“Graham, how are you set to take Eve to London?” Dawn asked as she entered the lobby.
“I’m better suited to take the mayor,” he answered coolly.
“The mayor is a source in an ongoing situation in L.A. Eve was useful only for intel on Wolfram & Hart, which is now all but defunct. She should be taken to London where we can pick her brain for any information she has on demons and former clients.”
“The mayor is a source in an ongoing situation in Chicago as well,” Graham shot back. “He’d be better protected in London.”
“But he might not cooperate with anyone but Faith.”
“The way things are going,” Xander said. “Faith’s going back to London, too.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Dawn said. “And I’m her watcher. So unless you want to call the whole crew back to London, we’re going to have to work this out here.”
Dawn turned and walked toward the bar, where Spike was downing Scotch. “Want to talk?”
“I needed a little break, but I’m five by five now.” Spike grimaced. “Can’t believe I said that. Anyway, why don’t you and Connor take a break? Me and Faith can watch this mayor.”
Dawn nodded. “That sounds okay.”
Spike headed back downstairs and told Connor he was off the clock. Spike sat in a chair opposite the cell and stared at Wilkins.
“So you arranged for us to get some alone time,” Faith smiled. “Just you, me, and a captive making phone calls. Kinky.”
“As if,” Spike said. “I want Dawn and Connor to get some time off together. If they’re shagging, I’ll know soon enough. And then, naturally, I’ll murder Connor.”
“My god you are pathetic. Dawn’s an adult, perfectly old enough to decide if she wants to have sex. And what happened to your sense of humor? And what is with this Dawn obsession? If you ask me, it borders on perverted.”
“You know what? Bugger this! I’m going to go get some pig’s blood and Weetabix.”
******
“Oh my god does that feel good,” Dawn moaned.
“You’re tense,” Connor said.
Dawn and Connor sat on her bed. His fingers slid across her back and settled in seemingly random spots. Then he pressed with them, deeply rubbing spots for nearly a minute. Then, his fingers would slide on.
“You should feel how many knots you have,” he said.
“Hang on.” Dawn quickly pulled off her shirt.
Connor’s fingers moved again, finding the tense spots in her back and rubbing them out.
“I am the luckiest girl on the planet. Everyone should have a Connor to take care of them.” Dawn turned around and faced Connor, wrapping her legs around his waist.
Connor hooked his arms under Dawn’s, reaching around to continue rubbing the knots out of her back.
“You should take your shirt off,” Dawn said nervously, pushing Connor back.
“Why? I can rub your back with-”
“We’re done with that now,” Dawn said, kissing him. She wasn't sure how to do this. “It’s like Faith says about guys,” she added, pulling his shirt off. Trying to sound sexy was so awkward. “Some times they’re the cowboy.” She unbuckled his pants. “And sometimes they’re the horse.”
Connor looked up at her blankly. Dawn couldn’t figure out if she thought it was cute or frustrating that Connor could be so clueless.
“Connor, we’re going to have sex,” she said smiling slightly and doing her best to keep from rolling her eyes.
“Oh!” Connor said, eyes going wide.
“And I’m going to be on top.”
Connor laughed and ran his hands through his hair. “Okay,” he said, still laughing. “I get it.”
“Good,” Dawn said, pulling Connor’s pants down. Less than a minute later, Dawn was lowering herself over Connor, sliding him into her. She moaned slightly as he slid deeper into her.
“Are you okay? You said it would only hurt you the first time.”
“I’m fine,” Dawn gasped. “You’re just so big.”
“Sorry.”
“Most guys take that as a compliment.”
“Not if it hurts you.”
“If you’re going to talk,” Dawn said as she began moving her body. “Talk dirty.”
“What?”
“Tell me what you want to do to me,” Dawn said as she continued moving on top of him.
“I want to have sex with you. I want to . . . to put my penis-”
“Call it a cock,” Dawn moaned.
“I want to put my cock inside you.”
“Deep inside me,” she moaned.
“Deep inside you,” Connor repeated.
“I want you to fuck me, Connor.” Dawn lowered her body over his. Her breast moved just inches over Connor’s mouth. “I want you to fuck me deep and coat my insides with your cum.”
Connor gasped as he began doing exactly that. Dawn felt self-conscious trying to talk dirty and Connor hadn’t known exactly what she was saying. But he did know it was the sexiest thing he’d ever heard.
Dawn grabbed Connor’s sides as she looked down at his thin yet toned chest. Connor instinctively moved his mouth up and sucked Dawn’s breast into his mouth. Dawn squeezed her legs around Connor more tightly and pulled up, keeping him deep inside her.
“Talk about relieving tension,” Dawn gasped as she flopped onto the bed next to Connor and pulled the covers over herself.
