PAIRING : Spike/Dawn

RATING : NC17

SPOILERS : general Buffy but not really

DISCLAIMER : I do not own these characters.

NOTES : this is future fic, set 10 years from current season.

“Wh… where are you going?”

“Dunno. Brazil. Prague. London.”

“This is so stupid. You don’t even have a place to go. You’re running.”

“NO. I know when I’ve overstayed my welcome.”

“You were never welcome in the first place. It never stopped you before.”

“Look, Kid, things are just finished for me here.”

“NO!” She grabbed his arm but he pulled it away quickly. “You can’t leave just because *she* said.”

“I’m not. It’s just finished.” He grabbed his bag and headed for the door. “Dunno why this is such a problem, Kid, ‘snot like I got anything to stay here for. Why should I?”

He turned and left. And as the door closed, she fell to the ground crying, “because I need you.”

“Hello? Ma’am?”

The woman wiped a tear from her eye before realizing she’d been asked a question. “Yes, sorry. To go.” <God, was that really ten years ago? And I’m still thinking about it.> She thought.

“Five fifty-nine.” The brunette handed the woman a ten and waited for the change before grabbing the tray and walking away. “Have a nice day.” The cashier called after the seemingly distraught woman.

“Yeah, thanks.” She chose a seat by the window and watched as cabs drove by. <Why do his blue eyes still haunt me? How come I hear his voice in my dreams telling me stories of killing? Why can’t I get him out of my system?>

<Was is just a crush? An obsession? Something dangerous? Did he just tolerate me because I was the slayer’s sister? Or because I was the one person who still thought he was cool?>

Not wanting to be burdened by the thoughts, she shook her head, trying to shake him loose from her mind.

~*~*~*~*~

It had been a long day. She opened the door to her apartment and kicked off her shoes. She pulled the pin from her hair and it cascaded down her back. She set down her keys and started sifting through the mail. She smiled as she read a postcard from Willow and Tara. They were having the time of their lives in Aruba for their fifth anniversary as a married couple. It always delighted her to hear from her family.

She set the mail down on the table and threw her briefcase on the chair. It was always the same. Coming home, checking the mail, playing the messages. “Meow.” She picked up the cat, pushed the button, and went into the kitchen to fix herself a cocoa and get the cat food.

“Hey Boo,” she pet the cat before it crawled up onto her shoulder. “Where’s Tigger? Huh?”

“You have three new messages.” She went about filling the teakettle before getting two cans of cat food.

“Message one. Beep. Hey Dawnie, it’s just me checking in. AJ wanted to say something.” A smile played across her face as her five year old nephews voice filled the apartment. “Hi Aunt Dawnie! I love you. Bye. Okay, Dawn, just wanted to make sure things were okay and I wanted to ask if you still had Mom’s engagement ring cause I can’t find it. Call me.”

“Message Two. Beep. Good afternoon. This message is for ADA Dawn Summers. This is Mr. Smith and I’m calling in regards to the deal you offered for my client Daniel Thomas. Please call me tomorrow.”

“Message Three. Beep. Hi. It’s me. Look, I’m sorry. I was stupid. Call me. I love you. Bye. End of messages.”

She ignored the message. He’s just wanna talk and get back together with her. And they’d just split up again in a week when she went to work too much. It’d been the same for the past six weeks. She cared about him but not enough. He said she held back from him. It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t because work either, like he often blamed. It was her.

In her mind, she was still waiting for those eyes that she’d never see again. She shook her head again. <Get out of my head.> She tried to will him away, but it never worked. She went about reheating the chicken cordon blue that she’d made last night. “Meew.”

“Hey Tigger, Baby.” She picked the orange cat up and carried him to the corner where she’d just put their food.

~*~*~*~*~

The silence of the candle lit bathroom calmed her as she soaked in the hot bubble bath. She needed to relax tonight. Things were tense at work. The district attorney was resigning and the ten ADA’s were all putting in their bids for the position. That meant she had to be better and smarter than all the others. And most of them were pretty good at what they did.

Suddenly, the phone rang and she picked up the portable. “Hello?”

“Hi Dawnie. You didn’t call me back.”

“Tough day, Buffy. How are you?”

“Good. Things are a little busy right now. There’s a new vamp in town and I’ve stepped up Karen’s training.”

