AN: Everyone is human. Though this basically stars Spike and Dawn... Spike kidnapped Dawn and things are happening. Enjoy.
Ever since her outburst with Spike, she had been quiet. It was either because she felt like a fool or wasn't too much into talking-she didn't know which. But as she started at him across the kitchen table while eating dinner, she decided to make the first move.
"Can I have a drink?" she asked boldly. Well, not too boldly when she thought back about it.
"You have some water right in front of you, pet. Want something else?"
"No," she started. "I mean. I mean can I have an alcoholic beverage?"
He gave her a quick look, up and down. She did say her birthday was soon. Almost 18. Almost legal. He shook that thought from his mind. The blonde had no idea where that came from. He almost felt as if he owed her something good.
"You ever drink before?" he asked suspiciously.
"I bet I can hold my liquor better than you," she smirked with a glint in her eye.
Spike couldn't say he didn't enjoy that evil shine. Made her seem feisty. A part of him really wanted to see her when she had no walls. Walking towards some cabinets, he grabbed a bottle of tequila and two shot glasses and placed one in front of her.
"That bet is on, little girl," he winked and poured the shots.
She drowned the first shot down with no grimace, but a smile. Seems like the brunette liked the burning down her throat; he could play on that.
After he put down his first, he went to the fridge and got out a lime and then salt.
"Why not make this a real party?"
Dawn's eyes twinkled again; she had such spark when she had alcohol in her. Spike admired that.
With four shots drowned, Dawn became a little more than tipsy. She figured it was from her massive loss of weight that made it harder to stay sober. Thus is why her shirt was unbutton to the bottom of her breast and Spike was licking salt out of the hallow of her collar bone. His nose ran against her bone with his tongue soaking in her skin behind it. She let out a moan, but it was muffled but the wedge of lime in her mouth. His mouth then came up to hers, sucking the juice out of the lime. His lips hovered over hers while doing so and captured the citrus fruit in his own mouth.
"You taste so good," he mumbled against the lime.
"My turn," she stated with mixed syllables while standing up and took their second bottle of tequila in her hand. "Grab the salt and the lime. I wanna go up stairs," the brunette slurred.
Sighing, he put the items in one hand and her in the other and helped her to the second floor. He led her to her room, but she counter led him to his own room.
"Yours," she pouted with a lip that he could nibble on which, of course, made him agree. His saucy little minx would get all of her wishes filled tonight. Spike wasn't as drunk as her, so it was easy for him to push her in the direction. He was just on the up side of tipsy-a place he's been often, and he can control himself at that level.
She jumped on the bed, her body bouncing with the mattress and all Spike could think about was how she looked so normal there. Holding the bottle to her lips, she guzzled down more of the tequila. He sauntered over to her and stripped off his shirt and placed himself in the sheets.
"Such a pretty princess," he commented while pushing back some tendrils of hair away from her face. Laying on her side, she gave him a watery smile while staring into his mesmerizing eyes. He liked her eyes. Bright blue eyes that pierced him from the inside out.
"Not pretty," she denied and broke the eye contact. Even while drunk, she knew the basics. Wasn't pretty, wasn't smart, wasn't as good as the next person. She was the example of what not to do.
His fingers brought her chin up to face his level and gave her a tiny up rise in his lips.
"You're bloody gorgeous," he declared.
Instead of saying anything, she took another sip letting the fire burn down her throat. Must not like compliments, he mused. He took her delicate hand in his and started to place open mouth kisses along her arm.
"One day, gonna have to show you," he kissed until a thick scar got into view, "just how wonderful you are." He lavished the deep wound with attention until he pulled back and looked at her eyes. With the alcohol buzzing in his system and more importantly hers, he thought it was the best time to ask the question.
"Why do you hurt yourself?"
With wide eyes, Dawn's heart raced to the panic of a heart attack. Emotions were running through her like an epidemic, but the alcohol running heavily through her veins blurred all the feelings into sadness.
"Feels better," her voice admitted with a hint of shame. "Makes me forget about all the shit for a while."
"What type of shit?" he asked, knowing that she'd never be free enough to tell him again.
"Daddy's little failure," came a small sniffle before she swallowed more of the bottle down. "Daddy blames mom's death on me. So does Bufe-Buffy. And dad's never home. No ones gonna rescue me."
Instead of letting him answer or letting her tears fall, she rolled her body on top of his and straddled him on his waist. Ducking her head down, she moistened a strip on his upper abs with her tongue and poured some salt on it. Next, she picked up a wedge in her mouth and kissed it into Spike's mouth. He accepted the fruit and held it with his teeth. She took a deep shot of the tequila, then sucked her kidnapper's skin dry of salt. With her hot tongue on his flesh, he moaned deeply, raising his hips to meet hers. This was heaven. Next, her mouth was on his, inhaling the acidic juice down her throat. Her face puckered as she spit out the lime and rested her body against his.
"Oh god," he groaned as she wiggled up and down his body. If she kept doing that, he was going to have messy pants.
Lips hung over each others before her pink tongue came and moistened them. With a quick twist of his torso, he was on top of her and she was below him, squirming from his hold on her wrists. While staring in her eyes, he snatched her lime juice tainted lips up into a fiery kiss that released a deep whimper in the back of her throat. Suddenly, the barriers were broken and she was reacting to him like she never reacted to a man before. Hands were flying everywhere as buttons flew from her shirt. Laying in her bra, he'd never seen anything so beautiful.
"Perfect," he commented before he captured her lips for the second time.
"Spike," Dawn wailed. It was the first time she spoke his name and it made him smirk. But it slapped what was happening in his face-a lustful relationship starting with another capture.
"No, Dawn," he halted and blocked the seizure of his lips by her. She gave him a confused and drunken glance.
"We can't-can't-do this." Can't fall in lust or love with another one he can't have. Can't pin over a girl years after she left him. Can't even start it. Too bad it was too bloody late to stop. Already fell for her. Such a bad, bad thing he did.
She nodded her head and bit her lower lip. He didn't want her. Thought she was nasty. Ugly. Wrong. Dirty. Just like all the rest. Drunken thoughts were rambling in her brain and she was shaking.
"Okay," came her trembling voice and she jumped out of the bed. Her trip to the bathroom was filled with running into objects and tears burning behind her eyes.
"Wait," he called, but it was too late. She already slammed the door.
The razor in her hand drew sloppy lines on flesh that leaked out her liquor induced blood. It puddled on her skin before it spilled over. The first drop hit the floor wile her body joined it.
After Spike willed the fire in his body, and pants, to calm down, he went to go put Dawn to bed. When he opened the door, he sighed and felt guilt enter his body. He caused her blood to spill. It was all his fault. Gauzing up the passed out girl's wounds, he gave them a small kiss.
"This is becoming too routine," he stated while picking her slim form into his arms. He then placed the damaged girl into her bed and covered her up.
"So sorry, love." he apologized. "But it's for the best."
Okay, and to just clear something up, in chapter 11, the reason Spike didn't help her is sort of explained in later chapters. He just didn't want to get involved yet.
And umm, I have nothing else to say, except I'm in a rut. And am currently stuck on Chapter 17. Hmm... Give me ideas, guys. R&R.
