Summary: Set in Season six prior to OMWF. Spike, Buffy, and
Dawn enjoy a little family time.
Author's Notes:
Written for Spikesdeb who wanted a Spuffy and Dawn family interaction.
I hope this is what she wanted. Betaed by Tasha
Chapter 1
Dawn excitedly handed Buffy a newspaper,
folded to the entertainment
section. “Look, the zoo is having a free ‘Punk in the Park’ concert
tonight at 10pm. We should take Spike. He’d love it.”
Buffy nibbled on her bottom lip. “Yeah, he might.” She looked up at her
sister. Her thoughts seemed to be in a constant turmoil over how Dawn
would react if she knew how much Buffy was considering being more
friendly with the vampire. “You really think he’ll like it?”
“Oh, I’m positive!” Dawn grinned. She knew if she could get Buffy and
Spike somewhere without the Scoobies hanging on them that the two
blonds were sure to realize how much they liked each other. “We can
take a blanket to sit on. Oh, Mom had a picnic basket here someplace.
We can take our own food.”
“What about patrol?” Buffy looked like she was about to veto the
concert idea.
“Do it afterwards.” Dawn slapped the counter. “You need to have some
fun, Buffy. Let Spike and me deal with all the details.”
“All right.” Buffy rolled her eyes. She just hoped it wasn’t a mistake
to let a sixteen year old and a hyperactive vampire plan the evening.
God only knew what kind of food concoctions they would come up with.
She flipped through the paper. “Now let me see the want ads. I need to
find a job very soon.”
“Anything but Double Meat Palace. They suck butt.” Dawn grimaced in
disgust. All her friends thought DMP was great, but the food was
grosser than gross. “Maybe you should charge Willow and Tara room and
board.” She knew the subject of Buffy’s friends living with them was a
touchy one at times, but Dawn was fed up with seeing Buffy worry about
the bills. Dawn felt that anyone living there should contribute to the
household expenses. It shouldn’t be all Buffy’s responsibility.
“Right. No DMP.” Buffy saluted. She thought Dawn’s ick face was cute.
She wondered what her own looked like the night she shared drinks with
Spike at his crypt. She gazed at the want ads. “I thought about asking
Will and Tara for money, but it felt weird.
“Maybe, but you have the right to ask, Buffy.” Dawn comforted her
sister. “It’s not like you’re being unreasonable. They used up Mom’s
insurance money this summer too. Besides, they would have to pay for a
dorm room or apartment anyways.”
“You’re right. I’ll think about it more.” Buffy’s finger slid down each
column of the employment section. “Okay, let’s see: janitor, school bus
driver, DMP, self defense instructor, nurses’ aide…”
“Read the self defense one,” Dawn said. “You can so do that one.”
“You think?” Buffy had a doubtful gleam in her eye. She was pretty good
with the self defense, but she wasn’t sure she would be a very good
teacher.
“Oh yeah, you are a natural!” Dawn gave a cheeky grin. “Just do
a demonstration for them.”
“I guess I could.” Buffy took note of the address in the paper.
Dawn glanced at the clock. “If I go now, I can talk to Spike before
school starts.” She went to give Buffy a hug. “Good luck, sis.”
“Thanks.” Buffy returned the hug. For the first time since her return
from heaven she felt like being touched by another person. “Be
careful!” She called out after her disappearing sister.
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Buffy entered her house grinning like a loon. After an effective
demonstration of her self defense skills, just as Dawn had suggested,
she had landed a job with a good wage teaching said skills. She
couldn’t wait to tell Dawn the good news.
“You got the job, didn’t you?” Dawn appeared in the kitchen door.
“Sure did!” Buffy whirled in place like a young child. “I start
tomorrow afternoon. I teach two classes on Wednesday, Thursday, and
Friday. Then, another four classes on Saturday and one on Sunday
afternoon.”
“What’s this about a job?” Spike appeared behind Dawn.
