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fenderlove Mar. 2nd, 2009 12:34 am)Title: L'Aurore
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Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Spike/Dawn
Summary: My fractured fairytale of Sleeping Beauty forxeelia as part of ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
darker_spike's Fractured Fairytales Ficathon. I've never written Spike/Dawn before, so I hope it turned out okay. This fic is set during the end of September 2001 (before Bargaining, Part One).
Dawn's sneakers crunched the dead leaves under-foot as she strode through the cemetery. There was an eery orange hue cast over the headstones and grave-markers from the early-afternoon sky. Her hands were stuffed deep in the pockets of her windbreaker, her head downcast. An unpleasant knot had formed in the pit of her stomach as she was missing an English test. Dawn had only meant to take a brief stroll during her lunch period, but as the minutes ticked by and the more she thought about taking the test, she walked further and further from the school grounds. She had suddenly found herself in the graveyard, heading towards Spike's crypt. Dawn swallowed hard, pulling her windbreaker tighter around herself; she worried about what she would tell him. Spike had helped her study after school all week for the test while Willow and the others patrolled with Robo-Buffy. He had quizzed her, even made flash-cards. She, a thirteen year old girl, had a once-fearsome vampire making damn flash-cards so that she could remember the difference between a gerund, a participle, and an infinitive.
Dawn's hand lingered on the door to Spike's crypt, worrying that he would be disappointed in her for wussing out on the test. She pulled on the heavy outer door, entered the small alcove, and pushed on the inner door, peering around it cautiously. At first, she did not see Spike, but after taking a few steps into the interior of the crypt, she spotted him... Well, she spotted the backside of him. The knot in her stomach grew hot and seemed to migrate lower in her abdomen when she caught sight of Spike sleeping on the top of a sarcophagus. He was nude, his back towards her, a thin blanket tangled up between his legs. Dawn's face flushed as her eyes roamed over what parts of his body she could see. She took a tentative step forward for a better look, trying to be completely silent, nearly holding her breath. Spike didn't shift from his position. Growing bolder, Dawn took another step and then another until she was only a few feet from his make-shift bed. Just a little closer, she told herself. However, as her sneaker scuffed on the stone floor of the crypt, Spike bolted up, causing Dawn to yelp and jump backwards, almost tripping over her own feet.
Spike scrambled behind the sarcophagus, tugging on his jeans. He appeared flustered though his face was no where near as red as Dawn's.
"I- I was..." Dawn paused to find an explanation, but was distract momentarily by the muscles in Spike's arms and shoulders shifting as he fastened his belt and pulled his black t-shirt over his head.
The vampire took a slow unneeded breath, and then a curious expression came over his face. "Shouldn't you at school?"
It took some coaxing but Dawn explained her apprehension about taking her test. Spike felt a pang of sympathy for the girl. When his words of confidence did nothing to reassure her, he jokingly suggested that if she explained to her teacher that she was having a "monthly" emergency then maybe she could take the test at a later time. However, that suggestion was met by much pouting and Dawn's small fist punching his arm.
After a few hours of involuntary study hall in the crypt, the sun had set low enough that Spike would not be in any danger from bursting into flames when he walked Dawn home. First, they stopped at a nearby convenience store so that Spike could use a pay-phone to call Willow, who needless-to-say was already upset when Dawn didn't return home when expected. While he was on the phone, Dawn had gone inside the store to buy a Slurpee.
"All that sugar is going to rot your brain," Spike smirked, looking at extra large-sized grape Slurpee in Dawn's small hands. "Just look how Harris turned out."
"You're just jealous because I didn't get you one," Dawn said and took a petulant sip on her straw. As they walked along, she reached into her pocket and handed him a pack of Lucky Strikes.
"What the-? How'd you get these?" Spike said, tapping the pack against his palm.
Dawn smiled a very pleased-with-herself smile, her teeth stained purple from her drink, "I've got long arms, and the cashier was busy with someone wanting lotto tickets."
