The walk home from Spike's seemed so short, I was very relieved that neither Willow or Faith were home. I didn't want to explain why I was wearing Spike's shirt. I probably would have started to cry again
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The sun had been down for a while now. Passions had been on for half an hour nearly, and Dawn wasn't here. I paced back and forth, wondering what to do. Maybe she'd just decided to stay at home. Avoid me. It'd be sensible. But on the other hand, what if she was in trouble?
Sod it, I couldn't stay here. I left the TV on so Dawn would know I'd only popped out if she showed up, and I headed outside. That's when I heard a thin but unmistakeable cry.
"Spike!"
It was Dawn. Dawn was in trouble.
I felt all my blood rush to my head, and before I even saw the vampires my face was in game mode. Dawn was lying by a gravestone, and I grabbed the vamp who'd thrown her there.
"Don't you sodding dare touch her," I shouted. "You alright, bit?" I asked, looking round, and was astonished to see Dawn kicking one of them hard.
I stared at Dawn, my mouth open. She had moved with such grace. Not like a slayer, she hadn't reminded me at all of Buffy, thank God, but she had moved like someone who knew what they were doing, and it was poetry in motion.
"Dawn," I said. "Bloody..." No, that wasn't strong enough. "Fucking hell, love, that was amazing!" And now my wide mouthed stare turned into a face-splitting grin. I punched her on the shoulder lightly. "How did you do that?"
I looked down at Dawn seriously. "Sure this is what you want, pet?" She nodded.
I was beginning to think that I'd made a serious mistake. Not because it didn't feel right, but because it did. We weren't just going to be able to forget this, and that could spell a whole world of hurt for both of us.
But, God, I couldn't stop, not when she was looking at me like that.
I stood up and took off my clothes. I didn't feel any shame; I've never been embarrassed about my body, because frankly, it's pretty damn good. Dawn's eyes widened a little at the sight of my hardness. Didn't reckon she'd seen one of those before, and I was glad. I'd never been anyone's first before, though, and it made me a bit anxious. But not anxious enough to stop climbing onto the bed and straddling her, looking down on her perfect naked body.
"This might hurt a bit at first, love," I said, "but I'll do my best to treat you right."
His words were so soft I almost didn't hear him, he looked down at me with such care that I thought I would cry. He parted my thighs and I could feel the tip of him against my entrance
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"Oh, love," I said. She felt so tight and good, but the tears on her face made my heart break. I kissed away her tears, stroking her softly. "Never want to hurt you."
I reached down between us and touched her clit, hoping that stimulation there would make this easier. I stroked it gently, making her moan softly, and I felt her muscles stretch and accommodate me a little more.
Oh, this was so good; I could hardly stand it. I started to move a little faster. I couldn't help it. I was thrusting now, my hips moving almost of their own accord, and I groaned, looking down at her beautiful face.
He reached between us and rubbed my clit, I moaned, it still hurt but it was starting not to matter because it also felt so good. So unbelievably good that I just wanted to pause the feeling and never let it go.
It was weird that the pain was a part of the reason it did feel good.
He started to move faster, and faster I just watched him, doing everything I could to keep watching him. His face it was so beautiful and his eyes were closed. I moved my hips in time with his; god it was so good, the pain just didn't matter anymore.
He asked if it was ok, "Better than ok," I moaned out as he continued thrusting, continued rubbing my swollen clit in circles. I was going to die, I just knew it, it was a sin to feel this good.
I clutched his back and pulled him down, I needed to kiss him, I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist and plunged my tounge into his mouth, he tasted so good. He felt so good inside.
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Sod it, I couldn't stay here. I left the TV on so Dawn would know I'd only popped out if she showed up, and I headed outside. That's when I heard a thin but unmistakeable cry.
"Spike!"
It was Dawn. Dawn was in trouble.
I felt all my blood rush to my head, and before I even saw the vampires my face was in game mode. Dawn was lying by a gravestone, and I grabbed the vamp who'd thrown her there.
"Don't you sodding dare touch her," I shouted. "You alright, bit?" I asked, looking round, and was astonished to see Dawn kicking one of them hard.
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"Dawn," I said. "Bloody..." No, that wasn't strong enough. "Fucking hell, love, that was amazing!" And now my wide mouthed stare turned into a face-splitting grin. I punched her on the shoulder lightly. "How did you do that?"
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"I lived with Buffy for 5 years while she was a slayer. I've spent a lot of time with you, and you think I haven't picked up on how to defend myself?"
I raised a brow at him.
"I'm not a helpless kid anymore Spike. I haven't been a helpless little kid in a long time, and a lot of that is because of you."
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"Sure this is what you want, pet?"
She nodded.
I was beginning to think that I'd made a serious mistake. Not because it didn't feel right, but because it did. We weren't just going to be able to forget this, and that could spell a whole world of hurt for both of us.
But, God, I couldn't stop, not when she was looking at me like that.
I stood up and took off my clothes. I didn't feel any shame; I've never been embarrassed about my body, because frankly, it's pretty damn good. Dawn's eyes widened a little at the sight of my hardness. Didn't reckon she'd seen one of those before, and I was glad. I'd never been anyone's first before, though, and it made me a bit anxious. But not anxious enough to stop climbing onto the bed and straddling her, looking down on her perfect naked body.
"This might hurt a bit at first, love," I said, "but I'll do my best to treat you right."
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I reached down between us and touched her clit, hoping that stimulation there would make this easier. I stroked it gently, making her moan softly, and I felt her muscles stretch and accommodate me a little more.
Oh, this was so good; I could hardly stand it. I started to move a little faster. I couldn't help it. I was thrusting now, my hips moving almost of their own accord, and I groaned, looking down at her beautiful face.
I wanted her so much.
"Is this ok?" I whispered hoarsely.
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It was weird that the pain was a part of the reason it did feel good.
He started to move faster, and faster I just watched him, doing everything I could to keep watching him. His face it was so beautiful and his eyes were closed. I moved my hips in time with his; god it was so good, the pain just didn't matter anymore.
He asked if it was ok, "Better than ok," I moaned out as he continued thrusting, continued rubbing my swollen clit in circles. I was going to die, I just knew it, it was a sin to feel this good.
I clutched his back and pulled him down, I needed to kiss him, I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist and plunged my tounge into his mouth, he tasted so good. He felt so good inside.
"God, don't stop."
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