“I got one!” Buffy’s smiled even brighter when she saw the vampire. He
looked so genuinely interested in what she had to say that she couldn’t
help herself. The rest of Buffy’s friends were only interested in
avoiding talking about anything personal. Why was it that the man who
was supposed to be her enemy listened to her more than her close
friends? Did I just call him a man?
“Congratulations, Slayer.” Spike returned the grin. He was happy to see
Buffy in a good mood for a change, and her delight was contagious.
“So, are we going to the zoo concert?” Buffy looked at Spike and Dawn
for confirmation.
Spike nodded. He eyed Buffy, and he curled his tongue behind his teeth
with a smirk. “Not that what you’re wearing isn’t delightful, pet.” He
motioned his hand up and down from head to toe towards Buffy. “It just
isn’t punk enough.”
Buffy looked down at the dark blue sleeveless shirt and brown pants she
had worn out of the house earlier. “I guess not. Interview impressive
clothing not so mixy with punk deviants.”
Spike snorted in amusement. “Well, I’ll watch the telly while you two
lovely ladies get ready.” He gestured towards the living room.
“I don’t know how much punkish stuff I got.” Buffy frowned. She tried
to go over her wardrobe in her head. “Maybe some cool boots and a
necklace or two.” She thought to herself, And a nice silver skull
ring that happens to be still in my jewelry box.
“Don’t worry!” Dawn pointed to a couple of shopping bags in the foyer.
“We collected stuff from Spike’s friends and his place. What we
couldn’t collect we bought at the boutique down the street from the
Magic Box.”
Buffy studied Spike’s expectant face. She could tell he wanted to see
what she looked like punked out like him. Buffy found herself wanting
to make Spike happy. Other than Dawn, he was the only one who didn’t
expect her to be back to normal. Of course, unlike her sister he was
the only one that knew her deepest secret of being in heaven.
Buffy turned to Dawn. “That sounds like fun. Let’s go upstairs. It’s
time to wow our vamp.”
Spike stared at Buffy in shock. Did she just say what he thought she
said? They’d been getting along rather well since her return, but it
wasn’t like Buffy to say something like that in front of anyone else.
“Be prepared to be amazed,” Dawn told Spike. She slapped his arm to get
his attention.
The blond vampire grinned as the two sisters went upstairs. He just
hoped his prayers had been answered. He knew this Earth could never be
Heaven for her, but it didn’t have to be Hell either. Spike knew he was
a condemned demon, but he was sure that God listened if it was in the
Chosen One’s behalf. He would do whatever he had to do to help make it
happen for her.
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Spike looked up when Dawn entered the living room over an hour later.
He raised an eyebrow at her appearance. Gone was the bubblegum
snapping, cheery teeny bopper, and in her place was a rebellious Goth
girl. The heavy eye makeup, darkened lips, and black clothing were such
a different look for Dawn. Spike could only hope that Buffy’s change
was just as drastic.
Spike got to his feet, and he waited with eager anticipation for the
Slayer’s entrance.
“Come on, Buff.” Dawn looked over her shoulder. “You’re gonna knock
Spike dead.”
“Don’t you mean deader?” Buffy stepped around her taller sister. Even
with the heels on her boots, Dawn had a good two or three inches on
Buffy.
Spike had to stop his jaw from dropping. If the Nibblet’s change was
dramatic, Buffy’s was even more radical. It wasn’t that Spike hadn’t
seen the Slayer dressed in all black before, but he had never seen her
dressed in such a revealing halter top. The plunging neckline hinted at
the fullness of Buffy’s breasts while the shortened waist line let her
belly button peek out. Spike saw the light bounce off something at the
Slayer’s belly button, and he knew he’d have to get a closer look later.
Spike’s eyes lingered long on Buffy to take in her short skirt covered
with two silver zippers and silver grommets. When he saw the removable
bondage strap attached to silver D rings, his mind plunged into fantasy
land. He imagined being tied up for the Slayer’s pleasure with the
strap.