Karen was the new slayer. Buffy had retired eight years ago after the debacle with Glory had ended. The battle had been ugly, but in the end, Glory had been slaughtered by Buffy, Angel and the others. Then, there was a thunder in the sky and they had watched a green light flow from Dawn’s fingers and eyes. The light gathered over Glory’s body and a door appeared. No one knew what to do except Dawn, who’d been compelled to walk through it.

“Dawn?”

“Sorry. How is she doing?”

“Rather well, but she needs work. Anyway, do you have Mom’s ring?”

“Yes I think so but I can check tomorrow and let you know.”

“Okay, how’s work?”

“Good. Busy.”

“How’s Roger?”

“Don’t ask. Buffy, can I call you back later?”

“Sure.”

“Okay, I love you.”

“Love you too. Bye.”

“Bye.” Dawn shut the phone off and tried to relax again. She loved her sister and she was happy that Buffy and Angel were happy together, for once. Her mind floated back to the door. She’d started walking towards it and Buffy had grabbed her arm.

“Dawn, NO!”

“I have to.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s time.”

“Time for what?”

“Whatever is next.” She whispered as her sister grabbed her.

“Then I’m coming with you.”

“But…”

“No. I promised I wouldn’t leave you. I’m coming with you through that door.”

“Me too.” Willow said, sporting her resolve face. Willow grabbed Buffy’s hand, which held Dawn’s.

“Me three.” Xander piped up as he grabbed Willow’s hand. One by one, Anya, Tara, Giles and Angel had taken hold of the chain of hands that linked the chosen people together.

With tears in her eyes, Dawn stepped through the door. As soon as her foot was through it, the entire chain of hands was sucked into it. They found themselves in the same exact spot in the park where they had been, only all the bodies and blood was gone and the sun was shining.

“Buffy…” Angel gasped.

“ANGEL!” The sun was shining and the gang turned to find a very alive Angel gasping for a breath he hadn’t needed to take in two centuries.

“Meow.” The cat said as it jumped up on the rim of the tub.

“Hey Boo.” The cat sat next to where her head rested on the tub’s edge and purred contently. “I know, I was just thinking about the day again. I can’t help it, it was the first day I wasn’t the key.”

~*~*~*~*~

Dawn was sitting at her desk in her midnight blue pantsuit when the phone rang. “ADA Summers speaking.”

“Ms. Summers, it’s Jess. Can you come down? Dani’s getting nervous about testifying.”

“Yes, I’ll be there in an hour.”

“Okay.” With that she hung up the phone. It was just about lunchtime. Dani was the star witness for one of her cases against a major drug dealer in the city. He’d been getting cold feet and she guessed that he was getting threats as well. He lived in a shack of an apartment building and she hated even going down there. She’d been there once before a few months ago when they were questioning neighbors. That’s when she found him and since then, they’d been building a case. This drug dealer was putting 500 bags of heroine on the streets every week, in addition to cocaine and ecstasy. If she could nail this case, she’d be in excellent running for the promotion. So she’d go, of course she would.

~*~*~*~*~

Two and a half hours later, she closed their apartment door and started heading down the stairs. She was almost to the front door when she saw a trail of blood starting at the door. She followed the trail through the hallway and down the stairs. She followed it to the back of the basement.

“Hello?” She heard someone breathing heavily. “Hello?” She asked again. “Is someone there?” She followed the trail until she saw the source. A man huddled in the corner near the water heater. “Are you okay?”

“Go away.”

“If you’re hurt, I can get you help.” He had his head down and she touched his shoulder. When he looked up, she fell backwards in shock. “Oh my god.”

He couldn’t believe it was her. “Kid?”

“Spike, what are you doing here?”

“’Snot Spike anymore. What are *you* doin’ here?”

His eyes were pained and his face was cut up pretty good. His face was covered in blood. “It doesn’t matter. You need help. Or blood. Let’s get you outta here. Where is your lair?”

“I don’t have one. I don’t have anything. I’m nothing.”

She touched his face and realized he was warm. “You’re human.”

“Duh.”

~*~*~*~*~

She opened the door in haste and helped him through. “Go sit on the couch. I’m gonna get some wash cloths and Band-Aids.” She ordered him.

“You don’t have to do this.”

