Dawn of Destruction

By:  Morrigan & Blacknblue2


A/N:  Finals are over, so hopefully we'll be writing like madwomen from now on.


Disclaimer:  We don't own the characters.  We don't own the shows.  Joss is our hero.




Buffy stood in the shower, her hands pressed against the wall, letting the spray cascade over her head while she silently scolded herself for her greedy eyes and big, fat, loud mouth.

It's true that she had been more accepting than ever of Spike.  She told herself, in the beginning, that it was because he and Dawn had become so close.  Since her return, Buffy had been failing miserably at re-establishing the kind of connection that she needed with her sister and she figured rubbing elbows with Spike couldn't hurt.

But, now, in just one day, everything felt so different between them.  Ever since they sat down to watch a silly tv show.  In one fell swoop she had jumped from rubbing elbows with Spike, to lip locking.

And now, they were thousands of miles from home, in some hotel room with only one bed.  She hadn't had five minutes alone with him, since they kissed, and she honestly didn't know how to feel, much less, act!

'What if he wants to talk about it?' she wondered.  'Or, even worse...  What if he *doesn't?*  What if, to Spike, it was just a thing?  And, why did that thought worry her so much more?'

'It's okay,' she told herself as she turned off the shower and wrapped herself in a towel.  'I'm going back out there, and acting like nothing ever happened.  That way, if he doesn't say anything, I won't look and feel like some silly girl.'

Nodding decisively, she dried off and thanked herself for forgetting to put down her bag as she rushed into the bathroom.  How ridiculous would she have felt if she had been forced to walk out in a towel to get her things, after the way she had acted in front of Spike, just moments ago?

After pulling on her pjs, and brushing her teeth, she took a deep breath and stepped back out into the room.

Only to see Spike lounging in bed, covered only by a sheet, patting the space next to him in a motion for Buffy to join him.

Buffy's face flamed, and she stuttered for words, only to give up, and remain silent.

"Well?" Spike asked, an irritating smirk on his face.  "Bed's big enough; might as well get some shut eye before we go visit the portal tonight."

Buffy finally found her voice, and asked, with slight squeak, "Are you naked?!"

Spike's grin just grew wider.

"Can't sleep in my jeans, now can I?" he asked.  C'mon Slayer, nothin' to worry about.  Perfect gentleman, and all that.  Now get in bed so you can be in top Slayer form for the day ahead."

Buffy paused a moment longer, indecision clearly showing in her eyes which danced back and forth between Spike's thinly veiled form and the empty space on the bed, beside him.

Swallowing hard, she found herself thinking that this was definitely more awkward than seeing him in a towel!

Finally, nodding her acceptance, she shuffled slowly to the bed, and sat down on the edge, with her back to him.  After a few more seconds, she turned and put up her feet, and stretched out on top of the covers with her arms folded and closed her eyes.  Her entire right side was aligned perfectly with the bed's edge.

All was silent for about 10 seconds.

Then the bed began to quiver.

Shortly, afterwards, Buffy heard a sound similar to a cough come from Spike as he broke out into giggles.  Barely turning her head in his direction, she cracked open her eyes and glared at him.

He bit his bottom lip and sniffed, stifling his laughter as best he could, while feigning a regretful expression.

"Oh, come on, Luv!  You're stiff as a board, over there!  You look deader than I'm supposed to be!  I don't bite..." shaking his head he grinned once more and amended, "Well, okay maybe, I *do* bite, but that's not the issue...  Unless of course, you want me to..."

Buffy's eyes shot open completely, and at the look she pinned on him, he rushed hurriedly ahead.

"An' Look!" Spike tucked the sheet under his right side, in an exaggerative manner.  "See? I'll keep my manly bits all to myself."  A wry light crept back into his eyes then, however as he added, "Unless of course, you *don't* want me to, in which case, I'd be more than willing to oblige..."

"Spike! You pig!"  Buffy said, angrily, but she couldn't hide her slight smile.

"Oink, oink, Slayer," he answered, causing her to lose her composure completely, and burst into a fit of giggles.

She soon let out a very un-ladylike snort, causing Spike to join in with his own laughter.

They eventually calmed down, and before Buffy knew it, Spike had grabbed her and pulled her close to him.  She began to protest, only to be interrupted.

"C'mon, Slayer, argue when we wake up.  Now let me get some kip."

Once more, Buffy opened her mouth to protest.  Spike simply pulled her head down onto his shoulder, and said, firmly, "Sleep, Buffy."

Buffy finally gave in, relaxing bonelessly into his embrace, and soon fell under the relaxing oblivion of sleep.

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In her dreams, Buffy was laughing.

She was on a beach, feeling the sand between her toes, under a starlit sky.  She was on a playground, swinging and squealing in mock terror.  She was dancing at the Bronze.  She was drinking and freeing kittens.  She was walking past the theatre and holding hands with a faceless man who loved her.  She was being kissed.  She was staring into beautiful blue eyes that were as deep and mysterious as the sea...

Something was poking her in the butt.

Still mostly asleep, Buffy frowned and wiggled, scooting over up a little to alleviate the sensation.  She must have rolled over on the tv remote.

She was surprised when the remote followed her, however.  Returning to her with the determination of a heat seeking missile and nudging her firmly in another personal place.

Slowly coming back to herself, Buffy realized just what it was that was poking her.  And, it wasn't the remote.  She squirmed a little, trying to get away, drawing a groan from the body behind her.  She froze as the sound shot directly through her, sending shivers along her skin.  She felt a flush coloring her body, and a pulsing warmth emanated from between her legs.

Buffy began squirming again, trying to get out of bed before Spike woke up.  The arms around her tightened, and another groan was produced, causing another round of shivers.

Buffy began trying to slowly inch her way out of Spike's embrace, only to be startled when the phone rang shrilly next to her.

Spike's arms tightened painfully around her, then released as he reached over her for the phone, blanketing her body with his own.  Buffy tried to ignore her growing arousal as his chest brushed her own, causing her nipples to tighten.

He soon moved away, smirking down at her.

"Meeting in half an hour.  Gonna do some shop talk before the big event," he said as he pulled completely away.

"Okay, meeting.  Great," Buffy quickly said, adding a "shower," as she ran toward the bathroom.

Slamming the door behind her, Buffy quickly stripped, started the shower, and jumped in.  As the warm water flowed over her body, her hands made a bee-line to her sex, searching for some relief before the Scooby meeting.

The fingers of Buffy's right hand moved over her slick folds, as her other hand moved back up to pluck at a nipple.  She teased around her opening before plunging two fingers inside her heat, gasping out loud at the sensation.  Her thumb moved over her clit as a vision of striking blue eyes flashed through her mind, a British voice whispering, "That's right, Luv, just like that.  Know how to make you feel good, don't I?"

"Oh, God!"  Buffy moaned, working herself faster, already ridiculously close to orgasm.

From outside the bathroom door, Spike grinned when a moaned, "Spike!" drifted out, followed closely by an embarrassed, "Dammit!"

"Looks like someone just remembered vampire hearing," Spike smirked to himself.