Even now, Andrew shivered to think of what he had experienced with her in the bed that day. She was a goddess, and damn if she wasn't his goddess. How in the world this had happened, he wasn't sure, and he kept expecting to wake up and find that it had all been merely the best dream of his life, but for the time being, he'd decided just to go with it. He was the happiest he'd ever been, his only discomfort being the soreness in his muscles that, given its source, he didn't mind in the least. Feeling achy because he'd spent all day having amazing sex with a really hot girl was certainly not something he was about to even begin to complain about.
The hot girl in question was sitting across from him on the living room floor, the leftovers and snacks they'd managed to find in the kitchen laid out between them. They'd showered when they'd finally made it out of the bed, and Dawn's hair was freshly-dried, making Andrew long to run his fingers through the silky strands again. She'd put on one of his shirts and had left the top few buttons undone to reveal to him the top of her breasts with the tiny silver key he'd given her the night before nestled between them. Her impossibly long legs were left bare, and Andrew couldn't help but remember how good they'd felt wrapped around his waist.
A tremor ran through his body. Maybe he wasn't quite as spent as he'd thought…
"Whatcha thinkin'?" Dawn asked him before popping a grape in her mouth. "Your eyes got kinda glazy."
"I was checking you out," Andrew answered honestly.
"Yeah?" Another grape. "Like what you see?"
"Best damn view in the world," Andrew said with a chuckle. "You're just… God, I am so freaking lucky."
Dawn giggled. She loved having this effect on him, loved putting that look in his eyes. She'd never felt quite as confident as she did right then, as she found there was nothing quite like being truly desired. She had this man completely wrapped around her finger, and it gave her such a heady rush of power. She felt nothing like the awkward girl she was used to being and everything like the attractive, strong woman he said she was.
"Let's stay in all day tomorrow, too," Dawn said. "I don't want to go anywhere."
"One of us is going to have to leave at some point," Andrew said. "We're, um, gonna run out of condoms soon. I guess I should've gotten the bigger box."
"Not very good planning there," Dawn teased, the corner of her lip twitching up.
"I wasn't feeling particularly confident," Andrew replied. "I was more thinking we'd have sex once, I'd mess it up really bad, and you'd never speak to me again."
"I told you that wasn't going to happen."
"I know, but…" Andrew sighed. "First times can be really big flops."
Dawn frowned slightly. "What was yours like?"
Andrew blushed and turned away. "You don't really want to hear it."
"Then I wouldn't have asked. And I swear, I'm not going to judge you over it," Dawn said. "I just want to know."
"Fine." Andrew sighed. "I'd, um, done stuff before, but um, well…never with a girl. And this, it was right after the whole thing with the First, and everything was kinda, well, you were there. You know."
"That whole 'Wow, we didn't die' mixed with 'So what the hell do we do now?' vibe?" Dawn supplied.
"Yeah, that. And I was sorta, freaked out, I guess. I'm not even sure how it happened, but I ended up sleeping with one of the new Slayers." He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "She was a virgin, too, neither one of us had a clue what we were doing, and it was just…not good. Afterwards, she burst into tears, and I felt like total crap. I tried to talk to her the next day, but she told me that it had been one of the biggest mistakes of her life and she wanted me to stay away from her so she could do her best to forget the whole thing."
He was quiet for a little while after that, but Dawn could tell he was trying to get up the nerve to say something else, so she waited until he finally spoke again. "She came and found me a couple of weeks later though, and told me she thought she might be pregnant. It turned out to be a false alarm, but it was just…way high on the sexual disaster scale."
"Wow. No wonder you were all paranoid about last night," Dawn said after a moment.
Andrew nodded, his eyes directed down to the floor. "You were the first virgin I'd been with since her. I didn't want to make any of those mistakes again."
Dawn reached out and put her hand on his leg. "You didn't. Last night was wonderful, and I don't regret a moment of it. And hey, that other time—you were a virgin, too. Of course you didn't know what to do. So don't beat yourself up about it. You certainly know what you're doing now."
Andrew glanced up at her. "You might just think that because you don't have anyone to compare me to, you know."
Dawn frowned, annoyed. "That is not true. You're not bad in bed, Andrew. I mean, hell, Caprice and Isabella were all over you, and they're total ho bags, so I'm sure they had plenty of other men to compare you to. And me, well, yeah, you're the only guy I've ever been with, but I still know what feels good to me. And everything you've done has felt really, really good. I’m not faking those screaming orgasms, buddy."
"Didn't think you were," Andrew said with a tiny smile. "I doubt you'd want to fake over and over again for hours on end."
"You see!" Dawn exclaimed. "We've had sex for hours and I've had so many orgasms I've lost count. If that's bad sex, then I think good sex would kill me." She paused and a wicked grin crossed her face. "But you know, if you're really worried that I can't know if you're good unless I've got a comparison, then maybe I should go out and find someone else—see how you 'measure up.'"
Dawn gasped when suddenly she was pinned down to the carpet, Andrew's lips hard on hers as he kissed her until she was nearly breathless. Dawn thrilled at his sudden possessive streak, and when he finally broke away all she could do was pant, "Bedroom. Now."
