Connor was walking silently next to Dawn. They were less than three blocks from the hotel.
“I . . . I like the way you smell,” Connor said, unsure of himself. “When I was tracking you, I was thinking that.”
“Whatever,” Dawn said irritably. Connor had always seemed so cute to her. Now, she wondered what she’d seen in him. When he was a cool and cocky pre-med college student, his confidence had been extremely seductive. But now, she was stuck with a socially retarded jerk. He really was Angel’s son. And after how Angel treated Buffy, Dawn knew she didn’t want that.
Connor gripped Dawn’s shoulder and pulled her into the doorway of a building.
“What?” she whispered.
“Vampires,” Connor mouthed. He nodded up the street. Two men were getting out of a van with about five others inside. Dawn noticed the men were carrying rifles.
“Markovic,” she whispered. Dawn reached for her cell phone. Connor gently took her wrist. She looked up at him. He nodded toward the door. Dawn thought they were going inside. But as she stepped through the door, Connor casually walked into the street.
Inside the doorway, Dawn dialed the hotel. Connor moved to the middle of the street and walked toward the van.
“Angel Investigations, Lorne speaking.”
“Lorne!” Dawn said.
“Angel Investigations?” Dawn could hear Xander yell in the background. “Stop answering the phone like that!”
“Sorry, big guy,” Lorne said. “Force of habit.”
“Lorne,” Dawn interrupted frantically. “Connor and I are two blocks north of the hotel on Alameda. The Markovics are here with a van full of gunmen. Hurry.”
Dawn moved out of the doorway and tried to creep toward the van to help Connor.
“What’s this, then?” one of the armed vampires said as Connor approached.
It was a blur to Dawn as Connor reached behind his back and under his shirt, grabbing the small battle-axe he holstered there. The vampire raised his rifle to fire. Connor’s left hand reached up and grabbed the rifle and pushed it away as his right arm swung around and hacked the vamp’s arm off. The vamp collapsed to the ground, wailing in pain. Connor pulled the rifle away from the severed arm. He slung the weapon over his shoulder.
The other vamp ran from the side of the vehicle as the men in back tried to throw open the back door to get out. Connor kicked the door hard, slamming closed and hitting a vampire in the face as it did. The vampire from the front had reached Connor. Connor swung his axe again, splitting the vamp’s skull.
The two vamps were still alive and writhing in agony as Connor walked away. The side door of the van flew open and vamps prepared to flood out of it. Connor quickly turned. He dropped the axe and pulled the rifle from his shoulder. He fired three quick shots at the gas tank. The van exploded, incinerating the vamps in and around it.
Dawn felt her body pushed against the wall by the force of the blow. Almost immediately, she felt Connor’s firm grip on her hips, keeping her from sliding to the ground. She looked into his eyes, which still burned with a feral kind of violence.
Dawn lunged toward him, planting her mouth on his and darting her tongue into his mouth. “Oh god,” she breathed heavily before planting her mouth over his again. In this moment, her entire romantic history became clear to her. Although he was often a joke to the others, Xander always seemed the manly warrior to Dawn. Her crush on Spike, going on a date with Justin the vampire, and kissing Kennedy moments after the slayer had kicked ass all fit in. Dawn liked dangerous men. (And apparently, in the absence of men, dangerous women).
Dawn moaned softly as she kissed Connor. He was skinny. And androgynous. But he was dangerous. The feeling of his hands on her hips, hands which had moments ago dispatched half a dozen vampires in less than a minute, was exhilarating.
Dawn broke the kiss only to move her mouth to his ear. “Take me home,” she whispered softly. She was glad that Connor, social misfit that he was, was unfamiliar with the implication of what she said. She had time to back out or change her mind. But she lived a life filled with horror, violence, and death. She lived a life that was sure to end before she could ever grow old. And yet she’d waited for this moment longer than most of her friends.
“Take me home,” she whispered again.
******
Jeff’s military training had helped him stay alive longer than a normal vamp would have under similar conditions. He threw and dodged punches. The punches he landed hurt like hell.
Finally, Billy dove behind Jeff and crouched. Faith jerked forward, making Jeff back up. The vampire tripped backward over Billy and collapsed. Faith grinned at the irony as she lunged forward for real and sliced his head off. The combat-ready vampire was done in by a trick most fourth graders knew how to avoid.
“We make a pretty good team, huh?” Billy said as he got to his feet.
Faith rolled her head, cracking her neck. “Fighting or in bed?”
Billy gave Faith his too charming for words grin. “Both.”
Faith stepped forward and gripped Billy’s shirt. “So, where’re you staying?”
