by TinPanAlley
Dawn wraps her arms around Spike's back as her tongue continues to make designs on his chest. Her hands drift down slowly to the small of his back and her fingers splay against his ass. She relishes his hiss of pleasure as she squeezes lightly. Her mouth travels to his nipple and she licks it tentatively. Spike's hands thrust into her hair as he moans, holding her mouth to his chest. Catching on, Dawn draws it into her mouth and sucks on it earnestly.
Spike elicits a low groan at first, but gasps as she nibbles on the nipple gently. "Fuck! Where'd you learn that? Does he still live in town? Can I kill him?"
She chuckled, "No one person. Just learning through discovery and all that." She runs her fingernails down his chest as he moans again. "It seems to be working pretty well so far, don't you think?" she asks as she scrapes her teeth along his earlobe.
She squeals as Spike grabs her by the shoulders and pushes her back down on the bed. "Very well," he says as he grinds his hardness against her and it's her turn to gasp. He moves down her body, leaving kisses in his wake before resting between her legs. He lets a finger trace the waistband of her panties before letting it slide down, running it over her clit, feeling the wetness there. Her hips buck up uncontrollably, as she makes a tiny sound in the back of her throat. With a wicked grin, he follows the same trail with his tongue. She balls her fists in the sheets as currents of pleasure run through her.
"Tastes so good, love," Spike whispers as he continues to lick her through her panties, his hands holding her thighs apart as she starts to twist underneath him. She cries out as he starts to suck lightly through the fabric, his hands sliding underneath her to bring her closer to his mouth. Her hands find their way into his hair, her fingers gripping his head, trying to hold him to her. She feels him suck her clit harder into his mouth and is overcome by the sight of his blond head between her thighs. Her eyes close tightly as pressure begins to build. She bites her lip to hold in her screams, but she feels them falling from her mouth. "Oh God, Spike, what are you doing to me? Don't stop, I'm gonna..."
He scrapes his teeth against her lightly, "Yeah, that's it. Come for me, love," he pleads softly. Suddenly, she feels herself falling over the edge, her body tightening deliciously, his name on her lips as she comes. Spike continues to lick her with long, soothing swipes of his tongue as tremors continue to shake her body. Spike loops his thumbs under the waistband of her panties and removes them quickly. Then, he immediately puts his mouth back on her, lapping up any of her juices he might have missed. Slowly, he rises back up on his knees, gazing at her, his hand gently rubbing her hip.
Despite everything, she unconsciously brings her hands up to cover herself. Spike shakes his head and catches her hands in his, "No, don't hide from me. I just want to look at you for a minute, is that alright?" Dawn nodded shyly. "I've been dreaming of this for so long now, Dawn. Dreamed of how beautiful you would be. I would wake up reaching for you and realize I was alone. I've never wanted anyone the way I want you."
Dawn feels a lump grow in her throat, as tears fill her eyes. Spike stares at her, "What is it, love?"
Dawn shakes her head and laughs a little, "It's silly... I just, I guess I never really believed anyone could love me this way. I mean, you know, I know Buffy loves me and Willow and Xander and everyone, but this kind of love... I dreamed of this moment too. And now that it's here, I'm just... I'm so happy. You've made me so happy."
Spike smiles tenderly as he wipes her tears away with the pad of his thumb. "This is real, Dawn. It took us a bit of time to get here, but we made it. This is forever." He holds her face in his hands, kissing her deeply, wanting to prove how much he loves her.
Dawn returns the kiss, sliding her hands around his waist before letting one hand move down to cup the hard bulge in his jeans, causing Spike to growl, "There's my good girl." Growing bolder, Dawn allows herself to stroke him gently.
"Does that feel good?" she asks a little uncertainly.
"Yes," Spike says through clenched teeth, putting his hand over hers, showing her the rhythm he likes. Spike throws his head back, "Oh, my sweet girl. So good, it's so good."
Dawn grinned, payback was going to be fun.
Published Defying Gravity — 25.08.2004
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