Andrew had no protests, his erection finding new life. He stood up and took her hand, pulling her to her feet before leading her quickly back to the bed. He pulled his t-shirt over his head and reached for the button of his jeans, but when Dawn started to take off the shirt she was wearing, he shook his head. "Leave it."
Dawn arched an eyebrow, but the way Andrew was looking at her hungrily made her decide to go along. She'd heard before that guys got turned on by women wearing their clothes, and apparently it was true—as weird as it seemed.
Andrew joined her on the bed and scooted Dawn up so her head was resting on the pillows. He then reached under the shirt and took hold of her skimpy, pink silk panties and slid them down her legs to uncover the one place in the world he most wanted to be. Entranced by the sight of her already so wet for him, he bent down and lapped at her pussy with his tongue a moan escaping from him at the taste of her. Dawn cried out in surprise and pleasure and writhed against his mouth until Andrew moved back up her body, rising up above her.
She was panting beneath him, her skin flushed. Andrew felt a sudden surge of manliness, knowing that he could bring Dawn to this state over and over again doing wonders for his sense of pride. He leaned over her and grabbed a condom off the nightstand, pulling away from her just long enough to roll it on before he was hovering above her again.
"Do you want me, Dawn?" he asked, his voice taking on a rough quality that Dawn wasn't used to, but that made her shiver all the same.
"Yes…" she moaned as she pushed her hips up.
"Tell me. Tell me you want me."
"I want you," Dawn replied, her voice thick with the desire she was professing. "I want you inside me. Now, Andrew…"
He trembled at her words before he slid inside of her and filled her with a powerful thrust. Dawn cried out his name and her legs came up to encircle his hips. Andrew pushed in and out of her a few times, but he wanted more, wanted to fill her completely, to touch every part of her. He hooked her knees under his elbows and bended her legs up, folding her almost in half as he pushed all the way inside.
Dawn's eyes widened and she gasped as he bottomed out inside of her. "Oh god…oh god, oh god…" She moaned over and over again and reached up to grab hold of him, her fingernails scoring his upper arms.
Andrew hissed a little at the pain of her nails, but it soon faded into the mix of sensations he was feeling as everything became pleasure. He tried to control his movements, to vary the speed and length of his thrusts to bring her over the edge. He wanted to feel her spasm around him, to know he could and did bring her pleasure.
"Andrew…oh, fuck, baby…harder…"
His control snapped the moment those words were out of her mouth. Even after as many times as they'd done this that day, Dawn had never sounded quite like that before. He began to thrust wildly, bending her legs up and apart further. Beneath him, Dawn shook, the sounds that came from her almost animalistic. He felt the moment her orgasm hit, heard her scream, and he let go, releasing into her hot, welcoming body.
A moment later, he collapsed on top of her, dropping her legs and letting them fall bonelessly to the mattress.
"Now see," Dawn said after a moment, panting to catch her breath. "That has to be good sex."
"Uh huh," Andrew agreed. He pressed a kiss against her jawbone, closing his eyes and breathing in the scent of her as he did. He wanted to stay there, in her arms, embedded in her warmth, but he reluctantly pulled out, knowing he needed to dispose of the condom.
"We need to move the trashcan closer to the bed," he muttered as he got up and went to the one in the bathroom. Dawn chuckled at his comment, then turned on her side and watched him through the bathroom open door.
Andrew looked back towards her, a smirk on his face. "If Buffy came home and saw this trashcan, she'd kill me."
Dawn laughed. "Hopefully she'll call to give us a heads-up, and we can get the trash out." Suddenly, Dawn's laughter faded, and she frowned. "Or, y'know, call at all. I wish she'd at least check in."
Andrew went back to the bed and gathered Dawn in his arms. "She'll call. She's probably just caught up in battling some sort of nasty. Can't exactly fight demons while you're chatting on the phone."
Dawn giggled at the image of Buffy, sword in one hand and phone in the other as she fought off some big, slimy demon. "No, I guess you can't." She rolled further into his arms. "You make feel incredible. I want to make sure you know that. I didn't…I didn't think the sex would be bad, or even just okay, but I didn't expect this either. I wasn't expecting it to really be so, well, wild. You drive me crazy, Andrew—and in a totally good way."
Andrew pressed his lips against her forehead for a moment and savored the warmth of her skin before he spoke. "I've never been like this with anyone else. I'm usually nervous the whole time, always so afraid that I'll do something that'll upset whoever I'm with. But when I'm with you, I just…" He gave her a small, crooked smile. "You drive me crazy in the good way, too."
Dawn kissed his neck as she began to run her hands down his chest, feeling him tremble under her touch. "I feel like I could never get enough of you."
He cupped her cheek, guiding her to pull away enough that he could look at her face. "I know I could never get enough of you, Dawn. And not just this. All of you. I could never get enough of just looking into your eyes."
The emotion in his voice was raw, and it made her tremble. How could he think that she'd ever want to walk away from this? He treated her like she was something precious, looked at her like she was his world. How could she ever find anyone else who made her feel so warm and treasured? She didn't think she could, nor did she even want to try. She may not have ever had a relationship before, but she'd seen enough bad ones to know that when something like this came along, you had to hold on to it as tightly as you could and not let go. Love was too hard to find to ever reject it.
She pulled him to her, kissed him with everything she had, and hoped that he could feel what she couldn't seem to convince him of with words alone.
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