| TITLE: Growing Up on the Hellmouth pt 9/? AUTHOR: Faery FEEDBACK: Remember, feedback is like a cattle prod�the more you hit me with it, the faster I write :-) DISTRIBUTION: I would be honoured, just let me know first. PAIRING: Spike/Dawn RATING: Still R�Spike just has the dirtiest mouth ;-) 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 would like to thank everyone who sent me feedback on this fic. I got a slew of responses for just the last part alone. It means a lot to me, it really does. Also, thank you for being kind and forgiving all the mistakes I make. I keep catching grammar mistakes after I post, but no one has yelled at me yet. :-) SUMMARY: Spike and Dawn begin to form a closer bond Dawn groggily opened her eyes as she began to regain consciousness. For the second day in a row, she was greeted with the sight of the cement ceiling of a crypt as she woke up. As if the painful pressure in her bladder hadn't already notified her, the faint sunbeams filtering through cracks in the stone at the far end of the crypt indicated that a new day had begun. At least it was Saturday and she didn't have to worry about missing school again. Dawn leaned up on her elbow and stared at the pale figure resting next to her. Even though the visions from the night before had long- since faded away, she still felt as though she knew him through and through. Her connection to him was deeper than it had ever been before. With a wistful sigh, she kissed him on the forehead. "Be here when I get back," she whispered. With a speed that would make any runner envious, Dawn sprinted out the door and too the Visitor's Center. She had no desire for a repeat performance of the other morning. A dust-buster sized Spike was *not* what she needed today. After quickly using the facilities, Dawn dashed past the attendant. He yelled something about it being unhealthy for young girls to spend so much time in the cemetery, but Dawn only half-heard him as she ran back to the crypt. When she opened the door, she was greeted with the sight of an empty couch, and her heart dropped to her stomach. "Spike, where are you? Are you okay," she asked fearfully. Two cold arms snaked around her waist. "Missed me, did ya?" Spike grinned into her ear. Dawn turned around and slapped Spike on the arm. "Don't DO that! You scared me!" "And that's supposed ta dissuade me, how? I'm a vampire, luv. Fear's a turn-on." Spike leered at her, and Dawn started to giggle. "Yeah, right Spike. You can't hurt me." "You�you take that back now, ya hear?" Spike ranted indignantly. "I'm a mean, vicious killer who takes advantage of little tidbits like you all the bloody time." "I'm sorry, Spike. You're a mean, bad vampire and I tremble whenever I see you," Dawn said in a placating tone. "So I've noticed, luv," Spike purred as he licked her neck. Dawn gasped as he touched her. Somehow everything seemed more intensified this morning. Still unused to romantic situations, her curiosity was able to win out over her lust. Forcing herself to separate from Spike before he could become too distracting, Dawn hopped up onto the stone coffin Spike had turned into a makeshift bed. Idly swinging her legs, she asked, "Spike, what happened last night?" "We going through this again, are we? Don't they teach you kids sex ed or something in school these days?" "I'm not talking about sex, Spike. And HEY, we didn't *have* sex buster, just to get that straight. What I want to know is why I get all tingly every time you touch me." Spike stalked towards where Dawn was sitting and said, "Well, kiddo, there's this cute little four-letter word called LUST that pops to mind�" Spike began to rub circles on Dawn's knee and gasped as he felt the connection she was talking about. Electricity practically shot up his arm. "See, I told you," Dawn breathed out. "You...mentioned something about binding last night. M...maybe that has something to do with it?" Spike took a step back, still trying to maintain his macho bravado. "Now, if you wanted to talk about binding, you should've just said so, kitten. I've got the ropes and the handcuffs somewhere here abouts." Dawn blushed before reprimanding him. "Spike, I'm serious. What did you do?" "Well, it used to be that us vampires, we'd bind ourselves to a human every now and again. Could be convenient, havin' someone loyal who could walk about during the day. Or it could be to show a claim. Like a `hands off' sign to other vamps." "A claim?" Dawn asked softly. "Yeah, a claim, so all the other bloodsuckers would know you'd taken a fancy to a particular human. Sometimes it was nice to sink into a bit of tight, hot quim after nothing but cold flesh for years on end..." Spike drifted off, seemingly lost in some fond memories. "Ahem...Spike. Can we focus please? I don't really need a recap of your sex life for the past hundred years." Coughing slightly, Spike continued. "Um, well...yeah. Anyway, usually the binding was just a formality. You'd exchange a token amount of blood in front of the minions and that was that. Anyone touched your human, and they were dust. Sometimes, if a bloke actually felt something for the chit he was claiming, you'd see some stuff. Shadows of memories and the like. An exchange of sorts...you'd each have a tiny part of the other inside ya. But I never felt anything like last night. You