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RATING: R
PAIRING: Dawn/Spike
SUMMARY: Dawn has a surprise or two for Spike.
SETTING: Season 7
WARNINGS and or SPOILERS: Sexual situations.
First and Unforgiving
by Eris © 2005 - All rights reserved.
Late one night she snuck out of her room, out of the house and as she expected he was waiting leaning against a light post casually puffing on his cigarette.
“S’late. What you doin’ out of the house?” he asked automatically. “Tired of all the wall to wall estrogen?”
Surprisingly she smirked and replied, “Yes.”
His cigarette fell from his mouth into his leather jacket and he jumped and patted himself until it fell to the ground clear and he stamped it out with a big black boot.
She chuckled, “You coming?” and walked off down the sidewalk.
He trailed her as if being pulled on a lead like a pet. They wound their way along the streets to the cemetery and finally to his crypt and down to the underground bedchamber.
“Well, here we are Nibblet,” he said once they arrived. The room was alight only by flickering candles.
“Don’t call me that,” she barked as she took in the surprisingly inviting air.
“Right. Big night. That’s a childish nickname. No kids here. So…Luv… What’s it to be then?”
She crossed over to him and scrutinized him from head to toe, “I want to know what she sees in you,” she replied flatly then kissed him willingly and deep.
He returned the kiss passionately and eagerly ran his hands over her body, then light as a feather, picked her up and carried her to his bed.
He was the perfect gentleman and undressed her, caressed her, worshipped her, and did his very best to make it memorable as a first time should be. Not awkward and clumsy like most adolescent encounters truly are.
Early that morning when she was sleek from sweat, sore, and near exhaustion she finally surrendered calling it quits. “Is that everything?”
He retrieved a big fluffy pillow and reclined. His answer would probably have come out slightly out of breathe if he had needed it. “Pretty much passed the beginner’s class with flying colors, sugar plum.”
“Okay,” she replied indifferent now and reached for her clothes. She watched him watch her as she dressed and replayed their time together. She had wanted to know what Buffy saw in him. Why she would let him do those things to her. Even hurt her yet still trust him and defend him.
She turned to him and took in the vision of him in the candlelight, surrounded all in white like an angel, “I get it now,” and gave him a knowing smile, “but you‘re not forgiven.” Then with all her might, she staked him.
For what seemed like an eternity, she sat and stared at the pile of ash that discolored all the whiteness. She would never forget this place, her first time, or the look on his face; one of surprise mixed with disappointment yet understanding. Finally, she moved about the empty chamber and completed her task by upsetting the candles then climbed the ladder and returned to the land of the living.
Back at the house, she closed the window to her bedroom still contemplating. She staked him. He dusted. And no one would be the wiser. No one would ever suspect, but would they mourn? Only time would tell.
~ fin ~
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