The Electra Complex









Chapter 1









The blue window tinted Bentley sped through the dark streets of LA. A shockingly platinum haired man wearing a power suit reclined comfortable in the back seat, flanked by two gorgeous women either side of him. The woman on the left was decidedly older than the one on the right and a picture of elegance. She was in a tight black strapless dress that rather alluringly hugged her breasts and silver heels that accentuated her wonderfully sculpted legs. The woman on the right wore her hair down. She was in a sizzling backless red number that ended just above her thigh.









Spike decided to amuse himself a little, letting a hand run up and down the leg of the older woman, though his other hand continued to gently stroke the small of the back of the younger blonde, letting her know that his attention wasn’t completely diverted.









“You’re so sexy love,” Spike declared, bending down to kiss her thigh. Spike loved the fact that at 35, Buffy was sexier than she had ever been. Buffy said nothing, just closed her eyes and rested against the comfortable headrest. Spike smiled when he noted that her breathing turned heavy. The fact that he could arouse her still brought him pleasure. Spike brought his face to hers. “Open your eyes,” he commanded. She obeyed. Spike smiled, then pressed a soft kiss to her lips. He’s the devil, Buffy reminded herself, even as he parted her lips with his own, then licked her tongue. And Buffy lost herself in that kiss, wanting to forget how utterly fucked up things were and how much worse they could get. She wanted to forget.









When the kiss deepened, the other blonde cleared her throat, which broke the spell of the moment. Spike ended the kiss, licked his lips, savouring the taste of his love, and shot her a look that said later. Buffy nodded her head slightly, then stared out the window, watching the buildings go by. Spike turned to the other blonde, who was giving him a baleful stare. “Come here sweetling,” he said. She shook her head. Spike held out his hand and after a moment of defiance she obeyed.









She was such a sweet little thing at 19, Spike thought as she sidled upto him. So young. So fresh faced. So eager to please. So goddamn ripe for the plucking. Spike knew he would burn in hell for that last thought, but he figured he was heading there anyway, so he might as well go out with a bang. Buffy said nothing. After a few years of being a wife to a ‘wealthy businessman,’ she knew better than to say anything. So she just focused idly on the dark and narrow streets. But she couldn’t help but sneak a glance. Dawn had slung an arm around Spike’s shoulders, and was wiggling as Spike maneuvered her into sitting across his lap. Buffy forced herself to look away, her heart hammering in her chest.









I’m just being paranoid. I’m just being paranoid.









“Had fun tonight kitten?” Spike asked her gently, his hand still firmly on the small of her back, his thumb making circles. “Uh-huh,” Dawn said, playing with Spike’s carefully gelled curls. “Did you?” she asked




Spike chuckled, “Couldn’t sweets. Had to work.”




“You’re no fun at all,” she replied.




Spike smirked. “Can’t help that now can I? Gotta work so that I can keep my girls in the finest.”




He took Buffy’s hand at that and pressed it to his lips. Buffy looked at him, then put on a forced smile, the looked away.




“Pig,” Dawn teased.




“Oi,” he protested, “gimme my credit cards back.”




“Not a chance,” she said.









Dawn bent down to whisper something in Spike’s ear, which made them both laugh.




“Buffy,” Spike said languidly. “Mmmmm,” she responded in a non-committal manner, still not looking. She couldn’t bear to look. “Dawn has something to say.” A moment of silence passed as Dawn cleared her throat. “I want Spike……..” she declared haughtily. Buffy snapped her head around. She felt as if she’d been slapped. She would not be disrespected by Dawn in this way, no matter what the cost. “To take me to Xoros tonight,” Dawn added mischievously.









Buffy swallowed her anger, knowing that she had almost blown it. She needed to tread carefully. “It’s late,” she said quietly. “She’s right kitten,” Spike concurred, which took her by surprise. “Wouldn’t you rather be in a nice warm bed?” he asked, all innocence, as his hand stroked her knee. Dawn leveled Spike with a knowing look, as if to say ‘who are you kidding mister?’ Buffy turned her attention back to the pathetic skyline.









Whose bed? she thought, then pushed it out of her mind. I’m just being paranoid, she chanted, like a mantra.









“Home,” Spike decided finally, buzzing the driver. Dawn frowned, poking him in the chest. “Meanie.”




Spike chuckled. “I’ll make it upto you love. I promise.”




“Your loss,” Dawn said, crossing her arms. “I had something special planned.”




“Really?” Spike chuckled. “Uh-huh,” Dawn said, wiggling in his lap.




“Too bad you’ll never know.”




Spike sighed, kissing her on the shoulder. “Fraid so.”









A short while later the car pulled into the gated estate, followed by another two cars that had been tailing them discreetly. The neatly manicured lawns, koi ponds, gazebos and man made fountains were a stunning sight, somewhat marred by the security team that was manning the detail. The trio disembarked. Spike took them both gently by the waist and led them up the mansion steps until they came to the staircase.









“Go upstairs love,” Spike told Buffy, kissing her forehead gently, as he guided her up the steps. “I’ll be up in a bit.” Dawn hung off his arm, feigning an utterly bored look, but her manner screamed possessiveness. Buffy wanted to say so many things just then. She wanted to slap him, scream at him, break everything in sight, rage at him, make him fall to his knees and tell her he loved her and only her. She wanted to tell him that she hated him that coming to his home six years ago had been a mistake. But she didn’t. She couldn’t. “Okay,” she said finally, climbing up the staircase.









“Night mom,” Dawn said, her voice containing more than just a hint of mockery. Buffy turned around and looked at them. Her husband and their step-daughter, standing side by side. Or was it her step-daughter and her lover, who just happened to be Buffy's husband? She was afraid to ask. As usual Spike’s face betrayed nothing. In his many years of ‘business’ he had cultivated an impenetrable mask that gave nothing way. So Buffy looked at her Dawn, who had a triumphant look on her face.









I win, her green eyes seemed to say. I win.

















Chapter 2


Six years ago…....









“We haven’t been invited to the mayor’s victory speech,” Wesley said, sitting back on the leather couch. Spike glanced at his cousin, his advisor and best friend from behind his mahogany desk.




“He’s smarter than he looks, I’ll give him that,” Spike said chuckling.




“You’d think he show some gratitude to his biggest donor,” Wesley said, adjusting his spectacles. Spike smirked. He wasn’t used to seeing his stiff cousin so worked up.




“It’s called plausible deniability Wes,” Spike said. “Or didn’t they teach you that at law school?”




Spike grinned at the look on Wesley’s face. He was always sensitive about the outrageous amount of money his family had spent putting him through college. Spike on the other hand, had dropped out when he was 17. He really didn’t have time for school. His father was dying and the other families were trying to hone in on his business. William ‘the bloody’ had put a stop to all that. Sometimes he missed the violence. Things were all so respectable these days. Being a mob boss wasn’t as much fun anymore.









