fic - A Piece of Aphrodite
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spankerellatitle: A Piece of Aphrodite
collection: Hearts and Flowers and Stuff
rating: 18
author: echo
fandom/characters: BtVS/AB Dawn/Jason
disclaimer: Not mine. They belong to Joss Whedon and Laurell K Hamilton.
summary: Jason's been trying to be a gentleman. It's not really working out for him.
inspiration: "Blood Sugar Sex Magik" by the Red Hot Chili Peppers
AN: This was supposed to be part of the collection I was writing for Valentine's Day, but sickness and a bit of self pity kept me from finishing it before the day. Find the list of couples here:
http://spankerella.livejournal.com/314778.html
*~*~*
She was a couple of inches taller than him.
She always pointed that out. She always pointed out a lot of things. She was a pointer, this one. Jason swore to anyone who would listen that he didn't have feelings for the slayer's little sister, even to himself. Buffy eyed him so viciously that he said he was a monk as far as Dawn was concerned.
So why did he have this powerful urge to pull her off of the stage right now?
They were having an amateur night at Guilty Pleasures, and Faith had dared Dawn to. Buffy had been powerful angry, but Dawn WAS an adult. Plus Faith and Jason had tagged along to make sure she didn't get into any trouble... since Dawn and trouble tended to be like peanut butter and jelly. Two great tastes that apparently taste great together. Jason looked back up at the stage. Yep, definitely trouble. With a capital T that rhymes with D which stood for Dawn... who apparently could be a stripper if this watcher thing didn't pan out. Jason had no idea the girl could even move like that. Apparently Faith did though. She was watching the wolf out of the corner of her eye, sly smirk firmly in place.
"So how long you gonna sit back and let all these other dudes eye goodies that ought to be yours?"
Apparently that was all the spurring Jason's in-denial psyche needed. He was off his chair in an instant and removing his coat as he stormed the stage, Faith's laughter following him most of the way there. There was a bit of shouting as he actually move onto the actual stage until he was recognized.
"Jason." Dawn gasped right before he wrapped his coat around her and carted her backstage.
When he set her down, she slapped at his arms.
"What'd you do that for?" She snapped.
"Dawn, you just can't..."
"I can't what?" She eyed him. "You know for someone who insists that they don't like me that way, you sure did act jealous just now." She punctuated this by letting his jacket fall off of her a bit.
Against his better judgment, Jason's eyes wandered down. What had Faith called them? Goodies? Yeah, goodies. Goodies with little sequined pasties on them. With tassels. Sparkly goodies.
"You can be really sweet, you know, but if you aren't gonna lay some kind of claim to things, Jason, you can't just go around throwing jackets over me and stuff." She tried to brush past him.
Jason grabbed her arm and actually growled at her. Dawn blinked in surprise. She blinked in even more surprise when he leaned in and sniffed her hair. He ran his nose also her pulse, just inhaling.
"Just so we're clear, Dawn, this is me laying some sort of claim to things."
"Oh." She swallowed loudly. "I'll... I'll just go get my clothes."
"Don't bother." He whispered against the shell of her ear. "You won't need them."
*~*~*
end
collection: Hearts and Flowers and Stuff
rating: 18
author: echo
fandom/characters: BtVS/AB Dawn/Jason
disclaimer: Not mine. They belong to Joss Whedon and Laurell K Hamilton.
summary: Jason's been trying to be a gentleman. It's not really working out for him.
inspiration: "Blood Sugar Sex Magik" by the Red Hot Chili Peppers
AN: This was supposed to be part of the collection I was writing for Valentine's Day, but sickness and a bit of self pity kept me from finishing it before the day. Find the list of couples here:
http://spankerella.livejournal.com/314778.html
*~*~*
She was a couple of inches taller than him.
She always pointed that out. She always pointed out a lot of things. She was a pointer, this one. Jason swore to anyone who would listen that he didn't have feelings for the slayer's little sister, even to himself. Buffy eyed him so viciously that he said he was a monk as far as Dawn was concerned.
So why did he have this powerful urge to pull her off of the stage right now?
They were having an amateur night at Guilty Pleasures, and Faith had dared Dawn to. Buffy had been powerful angry, but Dawn WAS an adult. Plus Faith and Jason had tagged along to make sure she didn't get into any trouble... since Dawn and trouble tended to be like peanut butter and jelly. Two great tastes that apparently taste great together. Jason looked back up at the stage. Yep, definitely trouble. With a capital T that rhymes with D which stood for Dawn... who apparently could be a stripper if this watcher thing didn't pan out. Jason had no idea the girl could even move like that. Apparently Faith did though. She was watching the wolf out of the corner of her eye, sly smirk firmly in place.
"So how long you gonna sit back and let all these other dudes eye goodies that ought to be yours?"
Apparently that was all the spurring Jason's in-denial psyche needed. He was off his chair in an instant and removing his coat as he stormed the stage, Faith's laughter following him most of the way there. There was a bit of shouting as he actually move onto the actual stage until he was recognized.
"Jason." Dawn gasped right before he wrapped his coat around her and carted her backstage.
When he set her down, she slapped at his arms.
"What'd you do that for?" She snapped.
"Dawn, you just can't..."
"I can't what?" She eyed him. "You know for someone who insists that they don't like me that way, you sure did act jealous just now." She punctuated this by letting his jacket fall off of her a bit.
Against his better judgment, Jason's eyes wandered down. What had Faith called them? Goodies? Yeah, goodies. Goodies with little sequined pasties on them. With tassels. Sparkly goodies.
"You can be really sweet, you know, but if you aren't gonna lay some kind of claim to things, Jason, you can't just go around throwing jackets over me and stuff." She tried to brush past him.
Jason grabbed her arm and actually growled at her. Dawn blinked in surprise. She blinked in even more surprise when he leaned in and sniffed her hair. He ran his nose also her pulse, just inhaling.
"Just so we're clear, Dawn, this is me laying some sort of claim to things."
"Oh." She swallowed loudly. "I'll... I'll just go get my clothes."
"Don't bother." He whispered against the shell of her ear. "You won't need them."
*~*~*
end
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Date: 2007-02-26 04:58 am (UTC)You should warn me when naughty things that come out of your head to things to my nether regions.... ::blush::
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Date: 2007-02-26 05:28 am (UTC)I loved it and would be even more of a squeeing fangirl if you ever decided to write this pairing again!!
♥
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Date: 2009-12-18 04:13 am (UTC)I'll be in my bunk...
Great pairing. Excellent job!
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Date: 2009-12-18 09:06 am (UTC)no subject
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