“Why’re you asking?” Billy said, still grinning.
“Let’s just say that slaying . . . it gives me urges. So I’m going to spend exactly thirty-six minutes riding you like a cheap horse and then I’m downing a bucket of Ben and Jerry’s. So I’ll ask again. Where’re you staying?”
Billy gulped. “Hotel,” he said breathlessly. “Right down the street.”
*******
“Shhh,” Dawn whispered as she stumbled into the room, even though she was the one making all the noise.
“Sorry,” Connor whispered. “Why do we have to be so quiet?”
“I don’t want anyone knowing we’re here,” she whispered as she locked the door.
Connor looked at Dawn curiously, unsure what she was up to. Only moments ago, she’d called Lorne to say that Connor had taken care of the vamps but the two of them were patrolling. Yet here they were back at the hotel.
Dawn walked back to Connor and stood in front of him nervously. She couldn’t help but feel he was appraising her body, despite the fact that he was staring unblinkingly into her eyes. Hearing that Connor had been with Cordelia had been like a dagger in the heart for about a dozen reasons. Most prominent was that she loathed Cordelia. But somewhere in the mix, her own insecurity lurked. Cordelia was a busty fashion plate who had more than her fair share of experience with men. Dawn worried she wouldn’t measure up.
Dawn struggled to find words. “Connor, I want you to be the one.”
Connor began to speak, but cut himself off. He just stared at Dawn nervously. She could tell by the tone of the lone syllable he uttered he was going to ask a question. She knew he thought it would be a dumb question, so he didn’t ask it.
Dawn swallowed, pretty sure of what he was going to ask. “Connor, I want you to make love to me.”
Connor quickly looked at the ground and uttered a nervous laugh.
Dawn touched Connor’s chin and forced him to look at her. “I want you to make love to me.”
Connor nodded, but the fear and nervousness were still in his eyes. Dawn leaned forward and kissed him. Connor kissed back as he stroked her hair.
Dawn backed away from Connor. He moved forward slowly, keeping the small distance between them constant. Dawn felt her legs back up against the bed. She nervously looked behind her at the bed. Her eyes drifted back to Connor. He too seemed nervous.
“It’s okay,” Dawn whispered. “I want this.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“And . . . and tomorrow?” Connor said, now looking at the floor.
“What?” Dawn asked, confused. “What about tomorrow?”
“Will you . . . will you still want to be with me?”
Dawn pushed Connor’s chin up again. She could see the fear and hurt in his eyes. Whatever Cordelia did to him must have been bad. Dawn smiled and felt a powerful warmth surge through her body.
Connor was easily the most unique boy she’d ever met. It made sense that his desires would be disparate from others his age. He didn’t want sex. He wanted love. And Dawn knew that, while Cordy had the body, fashion, and experience, there was no way that ice princess could have given Connor more love than Dawn had for him.
“Connor, I love you,” Dawn whispered.
Again, Connor gave a nervous laugh and grinned with embarrassment. Dawn smiled back, thinking that Connor really did have a smile that lit up the room. Like Faith, she wasn’t sure if Connor’s smile was really so beautiful or if it was just that he did it so rarely. Seeing a happy expression on his usually sullen and tortured face was such a powerful tableau.
“I’ll still love you tomorrow,” Dawn said. “And I’ll still want to be with you. But I want to be with you tonight, first.”
Connor looked down again, trying to hide his smile. Knowing Dawn would only push his face up again, he leaned forward and kissed her. He felt her hands on the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up. Connor broke the kiss and raised his arms, allowing Dawn to pull his shirt off.
Connor giggled nervously as Dawn dropped his shirt to the floor. He gently pushed Dawn back onto the bed. His legs slid up on either side of her hips so that he was straddling her. He could feel her heart beating faster as he leaned down and kissed her neck. Her hands went to the zipper of his jeans. Both Connor and Dawn felt a surge of excitement as she reached into his pants.
“Oh god,” she exhaled as she, for the first time in her life, touched a man’s sex organ. Connor was already breathing hard. He pulled his hips back and the source of Dawn’s excitement slipped from her hands. But Dawn soon exhaled again as the full weight of Connor’s body lowered on her. He lay like a human blanket on top of her, covering her neck with kisses.
Connor’s hands moved up the front of Dawn’s sweater, smoothly unbuttoning it. He opened the sweater. He exhaled with pleasure at the sight of her bra. Again, he buried his face in her neck and kissed her. He slowly kissed down the front of her chest. His hands slipped behind her and unsnapped the bra. He slid the cup off her breast and gently kissed the nipple.
