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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
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Title: Waiting... (8/9)
Warnings: Self-love, discipline, language (all in regards to a minor - 16)(this chapter)
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.
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Dawn sat down on the bed. After she finished showering and drying her hair she�d gotten into her comfy fish pajamas and started flipping through one of her spell books. She�d had so much time to herself in the last week that she�d been able to practice quite a bit.
Every time she got stuck, she would think of what Spike told her and do things her way, not Willow�s or Tara�s.
Spike. She missed him so much.
Buffy patched things up with Willow and Xander after they�d stormed out of the house, and the three of them had taken a field trip to Spike�s crypt. Xander told her smugly that Spike had cleared out; he hadn�t left anything personal behind.
Dawn was just thankful that he had left, she�d been afraid he�d linger and that Buffy would stake him.
She spent most of her time in her room. That wasn�t part of her grounding, but she just wanted to avoid Buffy and Willow. Both of them had tried comforting her, but she really didn�t want to talk to them, even if they really were finally sincere in their efforts to repair things.
Dawn was so over it, she just didn�t care anymore. She�d given everyone more than enough chances.
She was withdrawing from her friends at school too. She couldn�t talk to them about what she was going through, so she clammed up and avoided them. She told them she was grounded until the twelfth of never, and couldn�t go anywhere because her bitch of a sister was on a major PMS rampage. They all nodded and said they knew what that was like, but they didn�t. They all had parents who were reasonably sane.
And how could she talk to anyone about Spike and what they�d done? Even Janice wouldn�t understand. Dawn barely understood. She knew that what they�d done wasn�t normal for someone�s first time, and the second time was carnival-side-show-off-the-chart.
So Dawn went to school and came home and went up to her room. For the first couple of days whenever Buffy had to work or slay, Willow stayed in the house to watch her. That got old fast, and so yesterday Willow had placed a ward around the house preventing Dawn from leaving the house unescorted. It was nearly the same spell she�d used ages ago to protect Dawn from Glory and her minions. Dawn was amused by the irony.
It was just like them to restrict her like this, so they could continue on about their lives uninterrupted. A mystical grounding, no actual parental-type intervention at all.
Willow should package it. She�d make a fortune.
Buffy also insisted that she carry a cell phone with her at all times. Like she was going to be skipping school. Where would she go? But she�d accepted the small phone anyway, and dutifully charged it every night.
She�d researched phone numbers on-line, intending to call Guam or somewhere, just to run up the charges, but that seemed so petty.
This evening, Willow and Buffy were both out. A shopkeeper in town had been killed, and her store was trashed. From the coroners report it seemed very likely a vamp attack, so they were investigating.
Dawn had half a mind to deliberately set off the ward alarm, but really didn�t want to sit through the screeching. Plus since she couldn�t turn it off, if the cops showed up she�d be screwed.
She really wasn�t paying attention to the summoning spell she had flipped to in the book. She was already getting pretty good at that one, anyway.
Her mind wandered to Tara�s ring, it was locked up in her jewelry box. Not the box on her dresser, but the other one. The one she kept locked and hidden in her closet because it contained all the pieces she�d stolen over the last few months. She still couldn�t figure out what the ring reminded her of, it was on the tip of her brain, driving her crazy. It looked so familiar, and yet the meaning eluded her.
She was about to shut the light off and go to bed, when the cell phone rang. It wasn�t like Buffy to call her on it at home. They only had so many minutes on the thing. Dawn walked over and picked it up. The number that flashed was unfamiliar and long distance. Where the hell was 212?
She should ignore it, but she was bored and even a 10 second �you�ve got the wrong number� distraction was still a distraction.
�Hello?� she answered cautiously.
��lo Kitten.�
�Spike!� she hissed, looking around to make sure no one in the empty house had heard her. �Where are you? Are you ok? Wait, how did you get this number?�
Spike just laughed, ��m fine, Kitten. How�ve you been?�
�Ok, I guess,� she answered truthfully. �Buffy wants to be all sisterly again. Oh, and I�m grounded until the end of the world, which is looking like it�s going to be scheduled for May. Again.�
�Sorry you�ve had a tough time,� he replied sympathetically.
