| TITLE: Growing Up on the Hellmouth pt 3/? 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 solid R, but again, nothing too 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: This is for everyone who begged me for the next part! From all the positive feedback, I guess I am doing an ok job at writing fanfic. Thank you all for the wonderful feedback. If you keep responding I will just have to keep writing. Oh yeah, and again, 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? Spike grinned down at the petite girl with a look only a predator could have. He was fairly certain he didn't need her to beg to keep the chip dormant, but hell, he *wanted* her to. He missed the sound of a woman pleading, whether it was for him to spare her life or for something a bit more...recreational. After all, a vampire doesn't live by blood alone. Dawn looked up at Spike with an incredulous look on her face. "He wants me to beg?! How gross is that?" For a second her eyes flashed defiantly. She appeared frighteningly Buffyesque with a look that shouted "I do not beg!" Then Spike began to lick her neck. Soft, gentle strokes that were teasing enough to be very frustrating. When his teeth touched her neck again, they were blunt, and he gently nipped her there. The moment his teeth touched her neck, Dawn's resolve crumbled. This was her fantasy, sprung from reading too many cheap vampire romance novels. She had to know what it was like for him to feed from her. Once again, Dawn looked up at Spike. Her defiance was gone. Instead, her eyes were filled with wonder and awe at the feelings Spike was creating. While it may have been less than a year since she was created, Dawn was growing up fast. And for the first time she knew what it was like to experience something more than a school-girl's crush. What the vampire above her saw in her eyes was the beginning of lust. Her eyes spoke far louder than her words as she plead, "I need you Spike. Please.... " "I...I beg you," she said softly. Spike groaned as she said those words. His demon needed the begging� needed to feel powerful after so much humiliation. Spike grabbed the back of Dawn's hair and pulled her face to his. Making sure she was paying rapt attention, he let his face morph once again. Fangs elongated and ridges appeared on his forehead. Dawn's next move sent a thrill through him. Spike nearly lost his control when instead of being fearful, Dawn leaned forward and kissed the ridges on his brow. Damn those Summers girls for being so unpredictable! The gesture of acceptance was too much. It brought tears to his eyes. With a gentleness unknown to most vampires, Spike placed his lips on Dawn's throat. It was her first time, so he sank into her slowly, his teeth tenderly penetrating the soft skin of her neck. If the lack of pain in his head and Dawn's quiet moan were any indication, he was doing everything right. Warm blood began to rhythmically pulse into his mouth. He lost himself in her taste as he drank in time with her heartbeat. As he became overwhelmed by her blood, Spike sucked harder and harder, and Dawn began to cry out� "Spike�oh God�Spike! Wh�what's ha�ha�happening to me?" Dawn's hands clawed at Spike's back, her fingers clenching and unclenching at random as her first very orgasm began to build in her body. Spike was kneeling upright on the couch, supporting Dawn's entire weight in his arms as he clutched her to him. Dawn wrapped her arms tighter around him, fistfuls of his shirt in each hand. Her eyes opened wide and a small "Oh!" left her mouth as she climaxed. Spike drank deeply through her orgasm and didn't stop until Dawn's body lay limp in his arms. He set her down gently, a slight fear that he had drank too much creeping over him. Her skin was too pale, her breathing too shallow. Dawn looked at Spike with a dreamy glaze over her eyes and a small smile on her face. "Wow�" was all she managed to utter before curling up and falling fast asleep. Spike gripped the couch for support as the heady feeling of her blood surged through his veins, making his world spin. Power seemed to flow through him, yet he felt an odd sense of peace as well. Absentmindedly, he brushed a stray tendril of hair away from Dawn's face. "Bloody Hell," Spike muttered. "What have I gotten myself into?" Faery |