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Waiting...	By : CWoodhaven Category: BtVS AU/AR > Het - Male/Female > Dawn/Spike(William) > Dawn/Spike(William) Views: 8689 -:- 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.

Chapter List
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Title: Waiting... (5/?)
Fandom: Buffy
Prompt: Tamingthemuse (LJ) - Week#5 � Arcade
Warnings: Sex with a minor (this chapter), D/s
Rating: NC-17 (this chapter)

Summary: Dawn�s not in a happy place, she's spiraling out of control because Buffy isn't in a healthy place either.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the BtVS characters. I am just dressing them up and making them play around a bit. It's free for all to enjoy, and fun - please don't sue.

A/N: This veers into AU/AR territory post FFL in s5. Spike left after FFL, Dawn didn't get cut to open the portal and Buffy didn't die. It will eventually be a Dawn/Spike story and very NC-17 including BDSM with a minor (16).

A/N: I would also like to say that this is fiction, and should be taken as such. I in no way advocate or condone minors participating in BDSM in real life. It is an activity that should only be undertaken between consenting adults.

Chapter 5
Dawn�s mind was racing by the time they got back to his crypt. She was going to have sex with Spike. She was going to have sex with Spike. She was going to have sex with Spike.
She was a bundle of nerves. They walked through the main entrance of the crypt, and Spike just jumped down to the lower level, leaving Dawn to climb down the ladder. She nervously climbed down, suddenly unsure. Maybe she had misunderstood somehow.
When she reached the bottom of the ladder, she barely had a chance to turn around. Spike was right there, pinning her back against the ladder, and kissing her fiercely. It was amazing and terrifying. Like watching the funnel cloud of a tornado form, knowing that it was deadly and could consume you at any second, but being entirely unable to move away because it was breathtaking as well.
When he drew back, she was panting, and her head was spinning. Her skin felt flushed as well. It was suddenly so hot in here.
�So pretty, pet. C�mere,� he took her by the hand, leading her to the center of the room. The candles were still lit from before. A very few had guttered out, but the majority was still burning brightly.
Her eyes narrowed, �You planned this,� she said sliding her hand from his.
�Not planned,� he smiled that smile, the one that made those muscles between her legs clench, �Was hopeful though. You mind?�
She shook her head. She didn�t mind, really. It was nice in a way.
He circled around her slowly, seeming to examine her from top to bottom. It made her nervous, and she tried not to fidget. Once he seemed to find her satisfactory, he slid up behind her pulling her to him, mimicking what he had done on the cliff. His hands slipped beneath her shirt again and he was gently stroking her belly. His lips found her neck, and he placed soft wet kisses along it. It gave her goose bumps.
She was tense and excited, unsure of what she should do. When he just continued with his gentle caresses, she finally relaxed.
�That�s it,� he whispered in her ear, �Let me take care of you.�
His cool fingers slipped down, toying with the waistband of her jeans, dipping down now and then to stroke the skin above her panties. Before she had really even noticed, he had unbuttoned her jeans, and was in the process of unzipping them.
She swallowed thickly, embarrassed because he must have heard her. This was so wrong, she shouldn�t be letting him do this, but it felt so good. She gasped when his hand slid fully down into her pants, cupping her sex through her panties.
�Ever let a boy touch you down here?� he asked, whispering thickly in her ear, and he slid his hand up and down gently over her crotch, pausing and gently squeezing between each down stroke. She felt something throb every time his hand paused.
The only time she�d ever even done anything with a boy was Charlie Hitchens in the 8th grade. They were all supposed to go to the arcade that day, but ended up playing �Seven Minutes in Heaven� at Sally�s house instead because her folks were gone. She�d ended up being locked in the closet with Charlie. All she remembered was that he was super sweaty and the one attempt he�d made to kiss her was wet and sloppy and just gross, getting both her chin and nose wet at the same time before she�d been able to push him away. He sulked for the remainder of their confinement, but didn�t try anything else.
She shook her head, �N-No,� she stammered.
�You don�t know how happy that makes me, my sweet girl,� he said as he ground his jeans clad hips into her, so she could feel his hardness, �Love that you�re untouched.�
She felt his hands shift to tug on the edges of her jeans. �Can I?� he asked, even as he was gently tugging them down.
�Y-yes,� she barely managed to whisper.
He made quick work of removing her clothes, undressing her as if she were a small child; helping her step out of her shoes, then her jeans, slowly unbuttoning her shirt and whisking it off her shoulders. His hands had grazed her skin in dozens of places, and it felt like she had been scorched in every single one of them. She could still feel every single place tingling.
