New Fic

[cornerofmadness]

I did manage to get one last holiday fic done (better late than never) and it is the first in mysmut_69  series. So happy holidays sarakat  and to everyone else, if you're looking for a little smut look under the cut

FIRST STEPS

#1 in the Exploring the Unnaturals Series

D. M. Evans

Disclaimer - not mine in any way shape or form. All rights belong to Mr. Whedon Et al.

Rating - FRMAO

Pairing - Dawn/Connor

Time Line - Post NFA/Chosen

Summary - Dawn and Connor are both attending Stanford and have embarked on a mutual exploration of their unnatural states of being which brings them much, much closer than anyone would have guessed.

Author’s Note - This was written for the Smut_69 challenge. The challenge word was "virgins". This was also written as a holiday gift for Sarakat. Hope you enjoy. Thanks to SJ for the beta.

ETA - The link was screwy so I'm just cutting it into here FIRST STEPS #1 in the Exploring the Unnaturals Series D. M. Evans Disclaimer - not mine in any way shape or form. All rights belong to Mr. Whedon Et al. Rating - FRMAO Pairing - Dawn/Connor Time Line - Post NFA/Chosen Summary - Dawn and Connor are both attending Stanford and have embarked on a mutual exploration of their unnatural states of being which brings them much, much closer than anyone would have guessed. Author’s Note - This was written for the Smut_69 challenge. The challenge word was “virgins”. This was also written as a holiday gift for Sarakat. Hope you enjoy. Thanks to SJ for the beta. The warm breeze whipped around the bowl of the stadium. Connor sat down on the bleachers and handed Dawn the huge pile of nachos. She plucked a large soda from his carrier. “You’re the best.” She smiled at him. He grinned. “I know.” “And so humble.” She elbowed him gently. Connor snatched a chip. “Goes without saying.” Dawn laughed and turned her gaze back over the football field. Connor pressed closer to her. She was glad he had asked her to come to the Homecoming game with him. He and Dawn had gone on a few half-hearted dates marked with a couple of fumbling kisses. Closeness usually raised the specter of Buffy or Angel and cooled them down. After Angel and Spike had barely survived the battle with Blackthorn, Angel had decided to introduce Connor to his remaining friends. They spent a summer in Europe - Spike included in the father-son package - where Connor had met Dawn. There was nothing sensual between them at first, especially when they had very little time alone. Everyone had spent most of their days getting reacquainted or acquainted for the first time. It had been awkward with the tension between Spike, Angel, and Buffy and all the sadness associated with their multiple losses in the last two years. During those months, Dawn had been debating back and forth several scholarships she had been offered and finally decided it made sense to go to Stanford for language studies. Connor attended there so she’d know someone. Both Buffy and Angel were thrilled by this. She wondered if they would be thrilled with the feelings she was developing for Connor; warm and tender, it was more than she was expecting to find when they started exploring their unusual natures. That was the most interesting thing for the both of them in Europe, finding another person like themselves; unnatural, unique and quite alone in the world. The more they talked, the more they saw they had in common, the altered memories, the feelings of disjointedness and the fears of never fitting in. They had made a pact to explore their natures, hoping to feel less alone. Dawn hadn’t expected to find herself falling in love, even if most of their dates ended up awkward and marred by thoughts of their freaky families. She suspected Connor felt the same. She caught his occasional sweet looks and his protectiveness. She wouldn’t have thought Connor was her type then she thought about her crush on Spike. He was rail thin, too - if wiry muscled - and significantly under six foot. Both had expressive blue eyes and had the corner on the snark market. They hid good hearts - more or less - under tough exteriors. She apparently liked them annoying. A good challenge seemed to excite her. “Thinking deep thoughts?” Connor snagged another chip. “It’s a ball game, no deep thoughts here.” She reached for a chip, and collided with him as he moved in quickly for another one himself. She wrapped her fingers around his. Connor smiled then helped himself with his other hand. She leaned against his shoulder. This felt so right, so normal. That’s what both of them liked to pretend they were from time to time. No one in the bleachers would ever guess what kind of freaks sat among them and for now that contended them both. It was