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Both Sides Now	By : addielogan Category: BtVS AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 6136 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dawn stretched in the bed next to
Andrew, deciding this waking up with her boyfriend thing was something she
could get used to. It was as wonderful as she'd always imagined, with every
time she did it seeming better than the last. Even with the dark shadow of
Buffy being off fighting another apocalypse hanging over her, she could be
positive about this day. She always wanted to wake up this happy.
Andrew was still sleeping, and Dawn
propped up on one elbow to get a better look at him. She couldn't stop the wide
grin that spread across her face or the warmth that seemed to burst straight
from her heart. Just watching him sleep could make everything perfect.
Dawn realized with a start that
this had to be love. Nothing else could possibly make her feel this way. She
was in love�with Andrew. She let that thought sit in her mind again, turning it
over and over until she smiled again. It felt right, thinking of Andrew in terms of being in love. She reached
out and touched the side of his face, and his eyes opened.
Andrew smiled warmly as he saw her.
"Hey," he said sleepily.
"Hey
yourself."
"Did you sleep well?" he
asked, stretching a little.
Dawn moved back down, resting her
head on his chest. "Mmm.
I did. Had good dreams all night. Must've
been from sleeping on my favorite pillow." She could feel Andrew's
chuckle reverberate through her, and it made her tingle. "Can we just stay
like this all day?"
"That was the plan, wasn't
it?"
"It was. And I still think
it's a good plan." Being so close to him made Dawn want more, though she
wasn't sure how much or how even how to initiate it. And if they started
something now, in the bed, with no one around to interrupt them, would things
go too far?
Before Dawn could make up her mind,
Andrew asked, "Can we put the plan on hold for a moment? I have to use the
bathroom, and that's probably something I should get up for�"
Oh,
right, Dawn thought, Reality and
all that. She sat up. "Sure."
Andrew gave her a short kiss that
still managed to make her toes curl. "I'll be right back."
He left the room, and Dawn lay back
down, resting her face against the pillow he'd been using. His scent still
lingered on it, and she breathed it in. She'd never thought of people having
distinctive scents that could be noticed with anything short of vampire senses,
but with Andrew, she could. And she loved it, loved the way it could affect
her.
And
she loved him� Dawn let
that thought come back to her mind as a reminder of the conclusion she'd
reached earlier. It made her giddy.
When Andrew came back, Dawn got out
of the bed, responding to his curious look by saying, "I should go, too. I
mean, if we're going to be here for a while, then�" Her voice trailed off
as she blushed.
"Yeah, okay," Andrew
replied, running his hand through his messy curls.
Dawn went into the bathroom,
shutting the door behind her. She hated how she could go from feeling
completely relaxed with Andrew to feeling nervous and awkward within a matter
of seconds. It made her feel all jumbled up, never knowing what emotion was
going to come next.
She used the toilet, then went to the sink, looking at herself in the mirror as
she washed her hands. She wondered what Andrew thought of her first thing in
the morning, if he still thought she was pretty with her hair uncombed and her
eyes a bit puffy. She thought he looked adorable when he'd just woken up, but
what if he didn't think the same about her? She picked up a brush from the
counter and worked it through her hair. Satisfied with that, Dawn turned towards
the door, stopping quickly and facing the sink again when she remembered the
evil that was morning breath. She knew that when she got back into the bed with
Andrew there would be at the very least some kissing, and even though their
breath hadn't proven to be much of a problem the last time, she wasn't going to
take any chances.
When she finally decided she was
presentable, Dawn walked out into the hallway, frowning when she heard noise
coming from the kitchen. Wasn't he supposed to be in the bedroom? She went to
the kitchen door, peeking in. "What are you doing?"
Andrew glanced over his shoulder
from where he was standing in front of the stove. "Breakfast.
Go wait for me in the bed, and I'll join you in a minute."
Dawn grinned. Breakfast
in bed with Andrew. She liked the sound of that. She blew him a kiss
before leaving the room.
Andrew turned back to the stove,
whistling to himself as he finished cooking.

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Andrew stopped in the doorway, gripping the tray he was holding tightly as his
gaze fell on Dawn. Her face was turned towards the window as she lounged
casually on the bed. He could tell she hadn't purposely tried to make herself
alluring, wasn't waiting for him with some come-hither pose, but this, just the
simple beauty he'd come to associate with Dawn was more than enough for him.