“Yes Spike. Thank you for boiling three years of Oxford into one pithy sentence. As ever, your brilliant legal mind overwhelms me.”




Wesley was the only one who could have ever spoken to him that way. And they both knew it.




“Shut up you git.”




“Spike……”




“Enough Wes,” Spike said in a firm voice, rubbing his head. “I don’t care about being invited to the sodding victory speech. I care about the building permits and the judges going easy on our boys.”









Spike removed his jacket and unknotted his tie, then glanced at Wesley, who was now frowning. “Make sure he doesn’t forget our…..friendship,” he said carefully.




Wesley smiled. That was more like it.




“What did you have in mind?”




“Wilkins frequents one of our clubs doesn’t he?”




Wesley understood what Spike was saying.




“I’ll deliver the pictures in person.”









“You just wanna see the look on his face don’t you?”




Wesley chuckled. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”




“Anything else?” Spike said, now entirely bored.




“Lot’s,” Wesley said sighing.




“You’ll figure it out,” Spike said, rising from his seat. “That’s why I pay you the big bucks.”




“I just gave myself a raise,” Wesley said dryly, picking up a large file and shuffling through the papers as Spike walked out of his den.




“Give Buffy my love,” Wesley called after him.




“I was planning on giving her mine,” Spike said, looking back as Wesley flipped him the bird, not even bothering to look up from the file.









Spike reached his room and tried the knob. Locked. He knew what that meant. Spike looked around to ensure no-one was passing by, then withdrew a key from his pants, unlocked the door and let himself in.









Buffy was lying across the bed on her belly, reading a magazine.




Stark bollocks naked, Spike noted as he locked the door behind him, his eyes running down her back, all the way to her lovely bottom, his erection throbbing. Buffy looked at his reflection in the mirror opposite her bed and got back to her magazine.









Spike removed his shirt and unbuckled his pants, mentally congratulating himself at the positioning of the mirror.









“Buffy?” he said. No response. So he stripped off and quickly moved up the bed until his legs were either side of her. “What are you doing?” she said suddenly, giving him a glare in the mirror. “Just what it looks like,” he whispered in her ear. “Gonna fuck my sweet sweet wife.” Spike ran his dick across the cleft of her ass, winking at her in the mirror. She bit her lip to keep from moaning. He smiled when he saw that.









“Lift up kitten,” Spike whispered gently, kissing her shoulder. She shook her head. “Buffy,” he said, trying to cajole her. “I was busy sweetness.”




“I don’t care,” she said, looking back down. Spike sighed. He had no patience for this. Buffy gasped when she felt his palm swat her ass. She looked up in outrage to find him smirking. It hadn’t hurt. Actually it felt rather good. But she was damned if she’d tell him that.




“You’re so dead,” she said, her eyes narrowing.




“M afraid it’ll have to wait,” Spike said casually, delivering another spank.




“Spike!!!!!!” she exclaimed, her cheeks flushing with colour.




“Such a pretty shade of red,” Spike chuckled, looking down. “If only you could see.”




“I do see,” she said which made him frown in confusion. She looked at him, “an ass, that is.”




He looked down dismissively. “I prefer yours. Now get on your knees.”




She gave him another glare, but obeyed. Spike’s cock prodded her entrance, his head slipping against her wetness, which made her hiss.




“You’re so wet love,” Spike cooed in her ear. “Should spank you more often. Save myself the trouble of foreplay.”




“Nuh-uh,” she denied.




“Tell me you love it,” he demanded, reaching around to fondle her breasts, as he slid inside her, groaning at the warmth, then began thrusting his hips quickly.




“Don’t…...love it..” she managed to gasp, somehow.




“You love it,” Spike said, his voice rasping, as he tweaked her nipples with his thumb and forefinger.




“No….” she moaned more forcefully. Spike saw the defiance in her eyes and slowed himself down, reducing the force of his thrusts until he had almost completely stopped.




“Tell me you love it,” he demanded, holding onto her hip, thrusting just once.




“Ohhhhhhh……” she mewled. Even in her state she was furious. She couldn’t believe he was doing this after making her wait all evening. The bastard. She was so gonna kill him afterwards.




Spike thrust again. Harder. Just once. This time, they both moaned. Spike knew she was on the edge. Problem was so was he. They both couldn’t take much more of this.




“Buffy,” Spike warned, gritting his teeth.




“Spike,” she hissed through her teeth, trying to thrust back desperately to get off. Spike was having none of it though. He held onto her, making sure she couldn’t get off. Spike gave a mini thrust, which made her almost weep in ecstasy.




“I love you spanking me,” she ground out. “I love you fucking me. I love you, you bastard. Now, fuck me or I’m going to strangle you in your sleep,” she hissed.




And that was all he needed to hear. Spike began thrusting again in earnest, his hands making marks on her hips. Buffy felt her body hum as she rapidly built up to orgasm. “Gonna….gonna”




Spike doubled his efforts, fucking her harder and harder until he heard her wail in ecstasy. He couldn’t stop to let her savour it though, he needed his own too much. Three thrusts later he let go, spilling himself inside her as he fell forward, covering her body with his.









Spike kissed her shoulder gently as they just lay there, then realized he was probably crushing her with his weight. He rolled off her and onto his back, but his arm pulled her to him. Buffy snuggled up against his chest, and both of them just lay there, not talking, just enjoying the feel of each other.




“I bloody love soundproofing,” Spike muttered. Buffy said nothing, just casually reached over his body to grab a pillow and used it to smack him in the head. Spike chuckled, tossing away the pillow and touching her face, bringing it down for a gentle kiss.




“I love you,” he whispered.




“I hate you,” she responded, but her voice said otherwise.




Spike sighed. “Still love you.”




“Still hate you,” Buffy muttered, but began kissing his chest. Spike grinned, staring at the ceiling as she licked all the way down his chest until she had settled in between his legs. Spike waited for a few seconds, but when she did nothing he looked down.




“Tell me you love it,” she demanded, looking up at him, with a cocky smile on her face, her lips hovering above his dick. “Damn right,” Spike smirked. Time for round two.









“Spike,” Buffy said, stroking her husband’s hair as they lay in bed together much later, her voice still raspy. “I want children.”




“The doctors say I can’t have kids Buffy,” Spike said in a flat monotone, resting his head against her stomach. “You know that.”




“I know,” she said, touching his face, hearing the hurt in his voice.




“But we can always adopt,” she suggested gently.









“Where is this coming from?” Spike asked bewildered, sitting up and turning away from her. “Suddenly you and me isn’t enough?”




She hugged him from behind, kissing his shoulders, needing to make him understand.




“I need to give myself to someone.”




“What about me?” he asked sullenly.




“You have me,” she argued. “But I need something more than




just…shopping and travelling.”









"And work?" he asked.




"I could use a break," she admitted and he shook his head wearily.




“Buffy,” he began to say, but she quickly cut him off.




“We always said we’d think about it someday, remember?”