They continued on, taking a short cut on a narrow path through a small wooded area near Revello Drive. Most of the trees had lost their leaves, leaving gnarling naked branches twisting in the air. Dawn found it more than a little creepy, and she edged a little closer to Spike, keeping her gaze on the orange tip of his cigarette and away from the darkness lurking beyond the dim lamps along the path. Sensing her apprehension, Spike's arm went around her shoulders, tugging her to his side. Keeping one hand around her Slurpee, she placed the other around his back, taking a slight hold of his leather duster. Spike smiled softly, taking a drag on his cigarette, but something was making him feel uneasy. He glanced around, trying to suss out any danger in the area. The anxious feeling crept over his skin, making the hair on the back of his neck stand up.
Spike stopped in his tracks when he saw something dart through the line of trees beside the path, and Dawn stared up at him, slurping on her drink, her large blue eyes questioning; she hadn't noticed that something was circling them. He gently tugged the straw from her lips and said, keeping his voice low, "Stay right here and don't make a sound." Her eyes were a little fearful, but she nodded. He tossed his cigarette on the ground and snubbed it with the toe of his boot before heading off into the trees and disappearing from her sight.
Dawn stood very still, but she didn't discern any movement or hear anything unusual. The minutes ticked by, and she began to worry when Spike had not returned. She started to move towards the trees, but was relieved when she thought saw Spike coming back to the path. Her relief, however, was short lived because, while the figure moving in the shadows was of similar height, it definitely did not belong to Spike. It swayed and spun accompanied by a soft feminine hum.
Taking a few steps backwards, Dawn started to run, but was hindered by a cold and bony hand clamping down on her wrist. Dawn looked up at her captor, like a hind caught in a snare.
"The sparrows told me that with the naughty Slayer gone that my knight would come back to me," Drusilla said in a sad whimsical tone, "but instead he's playing court to a new little princess." Her voice and eyes grew colder, more dangerous, "The sparrows lied. They lied!"
Dawn desperately tried to pull away, to scream, but she felt frozen in place.
"But it's no matter," Drusilla continued, her voice returning to its original aloofness though her eyes did not warm, "if I take away his sunlight, then he'll have to come back into the night with me, where he's supposed to be. I'm his only princess, not you."
In a blur of motion, Dawn suddenly felt a flare of intense pain her left index finger. Jerking her hand away, she saw a small bead of blood welling up on the tip of her finger, barely a pinprick yet it was extremely painful. Drusilla stepped back, looking at the small wooden drop-spindle clutched in her palm. Dawn's breathing began to slow, her eyelids fluttering closed, her right hand losing grip on her drink cup. The girl found her body slipping, like no earthly feeling she'd ever experienced before, and she never felt herself touch the ground as her vision faded to darkness.
"DAWN!" Spike had rushed from the woods just as Dawn's body crumbled to the grass. He never caught sight of his former lover; he only heard the last few notes on her tuneless little hum on the chill night air. Dawn was still but she was breathing. Her grape Slurpee lay spilled out on the ground by her feet, the drop-spindle near her head. He pocketed the spindle, careful of its sharp tip, and gathered her into his arms, hurrying to 1630 Revello Drive, hoping- praying- that Red and Glinda would be able to play the Good Faeries in Drusilla's twisted fairy tale.
***
Dawn found herself in another world entirely, standing beside an enormous castle completely covered by thorny vines; it was all light and pastels and flowers, like a Disney movie. Just when she was thinking "How stereotypical could this get?" Prince Charming came riding on his noble white steed up to the castle. Only, it was less Prince Charming, and more Prince Spike. The vines parted for him as he dismounted his horse and rushed into the castle. The scenes shifted, and Dawn was given glimpses of all the castle's servants and courtiers covered in cobwebs and sleeping a hundred year's sleep. Prince Spike made his way into the chamber at the top of the castle's tallest tower. On a bed of thousands of pink roses frozen in full bloom in the center of the chamber lay Sleeping Beauty... or Sleeping Dawn as it were. Dawn felt like she was the audience and a participant in her own personal play. She giggled softly to herself watching as Prince Spike in all his sauntering black leather-clad gallant-ness approached the bed; she was going to get a kiss from Spike (even though it was only some kind of dream kiss)! He knelt on the roses and leaned down to press a soft, sensual kiss on the mouth of the sleeping princess, her hair fanning out over the flowers like a brunette waterfall. Dawn could feel his lips against hers, his cool sweetness.
