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Chapter Six: Now I'm Back for More
Knock, knock knock
She wasn't sure why she was here. That's not true. She knew why she was here, she just didn't know why she was here.
It's not like she was anyone special. She used to be. Special, that is. She used to be a mystical green, glowy key that opened all gates to all dimensions and brought about hell on earth. That's kinda special. Scary, but special.
But now she's just a girl. Just an everyday, average girl. Who was about to... what? Lose her virginity to the guy she'd been crushing on for as long as she could remember? Have sex with her friend's husband? Make love to the hottest guy on Earth who happened to be her pseudo-guardian angel slash friend?
And why can't he just open the door already?
He has to be here, he just has to.
He wouldn't tell her to be here and then stand her up, would he?
No, Spike would never...
Unless it was an end-of-the-world type deal. But wouldn't she have heard? True, Buffy hadn't been home when she'd left. Thank goodness, because it was hard enough sneaking out in this outfit past Mom, she'd never have gotten past Buffy.
Mom thought she was coming over here to spend the night watching chick flicks with Willow...
If she only knew... Better she doesn't.
She checked her reflection in the oval glass. She'd debated her clothing options since she got home last night. What does one wear to a de-virgining? After much debate, she'd settled on a lacy cadet blue mini-dress with a scooped neckline and a lacy piece like a choker around the neck. It was sophisticated, yet girly. Perfect for...
"'Lo, Bit."
Gulp.
There he stood, in the doorway, one hand high on the door holding it open. Spike. Really hot Spike. Wearing a suit Spike!
"Wow."
He smiled at that. "Right back atcha."
She looked down. Yup, she was still dressed. Still standing even. Not melted into a puddle of glowy green goo on the porch.
"This old thing?" she said, smiling and coy.
He chuckled and grabbed her hand. "Let's go."
"Go?"
"Yup, LA. Taking my girl for a night on the town."
My girl.
"Where's Willow?"
"Studyin'. Over at the dorms with Tara and a buncha kids from her advanced calculus class."
"Does she know we're -"
Spike stopped and turned to Dawn. "Yes, Bit, she knows. Hell, she made the reservations. You know I'd never do anythin' without her knowin'."
Dawn stared at her shoes. "I know, it's just-"
"You wanna talk to 'er?"
She looked into his face and smiled, "Yes, please."
Spike took her hand and pulled her the rest of the way to his car, and in less than ten minutes, they were outside Seymour Hall at UC Sunnydale. Spike seemed to know exactly where they were going. Up two flights of stairs and down a long hallway to a big common area in the dorm. He stopped on the other side of the room from the group of quietly studying students and didn't say a word, but Willow and Tara both seemed to know that they were there and turned as one. Both women jumped up and came running over to the pair, smiling.
"Hey, Dawnie! You look great!" Tara said, pulling Dawn into a hug. Willow kissed Spike then turned to Dawn.
"What's up? Or, let me guess. You want my approval or permission or whatever to go on a date with my husband?" She was smiling a huge, mischievous smile.
Dawn blushed a deep crimson and "eep"d and looked at the floor.
"It's okay, Sweetie," Willow assured her, taking her hands and holding them. "We talked about this. You understand Spike's intentions, right?"
"I - um, I think so."
"Gonna be my girl," Spike whispered, loud enough for only the four of them to hear. "Gonna be mine and only mine. Gonna be my childe. You and Willow."
Dawn looked more and more nervous and Willow thought she knew how to fix this.
"Dawnie, come over here a minute." She pulled Dawn away, over to the other side of the room; closer to the bathrooms but still away from her study group. She pulled Dawn into a hug and when she did, she whispered, "Watch Tara and Spike."
The two in question had begun talking when Willow and Dawn had walked away. They were obviously very comfortable together. Tara was giving Spike one of her rare seductive smiles and Spike was flashing those blue eyes and licking his lips and Dawn was getting that melty feeling again.
"Don't you think Spike can love more than one person at a time?" Willow whispered in her ear. Dawn couldn't take her eyes off Spike and Tara. Tara moved in a little closer and Spike slipped an arm around her waist. When Tara looked up, Spike lowered his head and gave her the sweetest kiss Dawn had ever witnessed.
"So, I'm not special? He does this with -" Dawn questioned.
Willow turned Dawn around to face her. "No, Dawnie, you are special. You are Spike's chosen childe. He picked you Dawn, only you. The sex, it's just sex, Sweetie, and you'll understand what I mean by that later. But Spike wants a relationship with you. He doesn't let in many people, but those he does, we fill certain roles in his life. I am his mate. Angel is his sire. Tara is his... well, I think maybe Tara is William's soulmate. I think she's a lot like what Spike was before he was turned. They... connect." Willow let out a little giggle. "And I'm all right with that, more than all right - I even get to watch." She giggled again. "And you, Dawn, you are his childe. You may not be a vampire yet, but you and he have this... I don't know how to explain it. But you belong to him. Don't you feel it?"
Dawn blushed again, nodding.
"And Spike has more than enough love for all of us, don't you think?"
Dawn nodded again.
"I know Tara's been a little nervous that Spike may not want her in his life as much now that he has you."
Dawn looked stricken. "But - we'll always need Tara!"
Willow smiled, "That's just what I told her. Now, don't tell Spike I told you this but he's a little nervous about tonight."
"Oy!" came a shout from Spike that was directed at Willow. Damn vampire hearing. She dismissed him with a wave of her hand.
"He still thinks you might be too young yet to understand what you're getting into."
Dawn looked over toward Spike - who was pointedly not looking at her.
