The Sin Called Desire

I can't stop thinking about her. She's all I think about now. I spend the hours and minutes wondering what she's doing. I want to see her. I need to see her. I need to go deeper this time, play a game that she'll never forget. It'll be our game, the game that she asks for every time I see her, and the game that'll drive her crazy when she's tired of fooling around. The game that'll end up with her begging me to finish her off, the game of control, self-control, how much she has and how much it'll take to break it. It's our sin, the desire that overtakes us every time skin touches skin, and tongue on tongue.

I'm pacing around my motel room, which is small, and I find that I need to release this energy sparked by my unfulfilled desire to fuck Dawn's brains out. I'm pacing and thinking, grunting and thinking. I stop for the moment to look at my bed, our bed, the bed where I took her virginity, where I claimed her as my own. I can't help but remember how tight she was, how she barely could handle one finger. But when it came down to giving her something to remember, to remember her first time, I gave her that second finger and made her scream. I licked her clean and kissed her passionately. I told her I loved her then I let her sleep as I watched in admiration.

I lay on the bed face down and hold the pillow tight as I imagine that it's Dawn that I'm holding. Her smile and her eyes are what are haunting me at this moment. I smile into the pillow as I imagine what her reaction will be when I introduce her to the game I want to play with her. I laugh at the imaginable reaction on her face when I convince her with a grin, and when I have her face pressed up against my breasts and kiss her on the top of her head. How can she even say no to something that I know would get her hot? She'll say yes, she can't say no to personal alone time with me. Experience tells me so, and I know that I'm right.

I need to plan this perfectly. I know that we can't do this at her house…we'd be caught in a second. Dawn isn't exactly great at staying quiet, so I guess the fun starts at my place, which is a much better idea. I tilt my head to the side and smile as I think of her, and how the hell am I going to get a good enough excuse to get her out of the house and me alive. It won't be that difficult, I say to myself, Dawn's usually good at coming up with great excuses. She could just use that same old excuse to going to a friend's house kinda thing.

It's lame and predictable, but Buffy will fall for it. I just wonder how I'm gonna get out of slaying. Well, I guess I can use the usual excuse of being sick, that always works. Just hope it doesn't backfire on me. It won't backfire and even if it does, it'll be worth every thrust I get between her thighs and every moan and deep sigh that I get from each of those thrusts. I need her. I need to have her near. Whatever the consequences, it'll be worth it. I'll die one happy slayer.

I turn on to my back and watch the dirty ceiling as I think about Dawn. I want to see her tonight. I think I will because I know that I can't go another minute without the thought of her lips against mine. So I get up, grab my jacket and my key, and I go out the door and into the night. I'm sure that Dawn will be home, probably doing homework.