“Sure I do. You saved my ass a few times, it’s the least I can do.”

“Meow.” Her cats were rubbing against her legs as soon as she walked in the door.

“Not now, Boo.” She ran into the bathroom and started running water. “Hey,” she said as she walked back into the living room. “Probably be easier if you come into the bathroom and get your shirt off so I can see the wound.”

In the course of the ride home, he’d revealed that he’d been stabbed in the gut. “I’m fine. You don’t ne-”

“Shut up. Stand up. Take your shirt off. And get your ass in the bathroom.”

He couldn’t believe he was in the Kid’s apartment after ten years. His gut hurt. He was bleeding. Probably dying, or he would have, had she not found him.

~*~*~*~*~

Twenty minutes later, she was disinfecting the wound and bandaging it up. “So how did it happen?”

“Guy jumped me and wanted my wallet. I said I don’t have one and he stabbed me.”

“No. I mean how did you become all reflection-having again.”

“Oh. Dunno. Was fightin’ this demon warrior guy and we were both pretty bloody. Next thing I knew, I was breathin’ and hurtin’ like hell.”

“How long ago?”

“Five years.”

“What have you been doing since then?”

“Nothin’ much. Getting’ beat up.”

“It’s all bandaged. It was deep, but not that deep. It should heal if you eat properly and get plenty of rest.”

“Thanks.” He grabbed his shirt so he could head out but she grabbed it.

“First off, this is bloody and ripped. You’re not wearing it. Secondly, you’re not leaving. You’re gonna sleep here at least for tonight and get some rest. Thirdly, what do you want to eat?”

“Can’t.”

“Can’t what?”

“Eat. Haven’t eaten in a week.”

“WHY?”

“No money.” He shrugged and winced. He was in pain. She could tell.

“Well you’re going to drink some juice and have a few crackers. A little food each day and you’ll be eating in a week or two. Can you walk alright?” He nodded and she led him back to the couch.

“You don’t have to do this.” He said, looking away from her as they both sat.

She stepped close to him and lifted his chin with her finger. “I *want* to.”

“Why? After what I did.”

“You didn’t do anything.”

His eyes welled up with tears and he broke down. He was sobbing hysterically and she pulled him into her arms. “Shh, it’s okay now. Everything’s gonna be alright.”

~*~*~*~*~

“William, look at the wonderful mess you’ve made.”

“What happens on Saturday?”

“I kill you.”

“William, what happened to you? You’re dead.”

“Guess again, Cecly.”

“NOOOOO!”

“NOO!” He woke suddenly and held his side in pain. <Where am I?> He thought before he realized this was *her* apartment. This was *her* life. He wondered what happened in Sunnydale with the Glory woman. But he couldn’t allow himself to go back there. Thinking about the past was no good. It only lead to worse nightmares.

He slowly got up and grabbed his duster, the only thing he’d kept. It had been winter when he suddenly found that the cold was… cold.

“Where are you going?” She asked from the doorway of her bedroom.

He stood up straighter as he rested his hand on the door. “Dunno. Brazil. Prague. London.”

“This is so stupid. You don’t even have a place to go.”

“I’ve overstayed my welcome.”

“No you haven’t. Your welcome just began.”

“Look, Kid-”

“NO!” She walked over to the door quickly and slammed her hand against it. She stood next to him and said, “I’m not a kid. I’m a woman and you’re not leaving.”

“Dunno why this is such a problem, ‘snot like I got anything to live for. Why should I try?”

He tried to pull the door opened, but he was weak from the lack of food and blood. “Because you left before when I needed you, and now you’re here and I’m not letting you leave.”

Spike turned to look at her. “What?”

“I needed you and you left.”

“You never needed me. You had big sis to protect you.”

“Yeah, she protected me, but she never *knew* me, not like you.”

“Things are different.” He said. He turned away because knowing that she had been harboring feelings for him, made him sick. He’d known back then that she had a crush on him. He could understand that, he was semi-dangerous and forbidden, and she wanted to make the slayer mad.

“I know. But that doesn’t change the fact that I’ve seen you in my dreams for the past ten years.” She put her hand to his face and caressed his cheek. He leaned into her hand. It had been the first loving touch in five years. “Please stay?”

