Her stomach was tied up in knots, but she noted with some surprise that it wasn't from nervousness. She trusted Andrew and knew he'd do everything he could to make the night special for her. What she felt now was excitement. She was ready for this. She was ready to become a woman.
She turned when she heard the knock on her bedroom door, and a smile crossed her lips as she walked across the room to open it. Andrew's eyes widened as he saw her, his gaze traveling from her loose, gold-kissed hair, to the front of her low-cut black dress, right down her long, firm legs. He smiled when he saw her feet. "Thanks for going with the flats," he told her with a soft chuckle.
"I thought you'd appreciate that," Dawn replied. She reached out and straightened his bowtie, happy to see that he had worn the tux, just like she'd not-so-subtly requested earlier that day. If he'd worn it for Caprice and Isabella, then she thought he should for her, too. It was only fair.
"And you look absolutely amazing," Andrew added. "Really, just…wow. Stunning."
Dawn smiled. "You, do, too." She winked. "Way sexier than Bond."
"Well, that probably does close the book on the question of whether or not you're with me just 'cause you're insane, but I'm going to go with it," Andrew said with a smirk. "Are you about ready to go?"
"Yep. Just let me get my purse." Dawn started to walk off when Andrew took hold of her wrist and gently pulled her back. She gave him a slight look of confusion before he turned her around, lifted her hair up, and draped a thin chain around her neck, clasping it in the back. Dawn looked down as she felt her hair fall back around her shoulders and inspected the silver charm that now rested between her breasts.
Her lips curved in a tiny smile as she saw the small, delicate key dangling with a small heart-shaped padlock. She turned to Andrew, his hands shoved in his pockets as he rocked slightly on his heels.
"I saw it today when I was out."
"You went to get groceries," Dawn pointed out.
"I passed a jewelry store. Do…do you like it?" He waited nervously for her answer, worried that she would associate it too much with the negative things related to her being the Key and be upset with him for giving it to her.
She didn't. Instead, she leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. "I love it. It's beautiful."
Andrew let out the deep breath he'd been holding. "I'm glad."
Dawn gave his hand a quick squeeze before she pulled away. "Let me get my purse."
Andrew nodded as he stood back and waiting for her.
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Dinner had been nice and romantic, just the way Dawn had thought it would be. Andrew had been a perfect gentleman, and the excitement fluttering around inside of her had only grown as the evening progressed, further enforcing her belief that this was what she should be doing, that it was the correct decision to make. She knew that this change in their relationship could probably be classified as "sudden," but she didn't think that really mattered. Not when everything felt so right.
After they'd finished eating, Andrew had taken her dancing, surprising her at just how well he could actually move. She knew he'd spent a good bit of time out since they'd left Sunnydale, but she hadn't known that he could actually do more than that little foot shuffle/sway men tended to call dancing.
It made her want him more. His body was moving fluidly with hers, and Dawn felt her temperature rising, and she wanted them to be doing a different sort of dance—one that involved fewer people around and a lot less in the way of clothes. She leaned in to speak to him, her mouth pressed against his ear. "Let's go home."
Andrew swallowed, Dawn's words making him falter for a step before he fell back into the rhythm. "Are…are you sure? It's not all that late, we could still…"
Dawn pulled back slightly to look into his eyes. "Yes, I'm sure. I'm ready for this."
Andrew clenched his fists, his palms growing sweaty. Dawn seemed so sure about this, but he kept playing through his mind the million ways this could all go very, very wrong. He knew firsthand that a bad sexual experience could really muck things up, and he was afraid he'd fall short of her expectations and it would ruin this tentative thing they had building.
The music was loud around them, and Andrew took her hand, stopping for his coat and her purse before leading her out of the club where they could talk with better ease. He stopped with her standing in front of him, and his eyes traveled the length of her black silk encased body. She was absolutely gorgeous, and while his mind may have been warning him of all the dangers that could lie ahead, his body was screaming at him to move forward. Dawn was several classes above any other woman he'd ever had more than a passing acquaintance with, and he knew without a doubt that he'd never get anyone even close to as good as her ever again.
He took a deep breath, steeling himself. "We don't have to go back to the apartment yet. There's…there's other things we can do."
Dawn looked at him with her big blue eyes, her full lips forming a pout that made Andrew's blood directly rush south. "I want to go back to the apartment."