"Dawn," Willow continued, "You don't have to do this - not now. You don't have to do anything you're not ready to do. But... well, you look all grown up to me and you know how Spike feels about other people touching his possessions... "
Dawn smiled, "Am I one of his possessions?"
Willow looked over to where Spike had his arms wrapped around Tara with his bumpy face buried in her neck. She smiled, "I think we all are."
After a few polite and slightly awkward goodbyes, Spike took Dawn's hand again and led her to the stairwell.
"So, um -" Dawn begin nervously, "Where are we going tonight?"
Spike raised her hands and kissed the knuckles. "Treatin' my girl to a night on the town. Goin' to LA, gonna see a friend."
Dawn stopped in her tracks, "Not Angel?"
Spike smiled, "No, childe, not Angel. But you're goin' ta hafta get used to 'im since he's gonna be yer grandsire one day."
"Does he know that?" Dawn asked with a smile.
He had the grace to duck his head, "Well, no. Not yet. It's not that I'm ashamed of ya or any-"
"I know," Dawn interrupted, "It's just that he's the big caveman protector of the universe and he'll threaten to stake you if you touch Buffy's baby sister."
They were at the car now and Spike stopped, turning them so that Dawn was leaning against the car and he was leaning into her. "Baby Girl, you ain't nobody's baby anythin' but mine. You got that?"
A deep blush crossed Dawn's face and down her neck as Spike's hands caressed her cheeks. His fingers wove through her hair and he brought her face toward him as he leaned down to her. The kiss he gave her should have melted her body and left her a mass of quivering jelly on the blacktop of the parking lot, and she was happily surprised when it didn't. Spike took a step backward and opened the car door, then helped her get settled into the passenger seat. After he shut the door behind her, as he was walking around to the driver's side, he adjusted himself inside his pants and muttered, "Gonna be a long, long evening."
The drive to Los Angeles passed quicker than either of them expected. They had many common interests, mostly in music and history and the conversation flowed as they drove farther away from the relative security of Sunnydale.
The closer they got to LA, the more confident Dawn became. Here she was, in a nice Mercedes, with a hot guy who wanted her. She was looking sophisticated and elegant and there were no demons, vampires, monsters, mothers, or slayers to get in the way of her having fun and doing whatever she liked. She glanced over at Spike. God, how she liked. The body of a god and the power of a rock star. He could do anything, have anyone and yet, he chose her. Wanted her. To talk to and laugh with, to be his... daughter didn't seem like the right word, even though it was. Childe - that's the word she'd use. He loved her enough to want her beside him forever. He would be everything for her, he'd said. Sire, teacher, confidant, companion... lover. Tonight was the night he'd teach her about sex. And from the blushes she'd seen on Willow and Tara, she imagined he had a lot to teach.
She'd thought about what Willow had said about sex being "just sex", but to her inexperienced mind and body, sex was an end-all, be-all of existence. It was what everyone couldn't wait to be old enough for and be good enough at. But then again, Willow was right. The relationships, those roles that Spike would fill in her life, they would be what really mattered. And Willow too, she supposed. And Angel as her grandsire. And maybe Tara, if she stayed in the picture.
Spike opened her door. She hadn't even realized they'd parked. Oh wait, they hadn't parked; they were stopped in front of a light grey stone building that was lit up and beautiful and...
"Spago!" Dawn squealed. "You brought me to Spago!" She was practically jumping up and down.
Spike smiled indulgently and took her arm and wrapped it through his.
"Only the best for my Baby Girl."
Dawn stopped and looked at Spike curiously.
"How come you don't call me Bit or Lil' Bit or Niblet anymore?"
Spike continued walking inside the building and explained. "I do it with Red too. Different name for different situation. Helps ya keep the action straight. You don't want me to call ya something while I'm making love to you that I call ya in front of yer sister, do ya?"
Dawn laughed. "It would make for a really funny daydream next time we were all at the Magic Box!"
"Exactly. Ya don't like the name, I'll think of somethin' dif'rent."
"No, it's... it's good. Reminds me that yer gonna be my sire someday."
Spike slid a hand down to her ass. "Yeah, but I'm gonna be yer daddy tonight."
Dawn would like to have laughed, but all she could do was blush a deep scarlet at the memory of what Spike had done and said last night. And how turned on she had been by it.
"Master William, how good to see you again," said the gushing maitre'd.
"Hello, Phillipe," said Spike, shaking the offered hand. "It's been a while. I'd like you to meet my childe, Dawn Summers."
"Enchante, mademoiselle." Dawn offered her hand and Phillipe gallantly kissed it. And held it. Spike had to clear his throat because Phillipe seemed mesmerized by Dawn. He didn't seem to want to stop looking at her or holding her hand.
"Pardone. Your daughter is beautiful, Master William. Obviously she inherited her mother's looks."
Spike looked momentarily at Dawn.
"As a matter of fact she did, although I'm sure she doesn't like to hear it."
Phillipe was ushering them through the noisy and crowded restaurant. Someone called out, "Spike!" and Spike excused himself to Phillipe and made his way past a few tables and stopped next to a pale and exceptionally beautiful redhead.
"Nicole, how nice to see you again." He leaned down and kissed her cheek. "And glad to see you've gotten rid of the self-righteous extra baggage." Nicole laughed.
"Ms. Nicole Kidman, I'd like to present my childe, Miss Dawn Summers."
It took some doing to get her brain under control, but Dawn did manage a courteous "Nice to meet you," when Nicole said hello.
"We're on our way to table," Spike explained. "Excuse us please." He nodded to her dinner companions. "If you get a moment, stop by the table before you leave. I'll give you the goods on how low Angelus has stooped." He smirked and Nicole laughed loudly.
