Professor Spike
"UGH" Dawn moaned dropping her head onto her desk, "I give up. Stupid paper."
"What's bugging you, luv?" Spike asked from his perch outside her window.
"Ah" Dawn shrieked then glared at him, "What did I say about sneaking up on me?"
Spike grinned and slipped into to her room. He placed a gentle finger on her lips, "Believe you mentioned something about punishment," he purred.
Dawn rolled her eyes, "of course I did."
Spike leaned down and captured her pout with his lips, "So tell me pet, some bloke do you wrong?" he teased.
"Just a paper I have due tomorrow," Dawn mumbled.
"Anything I can help with?" he asked running his hands up and down her back.
"You?" Dawn asked doubtfully.
Spike growled lightly, "What subject?"
"History," Dawn breathed as his hands inched up her stomach.
Spike chuckled, "I am history, luv. Or at least a hundred twenty years of it,"
Dawn pulled back with interest, "Boxer rebellion?"
Spike grinned, "My favorite,"
Dawn paused for a moment before sighing, "Your first slayer,"
"Kewpie doll for the bird," Spike said with a grin, "Got a couple of hours?"
Dawn sighed, "Got all night. Can't leave until the stupid paper is done,"
"Right then," Spike rubbed his hands together, "Got a story for you,"
Dawn lay down on her bed and Spike curled up next to her.
"So tell," Dawn stated and Spike told his tale.
(Think "Fool for Love" episode except with a little bit of history of the Boxer rebellion-search it if you don't know it-sorry)
"That really all happened?" Dawn said in awe.
"Every part," Spike nodded.
"Damn. History books are so lame," Dawn complimented him.
"Thanks pet. Now work on your bloody paper and come tell me about your 'A'," Spike demanded.
"Please, how do you know if I'm gonna get an 'A'?" Dawn protested.
"I'm smart. Sexy too," Spike told her.
Dawn ran a finger down his chest, "Possibly,"
Spike cocked his head at her, "Definitely,"
Dawn began to tug his shirt off, "Only one way to tell,"
"Happy to oblige," Spike whispered.
Pussy whipped.
Dawn burst into Spike's crypt after school, beaming.
"Spike!" She shouted.
Spike, who had been watching TV, turned to Dawn who bounded over and plopped down on the couch. She then thrusted a piece of paper in his face.
One with a huge red 'A' on top.
He grinned, "Guess I was right after all,"
Dawn grinned back, "Uh-huh. She said, and I quote, 'very interesting point of view Dawn. Perhaps there's hope for you yet.'"
Spike growled, "Hope for you yet?"
Dawn shrugged sheepishly, "Well my grades kinda went down since…"
She didn't have to finish her sentence; Spike knew what she was talking about.
"Course luv," he told her and nuzzled her neck.
Dawn looked up at him through her lashes, "I think I owe a certain sexy vamp a very big thank you,"
Spike smirked, "That you do pet,"
"So Professor Spike," Dawn said in a throaty voice that sent chills down his spine, "How do you want me?"
Why hadn't he ever thought of being a bloody teacher before?