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Both Sides Now	By : addielogan Category: BtVS AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 6136 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Dawn sat at the vanity in her
bedroom, staring in the mirror. Andrew had tried to kiss her. Part of her
wanted to fret about it, to wonder if maybe she'd been reading him wrong, but
the way he'd been moving towards her could only mean one thing.
Andrew Wells, former Sunnydale
Supervillain, wanted to kiss her, Dawn Summers, sister of the Slayer.
Dawn mulled that over in her head
as she looked at her reflection, wondering what exactly it was that had drawn
Andrew to her. She traced a finger over her lips as a smile crept its way to
them unbidden. She thought that maybe she should be repulsed by the thought of
kissing Andrew�or at least a little creeped out�but she wasn't. Instead, she
felt a little thrill go through her.
She'd never given much thought to
Andrew like that, but now that she was, she was finding that it wasn't as unappealing
as she would've imagined. In fact, she was wondering what it would've been like
if he actually had kissed her. Would
she like it? She smiled again, unable to stop the grin or the small giggle that
accompanied it. Suddenly, the thought of kissing Andrew made her giddy with a
sort of nervous excitement.
But then she frowned. What if this really
wasn't anything? What if she was just responding to his actions without any
real emotions of her own behind it? Was starting to see Andrew in a new light
nothing more than feeling flattered that he noticed her?
Or what if it really hadn't meant
anything? What if he had just been caught up in the moment, and he didn't
really want her at all? After all, he had two gorgeous, sophisticated Italian
girlfriends. What would he want with her?
Dawn's shoulders slumped. Who was
she kidding? No one would want her over women like that. Hell, no one would
probably ever want her period. Not even Andrew. She turned away from the mirror,
and then got up, switching off the light before climbing into bed.

***
*** ***
Andrew sat up stiffly when Dawn
came into the kitchen the next morning. She hadn't spoken to him since the
almost-kiss on the balcony, and he couldn't help but wonder if she was upset
about it. Granted, he'd shut himself up in his bedroom almost as soon as Buffy
had gotten home so Dawn hadn't really had a chance to say anything to him, but
that didn't mean she wasn't upset with him. "Did you sleep well?" he
asked, trying unsuccessfully to appear calm.
"I've slept worse," Dawn
replied, going to the cabinet to get a cereal bowl. "Is Buffy awake
yet?"
"No."
Dawn fixed her cereal then sat down
at the kitchen island across from Andrew. He read the newspaper and nibbled at
a piece of toast, keeping his head down. Both of them tried to act as if
everything was normal, but the tension in the room clearly indicated otherwise.
Andrew glanced up, noticing that
she was staring into her cereal bowl. She didn't say anything about it, so
maybe she didn't hate him. Maybe she didn't even know that he wanted to kiss
her.
But what if she did know? What if
she'd told Buffy? Andrew paled. Buffy would kill him if she knew he'd even considered making a move on her little
sister.
It was just as that thought had
entered his mind that Buffy made her appearance in the kitchen, mumbling a good
morning as she went to the fridge. Andrew sat still for a moment before jumping
up. "Nothing happened, I swear!" he yelled before rushing out of the
kitchen.
Buffy blinked. "What's his
problem?" she asked, jerking a thumb in the direction that Andrew had just
run off in.
"Beats me," Dawn replied,
poking at her soggy cereal with a spoon.
Buffy shrugged, dismissing it as
more of Andrew's eccentric behavior as she poured herself a glass of juice.

***
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Dawn lay on her bed and groaned.
She could hear Buffy and "Morty" in the living room, acting like a
couple of lovesick kids. It made her ill. She tried to ignore it, but it was
impossible. The sound of Buffy's flirtatious laughter alone was enough to drive
her towards insanity.
Finally unable to take it any
longer, she got up, putting on her shoes and grabbing her purse. Buffy looked
up when Dawn stalked into the living room and towards the door. "Where are
you going?"
"Out."
"Take your�"
"Cell phone. I know, Buffy." Dawn walked out into
the hallway, slamming the door as hard as she could.
Dawn got as far as the curb before
she stopped. She sat down, tears stinging her eyes. She hated this, hated
always being so miserable. She'd thought things had been bad in Sunnydale, but
now they seemed almost worse in a way. At least there she felt like she had a
purpose, even if it was just research assistant for the Slayer. Nothing felt
like it had any meaning anymore. She was just floating, without anything to
tether her down.
Displaced and alone, nothing felt
right.
"Hey. You okay?"
Dawn wiped at her eyes as she heard
Andrew come up behind her. Yet another thing to make things more complicated
for her�possible romantic feelings for someone who she'd once found to be one
of the most annoying creatures ever placed upon this earth. "I'm fine. Go
away."
Andrew sat beside her on the curb.
"No, you're not�and no, I won't. What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Everything."
Dawn sighed. "God, I don't even know."
"Wanna go somewhere? A movie or something?"
Dawn looked up at him, her eyes
red. "Huh?"
"You seem lonely."
"I am, but I don't need you to
fix it."
"I'm not, I just�I'm lonely,
too."
Dawn rolled her eyes. "You
have two girlfriends."
"You don't have to be alone to
be lonely." Andrew stood up, holding his hand out to her. "Come on.
We can find a theater showing American movies 'versione originale.'
No dubbing, I promise."
Dawn took his hand, a jolt going
through her as she did. Andrew's eyes widened for a second, and she wondered if
he'd felt it as well. She let him pull her to her feet. "I could go for
something in a language I speak."
Andrew smiled as they walked off
together.