Dawn turned, smiling as she saw
him, and it took his breath away. He remembered describing her once as having a
smile that could light up the room, and he thought now of just how true that
was. He'd never known anyone so aptly named. Dawn� That's what she was. Bright and shining
warmth. New life.
Too good for someone like him�
He knew,
to be fair to her, he should get out now. Eventually Dawn would realize how
worthless he really was and that would cause her more heartache than if he
stopped things now before they went too far. But he couldn't. Even if he knew
it was selfish of him to stay when all he could manage to do was hurt her im
the end, he couldn't walk away now. He'd already gotten more than he ever
could've hoped for, but he wasn't going to refuse anything she offered.
Andrew joined her on the bed,
setting the breakfast tray in between them. "I figured we should go ahead
and do something to head off any hunger that may bring us out of this room."
Dawn leaned across the tray and
kissed him. "Good thinking, sweetie." She caressed the side of his
face and giggled. "I love how I can make your ears turn pink." She
pushed his hair back. "They're getting redder."
"I can't help it around
you."
"It's cute."
"Am I only cute when I'm
blushing?"
He asked the question teasingly,
but Dawn could hear the hint of insecurity in his voice. "I always think
you're cute."
Andrew smiled. He could live with
cute. It beat repulsive after all. "So, hungry?" he asked, trying to
make himself stop blushing.
Dawn looked down at the omelette
and strawberries with cream he'd brought in. "Yeah. Looks
good."
Andrew split the omelette in half,
and they were both silent as they ate, trading glances throughout the meal.
Dawn felt like maybe eating breakfast in bed with your boyfriend should go a
little differently, should be more romantic somehow, but she was nervous and
unsure of what to do. But as she ate a strawberry and saw the way Andrew
watched her as she did, she felt herself growing braver.
She picked up another strawberry,
this time dipping it in the cream and bringing it to her mouth, licking the
cream off slowly before eating the strawberry itself. Andrew's eyes stayed
transfixed on her mouth, darkening to a midnight blue as his body shivered with
each pass of Dawn's tongue over the ripe fruit.
Andrew's response both emboldened
her and filled her with pride. She had barely done anything at all�hadn't even
touched him�and she'd gotten him like this. Deciding to see how farther she
could push things here, she picked up another strawberry, this time feeding it
to him. Much to her delight, he played right along, feeding the next one to her
even as his hand trembled.
It didn't take Dawn long to notice
Andrew wasn't the only one being affected. This was what she'd been expecting
from a shared breakfast in bed. She dipped another strawberry in the cream,
only this time she ran it up the side of Andrew's neck, leaving a trail of the
sweet, sticky substance that she followed with her tongue, hearing him take in
a breath with a sharp hiss. Dawn pulled up then, bringing the strawberry to her
lips and running her tongue around it before sliding it into her mouth.
Dawn licked her lips slowly, and
Andrew reached his breaking point. He put the tray on the floor and pulled Dawn
into his arms, their mouths meeting almost violently. Her normal taste was
mixed with the flavor of the strawberries, and Andrew moaned, his fingers
taking hold in her hair.
Dawn let him guide her down to the
mattress, his body covering hers. It was what she'd been wanting all morning,
this losing of herself with him. Nothing outside the room
matter then. Not the upcoming apocalypse or failing school�any of it. Nothing but Andrew and how wonderful it was to kiss him.
She wasn't sure how long it had
been when Andrew pulled away, leaving her panting. Her mind was spinning, and
she struggled to find her voice in order to say what kept running through her
mind. "Why'd you stop?"
"We�we need to establish
boundaries."
"Huh?"
Andrew moved off of her and sat
beside her. "I need to know how far I can go, Dawn. I don't want to push
you."
Dawn didn't want to think. It felt
too good when he was touching her, and she just wanted more of that. But she
also knew he was right. Later, when her thinking was clear again, she might
regret any rash decision she made here, and that could hurt their burgeoning
relationship. She needed to let her mind have some control here. She sat up.
"I�I don't think I'm ready for, you know, that." She blushed, turning her eyes away from him before
asking softly, "Is that okay?"
"Of course it's okay. I want
you, Dawn�I won't lie about that, because well, I think you probably felt how
obvious that is a minute ago� But I'm not going to push you into something
you're not ready for. I'm not that kind of guy, Dawnie�I'm not."