Buffy adjusted the silver and black feather boa around her shoulders.
She self-consciously touched the cross choker on her neck that she had
taken from her own personal collection.
Spike’s eye was again caught when something on the Slayer’s hand
flashed in the light. He stepped forward to grab Buffy’s hand. He
examined what he had noticed before he looked into her eyes. He
couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “You’re wearing m’ring?”
“Yeah.” Buffy blushed. “It went with the boots.”
Spike stepped back. His gaze slid down her fish-net stocking encased
legs to examine her boots. They came up to just under her knee, and the
heel gave the petite woman just a bit of height. The black suede was
offset with silver lame that crisscrossed up the boots in straps and
buckles. The buckles were skulls that matched Spike’s ring perfectly.
The bleached blond vampire took another step back to take in the entire
picture. He reached out to stroke a lock of black streaked hair. “If
you’d been dressed like this on that night at your school, I’d have
never gotten the drop on you, Slayer. I would have been at your feet as
your willin’ slave even then.”
Dawn chuckled. “You would have been dust at her feet back then.”
“I don’t know.” Buffy gave Spike a sultry, heavy lidded look. “I like
the idea of a willing slave. I was all pouty when I figured out he was
a vampire I would have to slay.”
“Well then, luv. If I’m gonna be the willin’ slave, I’m missin’ some
hardware.” Spike dashed upstairs. He knew there was a collar and leash
in the shopping bags that he and Dawn had brought. He had noticed them
before, but he had no idea where they had come from. Now he was glad
they were there. When he returned downstairs, he fell to his knees in
front of Buffy. He offered her the collar and leash.
The Slayer’s face turned bright red, but she took the items from Spike
anyway. As she placed the collar around his neck and started to buckle
it, she felt her panties dampen with arousal. When Spike’s nostrils
flared, she knew he smelled her eagerness to command him.
Spike looked up at Buffy. If Dawn wasn’t in the room, he would have
said something to Buffy that would have required punishment. As it was,
his already hard cock pained him even more. He couldn’t help himself.
He was her willing slave with or without the collar that now adorned
his neck. He’d do anything for her.
“Dawn, go get the stuff from the kitchen,” Buffy said. Her voice was
huskier than usual, even to her own ears.
Dawn rolled her eyes. Finally we’re getting somewhere with these
two,
she thought to herself. She hurried out of the room before the UST
became too much for her. Honestly, didn’t these two know she was a
hormonal teenager?
Buffy looked down at the bulge in Spike’s pants. “You might want to get
comfortable. It’s gonna be a long hard night before we can take care of
that.”
“Buffy?” Spike’s voice came out as a cracked whisper.
Buffy cupped the side of Spike’s face in one hand. She thought
carefully about her next words because she had a feeling that could
make or break him. “How can I not give the man who saves me every night
the crumb he deserves?” She leaned down to adjust his hard on with her
other hand, and a happy little smile lit up her face.
Spike leaned into Buffy’s warm, soft palm. His heart filled with joy at
her words. His eyes fluttered shut, and he gave a small sigh of
contentment. He happily enjoyed the caresses being administered to his
cock.
Dawn cleared her throat when she entered the room. She pretended not to
see what Buffy had been doing to Spike. However, she grinned at the
happy expressions on her loved ones’ faces. “Hey Buff. Have your slave
boy carry the basket. It’s heavy.”
Buffy slowly removed her hands from Spike’s body. She didn’t want to
give her little sister any lessons about sex, but she decided she was
not going to be ashamed over being found touching her vampire. She
snapped her fingers. “Hop to it, Spiky. You get to carry the basket of
goodies.”
Spike smirked as he got to his feet. He slipped on his duster before he
took the basket away from Dawn. He was just happy to see Buffy in a
good mood and willing to allow his attentions. “Yes, Mistress,” he
replied cheekily.
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Buffy’s Boots:
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