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Both Sides Now	By : addielogan Category: BtVS AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 6137 -:- 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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All Dawn could see was white. White floors, white walls, white doors. She squinted, the brightness of it all
hurting her eyes. She kept walking down a long corridor, glancing at the doors
that lined the sides.
"Dawn!"
She stopped short. She knew the
voice, though at the moment it sounded too far away for her to place it. She
kept walking, her eyes now darting around in search of who was calling her.
"Dawn!"
The voice was louder, clearer now,
and she knew who it was�Andrew. Still, she couldn't see him, but she realized
he was behind one of the doors. Dawn grabbed the handle, shaking it with
frustration when she found it locked. She looked down then, noticing a keyhole
beneath the handle. She ran her hand over it, and the door began to emanate a
shimmering green light. Suddenly, the door flew open and all the white was
gone. Darkness engulfed her, pulled her in, and Dawn screamed.
"Dawn! Dawn, wake up!"
Dawn's eyes shot open. She was
sitting in her bed, Andrew's hands on her shoulders. "Andrew?" she asked, her voice cracking.
He let go of her and pushed a lock
of sweaty hair away from her face. "You're shaking."
"I had a nightmare."
"I figured. I was walking past
your door on the way back from the bathroom, and I heard you scream." Dawn
moved towards him, putting her head on his shoulder and wrapping her arms
tightly around him. Andrew hesitated for a moment before holding her, trying to
comfort her. "Were there any snails this time?" he asked once she'd
stopped trembling.
Dawn chuckled, and Andrew smiled,
pleased that his question had had the desired effect. "No snails,"
Dawn replied, sitting up again. "Just doors."
"Doors?"
"Yes. I tried to open one, and
it was locked. But then when I touched the keyhole, the door opened, just like
I was�like I was�"
"The
key."
Dawn nodded and her shoulders
slumped. "The Key�before it was just me�was green energy. When I touched
the door, that's what I saw�green light. And in the dream with the snails, I
saw a key that was surrounded by the same light."
"But you're not the key
anymore, are you?"
"Giles said he thought the
energy passed out of me after Glory failed, but how does he know that? It's not like he did some
sort of blood test to look for residual Key-particles floating around in there
or something."
"Do the dreams seem to you
like they have some kind of significance? Like they're maybe more than just
regular dreams?"
"They don't feel like any
other dreams I've ever had before. And this one�" Dawn shivered.
Andrew took her hand. "What
made you scream, sweetheart?"
Dawn felt herself relax just from
Andrew calling her "sweetheart." It made her feel
safer somehow, knowing he was there for her. "When I opened the door,
there was darkness. It surrounded me. I felt like I was drowning."
"How do you feel now?"
"Better, but still a little
uneasy," Dawn replied. "Do you think maybe you could stay in here
with me for a little while, at least until I fall asleep?"
"Yeah,
sure."
Dawn lay back down, covering up
with the sheet, then pulling it back a little for
Andrew. He gave her a nervous smile before lying down beside her, stiffly on
his back. "I'm not going to bite you, you know," Dawn said, amused by
his nervousness. "I know you've shared a bed with a woman before, so you
don't have to play the blushing virgin."
"That may be the case, but
I've never shared a bed with a woman when her sister who likes sharp, pointy
weapons was in the next room."
"Buffy came home?"
"Yeah, a
little while ago. She
woke me up when she was banging around in the kitchen. That's one thing that
sucks about sleeping on your couch�Buffy's post-slaying fridge raids."
"Figured she would've shown a
bit more concern about me screaming in the middle of the night," Dawn
muttered.
"She probably didn't hear you.
You only screamed once."
"Still, some alert Slayer she
is. Besides, I've been told I scream loud enough to shatter glass."
"If Buffy had woken up, I
wouldn't be here."
"Hmm. Good point." Dawn
rolled on to her side, resting her head on Andrew's chest. "Is this
okay?"
"Yeah." Andrew relaxed, putting his arms around
her. "Are you comfortable?"
"Very. You make a good
pillow."
"Is that a polite way of
saying I need to work on my muscle tone?"
