SERIES: Nobility (#2)

AUTHOR: Tisienne Blue

E-MAIL: tisatko@msn.com

DISCLAIMER: I own none of the people you know from TV. The others are either mine or their own, depending upon whether they're real people or not.

RATING: NC-17

PAIRINGS: Dawn/S; W/A; more...

DISTRIBUTION: if I said yes, then have at it!!!

FEEDBACK: please... I'm a feedback whore... plus, it gets you a dedication!!!

DEDICATIONS: to Di and Nat and Mystra, for making me consider S/Dawn, and for listening to me ramble... Also to: Nutty, Janet, Ali, Jerri, Whitewolf Alpha, Angel S., and Eva... Thanks for the feedback!!!

NOTES: Okay, it's 2007. Slutty is dead, and the Hellmouth has been closed for a long time. Pretty much everyone has left Sunnyhell. Giles adopted Dawn; they moved to New Orleans; Spike showed up all cursed; he's WITH Dawn now, and the entire LA crew is in New Orleans to find out what happened to him! There's also the little matter of a prophecy involving Dawn, but nobody's said too much about that yet... Oh, and * *= emphasis.

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Spike was actually relieved when his Dawny came back to their room. His thoughts had been uncomfortable, to say the least, and he was glad to have an excuse to stop thinking them. Of course, since that excuse was Dawn, he found that he very quickly wasn't thinking at all... or at least, not with his brain. And *that*, he decided, as she shuddered beneath him, was a *good* thing. He slammed deep into her one more time, her next shout almost drowned out by his own, and he collapsed upon her for just a moment before rolling onto his side, taking her with him. "And what was *that* all about, then, luv?" he asked softly, one finger stroking gently at her sweat-sheened face. "Not that I *mind*," he continued quickly, "But... can I expect you to attack me often?"

Dawn could feel her cheeks flushing brightly, and she lowered her eyes from his, almost ashamed of the way she'd burst into the room and basically ripped the clothes from his body, but... They'd pissed her off, talking about her like she was child, and ignoring everything she had to say. Of course, she couldn't tell *Spike* that. He wouldn't appreciate being used as an outlet for her anger, so she chose, instead, to concentrate on his second question. "Do you want me to?" she asked, a bit breathlessly, because... regardless of the motivation, the outcome had been... amazing! Her entire body was *still* vibrating from the force of her orgasms. "I'll take that as a *yes*," she moaned softly, as she felt him hardening within her once again.

A small breath hissed from his lungs, and he pulled her over him as he settled on his back. "Oh, that's *definitely* a *yes*, pet... But just for future reference, it's generally the take-er who's on top; not the take-ee... I mean..." His eyes closed, and he groaned, as she began rocking slowly against him. He could feel his cock deep inside her, shifting back and forth... feel her swollen, tender nub rubbing against his coarse curls, and he groaned again, more deeply.

Her lips twitched in a small smile, and she covered his tight, pale nipples with her palms as she continued to... shift against him. "I know what you meant, Spike," she sighed. She hadn't had him-- or anyone else, for that matter-- in quite this way, without the frenzied thrusts and harsh grunts, but she didn't think he'd actually mind if she experimented with him. Actually, he seemed to be enjoying it, so she closed her own eyes, and rocked harder... faster... She could feel an entirely pleasant heat building in the pit of her stomach; feel herself opening further to him than she would have thought possible, and... His hands were on her waist, barely directing her at all, and he was releasing small, almost strangled sounding moans, and when she opened her eyes for a moment, his face had assumed such an expression of sheer bliss that she was surprised his true face hadn't come into play. But he was still beautiful... still the Spike she needed and wanted... and when his eyes opened and locked on hers, she marveled at the deep, cerulean blue of them. "Spike," she sighed wonderingly.

