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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
- 5
- 6
- 7
Title: Waiting... (6/?)
Fandom: Buffy
Warnings: Sex with a minor -16 (this chapter), blood play (minor), demon sex.
Rating: Hard R (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.

A/N: I took some liberties with the s6 timeline. Buffy knows about her arch-nemesises�ses, and who they are, but not much else.

Feedback / concrit is welcome

Chapter 6
As soon as Dawn was sure Buffy was out of the crypt, she pulled away from Spike. She wrapped the blanket around her and scooted to the far edge of the bed. All of her bravado gone, she put her shaking hands up to cover her face as the tears began to fall.
Dawn felt sick. She was so stupid to have trusted a demon. Every evil thing Buffy had ever told her about Spike was echoing in her head. She�d handed her virginity to him on a silver platter.
She heard the snick of a lighter, and then Spike�s sharp inhale as he lit a cigarette. It took a few seconds to register that he was handing it to her.
�Take it,� he said.
She laughed crazily. �I thought you didn�t want me to smoke.�
�You telling me you don�t need it?� he asked.
She reluctantly accepted it from him and took a long drag, using her other hand to wipe her face, and all the while refusing to look at Spike. She didn�t want to see the smug, satisfied look that she knew was on his face. She stared instead at the cigarette, losing herself in the mindless act of inhaling, exhaling and tapping the ash off the end.
Spike handed her an ashtray just as the cherry reached the filter. She sadly crushed it out, acutely aware that her reprieve was over.
�You just gonna to sit there?� Spike asked, setting the ashtray down on the night table next to him.
She tried to sigh, but it came out as a choked half-sob. �No,� she said and cleared her throat. �I�ll get out of your way.�
She pulled the blanket around herself more firmly, and leaned forward to stand up. She was startled when she felt Spike�s firm grip on her arm.
�Not what I meant, Bit. C�mere,� he said, using the same commanding voice he had earlier. She was torn; a huge part of her wanted to just acquiesce, but the rest of her had had enough of everyone telling her what to do.
She tried to pull her arm away. �You�ve had your fun, Spike. Just...� She paused as the tears threatened to overwhelm her again. When she�d gotten control of herself, she whispered pleadingly, �Just let me be, okay? Please?�
�Can�t do that. Don�t make me tie you up,� he threatened.
She could tell he was serious by the tone of his voice, so she allowed herself to be dragged back onto his naked lap. He put his arms around her, and she curled up against his chest, refusing to make eye contact.
�Talk to me,� he said after several long minutes of silence.
She felt the urge to laugh hysterically, and barely suppressed it. �What, you�re Oprah now?� she asked, not bothering to keep the contempt out of her voice.
�Not bloody likely,� he said with a grimace. �And as brilliant as I think you telling the slayer off was, it wasn�t easy for you.�
�Don�t pretend you care, Spike,� she said angrily.
�Look at me,� he said, his voice firm but quiet.
She shook her head. She had no desire to see the gleeful contempt in his eyes.
�Dawn,� he said, his voice harder.
She sighed. �Fine!�
It seemed like such a simple task, to raise her head and look up at him, but it took every ounce of strength and courage she had left. She lifted her head first, and then managed to finally meet his eyes, steeling herself for what she knew she�d find there.
Surprisingly, although his expression was hard to read, the scorn and contempt she�d expected to see were missing. Everything else was a jumble, but that at least was very clear to her.
�Why?� she asked.
�Why do you think?� he replied.
�To hurt Buffy,� she said, trying very hard to keep her voice firm.
He dipped his head in a slight nod.
She nodded back, her worst fears confirmed. �Did you�,� she started, then stopped, shaking her head. �Doesn�t matter.� There was a huge lump blocking her throat. She wondered if it would choke her.
�Did I what?� he asked, his voice surprisingly calm. �Did I care? Did I want you? Did I use you to hurt your sister?�
She nodded.
He picked her up, shifting their bodies so that she lay under him. She gasped at his hardness when he thrust his hips against her.
�I do want you,� he said. �But I�m not a man, Kitten. I�m a demon.�
He leaned in and kissed her hard. She allowed him to, even encouraged it by wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Despite all the pain and hurt, his kisses still made the world fall away.
He pulled back and adjusted himself to lie along her left side, propping his head up on one arm. He tugged at the blanket wrapped around her chest with his free hand, exposing her breasts.
�Let me play, Kitten?� he asked, his hand moving up to cup one of her breasts. His thumb stroked the nipple gently.
�Wait,� she said, finding her voice at last. She pushed his hand away.
A million thoughts ran through her head, like a pack of wild animals. She couldn�t single one out to concentrate on; all of them were clamoring for attention.
She gave up on trying to wrestle her own demons. Instead, she looked at him long and hard, and finally said flatly, �Change. Show me.�
He studied her face for a moment, then nodded. She heard the crunch of bone as his face was re-sculpted.
She examined it. She�d assumed that she knew what vamps looked like, but realized now that she had never taken the time to study one. She�d thought that because this face was a part of Spike, she would find it just as attractive as he was. She�d been wrong.
Up close, it was alien and terrifying to see him like this. The pronounced ridges, piercing yellow eyes and fangs were so inhuman. She reached up to touch his face hesitantly. He didn�t pull away. She rubbed the ridges on his brow, part of her hoping to feel them give under her fingers, like latex. She was mistaken; they were hard and felt similar to the bones beneath the skin of her knees or elbows.
How many girls had gone to their graves seeing this face looming over them? The thought made her a bit sick to her stomach, but she knew she had to have an answer.
As if reading her mind, Spike said, �Too many to count, Kitten.�
She held his amber gaze and picked up his hand, placing it on her breast.
Spike didn�t look surprised, or if he did, she couldn�t tell with his face all bumpy.
�You sure, Bit?� The words had a barely noticeable sibilant cast to them.
She nodded, eyes still locked with his. She refused to look away as he lowered his head and licked delicately at a nipple. He alternated sides, teasing her, worshiping her breasts with his tongue.
The tingle of arousal she felt was becoming intertwined with sparks of fear. Every time her brain processed that she was allowing a killer to touch her, her nerve endings went haywire. A hot pulse flaring out from the base of her neck raced along her nerves to her fingertips and toes, then rushed back to settle somewhere in the pit of her stomach. And still she allowed him to continue.
Her nipples were hard points now; just a light touch to them caused terrible, wonderful flutters between her legs. She was still a little sore from earlier, but the slight twinges only amplified her arousal instead of dampening it.
Spike gently tugged the blanket down until she was completely exposed to him. They still kept eye contact, as if they were both enchanted. Beauty and her Beast.
He rose over her and gently stroked a path down her belly with his fingers, then lowered his head to trace the same path with his tongue.
He gently parted her legs, spreading her open. Her muscles protested, trembling slightly. They felt almost bruised. She noticed that there was dried blood on her thighs. She wanted to be embarrassed by this, but she had been hollowed out, too emotionally hurt to care.
Spike seemed to pick up on this, and instead of going after what Dawn knew he wanted, he reached up and grabbed her hand, lacing his fingers with hers. His thumb gently stroked her palm.
�Want me to stop, Dawn?� he asked, his gentle tone at odds with his monstrous face.
She shook her head, and gripped his fingers tightly, holding onto him as she felt herself start to come apart. One person shouldn�t be able to feel so many things at once: arousal, terror, loneliness, despair, excitement, need. Maybe normal people didn�t feel all those things; maybe the monks built her wrong. She just knew that she needed this, needed to have the memory of what he truly was with her forever.
�Let me fix this, Kitten. Let me be what you need,� he said, his cheek rubbing against her thigh.
And with that, all the tension and frustration and pain broke and melted away. This monster was her Spike. The one she always turned to when things got bad, who always gave her what she needed.
�Please, Spike, I need�,� she broke off, unable to form the right words.
�Shh, I know. I have you.� He squeezed her hand.
She relaxed and allowed him to take care of her.
He held both her hand and her gaze as he lapped up the blood and other fluids from her thighs. The gentle stroking of his tongue was simultaneously soothing and arousing, and soon she was opening her legs further and gently rocking her hips toward his face.
When she was cleaned to his satisfaction, he lifted his head up and grinned. She suddenly had an image flash through her mind of him striking his deadly fangs deep into her thigh. The picture sent a frisson of fear through her that did nothing to diminish her arousal.
His grin widened briefly before he leaned forward once again. Unlike the last time he�d been between her thighs, he didn�t tease; instead he quickly brought her to the brink of a sweet, gentle orgasm. Their eyes remained locked until she was forced to close her own as she crested the wave of pleasure. She gladly immersed herself in the bliss he offered.
He was over her and inside her before she opened her eyes. He grasped the hand he wasn�t already holding, and entwined his fingers with hers, pinning her arms next to her head. He rocked himself against her, drawing out her orgasm even as he reached his own.
Dawn opened her eyes just as Spike gave a low, inhuman growl and spilled himself into her. She gripped his fingers tightly and wrapped her long legs around him, holding him to her.
She heard the familiar crunch of bone and watched as his face shifted back to its normal planes and angles.
He leaned forward and kissed her gently. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead on hers.
�We�re good, yeah?� he asked.
�Yeah,� she said, smiling, realizing that she genuinely meant it.