His body promptly squelched his mind's warnings as he pulled her into his arms and kissed her with a passion that surprised Dawn for a moment before she gave into it, her eyes closing as she kissed him in return, her hands clutching his back. She sighed against his lips, losing herself in the moment.
"Well, lookie at what we have here. A couple of lovebirds for dinner. My favorite."
Dawn and Andrew pulled apart quickly, finding themselves standing beside a pair of vampires, their demon faces already brought forward. Dawn cut a quick glance at Andrew. "Did we somehow get sucked back into Sunnydale when I wasn't looking, cause this just screams 'Hellmouth luck.'"
"Somehow it wouldn't surprise me," Andrew replied. He reached into his jacket and pulled out two stakes, handing one to Dawn. "Here."
The vampires started for a second at the sight of the stakes before chuckling. "Hey, they're gonna try to fight back," one said. "That's so cute."
"Yeah, you're dust is going to be just adorable," Dawn snarked back, stake raised.
The vampire who had been doing the talking charged then, but missed Dawn by a second as she stepped back. She spun back around and took advantage of the vampires surprise to kick him forward towards Andrew.
Andrew held out his hand, stake pointed out as the vampire fell, and angled it so the demon's body weight pushed it down onto the piece of wood. A look of surprise appeared on his face right before he burst into dust.
"Hey!" the vamp who had until then been silent yelled. "That's not what you're supposed to do! You're supposed to get eaten!"
"I take back my earlier comment," Dawn said, shaking her hair out of her eyes. "These guys are even dumber than Hellmouth vamps."
The remaining vampire roared at that and charged much as his former companion had. Dawn moved towards him with her stake only to stumble just enough on a crack in the sidewalk to slow her movements, letting the vampire get a hold of her. She cried out as his fangs pierced her neck, her blood flowing into his waiting mouth.
He didn't get much of a meal. The sight of the vampire attacking Dawn made something inside of Andrew snap and he moved faster than he remembered moving before, grabbing the vampire off of his date and staking him before his yellow eyes had a second to blink.
Dawn's hand went to her neck, her breaths coming quickly. "Ow."
"How bad is it?" Andrew asked, even as he was pulling her hand away to inspect the damage himself.
"I'll live," Dawn said with a slight wince. "I just need to get home so I can patch this up."
"Yeah. Here." Andrew reached into his pocket, pulling out a handkerchief. "Keep this against it." Dawn nodded, wadding the fabric up and pressing it hard against her neck.
Neither of them said anything on the way back to the apartment. "I'll get the vamp bite kit," Andrew said as they walked inside, keeping his head down as he went to the bathroom to get the kit from under the sink.
Dawn waited for him on the couch, her hand still at her neck, the wound covered with the now red-stained handkerchief. Andrew was by her side soon, and he wiped the gash with an antiseptic pad before covering it with a gauze bandage. When he was done, he set the kit on the coffee table before leaning back against the couch, facing forward. "I'm sorry."
Dawn turned towards him, frowning slightly. "Sorry? For what?"
"That wasn't how I wanted tonight to be," he said. "I…I wanted it all to be special for you, and instead I bring you outside in the middle of the night to get bitten by a vampire."
"This wasn't your fault," Dawn said quickly, her hand against his leg. "And you handled it very well. You had stakes—which I didn't even think about—and then, well, you saved me, Andrew. That one had me, and you saved me."
Andrew turned to look at her. "I didn't think…he just had you, and I…"
Dawn pressed her finger against his lips. "Shh…just let me…thank you properly." A slow smile crossed her lips, and before Andrew had a chance to say anything, she was straddling his lap, her mouth moving against his. He couldn't form a protest with her like this, the feel of her all he could concentrate on.
He was panting when she finally broke away, his body already trembling with desire. "Take me to bed," she whispered breathlessly.
It was easy to forget for a moment, looking at her kiss-swollen lips and hooded eyes, that she was new at this. She looked so…womanly.
Andrew eased her off his lap even as his body screamed for more contact. They stood together, and he stilled for a moment as he wondered if he should try carrying her into the bedroom but deciding he'd probably just end up dropping her and ruining this before it even began. So instead, he took her hand and walked with her into the darkened room.
Moonlight trickled in from the window and the bed. Andrew stopped, swallowing hard. He wondered for a moment how he could manage to be both that nervous and that hard at the same time, but he figured it just must be the crazy effect Dawn had on him.
