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Prompt #164 - Possessed - Watch Closely Now (4/?) - BtVS - Spikesdeb
Title: Watch Closely Now
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing/Characters: Dawn/Xander
Warnings: Young Dawn getting raunchy, so if it's not your thing, move along
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me, sadly. I play with the characters but get nothing from them but pleasure. Thanks Joss.
Summary: Continuation of Are You Watching Me Now and then Watch Closely Now, which started off as one-shots but are now continuing. Xander is fighting a losing battle as he tries to ignore his feelings for Dawn, and fails to account for her tenacity. A ripped top incident puts him in mortal danger, but does he care? Does he frack...
Prompt #164: Possessed
Word Count: 1400
Xander considered his answer. What exactly was he doing with Buffy's baby sister? So far – nothing more than a grope and a kiss, but how long would that satisfy his ever-increasing desire for her? Should he just bluff and pretend he'd no idea what Buffy was talking about? Would she buy it? Had she seen what had just happened between the two of them just now? Or had Willow spoken to her?
Buffy was in her 'I'm in charge, answer to me' mode, and it was hard for Xander not to immediately confess all, little as it was so far. But he managed to take more time to consider before he answered. He chose the line of least resistance. He lied.
“Hey, Buffster! Did Dawn tell you I've been helping her with something for...for school. A project. That I can help with. About construction. That I do.”
Buffy's glare never altered. She didn't even blink. Xander continued blabbering.
“So, she asked me to help her with stuff and I am. Helping. So...I gotta go get stuff. To help. Bye!”
Xander shot out of the door and broke into a run, prickles of panic on his neck as he imagined a slayer-tackle coming his way any minute. He made it to the Espresso Pump, though, without any assault and took a seat hidden away in a corner to think things through. Sipping a soda he considered his predicament, making a list of pros and cons in his head.
PROS
1. Dawn is UBER hot.
2. Dawn smells like Hershey Kisses. With Caramel. 3. Have you SEEN the way she walks? I mean, really?
4. I've tasted her. And I want more...
5. My hand is still burning where I touched her bare flesh.
6. I have no control over these feelings, and she's not the shy retiring type.
7. No bra.
CONS
1. Dawn is the Slayer's sister. Baby sister.
2. I've driven her to school and listened to her crush on boys.
3. She told me once she wished I was her big brother.
4. Buffy's got a really big crossbow.
5. Spike.
6. Spike.
7. Spike.
He gave up. No matter what the pros, he kept coming up with Spike as a con. And he was a BIG con. Capital letters. Underlined twice. If Buffy was suspicious, it was almost a given that Spike was too and it wouldn't take long for the vampire to totally whale on him. Xander rested his head on the table-top, butting it with his forehead softly. He was so screwed.
Eventually, he decided that he'd be the man. How hard could it be to dissuade a teenager from a misplaced yearning? All he had to do was tell Dawn straight that what had happened was a mistake and couldn't happen again. That he'd been possessed or something, maybe drunk. That she was his little Dawnie, that he thought of her as a sister, that she should be craving boy-bands and false nails and hoovering down gigantic portions of ice-cream while bemoaning how immature all the boys at school were. Uh huh. That seemed easy enough. And then she'd pout a little, maybe a few sobs and teenage stompy tantrums, but all would be well and he could concentrate on the apocalypse and breathe easy again.
Piece of cake, really. Hell, he'd beaten off demons and stopped a bomb and survived dating Anya. Dawn should be no trouble.
The little niggle at the back of his mind that he was completely kidding himself and that Dawn would chew him up and spit him out was quickly squashed, and by the time he reached Revello Drive, he was able to walk tall and avoid gibbering.
He was about to head around to the kitchen door, but hesitated. At this time of night it would be crawling with potentials all trying to stuff themselves to the brim with sugar, and Dawn usually got in on the action, sometimes dressed in the shortest pyjamas known to man, with legs that just went on and on and on and on...
Not that it would matter, he told himself, given his newfound maturity and ability to resist teenage wiles.
He was still grinning to himself in smug self-satisfaction as he silently opened the front door and with head down took the stairs two at a time.
Dawn squealed as she was knocked over backwards to land on her back at the top of the stairs, about to tear a strip off the dork who'd raced up without looking – but she changed her mind when she realised that she was right where she'd planned on being when she awoke that morning.
Feeling Xander Harris' body covering hers and looking up at his dumbstruck face.
“Hey there,” Dawn said softly, wrapping her arms around him. “Miss me?” She placed a soft kiss on Xander's surprised 'o' of a mouth and wriggled. Xander shot upright and almost tumbled backwards, managing to stop his descent by grabbing hold of Dawn's top – that promptly ripped in half baring her upper torso to his slavering gaze.