Spike sighed. Apparently that day was here. Spike had no problem with kids, he just didn’t think he’d be a very good father, considering his own fucked up childhood. But he knew he couldn’t deny Buffy anything.




“Are you sure this is what you want?” Spike asked her, looking back at her.




“Yes,” Buffy said firmly. Spike looked at her for the longest time.




“I’ll take care of it,” he said finally, kissing her on the forehead.




“Thank you,” she whispered softly.




She had no idea what she was in for.




Neither of them did.







Present day......





Spike watched Buffy disappear up the stairs then turned to the young blonde, who was distracted by her Iphone.


“You promised you’d be nice this evening,” he chastized, his eyes narrowing, even as he locked arms with her.


“I wasn’t?” she asked, cozying up to him, enjoying when his hand curled around her waist.


He shook his head, “you know you weren’t.”


“What can I say?” Dawn said, looking him straight in the eye. “I guess I’m just a bad girl.”


“Minx,” he said, chuckling as they both walked through the main hall. They fell into silence as they walked past the library, the lower den and the game room until they came to her room.





“Goodnight luv,” Spike said, struggling to keep his voice even. Dawn steadied herself. She’d wanted this forever. This was it. This was her chance. He had sent her away. “Come inside and it will be,” she said flirtatiously, her lips curling up in a smile, tilting her head down and then looking up at him, tossing her hair over her shoulders. Spike found his heart thumping in his chest. He’d been fantasizing about this for some time as well. Suddenly one day, he had found his ‘lil bit’ all grown up. He hadn’t wanted to admit it, but she had grown into a beautiful woman.





“Dawn,” he said firmly, shaking his head.


“What?” she said, touching his shirt with her finger.


“You bloody well know what,” he growled. “Don’t play games.”


“You’re the one playing games,” she scoffed, “I know exactly what I want.”


“And what you want,” she said, leaning back against the wall, giving him a practiced look.





Spike looked at her. Shining blue eyes, luscious lips, silky blonde hair, full, firm breasts and a magnificent ass. Spike had always had a thing for blondes, and she had the sweetest 19 year old body he’d ever seen. She was everything he knew he shouldn’t want. She was his fucking step daughter for Christ’s sake. But he did. He hated himself right now. Hated his weakness. Hated what he was doing. But he was also enjoying the thrill of it, a thrill he hadn’t felt in years. Spike almost growled in frustration.


“Which would be bloody wrong,” he retorted. “We both know it.”


“I won’t tell” she said, mischievously, biting her lip.


“She never has to know.”


“She’d know,” Spike argued.


“So?” Dawn said dismissively, “You’ve had other women.”


Spike exhaled heavily. “This is different.”


Dawn scowled. “A piece of paper doesn’t make her my mother Spike. And it sure as hell doesn’t make you my father. ”





“I know,” he whispered, “but…”


“But you can be my Daddy,” she added, smiling slyly, touching his chest lightly. Spike said nothing, just bewildered.


“Don’t you love me Daddy?” she said in a little girl voice, widening her eyes.


Spike’s pupils dilated. He exhaled heavily and his nostrils flared as he flexed his hand. Dawn grinned. Thank you Cosmo.


“Don’t,” he said, deadly serious now.


Dawn held back a laugh and decided she was having just too much fun not to tease him a little more.


“I can go upstairs Daddy” she said, putting her hands behind her back, enjoying the tortured look on his face. “Ask Mommy if it’s okay for us to play.”


“Christ,” Spike swore, running a hand through his hair, wanting to smash his fist through the wall.


“Maybe she can join us,” Dawn suggested, her eyes shining with laughter. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you Daddy? To play with me and mommy?”





Spike almost shot his load, like some nancy schoolboy, when his brain flashed him the image of the three of them in bed together. “You’re playing with fire little girl,” Spike whispered, threateningly, leaning over her. “Gonna get burnt.”





Dawn smiled. “So let’s burn,” she whispered, sliding backwards and through the open door, casually shrugging the dress off her shoulders. Spike found himself breathless as Dawn just stood there with a hand on her hips, in just a lacy red bra and a matching thong. She looked like a fallen angel, sent to tempt him into hell. Gods forgive me, Spike thought wearily, closing the door behind him. Forgive me, because if I do this, Buffy sure as hell won’t.

Buffy walked down the hallway, in her blue nightgown, her bare feet stinging cold against the marble. She could feel her heart beating wildly. Her eyes felt as if she was seeing through a haze. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this, but she just couldn’t stop herself. She found herself staring at Dawn’s door. Her hand shook as she reached for the knob, trying to turn it as gently as she could. It was locked. She bit her lip, wringing her hands, nodding her head until she came to a decision. She reached into her pocket for the manor masterkey. She managed to slip it in on the second attempt and turned it, her eyes widening at the clear clicking sound. She took a deep breath, and opened the door as quietly as she could and slipped in.



She heard before she saw. Heard frantic voices crash and roll against each other, like waves against a cliff face. Spike was sitting upright on the edge of the bed towards the other side of the room, his back to hers. Buffy looked around for Dawn, when suddenly she heard Spike curse. She took a step closer and saw a Dawn’s blonde head bob up and down in Spike’s lap.



“Ride me,” she heard him order gruffly, a few seconds later, pulling Dawn to her feet and into his lap. The blonde lotused Spike’s waist and slid down his cock. Dawn brought Spike’s head down, allowing him to feast on her breasts, then began bouncing up and down, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. Spike turned them around, placing Dawn in the middle of the bed and began desperately thrusting into her, making her whine. Spike kissed her roughly as roughly as he took her, his tongue and mouth silencing Dawn. They fucked harder and harder and suddenly Dawn screamed.



“Buffy!!!!!!!” Dawn screamed. And again, this time softer, but in a male voice. And then Buffy opened her eyes to find her husband lying behind her, his hand on her shoulder. “Buffy,” he whispered, his eyes dark with lust. He smelled freshly scrubbed and clean, his hair still damp, from a bath. “Uhhhh,” she whispered, gasping when she felt his fingers slide inside her.

“You’re so wet love,” Spike smirked, bringing his mouth down to her neck. “Havin’ sweet dreams kitten?” he whispered in her ear, undoing her nightgown to expose her breasts to his hand.



Buffy shook. It was a nightmare. A nightmare, she thought frantically. Spike mistook her reaction for ardor and slipped his mouth over hers. Buffy let him kiss away the bad thoughts. But a small part of her noted that he’d showered and brushed his teeth before he came to bed.



Six years ago….



“I don’t understand,” Buffy said, lounging on the couch. “How the hell could it take four years for us to get a baby?”

Wesley, who was sitting next to her, touched her shoulder. “That’s how the system works Buffy. It takes time.”

“Four years???????” Buffy said incredulously.

“Are you sure about this Wes?” Spike said, from behind the desk in his den.

“Quite,” Wesley said curtly. The one thing he couldn’t stand was being told he wasn’t doing his job properly. It offended him immensely.