"I'll try to do that, Spike. It was nice meeting you, Miss Summers."
'OH MY GOD, Nicole Kidman remembered my name!' went screaming through Dawn's brain.
As they walked, several others called out Spike's name, but he only waved and continued on toward the back of the restaurant.
"Where's Phillipe?" Dawn asked, since she was unsure of where they were going.
"I'm sure he's got the table set up."
Dawn looked around. "Which table?"
"My table," Spike said casually. He led her all the way to the back of the restaurant, to a table in the corner of the room. "Always need to sit with my back against the wall. See the whole layout. In case I need to make a quick getaway - or stop a demon attack before it hurts my friends."
Dawn was speechless. Not only was she at Spago, she was here with Spike, who she had thought was penniless up until about six months ago. And he was known here, had a regular table, even - and he knew Nicole Kidman well enough for her to call him across the restaurant.
A bottle of Billecart-Salmon Brut Rosé Champagne sat opened on the table, and Spike poured out two glasses.
"Spike, I'm not old enough to drink," she whispered behind her napkin.
"They don't know that," Spike replied, handing her a glass. She couldn't fault that logic. The champagne helped her to relax and the atmosphere was wonderful throughout the meal of Spanakopita for an appetizer, Asparagus salad, Risotto with white truffles, Sweet Shrimp, Clams, Mussels, Lobster, Rapini, Spanish Chorizo with Lobster Crushed Potatoes, Marinated Tomatoes and "Sauce Americaine", Marinated London Broil with Garlic-Potato Puree, Balsamic Reduction and Wild Mushrooms, and Warm Valrhona Chocolate Torte with Cool Créme Fraîche for dessert.
Dawn would have felt sick, but the portions were all so small that it ended up being just the right amount of food. And she hadn't finished everything.
They were only interrupted twice during their meal. Once by Quentin Tarantino who promised - apparently for the millionth time - that if Spike would agree to do one of his films, it would be "night shoots only". Spike declined - apparently for the millionth time. And then Nicole came over before she left to say that she didn't have time to talk but could she have Spike's new number so she could invite him to a barbeque next week. Spike pulled out a card and handed it to her. Dawn didn't even know Spike had cards.
When their conversation wound down, Spike helped Dawn up from her seat and escorted her from the restaurant, once again waving politely to those who called out his name. The Mercedes was waiting right in front without Spike even having signaled the valet and once again they were off to a new adventure in the big city.
"Where to?" Dawn asked.
"Ever sing karaoke?" Spike asked cryptically before roaring off into the night.
Dawn looked around Caritas, not believing there were so many vicious looking demons in the room and no one was trying to slay them. One ugly Hermak demon was on stage sings "Faithfully". They ate babies!
"Hey there, Blondie Bear!" said a green-skinned demon cheerfully as he walked up to the table. He took a seat across from Dawn - next to Spike. "And while you're at it, tell me that Ruby Red knows you're here with this luscious vixen." He sounded a little unhappy.
Spike sighed. "Yes, Lorne, Red knows I'm here - and why. Didn't she call today to reserve me a table?"
"Well, Sexy Scarlet called, and she said table for two, but she didn't mention who your companion would be. I assumed it would be her and I'd try once again to steal her away from your undeserving self."
Spike stood up. "You tried to take her away from me?"
"Calm down, Cupcake, it was a joke. You have heard of those, right? They usually accompany a sense of humor." Now that Spike was sitting again, he turned his attention to Dawn. "And who is the vision in blue?"
"Lorne, this is Dawn."
Lorne's eyes got wide as plates. "Dawn! Dawn Summers? As in made from the slayer - Dawn Summers?" He managed to lower his voice during the 'the slayer' portion of that exclamation. It wouldn't do for his clientele to try to find ways around The Sisters mystical barrier that barred all aggression.
"Yeah, but don't worry," Dawn assured him. "I can't stand her. And besides, she'll never even know I was here."
"So," Lorne said, turning once again to Spike, "Why are you here? What's the crisis that brings you running to me? Another shopping trip?" He turned back to Dawn, "Although, from the looks of her tonight, her fashion sense is perfect. Cordy must be green with jealousy!" He turned to Dawn when she made no reply. "Green with envy," he said, pointing to his own face. "Green?" He flapped a hand. "Youth these days, all so serious."
Spike decided now was the time to chime in. "We need a reading."
"What's wrong, new evil you need insight on? Old evil you need insight on?"
"Not me, Mr. Greenjeans, her."
Dawn looked aghast. "Me!? What did I do? And how exactly does he 'read' me? Is this a bumps on the head kind of thing?"
Lorne explained that he was an empath demon and that he could tell people's auras when they sing.
"Oh, no," she said, "I'm not gonna get up there and sing!"
"What if he goes first?" Lorne offered.
"Maybe."
"Blondie, get over there and pick a song."
It was almost ten minutes later when Spike took the stage and Dawn was sure every demon in there could smell 'slayer' on her.
When he took the stage, he had a stool and a guitar. The song he started was familiar in a way, but it sounded bluesier than she remembered it.
