Snowbound: Flood (13/?) BtVS AU (Spike/Dawn)
Happy Birthday, catvampcrazines! The story surprised me by coming back to life in time for your special day! *hugs*
Title: Snowbound: Flood (13/?)
Author: vikingprincess
Started for: catvampcrazines’ day at noel_of_spike, to accompany her lovely holiday Spike/Dawn manip (You can see it below the cut to the story)
Universe: BtVS/AtS all-human AU
Pairing/s: Teen!Spike/Dawn, William/Spike father/son
Ratings/Warnings: Mature for language, consensual teenaged sex (slashers beware; there’s het in the air!) IF YOU ARE NOT YET EIGHTEEN, PLEASE STOP HERE.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimers: As so many people do, I bow to Joss Whedon, from whom I borrowed names and characters. Which also belong to Mutant Enemy and Fox. In other words, completely not mine in any way! Initial plot bunnies provided by catvampcrazines. Further twisting, tormenting, and debauchery all mine. Enjoy.
Archiving: Please do not copy, cut and paste, screencap, archive, or otherwise use either my fiction or my other posts anywhere at all without express written permission from me.
Summary: Bad boy Spike’s literature professor father William Fyne moves to Deerfield, Massachusetts, to take over a position at Deerfield Academy. Spike resents having to leave London and the entire life he planned to live just before time to take his A-levels, but manages to scrape up some interest in his new life when he meets the next door neighbor, fellow senior Dawn Summers.
Parts 1-12: Apple, Leaf, Bitch, Trip, Smile, Snow, Ski, Lost, Cabin, Warmth, Flame, and Fire
Previously:
Bint swallowed every bit, too, purring deep inside her throat as though he tasted like candy. Hot, sticky, surging candy. Not like some girls who thought they were too good to down a bloke’s cum. And then, she licked him clean with long, slow sweeps of her tongue, a smirk in her eyes.
“Dawn,” Spike started, eyes tender as he reached to brush a lock of hair from her cheek, gentling his hand along her face, and behind her neck, sitting up to give her a kiss as tender as he felt.
Before he could, she smiled brightly, and shrugged free of his hand. “Sorry again about the trail,” she chirped, looking up at him from between his spread legs, and delicately licked a final drop of his spend from the corner of her mouth. “Forgive me?”
Snowbound: Flood
Title: Snowbound: Flood (13/?)
Author: vikingprincess
Started for: catvampcrazines’ day at noel_of_spike, to accompany her lovely holiday Spike/Dawn manip (You can see it below the cut to the story)
Universe: BtVS/AtS all-human AU
Pairing/s: Teen!Spike/Dawn, William/Spike father/son
Ratings/Warnings: Mature for language, consensual teenaged sex (slashers beware; there’s het in the air!) IF YOU ARE NOT YET EIGHTEEN, PLEASE STOP HERE.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimers: As so many people do, I bow to Joss Whedon, from whom I borrowed names and characters. Which also belong to Mutant Enemy and Fox. In other words, completely not mine in any way! Initial plot bunnies provided by catvampcrazines. Further twisting, tormenting, and debauchery all mine. Enjoy.
Archiving: Please do not copy, cut and paste, screencap, archive, or otherwise use either my fiction or my other posts anywhere at all without express written permission from me.
Summary: Bad boy Spike’s literature professor father William Fyne moves to Deerfield, Massachusetts, to take over a position at Deerfield Academy. Spike resents having to leave London and the entire life he planned to live just before time to take his A-levels, but manages to scrape up some interest in his new life when he meets the next door neighbor, fellow senior Dawn Summers.
Parts 1-12: Apple, Leaf, Bitch, Trip, Smile, Snow, Ski, Lost, Cabin, Warmth, Flame, and Fire
Previously:
Bint swallowed every bit, too, purring deep inside her throat as though he tasted like candy. Hot, sticky, surging candy. Not like some girls who thought they were too good to down a bloke’s cum. And then, she licked him clean with long, slow sweeps of her tongue, a smirk in her eyes.
“Dawn,” Spike started, eyes tender as he reached to brush a lock of hair from her cheek, gentling his hand along her face, and behind her neck, sitting up to give her a kiss as tender as he felt.
Before he could, she smiled brightly, and shrugged free of his hand. “Sorry again about the trail,” she chirped, looking up at him from between his spread legs, and delicately licked a final drop of his spend from the corner of her mouth. “Forgive me?”
Snowbound: Flood