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Chapter 5
Dawn awoke on the bed the next morning, the sun pierced her eyes. She looked over at her alarm clock, 10:30. She panicked a little, then calmed down, it was Sunday. No work of any sort. Vampires don't really like days that begin with the word "Sun." and apparently neither did Mr. Miller.
She was sore all over and she knew what she was feeling. Her very first hangover. Lucky her. She painfullly got up and moved into the living room. The windows had black-out curtains on them. After her eyes fixed themselves they noticed a dark figure lying on the couch. She walked towards him, smirking, and slowly put her mouth to his ear. "Wake up!" she chirped loudly.
He jumped off the couch knocking Dawn on the floor. In a instant he was on top of her, his hands holding her down by her hair. He flashed his vamp face and growled at her. She wimpered a bit then continued to smirk at him. After he shook off his vamp face he smiled at her. "Morning, Dawn."
"Hi, Angel. Comfortable?" she wiggled her body to let him know exactly what was pushing down on her.
"Right.Sorry." Angel said as he jumped off her. She looked up at him resting on her forearms.
She gave him a pout, "Why are you apoligizing? I just asked if you were comfortable there. I didn't want you off, it felt really good." She licked her lips."Yum. Salty goodness." He responded by looking confused and a little scared.
"Just kidding! Have a sense of humor in the morning, will ya!" She got up and looked around, she turned on the kitchen light and stood near Angel. He still looked confused and it was taking all his brain power to tell his southern parts that she was only kidding.
"Yeah. I got that." he said lying through his teeth still trying to control himself. Then, to Angel, she did the worst possible thing imaginable. She sat on his lap. She always did, this shouldn't have surprised him but today, it did.
Dawn noticed he looked uncomfortable, now she didn't know why but she began to wriggle around on his lap, and there, she felt it...a bulge. She could feel herself turning red so she quickly got up and started to make breakfast, carefully avoiding eye contact, pretending that last moment didn't happen. The moment where she had to push down a little to get her bearings before jumping off.
How could you be thinking these thoughts about Angel? Your adopted father, gross! Although, you are 19 going on 20, Buffy was way younger than you when she started dating him. It could happen. Then she thought what could happen and the conquences because of it. Dawn smiled, thinking how she felt when found out Angel went evil. Even though she was only 11 she remembered thinking what a compliment to Buffy, it was. She, also, remembered Friday night and the joy she got out of an inside joke between her and Angel about how getting sweaty at a hotel sounds naughty but in reality it only meant they would training at the Hyperion.
That's probably why she liked Angel so much he didn't treat like some human-esque creature because she was the Key or the Slayer, or like a too-mature woman with many responsabilities, or a like a little defenseless girl who needs to be protected. He just treated her, like...her. Dawn, an indiviual, seperated from all stereotypes. He treated her just like... "Spike!" she yelled aloud. Angel glanced at her with a puzzled look.
"I remember Spike! From last night! What happened!? Did you..? Did I..? Did he..? When? Where? How? You!" Her disbeleive of Angel was interuppted by Jen walking out of her bedroom, clutching her head and stomach, but still with a smile, even just a weak one. Geez, is this girl ever not cheerful?
"What's with all the random yelling? Can't a girl get some sleep?" Her smile became brighter. To Dawn, Jen reminded her of Buffy, with the hair and despostion and the fact that most vampires were attacted to her, which meant that Jen got her trusting-self into a hell of a lot of trouble with demons and just your regular average Joe. Luckily, Dawn the Vamp Slayer was always there to bust her out. Angel was too busy staring at Jen and her painful cheery-ness to notice Dawn and her accusatory expression.
"What did you do to him?"
"Nothing." said Angel looking guilty. "I just...told him things were different now." He thought she might blow up at him, but she didn't. She just shrugged, sighed, and smiled.
"Thank you." she said quietly and turned herself back to her breakfast. Angel, then, took advantage of Dawn's patience.
"You know, he got the crazy idea that you and I were sleeping together." he laughed a bit at Spike's ignorance, then Jen presented herself in the conversation.
"You, two?" Jen and Angel began to laugh louder. "Gross! You're like, ancient!" Angel's face turned grim along with Dawn's, feeling embarrassed about what happened just minutes ago. "What did you say?" questioned Jen ignoring Dawn and Angel's guilt-ridden looks.
"I didn't say anything." Angel smiled again and turned to Dawn.
"YOU LET HIM THINK THAT YOU AND I...!!!!!" yelled Dawn dropping her breakfast of eggs at her feet.
"Yeah. And?"
"Great." she stated sarcastically, "Crypts don't have phones do they?" Jen shook her head, cluelessly. "Shit, well I guess I got damage control duty. Damn. I thought today was gonna be easy."
