Title:
Brace yourself.
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire
Slayer
Pairing(s): Dawn/Xander
Prompt:
lemming
For Sars
Author's Note: Ok. This is Shippy. It's post series, so
Dawn is of age. But if you aren't into Dawn/Xander then don't read
it. I happen to like it, but then again I'll ship Dawn with anyone
lol.
"I am not a lemming!" She hated raising her voice, hated yelling at him like this but he was being such a … a retard!
Dawn had been so excited when Xander had shown up in Rome; he'd been in South America or something since Sunnydale imploded on itself and she'd missed him. Even if he'd just been all 'carry out Buffy's orders' back in Sunnydale. She hadn't ever actually apologized for tasering him; but she didn't think he held it against her.
Now a week later he was going off on her about her behavior with her friends. Like it was so wrong of her to want to be liked, to take Marie's advice to get Paulo to notice her. She wasn't a lemming!
"Yes you are! Look at you, you practically have 'I'm a slutty tramp' written on your forehead."
She felt like she'd been slapped. Ok, so her outfit was't virgin mary material here but she did not look like a tramp. Buffy didn't let her out of the house looking like a tramp and her sister had barely looked at her outfit before going off to meet Mr. Immortal jackass.
Dawn tried holding back the tears and she couldn't so she turned her back on him. Why was Xander doing this to her, he hadn't cared what she did back in Sunnydale, she'd just been a little kid and now suddenly he was trying to make her feel like crap? How was that fair. It didn't help that her crush on him definitely hadn't gone away.
"What's your problem Xander? Huh? Why are you being such an asshole?"
She heard a frustrated groan from behind her and then she was being turned around and kissed, thoroughly kissed by Xander and then his lips were gone and she stared at him.
"Because, I don't want anyone else doing that. Ever."
Dawn just nodded numbly and licked her lips, "Okay."
There was another groan from his lips and she was pulled closer again, now if this wasn't something new – she didn't know what was. She pulled back and glared at him and then she kicked him in the shin.
"I'm not a lemming."
He grunted a response that sounded like 'ouch' and nodded and then he kissed her again. See she totally wasn't a lemming.