She felt weird, standing here with her back to him in her underwear and bra, almost more naked than naked. She wanted to cross her arms in front of her chest or something. Before she could move, however, he was unhooking her bra, and sliding the straps off her shoulders. She realized she was wrong, she could totally feel more naked.
Immediately after her bra hit the pile of clothes, it was joined by his t-shirt, making her feel a little less vulnerable.
His fingertips gently stroked her arms, down from shoulder to elbow. �You ok?� he said softly next to her ear.
She nodded jerkily. She didn�t know if she was ok exactly, but she didn�t want him to stop either.
�You�re doing so well,� he murmured, �Can I get you to do something for me?�
She nodded, unsure of her voice.
�Good girl. Can I get you to kneel on the end of the bed for me? I want to see you,� she felt his hand gently press the small of her back, propelling her forward.
She stepped to the end of the bed, and turned to look at him, unsurely. He was standing there, shirt off, jeans gapping with the first button undone. She realized his feet were bare, and wondered when he�d taken his boots off.
�That�s it, Kitten, go on,� he motioned for her to continue.
His voice had changed a bit. Gotten harder, or more firm or something. It made her stomach flutter. She blushed. She was really going to do this.
She awkwardly got on the bed, and knelt down, facing him, with her butt resting on her heels. She was glad she was still wearing her panties. There was no way she would have done this if she hadn�t been wearing them.
�Spread your knees a bit,� he told, again in that voice. She blushed down to her toes at this, but struggled to comply. It took 2 more attempts to get them as wide as he wanted them.
Once she had gotten her knees in the right place, he walked up to her and reached out to stroke her face. He sucked in his breath and said, �You have no idea what you do to me. Kneel up, Kitten, and let me show you.�
She felt completely graceless, but she still managed to do it without losing her balance.
He moved his hands to his jeans and slowly finished unbuttoning them. Sliding his jeans off his hips a bit, he pulled himself out. Her brain froze. It was a penis, his penis. His dick. His cock. She didn�t even know what to call it in her own head. It was big, and kind of purplish, and looked like it had too much skin on it. It didn�t look anything like the grainy pictures she had laughed self-consciously over with her girl friends.
As she watched, he slid his hand up and down it a little bit, and she noticed that a bead of something had formed on the top. He swiped it off quickly with his thumb, and then held his thumb out to her, in front of her lips. �Would Kitten like a taste of her cream?� he asked.
She felt herself throb between her legs again at his words, and with her eyes huge and fixed on his face, her tongue darted out and licked his thumb. It didn�t really have much of a taste, and certainly was not as bad as Janice had made out. Spike looked so pleased. It made her stomach flip-flop that she�d made him proud.
�That�s my sweet girl. Got more where that came from. Have a taste. I want to see my sweet Kitten lap up her cream.� He brought his hand back to grasp his penis and then bent it toward her mouth. She saw that another bead had formed and was ready to spill over.
Before she could think about what she was doing, she leaned forward and gently licked it off with her tongue. It was oddly slick on her tongue, but wasn�t horrible or anything.
She made a game out of darting forward and rasping the flat of her tongue across him as the fluid beaded up, delighting in the sharp intakes of breath her actions caused. He didn�t seem to want her to put it in her mouth, and she was glad. She wasn�t sure she was ready for that yet.
�So good, Kitten,� he said breathlessly, and released his penis. The wet and shiny tip was and even darker purple now and a lot of the extra skin seemed to have pulled back.
With nothing to do, she was suddenly very nervous and very aware of where she was and what she was doing. She looked down at the floor, deliberately letting her hair spill down to cover her face. She wanted to bring her arms up and cover herself, but was afraid of what Spike would think about that.
�Hey now, none of that� Spike said gently. He reached out and lifted her chin with one hand, and stroked her face with the other. His thumb brushed against her eyebrow ring causing her to shiver.
His hands shifted, and he brushed her hair back over her shoulders. �My beautiful Venus,� he said looking intently at her, �what sweet little tits you have.�
Before she could even be embarrassed by what he had said, his hands cupped her breasts. She gasped as his thumbs started stroking back and forth firmly over the nipples. Every gentle swish over her hard nipples sent a jolt of electricity between her legs.
She gasped, because this time, instead of a jolt she felt her interior muscles clench and throb as he pinched one of her nipples hard. He did it again, this time with the other nipple. Then he was back doing the gentle swish again, soothing the sting. He kept alternating between the two actions, never setting any sort of pattern. The sensation was so intense.