�Don�t worry about it, it was bound to happen over something,� she said shrugging. �Willow warded the house, I can�t leave.�
�Bet you�re working on a way to get out,� he said confidently.
�Well, I�ve been researching, but there�s only so much I can do from here. All the best books are at the Magic Box, and since that�s not school or home, it�s off limits. If Willow had embedded the spell in a crystal, I could just�� she broke off, her eyes flying to the closet, a thought half-forming in her mind. What if�
�Kitten, you there?� Spike asked.
�Huh? Oh, sorry.� She shook her head, she could figure that out later.

Dawn walked over and sat back down on her bed. �So, you�re gone. How�s the weather?� How�s the weather, how lame was that. Dawn rolled her eyes. So much for the cool girl he left behind.
��Bout the same,� he replied, casually. �Been thinking about you.�
�Really?� she asked. Her heart sped up.
�Uh huh. You been thinking �bout me?� he asked, his voice dropping to a whisper and sounding husky. �Miss me?�
�Yeah, more than anything,� she said, just as softly. She started to get that ache between her legs again. The one that she tried and tried to make go away whenever she thought about him.
�I think about your pretty naked body, all spread out waiting for my touch,� he whispered. The thought sent shivers through Dawn�s body. He asked softly, �You think about it, too?�
�Yes,� she whispered in a small voice.
�Been touching yourself thinking about us? �Bout me?� His voice slipped over her like wicked smoke.
She blushed so hard she thought the buttons on the phone would melt. She closed her eyes and whispered, �Yes.�
�My naughty little girl,� he said sounding playfully stern. At least she thought it was playfully. She quickly rethought when he asked, �Know what happens to naughty little girls?�
�What?� Dawn whispered, under her breath. It was bad enough that she�d told him that she�d done that. If she�d also upset him, she didn�t know what she�d do. Her stomach started twisting in knots.
�They get punished,� he replied.
�I�Spike, I�m sorry, I won�t do it again. I promise,� she cried, now really really unsure if he was kidding. She felt tears prick her eyes.
�Shh, Kitten. Calm down,� he said, concerned. Any pretense at playing was now gone from his voice.
�I just�don�t want to make you unhappy,� she said miserably.
�What makes you think I�m unhappy?� he asked, his voice had completely lost the whispery light tone, and she could almost hear him frown.
�I mean, well, you said punished, and I thought,� she said in a rush.
�What did you think I meant?� he prompted gently, still sounding concerned.
�You�d leave me, forget me,� she replied forlornly. It was her single worst fear.
��Bit, I�ll never leave you,� he said with so much conviction that it made Dawn catch her breath.
�What-what did you mean, with the punishment thing then?� she asked hesitantly.
�You trust me?� he asked, his voice slipping back into that sexy whisper again.
She didn�t even have to think about her answer. �Always,� she replied.
�Good girl. Can you put that phone of yours on speaker?�
�I don�t think so, but it came with one of those hands-free things,� she replied.
�Put it on then,� he said.
Dawn went to her desk and rummaged through the accessories for her phone. The ear piece with its wire connector was still in the phone box, wrapped pristinely in their bar-coded plastic bag. She opened the bag and unraveled the wire and plugged it in to the phone.
She placed the ear bud in her ear and said, �Got it.�
�Happen to have a ruler with your school supplies, Kitten?� he asked.
Dawn frowned. A ruler? �I don�t know, let me check.� She bent down and rummaged through her book bag, pulling out her purple pencil box. She paused at the image that emblazoned the front.
It was a sticker with the gang from Scooby-doo. She ran a finger over it for a second, remembering when Buffy gave it to her. �You�re one of the gang� she�d said. When Dawn had asked which one, Buffy said with an evil smile �Scrappy�. Dawn had pretended to be upset about it, but inside she�d been flattered that Buffy thought she was one of the gang, even if it was the annoying one. She shook her head to clear the unwanted memory and opened the box. She found a hard plastic yellow ruler inside with her pens, pencils and other junk.
