Disclaimer:I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel, Joss Whedon does. But I do own James Marsters...only, he just doesn't know it yet.
A/N: Certain friends of mine (fake cough; Tammi, fake cough; Krystal) think I should die because I wrote this chapter and not the more lemony version I was planning on. Well, anyway, I hope everyone doesn't act like them. Please don't kill me! Also, there is a little angst somewhere in the middle.
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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?"
Chapter 6
Spike gave her a surprised glance, obviously, he still wasn't used to her saying that word. Dawn couldn't beleive she had just said that the way she did either, but that's what she meant in the most uncensored of forms.
"I-I don't know." She said quickly to follow her question. Now unsure that he felt he had to ask her first. She remembered him telling her that back in his William the Bloody days he just did want he wanted. No questions asked. She thought about that for awhile leaving Spike in agonizing suspense.
The truth was she didn't really know what to say. She did want to, oh god, did she want to, but she knew something just wasn't right. How do you tell a man you want to sleep with, no? Then Dawn noticed that Spike was almost drooling awaiting her answer.
"Not yet." She said in a small voice. Spike was shocked and he stupidly said the first thing that came to him.
"Why, the bloody hell, not?" He sat up to look down at her.
Dawn felt a sweep of guilt come over her, followed by anger for feeling guilty. She was right, he was a bastard! She got up off the bed and smoothed her wrinkled skirt out.
You stupid git, Spike thought to himself. "Look, luv, I'm sorry I rushed you."
"What did I tell you about all those fucking nicknames?" she said coldly.
"I guess those teenage mood swings haven't completely disappeared yet." Spike mumbled to himself but Dawn heard it anyway. She walked over to him and fiercely kicked him in the head. He fell unconsious.
"Hmm, that'll teach ya." she stated as she flipped her hair, climbed the ladder and left his crypt.
When she arrived at her apartment she heard massive clattering and the door was locked which was weird because she didn't remember locking it. She knocked on the door many times before it opened showing a disheveled Angel and behind him an even more disheveled Willow.
"What have you guys been up to?" she questioned scanning their facial expressions ready for the smallest hint of a lie.
"Stuff." said Willow blankly.
"What kind of stuff?" begged Dawn.
"Where did you go?" Asked Angel changing the subject noticing how equally disheveled Dawn looked.
"Nowhere." she yelled out as she left the living room to her bedroom.
"Damn it, we didn't finish." said Angel checking to make sure Dawn wasn'tanywhere near him.
"It's okay, you did good, though." Willow said gently reassuring Angel.
"Thanks, Will?" he smiled unsure what she meant.
Spike awoke hours later with a spilting headache the kind he thought only the chip could give.
"Fuckin' Slayer. If I ever...I'll..." he growled partly from the pain, partly at the thought of draining Dawn of all her bodily fluids. He hardly noticed that it was now nighttime.
He searched for her all over town, the cementary, her apartment, which he had to break into, the coffee shop, and finally the Bronze. She was nowhere.
Then he looked across the street from the Bronze and there she was, sitting on a bench, alone, waiting for a bus. He walked up to her.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Why do you give a shit?" she said still looking at the cement, not daring to look him in the eye.
"Because..." he said looking at the cement himself. "I care about you an' all."
She looked at him borderlined on hope and fright, leaning towards fright.
"Really, Spike? You care about me?"
"Don't go making a thing about it. It's not that big a deal." he said sitting down afraid to look at her.
"Yes, it is a big deal because..." she trailed off when a bus stopped in front of her. Spike looked up her wondering why she had stopped her would-be lecture. Dawn thought for a second.
The man driving the bus was heavy, balding and spoke in a thick New York accent. "Hey, sweetheart, you coming or what?"
"Hold on!" she yelled at the bus driver. "Spike, come with me." Before Spike could protest he was on a brightly lit bus holding Dawn's hand.
They walked to the back of the bus stilling holding hands. After they sat down Dawn realized that her palms were starting to sweat so she quickly removed her hand from Spike's but unforntunately grazed his thigh with her fingertips making them both shudder in pleasure.
When they past a sign that read: You are now leaving Sunnydale. Come back soon. Spike looked at Dawn with a smirk.
"If you're thinking of running away with me, your gonna need more than that." he teased indicating he small purse.
"We're not running away. We're just fleeing temporarily." she teased back.
"Where are we fleeing to, may I ask?"
"You'll see, c'mon" Spike followed as she stood up and marched straight up to the bus driver. "We'd like to get off now, please?"
"Hey buddy," he said looking at Spike. "Tell your prositute that this bus stops at Venice Beach and youse will get off there, alright." Dawn's started to become red with anger.
"You left us off, this fuckin' bus right now or I'll rip you limb from fucking limb and feed each limb to the fucking sharks making you, your friends, your family, and everyone who has ever met you, watch! Then I'll rip your fuckin' head off and feed it to him!" pointing to Spike. He gave the driver a small smile and a slight wave.
The driver immediately stopped the bus at let Dawn and Spike off. Spike glared at Dawn thinking she must've been crazier than Dru.
"What?" she smiled brightly.
"What, the hell, was that? Damn, I thought I was big with the torture talk."
"Well, you thought wrong." she continued to smile.
They approached a nightclub with hip-hop music booming loudly against the walls. On top of the club there was a sign that said. "Club Andre" Spike looked at the building quizzically.
"What are we doing here?"
"Stop with the questioning of me, already." Dawn said as she practically skipped up to the large bouncer. "Hi, Rich." she squealed to him.
"Hi, Candi. Who's the Billy Idol wannabe?" he said pointing to Spike.
"This is Spike." she said waiting for a crititizing remark, but notRich nor Spike said a word.
"Come on in." he ushered them in and called out "Carlos is looking for you." but niether of them heard him.
