by TinPanAlley
Spike's hands are in her hair, stroking lightly and lovingly as his tongue moves in lazy circles with her own. God, Dawn thinks, why did she wait so long to do this? As far as she's concerned, they can do this forever. No talking, no thinking, and no breathing, just sweet kisses to fill the hours of the day. His hands begin to tighten, holding her head as their kisses begin to get more urgent. Dawn tries not to breathe, she really does. She doesn't want to stop kissing him for a moment. She tries to breathe her nose, but the soft whistling sound that occurs is embarrassing. So, she eventually takes a breath before losing herself again in one of his mind-altering kisses. His fingers graze her cheekbone before lowering to her jaw. He angles her face so he can alternate between teasing pecks that drive her crazy and deep, carnal kisses that make her feel as if she's falling. It was a good thing she was sitting, she kept thinking. Right, no thinking.
Dawn can't believe it, the things he's doing with his tongue, his hands. Her body feels hot and tight, she's aware of his every touch. She has never been this aroused in her life and they've only been kissing. After a few moments, she begins to slowly explore his body as well. She threads her fingers through his hair and massages his scalp tenderly. She's surprised by the texture, it's not as crunchy as she thought it would be. It's not exactly soft, but it's smooth and feels good through her fingers. She resumes her petting with zest. Encouraged by the low moan Spike makes, she slides her hands down to his neck and around his shoulders, relishing in the strength of the muscles moving effortlessly beneath his thin t-shirt as she clutches him. She tentatively starts to climb onto his lap when he grabs her and pulls her body to his completely. Dawn gasps, she can feel him everywhere, even... Well, it's not like she's never does this before, but this is with Spike, and... oh God, he feels good.
Spike's hands move down her arms slowly, brushing the sides of her breasts, and skimming her ribcage almost ticking her before settling around her waist. Meanwhile, his lips leave hers briefly. Before she has time to mourn their loss, he's pressing gentle kisses to her cheeks and forehead. "God, Dawn, you taste so sweet. Better than I imagined," he murmured.
Dawn notices that he calls her "Dawn" again. She loves the pet names he has for her, but being "Dawn" feels so much more grown-up. She shivers as his cool fingers creep under her shirt, touching her bare skin. He looks up at her as he does so, "Is this alright?"
She looks into his eyes and this time it isn't funny. This is a man who has risked his life for her so many times, a man who makes her laugh, and a man who loves her. "It's more than alright." They smile at each other and Spike raises her arms, pulls her t-shirt over her head. Dawn has always been slightly embarrassed by her bust size, but Spike doesn't seem to agree as he stares hungrily at her chest.
"You're beautiful," he says reverently. Spike reaches out and cups her breasts while his thumbs brush against her nipples lightly. Dawn closed her eyes to the sensation. "No, don't close your eyes," Spike beseeches. "I want you to see me, know it's me touching you, tasting you, loving you."
Published Defying Gravity — 26.07.2004
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