He nodded and she led him to her room. He laid down on one side and she sat up next to him. He fell asleep with tears in his eyes and she watched him. He had five butterfly bandages on his face, keeping the gashes from scaring too bad. His hair had grown out and was terribly knotted and dark, partly from it’s natural color and partly from not being washed.

She watched as his face contorted in his sleep. “What do you dream of?” She asked him softly while she rubbed his forehead until she too fell asleep.

~*~*~*~*~

Four days had gone by and his wound had stopped bleeding. She came home to find him laying on the couch. “Buffy left a message. So did AJ. Who’s AJ?” He asked.

“AJ is Angel Junior.”

“WHAT? What happened?”

“Get naked and I’ll tell you.”

“WHAT?” He said in surprise.

“You’re getting in the bathtub today.”

Twenty minutes later, he said, “okay.” And she walked in. He was in the tub filled with bubbles.

“Okay, Mr. John Doe, let’s cut your hair.”

“Mister who?” He asked as she started chopping the knots away.

“It’s what we call people we don’t the names of. When the police find a body without ID, it is called either John or Jane Doe.” She regretted saying the word ‘body’ around him instant. “Sorry.” She said, stopping the scissors.

“’Sokay. Most of the time, it doesn’t hurt.”

“What?”

“The soul.”

“Do they haunt you?”

“Who?”

“The people you killed.”

“Yes. Mosta the time, it’s just at night.” He flicked some water at her and laughed. “So how does it happen that you become a lawyer in a big city?”

“We destroyed Glory in this huge battle. Afterwards, I was no longer the key, and Angel was human. Him and Buffy fucked like bunnies and have three kids now, AJ’s the oldest. He’s five. Joy is three. And Anne is one. Anyway, I finished school and went to college. I can’t fight demons like Buffy can, but I can help put murderers and rapists behind bars. I’m an assistant district attorney.”

“I’m impressed.”

“Yeah, well… I like what I do.”

“So how is everyone else?”

“Willow and Tara are in Aruba. They got married and they’ve been together for five years now. Xander and Anya have two kids and he owns his own construction company. Giles lives with Buffy and Angel now. So does the new slayer. Her name is Karen. She’s seventeen and trains with Buffy. I just needed to be away from the Hellmouth and Boston is just as good a place as any.”

“I suppose.”

“I’m finished cutting. Can you dunk under or do you want me to use the moveable showerhead?”

“Moveable.”

“Okay.” She leaned over him and he inhaled her feminine scent. It’d been five years since he’d been with a woman. But he was human now and the last time he’d been with a human, had been before he met Dru.

~*~*~*~*~

Dawn Summers sat at her table where two months ago, she’d sat alone. She looked across the table at her company. He’d put on weight in the past month. The color had returned to his handsome face, and his wounds were all healed. They had been for a few weeks, but he’d stayed. She was glad.

“So we should celebrate.” He said.

“I guess. I still can’t believe they picked me to be the new DA.”

“They know how good you are at what you do.”

“I guess. Want some wine?”

“Sure.” She stood up and he admired the way her body moved. She wasn’t the child he remembered. She was a woman. She was roughly his age, or the age of his body anyway. He had to appreciate how she’d grown into her body.

“Okay, I’ve got red and white.”

“White.”

“Right. Sorry.”

“It’s okay, Pet. You make it okay.” She smiled and her smile could melt him. She poured two glasses and handed his as he stood up. “To you, DA Dawn Summers. Let your life be filled with the love and happiness that you deserve.”

“Cheers.” They clinked glasses and drank. “Know what I want?” She asked as her face lit up.

“What?”

“A dance. Will you dance with me?”

“Sure, Luv.” She walked over to her stereo and found a soft music station. “May I have this dance?” He asked, extending his hand to her.

“I thought you’d never ask.” He whisked her into his arms and they started swaying to the music. She slowly moved closer to him until she rested her head against his chest.

She felt perfect in his arms against him. He rested his chin on the top of her head as they danced. He pulled her close and inhaled the scent of her coconut shampoo. Still after all these years, she used that shampoo. He smiled. He felt truly happy with her. She offered him an inner peace that he’d never had before.

The song ended and she looked into his eyes as their lips got closer together. The kiss was soft, and left them both wanting, but he pulled away first.