“There isn’t anyone we can…….talk to?” Spike asked. “Any favours we can call in?”

“I’m afraid not.”

“So what do we do?” Buffy asked, biting her lip.

“We put your names down. And then we wait,” Wesley said.

Spike rose, walking over to the couch and kneeling.

“Let’s do that then” he said, taking his wife’s hand in his.

“Kay,” Buffy whispered, looking away, disappointed.



Wesley shifted uncomfortably. “There is……perhaps….another……avenue.”

Buffy glanced at Wesley curiously then exchanged a mystified look with her husband.

Wesley took a long pause.

“If you were willing to accept…….an older child perhaps…”

“How much older?” Buffy asked.

“Well that depends…..but if you said you would be…amenable……to welcoming an older child in your home…..a few months perhaps.”

“A few months?” Buffy said, confused.

“Older children are…….how shall I put this…more…available.”

“Oh,” Buffy said.



“We’ll have to discuss this,” Spike said, and Wesley knew what that meant. “By all means,” he said, gathering his things.

“Wesley,” Buffy said, looking up at him. “Thank you.”

He smiled down at her kindly, nodded to his cousin and left.



“Let’s just wait,” Spike said.

“I can’t wait the four years Spike,” Buffy said sullenly.

Spike sighed. “How about we go down to the hospital and just steal a sodding baby?”

Buffy smacked him on the shoulder, but she couldn’t hold back a giggle. “Stop that.”



“So….what do you wanna do?” Spike asked, after a long moment..

“Let’s do it,” Buffy said quickly.

“Are you sure?” Spike asked and his wife nodded.

“Okay,” Spike said, kissing her on the forehead.



Three months later…



“They’re here,” Wesley said, knocking on the bedroom door. “Be right out,” Buffy called. She looked at herself in the mirror. She was in a long flowing yellow dress that she deemed mom appropriate. “You look lovely,” Spike said, kissing her on the shoulder.

She looked him over critically. “Button up,” she said, pointing at his shirt.

“Yes ma’am.”



They took each other by the hand and walked out of the room and down the staircase. Spike felt her nails digging into his hand, but he said nothing. Their social worker and a skinny girl were sitting on the couch. The girl looked to be about twelve years old, wide eyed and her legs swinging off the floor.



When they saw the couple approach, the woman got to her feet, gently nudged the girl, who stood up at once, smoothening her clothes. As they came closer, Spike felt his hand being squeezed even tighter by his wife.



“Hello Buffy,” the woman said kindly. “William.”

“Mrs Calendar,” Spike said, nodding his head.

“This is Dawn.”

She turned to Dawn. “Dawn, say hello to the Pratts.”

“Hello,” the girl said, shyly, looking at the ground.

Buffy took the girl’s hand. “Hi Dawn,” she said, “I’m Buffy. And this is Sp….William.”

“Hello sweetheart,” Spike said kindly. Dawn looked up at him with wide eyes then looked back at the ground.

“Don’t be afraid love. This is gonna be your home now. Buffy and I are gonna take care of you.”



“Okay,” the girl said, staring at the floor.

“Why don’t we go see your room?” Buffy asked.

“I have my own room?” the girl said, her eyes lighting up.

Buffy laughed. “Is that a yes?”

Dawn nodded and Buffy locked arms with her.

“Have fun,” Spike said, calling after them. Dawn and Buffy just looked back at him and smiled.



“I think Dawn has a crush on you,” Buffy giggled, closing the bedroom door. Spike looked up from Wesley’s deathly dull analysis of the Pratt family’s financial holdings. He rubbed his eyes, once again thankful for his cousin’s penchant for the boring side of ‘the family business.’ Spike smiled at his wife, enjoying her good mood. She seemed genuinely happy. The comment about Dawn barely registered.

“Where is she?” Spike asked.

“I gave her dinner and put her to bed early,” Buffy said, plonking down next to him. “We have a big day of shopping tomorrow.”

Spike smiled softly, touching her face. “You look happy love.”

Buffy smiled, “I am. I really am. I know it’s not exactly wanted. But…it’s nice. It’s like having a little me.”

Spike chuckled. “A little bitty Buffy. God help me.”



Present day…….



God help me Spike thought, turning the knob twice, springing the lock into place loudly, underlining the solemnity of what they were about to do. Dawn shivered when he turned to look at her, his eyes dark with lust.



This is really happening. This isn’t a dream.



Spike quickly tossed away his shirt, showing his perfectly sculpted upper body, which made Dawn smile appreciatively even as she remembered the incident a few months ago, which had set this all off. Spike had come down the pool to find it already occupied.



“Hello ladies,” Spike said, standing over the pool in just his swim trunks. Janice and Dawn were frolicking in the pool.

“Hi Spike,” Dawn said quickly. Janice raised a brow at her friend. “Janice, this is Spike. My stepdad.”

Janice looked up at Spike, smiling broadly.

“Dawn never told me you were such a total hottie Mr Pratt” she said, coming up to the ledge and eyeing Spike lustily as she toyed with the string on her red bikini.

“Janice!!!!” Dawn hissed, her cheeks flushing. “Shut up.”



Spike chuckled. “Don’t worry lil bit. I don’t scare easy.” He looked at Janice, “And Dawn never told me her friend was such a…..beautiful young lady,” he said carefully.

“Wanna join us Mr Pratt?” Janice asked, biting her lip, “there’s plenty of room.”

Spike raised a brow, looking at Dawn. “We were just leaving,” Dawn said, shooting a pointed look at him, elbowing her friend in the side. “Come on,” she said.

“Suit yourselves,” Spike said.

“You can go if you want,” Janice told her friend.

“You don’t mind if I soak up the sun do you?” she asked Spike flirtatiously, staring at his muscular chest.

“Can’t say I do,” Spike said, already halfway into the pool.

The girls exited the pool and Dawn quickly picked up a towel, wrapping it around her blue bikini. Janice sat back on the chair, her eyes never leaving Mr Pratt, who was now doing laps of the pool.

“You’re drooling,” Dawn said wryly, shaking her head and picking up a magazine.

“Dawn, you’re my best friend” Janice said seriously, adjusting her bikini to show as much breast as she possibly could, “But that won’t stop me from fucking your step-dad. In fact, I think it’s a turn on.”

Dawn laughed incredulously, “You’re such a ginormous whore.”

“Jealous?????” Janice teased, which made Dawn scoff,

“As if.”

“Fine,” Janice said, “Then I’m going to take my top off.”

Dawn scowled. “Don’t you dare.”

“Why?” Janice said, enjoying her friend’s apparent discomfort. “It’s not like you care.”

“I don’t care,” Dawn said, gritting her teeth and Janice undid her top, tossing it aside.

“Oh Mr Pratt,” Janice yelled, drawing his attention. Dawn panicked, throwing her towel over Janice as Spike swam over.

“What is it?” Spike asked, wiping the water off his face with his hand.

