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DISCLAIMER: Don’t look at me, I’m just playing in his playground.
TIMELINE: future, '09
SUMMARY: Because family secrets aren’t good...
RATING: PG-15
NOTES: Kinda sequel of Let the Night Bleed.
WORDCOUNT: 918
DEDICATION: for Emmy, because she’s a complete sweet who is slowly turning to
the Dawn/Spike corner of the Jossverse. *smooch*
FEEDBACK: Would be really nice.
OUT OF THE BAG
by Leni
Facing her own apartment door, Dawn knew she was helplessly trapped. Perfect, she
wouldn’t have it otherwise. She shivered when his hand found the hem of her shirt,
slowly teasing its way under it. Shifting slightly, Dawn stifled a giggle as his
fingertips stroked against a ticklish spot. “Stop,” she whispered.
Spike smirked behind her, hearing the veiled ‘never dare to’ behind her words.
His hand travelled further up her torso, fingering the lacy bra and then turning the
caress into an impulsive hug that left her back glued to his chest. “Open the door,
love,” he compelled her, murmuring against her earlobe. The pause between each
syllable let him lick and nip at the soft skin.
“Key. Pocket,” she managed.
Dawn almost moaned when his free hand decided to conduct a very throughout search in every
pocket of her jacket and pants. It felt its way around and in each of them before finally
finding the tiny piece of metal in her back pocket, exactly where he’d always known
it was.
Spike gave a last playful pat to her behind before handing her the key. “Anything
else?” His voice rumbled against her shoulder as the hand against her skin renewed
its maddening roaming.
Dawn shook her head. The only thing she wanted now was to open the damn door, cross the
threshold and kiss him until he rued the second he’d decided to tease her so
mercilessly. After that Dawn had plans of doing the merciless teasing herself. She closed
her eyes, enjoying the vision under her eyelids. She managed to open the door, wondering
if they’d make it to her room this time. A blissful smile tugged at her lips.
“Dawn?!”
Bliss quickly scampered out of the room when Dawn opened her eyes to find Angel sitting on
her couch, her old copy of Alcott’s biography forgotten on his lap in his surprise.
She gasped and felt Spike still behind her.
Angel watched at the couple in bewilderment. His eyes shifted from Dawn’s blushing
cheeks to Spike’s angered expression, then followed down the arm that was still
securely wrapped around the brunette. Angel arched an eyebrow when it finally sunk that
Spike’s hand was undoubtedly tucked under her shirt and looked accusingly at the
blonde vampire.
Spike refused to feel guilty. He didn’t know the reason for Angel’s presence in
his lover’s apartment but he wouldn’t let his ex boss ruin his new relationship.
Had Angel followed Dawn's progress through the last years? No. Had Angel watched the
former little girl become a wonderful woman? No. Had Angel fought against himself and his
wishes to let her have something better and finally have to practically beg to be welcomed
back? Well, Spike conceded, his grand-sire certainly did know about the last case.
But that still didn't give him the right to judge or interfere. Spike had been there for
Dawn when everybody else was scattered through the world doing their good actions. If his
friendship with the girl had developed into something more, Angel was certainly the last
one to have any say in the matter. With that thought firm in his mind, Spike glared back
defiantly as he folded Dawn possessively within his embrace.
Dawn went willingly and placed a calming hand on top of Spike’s, only the thin cloth
separating them. Her behaviour gained Angel’s surprise, whose eyebrows went even
higher. Dawn tried a smile and fruitlessly scrambled her mind for a way to diffuse the
awkward situation. She was already thinking of taking Spike and fleeing to a far away
country - Australia sounded nice. Once the cat was out the bag, there was no way this
would end well. No, Dawn wasn’t afraid of Angel; she owed the dark-haired vampire no
explanations (and the anger on Spike’s posture said he didn’t either); but given
Angel’s on-again relationship with her sister it was only a matter of time until
Buffy learned her little sister’s ‘mystery boyfriend’s identity.
Dawn bit her lower lip. Her relationship with Spike was too new and confusing to add the
strain of Buffy’s disapproval. Yes, fleeing sounded great. Maybe later she could send
her sister a postcard explaining everything...
“Dawn? Is that you?”
Three pairs of eyes riveted to the closed bathroom door at scant meters from where they
were.
Angel passed a hand through his hair in obvious anxiety.
Dawn eep’ed. No, please no, not now!
Spike’s hand instantly disappeared from under her shirt. Facing Angel was one thing,
but he was absolutely unprepared to deal with Buffy. Only that fact that the Slayer was
fiercely protective of her sister put him in dire danger, he didn't want to think what
she'd do when she remembered their entangled past. He placed the hand safely over Dawn's
clothes instead, at her waist. Dawn glared at him but his worried expression stopped her
protests.
“We’ve been waiting for you forever!” came Buffy's voice, still muffled
behind the door. It finally opened to reveal the blonde; she was too preoccupied
straightening her clothes to notice the scene in the living room.
Dawn paled and her hand searched Spike’s, both fastening tightly around each other.
“We were about to leave,” her sister continued, finger-brushing her hair.
“What took you so lo---“
The pin Buffy had been about to use fell with a dull clatter against the floor.
Valiantly, Angel took a step toward her.
“I’m dust,” Spike whispered resignedly.
Dawn’s grip turned almost painful, but nobody bothered to tell him otherwise.
The End
05/06/04
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