***
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Dawn had gone to movies with Andrew
alone before. Sitting next to him in a darkened room had never seemed awkward
before, but now she couldn't concentrate on the movie at all. She was too aware
of his presence, her nerves set on end just by having him in the seat next to
her.
She shifted, her arm rubbing up
against his. They looked at each other, sharing a nervous smile. As his eyes
went back to the screen, Dawn felt her courage rise. She scooted over a bit in
the seat, moving closer to Andrew. When he didn't move away, she leaned just a
bit, letting their shoulders touch.
Dawn stayed like that for a while,
the feel of him so close giving her a thrill. Her dating life had never exactly
been stellar, and she'd never done this before, never felt the tumble of
emotions from this particular game. Feeling emboldened, she reached down where
Andrew's hand was resting on the arm of the seat, entwining her fingers with
his.
Andrew froze at the first brush of
Dawn's hand against his. He took a deep breath, building up the courage to look
over at her. Her eyes were glued to the screen, but as she felt his gaze on
her, she turned. They both looked down at their hands for a moment before looking
back up, their eyes locking. Andrew reached out, cupping her cheek in his free
hand. When Dawn didn't move away, but nuzzled against it instead, he moved in,
pressing his lips against hers.
The kiss was tentative at first,
closed mouth with only a light amount of pressure. But as they both decided
that this was what they wanted to be
doing at the moment, it grew, until a series of simple kisses had become a
full-blown make out session.
While a part of her mind was
screaming that this was Andrew and that should be somehow shocking, Dawn didn't
care. Kissing him like this in the darkened theater was a rush, and she didn't
want to stop. He was a better kisser than she ever would've imagined, and his
touch was making her melt against him.
When the lights
came on, Andrew and Dawn pulled away, both looking at each other in surprise. "Guess the movie's over," Andrew
said lamely, a sudden awkwardness coming over both of them.
"Yeah, I guess it is,"
Dawn replied. She looked down at the floor, now sure what to do now.
"So, um, want to go get
something to eat? I mean, unless you want to go home, then we could, um, do
that."
"Eating sounds good," Dawn replied.
Andrew nodded, and left the
theater, Dawn beside him.

***
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As they walked down the street in
search of a place to have dinner, Dawn felt the awkwardness grow. She wasn't
sure what to do now. What had that meant? Should they be talking? Should she be
holding his hand? She bit her lip, glancing up at Andrew to see him looking
nervously around at everything but her.
"There's a good restaurant up
here, on this street," he said after a bit, pointing.
"All
right."
They didn't say anything else to
each other, even after they'd reached the restaurant and were seated. They had
already ordered their meals before Andrew finally spoke.
"So, um, what did you think of
the movie?"
Dawn was tracing the design on the
tablecloth with her finger. "I didn't really see much of it," she
replied.
"Guess it wouldn't have
mattered if we'd seen it dubbed, huh?" Andrew asked with a chuckle.
Dawn laughed back. "No, I
guess not." She looked up then. "What was that exactly?"
"Um, kissing?"
"Kissing and then some,"
Dawn replied. "You copped a feel a couple of times there, buddy."
Andrew blushed. "Dawn, I'm
sorry. I didn't mean to cross a line with you, and now I've probably ruined out
friendship, and�"
Dawn held up her hands. "Whoa.
Slow down there. It wasn't all you. I had busy lips and hands, too." She
smiled slowly. "Besides, I, um, well�I liked it."
"You�you did?"
"Yeah."
Andrew smiled back. "Me, too."
Dawn blinked. "Really?"
"Why wouldn't I?"
"Because I'm�well,
just me. And�and you
have Caprice and Isabella."
"Dawn, you're ten times the
woman either one of them is. Don't try to sell yourself short. You're�you're
wonderful."
Dawn turned a deep crimson, and her
focus went back to the tablecloth. "You're just saying that."
"No, I'm not. You think people
don't notice you, but I do. I always have. When you walk in a room, you're all
I can notice."
Dawn looked back up sharply.
"You're serious."
"I am."
She reached across the table, her
palm turned upwards. Andrew took her hand.

***
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When they got back to the
apartment, Buffy was already asleep. They kept the light off in the living
room, the moonlight trickling in through the windows all they had to see by. "Tonight
was good," Dawn whispered.
"It really was," Andrew
replied, whispering back.
"So�what happens from
here?"
Andrew brushed her hair away from
her face. She looked so beautiful in this light, and he felt his heart clench.
"We'll have to see, won't we?"
Dawn smiled. "I guess we will.
Good night, Andrew."
"Good night, Dawnie." He
gave her a soft, almost chaste kiss. "Sweet dreams."
"You, too," Dawn replied.
She started towards her room, but stopped, going back to Andrew. She took his
face in both hands and kissed him hard before leaving him alone.
Andrew grinned. "Good"
didn't even begin to cover it�

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I'd sort of forgotten about this
story, but then someone nominated me for an award, and it reminded me. (Thanks
to whoever that was.) So, moral of this story�nominate me for lots of awards,
and I'll write more. lol Just
kidding�although reviews never hurt. *wink*
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