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It took some talking to get Dru to let the idea of Dawn go for the time being. But even after I'd worked it out of her head, it was a different business all together working it out of mine. For some reason, I couldn't think about anything else. Wild images played across my brain, forbidden desires came to play, triggered by Dru's encouragement

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After spending all day around Giles and Angel and the rest, I finally wish everyone good night and climb upstairs. Of course, Angel was asleep already and would probably be waking up soon, so I decide to get some alone time on the town before he gets up. Because I doubt he's going to be staying in the basement another day, will probably go and get himself a hotel room like he said earlier

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I follow the scent for a little and pick up another one, just as recognizeable, but very faint in comparison. Buffy. Damn her for making me feel this way, damn them both. Those Summers' women have done it to me, skewed me so I don't even know which way's up.

I draw closer and I see her and I growl travels up my throat. Dru is right about one thing, little Dawny isn't a child anymore. That's for damn sure.

I come up next to her without any kindof warning, hoping for the chance to see her jump a little.

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One thing's for sure, I'm never going to stop twitching at shadows. I jump aside and almost go for the stake in my pocket when I recognize the blonde hair and trademark trenchcoat.

"Oh. It's you." I hope I sound careless although I don't know why I'm trying to hurt him. It's not like he even cares. The display in his crypt last night showed me that.

"If you don't mind. I was actually going somewhere." When careless fails, try for angry. Actually, might as well do angry because there isn't really any need to try. I shove my hands deeper into my pockets and stare at Spike.

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She jumps a little and it gets me off on the right foot, givin the girl a little look over. I do wonder what she was thinking when she got dressed up in that outfit.

"Oh. It's you."

She wants to cop an attitude, eh? Well now, I can deal with that. Ain't plannin on giving little miss an inch tonight. I smirk a little. "It is me."

She lashes out at me, and who could blame her, I'm acting like a first class bastard. I step out infront of her, cutting into her path.I let my tone come out playful with just a hint of mockery. "Oh is that so? And where were you going?"

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"Well, they don't exactly know, do they?" I smile a little. "I'm still little Dawnie to them, they need to protect me from the evil of the world and all. If they knew I was sneaking out, they'd probably put bars on my window or something."

Because god forbid Dawnie ever goes out after dark. I mean, Buffy was my age when she became the Slayer and I can't even go to the Bronze without a four-person entourage.

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"well we don't want that, then how would you have your fun?"

I may actually have better places to be right now, but for some reason I don't want to be there, I want to be walking with Dawn. I'll blame it on the jeans. Could be.

I couldn't stop thinking about all the things Dru had put in my head. I couldn't deny I wanted things. But they'd never happen, as much as I could make it happen, I wouldn't. Something about Dawn stopped the monster in me dead cold.

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"Drugs in the water," I say simply. Sometimes I blame Spike for my sense of humor. Sometimes it's just a little too morbid to be me.

Although I don't really feel like me tonight. Which is nice for a change. It's nice with Spike because I can not worry about anything and just forget about stuff for a while. Enjoy the company and stuff.

We're approaching the Bronze, so I grab onto Spike's sleeve and slip through the crowd, pulling him behind me. Sometimes being small helps. We're in before most of the people who were there before us.

I drag him to the bar and climb onto a stool, grinning. "Buy me a drink?" I grin.

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I follow her through the crowd, clothes have given her a little cheekiness and she cuts straight through the crowd and upto the bar. When she sits up at the bar I sit down next to her and give a little shrug.

"Do I look like I have the money to waste on a drink?"

I lean on the bar and take a look around the idiots in the room. Day I get this chip out I'm going to have a real party here.

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As Spike kisses me I know I'm not little Dawnie to him anymore. No one kisses their little sister like that. Or at all. His lips are cool and he tastes like night air and something sharp and spicy.

Me. At the Bronze. Kissing Spike.

Right now, my only regret is that guy on Halloween. I liked him, but if I'd known, I would've waited, for Spike to be my first kiss. Instead, I chose some amateur vampire. But it doesn't matter now. All that matters is that all those fantasies I'd fallen asleep to were turning real.

"Uh huh," is all I can manage because I'm totally breathless, speechless, everything. Numb and totally exploding at the same time. I slip my free hand inside of his jacket and rest it lightly on his chest, feeling the hard muscle underneath. Something inside me is twisting, deep and low, makes my breath catch and all I can do is stare at Spike's face, feeling his cool skin under my fingertips.

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I pull her body in close to mine, the idea of her has me completely aroused and I want her to feel it. With my hand on her ass I press her hips closer and trail my kisses to her neck, doting on the soft skin there, feeling her pulse pound under my lips.

I feel her hand on my skin and it nearly burns me. I want to take her so badly, I want to guide her to the back of the club and take her against an alley wall.

But I know something about first times, and I know this is her's. This has got to be on her terms, so as far as any of that goes, she's calling the shots.

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Spike pulls me closer and I can feel the entire length of his body pressed against mine. I feel really small compared to him, he's taller than me and he's all muscle, and... woah. I can feel... something... pushing against my hip, and while I'm not an expert, I'm not a kid, either and I've spent a lot of time around Anya, so I pretty much get it.

Wow.

His lips on my neck make my heart skip beats occasionally because, hello, he's a vampire and we all know where vampires bite. But I trust him, I know he wouldn't hurt me. He's my Spike.

My dancing has been reduced to a slow sway, a little circling of the hips. I tilt my head to the side instinctively to allow him easier access and slide my hand around his waist, pulling him closer. My body reacts to his in strange, unfamiliar ways and I let a low sound escape my throat, my hand tightening on the back of his neck.

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While I'm pretty sure tonight isn't the night she'll let me go there, if I get to go there at all, that is...no harm in doing a little feeling around, I figure. I press her hips in on mine so she knows just how hard she's got me. That's right Dawny, you have that bloody effect on a man.

I kiss her neck deeply and I can feel it makes her a little nervous so I smirk and nip at her skin gently, no fangs. No use pretending I'm not thinking about it. I don't quite know if I don't because she wouldn't like it, or if I don't because of the chip.

I slide one hand slowly up her back and around the front to cup one of those luscious, ripe breasts. I idly wonder if I'm the first guy to have a have his hands on one.