| TITLE: Growing Up on the Hellmouth pt 2/? AUTHOR: Faery FEEDBACK: Glowing responses and * Constructive* criticism will be cherished like chocolate. Flames will be fed to Angelus to tear up. DISTRIBUTION: I would be honoured, just let me know first. SPOILERS: Blood Ties PAIRING: Spike/Dawn RATING: I'm gonna say R for this part, but nothing really graphic DISCLAIMER: Joss owns all. Joss rules all. But if he ever wants to give up Spike I'd be more than happy to play with him for a while. AUTHOR'S NOTE: I haven't written fanfic in a long time, and I've never done a Dawn fic before. So be kind, and let me know how I'm doing with the characters' voices. Also, this has not been beta'd, so all mistakes are mine. SUMMARY: What if Dawn had run back into the night after finding out that she is the key? "Ok, you can feed from me." These were words Spike thought he would never hear from one of the Summers' girls. Sure, he may have been pining away for the blonder of the two sisters, but the little girl was just as much a mystery as her older sister. Both of them had this canny way of doing the totally unexpected, leaving him at a loss for words. It must have been the chip that did it, or maybe a vision of a slimmer Spike, neatly fitting inside of a dust buster, that made him try to convince Dawn that offering up her lifeblood to a soulless, starving vampire wasn't perhaps the wisest decision she'd ever made. Then she'd thrown him for a loop again. Instead of getting all teary- eyes and running away, she took her nail and re-opened her wound. For him, it was as erotic as a lover spreading her legs. The intent was the same. It screamed, "come on in." Spike didn't need any more convincing. It took all his strength not to drain her then and there. Chip or no, she was begging for it. That should make the chip inactive right? He certainly didn't want to *hurt* her. He had screaming of an entirely different sort in mind. He was determined to make this good for her. He knew from many years of first hand experience, both giving and receiving, that a vampire's kiss could be either brutal or erotic. For her, he would make it pleasurable. It's not every day an innocent opens a vein for you, you know. Slowly he brought his mouth to her arm. First he licked slowly up her arm, his tongue tracing the grooves the knife had left in her arm. Then he took her hand and cleaned it, sucking off every last drop of blood that had pooled there while they talked. He could feel her responding to his touch. Her eyes were closed, and her head was tilted back with her mouth slightly ajar. No doubt the little kitten had never even had a man touch her, let alone ravage her body with his mouth. Dawn didn't know what to do. She could feel his cold tongue pushing into her arm, cleaning her cuts and lapping up the blood. And while his tongue was cold, she felt warm all over�so warm! She had never felt so precious or loved, never felt so alive. And that was what she needed�to feel alive. To feel like a human with human responses, not some mystical Key that was to be used in a battle of the gods. Spike was touching her, needing her. Her blood was helping keep him alive, and somewhere deep inside she took great satisfaction from that. But the only thoughts she could muster up were, "don't stop� please�.oh God, don't stop." But none of this was said out loud. Only small little sighs managed to escape from her lips. Spike suckled Dawn's arm until there was no blood left on the skin. Until it was again milky white arm with only harsh red lines to mar the surface. The blood flow stopped as the cuts began to form a protective layer again. Lazily he continued to lavish wet kisses on her arm, no longer feeding, simply worshipping his fount of blood with his mouth. His thirst was far from quenched, and her racing heart indicated that she was thoroughly enjoying herself, but he didn't want to risk taking too much. She was a little girl, and only had so much blood to offer before things began to take a toll. Spike pushed himself up, kneeling between the girl's legs on the couch. Shakily he said, "I gather we've both had enough for one night, wouldn't you say?" Dawn looked up at Spike with dreamy eyes, but clutched his hand with a strength that belied her size. "Don't leave me Spike. I�you�you make me feel better. I don't want you to stop." "Nibblet, if I don't stop, you won't have a drop of blood left to your name." Despite his protests, he couldn't help but lean over her again. Supporting himself on one arm, he gently took her wrist again." "No, Spike" "Um, luv. You're sending off some mixed signals here. I'm afraid I don't speak teenager, so tell me�*what do you want* ?" Dawn leaned forward a bit and tilted her head to the side. "Here�I want you to bite me here." She had her eyes closed and an expectant look on her face. Spike's demon roared inside of him. "DRAIN HER DRY!" was its command. Somewhere in the back of his mind, images of dust busters were floating around, but Spike was through protesting. If the little chit wanted him so badly, who was he to deny her. Spike placed a kiss over her pulse point and deliberately let his fangs graze her neck. He could feel her body unconsciously arching into his embrace. "Kitten I'm touched. Really I am. But I have this chip you see. If I didn't know better, I'd say the thing takes great pleasure in sending little zigzags of electricity all over my brain. If you *really* want this, you're going to have to do something for me." Dawn's expectant eyes looked into Spike's golden ones. She gave him her "I'm braver than you think" look and boldly said, "I'll do anything Spike. What do you want me to do?" A positively wicked look crept over his face. "Beg for me, kitten." Faery |