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Dawn/Spike drabbleby WesleysGirlRating: NC-17 Dawn/Spike For Diva Stardust's birthday. Dawn had sparkling eyes with a fire that crackled behind them. All softness and purring one minute, like a kitten trying to cuddle up to a mother than didn't want it anymore, endearing itself, and spitting and scratching the next. Spike didn't mind the scratching though. When Dawn left long furrows on his chest with her nails, it just turned him on more. It might have been a father figure she was looking for. In that case, Spike figured she couldn't have picked more wrong. He didn't show up half the time when he'd said he would -- sometimes because he just forgot, and other times because he wanted to keep her on her toes. Wanted to make sure she kept wanting him. Sick, that's what it was. Sick that she wanted a man to take care of her and latched onto Spike, who only wanted to fuck her. Wanted to feel her legs wrapped around his waist, see the look of pained concentration on her little-girl's face as he thrust into her. See the flash of satisfaction when he came, groaning. In that split second, he belonged to her. But only then. And they both knew it. She wasn't Buffy, but she'd do. End.
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