Her eyes slipped shut, and her head rolled back a little. She felt the long strands of her hair freely swaying now, occasionally brushing against the hypersensitive skin of her naked back. She didn�t even notice when she began arching her chest further into his hands or hear herself making inarticulate sounds of pleasure.
Spike noticed. He smirked at how responsive she was; such a ripe fruit. Ready now to be plucked.
She felt Spikes hands begin to wander lower now. Fingers delicately traced her ribcage and sides, as his thumbs stroked her breastbone. His hands sliding further down so they spanned her waist and his thumbs swept around her bellybutton.
Her head felt extra heavy, and her skin felt super tight. She rolled her head forward, opening her eyes and looked at where his hands were on her belly. His thumbs were sweeping around her bellybutton in circles. As she watched, one slipped in and he pressed down gently. She gasped at the sensation, and her eyes flew to his face.
�Feel good, Kitten?� he asked, rhythmically pressing and releasing his thumb into her bellybutton.
Something in the way he asked made her feel like she was supposed to answer. Her head still felt so heavy, and her tongue seemed to have swollen in size, sticking thickly in her mouth. She managed to squeeze out an, �Uh huh.�
She watched as the expression on his face tightened into something she couldn�t place. It wasn�t really anger, but whatever it was it made her heart sink, and she started to feel sick. She felt like she had done something wrong, something that had disappointed him, but had no idea what it might be.
His hands slowed in their task, and he said, his voice sounding clipped, �Was that a �yes,� Kitten?�
Relief flooded her. She could fix this. She swallowed thickly and said, �Y-yes.� She felt her face get hot. The tips of her ears burned.
She watched, relieved, as the tight look vanished, and a wicked little smile replaced it.
�I can make you feel even better,� he said, still in the stomach flipping firm voice, �Lay back on the bed for me. Up on the pillows,� he gestured at the head of the bed.
Dawn wished she could do what he asked and be all sexy looking at the same time, like the women in movies always seemed to, but she really felt like she just scrambled backwards like an overeager puppy. She watched as Spike slid his jeans completely off, and stepped out of them. Her eyes skirted the heavy fullness between his legs, only able to sneak tiny glances before looking away nervously.
He managed to do the sexy movie guy thing when he slowly crawled up the bed to hover over her. He dipped his head down and caught her bottom lip in his teeth, tugging it gently before he released it. Then he kissed her, and it was as if the world stopped. If his earlier kisses reminded her of a tornado, these were a tidal wave. His lips and tongue were hard and demanding, and she felt as if he were consuming her.
When he finally pulled away, the intense look in his eyes both frightened and excited her, mostly because she couldn�t read everything there. The only thing she could read clearly was want.
�You ready sweet Kitten? Ready for me to touch you?� he whispered huskily.
She nodded and said, �Yes.�
He sat back on his heels, and gazed down at her, studying her. He began to arrange her on the bed, spreading her hair on the pillow, centering her pendant between her breasts, placing her arms at her sides. If someone had told her before this very moment that being arranged like this would make her feel more cherished, rather than less, she would have laughed at them. It should have been demeaning, but it wasn�t.
He was making her beautiful, making her feel beautiful. All those things that she hadn�t realized she was worrying about simply melted away. Her hair didn�t look stupid and messed up, she didn�t have to worry about what to do with her arms, or that her necklace was stuck somewhere around her ears.
When she was displayed to his satisfaction, he ran his fingers down between her legs, over her panties. Dawn saw with horror that there was a huge wet spot across the front of the white cotton. She tensed. What if Spike thought that she�d� somehow leaked. Or worse, what if it smelled bad, she unconsciously moved her arms to cover herself.
The sharp sting of a pinch on her inner thigh, and her eyes flew back to Spikes face. �Stay still, Kitten,� he said sharply.
She stilled, her eyes locked with his. He lightly trailed the fingers of one hand across the front of her panties, lingering in the damp patch. �So hot for me,� he said, sounding pleased, �Don�t ever be embarrassed about that, Kitten.�
His thumb circled around the slick spot gently until she gasped when he found her swollen bundle of nerves. He smirked at her as his thumb pressed �right�there. She fought to keep herself still when the throbbing flesh beneath his thumb went from thrumming flutter to a ripple of pulsing muscle contractions in her lower belly. She had to stop herself from pressing her hips up to grind against his hand. He pressed and released his thumb dozens of times until her hands clenched, and her thighs were trembling with the effort of remaining still.