�Yeah, I have one,� she answered, still a little perplexed as to where he was going with this.
�Go sit on the bed for me and bring it with you,� Spike said
Dawn�s belly was clenching, but no longer in a bad way. She didn�t have a clue what Spike was up to, but she was getting aroused anyway. Something in his gentle firm tone making her shiver. She sat on the bed like he�d asked, and said, �I�m here.� She clutched the phone and the ruler nervously in her hands.
�Now Kitten, you know that you belong to me, don�t you?� he asked.
�Yes� she said, nodding.
�What do you think I�d do if you told me someone touched you? That you�d let someone touch you,� he asked seriously.
�Kill them,� Dawn said, without thinking.
�Well, yeah.� Spike replied. He quickly amended, �No, not what I�m going for. We�re playing now, Kitten, got it?�
Dawn was confused, not sure what he meant. She looked at the phone and the ruler in her hands and made the connection. She blurted out, �You�d punish them.�
�That�s my girl,� Spike said proudly. �So, Kitten, did you have permission to touch yourself?� he asked.
Dawn shook her head and said nervously, �No. Does that mean that I n-need to be punished?�
�That it does,� he replied.
�Will it hurt?� she asked him in a small voice.
�Would it be punishment if it didn�t?� he countered.
�No,� she whispered back.
�Take your clothes off, Kitten,� he ordered.
She scrambled to comply, pulling off her pants and panties and then unbuttoning her pajama shirt and slipping it off her shoulders. �O-ok,� she said nervously.
�Lie back on the bed, legs bent with your feet on the mattress. Put the ruler somewhere you can reach it,� he instructed.
Dawn followed his instructions, making sure the phone was somewhere secure as well. She was on her back with her knees bent, and she already felt a pulse point throbbing between her legs. �Ok, I�m on the bed.�
�Leave your feet where they are then, Kitten and spread your knees apart, as wide as you can get them.�
She felt herself getting wet at his command. She got even wetter as the cool air touched her. �I did it,� she said as her knees touched the comforter.
Spike hissed, and said, �God, I can imagine how lovely you are, Kitten, all spread open. Pick up your ruler now; it�s time for your punishment.�
A spark of fear raced down her spine, and she whispered, �Spike, I�m afraid.�
�I know. Do what you�re told, Kitten. It will be over soon,� he said soothingly, but his tone allowed no room for argument.
Dawn hesitantly picked up the ruler. It suddenly didn�t seem like an innocent school supply. �I have it,� she said, trying hard to keep the waver out of her voice.
�Ok, Kitten, listen carefully. Hit yourself as hard as you can on your inner thigh. Can you do that?�
She didn�t realize she�d been holding her breath, until she�d let it out. She could do that. She brought the ruler down as hard as she could, and hissed at the sting.
�That�s it,� Spike encouraged, �other side now.�
Dawn brought the ruler down on the other thigh. It was a bit more awkward, but the sting was the same.
Back and forth she went, striking herself on Spikes command. The initial strike would sting and hurt, but faded quickly to more of a hot sensation. The more times she struck the same area, though, the more it hurt. She was ashamed to find that the pain in no way diminished her arousal.
When he finally told her she could stop, both thighs were pink and her skin there felt tender, similar to the prickly heat of a sunburn. She realized she was panting from exertion.
�You ok, Kitten?� he asked gently.
�Yes,� she said softly, still panting.
�You did so well, I�m proud of you,� he said, sounding pleased.
She flushed at the praise and wasn�t sure what to say.
�Reward time, you still slick, Kitten?� he asked, his voice smoky once again.
She was embarrassed that he knew she was wet, but didn�t try to convince him otherwise. �Yes.�
�Bring your ruler up. I want you to run it across your nipples until they�re nice and hard.�
�I, oh. Ok.� She did as he asked, lightly running the sharp corner over one nipple, and then the other. Back and forth she stroked them until they were almost painfully hard. She was breathing hard again, and her hips were rocking gently.