"Close your eyes, make a wish
And blow out the candlelight
For tonight is just your night
We're gonna celebrate, all thru the night
Pour the wine, light the fire
Girl your wish is my command
I submit to your demands
I'll do anything, girl you need only ask
I'll make love to you
Like you want me to
And I'll hold you tight
Baby all through the night
I'll make love to you
When you want me to
And I will not let go
Till you tell me to
Girl relax, let's go slow
I ain't got nowhere to go
I'm just gonna concentrate on you
Girl are you ready, it's gonna be a long night
Throw your clothes on the floor
I'm gonna take my clothes off too
I made plans to be with you
Girl whatever you ask me you know I'll do
I'll make love to you
Like you want me to
And I'll hold you tight
Baby all through the night
I'll make love to you
When you want me to
And I will not let go
Till you tell me to
Baby tonight is your night
And I will do you right
Just make a wish on your night
Anything that you ask
I will give you the love of your life
I'll make love to you
Like you want me to
And I'll hold you tight
Baby all through the night
I'll make love to you
When you want me to
And I will not let go
Till you tell me to"
Spike hadn't sung two words before Lorne was on the phone, frantically trying to reach Willow. He finally got her at home, she hadn't answered her cell. He told her, in a panic, exactly what was on Spike's mind and what his evil heart planned to do to that innocent little girl that was the slayer's sister.
Willow just laughed. "I know, Lorne, that's why they're there. We've developed a spell to restore a vampire's soul - with no happiness clause. Spike is going to make Dawn his childe someday, just like he will me. He's there because he's concerned about Dawn not being ready yet for losing her virginity. You know Spike, he always has to be first. So he wants you to read her and make sure she's ready. If she's not, tell him. But if she is, you have to promise me, Unca, that you'll tell him the truth."
Lorne sighed and rolled his eyes. "Can't I just refuse to read her?"
"No, Unca Lorne! We're family remember? You have to always be honest and true."
"I never said I was Spike's family," he grumbled.
"But Spike is my family, Unca. And if he's part of my family then he's part of yours too."
Lorne drummed his fingers on the bar, hoping for inspiration or divine guidance. Neither arrived.
"Okay, fine. But you better know what you're doing."
Willow blew him a kiss through the phone. "Thank you."
"Yeah, yeah. Night, Red," and he hung up the phone.
When he returned to Spike's table, Dawn was nowhere in sight.
"So, Red set ya straight?" Spike asked.
"How - there's no way you could have heard that!"
Spike grinned. "Nah, saw ya run for the phone as soon as I started singin'. Figured ya read me and panicked; had to go rat me out to Red."
Lorne sat. "That's only partly accurate."
"So, she tell ya what I'm lookin' for with Dawn? Don't tell me any secrets, just answer the one question."
Lorne stood and walked over to the stage. He spoke to Dawn for a couple of minutes before returning to the stage and grabbing the mic.
"Here's a newbie, ladies and gents. Let's all make nice for Miss Dawn Su - uh - Rosenberg!"
He'd stopped himself just in time from signing her death warrant by telling everyone here that she was related to the slayer.
He put the mic back in the stand and walked over to Spike's table. He stopped and looked down at Spike.
"I don't need to read her. Wait til you see what she's singing. I think you've met your match, Tiger."
Dawn took the stage and let all the champagne and wine she'd consumed with dinner relax her body.
"For Spike, because I think he needs to hear this."
The first chords started and she closed her eyes. Her body started to sway. She didn't have to look at the prompter, she knew this one so well. For obvious reasons.
"Know all about, 'bout your reputation
And how it's bound to be heartbreak situation
But I can't help it if I'm helpless every time that I'm where you are
You walk in and my strength walks out the door
Say my name and I can't fight it anymore.
Oh I know I should go but I need your touch just too damn much
Lovin' you, isn't really something I should do
I shouldn't wanna spend my time with you
I should try to be strong
But Baby, you're the right kind of wrong
Yeah Baby, you're the right kind of wrong"
In spite of the words, Spike needed confirmation. He turned his head, looking for Lorne. He caught his eye as Lorne was talking to the bartender. Lorne looked down and wrote something on a clipboard, the held it up for Spike to see.
'She's ALL yours, and ONLY yours.' Spike grinned from ear to ear and turned back to enjoy the rest of the song.
"Might be a mistake, a mistake I'm makin'
But what you're givin' I am happy to be takin'
Cause no one's ever made me feel the way I feel when I'm in your arms
They say that you're something I should do without
They don't know what goes on when the lights go out.
There's no way to explain - all the pleasure is worth all the pain
Lovin' you, isn't really something I should do
I shouldn't wanna spend my time with you
I should try to be strong
But Baby, you're the right kind of wrong
Yeah Baby, you're the right kind of wrong
I should try to run
But I just can't seem to
'Cause every time I run you're the one I run to
Can't do without what you do to me
I don't care if I'm in too deep, yeah.
Know all about... yeah, 'bout your reputation
And now it's bound to be heartbreak situation
But I can't help it if I'm helpless every time that I'm where you are
You walk in and my strength walks out the door
Say my name and I can't fight it anymore.
Oh I know I should go but I need your touch just too damn much
Lovin' you, isn't really something I should do
I shouldn't wanna spend my time with you
I should try to be strong
But Baby, you're the right kind of wrong
Baby, you're the right kind of wrong
Yeah, Baby, you're the right kind of wrong"
Spike unlocked the door to the suite with the keycard and pushed the door in with one arm, holding it open for Dawn to enter before him. He watched her walk into the luxurious suite and gaze around in awe as he closed the door and locked it. He crossed his hands behind his back and leaned on them as he slumped back against the door. He waited until Dawn had checked out the bathroom and the closet. Waited until she'd gone in and inspected the king-sized bed in the bedroom. When she walked back in the lounge he said softly, "Take off your shoes."
Dawn looked up, not sure she'd heard him right. She looked down at her shoes and then back up at him; he nodded.
