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Dawn's Fine	By : abra Category: BtVS Crossovers > BtVS/Smallville Views: 2832 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy, 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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- 7
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or the setting of the story. As far as I know, Dawn Summers and all things I borrowed from the Buffyverse are a creation of and belong to Joss Whedon, and Milton Fine belongs to the creators of the Superman comics, and Warner Bros and whoever else owns "Smallville".

Beta: Charlotte Dhark

Timeline � Between "Arrival" and "Splinter" (Smallville), post Chosen (Buffy, the Vampire Slayer), post NFA (Angel)

Rating: NC17

Chapter 6

Dawn woke up smiling. She couldn�t remember the dream, but the feel of the cool skin underneath her cheek brought back the wonderful memories of the past twelve hours. Her smile widened. He must have felt it, or maybe he noticed that her breathing had changed, but he knew she was awake.
"Good morning," he said, running his fingers through her hair.
She purred delighted, and began caressing his chest lazily.
"This is what Saturday mornings were made for," she said.
"Really? I always thought it should involve fresh croissants and hot coffee."
She raised her head abruptly.
"Do you have any?" she asked, looking at him with wide, sparkling eyes.
Dawn had perfected this eager-pleading-hopeful look for Spike, but she hadn't had the chance to use it in years.
"Umm� no."
She pouted dramatically, then lowered her head crestfallen and started nuzzling his neck distractedly. She trailed her fingers up and down his arm, careful not to think about Spike's biceps.
"I can go out and get some," he offered, his grip tightening on her shoulders as her mouth was paying more and more attention to his neck.
Dawn giggled satisfied, and bit him playfully.
"Yeah, right, 'cause all I want is to get you out of bed."
He rolled on top of her, and she squealed excited.
"Making fun of me already?" he said in a low tone.
She had felt a rush of adrenaline when he pinned her underneath him, but when he spoke, it felt like a tidal-wave. His voice was so much like Spike's, down to the serious-sounding threatening undertone that Dawn's world seemed to stop for a while.
"You didn't call me crazy," she said suddenly.
"What?"
Maybe both of them being naked beneath sheets rumpled by previous night's lovemaking was not the perfect way to have this kind of conversation. She refused to give in to the desire that was rising inside her just being close to him. It would be so easy to shut up and touch him. She was so certain that he wanted her and all she had to do was let him know what she wanted and he would comply. She steeled herself against that temptation.
"When I told you about vampires, and Hell, and that. You didn't say I was crazy."
He kissed her lips softly.
"Maybe I just wanted to get in your pants."
So easy, so tempting to let go. Because that was where she wanted him to get back again. All she had to do was spread her legs just a little and he'd take it from there, take her all the way to heaven,
"So, you do think I'm crazy?" she heard herself ask.
He seemed to ponder his answer for a while. He got back on his side of the bed, propped himself on an elbow and looked into her eyes.
"No. I don't think that."
"Why not?"
She needed to know. There was something special about this man, something that went beyond than his uncanny resemblance to Spike.
"Let's just say that I know certain things that make me believe you."
"What sort of things?" she asked, a list of possibilities unraveling in her mind. He had seen vampires or demons, someone close to him was killed by vampires, he was a watcher, he had fallen into Hell like Buffy had that summer, he was in some Initiative-type organization, he was from another dimension, he was a demon, a werewolf, a god...
"Dawn, I don't want to lie to you," he said. "It's better if we leave it to that for now."
'For now.' Dawn's heart leapt. 'For now' implied the possibility of another time.
"Make me forget about it then," she challenged him, smiling.
"I can do that," he said seriously.
Dawn had a horrible flashback. In a split second, she remembered Willow's tabula rasa spell. She remembered Spike thinking he was human. Spike thinking he had a father. Spike thinking he was just like everyone else. The kiss pushed everything else out of focus a second before sadness could envelop her.
She craved his touch with a desperation she hadn't guessed inside her. She wanted the complete annihilation of reality that his touches had brought before. She wanted, maybe not to forget, but to not think about her past for a while. She endeavored to ignore everything about him that reminded her of Spike. And she was most definitely not reminded of Spike when he was looking at her like she was amazing, and special, and wanted. This man would never see her as Buffy's sister. He would never see her as an obligation, as second best.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him on top of her again. His body felt hot and tight and heavy lying on her. She loved it.
"Make me forget," she whispered.
"Your wish is my command," he answered, molding his body to hers and pressing her into the depths of his bed.
Dawn squeezed her eyes tight. The more she looked at him, the more she saw Spike in his features. When he was across the room from her, she could concentrate on his brown hair, or the complete lack of leather in his attire, but not now. She would not allow herself the illusion than the man on top of her was Spike.
"I remind you of him so much?" he asked, and brushed a runaway tear with his thumb.
"God, I'm so sorry. I never� It was never like this with him. And I want you. I want to be with you."
"Don't be sorry. You're here, with me. It was kind of a stroke of luck for me. Without this resemblance, you wouldn't have given me a second look."
She opened her mouth to deny it, but he stopped the white lie with a kiss.
"Besides, there are a couple of ways to take get around the resemblance problem," he said casually, sliding down her body.
"Yes? What?" she managed to ask between gasps. He was so damnably adept at finding erogenous zones on her that Dawn was beginning to feel light headed despite the salty taste of tears in her mouth.
He returned at her eye-level.
"Well, I could blindfold you. But that involves getting out of bed to look for a scarf-like object."
He was speaking in his teacher voice, and yet Dawn felt as if he was pouring fire into her. The sound entered through the ears, and her brain was turning it into liquid heat and sending it through her veins into every fiber of her body.
"There will be no leaving the bed," she said just as seriously as him. "What's option number two?"
He got back on his side of the bed, and before she could miss the absence of his weight on her, his words made her shudder.
"Get on your knees and hang on to the headboard."
The brain really was the most important sex organ. She felt the effect of his words everywhere. She felt them ignite a chain reaction, heat spreading through her as uncontrollably as molten lava from a volcanic explosion.

