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Sunnydale was sweltering in the middle of a heat wave, and the Summers household was no exception. Dawn sought some relief with a cool shower before bed, but even that wasn't much help. She turned the fan in the window on as high as it would go before stretching out on the bed with a sigh of relief when bare skin met semi-cool sheets. She wiggled down into the mattress, closing her eyes and waiting for sleep.
But sleep didn't come. Dawn rolled over, first onto her side and then her stomach, seeking that comfy sleep spot that seemed to delight in eluding her. After half an hour of tossing and turning, she was no closer to falling asleep, and the twisting against the sheets was leaving her frustrated in a very different way. Well, maybe that would help her sleep.
Dawn flipped over onto her back, kicking the sheet down to her waist. She closed her eyes, letting her mind drift back to the cute guy she'd been flirting with at the Bronze last weekend. He'd kissed her and it had been nice, if not exactly the life-changing experience she'd thought. But in her imagination, the kisses grew more urgent, leaving her weak and dizzy when he pulled back and she looked into keen blue eyes that sent a shiver down her spine.
Her hands had been lying on her stomach but now she moved them up to cup her breasts, imagining that it was his hands, his fingers that flicked over her nipples, drawing them tight. She moaned when she thought about him kissing her and touching her, and the heat began to build low between her legs. One hand left her breast to slide down under the sheet, her legs parting automatically, eager for the pleasure she knew was coming.
The fantasy was beginning to get slightly fuzzy, even though she knew it wouldn't be if it were real. He had experience, would show her everything she needed to know, even if she couldn't imagine a lot of those things now. She knew all the clinical details, but what would it feel like, to have his hand between her legs, or his mouth on her breasts, or to feel his thing pushing against her? She thought about those eyes burning hot for her as she began to finger her clit. The first touch was electric and she gasped, then began to roll her hips up to meet her hand. With her eyes closed and her climax drawing near she could almost pretend that it was his hand, getting her ready to -
A low, choked sound made Dawn's eyes fly open. She sat up, already yanking the sheet up to cover her breasts. Spike stood in the doorway, one hand clutching the edge of her bedroom door. He was staring at her, his body held tense and alert, and she panted, struggling to bring herself back under control. The darkness made it impossible to see his face, just the outline of his body, and for a long minute they held still, frozen in an odd tableau.
Finally Spike moved, but instead of retreating, he came forward into the room and shut the door behind him! Dawn whimpered softly and in an instant he was right beside her. “Shhh, pet, don't mean to scare ya. Just wanted to say goodnight, 's all.“
Dawn was never more glad of darkness, because it hid the blush that had to be covering her from toes to hairline right now. “Well, next time you could knock, you know?“
“Did knock, pet. You didn't answer an' then I heard -“
“Oh.” Her voice was soft, so small it was barely there, but she knew he heard when he said, “Yeah, oh,“ and stroked her hair.
“Don't need to be embarrassed, luv. 'S a natural thing, shows you're aware of your body an' what it needs.“
“I know. They went over all the sex stuff with us in health ed two years ago, Spike.“
“Didn't tell you about how it feels, though, did they? How it can leave you achin' an' breathless, hot an' needy?“ His voice was a low purr, sultry and soft like it was made of velvet.
Dawn wanted to crawl inside that voice, wrap it around her and never come out. She found herself shaking her head slowly until she realized that he might not be able to see her and whispered a breathy, “No, they didn't.“
Spike's hand slid from her hair down to her shoulder, stroking her upper arm. It was at once soothing and maddening, easing her embarrassment while it also made her want that touch somewhere else. She whimpered again. “It's all right, sweetheart. I can help, take some of that ache away if you want.“
Was this some kind of vampire magic? She nodded frantically and strong hands eased her down onto the mattress as he said, “Lay back.“ The sheet was drawn back down to her waist and Spike's hands slowly moved to touch her breasts. Her nipples tightened in a rush, her back arching to press up harder into his touch and she moaned.
“Been growing up. Didn't notice for a while an' then I convinced myself I shouldn't be lookin', but I saw it all the same. So pretty here, got a nice little handful an' look how responsive you are. Makes me dizzy, wantin' to taste it, put my mouth on you here,“ he plucked at her nipples, earning a gasp and then one hand slid down between her thighs before she could think to stop it. “An' here.“
One finger stroked her and Dawn clamped her thighs together against his hand. She didn't know what was going on - she wanted this, wanted more, even, but it was frightening at the same time. “Open up for me, luv. That's it, that's a good girl. Daddy's gonna give his baby girl what she needs but you gotta let me in, yeah?“
Daddy. Oh, God. The word shot right through her, making her almost impossibly wet. It was so bad, so dirty and just plain wrong, but at the same time so hot that she thought she might scream. Dawn spread her legs and was rewarded when one long finger slid inside her. “Oh,“ she gasped. “That's -“
“Feels good, don't it?“ He moved his finger, slowly fucking her with it, watching her intently. When she raised her hips in a silent plea for more, he smiled. “Uh-uh, gotta tell me first. You like what I'm doin' to you, baby?“
She nodded frantically, mouth opening and closing several times in a struggle to say something before she managed to get out, “Like it. Sooooo good.“
“Fuck, gonna burn me alive, pet.” He added another finger and began to move faster, pumping them in and out of her, his thumb sliding through the slick folds to circle around her clit, not actually making contact yet. “Such a hot little girl, openin' like that for Daddy. Gonna scream for me when you come, luv? Let Daddy know how much you like what he's doin' to you?”
She writhed, hands clutching the sheets, her world narrowing to Spike's hands, his voice and the rapid pistoning of his fingers. There was something about hearing him call himself Daddy that sent her nearly through the roof with need. Heat crawled over her body like a live wire, and she began to gasp, words pouring of their own volition from her mouth, “Ohhh, please Daddy, more Daddy.”
“Yeah, that's it, come for me, baby girl. Wanna watch my girl when she creams all over my hand. Lemme have it, sweetheart, let go an' come for me.” He flicked her clit with his fingernail as he spoke and the words mixed with the action to send her over the edge, her body drawn tight like a bow, legs snapping together against his hand to hold him there as she rode out her orgasm. A soft keening wail broke free, a high-pitched chant that she didn't recognize as words at first, “DaddyDaddyDaddyDaddyDaddyDADDYYYY!”
Spike continued to work his hand against her until the last drop of pleasure had been wrung from her and she collapsed back against the bed with a whimper, eyes already fluttering closed. Dawn never felt the vampire draw the sheet up and kiss her gently on the forehead before he slipped out of her room to find some relief for his painful hard on in the privacy of the bathroom.