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Dawn stretched her arms and legs, yawning and scratching her stomach. She opened
her eyes and looked around the room in confusion. The sound of Giles' loud snoring
brought her back to Earth, and she flopped back on the pillow, sighing. Her
eyes lit up when she remembered what Giles had been muttering about when he'd
stumbled in to go to bed. He'd mumbled something about 'another vampire' and
'she's crazy'. The 'she' had to be Buffy, Dawn thought, and the vampire
is obviously Spike.
Wary of waking Giles, she crept out into the living area. Willow and Tara were sprawled out of the floor in front of the TV, which was still on. A liquor bottle lay just of the reach of Willow's fingers, indicating she'd probably dropped it when she fell asleep. Reaching over to flip the TV off, she noted Xander and Anya curled up in the big armchair. She snickered when she realized that Anya had her hand down Xander's pants.
She looked at the door to Buffy's room, and considered whether she should go in or not. "Oh, screw it," she whispered. "I gotta know." That said, she crept up to the door, listening. Hearing nothing, she opened it slowly, not sure if she should hope they were clothed. Peeking in, she smiled, feeling her heart melt.
Spike was wearing ridiculous pajama pants and no shirt, and was curled up against
Buffy with his head pillowed on her chest. Buffy was drooling in his hair, and
her tank top had ridden up. Spike's hand was on her belly and his legs intertwined
with hers, while Buffy's arms were around him with one hand cupping his cheek
lightly. The cell phone was in the hand on Buffy's stomach. Dawn got an idea
and ran back to her room, grinning as she dialed Buffy's cell phone number from
their phone.
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Spike sat up, his sense being disturbed by a weird noise. He opened his eyes,
going into full game face as he tried to figure out what had caused him to awaken.
He listened to the insistent sound of 'Anarchy in the UK' and it hit
him: the cell phone was ringing. Great, Spike, he thought. You got
so wasted you have a hangover that's made you as dull witted as the whelp.
Nudging Buffy, he clicked on the phone. "Hello?"
Buffy groaned, rubbing her eyes. "Who is it? Tell em to go 'way," she mumbled.
Spike smiled at her fondly, and then looked at the phone, which had started beeping the dial tone. "Dunno, luv. They hung up; must have been a wrong number."
She rolled over, laying her head on his lap and whined. " Now I'm all awake, and I wanna be asleep."
He bit back a moan as she squirmed around, getting comfortable. "Um, Buffy, I…"
Her head hit something solid and she gasped, lifting her head and looking down at his lap. "Lil Spike is working again!"
Spike looked at her excited face and felt his chest swell with pride. She's not even drunk and she still wants me! he thought. "Well, looky there, pet. I told you to be patient; he just needed some recovery time," he purred, stretching his legs out, and lying back on the bed.
A small, shy smile crept over her face as she laid next to him, sliding her leg over his. Her hand crept up his chest to his face, cupping his cheek. With the slightest pressure, she brought his face to hers, brushing her lips against his.
Her eyes were so soft and vulnerable that he felt a twinge of guilt run through him. He didn't want her if it was only coerced by her need to escape from the horror of Angelus and his deeds. "Luv, are you sure?" he asked, rolling over to face her.
Her expression grew troubled and she withdrew, both physically and emotionally. "I should have known you'd back out!" She rolled over, and got up, stalking to the window. "God, what is wrong with me? Am I so fucked up that even vampires can't want me?"
Spike was behind her in an instant. He put his arms around her, murmuring, "Buffy, that's not what I meant. I was trying-"
"Trying to make me back so you wouldn't have to," she countered,
throwing his arms off.
Frustrated, Spike growled, turning her around and pulling her flush to his body. "Look, Slayer. Feel that? It's for you: was last night and will be as long as you have me. I'm not a creature of pity. If I take you to my bed, it's because I want it and you want it. Know that," he corrected harshly, dipping his head until his lips were mere inches from hers.
She looked up into his eyes, seeing the tempest of emotions swirling in their depths. Lowering her gaze, she considered what he'd said. She pondered for a few more moments before making up her mind, she pulled his head down for a kiss.
They were quickly caught up in the passion that was unleashed, and neither of their super senses picked up Dawn slipping into the room. She watched them for a minute, tapping her foot impatiently, but could not conceal the huge grin on her face. When Spike lifted Buffy into his arms and carried her to the bed, still kissing her like his unlife depended on it, Dawn blushed. If I don't say something soon, I'm gonna get the full Monty, she thought. Not that I wouldn't mind seeing Spike's…focus, Dawn. "You guys gonna come up for air anytime soon?"
