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.


As the night progressed, more bottles of alcohol had been opened and poured. They went from sangria to some straight up vodka. William was impressed on how Dawn could hold her alcohol, but Spike just smirked. He was, after all, the one who would have shot contests with her and let her have little sips of whatever he was having. A grin came to his face as he remembered her sixteenth birthday where he bought Dawn her first fruity drink-sex on the beach. And her eighteenth where he got her so shitfaced that she had no clue where she was when she woke up. (She also claimed to have a hangover for three days.)

"I think," Dawn slurred as she took another sip of her drink, "you guys are trying to get me drunk."

A faux shocked face came upon William's features.

"Us? Trying to get you drunk? Where ever did you get that idea?" he retorted with an evil glint in his eyes.

"If I didn't know better, I'd think there was a sche-schem-plan going on here," she stumbled out with narrowed eyes as she looked at both of her men.

An almost guilty stricken Spike shook his head and winked.

"Oh, pet, you're just being paranoid," he reassured. "But why don't we take this to the living room."

After helping her stand and walk to the couch, they sat her in-between both of them. William put his hand behind her head and Spike had his fingers through her hair again. William's hands slipped down to her shoulders and began rubbing them.

"You're so tight," he murmured as he started to work his magic. "Want a massage?" A moan came from her lips while she tilted her head for better access.

"Uhuh," she mumbled and twisted on the couch so her back was facing him. With her feet stretched in Spike's lap, he began to massage them, also.

"Enjoyin' this, pet?" Spike asked while his hands moved up and down her calf, turning any muscle she previously had into jello.

"Yeah, 's better than a dream," she groaned as William touched a sensitive spot at the nape of her neck. Feeling herself getting turned on by their actions, she tried to rub her legs, to create friction. This didn't help as he hit the spot again.

"Like that, do you now?" he asked as he licked it. Turning to mush, she lost all control of her actions.

"Why don't we take your pants off, love," Spike suggested and she quickly agreed. He helped her slip of her pants as she arched up off the couch. Throwing them on the floor, he continued what he was doing.

Spike was working her legs, placing open mouth kisses from her toes to her knees. When he reached the inside of her thighs, he sucked the tender skin that was there.

The feeling of his rough tongue on her smooth skin set her off. Plus William was at the back of her, licking and sucking her neck. Spike was so close. If she could just scoot down the couch, then Spike's mouth would be at...

"Uhhh," she moaned while William took off her shirt and began lavishing her breast.

Spike's mouth tore from her puckered skin as he looked up at her moaning. Her face turned in pleasure. Opening her eyes, she saw Spike's smile. Putting her hands around his head, she brought him up to her level and started nipping at his lips.

Her breathing became heavy and he could tell she was close to losing her mind.

"Bedroom?" he asked. Her reply was a nod. Giving a look to William, they both carried her to the bedroom with big smiles on their face.

Their plan worked.


Got out of my writer's block. And just to let you know, the story is going to end on, maybe, not such a happy note. Then I might write a sequal to it. Hmm, how do you want this to end?

R&R, please.