Just when she didn�t think she could stand any more, he said, �Close your eyes, Dawn.�
She looked at him apprehensively for a moment, and then did as he asked, closing her eyes. She felt him tug at her panties, bending her knees to slip them down and off one leg and then the other. She heard him toss them off the bed just before he placed his hands on her inner thighs and parted her legs. She felt the bed shift as he adjusted his position.
She was startled when she felt him spread her most private part open even farther with his fingers. She felt the cool air of the crypt on her heated flesh. He made no further move to touch her, it was maddening. She imagined that she could feel the weight of his stare, making her feel hot and dirty and naughty.
His hands swept down and pushed her legs further apart, almost to the point of discomfort. One finger returned and very deliberately slid down her slit from the top, stopping just at her opening. Skirting the exact place she wanted him to touch. He made the same move again, this time tracing down the opposite side. Instead of restarting at the top again as she�d expected, she felt him circle her entrance. His finger spiraled closer, and began dipping inside her slightly. She felt her flesh part as the finger slid inside fully, just as his tongue began to lap at her exposed flesh.
She screamed, and nearly came up off the bed. Only the fear of disappointing him, causing him to stop what he was doing, kept her still. He was relentless, his tongue traced crazy patterns back and forth. His finger pistoned in and out, quickly joined by a second one. She knew now that he was going to drive her insane. She wanted to thrust up against his fingers, his face, but wasn�t allowed to move. Her thighs trembled with the effort of staying open, and her hands were clenched so tightly that they were cramping. She knew she was moaning continuously, but didn�t care.
The throbbing and pulsing between her legs now felt like some kind of aching itch. And instead of scratching it, Spike was somehow just making the ache even deeper. She felt like she was driving faster and faster toward a moving target. Getting so close, but having it snatched away at the last second.
When she finally was near tears and couldn�t take it anymore Spike pulled his mouth away and slid his fingers out of her.
�No!� she sobbed, �No please, please.�
�Open your eyes, Kitten,� he commanded.
She wrenched open her eyes, unsurprised to see the room waver a bit as two tears welled up and slipped out of the corners of her eyes. His head was still between her legs, just an inch, maybe two from where she wanted it to be. Where she needed it to be. Her breathing was ragged, and she was so hot that she thought she might burst into flames at any moment.
�Time to grow up, Kitten,� he said coolly, �Take what you want.�
She didn�t even hesitate a second. Unclenching her hands, she grabbed his head and pressed it down, bringing her legs closer together and thrusting up with her hips at the same time. She�d have time to be embarrassed and humiliated later, now though she was mindlessly seeking the release he�d been denying her.
Instead of contributing to the aching in her loins, Spike was finally helping to alleviate it. She ground hard up against his mouth, refusing to release his head in case he decided to stop again. Instead of the pleasure being centered around a single throbbing point, it flattened somehow and yet still rose to a dizzying peak. She hovered there for an eternal half second, knowing she was on the edge and about to topple over. Spike pressed down with the flat of his tongue, and that was all it took. She screamed, and rode herself against his face as wave after wave of pleasure rippled out across her entire body. When the sensations became too much, she released his head, and tried to close her legs. Spike blocked her, and nuzzled himself against her quivering flesh for a brief moment. He pulled himself away, and quickly positioned himself above her.
She had half a second to process that his face was slick and shiny, before he was kissing her hard. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as his hands slid down her hips and hooked under her thighs, and she felt his hard cock probe at her entrance, before it started to press in. It was so much bigger than his fingers had been, and she felt her muscles stretching as they parted to allow him access.
Still plundering her mouth, he pulled his hips back, and pressed in again, gaining more ground. Drawing his hips back a second time; he paused briefly, and then thrust his full length into her impossibly hard and fast.
Dawn felt a sharp, eye-watering pain that made her cry out against his mouth. It subsided almost immediately, and she was left moaning and rocking against him as she rode out the last waves of her orgasm.
He was pumping himself in and out of her with wild abandon. He wrenched himself away from her mouth and grunted several times, pressing himself into her as far as he could go.
He released her thighs, and propped himself up over her, looking down. He thrust his hips lazily now and then.
�Feel good, Kitten,� he asked gently.
�Mmmhmm�yes,� she answered, muddleheaded and lazy from her release.
He dropped a kiss on her forehead, and then managed to roll them both over, so she was lying on his chest. He thrust once more, and slid out of her. She felt a gush of cool fluid that made her want to get up and try to find a towel, but she was so tired and comfortable, she didn�t want to move.
�Rest now,� he said soothingly, gently stroking her hair and back.
�Just for a sec,� she whispered, closing her eyes.

