Fic- Harvest Fair
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cornerofmadnessHarvest Fair
Author – D.M. Evans
Disclaimer – not mine, all rights belong to Mr. Whedon, et al
Pairing – Dawn/Connor
Rating – FRMAO
Time line – post series
Summary – Things heat up at the apple festival
Author’s note – written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
smut_69 community, prompt #60 ‘enemies’. I saw some of this stuff at the apple festival here and this is where my brain went with it. THanks to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
evil_little_dog for the beta.
“I can’t believe how much junk you can eat.” Dawn gave Connor a look as he dodged some running kids.
He licked his greasy, powder-sugared hands. “Me? I’ve fought less tenaciously with demons than I did with you to get my fair share of funnel cake.”
“Really now?” Dawn shoved him. Connor staggered back, dragging her along playfully.
“You know, for a fall apple festival, I’ve yet to see any apples.” Connor glanced around the packed streets. It looked like a carnival had barfed up nothing but ubiquitous fried food stands, rigged games and amusement rides with dubious anchors to the ground. He pointed to one of the more hellacious rides. “Want to give it a whirl?”
Dawn made a face. “Let the food settle first or you might be wearing it,” she warned and it was his turn to make a face. “Besides, didn’t you see the apple topping for the funnel cake? Surely that counts as having apples at the festival.”
“Good point,” he conceded, eyeing the cotton candy contemplatively.
“Win me that,” Dawn said suddenly, pointing to a huge stuff frog dangling from one of the game stands.
“Why?” Connor wondered briefly at his girlfriend’s tastes.
“He’s cute.” Dawn pulled him through the crowd to the milk jug game in question.
“Aren’t these things rigged?” he asked quietly.
Her eyebrows rose. “Aren’t you super powered?”
Connor snorted but ponyed up the money for the game. Three pitches later, Dawn had an ugly stuffed frog and the carnie wore a stunned expression.
“You carry it.” Dawn shoved the frog on him.
“Oh, I get it now, with this big thing, we can’t go on any rides,” he said barely able to see over the frog.
“Smart boy.” Dawn laughed.
“We only live a few blocks away. I’ll just run this monstrosity home,” Connor assured her. Connor was determined to go on a ride.
Dawn sighed, knowing she might not win this one. “Fine, but you have to help me name him.”
Connor wanted to say ‘no way in hell.’ He could only imagine what would happen at the frat house if it got out that he was helping his girlfriend name stuffed animals. Instead, weighing his chances of getting frozen out for a while if he didn’t help, he said. “Sure.” The boys would understand choosing to keep the girlfriend happy over male pride.
“Wood roses,” one of the vendors called to them. “Handmade.”
Connor peered around the frog to see Dawn going over to the man. Sure enough he had wood working tools and bouquets of roses dyed in a variety of colors.
“Those are kinda neat,” Dawn said.
Connor had to admit that they were rather pretty. “Would you like a bouquet?” he asked and her eyes told him all he needed to know. “What color?”
“Blue,” Dawn replied, smiling.
One blue bouquet of wood roses later, they were on their way again, heading back toward the apartment to drop off Mr. Frog.
“Well, well, what do we have here?” a voice like an oil slick sounded over the noise from the fair.
Connor looked over his shoulder and wondered how cocky a vampire had to be to walk around in game face in a semi-crowded place. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Connor sneered as Dawn pulled Mr. Frog from his arms and pressed the wooden roses into his hand.
The vampire gave them a perplexed look. “Shouldn’t you be screaming right about now?”
“Over you?” Connor snickered and turned the roses over in his hand so he could stab with the stems. The idiot vampire barely mounted a defense before he was dust. Connor shook out the dust from the wooden blossoms and traded them back for the frog. “Sorry about the dust.”
Dawn snorted. “No worries. That was kinda hot. Now I know why Angel and Spike always want to watch Buffy and Faith slay.”
Connor smiled widely. “Oh really?” He grabbed her hand and pulled her along home at a good clip.
Dawn opened the door and tossed the frog on the couch. She twirled the wooden roses, smiling at him before setting them down on the hall stand. Dawn surprised him by grabbing his hand and leading him not upstairs but back outside. He had been pretty sure that they were going to stay in and get frisky but he followed her back to the fair without complain. Dawn got a snow cone then canted off for the park.
“Um, where are we going?” Connor asked, perplexed.
“Somewhere secluded,” Dawn replied coyly.
Secluded turned out to be a copse of oaks. Connor felt her cold sticky lips on his. She tasted like blue raspberry as they kissed. One handedly, she fumbled for his zipper. Connor moaned against her mouth as she stroked his cock.
Still holding her snow cone, Dawn knelt on the grass then licked the head of his penis. Connor shut his eyes, trying to keep the groans of delight stifled since they were in a public place. He stroked Dawn’s long hair as her mouth and tongue sucked and teased him. He let out a soft moan when Dawn let him pop free.
Connor’s eyes widened as she took him back into her mouth, snow cone ice packing around his hot, hard flesh. A moan dribbled out of him at the odd yet invigorating experience. He had showed her the joys of ice a few weeks back and now Dawn was repaying the favor. He grabbed onto the tree trunk as his knees started to buckle.
“Dawn, I’m….” he stammered then felt lips and ice being replaced by a stern grasp on his cock as Dawn shifted to the side. She finished the job by hand. Legs trembling, Connor leaned hard against the tree, panting. When he caught his breath again, he rasped out an “I love you.”
Dawn gave him a self-satisfied smile then helped herself to another mouthful of snow cone.
“Let’s go home,” Connor suggested, thinking of ways to pay her back. A devilish glint flickered in his eyes. “Unless of course you want to take my place up against the tree.”
