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Chapter 4, some more.
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‘Ok, this is bad,’ Xander thought. He was sitting in the dining room in the triad’s mansion, by himself. Joyce and Giles had gone home, the triad and Faith had gone on patrol. ‘Just me and Dawn... alone... together.’
“Xander?” Dawn’s voice quietly sounded out.
‘Ah, speak of the devil...’ Xander thought, his heart beating a little faster.
Dawn appeared at the entrance to the dining room, her body language tentative. “Hey Xan, what’cha doin?”
‘Hiding from you!’ Xander’s mind shouted. “Uh... nothing...” he said slowly.
‘Jeeze, I can’t even come up with a halfway decent excuse!’ he lamented.
“Oh,” Dawn said, her own speech sounding a little hesitant. “Can you come out here? I, um, I kinda want to talk to you about something...”
“Sure,” Xander said. He managed a relatively calm exterior, but inside he was trembling. ‘Oh man, oh man... this can’t be good... either she’s going to call me on my little wig-out, or... or worse!’
‘Oh God,’ Xander thought as he followed the slender brunette out into the great room. ‘I just can’t keep my eyes off of you, Dawn! You’re so... God, those pants are... I’m a bad, bad man!’
Dawn sat down on the couch and Xander took a seat at the end farthest from her, nervously rubbing his hands on his thighs. ‘So sexy, God Dawn, you’re killing me!’ he thought as his eyes kept roving her body, despite his efforts to keep them on her face.
His nervous tension drove him to speak before she could say anything. “Look, Dawn, about earlier... I’m sorry I was such a spaz...”
“Don’t,” Dawn interrupted him. “I didn’t mean to say it like that, at least, not in front of everyone else like that.” She said with a faint blush and a small grin.
‘I don’t know what to say to that,’ Xander lamented. ‘At least, not without digging myself even deeper...’
Dawn licked her lips and scooted closer to him, until their knees were touching.
‘Holy God!’ Xander flinched slightly at the contact. His breathing deepened and his heart sped up significantly.
Dawn’s eyes were the deepest ocean blue he’d ever seen. She licked her lips again before speaking in a husky voice, “The way you look at me Xander...”
‘I’m dead! I’m so dead!’ he thought, his eyes widening like saucers as the youngest Summers looked at him with a hungry _expression_.
“I feel like I’m going to melt from the heat in your eyes...” she continued, her voice dripping with desire.
“Oh God!” Xander cried in a strangled whimper as Dawn’s hand came to rest on his thigh.
“I know you want me, Xander. You couldn’t hide it if you tried,” Dawn said with a confidence that was surprising.
‘No freaking way should a fifteen year-old be able to say things like that!’ he screamed in his head.
“I need to know something...” Dawn said, not sounding quite so confident suddenly. “I need to know if...” her eyes dropped and her voice held a note of almost fearfulness.
“What?” Xander surprised himself by asking. ‘God, why can’t I just get up and run!? I can’t let this go where I *so* want to go right now!’ he cried in silent shame at his perceived weakness.
“Is it just... sexual?” Dawn asked, tentatively.
“Dawn... I... we can’t...” he stammered, confused by the shifting emotions both inside himself and in her demeanor.
She looked up into his eyes intently and quietly spoke. “We can talk about all the reasons it’ll never work in a minute. Right now, I need to know... Xander please, forget about everything else and be honest with me,” she pleaded. “Do you have feelings for me? Or, is it just lust? Am I just a sex-object to you?”
“Oh God, Dawn! Of course you’re not just... I mean, I shouldn’t even... what I feel for you... I... God if you were just a little older, I’d...” Xander sputtered.
“You’d what?” Dawn asked entreatingly.
“Try to win your heart,” he blurted out. Immediately, he shut his eyes and shook his head, ‘Stupid! Idiot!’ he raged at himself.
Xander stood up and moved several steps away from the source of his confusion before saying, “I shouldn’t have said that, Dawn. It doesn’t matter ‘cause it’s not going to happen!”
“Xander,” Dawn said softly. “Xander, look at me... please?”
‘Jesus I’m weak!’ Xander chastised himself as his eyes moved to hers as if of their own volition.
“How old am I?” she asked.
“Uh...” Xander faltered, feeling flummoxed. ‘Is this a trick question?’
“Seriously, how old am I?” Dawn asked, her tone not giving away anything.
He shook his head in confusion, but answered, “Um, fifteen?”
“Am I?” she asked.
“Well... you’re almost sixteen, but that’s a few months off yet...” he said. ‘Where are you going with this?’ he wondered.
“How do you know?” she asked in that same, maddeningly even tone.
“Uh...” he again felt perplexed.
