Knickers-less

Music was spilling from her room. He could hear it from his tree below the window. It was pounding and harsh and he kinda liked it. Maybe he should go up and give her a visit. Lord knows he hadn't seen her in a while. Not since their little discussion in his crypt. When he lost his big brother feelings for her, when he no longer thought of her as innocent. Damn that bitty bitch. She could never know, he promised himself, never.

He climbed up the tree and sat perched there. The sight he was greeted with nearly knocked him back. Dawn was there alright, too bloody there. Fuck. She was dancing in a sultry way, swaying and twisting her hips to the beat and the kicker was that it looked like she was doing it in nothing more than a shirt that grazed the tops of her thighs and underwear, he hoped.

"Nibblet?" he questioned, hoping she didn't notice how strangled his voice sounded. She jerked her eyes open and jumped, "Fuck!" she caught her breath, "Jesus, Spike you scared the shit out of me," she panted, hand over her heart and he could hear it beating rapidly.

"Sorry pet and no cursing. It's not ladylike," he said and she just rolled her eyes at him.

"What are you doing here?" she demanded, hands on hips. She had clearly forgotten that she was standing there in just about nothing because she didn't notice that the shirt had impossibly rose an inch border lining on revealing her knickers to him.

"Came to visit you, sweet pea," he responded with a grin. She raised an eyebrow at him, "At midnight? It's awfully early,"

"Early? For me, but Bit you should be tucked in your beddy-by," he shot back at her and she promptly rolled her eyes again.

"Uh-huh and I'm the queen of England. Please, I just got back. Damn curfew and all that,"

Spike didn't bother to say that he knew she'd just gotten back from the Bronze because he'd been waiting outside her window. No need to think he was getting Big Bad protector on her.

He shrugged, "I figured I'd stop by, see if you wanted to watch movies."

Dawn smirked at him, "Movies? What am I ten? Please if you wanna do something fun you could take me to Willy's," she challenged him.

He glared at her, "No,"

She pouted at him, "Fine. I'll just have to there all by my lonesome,"

"You bloody well are not!" Spike snapped at her, stepping forward instinctively.

Dawn snorted, "Like you can stop me Bleach Boy,"

Spike reached out and gripped her arm, not too tight but enough for her to feel discomfort and the chip only sent out lazy little buzzes, "Not over my dead body,"

"Are you trying to be Mr. No Fun?"

"I'm plenty of fun luv. Just not when it comes to little girls drinking," he responded.

"Please like I haven't been drunk before? It's like a right of passage when you're fourteen. Last I checked sixteen here," she pointed to herself, "I can totally handle my liquor, I'm awesome at quarters,"

They both stood there glaring at each other when suddenly Dawn smiled and started dancing, "This is an awesome song!"

Spike gaped at her sudden mood swing. Talk about hormonal time bomb. Bugger.

She was once again moving to the beat, swiveling her hips, arms in the air and that shirt rose high enough for him to she wasn't wearing any thing in the knickers department. He swallowed and suppressed a growl.

"Dawn," he warned and she frowned at him and stopped dancing.

"What? Did you change your mind?" she asked raising her eyebrow at him. He averted his eyes, "Seems like you lost your knickers somewhere,"

Dawn glanced down at herself then rolled her eyes, "Please nothing you haven't seen before,"

Spike gaped at her, embarrassment forgotten; the bitch didn't even blush like he knew she would have not more than a year ago.

"I don't bloody give a damn if you want to go starkers," he lied.

"Good," Dawn said simply and went to pick up a shirt of the floor. When she bent over Spike let out a strangled noise. Oh bloody fucking hell!

He cleared his throat, "If you put on some decent clothes I'll take you to Willy's"

Dawn stood up and gave him a grin, "Finally," and went into the bathroom.

Spike shook his head; he couldn't believe he'd fallen for her dirty little trick.

Damn bitch was good.