Dawn just laughed merrily.
Author – D.M. Evans
Disclaimer – not mine, all rights belong to Mr. Whedon, et al
Pairing – Dawn/Connor
Rating – FRMAO
Time line – post series
Summary – Things heat up at the apple festival
Author’s note – written for the
smut_69 community, prompt #60 ‘enemies’. I saw some of this stuff at the apple festival here and this is where my brain went with it. THanks to evil_little_dog for the beta.“I can’t believe how much junk you can eat.” Dawn gave Connor a look as he dodged some running kids.
He licked his greasy, powder-sugared hands. “Me? I’ve fought less tenaciously with demons than I did with you to get my fair share of funnel cake.”
“Really now?” Dawn shoved him. Connor staggered back, dragging her along playfully.
“You know, for a fall apple festival, I’ve yet to see any apples.” Connor glanced around the packed streets. It looked like a carnival had barfed up nothing but ubiquitous fried food stands, rigged games and amusement rides with dubious anchors to the ground. He pointed to one of the more hellacious rides. “Want to give it a whirl?”
Dawn made a face. “Let the food settle first or you might be wearing it,” she warned and it was his turn to make a face. “Besides, didn’t you see the apple topping for the funnel cake? Surely that counts as having apples at the festival.”
“Good point,” he conceded, eyeing the cotton candy contemplatively.
“Win me that,” Dawn said suddenly, pointing to a huge stuff frog dangling from one of the game stands.
“Why?” Connor wondered briefly at his girlfriend’s tastes.
“He’s cute.” Dawn pulled him through the crowd to the milk jug game in question.
“Aren’t these things rigged?” he asked quietly.
Her eyebrows rose. “Aren’t you super powered?”
Connor snorted but ponyed up the money for the game. Three pitches later, Dawn had an ugly stuffed frog and the carnie wore a stunned expression.
“You carry it.” Dawn shoved the frog on him.
“Oh, I get it now, with this big thing, we can’t go on any rides,” he said barely able to see over the frog.
“Smart boy.” Dawn laughed.
“We only live a few blocks away. I’ll just run this monstrosity home,” Connor assured her. Connor was determined to go on a ride.
Dawn sighed, knowing she might not win this one. “Fine, but you have to help me name him.”
Connor wanted to say ‘no way in hell.’ He could only imagine what would happen at the frat house if it got out that he was helping his girlfriend name stuffed animals. Instead, weighing his chances of getting frozen out for a while if he didn’t help, he said. “Sure.” The boys would understand choosing to keep the girlfriend happy over male pride.
“Wood roses,” one of the vendors called to them. “Handmade.”
Connor peered around the frog to see Dawn going over to the man. Sure enough he had wood working tools and bouquets of roses dyed in a variety of colors.
“Those are kinda neat,” Dawn said.
Connor had to admit that they were rather pretty. “Would you like a bouquet?” he asked and her eyes told him all he needed to know. “What color?”
“Blue,” Dawn replied, smiling.
One blue bouquet of wood roses later, they were on their way again, heading back toward the apartment to drop off Mr. Frog.
“Well, well, what do we have here?” a voice like an oil slick sounded over the noise from the fair.
Connor looked over his shoulder and wondered how cocky a vampire had to be to walk around in game face in a semi-crowded place. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Connor sneered as Dawn pulled Mr. Frog from his arms and pressed the wooden roses into his hand.
The vampire gave them a perplexed look. “Shouldn’t you be screaming right about now?”
“Over you?” Connor snickered and turned the roses over in his hand so he could stab with the stems. The idiot vampire barely mounted a defense before he was dust. Connor shook out the dust from the wooden blossoms and traded them back for the frog. “Sorry about the dust.”
Dawn snorted. “No worries. That was kinda hot. Now I know why Angel and Spike always want to watch Buffy and Faith slay.”
Connor smiled widely. “Oh really?” He grabbed her hand and pulled her along home at a good clip.
Dawn opened the door and tossed the frog on the couch. She twirled the wooden roses, smiling at him before setting them down on the hall stand. Dawn surprised him by grabbing his hand and leading him not upstairs but back outside. He had been pretty sure that they were going to stay in and get frisky but he followed her back to the fair without complain. Dawn got a snow cone then canted off for the park.
“Um, where are we going?” Connor asked, perplexed.
“Somewhere secluded,” Dawn replied coyly.
Secluded turned out to be a copse of oaks. Connor felt her cold sticky lips on his. She tasted like blue raspberry as they kissed. One handedly, she fumbled for his zipper. Connor moaned against her mouth as she stroked his cock.
Still holding her snow cone, Dawn knelt on the grass then licked the head of his penis. Connor shut his eyes, trying to keep the groans of delight stifled since they were in a public place. He stroked Dawn’s long hair as her mouth and tongue sucked and teased him. He let out a soft moan when Dawn let him pop free.
Connor’s eyes widened as she took him back into her mouth, snow cone ice packing around his hot, hard flesh. A moan dribbled out of him at the odd yet invigorating experience. He had showed her the joys of ice a few weeks back and now Dawn was repaying the favor. He grabbed onto the tree trunk as his knees started to buckle.
“Dawn, I’m….” he stammered then felt lips and ice being replaced by a stern grasp on his cock as Dawn shifted to the side. She finished the job by hand. Legs trembling, Connor leaned hard against the tree, panting. When he caught his breath again, he rasped out an “I love you.”
Dawn gave him a self-satisfied smile then helped herself to another mouthful of snow cone.
“Let’s go home,” Connor suggested, thinking of ways to pay her back. A devilish glint flickered in his eyes. “Unless of course you want to take my place up against the tree.”
Dawn just laughed merrily.
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