nice to have nothing to worry about other than if the Cardinals were going to score again and how much they might drink at the Homecoming party at the frat house later. This slice of normalcy was all she could hope for. X X x At least he’s trying, Dawn thought as the music swirled around them so loud Dawn thought her ears might bleed. What did it sound like to someone like Connor with vampire hearing? Maybe that was why he was at a Xander-level of bad when it came to dancing. Could be worse, she reasoned. He could be at Andrew-level or refusing to try at all. She took his hand. “Want to get a beer?” Connor looked grateful. “Yes.” He rounded up two beers for them and led her to the couch in the frat’s living room. She hated sitting on that thing. She could only imagine how many naked backsides and fluids that couch had seen. She split the difference and sat on Connor’s lap, a boney choice but better than a funky couch. Connor seemed pleasantly surprised by her choice. Dawn leaned in and kissed him long and warm. “I’ve been wanting to do that all day.” “Well, what were you waiting for?” He smiled at her. “For us to not have mouthfuls of stadium food for one.” She laughed and he joined her. “Good plan.” He set aside his beer and pulled her closer. His mouth met hers in a hungry crush. Dawn didn’t know where a boy raised in hell learned to do the things he did with his tongue - Angel would probably say it was inherited - but she didn’t care so long as she was benefitting from it. Dawn leaned into his hands as his thumb rolled over her erect nipple, rubbing the soft cloth of her bra over it. She felt warm, swollen and needy. She pressed down on him and he moaned softly into her mouth. “Hey you two, wanna go upstairs and use a room?” someone called. Dawn broke away from his lips with a flush. “Want to get out of here?” he whispered. “Yes.” Dawn slipped off his lap and yanked him up. “Let’s go to your place,” she added as she pulled him outside. “Mine?” “I live in a dorm, thank you, Buffy.” She wrinkled her nose. “Hardly private. You live in your own apartment.” “Thank you rich surrogate parents.” His eyes danced then suddenly stilled. “But I thought maybe...you’d be uncomfortable there alone.” “I think I’m ready for that,” she said, quietly, realizing all the implications of those words. Was she really ready? Yes, even if they weren’t supernatural beings who could die at any time, she would be ready for this. She most assuredly didn’t want to die a virgin. “Oh,” he said then his eyes widened. “Oh!” She smiled at him, slipping a hand into his rough palm. Connor squeezed her fingers and led her a few blocks off campus to his apartment. It was pretty much a no frills place but it was his alone, no roomies. The drywall-white walls screamed for attention but Connor wasn’t much into art. That would have to be their next exploration, teaching him about art. She wondered what about his world she’d have to learn about in trade. “Do you want something to drink?” he asked, a nervous glint in his blue eyes. Somehow the fact he was anxious, too, made Dawn feel a little less edgy. She shook her head then swept back her long hair. “I’m good, thanks.” They both looked at each other as if they had never seen the other before. The silence of the room, barring their shuffling feet, felt overwhelming. Dawn was regretting even hinting at the fact she was ready to sleep with him because it seemed to be hanging over them like the Sword of Damocles. It felt like a scary obligation rather than something they both wanted to do. “Want to watch a movie for a little...I mean....well, you know,” she babbled, her face hot. “Movie sounds good,” he broke in hurriedly and went to turn on the TV.. Dawn gratefully collapsed on the couch. At least a little time was at her disposal now and she could burn off some of the alcohol she had drank. She wasn’t drunk but still, she’d feel better about her choices if she made them sober. She kept a little space between her and Connor while he surfed for something to distract them. “Oh, I like this,” he said, pausing at a movie. Dawn looked at it for a few moments, “Is this Dead Again with Kenneth Branagh and Emma Thompson?” He nodded. “It’s my kind of romance.” “Sort of hidden in mystery and horror?” She smiled. Connor laughed. “Yeah. The flat out kinds of romance just...I dunno.” Dawn moved closer to him, tapping his chin. “Gives you manly hives just like every other man I know.” He shrugged. “Pretty much.” “It’s okay. I like this one, too.” Dawn touched his knee. “Stretch out. We can relax a little.” Connor swung his feet up behind her, stretching out on the couch and she spooned up in front of him easily. Neither of them took up much room. He put his arm around