AN: 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.
Enjoy.
BY THE WAY, I never figured Spike to be souled. He could be, but it never became important because I always think of Spike as unsouled. So, yeah.
"Ah, home sweet home," she said as she switched the lights on.
When she moved out of Buffy's house and into her own, Dawn felt sudden satisfaction. It was like she had finally grown up. There was nothing holding her back. Sure it was good for the whole sex thing; no one around to tell her she was too loud except her roommate. It was nice, to say the least.
Holding his hand, she pulled William into her. But she pulled too hard and he crashed into her, causing her to fall to the ground.
"Oops," she giggled.
William helped her up and let her rest his weight on her.
"You're smashed, love," he said while running his cold fingers through her hair. "And you're upset. Let's throw you in the tub."
Picking her up, he places one hand under her legs and the other behind her back and takes her to the shower. In his arms, she snuggles her head under his chin and mews. When he gets to the shower, he places her down and strips her clothes off. Putting them in a pile, he turns on the water.
"I want it really hot," she murmurs. "And I want bubbles."
He gives her a smirk and pours Mr. Bubbles into the bath. She jumps in the tub and moans as the water hits her. Skin turns pink as the heat gets to it.
Spike was pissed off. Hell, he was more than pissed off. And he was tired of playing the apathetic role. This vampire had a hot temper and, by god, he was going to show it.
He kicked the door open and stomped in her apartment. Hearing the shower run, he sprinted up the stairs and to the bathroom only to find...
"Bloody hell!"
"Damn."
Dawn looked over and saw William and Spike staring at each other. Having them so close, she could notice the differences in them. Spike looked older, more mature-if that was even possible-and William looked more younger. It could have been the makeup and clothing, though. They started to growl at each other and Dawn hopped out of the tub, bubbles everywhere.
"Dawn," Spike sputtered when he saw her. All of her.
"You're nude, pet," William said while wrapping a fluffy, white towel around her. She moaned when he accidentally touched her breast. Licking her lips, she cuddled her body next to William's.
"What the fuck is going on here?" Spike asked eyeing the chemistry that was playing right in front of his eyes.
Dawn smiled.
"William meet Spike. And Spike... meet William. Your former self."
Another short chapter, or at least, I think. Anyway, R&R please.
