A/N: Hopefully you'll understand more things in this chapter.

Based in season 6. Buffy died and came back.She and Spike are sleeping together. Dawn's the key and steals and all that other crap.

It's rated 'R' for future sexual references. It actually gets too graphic in sex scenes that I'm going to have to censor it and put it on adultfanfic. So when the time comes and you want to read it, I'll give you the site and you can. Of course you have to be 18 or older and blah blah blah.


Chapter 1

He found himself on the floor with a girl tangled in his body. He also felt a bandage like thing around his heart. He soon recognized the girl to be Dawn, who at this moment in time had his balls in a twist. There was no way he could possibly get out of the position, so he just decided to stay.

And then he decided to enjoy the warm body pressed against him. Buffy never let herself get that close, so after the fuck, she'd go and take a shower. Then kick him out. 'Bloody ungrateful, that's what it is,' he said to himself as he gently stroked her smooth, bare flesh with his fingers. He never noticed how soft her skin was.

His mind reeled back to what he said before. Naked flesh?

Dawn didn't have a shirt on and her breasts were pressed up against his, also, naked chest. He wandered how they got this way. But the wondering died down when he focused his brain on the way her breasts bounced up and down with each breath she took. Actually, for a near seventeen-year-old, she was very nicely developed. Sure, he could only see her chest, but he's noticed lately.

Her dark hair lost its friziness and started to get straight. It was down to her back now, reminding him, scarily, of Drusilla. She wore her clothes a little tighter now and, of course, shorter. The necklines on the outfits also plummeted, showing quite the bit of cleavage that he has the privilege of seeing and feeling now. And he definitely noticed all the extra attention she got with the males, especially when she bent over. Overall, she had really filled out greatly and beautifully.

He licked his lips as he felt her nipples harden up against him. Thinking of her new-founded sexiness really got his juices going. He remembered an incident last week at The Bronze, when she was wearing this little black number that near about had her breast popping out of it. And a man with a beard and a beer in his hand said to her, "I bet your rates are real low." And she didn't understand what rates he was talking about. Sure, Spike went out into the alley and punched him into a bloody pulp. But it just showed how innocent she was. Innocence that his demon wanted to control and corrupt. But nonetheless, innocence that turned him on.

She moaned in her sleep as she shifted against him. Her breath was hot on his skin and it contrasted greatly since it was cold. He also let out a little moan, causing her to place little kisses on his chest. This caused him to bite his bottom lip as in order to control himself and not to ravage the girl be side him.

"Harder Angelus," she grunted, moving her body against Spike's body as if it was a humping post.

This caused him to jump away from her, making her bang her head on the floor. He stared at her body as it was not covered from the blanket. She was naked except for the fact that she was wearing underwear. Arousal was rolling off of her in waves. He wondered what was turning her on so much, trying to forget the Angelus comment that she said.

Her head moved as she slowly stirred. He didn't know what to do; the uncomfortable situation confused his senses. So, he walked away figuring it was time to make some food.

Once awake, she noticed her lack of clothes. 'It's not summer out. I shouldn't have stripped down that much during the night...' she thought to herself, while wrapping a blanket around her body and going into the noisy kitchen, wondering what was going on.

Spike was making a sandwich. There was sliced up banana and chocolate syrup all between two waffles. He was gently slicing it with a knife. He looked up at her entering and nodded, showing that he recognized her.

Still holding the bundled up blanket at her chest, she went into the refrigerator and grabbed a packet of blood. She tore the top of the bag with her teeth.

As they both grabbed their breakfasts and bit into them, blood and waffled-chocolaty-bananas were spit onto the floor.

"What the hell?" she said as she clearly saw that blood should not be in her hand.
"What?" Spike commented as he, too, realized that a meal like that should not grace his lips.

The thought 'I'm just tired' hit their brains and they accepted it.

Noticing each other had their desired breakfast, they traded, not finding it strange at all.

"So, are you feeling any better?" she asked, stuffing the waffles and bananas in her mouth. She looked over at his naked chest and licked her lips. For a dead guy, he was pretty sexy.

"Uh, yeah. Thanks for patching me up last night. Not that I remember it..." His lips quirked into a smile.

She returned the smile as she glanced at him.

"Speaking of bandage, I should probably take it off before it irritates and gets your wound infected."

She strolled over to where he was sitting. Her hands jumped on his neck, slowly working her way down to his chest. Everything she touched was hard as a rock. It amazed her so. Beneath her fingers, his muscles tensed. And a smile crept onto her face.

"You're so tense." Her voice had a hint of humor, yet it was dressed in a sexy tone.

She breathed down his neck; her hot morning breath reminding him of what happened before. She slowly massaged his neck, letting her fingers float across his chest. He let out a strangle moan and watched her hands, gradually molest his chest. Her hands finally reached the gauze and quickly pulled it off his skin. He gasped and she gasped, the pain almost too much.

And she wondered idly why his pain turned her on.