She realized that if she held the ruler the right way, she could stroke both nipples at once. The first time the edge ran across both tight nubs she moaned in pleasure. She had to force herself to keep her empty hand at her side. She wanted nothing more than to bury it between her legs and relieve the ache.
�Feel good, Kitten?� he asked. She thought he sounded a little breathless too.
�Yes,� she answered, and then with a flash of insight asked, �Are you�?�
�Touching myself?� he finished, �Oh, yeah. Wishing I was there watching you play with your toy. Bring it down now. Use the edge to stroke your clit.�
She gasped at his instruction, but was more then eager to comply. Her pussy was throbbing, and she needed to come. This was so much more intense than the other times when she�d touched herself.
She slid the ruler down between her legs, and ran it across her clit. It wasn�t enough stimulation to allow her to come, the thin edge was just enough to ease the ache a bit, but created another. She was moaning softly now, as she rocked herself into the little bit of relief she was getting.
�God, Kitten, want to bend you over and fuck you right now,� Spike panted, and Dawn was thrilled that he was as needy as she was, �Use the broad side now, hold it between your legs and ride it until you come for me.�
�Oh God,� she cried, and gratefully did as he asked. She thrust against the flat edge of the plastic, rocking and rubbing herself against it. It was different than when she had used her fingers, but she was so worked up that the effect was the same.
She slightly shifted the angle of the ruler, and suddenly the raised plastic ridges marking the measurements were grating across her clit. She frantically churned her hips against this new stimulation. Between the little ridges, her hard nipples waving in the cool air, and the hot tingle of the flesh on her thighs she was so, so, so close.
�Fuck, pet, come for me.� She heard Spike plead, and that did it. A picture of him standing at the foot of her bed, touching himself and watching her sent her over the edge.
�Oh, god, yessss. Spike!� she cried as she came. Her whole body quivered with the force of her release.
She heard him gasp as if he was holding his breath, and then grunt. He was coming himself. She�d made him come, or helped anyway. With phone sex. That thought gave her a shiver of pride
�That was brilliant, Kitten,� Spike said, still panting a bit.
Dawn brought the slick ruler out from between her legs and dropped it onto the floor. She�d have to get up later and wash it off. She had no idea how she was ever going to use it again in class.
�You there, �Bit?� Spike asked, his voice back to normal.
�Barely,� she replied. She felt as if she melted. Her nipples were super tender, and so was the area between her legs. She wouldn�t realize how tender until she went to the bathroom hours later.
�How�re you feeling?� he asked.
She ran her fingers lightly across one of her thighs. She couldn�t believe that she�d hit herself. And enjoyed it. The skin was tingling now. Not really painful, but she felt �marked.
�Yeah, I�m ok,� she replied, �That was intense.�
�That it was,� he agreed. �So, you going to touch what�s mine again?�
She grinned stupidly, even though he couldn�t see it. �Maybe.�
He laughed. �Might not get off so easily next time, Kitten.�
�Will there be a next time?� she asked hopefully.
�That how you want to live your life, Kitten? Waiting for calls from me?� Spike sounded almost disappointed.
�What do you mean?� she asked.
�Seems like a waste is all. Hate to think of you withering away, unappreciated,� Spike replied.
�I can�t get to wherever you are, even if I could leave,� she said sadly.
�There�s a reason they�re called mobile phones, Kitten,� Spike replied, �Think it over.�
And with that, he was gone.
She lay there for a few minutes, trying to process what he said, but it was late and she was tired. She�d have plenty of time to figure things out tomorrow. She took the ear bud out and put the phone on her nightstand.
She crawled under the covers naked, too tired to get back into her pajamas. She felt like her nudity made her closer to Spike in some weird romantic way.
As she drifted off to sleep, she thought she heard the slam of a car door, followed by the loud rumble of an engine as a car roared to life and took off to parts unknown.

End chapter 8

To be concluded
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