Dawn giggled. "No. It's a
polite way of saying I like lying on your chest."
"Oh. Well, I'm good with
that." Andrew glanced down at her, his heart clenching at the way she was
looking up at him, like he was someone special�like he meant something to her.
"You're beautiful," he said softly, not knowing any other way to
describe what he was feeling at the moment.
Her response let him know she
understood. She ran her hand down his cheek and said," So are you."
Andrew gave her a long, slow kiss,
keeping the contact between them soft and gentle. He broke away only to kiss
her again, quickly this time, before she laid her head against his chest, her
eyes drifting shut. Andrew pressed his lips against the crown of her head.
"Have sweet dreams now, Dawnie."
"You, too," Dawn mumbled,
already half asleep.
Andrew smiled as his eyes closed,
too.

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Dawn felt herself torn in two
different directions. On the one hand, she was warm and comfortable and didn't
want to move. On the other hand, there was a loud, obnoxious noise causing her
head hurt, and she wanted to make it stop.
Before she could drift further into
consciousness, the source of the warmth and comfort she'd been feeling moved.
Much to her dismay, the noise persisted.
"How do you turn this damn
thing off?"
Dawn blinked, the sound of a male
voice coming from her bed waking her fully. She remembered then that she'd
fallen asleep with Andrew, and realized that the sound was her alarm. She
leaned over him, taking the alarm from his hands and turning it off before
setting it back on the bedside table. "Sorry," she said. "That
thing is obnoxiously loud."
"As long as it's over
now," Andrew said, rolling over on his side. "It's nice waking up
with you."
"As nice as
waking up with two women?"
"Nicer," Andrew replied,
kissing her. "Do Caprice and Isabella still bother you?" he asked
after he pulled back.
"No. Yes. Well, maybe. It's
just back in Sunnydale, you never had a date, like ever, but then when we left, you changed your image and started
getting all these European women. I don't see how you can be satisfied with
just me now." Andrew chuckled, and Dawn frowned. "Are you laughing at
me?"
"No, sweetheart, I'm not
laughing at you. Well, maybe a little." At Dawn's glare, Andrew kissed her
forehead. "No, it's just, well, it's unbelievable
that you don't know how incredible you are. You're more attractive than either
Caprice or Isabella, and you're smarter and more interesting, too. Besides,
dating two women at once�not all it's cracked up to be."
"Why
not?"
"Tiring," Andrew replied.
"They wore me out."
Dawn gave Andrew a sly smile,
moving closer to him in the bed. "And you don't think I can wear you out?" Andrew's eyes widened in surprise, and
Dawn giggled. "Don't you have anything to say to that, Mr. Wells?"
Andrew pulled her to him, kissing
her hard. Dawn froze at first, Andrew's sudden movement taking her by surprise,
but she soon responded, her mouth melding to his as she wrapped her arms around
him, one hand gripping his back and one of her legs wrapped around his. He
rolled them over, pinning Dawn beneath him. She moaned against his mouth,
tightening her grip on him. When he finally broke away from her mouth, he kept
his lips on her, kissing from her jaw to her neck, finally reaching her ear and
finding a spot that made Dawn gasp.
They froze when there was a knock
at the door, and Buffy's voice sounded from the other side. "Dawn? Should
you be up? Don't you have school today?"
Andrew and Dawn stared at each
other, the knowledge that Buffy was one closed door away from catching them
like a rush of cold water. The handle began to turn, and Dawn snapped to
attention, knowing she had to do something. "Don't come in! I'm, um,
getting dressed!" The door stayed shut, and Dawn and Andrew shared a look
of relief. "I'll be ready for school in a bit!" Dawn added.
"Okay," Buffy replied,
still in the hallway. "Oh, do you know where Andrew is?"
Dawn felt her fear rise up again.
Did Buffy know? Was this some sort of test? "He's not on the couch?"
Dawn asked, feigning innocence.
"No. Maybe he went to meet one
of his girlfriends or something." Dawn and Andrew shared another look,
both catching the irony in Buffy's statement.
"Probably," Dawn replied.
"Oh well. You want me to make
you some cereal?"
