Prompt #160 - Trump Card - Watch Closely Now (2/?) - spikesdeb - BtVS

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Continuation of my ficlet from last week ARE YOU WATCHING ME NOW. It seems as if the one-shot I thought it was - isn't. So, there's more to come.

Title: Watch Closely Now
Fandom: BtVS
Prompt: #160 - Trump Card
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 849
Pairing: Dawn/Xander
Summary: During the long, dark days before the final Apocalypse in Sunnydale, Dawn finds that she no longer regards Xander as a big brother and is dead set on making him see her as more than the Slayer's little sister.
Author's note: First the disclaimer - nothing belongs to me except the thoughts in my head and the fingers that type them out. Thanks Joss for the privilege of having Buffy et al to play about with. Thanks also toseductivembrace who despite a killer schedule manage to fix my boo-boos, as usual.

WATCH CLOSELY NOW

Did all women know this? That they had the upper hand, the trump card, every single time? Since the incident last week and the uneasy but electrified silence as he sat by her side at the dining room table, Xander was just waiting to fold. He was nervous as hell, far more than he'd been during high school and first dating – and it was invigorating if he was honest. It felt deadly wrong and he was sure Buffy would freak, but Dawn was so...Dawn. Little sister to wet dream in the space of a heartbeat. Why hadn't he seen it coming?

He could blame depth perception, he supposed. Or the fact that the rules were different when facing impending, almost inevitable, death. Whatever the reason, he was lost.

And Dawn knew it.

She was coy, when she thought somebody might be looking, but she had that walk about her now, the strut of victory that set his pulse racing at the sound of her footsteps. It was becoming increasingly harder to hide it. And really, why should he?

The fact that Dawn was so young, for a start. Add to that the ick factor of her being his best friend's little sister, not to mention the fact that if Anya found out, she would kick Dawn’s ass into next week and pummel him into the ground. And on top of that, the ever-present threat of the First Evil looming over the group had everybody jumpy and ready to accuse each other of being possessed. Maybe he was possessed...

Who would be the first to freak, he wondered? Apart from himself, obviously. He'd put money on Buffy...maybe Willow. Giles would be all stoic and stiff upper-lippy, no doubt wanting to 'give him a good hiding' or somesuch British nonsense. And Andrew might be upset, although whether that would be due to Dawn being occupied with Xander or Xander occupied with Dawn was anybody's guess. Too many conflicting signals from that boy. Spike was sure he was a fully paid-up member of the gay club, as he put it, but Xander wasn't all that sure exactly what---

Oh god. He'd forgotten about Spike.

Suddenly shaky on his legs, Xander dropped down onto the couch, his face ashen. Wow. How could he have blanked out the one guy who could possibly, and very probably, no make that definitely, do him some serious injury. Spike was protective over his lighter, god only knew what he would be like over the girl he affectionately called his “Niblet”. Shuddering, Xander recalled the fuss that had been made over the whole vampire dating Dawn debacle at Halloween. The staking the guy got at the hands of his doe-eyed conquest was merciful compared to the threats that had been hissed from between Spike's clenched teeth at the time. Some of the threats were not even physically possible. He hoped.

A delicate waft of perfume heralded Dawn's return, and Xander was helpless to do other than gaze at her as she sashayed across the living room. His mouth was dry and swallowing was damn near impossible, his tongue nearly bitten clean through as Dawn bent over in front of him to grab a magazine from the table. The little minx swept her luscious hair over her shoulder and sneaked a self-satisfied look at him as he gibbered, held captive in her Lolita-snare.

Then, to make matters worse, she flopped down beside him, crossing her legs and leaning against him, her body hot against his, making him itch. At first he thought it was an accident, but then she leant back against the couch with her hands above her head and stretched out, her taut tummy peeking out from beneath her skinny tee. She even arched her back a little and lifted her butt off the couch – and god help him – she was making little kitteny mewls of satisfaction that rocketed straight to his groin.

Horrified, Xander grabbed the magazine from her lap and placed it on his, willing his erection to go away, and groaning when the magazine slid off the tent pole forming in his pants. Dawn giggled and bent forward to retrieve the glossy mag. Xander bit his lip as her hair swept across his legs and she used the top of his thigh to balance herself, her hand wandering just a little bit higher than was appropriate. Still bending, she turned her head to peek at him and winked, trailing her hand fully across his groin and curling her fingers for added effect before flopping back beside him and casually flicking through her magazine.

Stupified, Xander struggled to find any words. He couldn't move, his gaze fastened on Dawn as she idly curled one finger around a small lock of her hair and read on. He was fascinated like a fly in a spider's web, all the time tangling himself deeper while trying to escape.

And Dawn knew it.

And judging by the glower on Willow's face as she watched on from the doorway, so did she.

Comments

[vikingprincess]

LOVE the tension of horrified/fascinated Xander, and all the possibilities of doom that he contemplates.... Dawn IS a minx!

[spikesdeb.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much. I'm enjoying this pairing so much, and I would never have guessed it! Can't wait to mess with Xander again, courtesy of Lolita!Dawn, of course :)