AN: This is my new story. I have about 7 chapters written so far, but I'm stuck. So if you'd like to help me, hit me up on novel0city on aim. And I'm sorry in advanced on how block style this story is. :
Background: Dawn's around 19. Lives in her own apartment. And that's basically it. Well, she never had a real realtionship with Spike before; they were just friends. But, of course, she had a crush on him. Yeah, that's all.
Okay, this update is for marykaitlyn because I'm scared she might come and kick my ass. And I'm not lying.
Enjoy.
"My roommate's out partying, so I'm all alone," she whispered to the dark. A sudden hand grabbed her around the waist and picked her up. She was placed on a shoulder and she was kicking her feet. "Put me down, William!"
A dark chuckle was heard in the shadows.
"Nuhuh, gorgeous. You're coming with me," he said.
"But I'm wearing a skirt!" she shrieked as she felt his cold hand slowly sneak up her thigh.
Walking quickly, he pushed her against a wall and sat her down.
"'Xactly how I like it. Easy access."
He buried his head into her neck and nuzzled the soft skin that was there. She melted against him, her knees giving out. Thus William had to hold her up.
"What are we doing tonight?" he asked her.
"Thought you could come over to my place and you know... We could have some fun," she hinted while pushing away from William.
He nodded his head and took her hand in his and they walked off towards Rodeo drive.
"Come in," she told him as she opened the door.
He was just invited to her home. For the first time. A piece of his dead heart skipped a beat. And before she was in the house, he was on her. He ripped his own shirt off and threw it on the ground, while he chased her up the stairs.
"Big Bad's gonna getchya," he huskily said while using his vampiric speed to catch her. Doing so, he stripped her of her skirt and shirt, leaving her in bra and panties.
He pushed her down on her bed and began to lavish her smooth skin. Her breathing start to come in short gasps. William hooked his fingers under her underwear and pulled them off.
"You're so bloody beautiful," he mumbled into her skin as he licked the inside of her thigh.
Pulling a comforter over his body and up to her torso, to keep her warm and to hide himself from her view, he started to work his talented fingers.
"Oh god," she cried out as William's ministrations started to get to her. He had her moaning and twitching in her bed.
Meanwhile, Spike threw his cigarette on the ground and crushed it with his boot. He was back from peaches and ready to see his Nibbled. He'd been gone for two weeks. And he'd been with Mr. Prince of Darkness himself and it made him feel antsy now.
"Wonder if the 'bit missed me," he mused to himself when he walked into Dawn's apartment.
"Nibblet?" he called. And he got no answer. "Dawn?" he called again, but still had nothing in return. But he smelt her and could hear her heartbeat, which was beating a little fast, so she had to be in the house.
Slowly climbing the stairs, one by one, he remembered the present he had for her in his bag. Which was back at his crypt. He cursed silently to himself and continued to walk to Dawn's room. But was stopped by the sound emitting from the door.
"Looks like Dawn's gettin' a little 'me' time," he thought once he heard the moans and groans. Though he should be embarrassed by even thinking of his Dawn doing something like that, he wasn't. It was the opposite.
"Oh god, oh god," she called out with a raspy voice. And Spike could hear the whimpering and her heart beat increasing... he was trying not to picture himself there instead of her little boy with a battery.
"Gonna come. Oh god. Gonna..." and he could tell she was at her last thread. "oh William," she cried.
Spike's ears picked up. And so did his curiosity. He also tired to ignore the jealousy that was running through his dead veins. Because he was positive the boy in her bed wasn't good enough for her.
He wasn't even good enough for her.
"You were so right," he heard Dawn say. "You are talented."
Spike had enough and he cracked open the door.
"Get up here, you," she called to the mystery man in her bed.
"Yes ma'm," he replied with a familiar British accent.
But all Spike saw was a passionate kiss between a bleached head and a very gorgeous Dawn. He shut the door and walked out of the house.
He needed a drink.
R&R. Hoped you liked it.
