Fic- A Slight Chill
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cornerofmadnessA Slight Chill
An Unnaturals Series story
D M Evans
Disclaimer – so not mine, all rights belong to Mr. Whedon et al.
Rating – FRMAO
Pairing- Dawn/Connor
Time Line – Post series
Summary – Whatever can you do to pass time on a cold rainy evening?
Author’s Note – written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
smut_69 and for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
leni_ba who wanted a happy story. Thanks to evil_little_dog for the edit
“Ice can be fun,” Connor said as Dawn stared out the window at the cool rain hitting the pane.
“These are the times I’m sure one of your fathers dropped you on your head, Connor,” she shot back over her shoulder.
He held out an arm to her. “You don’t trust me.”
Dawn flopped on the couch with him. “It’s not that I don’t trust you. I just think you’re nuts. We were in Norway before Italy and let me tell you, ice is not fun.”
Connor smoothed back her long hair. “I think that’s because you’re not using it correctly.”
Cuddling up next to him, Dawn asked, “Just how many ways do you think you can use ice?” She thought for a moment then shrugged. “I guess ice skating can be fun but that’s the extent of it.”
“Oh no, no, trust me there’s more and I’m not talking those silly ice sculptures either. I don’t get the purpose of those,” Connor said, wrinkling his nose.
“You don’t get the purpose of art in general which makes me nuts sometimes, lover.” Dawn grinned at him. It was one of the things she was working on while she studied for her art degree; tackling years of cultural isolation and starvation from Quor-Toth and introducing art into Connor’s life. He was tolerant of art galleries and museums but drew the line at watching home decorating shows.
“I’m getting better,” he said with a modicum of satisfaction showing on his face. He didn’t just have a lover to please with his art appreciation skills; Angel could go on about it for hours. “Though I would love to go on vacation to that ice hotel. Now that’s sculpture. How about it? Me and you. You dog sled across the frozen tundra then you spend your nights in a hotel made entirely of ice. Isn’t that cool?”
“Aren’t you a freak?” Dawn laughed.
“Is that a no?” Connor pouted.
She planted a kiss on his pursed lips. “Most definitely.”
Connor got up off the couch and scooped her up. Dawn wrapped her long legs around his waist. “I’ll show you what I mean about ice.”
She unfurled from him and took his hand. “Lead on.” Connor pulled her into the kitchen, pinning Dawn against the refrigerator. He nuzzled her neck. Dawn raked her fingers along his spine. “Gonna be hard to get into the freezer to show me the benefits of ice like this,” she said breathlessly.
Connor laughed against her skin then pulled her away from the fridge. He snagged Dawn and deposited her on the kitchen table. She grinned, snaking her arms around him, yanking him down on top of her. Her mouth claimed his hard, her tongue probing into him, exploring as if it had never been the before.
His lips finally slipped free of hers and he kissed his way down her neck as his hands skimmed up her belly, taking her shirt up with them. Dawn sat up a little and let him slide it off her head. With deft fingers, he undid the bra and teased one nipple with a nimble tongue. As he hungrily sucked and licked at her, Connor snuck one hand down her jeans. Dawn rocked on the table, moaning under him as his hands worked. Connor’s hand retreated and he took a step back, a devilish look on his face.
“Don’t stop,” Dawn groaned.
“I promised to show you the thrill of ice.” Connor went over to the freezer and rooted around until he came up with several long cubes of red ice. “Remember these? The Sangria spikes for the party.”
“Oh yeah,” Dawn’s eyes lit up as she shimmied out of her pants while trying not to fall off the table.
Connor set them down next to her and popped one of the icicles into his mouth. Dawn kissed him greedily as he pushed the sweet cube partially into her mouth. They kissed and slurped as the red wine sweetened with sugar and juices melted. Connor let Dawn finish the cold treat as he got another one.
Connor traced sticky patterns over her breasts and belly with the melting wine ice. His tongue skillfully followed the arrays. He circled the ice around her navel while his tongue flickered over her clitoris. Dawn sucked in a deep breath, letting it out in a slow, happy sigh as she hooked one leg over his shoulder.
“Ready for something new?” he asked and she nodded enthusiastically.
Connor slipped the icicle into her and Dawn let out a sharp cry of surprise. He lapped at the sweet run off, tasting sugar and salt as the heat of her body reduced the alcoholic ice to nothing. His chilled fingers caressed and teased Dawn’s clit until she was writhing under him. Her heel beat against his back then pressed hard into his shoulder blade as Dawn arched off the table with a loud cry.
Connor wiggled free of her then planted a hand on either side of her, grinning down at her. “So, change your mind about ice?”
Dawn’s answer nearly broke the table.
An Unnaturals Series story
D M Evans
Disclaimer – so not mine, all rights belong to Mr. Whedon et al.
Rating – FRMAO
Pairing- Dawn/Connor
Time Line – Post series
Summary – Whatever can you do to pass time on a cold rainy evening?
Author’s Note – written for the
smut_69 and for leni_ba who wanted a happy story. Thanks to evil_little_dog for the edit“Ice can be fun,” Connor said as Dawn stared out the window at the cool rain hitting the pane.