"Uh,
sure."
"Chocolate,
marshmallows, or both?"
"Both."
"Got
it."
When they heard Buffy walk away
from the door, Dawn and Andrew breathed simultaneous sighs of relief.
"Figures this would be one of the few mornings that she decides to
acknowledge my existence."
"I don't think she suspects
anything, so we should be okay," Andrew replied.
"What are you going to
do?" Dawn asked. "You're in here�in your pajamas�and Buffy thinks
you've gone out."
"I'll just hide in here until
she leaves. She usually goes out at least once during the day. I can pretend I
came in while she was gone. She doesn't care enough about what I do to question
me about it."
"That should work," Dawn
said. Suddenly, she realized that she was still lying beneath Andrew, and she
began to blush. "Um, you think maybe you could let me up?"
"Oh, um, sorry."
"It's all right. Honestly, I'd
rather stay here with you, but�"
"Yeah, I know." Andrew
pushed up off of her, sitting on the edge of her bed.
Dawn went to her closet, taking out
her clothes. She almost started to undress when she realized that Andrew was in
the room. She knew it was a little strange to have been all over him one minute
and self-conscious around him the next, but she was all the same. "Could
you maybe, um, turn around?"
"Oh, sure. Right.
Sorry." Andrew did as she asked without hesitation. "I just wasn't
thinking. I wasn't expecting a free show or anything."
Dawn laughed as she started to
change her clothes. "It's fine, really."
When Dawn had finished dressing for
school, she went over to Andrew, placing her hand on his shoulder. He turned
around, smiling at her and taking her hand. "You're wearing the bracelet I
gave you," he said.
"Well, I like it," Dawn
replied. He tugged gently on her hand, and she let him guide her into his lap.
"Almost as much as I like you," she added, tapping him on the nose
with her fingertip.
Andrew cupped her cheek, bringing
her closer still for a kiss. As with earlier that morning, it didn't take long
for things to heat up between them, and Dawn had to force herself to pull away.
"School, and Buffy, and�and stuff�"
"It's okay. We'll have more
time alone together later."
"Promise?"
"You can count on it. Now off
to school with you, missy."
Dawn giggled and kissed him one
more time.

***
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Dawn was paying even less attention
in class than usual. It was math, which she tended to be able to follow on
account of numbers being the same in both English and Italian, but at the
moment she had more pressing thoughts on her mind.
She couldn't stop thinking about
that morning and what had happened with Andrew. Kissing him had had quite an
effect on her, and she couldn't help but be disappointed that Buffy had
interrupted them.
However, what would've happened if
Buffy hadn't shown up when she did? How far would things have gone? How far was
Dawn ready to go? She knew that Andrew had been sleeping with Caprice and
Isabella, and probably somebody before them, too�if not more than one somebody.
Was he going to expect sex from her soon? And if he did, did she want to or
not?
Dawn chewed on her bottom lip,
drawing designs in her notebook as she contemplated the possibilities. She
didn't think Andrew would push her towards anything she didn't want to do. He
just didn't seem like that kind of a guy. But what if she decided she wanted to
wait, and he couldn't? Would be go back to a woman who would give him what he
wanted?
No, Dawn decided, Andrew wasn't
like that either. And honestly, she wasn't even sure she wanted to say no if�when�it came to that. If they moved at
the pace they'd already apparently set, it was going to be something that would
come up soon. She'd have to give the matter some serious contemplation. It
would be irresponsible of her not to.
Dawn wished she could talk to Buffy
about it, but knew at best Buffy would freak out at the mere mention of Dawn
considering getting all sweaty with Andrew. Honestly, Dawn figured that Buffy
would throw Andrew out and forbid them from ever coming anywhere near each
other ever again. Still, Dawn really wished she and Buffy had the kind of
relationship where she could get sisterly advice on these sorts or things. For
all her talk about wanting to "show Dawn the world," sometimes Buffy
still seemed oblivious to how much Dawn had grown up.
Class came to an end, and Dawn
pulled herself away from her thoughts, deciding to give the matter more attention
when she had the time to really sort out her feelings.

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