Dawn smiled at him. "I know
you're not." Nevertheless, hearing him say the words made her relax, alleviating
a lot of the concerns she'd been having. She wasn't ready now, but she felt
like she could be ready soon, and knowing that he was willing to wait made
working towards that decision easier for her. Still, she needed more than just
heated kisses. They were good, but they'd set her whole body on fire, and she
didn't think it would be a misstep to take things a little further. "We
could do a bit more," Dawn told him. "Just not�all
the way."
"How
far?"
Dawn bit her lip in a way Andrew
found incredibly too enticing. "I don't know. You're the one with the experience."
"It's not that much. And�I've
never been the experienced one before. I don't know how far is going to be too
far for you."
Honestly, Dawn didn't either. She
wished this could be easier, that she could have a nice, orderly list in her
mind telling her exactly when she should move to each next step. Maybe a checklist with some sort of timeframe to work in.
But she didn't. These decisions were facing her now, and she had to make him. Her
brow furrowed as she thought carefully around how to answer. "Touching?"
she said after a moment.
"On top of
clothes or under?"
Dawn hadn't considered that. Things
kept seeming more complicated. "Under," she
decided. She wanted to feel him against her skin.
"North or
south of the waist?"
More decisions. "North for now.
Maybe more in a little bit."
Andrew nodded his consent,
swallowing hard. Boundaries set, he guided her back
down on the bed, kissing her again. It wasn't long before his hand crept up her
shirt, caressing her breast. Her eyes widened and she shivered, reveling in the
sensations of someone else touching her so intimately for the first time. Andrew
pulled away from her lips, panting. "I�I want to kiss you here," he
told her, giving her breast a gentle squeeze. "Can I do that?"
Dawn nodded vigorously, deciding
that that sounded like a wonderful idea. Andrew pushed up her shirt, his mouth
going to her breast. He alternated between licking and sucking, and Dawn
whimpered, her hands going to his hair to keep him in place. It felt better
than she'd ever imagined, and still it wasn't enough. It was teasingly
wonderful, but she needed more. She took his hand, guiding it down to her waistband,
signaling to him what she wanted.
Andrew looked up, his eyes
searching hers. "Are�are you sure?"
Dawn nodded again. "Please. I
need you to do something� This isn't enough."
Andrew saw the raw need in her eyes
and understood. He told himself he could do this for her without expecting
anything in return. He slipped his hand down, past her underwear, his fingers
sneaking between her damp folds. Dawn's eyes widened and her hips bucked as he
found her clit and rubbed, steadily increasing the pressure until she was
keening. He ignored the throbbing in his cock, focusing instead on bringing
Dawn release. This was something he could do for her, a way he could make her
happy.
She grabbed Andrew's arm as if
needing a lifeline to tie her down, her fingers digging into his skin. Her
nails scratched him, but Andrew ignored the slight pain they caused, enjoying
the reaction she was having to his touch too much to tell her to stop anything.
Dawn could feel herself spiraling
out of control, and she grasped for the pleasure just out of her reach
desperately. She couldn't think of anything other than he couldn't stop, that
she had to have more. He coaxed her closer and closer to the peak, and then
finally over as she made a sound somewhere between his name and a sob of
satisfaction.
Her body was still trembling
beneath him as Andrew pulled his hand back out of her pants, discreetly wiping
it on the sheet before moving off of her and to his side, watching her with an
amused expression on his face. She was flushed, breathing heavily, and he loved
the fact that was the one to do that to her. When she finally turned to look at
him, she had a dreamy smile on her face, and he couldn't help but look a little
smug. "Did you like that?" he asked, knowing the answer but wanting
to hear it anyway.
"Boy,
did I ever," Dawn replied, blowing out a breath. "My god that was
just�wow�" Her eyes darted down, focusing on the tent in Andrew's pants. She
reached out, her hand stopping on the waistband. "I want to see it."
Andrew's eyes widened,
his brain and body giving him two very different responses. He tried as hard as
he could to listen to the one coming from his brain. "I�I thought we had a
north only rule�"
"Yeah, and I think we broke
it," Dawn replied with a smirk. "Can I please?" She gave him a
small pout.
"Oh god�" Andrew's body
promptly overrode his brain. "Please�whatever you want to do�do it�"
Dawn licked her lips,
a mixture of nervousness and anticipation as she pulled his pants slightly down
his hips and let his cock spring free. Andrew sighed in relief, happy to no
longer be confined. Dawn stared at him, her eyes wide, and he felt like he
could come just from that look. He wondered idly of she had any idea of the
power she held over him.