Prince Spike's hand gently squeezed the Princess's ankle and moved it aside. He then started to push up the hem of her silken nightgown. Settling between her now spread legs, he began to do something wholly un-Disney to her nether regions with his tongue. Dawn gasped as she felt his tongue slipping in and out of her womanly being. It was unsettling to feel it and view it being done to herself at the same time, yet Dawn did not want him to stop. Unfortunately, he did stop, but more fortunately, it was so he could remove his tunic and other Renaissance Faire accouterment. Gripping the hem of the Princess's gown, he ripped it up the middle in a very manly fashion. He lay on top of his lady, nuzzling her breasts, kneading them gently, and kissing the pink tips of her nipples. His large hands caressed her belly, moving further downwards to tease and softly pinch the lips of her sex. Spike kissed her neck as he inserted his finger inside of her body while he massaged her clitoris with his thumb. Dawn let out a shuddery breath, her thighs quaking, feeling the moisture pool between them. This was the best out-of-body experience ever.
Sitting back on his haunches, Spike brought his hand to mouth, licking her juices from his fingertips like a big contented cat, complete with purring. He placed his hands underneath her knees and lifted them, wrapping her legs around his waist. His manhood nudged her sex, rubbing against her labia. Dawn's mind raced, Oh, God! Oh, God! Ohmygod, as Spike ventured forward with a sharp thrust. His hips rolled forward, sliding in and out, deliciously slow. He felt so big, almost too big. Dawn wanted to touch him- his face, his arms, his chest, anything, but she couldn't move. However, she found that she didn't need to move because Spike's hands were doing amazing things to her clit and to her breasts. Heat was flushed over her skin along with a fine sheen of sweat as his length continued pumping into her at a faster and faster pace. When her first orgasm wracked her body, her breathing hitched, and she called out. Her mouth opened, gasping, and Spike kissed her, swallowing down her cries of ecstasy while making a few pleasant noises of his own as he came. As he began to pull out of her body with the same torturous slowness that he had entered, Dawn couldn't stand it anymore, and she finally reached out to him, grabbing hold of the prize between his legs.
A sharp yelp interrupted the erotic tableau, and Dawn's eyes snapped open.
***
Spike was gasping, slightly doubled over next to the couch in the Summers' living room. Dawn sat straight up, surprised to find herself back at home. Willow, Xander, Anya, and Tara stood nearby, all looking a little shocked.
"I guess I don't have to warn the boys to say away from you, Niblet. That grip you've got is enough to frighten them away," Spike said with a raspy voice. "Better than buying a bloody LoJack."
Realizing that in grabbing Prince Spike's mini-prince she'd also grabbed Real Spike's too, Dawn's face turned bright red. She stammered a bit, "Wh-what happened?"
Willow finally came out of her shock to answer, "You were poisoned with what's called Talia's Briar. It's a mixture of vervain, nightshade, sticklewort, and sweet bay."
"It makes you sleep and gives you, um, dreams," Tara continued, hoping to put Dawn at ease, gently stroking her hair "And the person you dream is the only person who can wake you up... with a kiss, kinda like Sleeping Beauty."
"Leave it to Dru to find a fairy tale drug," Spike said as he eased himself to sit on the couch, obviously in a lot of discomfort and looking more than slightly embarrassed. It was then that Dawn saw the purple stain on his lips and touched her own, remembering her grape Slurpee.
"Oh..." she glanced around at the others, feeling more than a little humiliated until she saw the same purple Slurpee stain on Xander's lips. "Hey!"
"Xander insisted he try first," Anya said, sounding perturbed.
"Technically, Willow insisted on going first, and Xander over-ruled her," Tara said, sounding equally perturbed.
"And I got a bruised dick for rescuing the princess," Spike groused. "How's that for a strangely ever after?"
