by TinPanAlley
He starts to lift her off his lap, but the slight movement hits just right for both of them and they both moan at the sensation. Spike pushes his forehead against hers for a second with his eyes closed. "Bloody hell," he mutters. After a moment, he gains composure and stands up with Dawn gathered in his arms. She laughs a little as he heads towards the bedroom. She feels so special as she nuzzles her nose into the crook of his neck, it's just like a fairy tale. You know, if the prince was a vampire and the princess was an ancient key to other dimensions of the world.
Once they enter the room and Spike lays her down gently on the bed, Dawn begins to get nervous. This is real. This is really real. It was one thing when it was heavy petting and kissing and whatever on the couch. But this was a whole different kind of thing. Spike must see the tension in her face because he lays down beside her and starts to stroke the side of her face, running his fingers from her temple to her chin. "We don't have to do this, love. Not if you don't want to."
Dawn is struck by the expression on his face. He's always been fairly gentle with her even when he was snarly and tied to a chair in Giles' living room all those years ago—Of course, there were times when he had lost it, but it was usually when he was trying to protect her. She had always been treated a little differently. However, now—the way he was looking at her—It was as if she was precious. This time though it wasn't because she was Buffy's sister or young or the key, but because she was Dawn and he loved her. She doesn't answer him with words, but raises her hand to his face, tracing it, trying to commit it to memory. Then, she reaches behind his head and tugs him down for a kiss. "I want this," she whispers in his mouth. "I want you."
Spike takes over the kiss, easing her mouth open with his tongue. His hand drifts down to her breast and he kneads it gently before pinching her nipple just enough. Dawn gasps as his mouth leaves hers to travel down her neck. His hand also begins to move down her body, grazing her side, before resting on her stomach. Dawn clutches at his shoulders and places small kisses on his forehead since it's the only bit of skin she can reach. She hears little whimpers and it takes her a moment before she realizes that they are coming from her. Spike's tongue is tracing the shell of ear and his hand is starting to unfasten her jeans. Dawn takes a breath and it gets Spike's attention. "Is this alright."
"Yes," Dawn breathes. Spike pulls the jeans off completely and Dawn shivers as the material wisps against her legs. She sits up and pulls his t-shirt from his jeans, hands trembling just slightly. "Your turn," she says with a grin. He helps her take the shirt off and Dawn stares almost comically at his naked chest,.
Spike looks down, "Uh, problem, pet?"
Dawn shakes her head slowly in wonder. It's silly, she's seen him with his shirt off before tons of times, thousands of times. But, she's struck by his beauty, he's like a sculpture. She can just imagine his reaction to that assessement. Oh, screw it. "You're beautiful," she tells him shyly.
But he doesn't make fun of her like she thought he would. Instead he smiles and says, "No, you're beautiful. Beautiful and finally mine." He groans as she brings her mouth to his chest, exploring every plane. Dawn revels in soft skin under her tongue. Her hands are everywhere, she worries about technique, but loves that she can touch him like this. There were so many times when she wanted to touch him, but held back. Now, she was going to make up for them all.
Published Defying Gravity — 11.08.2004
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