FIC: A Cry In The Night - NC-17

["jin hayte" <jinhayte@xxxxxxxxxxx>]

Ok, this here is a little something I wrote a few weeks ago, in a spur of 
momentary insanity.

Please make sure you READ the DISCLAIMERS! It is imperative that you do 
before reading the story. I won't hold it against you if you chose to give 
me some...less friendly feedback for this, but know that I've not lead you 
into this unknowing.

Oh, and if the words 'Dawn' and 'sex' together in the same sentence bothers 
you, even if there's nothing shown "on screen", I'd suggest you click the 
back button now.

Finally, I had Mad-Hamlet read through this a while ago, and he gave me some 
advice which I ultimately chose to ignore. Not because I doubt his advice 
would've made the story better, but because I wanted to keep it in its 
original form; this is late night lunacy at its best from yours truly.

Now, it's not as bad as it sounds. In fact, you might get a few chuckles out 
of this, at least. Just don't take it serously and you'll be fine.

Enjoy!

* * *
TITLE: A Cry In The Night

AUTHOR: Jin Hayte

FEEDBACK: Give it to me baby! Here or at jinhayte@xxxxxxxxxxx

SPOILER WARNING: Zipp

SUMMARY: Takes place sometime, anytime, doesn't matter, though early Season 
7 is a good time. Dawn's having a friend over, and Buffy and Willow are 
busy.

DISCLAIMER: Joss is God, I sacrifice a bunny in his honour every full moon 
and bathe in the sweat of 17 virgins on Saturdays.

DISTRIBUTION: http://www.angelsfallfirst.tk

RATING: NC-17

COUPLES: B/W, D/Other (only in a seriously obvious subtexty way)

NOTES: While I'm writing this, I'm in a weird mood (and it's also 2 AM and 
I'm dead tired). So this is probably - no, definitely - gonna be weird. I'm 
shooting for 'funny weird', but it might just end up 'quirky with a smidge 
of exaggerated lameness weird'. And I'll be mocking any/everything about 
BtVS. You have been warned. Read at your own risk. Beware, for before thee 
layeth doom. Etc. Comprende?

THANKS TO: Momentary insanity. Oh, and Mad-Hamlet, for his freaky brain. It 
was tasty.

* * *

"So, what you wanna do?" Dawn asked as she stepped through the front door of 
the house she lived in, the Summers house, 1630 Revello Drive. "You wanna 
watch a movie?"

The goth girl named Kit shrugged her shoulders. "Whatever you wanna do." She 
said with a smile.

"Buffy?" Dawn called out.

A crash could be heard from the dining room.

Instantly alarmed, Dawn grabbed a hold of Kit's arm and strode with 
confident but uncharacteristic steps further into the house, towards the 
dining room.

"Buffy?!" She called out again.

"Um...in here Dawn." Came the Slayer's reply.

Dawn and her gothic styled friend entered the dining room and saw chaos; 
Willow and Buffy stood on opposite sides of the table, their hairdos 
tousled, their faces flushed and they were hurriedly buttoning up blouses 
and straitening out skirts, trying desperately to hide the fact that less 
than twenty seconds ago they had been well under way of humping each other 
on the dinner table.

On the floor lay Willow's laptop, shattered into thousand, or at least a 
doussin, itty bitty pieces.

"Um, we were just..." Buffy started hesitantly.

"Researching!" Willow shrieked, looking up at Dawn meeting her eyes for 
split second before returning her attention to her not fully buttoned 
blouse.

"Yeah, researching!" Buffy was quick to agree. "And, and, this demon came 
in...out! Came out from the computer screen an-" Buffy was interrupted as 
Willow, at the mention of her dearest possession in the world, looked down 
on the floor and squeaked.

The redhead dropped down on the floor and started picking up various pieces 
of plastic and metal, her eyes watering up. "Oh, no, God no. Please, baby. 
Come on." She cried.

Buffy looked at her lover with pained eyes, torn between wanting to comfort 
her and not wanting to expose their relationship to the world, the world 
being Dawn and her goth friend named Kit.

Kit looked down at the hysterical redhead, who was now crying rivers, then 
at Buffy, who still had Willow's bra clinging to her left arm.