“Do I act like a fifteen year-old?” she asked.
“Um, not really?” He shook his head, thinking, ‘Yeah, fifteen going on thirty!’
Dawn stood up, taking a step towards him as she asked, “Do I speak like a fifteen year-old?”
“I guess, not usually...” he muttered, thinking of how girls talked when he was in High School.
Moving closer, Dawn’s voice grew softer as she said, “Would you describe my emotional maturity as that of a fifteen year-old girl?”
“No,” Xander said. ‘Definitely more mature... heck sometimes I think you’re more mature than me!’ he mused. ‘Not that that’s saying much...’
Stopping well inside his personal space, just short of touching him, Dawn asked, “Xander, do I look like a fifteen-year old girl to you?”
Looking down at her, Xander was treated to an excellent view of her cleavage, as well as her large, seductive eyes and her pouting lips. “God, no!” he rasped, feeling desire mix with shame.
“No one likes to talk about it, but the truth is; a year ago I didn’t even exist,” Dawn said, still with that soft, sweet voice.
“Dawnie...” he said sympathetically.
“Or, I did, but not in human form...” she went on, ignoring his interjection. “Really, I’m older than you can imagine... I just don’t remember any of it.”
The side trip away from overt seduction gave Xander a chance to re-start his brain and think a little more clearly. “Dawn, everything you said is true... but, in people’s minds you’re still fifteen...”
“Do you think of me as a child, Xander?” Dawn asked.
‘Hell no!’ his libido chimed in its opinion. ‘Shut up, this is reality time, not fantasy time! Great, yelling at myself... now I’m schizophrenic!’
“Honestly, Xander. In your mind, do you see me as a little girl, someone who can’t be trusted to know her own heart?” she asked.
“Dawn, I... it’s hard to think with you standing so close...” he blurted out before he could sensor himself.
‘At least she didn’t laugh at me,’ he thought, blushing strongly.
“Is this better?” she asked, stepping back a couple meters.
“No...” slipped out of his mouth as desire momentarily won over reason. “I mean, yes, thank you.”
‘Wow. That smile...’ he thought as her face lit up.
She stood silently, and after a moment her smile turned into a grin, and she tilted her head, giving him an, ‘I’m waiting’ type look.
‘Doh! The question!’ he chastised himself when he realized he was staring like an idiot. ‘What did she ask me?’
“Uh, what was the question?” he asked at last, feeling utterly stupid.
Still, she didn’t laugh at him. She just calmly said, “You said I’m still just a fifteen year-old girl in people’s minds. I asked if that’s how you see me, as a little girl.”
“Oh, right...” he mumbled.
‘How do I see you... other than the total hottie I’ve been fantasizing about for a week now...’ he considered the question.
“Honestly, Dawn, if you had asked me that a couple weeks ago I probably would have said yes,” he said after a moment.
“I’m not asking you two weeks ago. I’m asking you now,” she prompted, her voice still calm and even.
“No, I guess I don’t,” he admitted reluctantly. “I... That doesn’t matter though, Dawn. We can’t just think about ourselves- other people matter. Other people’s opinion’s matter!”
Dawn smiled. “Other people... you mean like Buffy,” she said gently.
“And your Mom, and Willow and Tara and Giles and Faith...” he started. “Well, Faith would probably just tell me to go for it...” he said as he thought about her.
Dawn laughed lightly.
“But, yes, especially Buffy!” he said, getting back on track. “Do you think I’d live for more than five seconds if your sister ever found out I’d... touched you...” his rant trailed off as he finished the thought. ‘God I so want to touch you Dawn!’ his libido once again offered its opinion.
“You think about it, though, don’t you?” Dawn asked; her voice once again husky with desire. “You’ve thought about touching me... being with me?”
‘I’m a bad, bad man!’ Xander lamented once again as he nodded his head slowly.
She stepped closer to him, not as close as she had been, but only a step away as she asked, “Xander, if Buffy and Mom and the others weren’t against it, would you give us a chance?”
“Dawnie...” Xander said gently. ‘Sure, in fantasy land something that good might happen to me...’ he thought cynically.
“What if I told them that I had found somebody...” Dawn began, moving a little closer as she spoke. “Somebody that knew the truth about me, where I came from, what I am... someone who wouldn’t run away when they found out people were hunting me... someone who would risk their life... who would fly across the country on a moment’s notice to come to my rescue...”
“Dawn,” he again tried to interject despite the warm emotion filling him at her description.
“What if I told them I’d fallen for a wonderful, loyal, handsome and incredibly sexy man... a man who was strong, and loyal, and would never hurt me, but would do anything to protect me- even if it hurt him terribly? Do you really think they would still object to us being together?”