“Dawn wants to know if you like her new bikini?” Janice suggested coyly, hugging the towel to herself. Dawn blushed when Spike looked at her. She knew if she tried to cover up, it would only make things worse. She tried to feign nonchalance but when Spike’s eyes linger on her for a moment longer than appropriate, she felt goosepimples emerge on her flesh.

“I like it just fine,” he said, before he swam away.



Janice burst out laughing and Dawn turned to her with a deadly look on her face. “I’m going to kill you.”

Janice grinned getting to her feet, tying the bath towel around her tightly. “You’ll have to catch me first.”

Dawn lunged at her, but Janice was prepared. She ducked and dodged as Dawn gave chase, into the house, up the stairs and into Dawn’s room.

Dawn pushed Janice onto the bed, wrestling with her and until she squealed and screamed for mercy.

“Crazy bitch,” Dawn said panting, shaking her head as she let up. Janice’s body shook with laughter.



“You so want him,” Janice said, lying on her back, gasping. “I can’t wait to tell everyone that little miss perfect has it bad for her step-daddy,” she added wickedly.

Dawn gasped. “You wouldn’t.”

Janice smiled, “Gotcha.”

Dawn’s face turned serious. “Janice…..….”

Janice sighed, “As if I’d ever tell anyone.”

“There’s nothing to tell,” Dawn insisted. “I don’t want Spike.”

“Tell that to Mr and Mrs pointy,” Janice said, pointing towards Dawn’s nipples.

“The water was cold,” Dawn said huffily, folding her arms over her chest.

“Fine,” Janice said. “Don’t admit it to me. Just yourself.”



Dawn bit her lip. “Spike still thinks of me as a little girl. And he always will.”

Janice grinned. “Nuh-uh. I saw the look on his face. He wants you. Bad.”

“He’s my stepfather,” Dawn said, almost as if she were trying to convince herself.

“That’s why it’s so hot,” Janice giggled, wiggling her eyebrows.

“I don’t wanna talk about this anymore,” Dawn said firmly. “Ever.”

Janice smiled knowingly, “You should know. When you call to tell me you totally did the nasty with your stepdad. I’m going to say ‘I told you so. Ya big ho.’”

“God, you’re such a perv!!!!!” Dawn exclaimed, “Why are we even friends?”

“I’m not the one in luuuuuuuuuuuuvvvvvvvvvvvv with my step-daddy” Janice teased and Dawn made a sour face at her.

“When you make your move, use the daddy thing,” Janice suggested which made Dawn goggle.

“Read it in Cosmo,” Janice said flippantly. “Gets older guys hot.”



Call…..Janice….tomorrow…. Dawn thought mindlessly even as she felt Spike’s soft hands curl around her waist and pull her into a searing kiss.

Chapter 3

Spike was lost at the first taste of her. Bleedin delicious, he thought, careful to use only his lips, not wanting to overwhelm her. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god, Dawn thought frantically as their mouths met over and over and over again. When his lungs cried for air, Spike lifted her chin, peppering her neck with kisses. His fingers caressed her waist, taking her buttery soft skin between his fingers, rubbing and pinching it.

Then he let his hands grasp the nineteen year old ass on offer, growling when she hummed as he kneaded the young flesh. He made a mental note to get his assistant to send flowers to Dawn’s personal trainer. Whatever her name was. Worth every goddamn penny. “Uhh,” she ground out, when his tongue lapped the salty sweat of her neck, picking her up and gently placing her on the bed.

“Open your mouth sweetness,” Spike said, cupping her chin, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, even as his magic fingers worked the small of her back. “Daddy wants a taste.” A shiver ran through her body, which made Spike chuckle. So she liked the daddy game too, he thought. Interesting.
Dawn surprised him by pulling his mouth down to her and sticking her tongue inside his mouth. Spike would have chuckled if he could. But sucking on his step-daughter’s tongue seemed like a more enjoyable. So he did, bidding his expert tongue to combat her over eager one and bring her to her knees. Metaphorically. But that train of thought led to the image of that pretty little mouth wrapped around his dick, which made him growl and thrust into her, making her bite his mouth with her teeth.

He looked into her eyes, as she gnawed on his lip, unsnapping her bra, then throwing each strap off her shoulder. She shuddered when he tossed it over his shoulder, bearing her breasts to him. He looked down, surveying her breasts unabashedly, then ran his hands over them, stroking and weighing them. They were perfectly golden, perhaps from all the sunning she’d been doing lately. Her nipples were dark pink and erect and simply aching to be plucked. They were bigger than Bu….

“Spike….” Dawn whispered. “Please.”
How could he refuse? So he stole a quick kiss from her glossy lips, then buried himself in her bosom, taking an erect nipple into his mouth, sucking on it languidly.
“Such sweet titties,” Spike rasped, kissing the swell of her breasts. His hands moving to her arse once again, touching and stroking, as he shook his head at having denied himself for so long. He had spent months pretending that he didn’t want this. That he didn’t want her. He’d even shagged a few blondes and pretended they were Dawn. But it hadn’t slaked his thirst for her. Not even close.

“Spike,” Dawn gasped, pulling his head up to hers. “Need you,” she said, her eyes flashing. Spike grinned, shaking off her hands to sit up and unbuckle his pants, teasing an ample breast with his mouth. He lifted up her panties, slipping a finger inside her quim, using the other hand to try to free himself of his confines. Suddenly, he stopped. His eyes widened as his fingers encountered the unmistakable barrier.

Jesus fucking Christ.

“Spike,” Dawn moaned, fixing her eyes on him. “Hurry up.”
“Dawn,” Spike whispered, deadly quiet, looking up. “You didn’t tell me…”
She blushed. Somehow.
“I’ve……been…..saving it.”
Spike’s eyes flashed dangerously. The thought of taking her virginity was intoxicating enough to make him want to slam himself inside her, foreplay be damned. But….
“Jesus….” he hissed.
“I want you to be my first,” she whispered.
Spike just stared at her.
“I want you inside me,” she demanded, her voice gruff. “And don’t you dare say no.”
He sighed,“I’m not saying no.”
“So what are you saying?” Dawn said breathlessly, looking into his eyes.
“I’m saying,” he whispered, “Your first time. Should be special.”
“Like how?” Dawn said, biting his chin provocatively.
“I have a few ideas,” he rumbled, his mind returning to the image of the three of them in bed together. Oh that would be special. But not exactly what Dawn had in mind.
“But none of them involve tonight.”
He extricated himself from her, allowing her to wrap herself in the sheets sullenly.
“You’re going upstairs,” Dawn said, watching him dress.
It wasn’t really a question. Where else could he go?
“Are you going to fuck her?” she snipped.
Spike ignored the snide comment for a few moments.
“Stupid bitch,” Dawn muttered.
“Why do you hate her so much?” he asked exasperated, pulling on his shirt and buckling his pants. Dawn looked away. She’d got her answer.
“Why do you?” Dawn retorted.
Spike winced, reminded once again of how young she was.
“I don’t hate her Dawn. Buffy and I……..have an understanding.”