“Sorry, I um… I have to take a shower. I have to be to work early tomorrow.” She ran into the bathroom before she cried in front of him. She’d been stupid. She’d interpreted his staying past the time it took to heal as a sign of his feelings for her.

Dawn ran the water and took her time washing, hoping that he’d either be gone, or on the couch when she got out. She pulled her robe on after drying off. Her hair was up in a towel and she opened the bathroom door to find him asleep, with his back turned to her, on his half of the bed. She slowly walked towards the bed and laid down softly, trying not to cry.

It was the night she’d been waiting for, the night when he would kiss her and… and fall asleep after stopping what could have potentially been her first real kiss. She laid on top of the covers trying to keep herself from crying when he rolled over onto his back. “I… I’m sorry. Did I wake you?”

“No. I wasn’t asleep.”

“Oh. Look, I’m sorry about what happened earlier. I was ju-”

Her words were stopped as his lips were upon hers. She wrapped her arm around him as she felt his tongue parting her lips. <Oh god, that’s his tongue.> She slowly opened her mouth, while trying to remember how to breathe. She was shaking and felt her heart pounding as he slowly slid his tongue inside.

Her mouth was the sweetest he’d ever tasted. She was very hesitant at first, but he slowly felt her start to kiss him back. He pulled away when he found that humans needed oxygen.

He laid back on his back and stared at the ceiling.

Dawn got control of her breathing and took stock of her body. She was tingling all over, and there was a slight throbbing between her legs. The kind she’d gotten when she stole Buffy’s diary and read about what Buffy and Riley used to do. She smiled and realized that she was feeling what Buffy had written about the first time she’d had sex.

“You know something?” Spike finally said, breaking the silence.

“What?”

“My parents were together a long time before my mum died. They’d been married more than thirty years when she got sick. That was a long time back then. I remember on their anniversary, we went to her grave. I was twenty-four then. We stood there and planted a few flowers. He told me about the first time he met her. She was a good bit younger than he was. She was but a child when he met her”

She loved listening to his voice. That’s why she’d spent so much time after school with him. He would tell her stories. It wasn’t what he was telling her about, it was his voice. It soothed her.

“He told me that they met because she was the younger sister of a friend of his. There was a dance that Friday and all her friends got asked to dance, but she was sitting alone. He asked her to dance and at the end, he kissed her softly on the lips. I can see my dad’s face when he turned to me in the cemetery. He said that he’d never tasted anything sweeter and that when his lips touched her, that there would never be any other lips for him.”

“That’s sweet.”

“I told you that because… because,” he turned towards her and they locked eyes. “Because your lips are the only ones for me, Dawn.” She started crying as their lips met again.

He slowly deepened the kiss because he knew she was shaking. He wondered how long it had been since she’d been with a man. He slowly untied her robe and pushed it aside. “Oh gods you’re beautiful, Dawn.” He looked up at her and she was biting her lip. “Are you okay?”

“I’m scared.” She whispered.

“Why? There’s nothing to be scared of.”

“It’s just that… I’ve never… I’ve never been with anyone before.” She flushed as she said the words because she suddenly felt embarrassed and inadequate. He’d been with several dozen women, she was sure, and-

“Neither have I.”

“Yes you have. Drusilla, Harmony…”

“As a vampire. Not as human.”

“But before…”

“I can’t even remember it.” She smiled and he leaned up to kiss her. “Don’t be scared.”

“Be gentle with me.”

“Always.” He smiled as he started kissing his way down her jaw. She was trembling and practically jumped when his fingers brushed her stomach. “Shh, it’s okay.”

“Okay.” She whispered, but she couldn’t help it. She couldn’t hold back the tears.

He kissed down the column of her neck and over her collarbone before he realized she was crying. “Do you want me to stop?” He asked. As desperately as he wanted to make love to her, he could understand.

“Yes… no… I don’t know… I’m sorry.” She started to get up, but he took her hands softly in his.

“How about we take things slow, and if you wanna stop, you tell me. I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“I know that. It’s just… I’ve been waiting for so long and…”

“Why did you wait?”

“Because no one was you.” She said through her tears.

“You were waiting for me?”

“Like I said, you’ve been in my dreams. And in my heart.” She swallowed and looked back at him. “Just go slow.”