consumed me. It's a heat like no other." "Wow..." Dawn said in awe. "Do you think it's because I'm the Key? Maybe I made the link stronger or something." "That could be part of it. I feel stronger than I have in...ever, and I'm thirsty in the `only for you' sort of way. But maybe I've just takin' a shining to you, nibblet." "Really?" Dawn said, still having trouble articulating more than a few words at a time. "The stronger the feelings, the stronger the bond. And from the way you're reacting to just me looking at ya, I'd say our bond is iron- clad." That said, Spike leaned up to kiss her. Dawn had to stoop slightly to give him access, the stone sarcophagus she was sitting on being a bit high. Spike laid his head in Dawn's lap. "Ever notice what a perfect height these stone coffins are?" he said as spread her legs slightly. "So many enticing possibilities..." He moved to place a kiss between her thighs and Dawn snapped her legs shut. "How many times am I going to have to say no, Spike?" "One less than the number of times it takes for you to say yes, pet." Spike had an incorrigible grin on his face, sending shivers down her spine. Not being able to totally resist, Dawn relented somewhat. "Describe it to me Spike. I've heard Willow and Tara talk, but I have no idea what it feels like. Tell me how it feels..." "So the little kitten gets off on a bit of dirty pillow talk does she?" Spike chuckled with glee. "Well, seeing as I'm not female and all, I can't quite tell it from the girl's end of things, but I can tell you what it's like to lick a gal till she comes. It's great... like eating an ice cream cone. First you start out with a few long licks, from the base all the way to the top. Place a few open- mouthed kisses on the top, sucking gently. Then things start to drip. You have to lick faster just to keep up with it. No matter what, your face is gonna get all sticky, but it's worth it just to savour that flavour. It's dripping so much you have to lick everywhere to keep it from spilling over. Once you get down to the cone, you might dip your tongue inside a few times, feel around the inside walls of the cone, make sure you get every last drop, then in a few more bites, or sucks as the case may be, you're finished, and you have your last explosion of taste before it's all over. Then nothing is left but the sticky remnants on your face, and a very satisfied partner if you've done your job right." Dawn didn't even realize it, but as Spike was talking, she had leaned back on the coffin-bed and spread her legs a bit. "Ah, I see we have an eager customer," Spike leered. Dawn didn't know what to say. She couldn't deny that she wanted Spike, that she was very, *very* curious. Luckily, she was saved the misfortune of having to answer by her sister barging into the crypt. Dawn sat bolt upright and snapped her legs together. "Buffy! Hi! Um,...hi! What are you doing here?" Dawn squeaked. "What, a big sister can't be concerned after leaving her sister alone with a soulless vampire all night long? You seem a bit shaken up. Are you ok?" "I'm fine, really I am. You just startled me, that's all. I wasn't totally awake yet." "Well, I'm glad you've finally rejoined the land of the living, it being after 3 and all" Buffy said with forced cheerfulness. "I thought maybe you and I could do the big sister-little sister bonding thing today. Things have been kind of stressed lately, and it would be nice to hang out, just the two of us." "I guess that would be ok," Dawn said, a hint of trepidation in her voice. "What about Spike?" "Um, Spike...sunny day...usually the two don't mix." "I mean, you aren't going to hurt him or anything as soon as I leave are you?" "No, Dawn. I promise I won't hurt Spike unless he really deserves it." Dawn and Spike both raised their eyebrows, and Buffy explained. "Deserving it meaning he tries to hurt and/or kill you or anyone that I love. But for some reason, he seems bound and determined to help us, whether we want it or not. So who am I to turn down help? I mean, he's got a chip, so it's not like he can hurt you, right?" "Hey! That's not fair! I'm still plenty bad. Don't go thinkin' I'm all safe," Spike grumbled in protest. Dawn hurried to silence him. "Spike, not helping things here." "Right. Yeah. Sorry." Buffy glared at Spike, but managed to hold her tongue. "C'mon, Dawn. Let's get out of here." She took Dawn's hand and helped her down from the stone casket. "Spike," Buffy nodded stiffly in good- bye. "Slayer," Spike said, just as formally. "Bye, Spike," Dawn waved as she began to walk towards the door. "See you later." "Don't' count on it," Buffy said coldly. At her sister's glare, she softened her tone. "Doing the family bonding thing now, remember. You can probably spare one night without Spike's company." Dawn just smiled at Spike, know that if she needed him, she'd find a way out of her house. "So, where are we going?" Dawn asked as they walked out the door. "Well, I'd thought we'd take a walk... maybe get some ice cream," Buffy suggested. Dawn blanched as Spike's words came flying back into her brain. "Dawn, honey, are you ok? You look a little pale." "Yeah...yeah. I'm fine...really," Dawn said shakily, still picturing Spike's tongue in combination with ice cream. Inside, the sound of a deep chuckle rumbled through the crypt. Faery |