And we're just click-clackin' along...

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I'm really gonna have to post this on my site. It's getting a bit unwieldy.




Between soft kisses, Spike asked, "You said you tasted me before. How could you?"

"You came into my room, remember? You left...evidence on my bed."

His eyes widened and his prick twitched at the thought of her with his spunk. On her bed. And she had...tasted it.

"Yeah, well, you left some, 'evidence' on my duster, didn't you, you dirty girl?"

Dawn smiled wickedly and leaned in to kiss him, when there was a sudden noise from above. They both froze as the noise was followed by a faint thud.

"Spike!" Buffy's voice cut cleanly through the air and down to the bed.

Dawn murmered, "Oh shit."

"Spike!" This time the voice was closer, she was coming towards the entrance for the bottom level of the crypt.

"Spike, she can't find me here!" Dawn whispered in a panic.

Shaking his head at her in warning then mouthing "Stay here," he got up, put his jeans on and fairly flew up the ladder. He knew the blonde bitch was going to stake him someday. But not today, and not for this.

She was standing arms crossed, boot tapping. "Finally."

"Can't a fellow get a little sleep around here?" He acted groggy and disoriented.

"Dawn's missing. Have you seen her?" She asked brusquely.

He looked out the window. It was dark out. They'd been at it all day. Time flies when you're having fun. "No. Why would you think I had?"

She walked toward him eyes flashing, "Look, I'm not stupid. I know she comes here after school, even though I've told her not to. I thought maybe she might have come by for," she looked around in disgust, "a weekend visit."

Spike walked over to the fridge as casually as he could manage, withdrawing a pint of blood. "Not today. Haven't seen the bit in quite awhile, actually."

She looked at him suspiciously, "I guess I'll try Janice's."

"Yah. You do that." He ripped open the pint with his teeth and poured it into a mug.

Buffy headed for the doors, "If you do see her, send her home."

Spike raised his mug to her, "Will do." And The Slayer was gone.

He sagged onto the counter, shaking. He'd never been so terrified, felt so guilty. He felt tiny hands snake around him.

"I have to go."

He turned to face her, "Yes you do."

Dawn looked at him and her stomach clenched at the distance she saw there. He wasn't even really looking at her. He'd fixed on a point behind her.

"What are you doing?" Her voice was shaky.

"You mean other than fucking The Slayer's underage sister?" Spike's voice was heavy with contempt.

She pulled away from him. Shocked by his cruel words. The soft, sexy man who had kissed her and licked her and put his mouth on her everywhere had vanished. In his place was a stone.

Abruptly, she walked to her narrowly missed backpack and put on her clothes. Shaking hands belied her calm actions. "I'm not going to regret this Spike. I've been thinking about this, about you, for months. You made me feel amazing. I never dreamed that you could feel so good. That I could feel so good."

She was dressed now and she slung her pack on her shoulder. Without looking back, she headed for the door. "I'm coming back. You should know that. You should get used to it. Because despite what you may think, as far as I can tell, we haven't actually 'fucked'!"

Dawn exited the crypt with a nonchalance she didn't really feel and had to support herself on the nearest tree as she tried to contain the churning of her belly.

In the crypt, Spike let his head drop to his hands as he groaned.