"Umm." She said uncertainly, pulling gently on Dawn's shirt, motioning her 
back out of the room.

Dawn, quick to take a hint, again uncharacteristically, looked at Kit and 
nodded.

"We'll be, umm, in the kitchen." She said before turning around and 
following her gothic friend into the kitchen, unable to not watch as the 
angsty-filled-with-rage-but-probably-very-sweet-inside-and-just-looking-for-love 
teenaged girl's hips swung seductively.

'Whoa, what are you doing?' She silently asked herself, inside her own head. 
'She's a goth, remember? You're so not into goths. Jocks with boyish looks 
and jackets that make everyone go loony, fine. Cute vampires that wanna eat 
you, oh god yes. Principal Wo-'

"You got any ice-cream?" Kit asked, interrupting Dawn's downward spiral into 
unacceptable but oh so hot...thoughts.

"Hmm?" Dawn asked, her eyes wide. "Uh, yeah, sure. I mean I do."

Chuckling nervously, she moved to the fridge and opened the freeze box. 
Digging around for a while, subconsciously displaying her ass to her friend 
Kit, who was a goth, she finally came back out with a bucket of obscure 
flavoured Haagendaas ice-cream.

"I've got ice-cream!" she cheered, grabbing two spoons from a drawer then 
putting the bucket on the kitchen island. Sitting down on one of the stools, 
she handed one of the spoons to Kit.

As Kit reached to take the spoon, their hands touched, lightning passed 
between them, sending wondrous feelings directly into their cores, cause 
that's what happens when two young women touch each other. Always.

The girls both gasped for air, their eyes met, they had a moment. Then both 
of them pulled their hands back, as if they had been scorned with the hot 
fires of the deepest hell, their skin pierced by the humongous grill fork of 
Lucifer himself.

"So, um, ice-cream." Dawn said stupidly, pointing to the bucket right in 
front of her. She pulled off the lid and threw it over her shoulder, landing 
it perfectly in the bin.

"What kind is it?" Kit asked, sitting down opposite of Dawn, leaning forward 
slightly, displaying her seventeen year old cleavage to anyone who was 
interested.

"Umm," Dawn mumbled, barely managing to tear her eyes away from the hot 
round teenage flesh put up on display before her.

She twirled the ice-cream bucket with her hand, reading the label.

"Sandalwood cherry," she said enthusiastically, but frowned when she 
realized what a weird combination that was.

"Mmm, cherry," Kit said, licking her black, gothic lips. She pushed forward 
and scooped up from ice-cream with her spoon, bringing it to her mouth and 
moaning when the cold, frozen mixture of various chemicals and milk products 
came into contact with her taste buds.

* * *

"Willow, please. Calm down," Buffy said, trying to soothe her secret lover. 
She was kneeled down next to the redhead, gently caressing her lower back. 
"We can buy a new one. A better one," She tried.

Willow shot her a devastated look. "You can't just BUY a new computer, 
Buffy. They aren't just things you get to toss away and replace at any 
whim." Big droplets of salty water ran slowly down her pale but freckled 
cheeks.

"Uh...actually," Buffy started, but soon thought better of it. "Yeah, you're 
right, sorry." She reached out and softly rubbed away the tears with her 
thumbs. "It wasn't your fault, Will."

"Yes, it was!" Willow insisted. "I-I let her go. She was with me, and I let 
her go." She grabbed for the broken laptop, pushing the pieces to her chest, 
her tears still falling.

"C'mon, let's get upstairs," Buffy said, standing up pulling the witch with 
her. "You need to rest. We'll think of a way to bring back your laptop 
tomorrow."

Willow sniffled, but gave a nod. "Okay," she said, though it wasn't 
necessary since she had already nodded.

The pair moved towards the stairs, but Buffy stopped them at the bottom. 
"Hold on, I'll be right back." She gave Willow a kiss on the cheek and moved 
towards the kitchen.

Entering the area known as the kitchen, Buffy adamantly ignored the 
erotically charged atmosphere in the air and the lusty stares coming from 
the teenagers sitting at the kitchen island feeding each other ice-cream.