“I feel relaxed.” Connor rolled onto his side and looked at her. “But this is relaxing, too.”
“Laying down?”
“Looking at you.” Connor slid his hand under the covers and placed it on Dawn’s bare stomach.
“I like looking at you, too. You’re cute.”
“Nah,” he said with a slight grin. “I need a hair cut.”
“No,” Dawn said, brushing a long strand of hair from his face. “Hair down to the jaw line is the perfect length.” She felt the strand of hair between her fingers. “And the texture is perfect. I’d kill for hair like this.”
Dawn laid her hand on Connor’s chest and smiled. I can’t believe this she thought. I have a boyfriend. A boyfriend I have sex with. Who loves me and wants to be with me. Who likes looking at me.
“Dawn,” Connor said quietly, pulling Dawn from her reverie. “Are you . . . a key?”
Dawn looked into Connor’s eyes. She could see he was confused. More importantly, she could see that he cared for her. “Yes.”
“What does that mean?”
Dawn swallowed. “Well . . .”
*******
Connor was drying his hair again when he stepped into the kitchen. “Hey,” he said to Spike, who was sitting at a table. “Dawn wanted some juice.”
Spike looked up from his blood and Weetabix. “Showered again, did you? Sit down.” He pointed to a chair across from him. “I want to chat. About Dawn.”
Connor sat across from Spike and looked at him. “She talked to me. About being a key.”
“She told you that, huh? Well . . . she’s an adult, so . . . her choice.”
Spike looked down and played with the Weetabix a bit more. “I’m not going to tell you not to break her heart. No one can ever avoid that. Besides, everyone needs one good heartbreak. You’re not really a complete person without one. But that doesn’t mean you get to treat her badly. You treat her like a princess. From now to the day you break up.”
Connor wasn’t sure how to respond to this, so he just nodded. Suddenly, he turned his head, his eyes searching for something at the far end of the kitchen.
Spike stood. “I heard it, too.” Spike walked toward the end of the kitchen. “It’s not in the kitchen.”
“Down the hall,” Connor agreed.
Spike opened the door that lead to the hallway that snaked through the laundry rooms, boiler rooms, janitorial closets, and other service areas that made up the bowels of the Hyperion. “You smell that?”
“I smell someone,” Connor said.
“Billy,” Spike said bitterly. “BILLY!” he repeated loudly. “We know you’re down here, mate. Come on out.”
Billy’s footsteps echoed from one of the rooms, preceding him into the central hallway. “Hey,” he said. “Spear, right?”
“Spike,” the vampire answered. “What are you doing snooping around down here after Faith tossed your ass out?”
“She tossed me out of her room. I had a feeling she might want me to hang around the building. But with all the static upstairs, I kind of wanted to make myself scarce.”
Connor and Spike looked at each other suspiciously. “Static?” Spike asked.
“Yeah. After your friend Dawn took over, well . . .”
“Yeah?” Spike said.
“Just seemed like those guys, Graham and Xander, well . . . they didn’t like what they were hearing.”
Again, Spike and Connor looked at each other. Spike turned back to Billy and grabbed his arm. “You’re coming with us.”
********
“They’re all split up,” Graham whispered across the counter. “If we’re going to do this, we have to do it now.”
“I agree with you about how things are going here,” Xander whispered back. “But I’m not going to-”
“What are you two ponces planning?” Spike yelled across the lobby as he came up from the kitchen. He shoved Billy in front of him while Connor brought up the rear looking as menacing as he could manage with his 140 pound frame.
Xander looked up and frowned. Spike and Connor with their damn vampire hearing.
Graham quickly pulled out the tazer rifle he’d grabbed from the box of Initiative equipment and fired it at Spike. The vampire went down instantly.
Connor feinted left then charged the counter. Confused by Connor’s speed, Graham fired to his right, then caught a foot in the head as Connor kicked him on the way over the countered.
“I hate being tazered!” Connor shouted.
“Then I’m sorry,” Xander said as he slammed Connor in the chest with a hand held tazer.
Connor stumbled back, but caught his balance. Graham took aim with his rifle. Billy grabbed Graham and tried to pull him back. But while Billy had the training of an enlisted soldier, Graham had years of Special Forces training. Graham quickly threw Billy aside and fired, hitting Connor square in the back with a jolt with the powerful tazer rifle.
Lorne ran from a second floor room, where he was watching Eve, to balcony overlooking the lobby. Gretchen followed. “What is going on down there?”
Billy again charged Graham. Xander lunged forward and hit Billy with the tazer, dropping the man to the ground.
Gretchen looked at Xander with shock and anger in her eyes.
