Naught or Nice?
(A/N: I wanted to thank all of you who have reviewed-THANK YOU! Keep them up! They make me want to write more :)
"So what do you want for Christmas?" Dawn asked stretching out on Spike's bed.
"No bloody Christmas presents," Spike grumbled for the umpteenth time.
"Come on Spike, it is tradition. Are you insulting tradition? And refusing free stuff?" Dawn asked stunned.
"Not unless they involve your pretty self and chains," Spike wiggled his eyebrows at her suggestively.
Dawn chucked a pillow at him, "Fuck you,"
Spike shrugged, "You asked me what I wanted pet,"
"Well aren't you gonna ask what I want?" Dawn demanded.
Spike crawled towards her, "I already got your present,"
Dawn raised an eyebrow, "Please don't tell me it's something totally lame like one of your 'bloody awful poems',"
Spike pounced on her, "What did you say?"
"You heard me. I read one of your poems-the one for Cicely. 'Tis grown a bulge in it'- is that a metaphor for your dick?" Dawn asked innocently.
Spike growled feeling almost embarrassed, "Where the bleedin' hell did you find my poems?"
"In your naughty drawer. The one with the handcuffs, chains, lube-" Spike cut her off with a hand over her very dirty mouth.
"That's not a place for girls," he snarled.
"I'm not a girl Spike, you made sure of that," Dawn said with a winning smile.
"Bloody hell," he muttered.
He knew she was too much damn trouble.
"By the way is the lube for ass fucking?"
Spike gave her a 'duh' look.
"You do guys or girls?" Dawn smirked.
"None of your fucking business," Spike snapped.
Dawn gave him a devious smile, "Maybe I should know. Especially if I want to try it,"
Spike eyes bugged out of his head.
The stupid bint just never stopped surprising him.
And it was also making him very hard.
"Really?" Spike questioned with an eyebrow raised.
Dawn shrugged, "Thinking about it. So Spike would you like to do the honors?"
Spike pressed down so she could feel his erection.
"Guess so," Dawn breathed. Suddenly she wiggled out from underneath him and stood up to grab her bag off the floor.
"Red want you home?" Spike asked and Dawn nodded.
"But I got what I needed," Dawn smiled down at him.
"What was that? My bloody poems?" Spike said sarcastically.
"Nope, your present," she chirped.
Spike tilted his head at her and smirked.
Bloody bitch was amazing.
"See ya," Dawn said and made it all the way to the door before turning around, "Spike?"
"Yeah pet?"
"Did you and Angel ever ass fuck?"
"Bloody hell," Spike sputtered for an answer.
Dawn broke out in a huge grin, "Guess that answers that question. Wait till I tell Xander all about this," And with that she was out the door.
Spike quickly grabbed his duster and chased after.
He had to get to Harris before she did.
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