Ficlet: "Guess What Color?" Spike/Dawn for lawyergirl15
“Guess what color?” for lawyergirl15
Spike/Dawn and the word “violet”
Rated: E for ‘examples of mild sexuality’
A/N: Happy Birthday, Kim! And, um, sorry for this. I only mock those I love, I swear ;^) Though I could have sworn ‘puce’ was green, too…
A/N2: For those curious what any of the confusing, big color words might mean, feel free to check it out at http://www.dictionary.com
Dawn let herself melt into him as one of his hands cupped her butt while the other wandered beneath her blouse. It took only the merest lick and nibble against her lips to convince her to open her mouth to him. As he ground against her, Dawn pressed her own body as close to his as she could manage.
“Can’t wait to see what you’ve got on underneath today, pet,” Spike purred, breaking the kiss.
Suddenly, Dawn trapped his wandering hand, changing moods, and smiling at him wickedly with a teasing grin. “Sure, Spike. But only if you can guess what color.”
“What color?” He looked a little astonished.
“Yeah. My bra and panties. Pick a color. If you’re right, you get to see.” Dawn waited to find out what he would do about her challenge, having no doubt he’d get to see far more than her under garments very soon.
“Hmm…” Spike pulled away and suddenly was the immaculate parody of one deep in thought over an issue of great import. “Well, let’s see. You’re certainly quite cheerful today, so I’m guessing something bright. Plus you yelled at me for destroying your last pair of black knickers last night, so.... Maybe some sunny yellow color,” he paused, but before she could confirm or deny it, he added with a toothy smile, “Or red. That’s always my favorite.”
Dawn giggled, and smacked him, but he didn’t even acknowledge the blow enough to flinch.
Instead, Spike stroked his chin. “Except…you probably wouldn’t call it yellow or red. You’d use one of those girly names like ‘cerulean’ or ‘chartreuse.’”
“Er, no, wrong on both counts…and cerulean’s not ye-” Dawn started to say, but Spike’s hand wandered up her shirt feeling the fabric between Spike’s fingers. He examined the fabric by feel as if he were conducting a scientific investigation.
“Well, then, what else? You’re wearing expensive satin, and you’re still hiding it from me. It’s either a really beautiful shade…blue maybe? Dark, like vermilion?”
“Um, no. I can guarantee I own nothing in vermilion blue,” Dawn informed him, knowing she never would-not even on a Hellmouth. Internally, she was trying not to crack up at the vampire’s complete mix-up of color vocabulary.
“Oi. Then it must be something terrible. Puce maybe? That bloody awful shade of green that looks exactly like it sounds.”
Dawn crossed her arms tightly across her chest, denying him access and smiled smugly as she shook her head. “Um, no. Keep guessing. This is getting entertaining.”
Spike pouted, chewing on his lips, truly into the game now. “Well, if you were wearing white you wouldn’t be such a damn tease, and you’ve told me how much you hated your sis’ orange sweater, so I’m gonna s’pose that’s out.” Suddenly his face lit up. “I can only think of one more then.”
Spike grabbed her and kissed her hard again, letting his hands wander as he unbuckled her jeans and slid them down her hips without looking as she helped him by kicking her legs free. Then his hands slipped up her shirt, cupping them as his thumbs caressed the nipples through the satin.
He broke off to nip right behind her ear before smugly whispering, “purple.” With a flourish, he lifted her shirt over her head, and Dawn swept up her arms letting him.
Spike looked appreciatively and licked his lips, smiling, as he picked her up and carried her to the bed. “Admit it, Niblet, I was right. Knew it all along. Was just playing with you.”
Dawn sprawled, displaying herself on the sheets for him. “Nope, still wrong.”
Spike cocked an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. I’m clearly wearing violet!” Dawn stuck her tongue out at him, but regretted it seconds later as he flopped down next to her, tickling her and making her giggle uncontrollably as he somehow managed to divest her of the panties and bra, making the question of what color they were an entirely moot point.