Still, this was it. If they went much further, there wouldn't be any turning back, and Dawn would be giving him something that he couldn't return, no matter what the morning brought. He would be her first. Always.
"Dawnie, are you sure you…" His voice trailed off as he turned his head and saw that she seemed to have lost her dress while he was thinking. She was only covered now by two pieces of black lace, one cupping her full breasts and the other keeping her lower curls just out of view. The silver key he'd given her earlier in the evening dangled tantalizingly right above her cleavage, and Andrew's eyes zeroed in on the sight, all thoughts leaving his mind.
"I'm sure," Dawn said in answer to his unfinished question. She toed off her shoes before she backed up to the bed and climbed on. She laid on her back and propped herself on her elbows. With a seductive smile that belied her seventeen years, Dawn crooked her finger at Andrew.
His hands shook as he reached up to undo his bowtie, the small piece of fabric suddenly seeming way too restrictive. Dawn watched him with unabashed hunger in her eyes as Andrew moved on to his shirt, his fingers shaking as he struggled with the buttons.
If he didn't know any better, he'd think he was the virgin in the room…
He'd only gotten two buttons open when Dawn crawled down the bed towards him. She reached out and took hold of Andrew by his belt loops and pulled him closer until he was standing right at the edge of the bed. "You're taking too long," she said as she rose up on her knees and brought her face up to his. She pushed his hands away from his shirt and made quick work of the buttons herself.
Once she had his shirt open, Dawn pulled it out from his pants then pushed it down off his shoulders, baring his chest to her. Andrew's slight blush was hidden in the shadows of the room. Dawn was incredible, her body everything that could possibly fuel his young fantasies, and he was…well, less than perfect. He'd never been able to keep from being at least slightly embarrassed when he was undressed around her, knowing she had to be noting his faults. She was settling with him…
If Andrew could've read Dawn's mind, he may not have felt quite so self-conscious. She wasn't in the least turned off by his appearance, but was instead thinking about just how much she wanted this—wanted him. She trusted Andrew with her body and her heart, and had no doubt in her mind that however things went that night that Andrew would be considerate of her, would make sure that she felt cared for instead of used.
She cupped his face, and smiled softly at the way he automatically nuzzled his cheek against her hand. Her eyes fell on his lips and she licked her own, needing to taste him. Dawn tugged Andrew forward and kissed him hard, thrilling at the head rush it gave her.
Soon, she was guiding him down to the bed with her, and Andrew went willingly, his body now covering hers. He kicked off his shoes and socks as Dawn continued to kiss him, only breaking for air when it was absolutely necessary.
The more she touched him, the more Andrew felt his trepidation being replaced by desire, Dawn not failing to enflame him, even in her inexperience.
Her hands traveled to his pants, and her long fingers worked the buttons open and the zipper down. Andrew groaned against her lips as her hand reached inside his boxers and found his cock to pump the already almost impossibly-hard organ. Much more of that and Andrew knew this would be over embarrassingly quickly, so he pulled her hand up and pinned it with its partner above her head, ignoring her muffled protest against his mouth. Instead, he dipped his free hand inside of her panties and stroked her until her attention was on what he was doing to her instead of what she wanted to do to him.
He needed to make her come now, before he lost himself completely, had to ensure that her first time involved at least one orgasm on her end. Once he was actually inside her, he didn't know how things would go, since he knew there would be pain for her and, well, he was realistic enough to know there was a good chance he'd lose it very quickly given how tight she was sure to be. He moved down her body, kissing her abdomen as he went, smiling to himself as Dawn shivered in anticipation.
Her legs parted for him without hesitation as he slipped her panties down and off and dropped them to the ground. Andrew settled himself between her spread legs and parted her folds with his fingers before he reached out with his tongue, to taste her. Dawn whimpered, her hips thrusting slightly, and Andrew felt encouraged, licking her again.
"Andrew…" Dawn moaned, the sound of his name coming from her like that making him shiver. "More…please…more…"
Spurred on by her fevered request, Andrew gave her what she asked for and moved his tongue against her in earnest as he slipped a finger knuckle-deep into her hot channel. His cock twitched as he thought about what it would be like to truly be inside her, and he doubled his efforts to bring her to climax.