She walked straight to the fridge, opened it and took out a bowl of 
cherries, a carton of milk and a bag of instant chocolate pudding that had 
been put in the fridge for some reason.

"Dawn, Willow and I are going to sleep. You two gonna be ok on your own?" 
she asked, walking out of the kitchen not bothering to wait for an answer. 
Not that she'd gotten one; Dawn's mouth was filled with weird tasting 
ice-cream.

"Come on, pet," Buffy said, coming out into the hall and motioning for 
Willow to go up the stairs. "Buffy's gonna make you bark."

With a blissful smile plastered on her face, her recent loss completely 
forgotten, Willow practically bounced up the stairs, followed by her hungry, 
blonde, super strong and sometimes a little bit TOO enthusiastic, 
girlfriend, who currently was grinning semi-menacingly.

* * *

Dawn and Kit sat opposite each other on the former mystical Key's bed, Dawn 
at the head and Kit at the foot of the bed. The room was completely filled 
with darkness, except for the fifty-ish scented candles illuminating the 
room.

"Truth or dare?" Kit asked gleefully, bouncing up and down, still on a 
sugar-slash-hormone high.

"Truth." Dawn said without hesitation. She so wasn't ready for whatever 
weird Dares could and would (and should) come out of that warped gothic mind 
of Kit's.

Kit squeaked excitedly. "Have you ever..." she trailed off, looking around 
the room, drawing out the moment, causing intense suspension for everyone in 
the room. Or at least for herself. "Slept with someone?" she asked 
ingeniously, thrusting her fist up in the air in triumph.

"Umm..." Dawn hesitated. Casually, she picked up a pillow and tossed it 
aside, as if she was making room to sit. In reality, she used the pillow to 
cover her notch filled bedpost.

Deciding to go with the innocent, but curious, look, she shook her head and 
said, "No."

Kit rubbed her hands together, her grin widening.

Dawn shifted uncomfortably under the goth's hungry gaze.

Cut To
Int.
On the other side of the very thin wall, Buffy's bedroom - Same Time

"Mmm, I love my little Willow cherry," Buffy said huskily, swirling her 
tongue in and around Willow's bellybutton.

The redhead was lying naked on her back on Buffy's bed, her body covered in 
sloppy chocolate pudding, while Buffy was lying between her legs, eagerly 
waiting to eat her dessert.

Willow's body writhed under Buffy's ministrations, her hands fondling her 
own breasts, making squishy noises as the chocolate pudding was pressed out 
between her small but firm breasts and her fingers. Her hips pushed up, 
seeking the friction that her lover refused to give her.

"Ooh, witchy is horny, is she?" Buffy said in an uncharacteristic dominatrix 
styled tone of voice.

She crawled up the redhead's body, licking her way up, stopping for a moment 
to swirl her tongue around taut peaks. As she continued her journey upwards, 
she licked Willow's pulse point and sucked hard, making the witch groan in 
pleasure and wriggle her hips even more. If Buffy hadn't held her hands down 
onto the bed, Willow would've been double clicking her mouse faster than a 
gaming nerd (noob) at a Quake 2 LAN game.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm, Buffy, please!" she begged.

Buffy pushed the witch's arms up and laid them on the bed above her head, 
holding them down with one hand. She used her other hand to grab a small but 
firm breast, massaging hard before pulling on the nipple, twirling it 
between her thumb and index finger.

Willow's eyes shot open, and she couldn't help groaning hard as her nipple 
was turned like a frequency tuner on a radio.

"Oh God, please, Buff." She begged again.

"What do you want?" The Slayer whispered in the witch's ear, flicking the 
ear lobe with her tongue. She stopped man handling her lover's breast and 
instead switched to a soft caress, flattening her palm against the small 
mounds.

Willow shivered at the change of pace, goose bumps popping up all over her 
chocolate covered body.

"You," she gulped. "Inside."

Buffy grinned. "Inside?" she quizzed, licking the skin behind Willow's ear.

"Mmm," Willow moaned. "Your tongue, inside me." She was now twisting and 
squirming, pushing her hips upwards, desperate for release.

As she twisted, squirmed and pushed up with her hips, the chocolate on her 
body smeared onto Buffy's body, making a chocolaty mess. They'd have to 
change the sheets, that was for sure.

