Please note in this story Dawn is 16 (17/18 whatever your local age of consent, she's it)
"Are you ok little bit?"
Dawn nodded, shifting a little under his weight.
"Yeah, it hurt a little"
"I know "Spike rubbed his aching temples. "Are you sure this was how you wanted it?"
Dawn looked around the darkness of the crypt, decked out tastefully with flowers and lighted candles. She leaned back on the soft thick mattress of Spike's four poster bed. "Better here than in some drunken jocks' car, fumbling for a condom on prom-night"
Spike laughed.
"And better with someone I cared about"
He smiled. Reaching under the bed he produced an ice bucket with two glasses and bottle of Dom Perrignon.
"Had a hell of time nicking this!" he proclaimed pouring a glass and handing it to her.
She laughed and drank deeply as he filled his.
"Spike, you're such a gentleman!"
"That's us Victorians for you" He lit a cigarette. "If I really was a gentleman I'd have refused like Xander and Giles did" He sipped his glass.
"If they could see us now?" Dawn wondered.
"Oh yeah, Xander would stake me until my ashes had ashes and Giles would spank you until you couldn't walk!"
"Who's to say I wouldn't like that?" she finished her drink as Spike spluttered. ""What was your first time like?"
"Actually it was with Drusilla" She looked at him, curious.
He shrugged. "I was a virgin when I died. Back in my day you were supposed to save yourself until your wedding night"
"Really?"
"Yeah. I mean that was the theory. No real contraception back then so having a fling was risky. Most guys went to prostitutes and got the clap but mother never approved so I didn't "
"What about the girls?"
"Let's just say it wasn't uncommon for the chambermaid to share her mistress' bed" He smiled at her expression of incredulity.
"Queen Vic never believed in lesbianism and if she said it didn't exist people could hardly say it was wrong. It was a different world back then, we used to be told that even masturbation would make you go blind"
She leaned over and lay on his chest. "Can we do it again?"
Spike doused his cigarette and rolled her over, stretching her hands behind her head until she arched her back towards him. She drew in a sharp breath as he poured the rest of his champagne onto her chest letting it trickle down across her stomach until it reached between her legs. He began to kiss her downwards with unspeakably cruel slowness, taking his time, lapping up every last drop of the precious wine.
Dawn closed her eyes in rapture.
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