| Title: Dreams are made of this. Author: SlayGal Email: [email protected] Summary: Spike has a familiar dream�but with a different leading lady� Rating: PG-13 Couples: S/D Genres: Anger, heat, desire. Note: This is when Dawn knows she�s The Key. Spike moved cautiously around Buffy�s room, looking through her stuff, he stopped when he found a picture of Buffy, Joyce and Dawn; their eyes were lit up as their smiles covered their entire faces. He looked at it a while before deciding to put it back, Buffy might notice that one gone. He came across one of Buffy and Dawn, the sisters had their arms round each other, grinning at the camera, Spike shoved it in his pocket and moved onto the next drawer. He shuffled around noisily, digging through old receipts and note-lets, finally deciding there were no pictures there he moved to her bed, picking up Mr. Gordo, absent-mindedly. Then he moved to her bookcase, he was fingering through the books when he heard a distinct sound of a throat being cleared pointedly, **Oh, bloody �ell, busted** He thought. He spun round, to find Dawn stood in the doorway, an amused expression on her face. �Spike, what are you doing here?� She asked. Excuses piled into his head, each one overcrowding the others, none of them believable, �Nothing�� He said lamely. Dawn crossed her arms, �Really? Just came for some alone time with Mr. Gordo?� She stifled a giggle as she motioned the pig. Spike looked down, realizing he still clung to the stuffed animal, he tossed it onto the bed. �So, the question becomes, what are you gonna do to get out of this?� Dawn said, slyly. Spike advanced on the teenager, he said in a low, angry whisper, �Keep you quiet,� Dawn laughed, �How ya gonna do that? Throw a headache at me?� She asked sarcastically. �Sorry, Spike, but I�m telling Buffy,� Dawn smiled smugly. �You wouldn�t!� He half-challenged, half-begged. �Oh, I would.� Dawn insisted. With that she turned on her heel and started out of the room, Spike caught up to her, spinning her round, �Listen, Energy-Gal, you can�t tell Buffy!� He said, clearly angry. Dawn felt a twinge of anger too at him using the knowledge that she was the Key. �I can, Bleach Boy, and I will.� She put her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow, �Cuz I feel like seeing you get your ass kicked.� �Maybe you need yours kicked, kid,� Spike growled, the heat building, �Like you could! And I�m not a �kid�!� Dawn yelled. Spike grabbed her arms roughly, �What are you then, nibblet?� He challenged, feeling his anger rising, �The one who has you on a hook!� She said smugly. �When did you become such a brat?!� He seethed, shaking her a little, not enough to hurt according to the chip. �Bout the same time you became a jerk!� She spat out. They glared at each other. Spike suddenly leaned in, his mouth covered hers. She let out a surprised gasp and then pulled away, shocked. Both of them looked in disbelief at what just happened. Dawn frowned; slowly moving closer to him, he moved in too, then gently kissed her. His mouth moved down her neck and to her shoulder, �Oh, Spike.� She moaned as his mouth came up her neck again, �I love you Dawn.� He proclaimed as their mouths met again. Spike sat bolt upright in his crypt. He was sweating and if he had a beating heart it would be in his throat right now. His dream played in his head, **I love you Dawn** �Oh no,� He begged with all his unlife, �Please, no!� The End?? |