Xander suddenly remembered his conversation with Giles from just a little while ago. ‘Be open to positive extremes... Oh my God!’ Chilling fear suddenly washed through Xander’s body. ‘She... she’s not talking hypothetically...’
“Dawn?” Xander’s voice was hoarse and raspy. He attempted to clear his throat before continuing, “What did you do this morning?”
“I told my Mom and my sister that I was falling for this incredible, wonderful guy...”
“Oh God!” a strangled whisper broke free from Xander’s throat.
Dawn continued on blithely, “...convinced them not to hunt him down and kill him... explained all the reasons why he was perfect for me... and eventually got their permission to try and win him over.”
Xander’s jaw dropped and all he could do was to stare at her.
Dawn closed the remaining distance between them as she said, “I knew I’d have an even harder time convincing you, than I would with Mom and Buffy, so I started with them.”
‘Burning... hot... Oh God!’ Xander thought as Dawn’s body pressed against his own.
She reached up with one hand, pausing, hesitant for a moment before completing the gesture and cupping the side of his neck just below his ear.
‘Oh God, oh God, ohGodohGodohGod!’ he thought, panting as her touch sent an intense heat through his flesh.
“Will you let me try to win your heart?” she asked with an audible gulp. “Please? You already have mine...”
Then she licked her lips
‘I’m a dead man!’ Xander thought briefly before he kissed her.
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“Wow, Faith’s pretty good,” Willow said, sounding impressed.
“She is, isn’t she,” Tara said in agreement. ‘Of course it goes without saying that she’s not even in Buffy’s class...’ she thought, feeling just a little smug.
“Not much action tonight...” Willow observed.
“Nope,” Tara agreed with a grin.
“Wanna make out?” Willow said, in almost the same tone of voice.
‘I wondered how long that would take,’ Tara thought, her grin threatening to grow into laughter. ‘I wasn’t missing your subtle hints... not that they were all that subtle...’
Schooling her features once again, Tara said, “I don’t know... You don’t want to watch Buffy?”
Tara noticed out of the side of her eye that the redhead was pouting as she said, “But she’s not doing anything! She’s letting Faith have all the fun...”
“Well, that’s true...” Tara said, continuing their little game.
There hadn’t been any vampire activity during their patrol until just a few minutes ago when they came across four scraggly-looking vamps menacing a drunk frat-boy who had apparently made a wrong turn on the way back from a party somewhere. Faith had leapt into the fray, taking down two of them, and was now in the process of pummeling them. Buffy had taken the other two and was actually holding them up in the air by the scruff of their necks, apparently unfazed by their wild gyrations as they sought to free themselves.
Frat-boy had knocked himself out when he tried to run away, and ran straight into a lamp post.
“...Still, it’s pretty impressive, don’t you think?” Tara asked Willow. “I mean, look at her! Those things are at least twice her size, and she’s holding them up like they’re light as air!”
“Like balloon animals,” Willow said with giggle.
“Balloon vampires?” Tara asked with a giggle of her own.
“You’re right, it really is impressive...” Willow allowed. “Why do you think I’m so antsy?”
“Aww,” Tara mock pouted. “And here I was thinking it was me...”
“That’s just it,” Willow answered in a seductive tone. “One of you I could deal with... but with Buffy over there showing off, and you standing right here, smelling so delicious that I want to go down on you right here in the alley... it’s driving me crazy!”
Tara watched, captivated as the redheaded witch slowly licked her lips and ended up slightly biting her lower lip, all the while moving her gaze up and down Tara’s body. ‘Oh my!’ the blonde thought, suddenly feeling flushed. Beads of sweat popped out along her hairline as a feeling of heat washed through her body everywhere Willow’s gaze went.
The spell was slightly broken as Faith’s voice rang out down the alley, “Hey B, what’cha doin over there?”
“Oh, nothing. I just wanted to wait and see if you wanted a couple more playmates. I figured you could stand to burn off some energy...”
Faith performed a spinning high kick, smashing one vampire’s nose and knocking it to the ground. She continued her turn, dropping to a crouch in order to sweep the feet out from under the vamp on her other side, sending it so the ground nearly parallel to the first one.
“Nice!” Buffy called out, nodding her head at the move.
“Thanks!” Faith answered with a predatory grin.
“I’d applaud, but my hands are full at the moment,” Buffy quipped.
“Tell you what, B,” Faith said, dodging a punch from the vamp who had just jumped to his feet. “Why don’t we split ‘em,” she said, grabbing the arm of that same vamp and throwing him over her shoulder into the other, who was climbing to his feet just in time to be bowled over once again.