"Lie still," Buffy whispered in the redhead's ear, who managed to still her 
craving body.

Buffy released Willow's arm, and crawled back down, careful not to touch her 
body except with her hair, which teased and tickled the redhead as the 
Slayer made her way downstairs.

Breathing in the musky scent of her Willow, Buffy dove in, tasting the mix 
of chocolate and Willow juice.

Barely had she made contact with the redhead's most precious spot before 
Willow was pushed into hyper space, stars aligning themselves as the Goddess 
gave them her blessing and entire solar system exploded in a cosmic orgasm, 
sending blissful joy into the heavily panting, and at the moment levitating, 
redhead.

As she came down from the extremely mind obliterating experience, Willow's 
throat was sore, though she couldn't remember why, her mind having blacked 
out during the tremendously powerful orgasm.

Cut To
Int.
On the other side of the very thin wall, Dawn's bedroom - A few minutes back

"Ok, umm..." Dawn hesitated. She was trying to come up with a dare for Kit, 
who had picked Dare all the time, and Dawn was running out of non-sexy 
Dares. She would not end up in bed with a goth.

'Nope, nuh-uh, no siree with sugar on top.'

"Oh!" She exclaimed as she thought of something. "Run down to the kitchen 
and get me something from the fridge."

Kit instantly pushed up from the bed, but stopped before she exited the 
room. "Umm, what?" she asked.

"Surprise me," Dawn replied, smiling sweetly despite her best efforts not 
to.

"Ok!" Kit screeched and ran downstairs.

Dawn lay there on her bed, trying to push out all the sexy thoughts from her 
head, at least those involving a certain goth. But it wasn't easy, when the 
silence was constantly broken by moans and groans coming from her sister's 
bedroom.

'Geez, she really needs to get a boyfriend. She goes at it more than I do, 
for God's sake.' She thought, while unbuckling her jeans without really 
thinking about it. 'I don't get how Willow can sleep through all that noise, 
them sleeping in the same bed and all.' She continued, obviously sitting 
next to a certain river at the moment, as she did every time she thought 
about her sister's sex habits.

She was about to reach down with her hand between her legs when Kit came 
rushing through the door, panting heavily, and holding a cucumber.

"Here," she gasped, holding out the vegetable with a proud smile.

"Thanks," Dawn smiled, again sweetly. "Put it with the rest."

Nodding, Kit put the cucumber on the floor next to the coffee cup, the milk 
carton, the carrot, the grill fork, the toilet cleaner, the roll of toilet 
paper, Willow's broken laptop, a cushion from the living room couch, a 
battle axe, a small dagger, one fluffy mitten, a pink thong with a willow 
tree on the crotch, a picture of Joyce, the remote control for the TV 
downstairs and various other objects that all were proof of Kit's dedication 
to the game 'Truth or Dare'.

As the gothic teen sat down on the bed again, the moaning and groaning was 
interrupted by a loud shriek.

"BUFFYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!" Willow shouted as she came, a thousand stars 
pounding into her pleasure centre, sending out wave after wave of wonderful 
hormone charged energy, making everyone in a three mile radius becoming 
instantly aroused.

Panting heavily, the two teenaged girls looked at each other, their eyes 
looking into each other's horny souls.

"Oh, screw ethics," Dawn growled as she jumped Kit the goth, fusing their 
lips together in a passionate, earth devouring kiss.

* * *

EPILOGUE

Buffy was digging through the fridge, taking out various things. She was 
making breakfast for her totally spent girlfriend who was lying naked in 
bed, covered in dried chocolate pudding.

Buffy put the butter and tomatoes on the kitchen island next to the bread, 
and turned back to the fridge. She spent another few minutes looking around, 
until with a disgruntled noise she stood up and closed the fridge.

"Where IS that cucumber?" she asked no one but thin air, scratching her 
head.

She went upstairs and to her sister's bedroom. Her life would never be the 
same again.

-fin-



/Jin
- - - - -
"She should have died hereafter: There would have been a time for such a 
word ...
...it is a tale, told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying 
nothing." - Shakespeare/Macbeth
- - - - -
http://www.angelsfallfirst.tk

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