He nodded and returned to her collarbone. He placed wet open mouth kisses along her delicate untouched skin as his hand gently rubbed the satin expanse of her abdomen. Her breathing jumped as he slid his hand a little lower, so he pulled back. Tonight was for her. When she was ready, he’d introduce her to the pleasures of his touch.

For the moment, he concentrated on slowly kissing his way to her nipples. He slid his hand up and lightly caressed the soft pillows of flesh. “You’re so gorgeous.” He whispered against her skin, before taking a nipple in his mouth.

“Oh god…” she cried out as he suckled her. She felt the pulsing between her legs quicken as he suckled her breast. “Oh god, Will,” she moaned as he kissed his way to the neglected nipple. She’d never felt this much passion in her body. She felt hot and flush and exposed.

Her hand wrapped around him and she noticed he still had his shirt on. “Stop.” She whispered.

He immediately pulled away. “What?”

“I wanna touch you.” She said. “I wanna feel your skin on mine.”

He nodded and took his shirt off quickly, leaving him in his cargo pants. He practically had a heart attack when she ran her hands over his chest. “Isn’t it amazing?” She asked.

“What’s that?”

“Your heartbeat.”

“I guess it is.” She smiled and put her hands on either side of his face. She pulled his mouth to hers and kissed him, a little more sure of herself.

His hands slid back onto her body and his mouth followed the same path as he felt her hands on his back. He kissed his way down to her navel and laved it for a few minutes while her fingers ran through his brown hair.

He started kissing downwards. “Will…” she started to protest.

“Shh, trust me.” He whispered.

“I do.” She said as she felt his mouth on her inner thigh. He slid his hands between her legs and slowly pulled them apart. “Oh god…” she whimpered as she felt his tongue at the juncture of her thighs.

He softly licked the way up her outer labia and could taste the beginnings of her moisture seeping out. He straightened his tongue and pushed it between the lips of her sex.

“OH GOD WILL!” She screamed at the new sensations. She’d never imagined it would feel so amazing. She’d heard of oral sex before, and even heard Willow and Tara talking about it, but Dawn was naïve when it came to matters of the physical.

He could hardly believe she was willing to give him such a precious gift. Her virginity. She’d been waiting for him. Those were her words. She’d waited for him.

He could taste her as her desire began flowing a little more freely. She spread her legs further and he smiled softly as she moaned and whimpered when his tongue brushed her swollen clitoris. He laved the bundle of nerves as he slowly slid a finger inside her. She was tight and very nervous. He could tell by the way she was shaking and breathing.

Luckily, he knew how to make a woman come and he was going to put those skills to work. He wanted her to have an orgasm before he even though about being inside her. She needed to know the pleasure she could get for when he breeched her previously untouched depths.

He fingered her as he suckled her swollen bud. She writhed and moaned in pleasure, not knowing where to put her hands. He released her aching  bud from his mouth for a second. He looked up her body and found her staring at him. “You can hold my head or my hair if you feel you need to.”

She nodded, “why would I… OH GOD.” She cried as he went back to pleasuring her. He was taking her slowly to the edge and he felt her fingers tangle in his hair. He smiled against her soft velvet skin. He worked his finger faster and added a second, which made her buck her hips into his face. “SP… WILL… FUCK!” She screamed as her first orgasm caught them both by surprise. She was coming and screaming his name as he drank her juices. It’d been so long since he’d tasted a woman.

He continued working her and she came again and again before he finally released her clit from his mouth and withdrew his fingers from her clasping passage. He licked his lips and climbed back up the bed. “Are you okay?”

She was still trying to catch her breath and nodded as she did. “Uh huh…” she panted, her breasts were heaving and he kissed them as she felt the throbbing growing deep in her body again. “I need… need…” she tried to speak but she couldn’t catch her breath and she felt hot and dizzy.

“What?”

“Need you.” She whimpered. “Love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Be with me.” She said. “Stay here with me.”

“Okay.” He agreed.

She finally caught her breath and looked at him. “Be *in* me.”

She watched mesmerized as he stood and slowly pushed his pants down. As every inch of his skin was revealed, she felt herself shaking again. She’d never seen a man before, not a naked one. She closed her eyes and felt his hand on her face. “It’s okay, Luv.”

“I know…. I’m just nervous.”