And they did. Buffy had long since made peace with the fact that Spike had other women. It had bothered her, at first, but then she they had accepted it. It was the price she had to pay for being ‘the wife.’ Not that she liked it. But in the end, the only thing she demanded was that Spike be discreet. Out of sight, out of mind. And that he always find his way home. But he knew that understanding certainly didn’t include shagging their step-daughter in their own house.

“I don’t hate her either,” Dawn admitted. “I just….”
I just want you. Wanted you since…..

“I should go,” he said finally.
“Wait,” Dawn said, clutching his hand.
“What?” Spike asked.

Do what Janice would do.

“You took me dinner and dancing,” Dawn said, “and I…. owe you a kiss goodnight.” She set herself at the edge of the bed, then unbuckled his pants with a boldness she had to feign. Her shaking hands betrayed her. “Dawn,” Spike whispered heatedly, but the truth was he just didn’t want to try to stop her. Taking her virginity was one thing, but this? No, he wouldn’t deny himself this. So he let her unzip and unbuckle until she rolled his pants all the way down.

Oh Mommy’s a lucky bitch, Dawn thought nastily, her eyes widening. Her mouth watered at the sight of her stepfather’s magnificent ten inch cock, even as she remembered tried to remember what Janice said about giving head. Go slow and relax the throat.

Spike meanwhile drew up her locks over her head, eager to watch. Spike growled as she kissed his cockhead. He could swear she was smiling when she sucked his tip the tip with her glossy pink lips, her big blue eyes wide.

Spike closed his eyes for a moment, trying not to spill himself all over her pretty face, when suddenly he felt…. nothing. He looked down to see her wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and wrapping herself in the sheets.
“Night daddy,” she said, laying back on the bed and fixing him with a seductive stare.

Why you little minx, Spike thought to himself, restraining himself from saying “fuck it” and pouncing on her. That’s just what she wanted. No, as much as he wanted to, he wouldn’t. When it happened, it’d be on his terms. So he reached for his pants, noting the disappointment in her eyes.

“Night,” Spike said, after he had pulled his clothes on and given her one last look. Dawn sighed, reaching for the phone. She needed to call Janice.

Spike climbed the stairs, entered the room and headed straight for the bathroom, trying to scrub everything off. It amazed him that he felt no guilt at what he had done. By the time he was done, he had expected his erection to go away, but it hadn’t. And he’d never been much for self satisfaction. So he climbed into his bed and touched his wife on the shoulder.

“Have you decided about college?”
Buffy asked, breaking the silence.

Buffy had decided that she was just being paranoid. In the light of day, the idea of Spike and Dawn seemed too ridiculous to even contemplate. Sure, her husband had ‘dalliances’ outside the marriage from time to time. She wasn’t happy about it, but she’d managed to separate that part of his life from theirs. And so had Spike.

He’d never jeopardize that. Never. And Dawn would never do that to her. She had to believe that.

Since Dawn had come into their home, they’d always been close. They’d spent a lot of time together, watching movies, going out, laughing. Just doing normal things. Buffy had felt like she had a friend. At least until last year. Then, something had changed. Something she couldn’t understand.

Dawn looked up from her plate, playing with her fork and spoon. She was barely eating the expensive french food.

“Yeah,” she said. “I have.”

Buffy took a deep breath. God knows she was trying. She had insisted that she take Dawn out shopping and then to lunch. Try to spend some time together and get their relationship back on track. Dawn had responded by an infuriating quirky smile and a shrug of the shoulders.

“And?” Buffy said.
“I’m not sure that….education is for me,” Dawn said.
Buffy goggled at her.
“You……don’t wanna go to college?”
“I don’t see the point” Dawn shrugged.

“To….to get an education,” Buffy said. “To meet new people. Experience new things.”
“And that helps me find a hot rich guy how?” Dawn quipped.
“That’s the plan huh,” Buffy snorted, laughing heartily.

“It worked for you,” Dawn said, sounding bored.
“You really moved up.”
Buffy paused. An alarm went off in her head.
“What do you mean?” she said carefully.

She knows. How could she know? She can't know. Oh god she knows.

“Dawn,” Buffy said, her eyebrows raised, “I don't know what you think you know but....”

“I'm sorry,” Dawn said, interrupting her step mother, brushing her hair off her shoulders.

That completely threw Buffy.
What?

“I know I've ...been......”
“Bitchy,” Buffy said, folding her arms.
“Yeah,” Dawn said, looking a bit embarrassed.

Buffy took a deep breath calming down.
Dawn didn't know. How could she? She was just being Dawn.

“Why?” Buffy said. “We used to be so close. What changed?”

“Nothing,” Dawn said, leaning forward to take Buffy's hand in hers.

Everything.

“I'm just......”
“Bitchy?” Buffy suggested, as wry smile at her lips.
“I learnt from the best,” Dawn said, and both women broke into laughter.

“Can we be friends again?” Dawn asked.
“I’d like that,” Buffy said.

Dawn couldn’t believe how much effort it was taking her to sit here and smile at Buffy. She couldn’t believe that she had ever respected her. Gold digger, Dawn thought, smiling softly at Buffy. You don’t deserve Spike. He was just your meal ticket. To get you out of that dump. You don’t love him. But I do. And Spike loves me.

A few nights later….

“Buffy,” Spike said, as she lay besides him.
“I have to take a trip.”
She stiffened a little. He could feel her deflate.
“Where?” she asked.
“The Bahamas,” he said nonchalantly.
“It’s business. Something needs to be taken care off.”

Like the little minx living downstairs.

The last few days had been hell on Spike. Being so close to Dawn and not being able to have her. Restraint never was his best suit. Still, he couldn’t take the risk. Not with Buffy so close by. He knew from experience, that the only he’d get over ‘his thing’ for Dawn was by shagging her silly.
It’s just the way he was built. It never fails, he mused. Well, just once, he though, looking down at his wife. Just once.

“Why can’t you send Wesley?” Buffy asked, frowning.
“I would if I could,” Spike said, touching her face.
“Believe me.”

Not a chance.


“The Bahamas sound like fun,” Buffy said, smiling.
Spike sighed. “This isn’t a leisure trip kitten. These are dangerous people I’m dealing with. The kind you don’t introduce to family.”
“Oh,” Buffy said. He didn’t have to say much more.
It was business.
“I’m leaving tomorrow,” Spike said, kissing her head.
“Spike,” she said gently.
“What is it kitten?” he asked.
“Did you tell Dawn?” Buffy asked.
Spike froze at the mention of the object of his lustful thoughts.

“Eh?” Spike frowned.
“Tell Dawn what?”
“About me. About my past.”

“Course not,” Spike spluttered.
“Why would I do that?”
“I don't know,” Buffy said, chewing her lip.