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It couldn�t have been much later when Dawn awoke. She felt a little sore and kind of extra squishy between her legs. She tensed as she heard someone, or something, moving about in the crypt overhead.
When she tried to get up, Spike firmly held her in place, and whispered, �Shh, Kitten, stay still.�
She was left watching in horror in the corner mirror as Buffy began to descend the ladder.
�Dawn? Dawnie?� Buffy called as she was climbing down �Listen, I know you don�t want to talk to me right now, but Willow knows how to fix�� she paused as the got to the bottom of the ladder and turned around. �Oh My God!�
�Oh, she�s already fixed slayer, � Dawn could hear the smirk in his voice, �I fixed her up real good. Keep it down though, wouldn�t want to wake her up. She�s a bit knackered.�
Dawn felt a wave of embarrassment at being caught like this. Her heart thundered in her chest. At the least Spike had pulled a blanket up over them at some point.
�Spike!� Buffy hissed, �What did you do?�
�Nothing she didn�t ask for,� he said. Dawn could hear the smirk in his voice.
�You�re dead,� Buffy said flatly.
�Well, yeah,� Spike replied.
�Permanently, starting now,� Buffy pulled out her stake. Dawn shifted, but Spike�s grip tightened, forcing her to stay in place. She knew she could have spoken and broken the illusion, but she waited, wanting to see what happened.
�Think for a minute, slayer. That really what you want to do? You want her to wake up to an empty bed?�
�Please, get over yourself. She�ll be fine,� Buffy said.
�Just like you were?� Spike asked coldly.
Buffy froze, her face paling. �W-what?�
�Angelus does love to talk,� Spike replied.
�Shut up. You don�t know what you�re talking about.�
��Was I not good?�� Spike mocked in a quiet falsetto.
Dawn was so conflicted. As angry as she was at Buffy, to have Angelus thrown back in her face like this was cruel. Part of her felt sick inside, but another part spitefully thought Buffy deserved at least some of this.
�You�re a monster,� Buffy said.
�Never pretended to be anything else.,� Spike sneered, ��Specially not to her. And she still screamed so sweetly when I broke her cherry.�
Dawn felt her ears burn at that.
�I�m not leaving her here with you,� Buffy said, but Dawn saw she was shaken.
�Don�t have much of a choice,� Spike replied, �Besides, what do you care? I thought you were ready to get rid of her today. Better off with the state, isn�t that what you wanted?�
Dawn frowned, how did he know that? She never told him exactly what Buffy had said.
�I didn�t mean�� Buffy started softly, losing some of her previous indignation.
�Doesn�t matter though does it? �M not the only one who could hurt her.�
�Dawnie,� Buffy said mournfully. Dawn recognized the tone in her voice, and found herself once again hurt but unsurprised. Buffy was giving up on her. Again.
It was the last straw. She pushed against Spike trying to sit up. He let her go this time. She was able to manage to keep the blanket in place to cover herself as she sat. She felt the bed shift, as Spike sat up as well, and leaned back against the headboard.
�That�s enough,� she said, glaring at Buffy, �Get out.�
�Dawn,� Buffy had the good sense to look embarrassed. �I�m so sorry, please. We�ll figure this out. Just come with me,� she urged.
�I don�t care. You�re not forgiven,� Dawn said flatly. �I�ll be home later. We�ll talk then.�
�He doesn�t care about you. You can�t trust him. He won�t let you leave here, Dawn.� Buffy argued.
Dawn turned to look at Spike, �You gonna stop me?�
Spike shook his head, �Nope.�
Dawn nodded and turned back to Buffy, and said �See. I�ll be home. Leave.�
�I can�t just...� Buffy started.
Dawn lost it. �It�s not about you, Buffy! It�s not always about you,� She screamed �I don�t want to leave. I don�t care that you feel bad. I don�t want to see you now. Get.The.Hell.Out. Is that clear enough?�
Buffy�s face fell, �I just want you to be safe, Dawn. You�re all I have,� she whispered.
�Whatever, see you at home,� Dawn said, dismissing her. She leaned back, and Spike wrapped his arm around her.
Spike added, �Toddle off slayer, I�ll send her along when we�re done.�
Dawn reached back and smacked him in the chest without looking, �No longer helping, be quiet.�
She turned back to Buffy. �You leaving?� she asked coldly.
Buffy nodded and turned toward the ladder.
Spike chuckled and whispered, �It looks like I got my one really good day after all.�
Buffy stopped for a second as if she was going to turn around. Then she squared her shoulders and continued to the ladder, climbing up and out.
End Chapter 5

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