She raised one delicate leg and, using her hand, slipped off a silver pump and then dropped it on the floor. She smiled and repeated the action with the other shoe.
"Take off your dress," he told her, voice just as soft as before.
She blushed and didn't move.
"Daddy wants to see your sweet body, Baby Girl. You've been teasing Daddy with it all night and now Daddy's hard as a rock thinkin' 'bout ya. Take off your dress for me, Childe."
As a command from her sire, she couldn't refuse. As a request from Spike because she'd gotten him hot and bothered, she didn't want to refuse. Her hands lifted and undid the clasp behind her neck. She held the lace in her hands and brought it to the front of her, before letting it drop. It fell only as far as the neckline it was attached to.
Her right hand reached across her body and pulled the hidden zipper under her left arm. It loosened the form-fitting dress and with a slight shimmy of her body, the dress fell to the floor. She took a step forward, out of the dress.
She was scared and a little ashamed. She shouldn't be here, she shouldn't be doing this. She was too young, her body wasn't fully formed yet, this guy was married to one of her best friends. And sleeping with another of her best friends. And sleeping with her sister's ex-boyfriend. Okay, maybe those last three excuses didn't fly - after her talk with Willow, she saw how it could all work. But the other reason did. She wasn't a woman yet, he was used to women's bodies. How could little Dawnie compare to lithe Willow and voluptuous Tara?
She looked for Spike's reaction. She wasn't disappointed. His mouth didn't hold the smile she'd been hoping for, but his eyes - they shined and consumed her.
"You're a sight, Baby Girl."
She smiled. "Do you want me to -?", she reached for her bra.
He shook his head. "Only what I tell you, Childe," he murmured soft and low. "Ya do as I tell ya, yeah?"
Dawn nodded, relieved. This will be so much easier if she doesn't have to think.
She stood there for a moment, then two. Just staring back at him as he stared at her. She saw his eyes tracing the lines and curves of her body and, to give herself something to do so she wouldn't be so nervous, she let her eyes wander over him as well. She'd never seen him in a suit before. Other than the wedding.
'Don't think about him being married!'
It was a charcoal grey suit, not the black one he'd worn to the... that other thing. The shirt was some kind of weird maroon and the tie was maroon with blue dots. Blue dots the same color as his eyes. All in all, it was an astoundingly hot look on him. She wanted to undo that tie and...
"See something you like, Baby Girl?"
Dawn just blushed and it went down her neck and across her breasts. It disappeared under the cadet blue satin strapless bra and resurfaced again at the bottom. It traveled down her tummy but didn't quite make it as far as the matching knickers.
"C'mere, Baby, Daddy wants you to suck him off."
Dawn's eyes got wide and her mouth opened, but before she could say anything, he whispered, "I know, Baby, it's all right. I love it that you've never done any of this b'fore. Part of what's turnin' me on." He looked down her body in a slow, lingering gaze. "And that's the rest of what's doin' me in." He smiled and held out a hand, "C'mere, Childe."
Dawn ran to his embrace and absorbed the feeling of safety she felt in his arms. Whatever else in her world that changed, this would always be the same. Her life - or, the one created for her - had been chaotic, turbulent; filled with uncertainty and change.
Her absentee father, her seemingly-criminal sister, her mother's need to focus on both of them. Even the real life, the one she'd had since becoming human, was confusing and scary. Everyone treating her with kid gloves, then protecting her as if she were a helpless baby. Her sister's indifference, then hate, then contempt. Then treating her as if she were a "thing" to be kept safe and not as if she were a frightened fourteen year old girl. The Scoobies saw her in whatever changing way that Buffy did and Giles looked at her as if she were a lab rat. Even Janice thought she was a little nutty and unstable.
But Spike. Spike had never changed. Had always treated her the same, whether she was a kid sister or an ageless key. Always protected her, always made her feel special. Because she belonged to him. Would always belong to him. That's the way it was intended, she knew it. She had always been eternal - forever. And she was sure that the monks meant for that to go on, that's why they'd sent her to Sunnydale, sent her to Spike.
She snuggled into his chest as his hands ran up and down her back.
"I love you, Dawn. I love everything about you. Don't ever feel ashamed or embarrassed with me, 'k? You ever need anythin', you come t' me or t' Red."
She nodded into his now warm, muscled chest.
"You wanna be my childe someday, Baby Girl? You wanna be with me forever?"
"Yes, Spike, please. More than anything." He smiled. "But -" He frowned. "Not now, ok? Not for a while?"
He hugged her to him. "You're not ready yet, Baby. I'll wait 'til yer ready."
He lowered his head and kissed her cheek. Turned her face up to his and kissed her lips. Kissed her again.
"Open for me, Baby Girl."
She let her tongue peak out to wet her bottom lip and she grinned as his eyes rolled back.
"Yer tryin' to kill me, aren'tcha?"
When she parted her lips to answer, he swooped down and captured them, letting his tongue slip in just enough to touch hers. His hands came up and over her shoulders and his fingers danced across the top of her breasts and the kiss deepened. His fingers ghosted lower, across her bra and down her stomach and his mouth moved to her jaw and over to her ear.
When his fingers reached the top of her sex, where he should have felt her curls under her panties, he felt only skin. He stopped, pulled back, used one index finger to pull out the waistband of her knickers and looked down. He smiled.
"Now who taught you to do that?" he said, pulling her close again.
"Tara," she replied, grinning broadly.
"Mmmm, well, I'm just gonna hafta think of a good way to thank Tara."
"Can I watch?" she said, still grinning.
"Imp," he chastised, "You're as bad as Red!"