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They both dressed in comfortable silence. Dawn hadn�t been able to find her panties, and suspected he�d kept them. She would have said something, but she thought it was kind of romantic that he�d wanted to keep something of hers. And if the panties really were just lost, she wanted to hold on to the notion that he�d taken them. So she remained quiet, pulling her jeans on over her bare butt.
When they had finished, Dawn asked suddenly, �How did you know Buffy wanted me to go into foster care?�
�Those three tossers. They had her under surveillance.� Dawn heard the unspoken �for me.�
�So what now?� she asked.
He shrugged. �Not sure.�
�But you�re leaving.� She didn�t even bother to make it a question.
�Have to, don�t I?� he replied.
Dawn nodded. She knew he was right, but she was going to miss him. He�d been her only real friend.
�You need me to walk you back?� he asked her.
She shook her head. �I�ll be fine.�
�Yeah, you will,� he said. She knew he was talking about more than the walk back, and was grateful for his support.
She walked over to him and gave him a hug. He wrapped his arms around her and she felt his otherness now; the strength in his arms, the stillness of his heart. �I�ll miss you,� she said earnestly. �Will I see you again?�
�Count on it,� he said, and kissed her forehead.
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She didn�t hover outside the front door, even though she wanted to. It was better to get everything over with so she could get some sleep.
In the living room were Buffy, Willow, Xander and Tara. She almost expected to see Giles.
�Oh look, my very own intervention,� she said dryly, and entered the lion�s den.
End Chapter 6

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