“Ok,” Buffy agreed. “Head’s up!” The blonde Slayer threw both vampires straight up into the air, nearly ten feet above her head. Before they had begun their journey back down, Buffy leapt into the air, performing a pirouette that spun her short skirt straight out from her body, and then snapped her legs out in a splits-kick that sent one vamp flying through the air towards Faith, and the other right into the brick wall of the building on the near side of the alley with a meaty ‘thwack’.
“Holy!” Willow breathed in awe.
“Goddess!” Tara echoed Willow’s amazement.
Faith had the presence of mind to duck, letting the flying vamp pass overhead and right into the two she’d been fighting, sending all three into a pile at the base of the wall on the far side of the alley.
“Jesus B!” Faith cried out, her own eyes wide with shock.
“Don’t try that one at home, kids!” Buffy quipped, laughing in delight.
The pile of three vampires took that moment to get up and, sensibly, run toward the mouth of the alley.
“Crap!” Faith shouted, scrambling to give chase.
“Let ‘em go, Faith!” Buffy called out. “Will? You want em?”
“My pleasure Mistress!” Willow called out excitedly. She made a casual flicking gesture with her hand and the three immediately fell to the ground screaming. Their bodies glowed red and then burst into flames, as though burning from the inside out. Within a second of them hitting the ground, all that remained was ash and the echo of a scream.
Tara’s eyes flicked over to Faith at the Slayer’s soft gasp. ‘Oh goodness, I think you frightened her badly, Willow,’ she thought. ‘She’s white as a sheet!’ A shiver went down Tara’s back herself at the intensity of Willow’s chosen demise for the vampires.
“Mistress?” Buffy brought Tara’s attention to the remaining vampire, who was beating feet down the alley in the opposite direction. “Would you like that one?”
“I’ll let Faith decide,” Tara said, not wanting to leave their hunting partner out of the action.
Faith still looked shaken by what she’d seen. “Ahh, that’s cool, you go ahead,” she said, her voice higher than was usually the case.
‘Poor Faith,’ Tara thought. ‘Not used to being the least powerful girl in the crowd, are you?’ she wondered as she reached out with her power and dragged the fleeing vampire back down the alley towards them. She levitated a stake into the air and pulled the vampire onto it in a reverse of the usual staking motion.
“Cool!” Buffy chirped happily.
“Are you ok Faith?” Willow asked, her voice sounding genuinely concerned. “You look kinda pale...”
“Yeah, uh, Willow... Ya’know, five by five,” the dark Slayer said, her voice growing stronger as she visibly pulled herself together. “So, we gonna go hit the Bronze, or what?”
“Yeah, and we can drop off the Greek, who had to much to drink on the way...” Willow offered her opinion.
“I’m so up for some dancing!” Buffy said with a salacious note in her voice.
‘Uh huh, you just want to get me and your pet hot and bothered... not that that’s really a problem,’ Tara mused. Aloud, she said, “We have to go back and pick up Dawn and Xander first.”
“Oh!” Willow interjected. “You don’t think they’re... you know...” she trailed off, grinning and waggling her eyebrows suggestively.
“What, you think maybe X-man’s popping little sis’s cherry right there on you guys’ living room rug?” Faith asked with a coarse chuckle.
“Ugh! Faith!” Buffy immediately chastised her sister-Slayer, getting a sour look on her face. “Please! Mental image I *so* don’t need!”
“I think they’ll make a cute couple,” Tara said with a warm smile. ‘Plus they won’t both be so stressed out all the time...’ she thought humorously.
“Yeah, Buff,” Willow added with a giggle. “I mean, I get that it’s kinda weird for you, Dawnie with a boy, but you just can’t ignore the hotness that is your sister these days.”
Faith seemed fully recovered as she interjected, “Yeah, plus the X-man’s looking pretty good. All grown up and filled out in the right places... it’s no wonder little sis is lookin to take him for a test drive.”
“Argh!” Buffy closed her eyes, slapped her hands over her ears and chanted, “La la la la la, I can’t hear you!”
Tara couldn’t help but laugh at the girls’ antics. ‘Now, this is more like it,’ she thought. ‘I much prefer it when we’re all getting along. Though, I think Buffy’s going to be in for some serious teasing... and Willow’s in for some serious spanking!’
Buffy dropped her hands and grimaced. “They’d better damn-well not be! I might have to forget my promise not to pummel him to death!” she growled threateningly.
‘Ok, enough for now...’ Tara thought. “Come on,” she said, leading the way out of the alley. “Xander wouldn’t do something like that...”
“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Buffy muttered, following behind.
‘Well, maybe just once more...’ Tara thought with amusement. “No matter how hard Dawn begged,” she added, smiling broadly at her Slayer’s choking sound behind her.
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