"So, can I watch?" she asked again, still very - impish.
"Depends."
"On what?"
"On how good you are at your lessons, Baby Girl. Get on your knees."
She smiled, gave him a peck on the lips and dropped to her knees.
"Undo my belt. Just loosen it, don't take it off - yet."
Dawn did as instructed, letting her fingertips sneak a feel of his hard abs as she did.
"Open the clasp and pull down the zipper, Baby Girl." His fingers trailed through her hair and left lines of warmth on her scalp.
He grinned when she gasped at finding him without underwear.
"Thought you all knew I went without."
Dawn couldn't take her eyes off Spike's "spike". "Yeah, but... " she didn't know how to put this. "That's not gonna fit."
Spike chuckled, "Don't worry, Childe, I'd never do anything to hurt you, you believe that, yeah?"
She knew he was right; he had literally centuries more experience than her. "Yes, Sire."
Spike pulled her up by her arms and kissed her long and sweet.
"Like the sound o' that."
Dawn smiled and let his hand push her back down to her knees.
"Touch me, Baby Girl. Do whatever feels good to you - any way you touch me feels good to me."
Dawn took one index finger and tentatively approached Spike's cock. She ran her fingertip over the head and heard him moan. She let her fingernail scratch down the shaft and he hissed.
Little by little, she got bolder, touching different parts with different pressures; finally surrounding the shaft with her fist.
"Suck me, Baby Girl, I need you to suck me right the hell now!" His voice rose in pitch with each word and by the end of the sentence he was almost frantic.
Dawn, not knowing what else to do, slipped the head into her mouth and sucked for all she was worth.
"Fuck!" Spike exclaimed, hands fisting in her hair. She kept thinking he was going to pull it, but he always stopped just short of pain.
He moved just a little, moved his hips back and forth, showing her the motion he wanted and he stilled as soon as she started bobbing gently. She could hear him breathing, breathing deeply, but she became less and less concerned with his responses when she discovered that the feel of him in her mouth, all soft smoothness and hard ridges was turning her on like crazy.
She swirled her tongue around the edge of the head and as he gasped, her body started to tingle. Pulling him deep into her mouth and sucking made him grab at her scalp and it made the space between her thighs heat up. She had just begun moving her hand up and down the shaft when Spike pulled away.
"What?" she said, alarmed she'd done something wrong.
Instead, he came, spilling pale whitish fluid all over the tiled floor.
Dawn smiled and moved to his side. "Don't guys usually like it when girls swallow that?"
Spike leaned into her. "Some yeah. Me, I don't care. Do. Don't, doesn't matter. It's the gettin' there that counts." He kissed her forehead. "I just knew it was yer first time, didn't want to push ya."
She leaned her head against his shoulder. "You're so thoughtful."
Spike stood, pulling his pants up and holding them together with one hand and putting the other arm around Dawn. He walked toward the bedroom.
"Yeah, well... Red beat it into me."
Dawn giggled.
When they reached the bedroom, Spike led Dawn to the bed and motioned for her to sit down. Then he proceeded to get undressed. He made it an Event.
He must have refastened his pants on the way, because they didn't fall down when he slipped off his shoes. His coat slid down his arms in a way that made the wool caress e-v-e-r-y muscle. He let it drop to the floor. He bent down to Dawn's height and she slid the knot from his tie. He pulled one end and it slipped behind his neck and when it was through, he slid it around Dawn's neck.
"Leave it there," he told her.
She was holding her breath, waiting for the shirt to come off but he seemed to know her thoughts as he grinned and sat down in the chair, quickly slipping a finger into a sock and sliding it off and then repeating the action with the other sock. Finally, he stood and he saw Dawn hold her breath. One by one by one, starting at the top, he unbuttoned his shirt. Dawn didn't know it but he counted to three between each button.
Always make 'em wait.
When only two buttons remained, he walked over and stood next to where Dawn sat.
"Finish it for me, Baby Girl."
Dawn's fingers shook as she reached for a button and she quickly pulled them back and blew out a breath. When she felt more confident, she slid each button through its hole. Then she hooked her fingers in the fabric and opened his body to her inspection.
"Oh, wow," she whispered so softly he almost missed it. Her hands moved to touch the muscles at his waist but he held them still.
"In time, Childe, we have forever."
She nodded and pulled her hands back and she thought the pants would follow the rest, but instead, he took her hand and helped her stand. His fingers did what hers so desperately wanted to, but on her.
Fingers and eyes examined the skin of her face. They caressed her neck and her shoulders. When his eyes feasted on her neck, he murmured, "Mine."
His hands and eyes moved lower, across the tops of her breasts and then around to her back. Before she realized he had done it, he popped the clasp and her carefully selected bra fell to the floor.
He smiled, "Perfect."
She practically bounced in place.
One palm slid down her body and slid inside her panties. Spike bobbed his eyebrows and slid his tongue behind his teeth.
"Been waitin' for years for you to be old enough to let me visit here," he said as he slid a finger in her folds.
Her knees went weak and Spike quickly helped her to sit on the bed. He knelt before her and pulled off her panties, she hadn't realized they'd already been at her knees when he was touching her.
"Slide up on the bed, Baby Girl."
Once again, she did as he asked. She expected him to join her, but once again, Spike did not do as she expected.
He stood there, gazing down at her with explicit lust in his eyes. She recognised that look, she'd seen it before, but only glimpses of what someday promised to be lust. He wasn't hiding it now. She suddenly felt very beautiful - for the first time in her life.