“These are the times I’m sure one of your fathers dropped you on your head, Connor,” she shot back over her shoulder.
He held out an arm to her. “You don’t trust me.”
Dawn flopped on the couch with him. “It’s not that I don’t trust you. I just think you’re nuts. We were in Norway before Italy and let me tell you, ice is not fun.”
Connor smoothed back her long hair. “I think that’s because you’re not using it correctly.”
Cuddling up next to him, Dawn asked, “Just how many ways do you think you can use ice?” She thought for a moment then shrugged. “I guess ice skating can be fun but that’s the extent of it.”
“Oh no, no, trust me there’s more and I’m not talking those silly ice sculptures either. I don’t get the purpose of those,” Connor said, wrinkling his nose.
“You don’t get the purpose of art in general which makes me nuts sometimes, lover.” Dawn grinned at him. It was one of the things she was working on while she studied for her art degree; tackling years of cultural isolation and starvation from Quor-Toth and introducing art into Connor’s life. He was tolerant of art galleries and museums but drew the line at watching home decorating shows.
“I’m getting better,” he said with a modicum of satisfaction showing on his face. He didn’t just have a lover to please with his art appreciation skills; Angel could go on about it for hours. “Though I would love to go on vacation to that ice hotel. Now that’s sculpture. How about it? Me and you. You dog sled across the frozen tundra then you spend your nights in a hotel made entirely of ice. Isn’t that cool?”
“Aren’t you a freak?” Dawn laughed.
“Is that a no?” Connor pouted.
She planted a kiss on his pursed lips. “Most definitely.”
Connor got up off the couch and scooped her up. Dawn wrapped her long legs around his waist. “I’ll show you what I mean about ice.”
She unfurled from him and took his hand. “Lead on.” Connor pulled her into the kitchen, pinning Dawn against the refrigerator. He nuzzled her neck. Dawn raked her fingers along his spine. “Gonna be hard to get into the freezer to show me the benefits of ice like this,” she said breathlessly.
Connor laughed against her skin then pulled her away from the fridge. He snagged Dawn and deposited her on the kitchen table. She grinned, snaking her arms around him, yanking him down on top of her. Her mouth claimed his hard, her tongue probing into him, exploring as if it had never been the before.
His lips finally slipped free of hers and he kissed his way down her neck as his hands skimmed up her belly, taking her shirt up with them. Dawn sat up a little and let him slide it off her head. With deft fingers, he undid the bra and teased one nipple with a nimble tongue. As he hungrily sucked and licked at her, Connor snuck one hand down her jeans. Dawn rocked on the table, moaning under him as his hands worked. Connor’s hand retreated and he took a step back, a devilish look on his face.
“Don’t stop,” Dawn groaned.
“I promised to show you the thrill of ice.” Connor went over to the freezer and rooted around until he came up with several long cubes of red ice. “Remember these? The Sangria spikes for the party.”
“Oh yeah,” Dawn’s eyes lit up as she shimmied out of her pants while trying not to fall off the table.
Connor set them down next to her and popped one of the icicles into his mouth. Dawn kissed him greedily as he pushed the sweet cube partially into her mouth. They kissed and slurped as the red wine sweetened with sugar and juices melted. Connor let Dawn finish the cold treat as he got another one.
Connor traced sticky patterns over her breasts and belly with the melting wine ice. His tongue skillfully followed the arrays. He circled the ice around her navel while his tongue flickered over her clitoris. Dawn sucked in a deep breath, letting it out in a slow, happy sigh as she hooked one leg over his shoulder.
“Ready for something new?” he asked and she nodded enthusiastically.
Connor slipped the icicle into her and Dawn let out a sharp cry of surprise. He lapped at the sweet run off, tasting sugar and salt as the heat of her body reduced the alcoholic ice to nothing. His chilled fingers caressed and teased Dawn’s clit until she was writhing under him. Her heel beat against his back then pressed hard into his shoulder blade as Dawn arched off the table with a loud cry.
Connor wiggled free of her then planted a hand on either side of her, grinning down at her. “So, change your mind about ice?”
Dawn’s answer nearly broke the table.
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Date: 2006-12-03 09:08 pm (UTC)Hahahaha, best line ever.
I love your Dawn/Connor and this is no exception. I have to echo Maren--sangria ice cubes? Delicious! And apparently very, very sexy. :D
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Date: 2006-12-03 09:15 pm (UTC)and those alcoholic icicles are lots of fun
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Date: 2006-12-03 09:24 pm (UTC)SO hot! Or maybe...cool? *g* You really write this pairing well! And the sangria ice spikes...truly inspired! Loved it!
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Date: 2006-12-03 10:50 pm (UTC)oh, this was wonderful!
Date: 2006-12-04 02:10 am (UTC)The funny part is that he tried it. ;)
Hello, hotness. Sangria ice (love sangria) + happy sex, in the same scene. I adore you, a lot.
Thank you so much!
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Date: 2006-12-04 02:40 am (UTC)Re: oh, this was wonderful!
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