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All She Needs

Title: All She Needs
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Character/Pairing: Spike/Dawn
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge/Prompt: nekid_spike Nekid Numbers: Spike/Dawn + Bat
Warning(s): AU
Word Count: 1,214
Date Written: 24 October 2017
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Whedon, not the author, and are used without permission.





She tenses, hearing laughter just outside the cemetery. “What’s wrong, Nibblet?” Spike asks her gently, his arm pulling her closer still. “You know those kids?”

“Yeah,” she answers truthfully, and the expression that escapes her control tells him that she knows them too well.

“I could give ‘em a scare for you, luv.”

“No.” She shakes her head. “That . . . won’t be necessary.”

“They pick on you a lot, Dawnie?”


“Better me than their other targets. At least I can take it.”

He turns his head and presses a kiss across her soft, brown hair. “You shouldn’t have to,” he says, his voice nearing a growl. “I know what it’s like to be teased,” he admits, surprising her. “Let me put a stop to it.”

She grins up at him suddenly. “If they saw me with you,” she confesses, “that would put a stop to all the teasing.” She shakes her head, realizing several truths for the first time. “But I don’t have to prove anything to them. Let them call me weird because I don’t hang out with them, I hang out with people twice my age -- “

“Or, what, twenty times?” he teases gently, smirking down at her.

She glowers up at him. “You’re not that old. But the thing is,” she continues, settling back down into his arms, “I’m happy with my life the way it is -- I mean, for the most part. Of course it would be nice to walk with you in the sunshine instead of always being in the moonlight or to hold hands in front of them -- hmph,” she grins, her brown eyes lighting up at a thought, “or to be kissed by you in front of them. Lord knows that would make me the envy of them all. But I don’t need any of that.”

“It doesn’t mean you wouldn’t want it,” he murmurs.

“It’d be nice,” she agrees, “but it’s not necessary. I’m happy the way we are. I’m glad you chose me over my sister, even if it pissed her off. I’m . . . honored you did. You make me feel like the most special girl in the world, and it doesn’t matter if they never know how special I am in a good way.”

She shrugs. “So I hang out in cemeteries. So I’m in love with a man they’ll never get to meet, who’s ten times my senior. So my sister’s the Slayer.” Her voice drops to a hushed whisper. “So I was never meant to be a real person. I was supposed to be some cosmic door key instead.

“I am real,” she states defiantly, lifting her chin. “I am lucky. I am loved. I’ve got it so much better than most of the other kids in my class will ever have it -- or will ever know! They’ll never feel the happiness I have every night with you. They’ll never get to feel the love.

“I hope they do find love. Most of them have never had any kind of love. A lot of their parents are like Xander’s. That’s why they pick on people around them, why they can use that to convince themselves that they’re better than me or one of the other kids in our class. If they had the real thing, they’d be so happy they wouldn’t be picking on anyone, and everybody deserves to be loved. Everybody just doesn’t get it.”

She pauses, watching a bat fly by over their heads. If it wasn’t Halloween night, she might consider that the bat could be a foe, perhaps Dracula or another ancient Vampire, but it’s Halloween. Most “monsters” are keeping things down low. Most are like Spike tonight and don’t want to venture too far from their crypts.

In her younger years, she used to look forward to Halloween. She’d dress as something different every year and always wanted to either go to somebody else’s party or host her own. This year, however, she isn’t interested in parties nor is she dressed as anything besides herself. Her lips twist into a wry grin as she considers that the monks had originally thought that this body they gave her would be a costume of a kind.

Spike lowers his head and kisses her shoulder. “You always have been wiser than your years,” he comments.

“Nah. I just had plenty of times to think about things while I was shining somewhere up there.” She gazes up at the vast, night sky. They can always see so many more stars from this position in the cemetery than they ever can in the rest of town.

“You sure you don’t want me to at least scare them?” Spike asks as the giggling beyond the cemetery grows higher again in pitch and volume.

“Nah.” Dawn wriggles her nose. “I don’t want you moving from right here.” She turns in his arms so that she’s facing him. “I want your full attention,” she tells him, gazing into his eyes, “right here, right now.”

He grins. “You already have it, luv.” He reaches up and strokes her cheek with one palm while threading his fingers through her long, brown hair. “You know that,” he adds.

“And that’s also why I know,” she confesses, “that I am the luckiest girl in the world, no matter what they or anybody else thinks.” She slides down so that she’s straddling his lap and presses her lips to his. He lets her lead, deepening their kiss and sliding her tongue up into his mouth. His hands keep caressing her, and as always, he doesn’t push her. He’s learned his lessons, and although she may think she’s the luckiest girl in the world, he knows he’s the luckiest guy to have her love and even just to have her in his life. He shows her that now with every kiss, every lick, every nibble, every stroke until he has her sighing joyously and dreamily in his arms.

He doesn’t watch the stars in the night sky. He has no need of them, after all. She is all he needs, all he still desires, and the only stars he needs are already smiling in her eyes. But maybe next Halloween, he’ll take her out. He’ll parade her through town. Then all of Sunnydale will know she’s his. He’s never been prouder, more in love, or happier.

She grins at him as she lifts her lips from his for a moment of oxygen. “Who needs a party?” she mumbles.

“Do you want one -- “

“No!” she answers immediately. Grinning up at him and tugging his arms and jacket closer around her, she asks, “Spike, when are you going to learn? You’re all I want!”

“And you’re all I want too, Nibblet,” he declares. She sighs in ecstasy as he nibbles her neck. She won’t ask him tonight, but there will come a time when she does ask him to make it so that she can stay with him forever. Other girls her age are so busy worrying about dates for the prom, trying to cover pimples, or freaking out if they fail a test or cheerleader tryouts, but Dawn doesn’t need any of that. She has all she needs right here, right now with him, and she plans to keep it that way forever!


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