her and she entwined her fingers with his. Dawn liked this simple closeness. Even if this was all they did all night, she’d still be content. Connor kissed her shoulder. “You don’t have to do anything tonight, Dawn,” he said softly. She looked back at him. “Thanks. I sort of wish I hadn’t said that and made it a big thing. Now we’re like a couple of awkward virgins...well, one virgin at any rate.” He smiled gently, rubbing the small of her back. “I’m not much better.” Dawn twisted so she was facing him. She ran a hand along his jaw line, feeling the faint hint of stubble. “Most guys would lie about that.” “I hate lying.” “I know. You can be a little blunt sometimes, but I appreciate that you’re usually straightforward. I don’t have to guess with you.” She kissed him softly. “And I’m glad you aren’t as clueless as me.” “I know exactly what you mean, trust me.” His eyes clouded a bit and she knew he was thinking about Cordelia. Dawn knew it wasn’t exactly Cordy’s fault but she wanted to go dig her up and kick her one for leaving such a dark blue stain on him. “Good,” she whispered. “I know I’m ready for this. Aren’t virgins highly prized for sacrifices and demon fodder?” She grinned. He snorted. “So they say.” “I can live without that. At least you’re already safe.” “ I’m not sure how much of my past actually counts. Me and Cordy were drawn together by Jasmine. Tracy and me, magic again and even at that there wasn’t much there.” Connor scowled a little. “You know if Dad went through so much trouble to make up a new past for me, it could have been a little more....exciting.” “Dads don’t want to think about their kids having sex.” Dawn laughed. “Especially this kid.” Connor’s hand skinned up her back. “I’ve only been magically influenced to think I’m in love. I’ve never done this when I actually have been...until now.” Dawn’s eyes misted, her lower lip trembling. “You just said you loved me.” “Yeah.” She snaked her arms around his neck, kissing him tenderly. Words failed and body language took over. Lips, tongues and fingers explored, loved and teased. Dawn felt the press of something against her thigh. She slipped her hand down his body, finding his erection. She cupped her hand around it, rubbing his pants over him. Connor’s hips bucked against her. He sat up, easing out from the couch. Connor gathered her up in his arms. At any other time she might have protested being carried but this felt good. His lips fluttered over her lips and cheeks as he carried her into the bedroom. It was more boy’s dorm than she would have figured it to be; posters of Angeline Jolie and T’Pol from Enterprise and Big Jack Skellington pillows comprising a ‘headboard’ for the double bed. Connor laid her on the black and silver bedspread. Dawn leaned forward and eased up the hem of his shirt, pressing her lips to his flat hard belly. She slowly peeled his shirt upwards, pausing to flick her tongue over his erect nipples. Connor groaned softly as she did so. Smiling, realizing the power she had over him at this moment, she yanked his shirt all the way off then lingered over his chest, licking and tugging at those hard pearls of flesh. His hands toyed with her hair as her mouth worked against him. Dawn rocked her hips against the bed, her panties pulling agonizingly sweet against her wet, swollen flesh. She broke away, sitting back a bit, her eyes flicking to his tented pants. “I’ve never...you know.” Her cheeks burned. “Seen one outside of a magazine.” He smiled then unzipped his jeans. He didn’t say anything but she hoped he wasn’t thinking she expected him to compete with porn mags. Why did she say that? She was bad at this. Dawn forgot about self recriminations as he took his pants down. Somehow she wasn’t expected it to be the color of a delicate rose at the tip. It looked soft in the velvet sense of the word and when she ran her fingers over it the flesh was just that, velvet over steel. Connor moaned, his eyes fluttering shut as her fingers whispered over him. Emboldened, Dawn rubbed a thumb across the weeping head of it, then down the shaft. His chest heaved as her fingers fumbled over his testicles. “Is this okay?” she asked, stroking him. “Yeah,” he said breathlessly. “A little harder is okay, too.” Dawn complied, wondering if it could break. There was too much she didn’t know. She really had no idea if he was average, a little bigger, probably not a little smaller since this looked bigger than anything she had inside her, including the little vibrator she had gotten when she had accompanied some girlfriends into a sex shop. Most of the stuff in there had been way bigger than she wanted to think about. What would he feel like inside her? She knew it would probably hurt at first. All her