Author:
fenderloveRating: NC-17
Pairing: Spike/Dawn
Summary: My fractured fairytale of Sleeping Beauty for
xeelia as part of darker_spike's Fractured Fairytales Ficathon. I've never written Spike/Dawn before, so I hope it turned out okay. This fic is set during the end of September 2001 (before Bargaining, Part One). Dawn's sneakers crunched the dead leaves under-foot as she strode through the cemetery. There was an eery orange hue cast over the headstones and grave-markers from the early-afternoon sky. Her hands were stuffed deep in the pockets of her windbreaker, her head downcast. An unpleasant knot had formed in the pit of her stomach as she was missing an English test. Dawn had only meant to take a brief stroll during her lunch period, but as the minutes ticked by and the more she thought about taking the test, she walked further and further from the school grounds. She had suddenly found herself in the graveyard, heading towards Spike's crypt. Dawn swallowed hard, pulling her windbreaker tighter around herself; she worried about what she would tell him. Spike had helped her study after school all week for the test while Willow and the others patrolled with Robo-Buffy. He had quizzed her, even made flash-cards. She, a thirteen year old girl, had a once-fearsome vampire making damn flash-cards so that she could remember the difference between a gerund, a participle, and an infinitive.
Dawn's hand lingered on the door to Spike's crypt, worrying that he would be disappointed in her for wussing out on the test. She pulled on the heavy outer door, entered the small alcove, and pushed on the inner door, peering around it cautiously. At first, she did not see Spike, but after taking a few steps into the interior of the crypt, she spotted him... Well, she spotted the backside of him. The knot in her stomach grew hot and seemed to migrate lower in her abdomen when she caught sight of Spike sleeping on the top of a sarcophagus. He was nude, his back towards her, a thin blanket tangled up between his legs. Dawn's face flushed as her eyes roamed over what parts of his body she could see. She took a tentative step forward for a better look, trying to be completely silent, nearly holding her breath. Spike didn't shift from his position. Growing bolder, Dawn took another step and then another until she was only a few feet from his make-shift bed. Just a little closer, she told herself. However, as her sneaker scuffed on the stone floor of the crypt, Spike bolted up, causing Dawn to yelp and jump backwards, almost tripping over her own feet.
Spike scrambled behind the sarcophagus, tugging on his jeans. He appeared flustered though his face was no where near as red as Dawn's.
"I- I was..." Dawn paused to find an explanation, but was distract momentarily by the muscles in Spike's arms and shoulders shifting as he fastened his belt and pulled his black t-shirt over his head.
The vampire took a slow unneeded breath, and then a curious expression came over his face. "Shouldn't you at school?"
It took some coaxing but Dawn explained her apprehension about taking her test. Spike felt a pang of sympathy for the girl. When his words of confidence did nothing to reassure her, he jokingly suggested that if she explained to her teacher that she was having a "monthly" emergency then maybe she could take the test at a later time. However, that suggestion was met by much pouting and Dawn's small fist punching his arm.
After a few hours of involuntary study hall in the crypt, the sun had set low enough that Spike would not be in any danger from bursting into flames when he walked Dawn home. First, they stopped at a nearby convenience store so that Spike could use a pay-phone to call Willow, who needless-to-say was already upset when Dawn didn't return home when expected. While he was on the phone, Dawn had gone inside the store to buy a Slurpee.
"All that sugar is going to rot your brain," Spike smirked, looking at extra large-sized grape Slurpee in Dawn's small hands. "Just look how Harris turned out."
"You're just jealous because I didn't get you one," Dawn said and took a petulant sip on her straw. As they walked along, she reached into her pocket and handed him a pack of Lucky Strikes.
"What the-? How'd you get these?" Spike said, tapping the pack against his palm.
Dawn smiled a very pleased-with-herself smile, her teeth stained purple from her drink, "I've got long arms, and the cashier was busy with someone wanting lotto tickets."
They continued on, taking a short cut on a narrow path through a small wooded area near Revello Drive. Most of the trees had lost their leaves, leaving gnarling naked branches twisting in the air. Dawn found it more than a little creepy, and she edged a little closer to Spike, keeping her gaze on the orange tip of his cigarette and away from the darkness lurking beyond the dim lamps along the path. Sensing her apprehension, Spike's arm went around her shoulders, tugging her to his side. Keeping one hand around her Slurpee, she placed the other around his back, taking a slight hold of his leather duster. Spike smiled softly, taking a drag on his cigarette, but something was making him feel uneasy. He glanced around, trying to suss out any danger in the area. The anxious feeling crept over his skin, making the hair on the back of his neck stand up.