"You're not going there, are you? To see him?" snapped Angel.
"No. I-I don't think so. I-I don't know. M-Maybe." Dawn looked confused. "It's ju.." Dawn was interuppted at the sound of someone knocking on the door. Dawn walked to the door and opened it, wondering who would be there considering all of her human friends often slept well after noon.
At the door was a girl dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a dark green peasant top. She was holding a bright pink tote-bag that clashed with everything she wore. She had brown eyes and rich red hair, a smile sweeped across her face. "Hi, Dawnie."
"Willow?!"
"Yeah, miss me?" Angel and Jen moved towards the door to greet her.
"What are you doing here?" trying to sound polite but was scared to death and was standing frozen.
"No reason." she lied glancing at Angel for a second. "Just wanted to see you."
Dawn seemed frightened by Willow warmth when she hugged her. This was a woman who left her without sympathy just 5 years ago, she thought, this woman took a hand in making her life absoleutly miserable. Dawn gritted her teeth and showed a weak smile, knowing she had a motive, but she didn't know what.
"Where's Tara." chirped Angel as Willow walked in.
"She wanted to come, too. But we needed someone to run the shop." she turned to Dawn. "We own a souvenier shop in Maui." she smiled proudly and moved to the couch. She put down the tote-bag, took out a disposable camera and snapped a picture of the shabby looking three-some.
"Damn, Will. Warn a girl." Dawn said blinking trying to get the multi-colored dots out of her eyes from the flash.
"Sorry. Couldn't resist. Genuine photo opprotunity, ya know?" Then she turned to Jen. "Hi, I'm Willow."
"Jen. Love to stay but I gotta go to the...uhh...fish market, yeah, the fish market. Bye." She ran into her bedroom.
"A wee bit jumpy, huh?" said Willow. Dawn nodded her head. In a moment Jen was fully dressed and out the door without a word of good-byes.
"Listen I gotta go, too." said Dawn uncomfortably. It wasn't that she didn't like her it was just too weird, too fast. She started to walk towards her bedroom then stopped and proceeded to the door after she realized she was in the clothes she wore the night before.
The two conspritors were alone in the apartment, at last. They stood in a awkward silence for about ten minutes but it had seemed like an eternity. Finally Angel spoke up.
"So...when do you want to do it?"
"Now's fine." she said picking up her gaudy bag. She looked around. "Where do you wanna do it? It needs to be dark with lots of space to get me in the mood."
He looked around aswell. "How about right here?" She nodded her head and sat down on the floor, taking out a variety of candles from her bag, while Angel turned off the kitchen light.
Dawn didn't know where to go but she had to leave her apartment seeing Willow was just too strange and foreign to her. Speaking of strange foreigners, she thought, maybe it was time to pay Spike another visit. She turned her heels and walked directly towards the cementary.
She loved the cementary in the daylight it was crisp and clean and best of all, no vamps. Except one, but he was sleeping soundly on his bed when Dawn climbed down the ladder into his bedroom. She gave a look around. It was well-decorated for a big hole in the ground and his bed, it was huge and luxarious. A bed she had often wished she could be in, in the past. She thought of just slipping under his arm and crawling beside him like a small lap dog. But, no, she wasn't his bitch.
Dawn pounced on him making a small primal sound. In a moment he was awake and straddled by Dawn. She laughed playfully at his shock.
"Bloody Hell!!" Spike screamed. "You don't wake the undead like that, I could have killed you!"
Dawn was saddened by Spike seriousness. She thought for sure he would be trilled to see her. Oh well, she thought, she might've been a virgin but she still knew how to make a grown man cry.
She moved her body forward a bit, running her fingers through his hair. "No, you couldn't have." She playing with a curl at the back of his head, indicating the chip.
She leaned down further pressing her lips to his neck. He began to purr loudly as she proceeded to let her tongue dance along his jawline to his earlobe, where she began to nibble lightly. He moaned as she twisted her hips against his, creating friction. In delight, Dawn began to nibble harder making his erection harder. Her only reaction to realizing that there was only a thin sheet and a pair of flimsy underwear holding them back from making love right there, was to bite down hard on his earlobe, drawing blood, making them both come with a scream.
It was unlike anything neither of them had ever felt before. Dawn rolled over besides Spike, breathing heavy, shallow breaths. Spike too was breathing ragged, even though he didn't really need to breathe at all.
"Wow." said Spike. "Are you sure your still a virgin?" looking at her quizzically. Dawn nodded her head unable to come up with a witty retort or any words for that matter. "Listen, considering we're both here and revved up. What do you say we just...?" he trailed off embarrassed to say the words.
Dawns eyes widened. "Fuck?"