Dawn was breathing heavily. “Uh,” she breathed out despite her efforts not to make noise. “Please,” she whispered. “Oh, Connor, please.”
Connor looked up at her. “What?” he asked nervously.
Dawn grabbed Connor’s hair and pulled his face to hers. She kissed him hard as her hands shot to the buckle of his pants. She fumbled to unbuckle and unbutton them. She gripped his jeans and his boxers and shoved them both down past his hips. “I can’t wait,” she moaned.
Connor began working to get Dawn’s pants down while kicking his own off. Dawn slid her pants off and immediately grabbed Connor’s hips pulling them toward hers.
“Oh god” Dawn grunted as Connor slid into her. She concentrated hard, trying not to pull away from him.
Connor stopped moving and looked at Dawn worriedly. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Dawn wheezed. “Nothing. Just give me a minute to get used to it.”
“I’m hurting you?” Connor asked in a fearful voice.
“No, no,” Dawn said. She wrapped her arm around Connor’s back to make sure he didn’t pull away. Slowly, the painful sensation dulled. “It’s okay.”
“Are you sure?” Connor asked.
“Yes. It’s okay.”
Connor began moving slowly. “How’s this feel?”
“It’s fine.”
Connor’s shifted his position slightly. “How about this?”
Dawn rolled her eyes. “Connor,” she said, slightly annoyed. “I said it’s fine.”
Connor shifted slightly again. Dawn was annoyed he kept moving when she was said she was fine. Suddenly, Connor settled and slid deeper into her again.
“Oh my god!” Dawn gasped.
Connor tried to suppress a slight look of pride. “Better?” he smiled as he began moving with her.
“Oh my god, yes,” Dawn sighed.
********
“Shit,” Faith growled as she flipped open her cell phone. “Yeah,” she answered it.
“You might want to come on back to HQ.” It was Lorne. “Our military-looking friend from the council is here.”
“Riley?” Faith said, slapping Billy’s hand away.
“Guess again,” Lorne said. “Graham Miller. You know him?”
“Heard of him. We got any Ben and Jerry’s in the fridge.”
“No, they’d be in the freezer, sweetie pie. But there’s about five of them.”
“I’m on my way,” Faith said, hanging up. She looked at Billy. “Pull your pants up, soldier boy. The only satisfaction I’m getting tonight is coming from a day’s worth of calories.”
Less than ten minutes later, Faith and Billy rolled through the front door of the hotel. “So how’d you get out?” Faith asked him.
“Eventually, the Serbians traded me for some of their guys,” Billy said.
The scene in the lobby was somewhat amusing. Spike was obviously still harboring hard feelings for the Initiative. He was glaring at Graham. Lorne had read enough on the Initiative in the Watcher’s files to be nervous. He was at the desk doing his best not to make eye contact with the soldier. Xander and Gretchen were chatting flirtatiously. Dawn was sitting on a bench. Her hair was wet. Coming down the stairs, Connor was in fresh clothes. His shoulder length hair was wet also.
Faith gave a giggle. She was pretty sure Connor and Dawn had showered so Spike wouldn’t pick up their scent on each other. Of course, both of them showering meant that not only Spike, but everyone in the lobby, suspected that they’d just had sex.
Still, the overall mood of the room was somber. “So what’s the story?” Faith asked.
“Two things,” Graham said. “Giles wants to know who your contact is.”
“Which contact? I have a few.”
“You know which contact,” Graham said. “The one you called Marius.”
“Marius?” Spike said. “We know a Marius?” He looked at Lorne who shook his head.
“I don’t know anyone named Marius,” Lorne said. “I know a Mario. Skarlok demon down on Santa Monica. Nice guy. Makes great stromboli if you don’t mind eating cat.”
Faith did her best to hide her apprehension. She’d have to stall long enough to think of a way out of this. “I’ll take you to Marius in a little bit. What about the guns and stuff? Where’d they come from?”
“Well, it’s Initiative equipment,” Graham said. “No doubt about that. But Riley and I don’t know where the weapons depots for this stuff are. We just assumed the military took it all back.”
“So you don’t know where it came from?” Xander said incredulously.
Graham stood for a moment, trying to think of a better way to phrase it. “No. We don’t know where it came from.”
“I do,” came a voice from the doorway. “I sent it.”
Everyone in the lobby looked up to see Faith’s contact “Marius.” Of course, no one in the room knew him as Marius. To Connor, Spike, and Billy, the man was a stranger. Gretchen, Lorne, and Graham knew him only from the files of the Watchers council. Dawn had been implanted with memories of him. Of the many people in the room, only Faith and Xander had actually experienced the horror that was Richard Wilkins III, former mayor of Sunnydale.
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