He could have fainted, almost, just from the sensations he was feeling at her slow, tender taking of him, but... then he opened his eyes, and if his heart had been beating, it would have stopped right then, because... She loved him? She did... it was there in her eyes. He wondered, for a moment, whether she even knew it herself, but he filed that thought away for later perusal, because... it was enough that *he* knew. It was enough that she wanted him this way, and *more* than enough that she could accept this kind of tenderness from him without thinking less of him. His eyes remained attached to hers, even as he ran his fingers up her sides and gently cupped her smallish, perfect breasts. "Dawn," he sighed in response, voice just as breathy and stunned as hers had been. He could feel himself tightening-- his entire body-- feel her sweet, hot core beginning to twitch rhythmically, and he sighed in pure satisfaction. He wasn't entirely sure of what this experience was going to mean, but he had a feeling that it was going to change things between them, and... he had to believe that that change would be good. He *had* to! He lightly traced small circles around her tight nipples, his eyes widening along with hers as he approached his completion. "Dawny..." he sighed, deliberately not moving beneath her, "Take me, luv... please... take me..."

She nodded slowly, somehow understanding what it was he wanted... needed... and she slowed her motions, pressing harder down onto him. She could feel the hooded tip of his hard shaft against her cervix, feel him starting to pulse deep inside her, and... Gods, she was so *close*! It was only a matter of a few more slow, grinding shifts against him, and... as she began to explode softly and enormously, she felt him jerking hard within her, felt his back arching against the bed, his hands releasing her breasts to grasp tightly at the sheets, and they came together in a silent burst of perfection.

He held her lightly when she fell forward on him, his hands making small, soft strokes on her back, and he stared blindly at the ceiling in amazement. He'd never thought... never expected... No one had ever touched him this way. Not when he was human, and certainly not after he'd run into a certain tall, dark Poof in a dingy alley... but Dawn had, and... He smiled softly as she drifted off to sleep. There would be time later for them to talk about what this might mean... Yeah, he told himself, there'd be an *eternity*...

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The silence was almost deafening in the living room of the Giles home, what with all the 'family' from LA being stunned speechless by the sounds they'd just heard. Angel had flown down the stairs, his redhead right behind him, and had almost gone after his black-haired childe once he'd realized what was going on. It had only been his Mate's hand on his arm that had held him back. Wesley, of course, had turned fifty different shades of red, and had run outside, the loud sounds Dawn and Spike were making being offensive to his delicate sensibilities. The others had had a variety of reactions, mostly falling somewhere between Angel's outrage and Wesley's disgust, and now... Well, now they were all sitting around with no idea of what to say. Gunn, of course, having been witness to the near symphonic cacophony of moans, groans, and cries before, was the exception, and eventually, he took it upon himself to break the silence.

"So..." he began, "About this *prophecy*..." He almost laughed at the speed with which the others took up the conversation, but... "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" he called out, interrupting the senseless babble, "Let's try this one at a time, guys!" He waited a moment until the others had settled down, and turned his eyes to his boss. "Angel? Give us the short form, and we'll go from there."

The vampire nodded and began pacing. "Yeah... okay. The prophecy... 'The one who unlocks many things shall ally herself to Evil, and with her help, the Evil shall triumph over the Good. The Opener shall, through her alliance, bring forth the Star of Darkness, and Opener, Evil, and Star shall change the tides of Power forever more.'" He glanced slowly around the room. "That's it. That's all we know." He sighed at the look of horror on Giles' face, and moved closer to the man. "I'm sorry, Rupert. I was hoping that taking her away from Sunnydale would invalidate it, and maybe it has, but... I just don't know."

The Englishman nodded slowly, and leaned into his wife's arms.

"So," Gabriella said quietly, "This prophecy of yours is saying that... Dawny's gonna swear herself in service to Hell, and somehow kill the light, or something. *Then* she's gonna help the demons summon something *really* bad, and together they'll all... what? End the world?" She shook her head angrily. "I don't buy it. Dawn would never do that. She's a good girl."

"I know you want to believe that, Gabby," Willow responded, "But... she's the *Key*! She's a big bunch of mystical energy made flesh! I mean, Gods! The Knights of Byzantium practically tore Sunnydale apart trying to get to her! They said she had to die... that she was evil, and her presence in our world would mean the end of everything! Now, we all assumed they meant if Glory got her hands on her, but... what if they meant something else? What if this prophecy was what they were talking about?" She shook her head, and took her Mate's hand in her own, holding it tightly. "I don't want to believe it, either! I mean, I *love* Dawn; you *know* I do! But can we really afford to ignore this? Especially with the Spike problem? And now that she's *with* Spike? Maybe we can't *fix* him, did you ever think of *that*? Maybe that's why she ends up in league with darkness! She makes a deal with them to get rid of the curse on him, and it all goes from there!" She was sobbing now, so hard that she could barely speak, and when Angel pulled her to him, and wrapped his arms around her, she let him.