“Don’t move,” Xander said as Graham took aim at Lorne. He was hoping they could get out of this without actually zapping the demon.
“What?” Lorne said.
“We’re taking Wilkins back to London,” Graham answered, still training his weapon on Lorne.
Lorne’s eyes went wide. He opened his mouth, about to unleash a high note that would alert Dawn and Faith to danger. Gretchen found herself making the same decision as Xander had only moments ago. She had an instant to decide, but knew in the end there was no decision. The conflict had started and she could only take a side.
Gretchen slapped her hand against Lorne’s neck and squeezed. “Dormio!” she shouted. Lorne’s eyes rolled back and he collapsed to the ground. Gretchen stared at Graham and Xander in shock.
“Gretchen, I’m sorry,” Xander said. “I didn’t want to do this, but Spike found out what Graham wanted to do and pressed the issue.”
Gretchen nodded sadly. “Well . . . we’re in this far.”
“Hide the stunned bodies,” Graham instructed her. “Then keep watch at the front desk.”
*********
“No, I already know about that,” Richard said into the cell phone. “It’s been taken care of.” He listened further and his face went pale. “Thanks,” he said quickly, closing the phone and looking at Faith. “It’s the Markovics. They’re-”
“Just take it easy,” Graham said as he stepped down the stairs, aiming the tazer rifle at Faith.
“What?” Faith shouted angrily. “What the hell’s going on here?”
“Faith,” Xander said nervously. “Even you have to admit that your judgment is clouded when it comes to the mayor.”
“The Markovics are on their way!” the mayor interjected anxiously.
“Shut up!” Graham yelled.
“You’re not talking your way out of this,” Xander said. “Step to the back of the cage.”
Richard frowned. “Not until you- Aghhh!”
Graham fired the tazer and the mayor dropped. Xander grabbed the key to the cell, opened it, and pulled the mayor out. Graham shook his rifle, indicating Faith should get in the cell. Faith frowned, but complied.
Graham handed Xander his rifle and lifted the mayor. He started up the stairs. “My Jeep is out behind the garden.”
Xander couldn’t make eye contact with Faith as he closed the cell door. “Sorry.”
Graham and Xander came out of the stairwell into the lobby. “Any word from Giles?” Xander called.
Gretchen turned and began to speak the word no. Xander, seeing the red beam, tried to shout to duck or run or do anything. The bullet whizzed past, clipping Gretchen’s ear. The witch clapped her hand to the injured lobe and slid from the stool, flopping onto the floor.
Xander turned and fired his tazer rifle, knocking down the first vamp through the door. Graham dropped Richard and tackled Xander behind the counter as the room filled with the red beams of laser sights. Catching movement, the vampires opened fire and the room filled with shrapnel and sound of muffled automatic gunfire.
Upstairs, Dawn fought the impulse to run and instead slowly crept up to the edge of the balcony overlooking the lobby. She held out her hand and flung one of the gunmen across the room. Two more instinctively looked up and opened fire. Dawn dove away from the balcony as bullet holes ripped through the wall behind her.
Graham popped his head over the counter long enough to fire three rounds from his sidearm at a vampire. The slugs hit the Kevlar padding, barely even pushing the vamp back.
Xander leaned out from the side of the counter and fired the tazer rifle, downing one of the vamps. He popped back behind the counter. “They’re spreading out and flanking us. Your pistol’s no use. We have to get to the crate of Initiative gear.”
“Cover me,” Graham shouted. He jumped from the other side of the counter, firing at the vamps with his pistol. Graham dove behind the crate for cover. He felt a slug hit his left arm, but he managed to get out of the line of fire just in time to avoid being cut to bits from weapons fire. He reached into the crate and grabbed one of the rifles.
“Gretchen!” Graham yelled, chucking a tazer rifle in the general direction of the counter. Graham tossed one more, presumably for Xander, before taking one for himself. He moved back from the crate and prepared to bolt for cover again when a vampire appeared in front of him. Graham, sliding on his back toward the counter, fired the tazer rifle and downed the vamp. Another vamps stood just behind the one Graham downed.
Graham frantically pressed the trigger of his rifle but it hadn’t recharged. Gretchen rose from behind the counter and took aim at the vamp with Graham in his sights. “Gretchen, get down!” Xander yelled as the red dot appeared at her blonde temple.
All three weapons seemed to discharge simultaneously. The first vamp opened fire, shredding Graham’s chest. Gretchen’s tazer rifle nailed the vamp and he collapsed onto the dying soldier. A shot sped from across the room, nailing Gretchen in the temple. Blood and brains shot out the other side of her head and sprayed the office window as she slumped from the stool to the ground.
“Anton, plant the bomb,” a voice called. “One behind the counter and one downstairs.”
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