Spike stopped in his tracks when he saw something dart through the line of trees beside the path, and Dawn stared up at him, slurping on her drink, her large blue eyes questioning; she hadn't noticed that something was circling them. He gently tugged the straw from her lips and said, keeping his voice low, "Stay right here and don't make a sound." Her eyes were a little fearful, but she nodded. He tossed his cigarette on the ground and snubbed it with the toe of his boot before heading off into the trees and disappearing from her sight.
Dawn stood very still, but she didn't discern any movement or hear anything unusual. The minutes ticked by, and she began to worry when Spike had not returned. She started to move towards the trees, but was relieved when she thought saw Spike coming back to the path. Her relief, however, was short lived because, while the figure moving in the shadows was of similar height, it definitely did not belong to Spike. It swayed and spun accompanied by a soft feminine hum.
Taking a few steps backwards, Dawn started to run, but was hindered by a cold and bony hand clamping down on her wrist. Dawn looked up at her captor, like a hind caught in a snare.
"The sparrows told me that with the naughty Slayer gone that my knight would come back to me," Drusilla said in a sad whimsical tone, "but instead he's playing court to a new little princess." Her voice and eyes grew colder, more dangerous, "The sparrows lied. They lied!"
Dawn desperately tried to pull away, to scream, but she felt frozen in place.
"But it's no matter," Drusilla continued, her voice returning to its original aloofness though her eyes did not warm, "if I take away his sunlight, then he'll have to come back into the night with me, where he's supposed to be. I'm his only princess, not you."
In a blur of motion, Dawn suddenly felt a flare of intense pain her left index finger. Jerking her hand away, she saw a small bead of blood welling up on the tip of her finger, barely a pinprick yet it was extremely painful. Drusilla stepped back, looking at the small wooden drop-spindle clutched in her palm. Dawn's breathing began to slow, her eyelids fluttering closed, her right hand losing grip on her drink cup. The girl found her body slipping, like no earthly feeling she'd ever experienced before, and she never felt herself touch the ground as her vision faded to darkness.
"DAWN!" Spike had rushed from the woods just as Dawn's body crumbled to the grass. He never caught sight of his former lover; he only heard the last few notes on her tuneless little hum on the chill night air. Dawn was still but she was breathing. Her grape Slurpee lay spilled out on the ground by her feet, the drop-spindle near her head. He pocketed the spindle, careful of its sharp tip, and gathered her into his arms, hurrying to 1630 Revello Drive, hoping- praying- that Red and Glinda would be able to play the Good Faeries in Drusilla's twisted fairy tale.
***
Dawn found herself in another world entirely, standing beside an enormous castle completely covered by thorny vines; it was all light and pastels and flowers, like a Disney movie. Just when she was thinking "How stereotypical could this get?" Prince Charming came riding on his noble white steed up to the castle. Only, it was less Prince Charming, and more Prince Spike. The vines parted for him as he dismounted his horse and rushed into the castle. The scenes shifted, and Dawn was given glimpses of all the castle's servants and courtiers covered in cobwebs and sleeping a hundred year's sleep. Prince Spike made his way into the chamber at the top of the castle's tallest tower. On a bed of thousands of pink roses frozen in full bloom in the center of the chamber lay Sleeping Beauty... or Sleeping Dawn as it were. Dawn felt like she was the audience and a participant in her own personal play. She giggled softly to herself watching as Prince Spike in all his sauntering black leather-clad gallant-ness approached the bed; she was going to get a kiss from Spike (even though it was only some kind of dream kiss)! He knelt on the roses and leaned down to press a soft, sensual kiss on the mouth of the sleeping princess, her hair fanning out over the flowers like a brunette waterfall. Dawn could feel his lips against hers, his cool sweetness.