“I know. It’s okay. You don’t have to look. Give me your hand.” She held her hand out hesitantly and he took it slowly. “It’s okay.” He whispered as he pulled her hand closer to his throbbing erection.

When her delicate fingers first made contact she pulled them back slightly, before allowing him to place them on his manhood. Her fingers tentatively rubbed the skin and the contact practically made him come.

It was hard, yet soft all at once. She could feel it pulsating with his blood. When she finally opened her eyes, she found his staring back at her. She slowly gazed down and took his lean, muscular body in. He was beautiful. She looked back at him and all the fear just vanished from her body and she felt that calm wash over her again.

He understood the look in her eyes and slowly crawled over her. She was already moist, which would help lessen her discomfort when he finally did enter her body. Their tongues mingled and he felt her hands run up and down his back and bum. She whimpered and arched her body up to his and he knew that she needed him. He needed her just the same. In her, he found his solace, his forgiveness.

He positioned his erection at her dripping entrance and she whimpered as he began slowly pushing inside. Her fingers dug into his shoulder blades as his thickness pushed inside her still. He looked down and saw the tears welling in her eyes. He stilled, only partially inside her.

She bit her lip and he kissed her forehead. “Do you want me to stop?” She just cried and shook her head. “Tell me when you’re ready for more.” She nodded and he kissed her face as he waited for her signal.

She felt like her body was being invaded and torn. The pleasure that she’d imagined she would find, that she *had* found with his mouth, was a far cry from what she currently felt. She tried to bite back the tears but couldn’t help it. She’d waited so long for this moment, when he’d be inside her.

He could tell she was hurting, either emotionally or physically or both. “Try to relax, Luv. It won’t always be like this.”

She nodded and he kissed her again and swallowed her whimpers. He remained perfectly still as her body adjusted to the new sensation and he felt her relax around him slightly. Then, he felt her push towards him a little and she took in a little more of him. “Okay?”

“Uh huh. Just slow.”

He pushed in slower this time and practically felt her body stretch for him. She relaxed around him a little more and he was finally buried inside her completely. She let out a cry as he broke the last of both her physical and emotional barriers.

She was warm and wet around him and he wanted nothing more than to move inside her and feel her squeezing him. But he waited for her to be ready. He felt her nails in his back let up and he realized for the first time that he wasn’t thinking about the pounding of her heartbeat in his ear, or the scent of blood that he knew she’d drawn from his back. He could only hear and feel his own heart beating.

She pulled him out of this thoughts as she arched against him and realized that she took him in a little deeper than before. “God…” she whimpered against his mouth.

“Are you okay?” He whispered.

“Uh huh. I’m okay.” She answered back and he slowly pulled out and pushed back in again. “Oh fuck…” she whimpered and he repeated the same actions. “Oh gods…”

The pain was gone and all she knew was blinding pleasure bolting through her entire body as he stroked her insides and filled her. She felt herself stretch to accommodate him and she squeezed her muscles around him. Their mouths met as sweat began to form from their pours. She started feeling flush as he moved inside her faster and she found that she could meet his thrusts and pull him in deeper if she did.

She also realized that it felt good if she raised her hips slightly because his something would brush against her clit. The embarrassment at not knowing what part of him was making her whimper passed as he kissed her and whispered in her ear. “God you’re so beautiful. I love you.”

He wanted her to experience her orgasm with his and could tell by the way she was writhing underneath him that she was close. So was he. He slid his hand down between their bodies and began rubbing her clit and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. She started shaking and he could feel her quaking around him. Just as he let go, he squeezed the hardened bud in his fingers and she screamed his name as he felt his first human orgasm.

Their screams and moans filled the room and the pounding of their heartbeats filled their ears as he filled her.

She felt him leave her body and he pulled her into his arms in the middle of the bed. “Are you okay?” He asked.

“Yes.” She nodded. “I feel… peaceful. Tired and peaceful.”

“And that’s not all of what your body can do.”

“What?”

“There are lots of different positions that feel different.”

“We’ll have to try them all. I mean, you are staying aren’t you?” She asked, a little scared still that he would leave.

“I’m staying. I’m definitely staying. I love you, Dawnie.”

“And I love you, Will.”

*******

And the prophet said:

When the battle is won and the key is no more,

And one fed in darkness now walks in light,

Two shall meet and be one in legend and lore.

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~El Fin~