She's got a Secret or Two
He couldn't believe he'd agreed to this. The stupid fucking bint had him wrapped around her finger.
"Come on Spike!" Dawn tugged at his arm, pulling the reluctant vamp into the mall.
"It's closing in a couple of hours and I need new clothes," Dawn whined.
"Yeah, because you need more bleedin' clothes," he mumbled.
Dawn surveyed her surroundings and spied her first store.
"There!" she pointed and dragged Spike with her like a rag doll.
Fuck.
She immediately headed for the dresses and Spike shrank into a corner, wishing he hadn't fallen for her pouty face. Those innocent, begging eyes. He growled.
"Spike! Come here, you have to help me find the best one," Dawn said gleefully and sat him down into a chair then went behind a dressing room. Suddenly, he was interested. She was going to model those skimpy things for him? He was bloody well staying.
A moment later she came out in a dark blue slip of a thing, his eyes bugged out as she spun, letting the bottom flare up.
"You like?" Dawn teased, eyes twinkling. Spike cleared his throat, "It's nice,"
Dawn cocked her head at him and then promptly went back into the dressing room.
Spike let out an unnecessary breath.
Shit, he knew he shouldn't have come.
The door swung open to reveal Dawn once again, her dress was now black and longer with slits up the side revealing slivers of her tan legs.
He grinned at her, tilting his head inspecting the dress. It was more his style, more striking then skimpy.
"Lovely pet," he approved and Dawn gave him a grin. He knew that grin. Her 'I'm so innocent and naughty at the same time' grin.
She lowered herself onto his lap, grinding slightly.
"So you like this one?" she whispered into his ear and gave a small nip. He jumped and suppressed a moan. No need to have the sales people interrupting.
"Sexy," he purred back and ran a finger down her arm.
She smiled and hopped off and Spike hid his disappointment and hard-on.
"One more dress-I think you'll like it," she told him before closing the door.
Spike shifted in his seat, he knew this dress was going to kill him if the bitch didn't.
Then Dawn came out in a red dress. That should have been the first clue, his favorite color. Second clue, it cut in a V to her belly button and was backless. She mind as well have just worn a tiny red skirt.
"Bloody hell," he sputtered as she spun, showing off the dress at all angles.
"I think I'm gonna get this one," Dawn mused playing with the hem of the dress.
"No," Spike said bluntly and Dawn raised an eyebrow.
"You're gonna attract too much soddin' attention in that. Demons and all that rot," he covered up lamely.
Dawn gave him a grin, "Isn't that the purpose of the fuck-me dress?"
"Bloody hell," Spike repeated. This was like being the big brother of a naughty girl. A very sexy, gorgeous, should be prancing naked right now, girl.
She went back into the dressing room and put on her normal clothes, appearing a moment later with all the dresses in her hands. He frowned and tried to act casual, "Which you getting?"
Dawn smirked, "Wouldn't you like to know?"
She went to the counter and whispered something into the cashier's ear. He couldn't make it out, but then she handed her the dresses.
She took his arm, "I want to stop at another store before we go,"
"What about your dress?" He asked, slightly confused.
"Oh. I'll get it later," Dawn told him and then led him to…Victoria's Secret.
Spike grinned, "Can I pick your knickers out for you?"
"If you behave," Dawn teased and began leafing through the cotton panties. Yawn. Not his favorite, he liked the lace, easy to rip.
She took a couple pairs and then made her way to the back of the store and Spike followed like a soddin' puppy. Whipped.
The garments in the back caught his attention, flimsy little nighties and corsets.
He held out a silk, red bustier and curled his tongue behind his teeth, "I'd like to see you wriggle in this,"
Dawn just rolled her eyes, "Of course you would,"
She was searching through thongs and Spike wandered around the store, cocking his head at various items, imagining Dawn in them.
"Sir is there something I can help you with?" A pretty saleslady batted her lashes at him.
He gave her a charming grin, "You can tell me your favorite pretty thing here,"
The young woman blushed, "Well most women go for the black lace,"
"Thanks pet," he said with another one of his charming grins and sought Dawn in the place. He was surprised to see her all ready to go. Damn she was quick-now he'd never see her new pretties.
Well maybe he would, he thought naughtily.
"So pet, what'd you buy?" he asked, trying to peer into her bag.
She slapped him on the chest lightly, "Don't try mister,"
He shrugged, "I'm a bad, rude man,"
She imitated his curl-tongue trick, "Yes you are,"
He smiled and felt pride at her Big Bad ways.
Yeah she was a mini-Spike alright.
"So when do I get to see your purchases?"
She angled her head up so their lips were mere inches apart, "Surprise,"
Bugger.
He growled at her. It was going to be a long night.
A few hours later…
Spike was sitting in front of the TV watching an old movie, still dreaming about Dawn in many different panties, in many different positions.
The crypt door swung open.
"Happy Birthday Spike," he heard Dawn say in sultry voice.
"The Big Bad doesn't do birthdays," he muttered, trying to hide his excitement.
Dawn stepped out of the shadows in that breath-taking red dress from earlier.
"Nice dress pet," he managed, watching her come closer.
She cocked her head at him, "Spike, today's your birthday. Aren't you going to open your present?"
He gaped at her, pausing for a moment before grabbing her and undoing the thin strap that held the dress up at the neck.
He really wanted to know if she liked black lace.