Dawn/Giles ficlet
In light of all the fuss over LJ and the underage thing-a-mi-bob, I've felt inclined to write a bit of my favorite May-December couple, Dawn/Giles. Please take note, all the mature-themed Dawn fics I've written feature an adult Dawn, so no need for anyone to get their knickers in a twist, unless the idea of Dawn/Giles of even consentual age squicks you. In which case why are you even still reading this far? Anyway, this is only PG-13, although imminent sexin' is implied, with a little daddy kink thrown in for good measure. A little over 400 words.
Title: Tea and Crumpet
Pairing: Giles/Dawn
Rating: PG-13
Setting: Post-series England
Dawn was making sandwiches for tea when Giles came in from the garden.
“Boots!” she called out over her shoulder when she heard the latch shut.
Giles abruptly stopped and scraped the mud off his boots before proceeding into the kitchen.
“Dawn,”
“Hmmm?”
“Do you have any idea why Mr. Boswell was so flustered and red-faced after you showed him round to the garden?” Giles asked.
Dawn giggled. “Yes.”
“Would you care to elaborate, my dear?”
She wiped her hands on a tea towel and turned to face him. “He thought I was your daughter. ‘’ello young miss. Your da at ‘ome?’ But I set him straight.”
“What exactly did you say to him?”
“That I was your debauched child bride.”
“You didn’t!”
“No, I didn’t.”
Giles breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank god.”
“I told him I was your bit of stuff.”
“Dawn!”
“Your tasty bit of crumpet. Your Lo-lee-ta.”
“Dawn, please.”
Dawn wrapped her arms around Giles. “Relax. All I said was that I was your girlfriend. It’s his own fault for being so quick to jump to conclusions. He embarrassed himself. What, does he think you’re a dirty old man now?”
“Quite possibly. I only hope he’ll still consider selling me that mare he’d promised.” Giles suddenly looked affronted. “What do you mean old man?”
Dawn chuckled and bussed his nose. “Older, then.”
“Thank you. I think,” Giles said doubtfully.
“Is Mr. Horse-guy gone or is he staying for tea?” Dawn slipped her hands under Giles’ jumper.
Giles sighed contentedly and pulled her closer. “He’s gone. Is the tea ready?”
Dawn nipped at his neck. “Haven’t put the kettle on yet. Mmmm, you smell like fresh hay. I love being in the country.”
Giles groaned as one of Dawn’s hands slipped into the back of his jeans. “What, with no trendy shops or cinemas or dance clubs and spotty mobile reception?”
Dawn began walking backwards, moving them out of the kitchen and into the direction of the bedroom. “No whiny slayers, only the occasional demon, and being able to make as much noise as we want with no one for miles to hear.”
Giles pouted as Dawn pushed him against the bed and began unfastening his jeans. “What about my tea? And I was planning on going riding afterward.”
Dawn pulled him down onto the bed. “Unh-uh. Riding first. Tea later--" She smiled coyly. "--darling Da--”
Giles silenced her mouth with his own.
Title: Tea and Crumpet
Pairing: Giles/Dawn
Rating: PG-13
Setting: Post-series England
Dawn was making sandwiches for tea when Giles came in from the garden.
“Boots!” she called out over her shoulder when she heard the latch shut.
Giles abruptly stopped and scraped the mud off his boots before proceeding into the kitchen.
“Dawn,”
“Hmmm?”
“Do you have any idea why Mr. Boswell was so flustered and red-faced after you showed him round to the garden?” Giles asked.
Dawn giggled. “Yes.”
“Would you care to elaborate, my dear?”
She wiped her hands on a tea towel and turned to face him. “He thought I was your daughter. ‘’ello young miss. Your da at ‘ome?’ But I set him straight.”
“What exactly did you say to him?”
“That I was your debauched child bride.”
“You didn’t!”
“No, I didn’t.”
Giles breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank god.”
“I told him I was your bit of stuff.”
“Dawn!”
“Your tasty bit of crumpet. Your Lo-lee-ta.”
“Dawn, please.”
Dawn wrapped her arms around Giles. “Relax. All I said was that I was your girlfriend. It’s his own fault for being so quick to jump to conclusions. He embarrassed himself. What, does he think you’re a dirty old man now?”
“Quite possibly. I only hope he’ll still consider selling me that mare he’d promised.” Giles suddenly looked affronted. “What do you mean old man?”
Dawn chuckled and bussed his nose. “Older, then.”
“Thank you. I think,” Giles said doubtfully.
“Is Mr. Horse-guy gone or is he staying for tea?” Dawn slipped her hands under Giles’ jumper.
Giles sighed contentedly and pulled her closer. “He’s gone. Is the tea ready?”
Dawn nipped at his neck. “Haven’t put the kettle on yet. Mmmm, you smell like fresh hay. I love being in the country.”
Giles groaned as one of Dawn’s hands slipped into the back of his jeans. “What, with no trendy shops or cinemas or dance clubs and spotty mobile reception?”
Dawn began walking backwards, moving them out of the kitchen and into the direction of the bedroom. “No whiny slayers, only the occasional demon, and being able to make as much noise as we want with no one for miles to hear.”
Giles pouted as Dawn pushed him against the bed and began unfastening his jeans. “What about my tea? And I was planning on going riding afterward.”
Dawn pulled him down onto the bed. “Unh-uh. Riding first. Tea later--" She smiled coyly. "--darling Da--”
Giles silenced her mouth with his own.