“And why would you say that love?” Spike asked touching her chin.
“She…….said……I moved up,” Buffy muttered, which made Spike snort in laughter.
“Well you kinda did,” he pointed out.
In return she hit him with her favourite pillow.
“This is serious Spike,” Buffy stressed.
“Maybe this is why….”

Spike waggled his brows at her, telling her to finish her thought.
“Maybe this is why she doesn’t respect me anymore,” Buffy said.

“Of course she respects you,” Spike said placatingly.
Putting the moves on your husband. Oh yeah. R.E.S.P.E.C.T

“Candy,” he added with a sly smile.
“Spike!!!!!!!” Buffy said punching him on the shoulder. Hard.
“You swore never to call me that again. Ever.”

Spike laughed. “I think it suits you. Sweet as candy. Remember?”
Buffy blushed. “I needed the money okay. I was just……just….”
“Paying your way through college?” Spike chuckled. “I have to tell you pet. That’s highly unoriginal.”

“Spike you know I…….it wasn’t about the money.”
“Hey now,” Spike said, taking her into his arms, pulling her against his chest.
“I know that. I’ve always known that luv.”
“Good,” she said, snuggling against him.
“Or I’d have to kill you.”

Oh you still might, Spike thought.

Spike knew shagging Dawn would create complications afterwards. She was his fucking step-daughter for christs sakes. But he didn't care. Right now, he wasn't thinking with the right head. She's 19, he thought to himself yet again. I want it. She wants it. Gonna get it. Gonna get it all.

The next day…..

Dawn lay in her room, flipping through a magazine. Spike had left with just a cursory goodbye. Not that she expected any more. She wasn’t stupid. She knew they had to be discreet. When she heard a ‘ping’ she glanced at her phone. A message. She tapped on the screen to bring it up.

Let’s go somewhere. D

Her heart began to race. D. Daddy.

Where? When? she typed.

Somewhere ‘special.’

No, she typed on impulse.
No? came the response.

Dawn grinned. He was off balance. Good. She wanted to make him beg. You think it’s gonna be that easy?

You had your chance, she typed in. You blew it.

A few seconds of silence followed.

You’re the one who blew……my mind, came the reply.

Shut up she typed in, her face heating up at the memory. Perv, she added.

Let’s burn she said. Sexy minx in her lacy red underwear. Poor D. Never stood a chance. Need you baby.

Dawn smiled. She’d never felt so sexy. Or so damn dirty. Just the memory of it was making her hot. A thrill went through her. He said he needs me.

Where? she typed, with shaking hands.
Good girl, came the response. She could imagine him whispering that in her ear.
Bad girl, she texted back. But where?

My bad girl. Gonna set you straight.
Is that right? she typed in, smiling in amusement.
Damn right. Bad girls need to be disciplined. Making note of that now.

And bad girl’s daddies? she typed.
They get to have all sorts of fun, he replied. Disciplining their naughty girls. Over and over and over again.

Where?
That's a surprise. Thursday. Airport. 7 PM. No knickers.
Knickers?
Bra and Panties kitten. And don’t be late.
And if I am?
You'll get a good seeing to.
Old Perv.
Young enough to make you scream.
Promise?
Damn straight.
We’ll see. Bye D
Bye DD.

Dawn tossed her phone aside, smiling. She stood in front of the full length mirror, examining herself. On impulse, she stripped off her jeans and shirt and examined herself in the mirror.

She smiled a wry smile.

“Sexy and he knows it,” Dawn winked, appreciatively gazing at her full, firm breasts and her flat stomach.
She turned around then picked up her cellphone. She bit her lip, as if debating something with herself, then turned the camera on.

She sat on the bed, smiled for the camera, then began snapping pictures of herself, lying on her stomach, on her back, sitting on the bed in various poses. Then she clicked send. She could swear she heard a “bloody hell” and the sound of a phone dropping somewhere.

“I need a favour,” Dawn said as soon as Janice answered her cellphone.
“The word you’re looking for is hello,” her friend replied. “And please.”

Dawn took a breath.
Easy. You need Janice to make this work.
“I’m going to give you…..”

Three, six, nine thousand….

She paused to count the money she had withdrawn from the ATM using one of the many, many cards she was allowed. For her 17th birthday, Spike and Buffy had given her a seemingly bottomless account and a few cash cards. No questions asked. Buffy had seemed a little leery, but as always Spike had smoothed things over. All they had asked is that Dawn not go absolutely crazy. They had agreed that until she turned 18, Buffy would approve all major expenses. Theoretically. But Dawn knew that Buffy really didn’t have the time or the energy to devote herself to this. So she agreed to everything. The thought made her smile though. Using her stepdad’s cash to throw her stepmom off the trail. Somehow, it made things even hotter.

“Two thousand dollars,” Dawn finished.
She could hear Janice gasp on the other end.
“I’m totally hot for you right now,” Janice joked.
“Shut up,” Dawn said, smiling. “Prosti-tot.”

“What’s the catch?” Janice asked, examining her nails.
“We’re spending the weekend together,” Dawn said, making sure the door was locked.
“Driving down to parts unkown.”
“Awesome,” Janice shrieked, which made the tiny blonde wince.
“But I’m not going with you,” Dawn clarified said.

Janice frowned. “Say what?”
“Tomorrow you bring your car. Pick me up. Drop me off at the airport. I hand you the money. We both switch our cellphones off. All weekend.”
“Okay,” Janice said, puzzled.
“Monday morning, you pick me up at the airport. Drop me home.”

“But where will I go?” Janice whined.
“Wherever,” Dawn said. “Just….stay out of the L.A.”
“Dawn,” Janice frowned. “What’s going on babe?”

“It’s happening,” Dawn said. “With…him.”
Silence.
Dawn swallowed. Janice was her best friend and kind of a wild person, but perhaps this was too much, even for her.

“For real?” Janice asked, her voice hushed.
“Pretty much,” Dawn said.
“Dawn, I have to ask” Janice said.
“Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Of course,” Dawn said.
“He’s not……forcing you or anything. Is he?”
“Of course not,” Dawn laughed.

She could hear Janice sigh with relief on the other end.
“This is messed up, isn’t it?” Dawn asked.
“Well yeah,” Janice said. “But he’s not your real dad.”

“You would huh?” Dawn asked, her tongue lolling against her cheek.
“I still might,” Janice teased. “Send him over after you’re done. I’ll show him what a real woman is like.”
“Shut up!!!!!!!!!” Dawn exclaimed.
“Whore.”

“Ooooh,” Janice said. “Didn’t think you were the jealous type.”
“I’m not,” Dawn protested.
“Good,” Janice said. “Because you know….Spike is married.”
“I noticed,” Dawn said dryly.

“To your stepmom,” Janice added.
Dawn rolled her eyes.
As ever, Janice was quick on the uptake.
“Yeah,” Dawn muttered. “My trampy, gold digging stepmom.”