girlfriends said so. They also said it was worth it. Connor slipped out of her grasp and sat next to her. He slipped his hand under her shirt, fumbling with her bra closure. She slithered out of her shirt and helped him. Connor pressed his lips to her full breast, sucking in one hardened nipple. He suckled at her until she was mewling and writhing against him. The tension between her legs was beyond anything she had felt before. Now she knew what Faith meant by low down tickle. Connor pulled her back against the bed, sliding his hand into her pants. He skimmed over her wiry thatch of hair, finding her swollen clitoris. Dawn groaned as he flicked a finger over it, her hips arching up. He took her pants down and she kicked them free. Her breathing was ragged as she lay there, feeling exposed but not ashamed as his eyes studied her. Connor’s lips met hers again as he circled his thumb over her clit. Dawn tensed a little as he slid a finger into her. “You okay?” he asked softly as his finger pulsed in and out of her slowly. Dawn nodded. “Fine.” She sucked in a deep breath, shuddering as a second finger joined the first. It hurt a little but as her body slowly relaxed around him it started to feel good. The pressure inside her built as he moved his fingers. Connor slipped them free, running his hand wetly over her hip as his mouth found hers for a moment. “Ready?” he asked, breathlessly. His face was nearly the same shade of rose as his penis. She decided he looked good with his cloak of lust. “Yes,” she whispered. Connor rolled over and pulled open the door on his night stand. He fished out a box of condoms and ripped one off the strip. She was so glad she didn’t have to bring it up because as silly as it was, it was embarrassing to say. She watched him slide the latex down over himself, his cock twitching as he did so. Connor kissed his way from shoulder to her lips as he eased over her. She felt his cock rimming her as his eyes met hers. Connor was never much for words and she wasn’t surprised he was even less talky in bed. She didn’t know what she might want him to say anyhow, lost as she was in the blue sky of his eyes. He sealed his lips over hers as he pushed into her. Dawn grunted, her eyes squeezing tight as tears popped into them. She wasn’t expecting a searing knife cutting into her. It hurt a lot and Connor stopped moving. His hand brushed her cheek. “Dawn?” Worry tinted his voice. The pain dispersed, radiating up her belly. Her whole world shrank to that small region of her body that loosened a bit, accommodating him. He needed to move again. Instinctively she knew that. It would help with the pain, with all the sweet pressure. She gulped for air. “It’s okay,” she rasped. “Please, don’t stop.” “You sure.” His lips brushed hers. “Yes.” Dawn clung to him desperately as his hips rocked against her. The pain lessened with each slow stroke. Her fingers dug into his back, feeling the knobs of his spine. The pressure ebbed and swelled like an ocean within her, pleasant, wonderful, washing away the price paid for it. She moaned as Connor picked up speed. He shuddered against her with a groan. After a few more strokes, he slipped free of her, collapsing on the bed beside her. Dawn pushed back his sweat-slicked hair, looking at his unfocused eyes. “I do love you,” she said softly, kissing his salty skin. He smiled, stroking her arm with a languid hand. “I’m sorry if I hurt you.” “It’s okay, the price of being female, I guess.” “You sure you’re okay?” Worry gleamed in his eye. “A little sore but I’m fine,” she replied honestly, snuggling against him. He nuzzled her neck then they both just lay in each others arms for several long sweet moments before he squirmed free so he could strip the condom off. Dawn managed to get to her feet, feeling very weak-kneed and more sore than she realized. She headed into the bathroom and wasn’t terribly surprised to find a little blood on her thighs. Dawn cleaned up gingerly, her flesh hypersensitive. She tried to ignore the flashes of pain as she went back into the bedroom. She didn’t want to worry Connor. She slipped back into bed with him, putting her head on his chest. “I wish I had thought about staying here. I don’t have anything with me.” “I have a spare toothbrush and if you want anything out of the closet, help yourself,” Connor replied, putting his arms around her. Dawn let her eyes shut, a sense of sated exhaustion coming over her. “I’m good, thanks. Right now this is all I want.” He kissed the top of her head. “I’m glad.” “So am I.” Dawn sighed, content beyond words. She was very happy with the fork in the road their mutual explorations had taken them down and she looked forward to the explorations that still awaited them.