| TITLE: Afterglow -- 1/1 AUTHOR: Bree EMAIL: [email protected] RATING: R (sex, vamp stuff and more sex) SPOILERS: Season 5 -- Tough Love GENRE: Fluffy stuff S/D CLASSIFICATION: Future'ship (i.e.: Dawn's at least 18, hint, hint) SUMMARY: Spike and Dawn share a special amorous moment. DISTRIBUTION: Original Sins, Athenaeum, Lil' Nibblin, RRS&S, all other list archives, etc. Please don't archive without my permission. I'm a clingy momma. FEEDBACK: I'm a fb junkie, I admit it. So won't you please feed me! DISCLAIMER: Not mine, wish they were, blah, blah, blah. DEDICATION: To Simone for her lovely encouragement this week, to Bitty Fangs for recovering sooner than expected, and to Jen. Miss you much, pet. Come back to me soon! U.S. sends his love. NOTE 1: This is just a fluffy moment that came to me in a bit of hysterics this week and I can't seem to get the visual out of my mind, so here it is in all it's Glory. Umm, never mind that last bit. Just hope you get a laugh (or something) out of it. NOTE 2: In her story, 'Heatseeker' (awesome story, btw), Marie-Claude enlightened to me something I had never considered.. I hope it's okay, but I allude to that notion in 'Afterglow.' I think you've hit a gold mine, luv. If you've read her story and still don't have a clue about what I'm referring to, read it again and again until you get it. It's all I can think about now! NOTE 3: I beta'd this myself at 2:30am, meaning I read it through several times after running spell & grammar checkers. If anything is totally off, it's my fault and mine alone. I'll correct anything major before I put it up at Original Sins or The Athenaeum this week if you want a "perfect" copy for your archive. WARNING: In my opinion, I'm not a great fluffy-fic writer. Just remember that when reading this. You have now been forewarned. ~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~ Dawn stretched languidly, pleasantly blissful after a round of tender lovemaking with her lover. This was her first time with anyone, and he had taken great pains to make it a very special evening. After a romantic dinner cruise, he'd whisked her off to a cabin he'd rented for the weekend. While she changed into the teddy she'd bought specifically for this occasion, he'd lit dozens of candles, turned on some romantic music, and poured some chilled sparkling cider into champagne flutes. When Dawn opened the bathroom door, she had found him laying across the bed, a cider-filled glass in each hand. Her breath had caught in her throat as she took in the view -- he'd removed his coat and tie, unbuttoning the shirt halfway down his chest, leaving just enough skin exposed to attract a lingering gaze. His hair was mussed up in the way that he knew she loved, allowing the natural curl to take over in a moppy way. He'd kicked off his shoes and socks, and tossed the belt over the back of a rocking chair in the corner of the room, opting to unbutton the slightly uncomfortable pants. Dawn's gaze had started at the tips of his toes, moving slowly up his legs, pausing briefly at the waistband of his dress pants, then continuing up his torso, stopping only when she met his deep blue gaze. "See anything you like, pet?" he'd taunted her, and after she'd given him her ardent reply, the two indulged in the many pleasures of passionate love-making. Spike was an attentive, yet gentle lover, ensuring Dawn that they would only proceed as slowly, or as quickly, as she wanted. She had fully surprised him, however, by telling him that she wanted him to drink from her. Surprised him so much that he'd almost pulled away from her and put a stop to all of it right then. It was only after Dawn had assured him that she knew what she was doing, and that it was truly what she wanted, that Spike gave in and agreed. In effort to reassure him of her desire, Dawn had turned her head to the side as she neared her climax, giving him total access to her life's blood. Unable to control himself any further as he saw her offering, Spike had allowed his features to shift, then leaned into the exposed area, his fangs piercing her tender neck. As her heated blood flowed into his mouth, Spike had felt a warmth begin spreading throughout his body. He could taste not only the potency of the Slayer lifeline that ran through Dawn's blood, but also the intensity of the Key's power. It was almost too much for him to handle. Dawn's orgasm hit with full-force when Spike began feeding from her. She'd read in one of the Watchers' Council books that a vampire's bite caused an violent orgasmic reaction, but she had never imagined it could be so torrid. She had experienced orgasms before this evening, mostly during make-out sessions with Spike, and others from self-pleasured moments, but none compared to this feeling. The intensity had grown as Spike continued drinking from her, but instead of being concerned that she could hear her pulse fading a little, she had only pulled him closer, begging him to continue feeding. When Spike finally forced himself to pull away from her after he'd spilled himself into her warmth, he'd rolled away to lay next to her. A contented sigh had come from the vampire as he braided his fingers around his love's, clasping her hand tightly in his own. "I love you, pet." "And I love you." It was at this point that Dawn stretched, curving her body next to his own length. She stroked his hair with one hand, mussing it up even more, and ran her fingers over the firmness of his chest with the other. She opened her eyes to gaze down on her lover and . . . stopped. "Spike?" "Hhm?" came the drowsy reply. "You're glowing." "It's called an afterglow, luv." "No, Spike. You're glowing. You're *really* glowing." Spike finally opened his eyes. "What the -- ?" "Told you so," Dawn giggled. She was uncertain what was causing the bizarre glow, but was unable to stop laughing at the sight the glowing vampire made. Spike gave her a hurt look. "Stop it!" Dawn continued to laugh. "I'm sorry, it's just -- ," she noted the hurt look on his face and forced herself to stop cackling. She cleared her throat, taking a more adult approach. She thought for a moment, then came up with an idea. "It must be from my blood. I remember something Tara said about me years ago after she'd been brainsucked by Glory. When she looked at me, she said that I was 'pure green energy'." "And," Spike said, flustered. She continued her theory after she saw his flustered look. "And you're glowing green." "Bloody hell, Bit!" Spike cursed, still not amused at the situation. He was becoming concerned that this was a permanent state. He'd thoroughly enjoyed his Little Bit snack, even more so the fact that Dawn had given herself to him so willingly. But if the aftereffect was a permanent Gumby glow, he wasn't sure he should or wanted to do any more snacking. Dawn snuggled up to him, hoping to recapture the moment. "Guess I was your first too, huh?" Spike calmed a bit as her flesh began warming his body once more. He stroked her long tresses down the length of her back, thinking about what she'd said. "In more ways than one, pet. In more ways than one." Dawn planted a quick kiss on his lips, then gave him a pouty look. "You're fading." "Think I know of a way to fix that, luv," Spike smirked, then rolled them to straddle her petite frame, groaning softly as she molded her body to his perfectly. He leaned in close, pressing his blunt teeth against her neck, nipping at her flesh. "Mmmm. That's my little Glowworm," Dawn's warm laughter resumed, then faded into soft moans as a green glow began filling the room once more. END to this soppy little fic "Thank the gods!" comes the cry from the gathering crowd. "Archers -- ignite!" comes the General's order. "On my signal -- unleash hell!" |