"Daddy's been waitin' for you, Baby Girl," he whispered, almost to himself. "Seein' you every day, wantin' you every day. Too young, too this, too that. But not for me. Been old enough for me for a long time now. Was waitin' for you." His eyes raked up and down her body again. "Gonna make you pay for makin' Daddy wait."
He moved then, crawled up the bed until his body and his weight were on top of her. Leaned down and kissed her with the passion she'd seen in him earlier. When he pulled away to let her breath, he said, "I love you, Dawn, you know that, right? I love you - all of you; Dawn, Niblet, Baby Girl, Childe. Love you like I've never loved anythin'."
Dawn knew she shouldn't but she couldn't help it, "As much as you love Willow?"
Spike sighed. "Yes, in a way. And more, in a way. Willow is my... mate. My love, my life, my soul. But she's her own person, she belongs to herself first. You... I've begun to forget what the monk's did to me brain - forget the false memories. I remember life before you -and I remember your arrival, your real arrival. And I remember knowing, instantly when I saw you, that you were mine. You were here for me. The slayer needed an excuse to protect you, so they made you her sister. But me, I protected you because whatever you were, you were meant for me. Maybe the monks did that so that I would protect ya too, I don't know. But as the other memories fade, that doesn't. Ev'ry day goes by, I'm more and more certain that you're mine. My girl, my daughter, my childe, my lover, part of my future."
"Daughter, huh?" Dawn smiled. "That mean I should call you Daddy?"
Spike leered. "Only when we're in bed." He kissed her. "Or when ya wanna be." He waggled his eyebrows again.
"Mmm," Dawn said, settling in. "So what does Daddy want to teach his baby girl first?"
Spike thought back to his human days. He tried to imagine, having no practical experience, exactly what a young, impressionable, virginal girl would want for her first sexual experience.
That's not doin' sod all.
He disregarded the things he'd done with virgins over the last two hundred years. The best experience he had for this were Willow and Tara but both had prior experience when he started sleeping with them and both were eager to be adventurous.
He decided to channel William. It worked well whenever Tara needed some tenderness. He looked at Dawn.
Okay, let's pretend William has a daddy fetish, he told himself.
William, I mean Spike, snuggled in close and said, "Just relax, Baby Girl. Not gonna go too fast."
He closed his eyes and leaned into her mouth, giving her a gentle, closed mouth kiss. Dawn relaxed into him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Spike expanded the kiss, opening his mouth just a little, letting his tongue glide over her lips. Dawn moaned and did likewise.
Spike adjusted his body now, allowing his hands some movement, running through her hair and across her neck. Dawn's body got warm and mellow and Spike rolled onto his side to lay next to her. His lips still kissed hers, but now his left hand had a freer range of motion.
His palm worked down her throat, drawing out her heat. When he reached her breast he pulled his mouth away and watched his hand touch her. He cupped her breast in his hand and slowly slid his index finder over the mound and across her nipple.
"Ooooooooooooooooooh," Dawn moaned. Spike smiled.
"You like that, Baby? You want Daddy to touch you?"
Dawn didn't answer, she was too busy writhing. His fingers were sliding back and forth across her nipple, making it more sensitive as it stood more erect.
"Mmm, that's it, Baby. Show Daddy that you like what he does to you. I'll make you feel so good, Baby Girl. Been wantin' you so bloody long."
Dawn's hips were moving now, her thighs moving together to work up some friction.
"Love yer body, Baby Girl. Get Daddy worked up, watchin' you across the Magic Box. Nearly blew my wad one day watching you bend over and unpack a box. Had to have Red suck me off in the basement."
He was pulling now, plucking one nipple and then the other into hardness.
"You gonna do that for yer Daddy now, Baby? Gonna spread your legs for me ev'ry time I need you? Every time I get the urge to make love to you, to taste you? Every time I want your lips on my cock, you gonna get on yer knees and suck me?"
His hands moved - at last! - down to her sex, slipping into the already wet folds. He rubbed her clit back and forth as he continued.
"Gonna make love to ya sweet and slow, Baby Girl. Tonight, you get the royal treatment. But the next time I see you shakin' yer bum in the Bronze," he paused to slide his middle finger into her cunt and wiggle it, "I'm gonna find the first empty spot and fuck ya ta death."
She came screaming his name. And God's. And Jesus. Maybe a couple of saints.
Spike slid on top of her and before she could calm down, parted her thighs with his legs and entered her. He didn't go far, just enough that she'd know he was there. She opened her eyes and nodded.
"Ya know its gonna hurt a bit?" He was rubbing gently in and out.
"Willow and Tara gave the complete four one one. Even some stuff I-"
He pushed in and Dawn's eyes got big but she didn't cry out.
Spike kissed her cheek. "Bein' such a good girl for Daddy, didn't make a sound." He had stopped, waiting for her to let him know when the pain subsided. Just when he thought he was going to have to move or die - again - she wiggled her hips.
He settled himself on his elbows and put his hands on top of hers. Their fingers intertwined. He moved slowly, pulling out and then pushing back in again. Nothing fancy. Just sweet and slow and it felt like heaven.
"I love you, Spike."
Spike smiled. "I love you too, Dawn. I know its not the conventional kind of relationship, but never doubt that I love you more than I love myself."
Dawn giggled, "Hey, that's impressive! More than yourself, huh?"
Spike didn't laugh. "Yes, Dawn. I love you. You are everything to me; you and Willow."
She lifted her head and kissed him then, a virginal kiss, to thank him for his words. But he had meant them, felt them deep in that place where his soul should have been. He kissed her back with passion. With love and respect and...
