Drunk and Horny

Spike choked when he saw come Dawn come down the stairs, "Pet I believe I said if you put on something decent I would take you,"

Dawn twirled letting Spike get an eyeful of her leather clad ass and bare smooth back.

"This is decent! I look hot!" Dawn told him and brushed a lock of hair out of her eyes and slipped on her jacket.

"When I said decent, I meant actually covering you," Spike growled and Dawn just put her hands on her hips, classic Buffy pose and it made Spike feel edgy. He needed a nice bottle of something strong.

"Fine, but don't come running after me if something gets a taste for a skimpy dressed little girl,"

Dawn shrugged, "Not so little,"

Spike couldn't help but silently agree. Definitely not so little.

They had been in Willy's for a little while now and Spike was starting to see doubles. Dawn however, was still in the euphoric state and was bumping and grinding with the residential demons. Demons! She didn't seem to mind so much and was laughing at something one of them said. He was going to be staked for sure. Bloody soddin' hell.

"Hey!" Dawn plopped down next to him, exhausted from all that dancing.

"Whoa, can some of those demons dance!" she giggled and then asked for another shot of whiskey.

Willy handed it to her but not with out giving Spike a look that said 'Get her out soon.'

Dawn downed her drink and giggled again.

"Pet why donsh we go shoon," Spike slurred, his brain moving like molasses. He was starting to wonder how Dawn got her hair to glow like that, all shiny….really shiny.

Dawn started laughing, "Spike you're drunk!"

Spike shook his head violently, "Am not!"

Dawn poked him, "Are to!" and Spike promptly fell off the stool.

Dawn was now convulsing with laughter and barely staying steady on her chair.

Spike growled and tried to pick up what was left of his manly pride.

"Stupid fuckin' bint!" he hissed but Dawn just laughed harder. Suddenly she stopped, and sighed, "It's so hot in here!"

Spike just glared at her, pride still sore.

"Spike can I tell you a secret," she whispered and leaned forward. Spike felt him self moving closer to her to her as well.

"I'm kinda horny!" she giggled in his ear and Spike felt himself grow hard at her words. Shit fuck.

"Whatsh you gonna do abouts it?" Spike couldn't help but ask.

Dawn gave him a grin that made him shiver, "I don't know…maybe a quickie in the alley with a vamp. You know, if he promises not to eat me after," she giggled. That confession jolted him.

"You bloody better not! He'll eat you right after! I'd rather fuck you then let one of them take a poke and snack!" He practically yelled.

Dawn stared at him for a moment than gave him a Cheshire cat grin, "You volunteering?"

Shit.

She'd done it again. Two can play that game.

"You askin'?" he purred.

"Maybe. You be good?" she said with a mock-innocent look.

"Never," he whispered in her ear. Bugger, what the hell was he doing? He was drunk, he told himself.

Dawn looked at him straight in the eye, "I know," and then walked to the back door and Spike couldn't resist.

He followed her.

Cause she always got her way.