Buffy jerked her head up from the bed, and her eyes met Dawn's immediately. Groaning, she grabbed Spike by the hair and pulled his lips up from her neck, turning him to face her sister. Suddenly, something struck her, and she hissed at Dawn, "Shut the door! God, Dawn, the last thing I need is Sir Xander galloping in here to rescue me."
Spike frowned. "Ashamed of me, Slayer?"
An idea emerged in Buffy's mind. Spike only called her Slayer when he was in defensive mode: when he was hurt or angry. It was so simple; she couldn't believe she hadn't figured it out before. At least now I have an easy way to judge how he's really feeling, she thought. "No. I mean- With all that's going on right now, the last thing I need is more stress from people judging my se…" She looked at her sister and changed her mind. "Who I'm dating."
Spike smirked and leaned in to whisper, "You can't officially call it your sex life until you've had sex anyways."
"Oh, please, Spike. Save your innuendos for the R rated crowd," Dawn said, pointing down her throat like she was gagging.
He looked at her curiously. "Did you hear that?"
She covered her mouth and looked guilty, not saying anything until he glared at her. "Barely, okay? Ever since the Glory thing, I've had some talents pop up here and there," she replied sullenly.
Buffy's jaw dropped. "Why haven't you mentioned this?"
Dawn snorted. "Whom was I supposed to tell? Giles would have put me under a microscope. Anya and Xander would have treated me different; Willow and Tara would have been worried. You weren't here, and there was no one," she whispered.
"Bit, you could have told me," Spike reprimanded.
"Yeah, and you would've made me tell Giles cause you were worried," she retorted.
He rolled his eyes. "Not because your hearing is bit overdeveloped," he said disdainfully.
"What if I said there were a few more things besides that?"
"Like what?" Buffy asked warily.
"Like some magickal stuff…powers, kind of. And some Slayer-like stuff," she said, fiddling with her hair nervously.
"Magick?" Buffy nearly yelled.
"Shhh! Yes. Some little stuff, like once I wanted something and it was downstairs. Suddenly, it appeared out of thin air, right in front of me. Or another time, I was running late for the bus, and wished I was on it already then BAM! There I was."
Buffy and Spike shared a look of concern then Buffy looked at Dawn. "What Slayer stuff?"
"Spike's seen some of it. He just doesn't remember. Like when I knew those vamps were near Buffy's grave? And quickly I moved when I helped you stake them? You were so mad," she said, beaming proudly.
"But only cause you got the one who called me the Slayer's bitch," he remembered, smiling as well.
"Spike!" Buffy said, punching him on the arm. "You let her fight vampires? You were a crappy babysitter!"
"Hey," he said, hurt. "It's not like let I let her! We were there; I had to fight 'em off. Didn't know till afterwards that she was packing and spoiling for a fight!"
"Wonder where I got that attitude from?" Dawn muttered, smirking at Spike.
Buffy glared at them both. "How can I ever leave you two alone again and why do I sound like Mom?" she asked rhetorically.
Dawn giggled. "Yeah, but Mom never kissed Spike, only Giles."
"Platelet, I'm going to pretend you never said that," Spike grumbled, shuddering at the thought of kissing Giles.
Buffy snorted. "At least you didn't get slimed by the 'hearing thoughts' demon. I got the full Skinemax version from my mom's own brain one day. It was the most embarrassing thing… and Giles still won't tell me what a stevedore is."
Spike paled. "Buffy, you're going to make me sick. Next thing you know, you'll be telling you had thoughts about monkey boy."
An evil look crossed Buffy's face. "No, but Dawn did. She had this enormous crush on Xander for, like, years. But then you came back and mmphph!"
Dawn smiled ingratiatingly, tightening her arm around Buffy's head, holding her in a headlock with her mouth covered. "She's just hung over. Don't listen to anything she says. Can't trust drunks, you know."
Spike looked at Dawn in utter amazement. "Y-you…monkey boy…me? Bloody hell, girl I could be your mother's great grandfather!" he sputtered.
Dawn flushed bright red and argued, "Like I'm that much younger than Buffy. What's six years compared to 103? Anyways, you're stuck in the Eighties. Who wants to look Billy Idol anymore?" That said, she stomped out of the room and slammed into her room.
Buffy looked at Spike condescendingly. "Great work, Dawson. You managed to hurt her feelings, and make me feel like Lolita. You're 0 for 2 so far this morning," she reproved, going to check on Dawn.
Spike looked at the door she'd just walked out of, then at the ceiling imploringly. "Okay, help me out here. What did I say? Why do women always have to talk in bloody riddles?"
Willow peeked her head around the door and smiled impishly. "Nice shootin, Tex."
As she left, giggling, he groaned and flopped back onto the bed. "It was so much easier with Dru. Hand her a doll and she'd forget what she was mad about entirely," he mumbled. An idea dawned on him, and he pulled on his clothes. He had a plan…