Perhaps telling Janice of Buffy’s ‘past’ hadn’t been a good idea. At the time, she was trying for sympathy, but now she wasn’t sure it was too wise. Dawn guessed she’d been too amped at the time. Hell, even a year later, she’d found it hard to believe. Buffy Summers Pratt, the socialite. Buffy Summers, she of many charities and causes. Buffy Summers, the stripper.

“She is smoking hot though,” Janice said, making Dawn frown.
“In a purely objective way. I’d totally hit that. If I were lesbonically inclined.”

Dawn smirked. “Lesbonically?”
“It’s a word,” Janice said defensively.

The girls paused, collecting their breaths.

“What else can you offer me?” Janice said.
“I’m offering you two grand,” Dawn exclaimed. “Tax free I might add. Don’t make me call the IRS on your skinny ass.”
“Whatever, mafia princess,” Janice giggled. “Just don’t have me whacked.”

Dawn laughed. “No one ever says whacked.”
“So you’re saying Tony Soprano is a lair? Is that what you’re saying?”

“Are you going to do it or not?” Dawn said, sounding extremely put upon.
“Of course I’ll do it,” Janice chuckled. “I want details.”
“Done and done.”
“All the details?” Janice asked.
“As many as you want,” Dawn lied, crossing her fingers.

“Are your fingers crossed?” Janice said. Dawn could hear the mistrust in her voice.
“No,” Dawn said, feigning outrage. “Now will you help?”
“Yeah,” Janice mumbled. “But I don’t want your money okay.”

“Hey,” Dawn said. “I wasn’t trying to…”
“I know,” Janice said. “I know you weren’t. It just…..”
“It’s only for expenses,” Dawn butted in. “Gas. Food. A nice, safe place to stay.”
“I guess,” Janice said.

Silence.

“You’ll be safe right?” Janice asked. “Promise me?”
Dawn laughed. “I promise.”

My daddy will take good care of me.

“Can I bring Steve along for the weekend?” Janice asked.
“Steve?” Dawn said, feigning outrage. “Steve Holt? The dumb jock?”

When did this start?

“He’s not dumb!!!!!!” Janice exclaimed. “He’s sweet. And sensitive. And sex-ay.”
“He thinks Iraq is what we put a bra on,” Dawn said wryly.

The girls laughed uproariously.
“I gotta go pack,” Dawn said, wiping her eyes.
“Cya tomorrow?”
“Okay,” Janice said.

Thursday evening…..

The Falcoln 900EX rested in its private hangar at the L.A airport. The sole occupant lay well back in his leather chair, stroking a still uncut cigar. He knew it was a disgusting habit, but one he couldn’t give up. He hadn’t smoked it today though. And he wouldn’t smoke it all weekend. This was for Monday morning. After.

One of my many disgusting habits, he reflected.
What bloody beasts we men are. Men and women both.

He looked around. Comfortable seats, a nice plush carpet, and a nice kitchen. Even a conference table Spike was impressed. Wesley comes through yet again. And on such short notice too. The pilots had strict orders never to leave their cockpits. There was no hostess, no one to offer him food or drink, but Spike didn’t care. It was a short trip, and he could wait. His men had been told to fly commercial and meet him at his destination. They had obeyed accordingly.

He glanced at his watch. He had ‘arranged’ everything. All she had to do was show up at the airport, and he’d take care of the rest. Not for the first time, Spike wondered if he had lost his damn mind. He knew that he was crossing a line that ought not to be crossed. He knew if Buffy ever find out, he’d be a dead man. Literally. She’d kill him. But somehow, he didn’t care.

She’ll never find out, Spike thought. Mostly because she’ll never look.

“One weekend,” Spike muttered, deciding to pour himself a drink. “That’s all I need. Shag her silly. Get it outta your system. Life goes on.”

Spike knew at some level, he was deceiving himself. But he wasn’t ready to admit it. Not just yet. Part of him almost hoped Dawn wouldn’t show. It would be so much simpler that way. Taking no for an answer had never been Spike’s problem. As always, the problem was saying no.

He paused when he heard the clink of high heels. And then, there she was, standing in front of him. Black skirt. Brown top. A killer leather jacket. High heels. A wicked smile.

“Daddy,” Dawn squealed, coming forward to sit on the handle of his chair.
Spike frowned until Dawn whispered into his ear.
“Play along for the doofus.”

Only then Spike then saw the airport manager, smiling nervously
“Miss me sweetheart?” Spike asked, stroking her back.
“Of course I did,” Dawn said, trying not to shiver, beaming at the stranger.
“I missed you too kitten,” Spike said, resisting the urge to cop a feel.

“Thanks for everything Charles,” Spike said, looking squarely at him.
Leave you sod.
“You’re welcome Mr Pratt,” the droopy faced airport manager said nervously.

“Everything in order then?” Spike said.
“Absolutely,” Charles wheezed. “No problem at all.”
“Good,” Spike said.

Get the fuck out you twit, Spike thought, his eyes flashing.
Charles finally got the message.
“If you’ll……..excuse me…..I have….”
And then he was gone, shutting the door behind him.

Spike and Dawn just looked at each other.
“Nice outfit,” Spike said coolly. “Love the coat. Have one just like that somewhere.”

“So,” Dawn said, plonking down in his lap, making him exhale.
“Where to?”
“Now that,” Spike whispered, cupping her chin to make her look at him, “Is a surprise.”
“Is that right?” Dawn said, smiling at how cute she found him right now.

“Oh I’m full of surprises kitten,” Spike purred, pulling her face to his.
“Yeah?” he asked, staring at her.
Last chance.
“Yes,” Dawn whispered heatedly, staring into his eyes.

Spike wasn’t foolish enough to ask again. Once was enough for him. So he let himself taste her. He kissed those glossy pink lips.
Once. Twice. Thrice. Three feather light kisses, pulling back each time she tried to draw him in, followed by a moment to contemplate the taste of her.

So sweet, he sighed. So fresh. So like Ripe cherries, he thought, ready for plucking.
This time, he kissed her languidly, but insistently, his hands finding her thighs and then her arse.

Tushie, Spike thought, resisting the urge to smack her luscious bottom. Soon, he promised himself. Soon. She distracted him by opening her mouth for him and he took the offering with glee.
His tongue found hers, licking and swirling repeatedly.

“Attention,” the loud speakers crackled. “We’ve been cleared for take off.”
Dawn pushed his face away from hers as the plane began moving.
“Where are we going?” she asked, gasping for breath.
Spike chuckled.
“You don’t give up, do you?”
“Nope,” Dawn said, inhaling deeply, when his hand crawled under her shirt.
“Me neither,” Spike said, grinning wickedly, when he found no bra. Suddenly her hand found his, stopping his.

“Where. Are. We. Going?” she said, challenging him.
Spike’s free hand found the lever of his chair, pulling on it so that his backrest completely collapsed. Instantly, he turned them around, setting them down on the now comfortable bed.
“To hell,” he said, squeezing her breasts, making her gasp.
“But it’s worth it.”

The gleam in her eyes told him she thought it was worth it too.