Seconds later they both scrambled to their feet and bolted away from the yelled “Dawn? Are you alright?” from Buffy at the bottom of the stairs. Without thinking, Xander took hold of Dawn's outstretched hand and followed her into her bedroom, panting hard to regain his composure as Dawn answered through the cracked door that she'd tripped and would be down shortly, declining Buffy's offer to have Willow bring up a soothing balm or something. Finally, Dawn closed the door behind her and leant against it, turning to Xander with a grin.
He gulped. Hard.
Dawn didn't even try to pull the top together; in fact, she took great delight in shrugging the ruined garment off her shoulders and bending forward slightly so that her hair swung. Xander was rigid – quite literally – as he watched her bend further and tug at the shorts that hung low on her hips and that she then stepped out of to reveal a toned, naked body that he'd previously only seen in Playboy. Or his dreams.
All of the maturity and resolve he'd mustered earlier had evaporated in the face of Dawn's brazen play for him and to be honest, his synapses were only firing on one level. And that level was way lower than his head.
Dawn stalked towards him, eyes fixed on him like a hawk on prey. He tried to back up but his legs hit the bed and bent at the knee so that he was sitting. Before he could stand, Dawn was on him, legs astride his lap and she was kissing him hard. He wanted to resist, he really did – but oh God she tasted good and she was mewling and pawing at him and he could feel the heat spreading from her groin and the curve in her back was so erotic and the hair that swept his face was like liquid silk...
In retrospect, he'd had no chance from the beginning, he managed to figure out later. But right then in the moment, it wasn't about the thinking, it was all about the feeling.
Dawn pushed him backwards so that he was lying supine, her arms either side of his head, her breasts dangling – but oh so slightly, so firm were they – tantalisingly beyond the reach of his tongue. She swivelled her hips against his and thrust against him and Xander wouldn't have cared at that point if Buffy, Willow, Spike and the Marine Corps had burst through that door: he was having the girl.
All thoughts of her being the Slayer's sister, her youth, the fact that for almost her entire life he'd thought of her as a little sister disappeared and she was just a woman ripe and luscious and he was just a man captivated by her. Xander shrugged out of his shirt and fumbled with his zipper, relieved when tiny hands assisted him so that he was naked with her, rolling her over onto her back and cupping her face with his hands. He knew what was happening, was aware that there would be a fallout of nuclear proportions, but didn't give a damn. The way Dawn Summers was looking at him was worth any amount of butt-kicking and face-smashing, twice-over.
Which was why he ignored the knocking at the door and the strident British tones that boomed through the door.
“Bit! What the fu...erm...frack are you doin' in there?”
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing/Characters: Dawn/Xander
Warnings: Young Dawn getting raunchy, so if it's not your thing, move along
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me, sadly. I play with the characters but get nothing from them but pleasure. Thanks Joss.
Summary: Continuation of Are You Watching Me Now and then Watch Closely Now, which started off as one-shots but are now continuing. Xander is fighting a losing battle as he tries to ignore his feelings for Dawn, and fails to account for her tenacity. A ripped top incident puts him in mortal danger, but does he care? Does he frack...
Prompt #164: Possessed
Word Count: 1400
Xander considered his answer. What exactly was he doing with Buffy's baby sister? So far – nothing more than a grope and a kiss, but how long would that satisfy his ever-increasing desire for her? Should he just bluff and pretend he'd no idea what Buffy was talking about? Would she buy it? Had she seen what had just happened between the two of them just now? Or had Willow spoken to her?
Buffy was in her 'I'm in charge, answer to me' mode, and it was hard for Xander not to immediately confess all, little as it was so far. But he managed to take more time to consider before he answered. He chose the line of least resistance. He lied.
“Hey, Buffster! Did Dawn tell you I've been helping her with something for...for school. A project. That I can help with. About construction. That I do.”
Buffy's glare never altered. She didn't even blink. Xander continued blabbering.
“So, she asked me to help her with stuff and I am. Helping. So...I gotta go get stuff. To help. Bye!”
Xander shot out of the door and broke into a run, prickles of panic on his neck as he imagined a slayer-tackle coming his way any minute. He made it to the Espresso Pump, though, without any assault and took a seat hidden away in a corner to think things through. Sipping a soda he considered his predicament, making a list of pros and cons in his head.
PROS
1. Dawn is UBER hot.
2. Dawn smells like Hershey Kisses. With Caramel. 3. Have you SEEN the way she walks? I mean, really?
4. I've tasted her. And I want more...
5. My hand is still burning where I touched her bare flesh.
6. I have no control over these feelings, and she's not the shy retiring type.
7. No bra.
CONS
1. Dawn is the Slayer's sister. Baby sister.
2. I've driven her to school and listened to her crush on boys.
3. She told me once she wished I was her big brother.
4. Buffy's got a really big crossbow.
5. Spike.
6. Spike.
7. Spike.
He gave up. No matter what the pros, he kept coming up with Spike as a con. And he was a BIG con. Capital letters. Underlined twice. If Buffy was suspicious, it was almost a given that Spike was too and it wouldn't take long for the vampire to totally whale on him. Xander rested his head on the table-top, butting it with his forehead softly. He was so screwed.
