inseparable. But now, Buffy decided to take him all for herself.
Sure she had a crush on him, who wouldn't? But she did look at him like an older brother. Sure last year she'd secretly wished he would get over his obsession with her sister and move to her… but she knew that would never happen.
She just wished that Buffy knew exactly what she was taking advantage of.
She got out of the bed; she walked into the next room and smiled. Seeing Spike cuddled underneath the covers in his armchair. She rolled her eyes and turned to his kitchen area. She grabbed some blood out of the fridge and poured it into his favorite cup. 'Kiss me, you're favorite Big Bad' She'd gotten it for him over the summer. She put it in the microwave and watched as it went round and round and round.
She grabbed the Honey Combs off the counter and poured herself a bowl. Then grabbed the milk out of the fridge. She checked to make sure it wasn't expired. She rolled her eyes to see it expired in two days. She started to munch.
Spike groaned loudly when the loud beeping sound ran his ears. "Bloody--!" He said angrily opening his eyes and the smell of blood filled the air as Dawn clicked the microwave open.
"thought you'd be hungry!" Her voice cheerful.
"Take it you slept well." Spike said, standing. He walked over to her and took the mug. Taking a sip. "Thanks."
Dawn gave him a toothy smile, "No problem." She sat and ate again.
Later
Buffy moaned loudly, she looked over at the neatly mad bed. She looked back at the man—no vampire-- on top of her and he caught her lips in a passionate kiss. She let him kiss her. His tongue teasing hers. With a muffled cry she came for the thousandth time that night.
Her hands unwrapped from around him and moved down his chest. That was moving up and down, She pulled away. He sighed, rolled onto his back next to her. "Right." Spike said.
"Uh.. we missed the bed again." She stated panting.
Spike smirked and looked toward the bed, "Lucky for the bed."
Buffy continues panting; she lifts herself up on her elbows and looks down at the rug covering her body. "Is this a new rug?"
"Mm, no. Just looks different when you're under it." He said tilting his head to the side and watched her.
Buffy laughed a little and looked around. "You know, this place is okay for a hole in the ground." She looked at him, "You fixed it up."
"Well, I ate a decorator once. Maybe something stuck."
"I've been thinking of doing something to my room." She tells him, she smiled when he moved closer to her. "Yeah, I think the New Kids on The Block are starting to date me."
Spike chuckled, "Well, if you want I can…" Spike stopped, looked at Buffy in surprise. "Are we having a conversation?"
"What? No! No,… maybe." She admitted.
"Hmmm." Spike said his eyes drifting over her face. To her eyes. Searching out the emotion that laid in them.
"What?"
"Well, isn't this usually the part where you… kick me in the head and run out, virtue fluttering?"
"That's the plan… soon as my legs start working again." She told him, embarrassed. She smiled lightly as he grinned and leaned his forehead against her arm. His hand creped back under the blanket and finding the inside of her thigh… She gasped. "Wha-again?"
He lifts his head and begins running his fingers up and down her arm. He placed an open mouth hot kiss on her shoulder. His eyes opening noticing Buffy close her eyes as he made his way to her neck. His hand moving underneath the rug…
Buffy moaned, "Ohh." She whispered her hips rising slightly. Spike chuckled against her neck. Making her skin vibrate. She moaned again.
"No rough housin', pet." He called softly. "Goin' to show you how good it can be." He whispered licked over his sire's mark. If the poof could see him now… No. Can't think about Angel. Not while you service the girl. "You're amazing." He whispered in her ear as he nibbled on her ear lobe.
"S-Spike." She whispered, "Ohh, God.."
He kisses along her jaw line and turns her head slightly to kiss her, she turns away. "I-I have to go." She said pushing him away.
Spike looked down at her, "Pet—"
"Don't." She warned, "Just… let me go."
Spike shook his head, "Buffy—"
"Spike! Get off me!"
Spike rolled over onto his back again and watched as she got up and started to dress. This time though. He didn't bother chasing after her.
TBC…