Prince Spike's hand gently squeezed the Princess's ankle and moved it aside. He then started to push up the hem of her silken nightgown. Settling between her now spread legs, he began to do something wholly un-Disney to her nether regions with his tongue. Dawn gasped as she felt his tongue slipping in and out of her womanly being. It was unsettling to feel it and view it being done to herself at the same time, yet Dawn did not want him to stop. Unfortunately, he did stop, but more fortunately, it was so he could remove his tunic and other Renaissance Faire accouterment. Gripping the hem of the Princess's gown, he ripped it up the middle in a very manly fashion. He lay on top of his lady, nuzzling her breasts, kneading them gently, and kissing the pink tips of her nipples. His large hands caressed her belly, moving further downwards to tease and softly pinch the lips of her sex. Spike kissed her neck as he inserted his finger inside of her body while he massaged her clitoris with his thumb. Dawn let out a shuddery breath, her thighs quaking, feeling the moisture pool between them. This was the best out-of-body experience ever.
Sitting back on his haunches, Spike brought his hand to mouth, licking her juices from his fingertips like a big contented cat, complete with purring. He placed his hands underneath her knees and lifted them, wrapping her legs around his waist. His manhood nudged her sex, rubbing against her labia. Dawn's mind raced, Oh, God! Oh, God! Ohmygod, as Spike ventured forward with a sharp thrust. His hips rolled forward, sliding in and out, deliciously slow. He felt so big, almost too big. Dawn wanted to touch him- his face, his arms, his chest, anything, but she couldn't move. However, she found that she didn't need to move because Spike's hands were doing amazing things to her clit and to her breasts. Heat was flushed over her skin along with a fine sheen of sweat as his length continued pumping into her at a faster and faster pace. When her first orgasm wracked her body, her breathing hitched, and she called out. Her mouth opened, gasping, and Spike kissed her, swallowing down her cries of ecstasy while making a few pleasant noises of his own as he came. As he began to pull out of her body with the same torturous slowness that he had entered, Dawn couldn't stand it anymore, and she finally reached out to him, grabbing hold of the prize between his legs.
A sharp yelp interrupted the erotic tableau, and Dawn's eyes snapped open.
***
Spike was gasping, slightly doubled over next to the couch in the Summers' living room. Dawn sat straight up, surprised to find herself back at home. Willow, Xander, Anya, and Tara stood nearby, all looking a little shocked.
"I guess I don't have to warn the boys to say away from you, Niblet. That grip you've got is enough to frighten them away," Spike said with a raspy voice. "Better than buying a bloody LoJack."
Realizing that in grabbing Prince Spike's mini-prince she'd also grabbed Real Spike's too, Dawn's face turned bright red. She stammered a bit, "Wh-what happened?"
Willow finally came out of her shock to answer, "You were poisoned with what's called Talia's Briar. It's a mixture of vervain, nightshade, sticklewort, and sweet bay."
"It makes you sleep and gives you, um, dreams," Tara continued, hoping to put Dawn at ease, gently stroking her hair "And the person you dream is the only person who can wake you up... with a kiss, kinda like Sleeping Beauty."
"Leave it to Dru to find a fairy tale drug," Spike said as he eased himself to sit on the couch, obviously in a lot of discomfort and looking more than slightly embarrassed. It was then that Dawn saw the purple stain on his lips and touched her own, remembering her grape Slurpee.
"Oh..." she glanced around at the others, feeling more than a little humiliated until she saw the same purple Slurpee stain on Xander's lips. "Hey!"
"Xander insisted he try first," Anya said, sounding perturbed.
"Technically, Willow insisted on going first, and Xander over-ruled her," Tara said, sounding equally perturbed.
"And I got a bruised dick for rescuing the princess," Spike groused. "How's that for a strangely ever after?"
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And I got a bruised dick for rescuing the princess," Spike groused. "How's that for a strangely ever after?"
Hee!
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Thank you muchly. :D I figure that's about how most 13 year old girls view sex- erotic and ew- can't say penis, don't really want to look at a penis, know just enough about sex to fantasize about it but really aren't keen of the mechanics of it. LOL!
Well, for my first foray into writing Spike/Dawn, I don't feel too bad about it. It's not something I would have written without a prompt, but I had some fun writing it. :D
Love your icon, btw! ^__^
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