Eventually, he decided that he'd be the man. How hard could it be to dissuade a teenager from a misplaced yearning? All he had to do was tell Dawn straight that what had happened was a mistake and couldn't happen again. That he'd been possessed or something, maybe drunk. That she was his little Dawnie, that he thought of her as a sister, that she should be craving boy-bands and false nails and hoovering down gigantic portions of ice-cream while bemoaning how immature all the boys at school were. Uh huh. That seemed easy enough. And then she'd pout a little, maybe a few sobs and teenage stompy tantrums, but all would be well and he could concentrate on the apocalypse and breathe easy again.
Piece of cake, really. Hell, he'd beaten off demons and stopped a bomb and survived dating Anya. Dawn should be no trouble.
The little niggle at the back of his mind that he was completely kidding himself and that Dawn would chew him up and spit him out was quickly squashed, and by the time he reached Revello Drive, he was able to walk tall and avoid gibbering.
He was about to head around to the kitchen door, but hesitated. At this time of night it would be crawling with potentials all trying to stuff themselves to the brim with sugar, and Dawn usually got in on the action, sometimes dressed in the shortest pyjamas known to man, with legs that just went on and on and on and on...
Not that it would matter, he told himself, given his newfound maturity and ability to resist teenage wiles.
He was still grinning to himself in smug self-satisfaction as he silently opened the front door and with head down took the stairs two at a time.
Dawn squealed as she was knocked over backwards to land on her back at the top of the stairs, about to tear a strip off the dork who'd raced up without looking – but she changed her mind when she realised that she was right where she'd planned on being when she awoke that morning.
Feeling Xander Harris' body covering hers and looking up at his dumbstruck face.
“Hey there,” Dawn said softly, wrapping her arms around him. “Miss me?” She placed a soft kiss on Xander's surprised 'o' of a mouth and wriggled. Xander shot upright and almost tumbled backwards, managing to stop his descent by grabbing hold of Dawn's top – that promptly ripped in half baring her upper torso to his slavering gaze.
Seconds later they both scrambled to their feet and bolted away from the yelled “Dawn? Are you alright?” from Buffy at the bottom of the stairs. Without thinking, Xander took hold of Dawn's outstretched hand and followed her into her bedroom, panting hard to regain his composure as Dawn answered through the cracked door that she'd tripped and would be down shortly, declining Buffy's offer to have Willow bring up a soothing balm or something. Finally, Dawn closed the door behind her and leant against it, turning to Xander with a grin.
He gulped. Hard.
Dawn didn't even try to pull the top together; in fact, she took great delight in shrugging the ruined garment off her shoulders and bending forward slightly so that her hair swung. Xander was rigid – quite literally – as he watched her bend further and tug at the shorts that hung low on her hips and that she then stepped out of to reveal a toned, naked body that he'd previously only seen in Playboy. Or his dreams.
All of the maturity and resolve he'd mustered earlier had evaporated in the face of Dawn's brazen play for him and to be honest, his synapses were only firing on one level. And that level was way lower than his head.
Dawn stalked towards him, eyes fixed on him like a hawk on prey. He tried to back up but his legs hit the bed and bent at the knee so that he was sitting. Before he could stand, Dawn was on him, legs astride his lap and she was kissing him hard. He wanted to resist, he really did – but oh God she tasted good and she was mewling and pawing at him and he could feel the heat spreading from her groin and the curve in her back was so erotic and the hair that swept his face was like liquid silk...
In retrospect, he'd had no chance from the beginning, he managed to figure out later. But right then in the moment, it wasn't about the thinking, it was all about the feeling.
Dawn pushed him backwards so that he was lying supine, her arms either side of his head, her breasts dangling – but oh so slightly, so firm were they – tantalisingly beyond the reach of his tongue. She swivelled her hips against his and thrust against him and Xander wouldn't have cared at that point if Buffy, Willow, Spike and the Marine Corps had burst through that door: he was having the girl.
All thoughts of her being the Slayer's sister, her youth, the fact that for almost her entire life he'd thought of her as a little sister disappeared and she was just a woman ripe and luscious and he was just a man captivated by her. Xander shrugged out of his shirt and fumbled with his zipper, relieved when tiny hands assisted him so that he was naked with her, rolling her over onto her back and cupping her face with his hands. He knew what was happening, was aware that there would be a fallout of nuclear proportions, but didn't give a damn. The way Dawn Summers was looking at him was worth any amount of butt-kicking and face-smashing, twice-over.
Which was why he ignored the knocking at the door and the strident British tones that boomed through the door.
“Bit! What the fu...erm...frack are you doin' in there?”
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Can't wait for the next bit. Here's hoping the next prompt leads to more! *fingers crossed*
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