Spike/Dawn and the word “violet”
Rated: E for ‘examples of mild sexuality’
A/N: Happy Birthday, Kim! And, um, sorry for this. I only mock those I love, I swear ;^) Though I could have sworn ‘puce’ was green, too…
A/N2: For those curious what any of the confusing, big color words might mean, feel free to check it out at http://www.dictionary.com
Dawn let herself melt into him as one of his hands cupped her butt while the other wandered beneath her blouse. It took only the merest lick and nibble against her lips to convince her to open her mouth to him. As he ground against her, Dawn pressed her own body as close to his as she could manage.
“Can’t wait to see what you’ve got on underneath today, pet,” Spike purred, breaking the kiss.
Suddenly, Dawn trapped his wandering hand, changing moods, and smiling at him wickedly with a teasing grin. “Sure, Spike. But only if you can guess what color.”
“What color?” He looked a little astonished.
“Yeah. My bra and panties. Pick a color. If you’re right, you get to see.” Dawn waited to find out what he would do about her challenge, having no doubt he’d get to see far more than her under garments very soon.
“Hmm…” Spike pulled away and suddenly was the immaculate parody of one deep in thought over an issue of great import. “Well, let’s see. You’re certainly quite cheerful today, so I’m guessing something bright. Plus you yelled at me for destroying your last pair of black knickers last night, so.... Maybe some sunny yellow color,” he paused, but before she could confirm or deny it, he added with a toothy smile, “Or red. That’s always my favorite.”
Dawn giggled, and smacked him, but he didn’t even acknowledge the blow enough to flinch.
Instead, Spike stroked his chin. “Except…you probably wouldn’t call it yellow or red. You’d use one of those girly names like ‘cerulean’ or ‘chartreuse.’”
“Er, no, wrong on both counts…and cerulean’s not ye-” Dawn started to say, but Spike’s hand wandered up her shirt feeling the fabric between Spike’s fingers. He examined the fabric by feel as if he were conducting a scientific investigation.
“Well, then, what else? You’re wearing expensive satin, and you’re still hiding it from me. It’s either a really beautiful shade…blue maybe? Dark, like vermilion?”
“Um, no. I can guarantee I own nothing in vermilion blue,” Dawn informed him, knowing she never would-not even on a Hellmouth. Internally, she was trying not to crack up at the vampire’s complete mix-up of color vocabulary.
“Oi. Then it must be something terrible. Puce maybe? That bloody awful shade of green that looks exactly like it sounds.”
Dawn crossed her arms tightly across her chest, denying him access and smiled smugly as she shook her head. “Um, no. Keep guessing. This is getting entertaining.”
Spike pouted, chewing on his lips, truly into the game now. “Well, if you were wearing white you wouldn’t be such a damn tease, and you’ve told me how much you hated your sis’ orange sweater, so I’m gonna s’pose that’s out.” Suddenly his face lit up. “I can only think of one more then.”
Spike grabbed her and kissed her hard again, letting his hands wander as he unbuckled her jeans and slid them down her hips without looking as she helped him by kicking her legs free. Then his hands slipped up her shirt, cupping them as his thumbs caressed the nipples through the satin.
He broke off to nip right behind her ear before smugly whispering, “purple.” With a flourish, he lifted her shirt over her head, and Dawn swept up her arms letting him.
Spike looked appreciatively and licked his lips, smiling, as he picked her up and carried her to the bed. “Admit it, Niblet, I was right. Knew it all along. Was just playing with you.”
Dawn sprawled, displaying herself on the sheets for him. “Nope, still wrong.”
Spike cocked an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. I’m clearly wearing violet!” Dawn stuck her tongue out at him, but regretted it seconds later as he flopped down next to her, tickling her and making her giggle uncontrollably as he somehow managed to divest her of the panties and bra, making the question of what color they were an entirely moot point.