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
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
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"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
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