The minute they walked in Dawn knew Spike was feeling out of his element. He looked at her for a few seconds, one eyebrow up. "Candi? Does that poofter, Angelus, know you're galivanting to nightclubs all over the state with a fake name?"
"Don't give me that!" she demanded. "I needed a place to hide one night so I gave them a name to keep my cover. Coulda been Buffy." she laughed.
"Nope." he stated looking at her up and down. "Doesn't quite fit. Though Tiffany might've been better. Never fucked a Tiffany." They walked up to the bar, behind the counter was a girl with short blond hair and green eyes.
She spoke in a piercingly high voice. "Hi, Candi. Get yourself a pimp, like I told ya, huh?" she winked. "J/K!"
"Hello, Brianna." she sounded annoyed. "A rum and coke, please, and..." she turned to Spike.
"Oh no, ya don't! Water is all your gettin' tonight! I don't even want you to get all loopy-like on caffeine, do you hear me!."
Before Dawn could protest a man came up behind her. He was a little shorter than Spike, he wore a white clingy t-shirt and a baggy jeans. He had short brown hair and brown eyes which perfectly complimented his complection. Dawn turned around to face him.
"Carlos." she looked almost frightened of him.
"It's time, Candi." Dawn shook her head slowly. "You owe me this."
"No! I'm not ready, I can't!" she shook her head faster.
"Now!" he commanded. He grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her to the center of the dance floor.
"Leave her alone!" ordered Spike. "Before I fucking make you wish you were never born!" Carlos backed away a little when Spike came between him and Dawn.
"It's okay. I knew what I was getting into when I started this." she pushed Spike aside and gave Brianna a strange look. At this Brianna flicked a couple switches behind the bar.
The light went off except for a spotlight illuminating Dawn and Carlos. Marching Band music came on the loudspeakers as everyone at Club Andre stared at them. Destiny's Child "Lose My Breath" started to play and they began to dance to it. Dawn sang along with the music while not missing a single dance step.
Every once and awhile she would look back at Spike usually at the moments where she was very close to Carlos silently telling Spike that it was all part of the act and not to rip Carlos' arms off for touching her.
When the song ended Dawn sauntered over to Spike and sat down beside him not noticing his dropped jaw. "Wow, that was easier than I thought. How was I?" she grinned.
Spike couldn't help but chuckle at her obliviousness. He put his arm around her, placing his hand over Dawn's heart. He softly laughed when the beating got faster and whispered. "Very good, pet. Now let's say you and I get outta here."
Dawn look over at Brianna and called out. "Taxi!"
Back at Dawn's apartment Angel and Willow were lying on the same couch side by side, a blanket wrapped around them both.
"See, I just don't get it, Will." said Angel making an 'I don't know' gesture. "Why would she do that?" He turned to look at her. "I mean, what would posess her do even consider that. It's craz...eww...what did she just eat? Is that...?"
"Bull's Rectum? Yep." her eyes still glued to the television set. Angel covered his eyes digusted.
"Why are we even watching this? We should be finishing Dawn's birthday present, it's on Wednesday, ya know?"
"Yes, I know. I'm sorry. Reality TV, I'm addicted." she got up to turn off the TV. "It was a re-run, anyway. I'll watch the real thing tomorrow." she said eagerly. Angel rolled his eyes and was about to comment on Will's obsession when the phone rang. He answered it.
"Hello? Jen, where are you?" He was on the phone for a couple minutes before he hung up. "I gotta go, Jen's car ran out of gas on the highway. I'll be back in about 20 minutes." Will nodded as Angel put his coat on and left.
As soon as she heard Angel's car leave the complex parking lot she turned the TV back on and sat down, eyes widened, to see a man jump off a hundred-story building into a swimming pool. "Cool!"
Sitting in the back of the taxi kissing Spike, Dawn felt how she did earlier that day, carefree but a little guilty, just right but not quite. She stopped and looked at Spike, he smiled at her.
Spike decided that after his little redition of 'Stupidity Now', he would always let Dawn make the first move unless she said otherwise and stop whenever she stopped, not wanting to get kicked in the head again. Then he realized why she had stopped. The taxi driver was staring at them through the rear-view mirror.
"Take a picture, buddy!" he said shaking his fist, the driver's eyes immediately went back to the road. Dawn giggled at Spike forcefulness and was a little sad when he didn't act that way with her. It was the reason she loved him especially since she had become a Slayer, most of the men she knew were weak and dull.
All of a sudden she saw her apartment building come into view she sighed as the taxi stopped. Then Spike slipped his arm around Dawn's waist, ignoring his decision of passiveness.
"Come over to my place, luv. I'll show you a much better time than that poof could ever." he whispered softly in her ear, his tongue trilling lightly on her earlobe. He looked around outside, then returned to his previous post. "He's not even here, probably off buying some of that girly hair gel he loves so much. C'mon, Dawn, he'll never even know."
She was about to accept his very tempting offer than she thought about what he had said. She didn't need Angel's permission to do sleep with Spike, she's almost 20-years-old! But instead of getting angry she decided it was better to torture him.
She turned to him, smiling maniacally. "I thought, you said that I wasn't getting anything but water tonight." She climbed out, closed the door, and looked through the opened window. "You go to your place and I'll just upstairs and start my Brita faucet, okay, luv?" She pulled her head out and slapped the top of the taxi. "Sunnydale Cementary." she called out to the driver.
As the taxi drove off, the driver noticed Spike's still shocked expression. "That your girlfriend?" he said in a thick Indian accent.
"Nope." he smiled stuffing his hands in his pockets, pulling out a diamond ring. "She's my fiance."
A/N: Ha Ha! I wrote a twist! I'm bad, oh yeah! Oh, and I'm conducting a poll for future chapters, write your answers in your reviews.
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