She obeyed without another comment. Dawn knew, from the way her legs were shaking, she just knew that sad reminders of her past were the last thing that would occupy her mind for the next� minutes? hours?
"Such a good girl�" he said, his voice gravely and his tone approving.
He propped himself on his right elbow and caressed her back lazily with his left hand. Dawn shivered, and her nipples puckered almost painfully. He raised his head and took one of them in his mouth. His fingers had made their way down her back, and as he descended on her leg he used his nails. The soft scratch on the back of her thigh, combined with the hot pressure of his mouth on her breast were pulling Dawn into a sensual vortex until there was nothing except the two of them.
He grazed her breast with teeth before he got up, making her whimper. She took a tighter hold on the headboard noticing he was ready for her, and Dawn tried to concentrate on her white knuckled grip as she felt him getting in position behind her.
She felt his hardness poking her thigh when he leaned over her, reached around and cupped her breasts in his hands. He buried his face in her disheveled hair, and breathed in her scent. She could feel the long silken locks brush her back when he moved his head, trying to get to her skin through the thick curtain of hair.
"Do you still remember? Anything? Anyone?" he whispered, his mouth finally reaching her shoulder.
She could barely understand the words, let alone remember anything that was not in the burning present. His voice was husky, his breath was hot, and he licked his way up her neck while his hands were squeezing her breasts. He took her earlobe between his teeth while he pinched her nipples delightfully close to the pain threshold. She moaned louder, arched her back into him, and took a hand off the headboard needing to touch him.
"Keep your hands there," he said in a voice that invited no defiance.
Dawn put her hand back, and was rewarded with the purposeful slide of his hardness between her wet folds. She wanted more. She wanted him in. How had it happened before? She tried to think back of their previous joinings, but the relentless siege on her senses made it difficult.
"I want you so much," she whispered, lost in sensations.
The magic words. He took one hand away from her breast, slid it along her side, reached between them and guided his shaft to her entrance. He started to slide it inside her inch by inch, and Dawn felt it as if it was the first time. The change in position made a huge difference, he was touching parts of her that seemed never before touched. By the time he was all the way inside her, Dawn was already trembling and seconds from orgasm.
He began to move in and out of her in a slow, steady rhythm that brought her to a plateau of pleasure. She had no idea how long she was suspended between earth and heaven, but after a while he untwined himself from her so that he could change the angle and speed. He put his hands on her hips and increased the force and pace of his thrusts. Dawn took it all, hard and fast, loving every second.
"Oh, fuck! God! Yeah!" she cried out loud when she came.
He rode her orgasm keeping the constant pace with an iron will. When her throbbing subsided, he pulled out and came as a warm rain on her back.
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Late Sunday evening�
Dawn was sore all over, but it was a nice kind of pain. She had to concentrate to walk normally, and every time she sat down, she winced. She hoped her roommate would not notice. Or at least not comment on it.
She fell asleep wondering how she was going to get through her History class the next day, or if she should drop his class altogether. Having sex with a member of the faculty was against the rules as long as he was her professor. She had no intention to take advantage of their liaison in any way, but the sneaking around and the danger of being discovered was an added bonus to the relationship. For the first time, she allowed herself to think about Buffy's relationship with Spike. She did not however allow her mind to drift to a rather distant future in which she would bring Prof. Fine to meet Buffy and the others.

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To be continued�
- 5
- 6
- 7
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