Giles stared at the couple, then swept his gaze over the rest of them, his expression hardening with each face he saw. "Right," he said then, standing up and glaring at them all. "Get out of my house. All of you. *Now*." He turned away and stalked quickly to the front door, opening it just as a very surprised Wesley was about to knock. "Leave," he said coldly, "And don't come back."

He stared unseeingly through them as they filed out past him, and once the last was through, he closed the door carefully, and locked it before moving carefully back to the living room and collapsing on the couch, his head in his hands. He sighed when he felt his wife's hand on his back, and glanced at her between his fingers. "Do you think they could be right?" he said, very softly, "About Dawn, I mean..."

Gabriella sighed quietly, running her hand lightly up and down his spine. "I don't know, cher," she said, meeting his gaze, "I think their prophecy *is* about her, but... I don't think they're reading it right. Prophecies are tricky things, y'know... always open to interpretation. How many times did you *think* you understood one back in Sunnydale, only to find that when it came to pass, it wasn't quite what you thought?" She smiled as his expression lightened a bit. "I also can't see Dawny selling herself to Hell, no matter *how* much she may come to love her vampire... and I don't think the God would have bound them if there was any chance of her becoming evil, herself, so..."

The former Watcher released a huge relieved sigh. "I'm glad to hear you say that, Gab..." He stood again, pulling his wife into his arms. "We're going to have to tell them, though... aren't we?"

Gabriella nodded quickly. "Yes, we are, cher... and there's no time like the present." She pulled away and moved quickly down the back hall, knocking loudly on the door of Dawn's bedroom. "Get up and get dressed, you two... I need to see you in the living room." She smiled at the muffled curses coming from behind the door, and returned to the couch to wait.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

All of them had been stunned when Giles had ordered them out of his house. So much so that none of them had even *thought* to object, and Angel thought that maybe that had been a mistake. It had plagued him the entire way back to the Hotel, and he'd turned over the whole thing in his mind at least a thousand times before coming to one rather inescapable conclusion. They might be wrong. He glanced at his Mate, seeing that she was just as deep in thought as *he* had been, and he moved to sit beside her on the bed. "Heart...?" he said softly, one hand resting lightly on her leg, "Why would a God bind Dawn and Spike if she was going to turn evil..."

"How could she be his cardenterata? That's not something that dark-pathers have," she replied in a very small voice. "So it goes to follow that..." She sighed. "Angel, we're so stupid."

The vampire shook his head, a small smile crossing his lips. "Not *stupid*, Heart, just... I think we got so used to seeing things one way, and one way *only*, that we just... couldn't see past it, you know?"

Willow sighed and nodded. "So the prophecy means something other than what we thought. And we have no idea of how to interpret it, now... That's just... *great*! Giles hates us, he kicked us out, and..." Her eyes flew wide, and she smacked herself in the forehead. "Gods! I am such an *idiot*! Hortense DeLanei is coming to help with the curse on Spike, so Dawn would have no *reason* to side with Hell, especially not for *Spike's* sake! How could I have forgotten that?" She moaned softly and buried her face against Angel's shirt, sighing when he held her close. "You've Mated a moron, my love," she said sadly.

Angel laughed loudly. "Maybe, but seeing as you're *my* moron, I'm willing to overlook it. Besides, it's not like you didn't Mate yourself to an imbecile, now is it?" He held her more tightly, and buried his nose in her long red hair. "After as long as I've been around, I should have realized that there was more than *one* possible meaning to that prophecy, so... I'd say I definitely rate higher on the idiot-meter..."

The redhead finally giggled, herself. "Well, okay. But as King Moron, *you* get the job of calling Giles to apologize."

The vampire groaned, and hung his head. "Oh... okay, because I know *just* what to say. 'Sorry for calling your adopted daughter a big sack of evil just waiting to happen... Whooops! My mistake...'" He groaned again. "Maybe I should send a fruit basket?" he offered.

"Couldn't hurt," she chuckled softly.
 

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