"OH! OH! Oh, Spike, I'm gonna - gonna - I think I'm gonna BREAK!" Dawn screamed as she came with an intensity that made her last orgasm seem like a ripple in a puddle.
Her body tightened around him, grabbing him so tight he thought he might break as well. He came at the tail end of her orgasm and she felt him explode inside her; felt his semen spurt and fill her and it was the most fulfilling thing she'd ever known.
They came down together, still kissing, still holding hands, still feeling warm and full and satisfied.
It was six in the morning and Spike had gone to the ice machine so Dawn could have some ice water. She was covered in sweat and she wanted to jump in the shower, but Spike had told her not to move. So she didn't move. Except to breath. And wipe some sweat that was dripping down her temple.
"Here ya go, Baby Girl," Spike said as he entered the bedroom. He placed the ice bucket on the counter in the bathroom and filled a glass with ice. He turned on the tap and, as the glass filled, he asked, "Sure ya don't want somethin' other than water? I could have 'em bring somethin' up. Soda? Juice?"
Dawn smiled, still so thoughtful. "No, Sire, I'm fine." The daddy thing had gotten a little old after a while so she started calling him Spike or Sire and he started calling her... nope, still Baby Girl or Childe.
He brought her the glass and took off his pants and crawled back into bed as she sat up and drank it down. He settled with his back against the headboard and she turned and curled into his chest.
"Got a lot to talk about, Baby Girl."
She'd kinda been expecting this.
"Like what?" she asked, not fooling anyone.
"Tonight, Childe. Tonight was about love. Just you and me and the way we feel about each other."
"Making love," Dawn responded.
"Yes," he sighed. "But love is more than making love. Making love is sex with a connection, with a purpose. It's serious business, even if yer havin' fun while yer doin' it."
Dawn remained silent.
"I've made love to three people in my unlife and one of them didn't love me. Just you, Red and Drusilla."
Dawn looked at him, "Dru didn't love you? You two seemed so much in love."
"That's the part I'm tryin' to explain to ya, Baby. Some people, they only think they're in love. Or they know they're not, but they make the other person think they are."
"Which was it for Dru?"
Spike shrugged, "Some of each, I think. Depended on how sane she was at the time. But Dru always loved Angelus, not me."
"How did you know?"
"I didn't, not at the time. Wasn't till I fell in love with Red that I realized people in love don't do that to each other, soul-havin' or not."
"What about Angel?"
"Angelus was... my sire. I loved him like a father, a brother, a mate. We were real close once, but never what I have with Red. Or with you. I want more from my childer than what Angelus had - I'm not a sick fuck, for one thing."
Dawn giggled into the blankets.
"You don't need a soul to know passion, Baby Girl. And I want passion, not fear. Do you know what passion is? And why its different from sex and lust?"
"I think so."
"Passion is about seeing what you want and having the balls to take it. Love is about yer mind and yer heart. Sex is about yer body. All of these things intertwine and tangle, but they're separate things. Don't get 'em confused. Know exactly what you want before you do somethin'."
He squeezed her in a tender hug.
"I know I'm not gonna be yer only lover. But I don't want ya letting yer heart run yer head or yer head run yer heart. Ya need to use both, if ya want to have a good life, a good unlife. If you don't want to be deceived and made a fool of."
Dawn had a feeling that he was speaking from experience but she didn't want to ruin the moment by asking.
"And are you going to help me figure all this stuff out, Spike?"
He smiled. "Always."
Dawn pouted for a moment, before asking, "You say I'm going to make love to other people. I can't imagine wanting to do that."
Spike looked down into her trusting and love-filled blue eyes. "No, Baby Girl, I said you were going to have sex with other people. Hopefully, I'm the only one you'll ever make love to. Even if I have to kill every teenager on the planet."
He smiled and she hoped he was kidding.
"Willow said something about that. About how love and sex were different. She said I'd understand later, but I'm only more confused."
"Love is about discovering the world and finding yourself with another person. Sex is about making the world go away and losing yourself in another person."
Spike thought about that for a second.
"Sex is the opposite of love but most humans are too delusional to see it. Too tied into society's rules and mores about what's 'right' and proper'," he spat the words. "I want us to find pleasure in each other's bodies, because we love each other. And Red too."
She didn't scoff or say no - but she didn't smile either.
"I want you in and out of bed, Dawn. I want all of you, every part of every day. But you don't have to feel like that about someone to find pleasure in their body. Lust has no reasons, no motivators. It's just a natural human urge. I want you to explore that, Dawn. Learn to read your body's signals so you can understand what it wants. I'm not saying to always act on it, sometimes the other person's motives aren't as innocent as yours. But if you ever have questions; if you ever feel something you don't understand or want something you don't know how to voice, come straight to me, do ya hear me?"
"And what'll you do?" Dawn asked coyly.
Spike smirked. "Sometimes, I'll help ya get what ya want. Sometimes, I'll help you understand what it is yer feelin'. And other times... "
"Other times I'll ravage yer body and take advantage of you." He tickled her then.
Dawn laughed, "I think I feel a lot of unexplained desires coming on!"
"That's my baby girl."
Spike pushed on the top of her head until her head rested on her pillow.
"C'mon, pet, we need to get some sleep before we head back to good ol' Sunnyhell."
Dawn snuggled into her pillow and scooted over to snuggle into Spike. But he wasn't there. She felt something on her leg. There he was, pulling her legs apart and laying on his stomach between them.
Dawn smirked. "And what do you think you're doing?"
Spike looked up, his hand cupping her mound.
"Uh, helpin' you sleep?"
Dawn laughed and fell back onto her pillow and let Spike lick her into a coma.
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