Dawn gave in completely to the sensations Andrew was creating in her. She closed her eyes tight, focusing on what she was feeling. The pleasure was spiraling inside of her, bringing her towards a place that Andrew had been the one to introduce her to. And god, he was taking her there again… She panted and moaned, writhed against his mouth, until the tension inside her broke and she screamed her pleasure.
It wasn't until she came back down that she realized she'd been holding Andrew in place, her hands gripping tightly to his ears. He rubbed them as he sat up, and Dawn blushed slightly. "I didn't, um…smother you or anything, did I?"
Andrew wiped the back of his mouth with his hand. "No. I…I was glad to see you liked it."
"I did," Dawn told him with a small smile. "Very much." She sat up, unhooked her bra, and let it drop to the ground.
Andrew's eyes went straight to her breasts and he sucked in a deep breath. He'd seen them before—touched them before—but everything seemed different now, as if he were experiencing it all for the first time. "Dawn…god you're just so beautiful…" His words sounded lame to his own ears, a weak description of what he was seeing, what he was feeling, but it was all he could manage.
Dawn trembled at the thick emotion in his voice. No one had ever looked at her like the way he was now—no one had ever desired her the way he did. "I want you," she said, her words barely above a whisper.
Andrew moved back over her, guiding her down to the mattress as he kissed her, his desire beginning to overtake his nervousness. Dawn pushed his pants and boxers off with her feet as her hands caressed his back and arms, a desperate need to feel every bit of her skin covered with his taking hold.
For his part, Andrew had to have her right then. "Dawnie, I need…"
Before he could finish, she was reaching over to the nightstand, grabbing the condom she'd set there before they'd left for dinner. She handed it to him, not a trace of uncertainty in her eyes as she did.
Andrew took the foil packet from her and opened it with trembling hands. He pulled up enough to roll the condom over his length before he was above her again, propped up on his arms. He looked down at her, a lump forming in his throat. How could he honestly be getting this, be getting her?
He decided now wasn't the time to analyze it. She was a beautiful woman, and for reasons completely beyond his comprehension, she wanted him. He reached between their bodies and took hold of his cock, guiding it to her entrance. His eyes locked with hers and he hesitated, the gravity of the moment seeming to freeze him in place.
"I love you, Dawn."
"I love you, too, Andrew. I love you so much…"
With the words spoken, he began to slide inside of her. Hr stopped when he had no more than the tip in and gritted his teeth. She was even tighter than he'd thought she would be, and even hotter as well. It was almost too much and he held his breath, willing himself to hold on, not to ruin this by letting it end before it even began.
When he felt that he had himself under control, he pushed in further, only to stop abruptly at Dawn's sharp intake of breath. "Are…are you okay?" he asked.
"I'm fine," Dawn said, nodding. She could feel herself stretching around him, the sensation of being full there something new to her, but she didn't want to stop. "You…you can keep going."
Andrew moved forward again, and this time Dawn cried out as he broke through her barrier, and her fingernails embedded themselves in his upper arms. Andrew ignored the pain her nails brought him, focused instead on Dawn. He'd known this was going to happen, but now that he was living it, he felt guilty, knowing he probably shouldn't have done this to her. She was wincing beneath him, her brow creased, and he started to pull out when her legs came up to lock behind his hips.
"Don't you dare…" she ordered, managing to sound commanding even with a tremor in her voice,
"I'm hurting you," Andrew pointed out. "I…"
"I'm okay," Dawn said. "Trust me, I've been in way more pain than this." And she had. There had been a sharp stab as he'd pierced her, and the sudden movement of her legs to keep him in place hadn't helped matters, but the pain was already fading, being replaced by the pleasure of having him inside. It was a small price to pay for getting to be so intimately connected to the man she loved…
"Still, I…"
Dawn silenced him when she pulled his mouth to hers and kissed him hard. Andrew groaned against her, his hips moving again as he lost his focus on anything but how good she felt. Soon, Dawn was moving with him, her pelvis thrusting along with his as they fell into a natural rhythm.
Andrew tried to hold back, but she was wrapped around him so tightly, fitting him better than anything he'd ever known. He tried closing his eyes, hoping he could gain control if he wasn't looking at the tantalizing image her nude, flushed body presented him with, but she was assaulting his every sense, surrounding him. With a strangled cry and then a shout of her name, he came, shuddering above her before he collapsed against her breast.
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