Slowly, Dawn reached out, brushing
her fingers against the tip. Andrew hissed, and her eyes went back to his face.
"Is this okay?"
"Yes," he told her, his
voice cracking as he spoke.
Dawn looked back down, trailing her
fingers up and down the hard shaft. It felt different than she'd expected, the
skin softer than she'd imagined. She touched the tip then, noting the
difference still in how it felt. Andrew bit his lip, fighting a need to thrust
against her. This was all new to her, and he knew she needed to go at her own
pace. Anything else, and he could lose all of this.
With a deep breath, Dawn slowly wrapped
her hand around him. Andrew whimpered, but stayed still, letting her set the
pace as she moved her hand up and down. He closed his eyes, knowing if he
watched her now, he'd lose it. Her strokes got bolder, and he grit his teeth,
his mind reeling from the onslaught of the pleasure of feeling her hand on him
as well as the shock that this was actually Dawn
doing this for him.
However, Dawn kept her eyes trained
on what her hand was doing. Every bit of it, every movement, she took in. She
could see how he was reacting and marveled at how she could do that to him with
something that seemed so simple. Just little movements, up and down�
When she saw a bit of precum leak from the tip, Dawn felt an overwhelming surge
of curiosity. She leaned down, her tongue reaching out to taste it. Andrew's
eyes popped open, his hips thrusting without his control. He tried to speak and
warn her off what she was doing, but all he could manage to make was a
squeaking noise that sounded pathetic to his own ears. Dawn licked tentatively
again before wrapping her tongue around the tip and pulling it into her mouth.
Andrew lost control, the
unbelievable pleasure of having even a small amount of his cock in Dawn's mouth
too much for him to handle. He was pulled between a rush of exquisite pleasure
and the mortification from knowing he was coming on Dawn's face and couldn't
stop.
When it was over, he rolled over,
staring at the ceiling. He saw Dawn lean over, and thought in a moment of panic
that she was leaving. Then he realized she was only getting a Kleenex from the
nightstand to clean herself off with. He took a few
deep breaths, calming down enough to push himself back into his pants.
Then Dawn did get out of the bed,
and Andrew felt the fear clench cold around his heart. She left the room, and
he fought the urge to cry. How could he have done that? She had to hate him
now. God, and she should. He was such a careless
bastard. She was a goddess, and he'd dared to do something like that to her.
He heard the sink running in the
bathroom, and wondered if he should get out of the bed. What would she say to
him when�if�she came back into the bedroom? Could he stand to hear her tell him
how horrible he was? Before he had a chance to decide, she was there again.
Andrew braced himself, waiting for whatever grim fate awaited him.
She climbed back in the bed,
resting her head on his chest. Andrew blinked. Why wasn't she yelling, telling
him to get away from her? Dawn laced her fingers with hers. "I really
liked that," she said, kissing his cheek.
"Huh? You did?"
Dawn's expression went from pleased
to panicked in a matter of seconds. "Well yeah�did�did
you not like it?" Her mind started ticking off a list of everything she
could've done wrong, every little thing she could possibly conceive of that
would make him want to go back to more experienced women like Caprice and
Isabella.
"Of course I did. I�um�I just�um�I
got you all messy."
Dawn giggled. "Yeah,
so? I like that I can have that effect on you."
"You�you do?"
"Yeah. I mean, sure, it was sort of a shock the
way it happened, but it's all right. Made me feel all�womanly."
Andrew couldn't believe what she
was saying. He'd been sure he'd ruined everything, and now she was telling him
she liked it. He couldn't be this
lucky. The universe had to be screwing with him somehow, bringing him up so it
could brutally tear him back down.
But at the moment, he didn't care. He
had Dawn now. She nuzzled against him, and he kissed the top of her head before
resting his head back on the pillow, a goofy grin on his face.

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I am so sorry I waited a month between
postings. I feel horrible about it. Between real life stuff and a serious muse
related dry spell, it couldn't be helped. Again, I am really, really sorry. I
hope you're all still reading this.
Also, a lot of people have
expressed that this fic seems to be nothing but a sappy love story. I know
that's how it appears now, but it really isn't. It's more the calm before the
storm�
Please, review if you're still
enjoying the fic. I need to know that people are interested in this.
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