Fic - Day at the Beach (holiday request)
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cornerofmadnessDay at the Beach
Author – D. M. Evans
Disclaimer – not mine. All rights belong to Mr. Whedon.
Rating – FRMAO
Pairing – Dawn/Connor
Summary – Dawn and Connor head for some fun and sun
Time line – set post series
Author’s Note – This was written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
stars91 for the holidays. She wanted sunglasses and a deck of cards. This was also written for the ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
smut_69 challenge for the prompt, ‘oil.’ Self beta’ed, hope I wasn’t too blind.
X X X
Connor smoothed some lotion into Dawn’s back. A day trip to the beach, suntan lotion, sand in his trunks, it was so everyday normal. This was the kind of thing he and Dawn got to do all too infrequently. After a T’Rahk demon ate three student actors during the college’s production of Pippin , Connor figured Dawn could use a break. When gory things like that happened, he wished she wouldn’t insist on helping him. Not that Connor would tell her that. Dawn had a very good point that neither of them was normal and she enjoyed playing Watcher to his Boy Slayer routine. Still, disemboweled teenagers could make even the most experienced Watcher blanch so he decided to give her something pleasant to think about.
Connor rather liked the beach himself, even though he very rarely got there, as evidenced by his milk-white skin. A few beach bunnies started at him and Dawn. Well, they were white enough to glow, that was probably attention-worthy.
“Going to hit the waves?” Dawn reached into her huge bag for a book, a mystery, something less wrist-straining than the Watcher tomes she usually read. She was reading Akimitsu Takagi’s The Tattoo Murder Case in the original Japanese. He envied her polyglot skills.
Connor cast his gaze at out to the ocean. The waves weren’t very good this time but passable. At least there weren’t all that many people out there either. He glanced back at Dawn. Rhinestone-studded Fossil sunglasses perched on her nose and she had already traded him for Detective Matsushita. “Yeah. Enjoy your book.”
“I am,” she assured him, wiggling a more comfortable hole in the sand under her towel.
Connor padded out with his board, bobbling on the salty surface, feeling isolated from the world but in a good way. He enjoyed being in touch with nature. Skinny and pale, he didn’t look like a surfer and, truthfully, he wouldn’t define himself as such. He’d leave that term to the bronze buff guys with the sun-bleached hair who lived for this. Connor had picked surfing up easily as he did most things that required kinesthetic skill but he didn’t live for it.
Still, it was something he knew would please Angel. Connor and Dawn both would be emailing their family with an abridged version of ‘what I did at the beach’ – abridged mostly because he held out hopes for the evening. He and Dawn kept a checklist of things that made Buffy and Angel happy. Their family had a willful blindness to the fact that he and Dawn were unique, powerful beings, not average college kids. Buffy and Angel wanted ‘normal’ for them, whatever the hell that meant. So while he and Dawn explored their unique condition, they placated their relatives with reports on the normal things they did and kept the man-eating demon encounter reports to a minimum.
Feeling a wave building, Connor jumped up and rode.
X X x
“I think I burned in spite of the sunblock 4000,” Connor groaned, looking at his pink, freshly-washed skin.
“You’ll heal,” Dawn replied from the hotel bathroom.
“True.” He ran his tongue over his teeth. He’d forgotten to rinse with mouthwash. He still tasted of the scallop and mussel dinner. Well, as soon as Dawn got out of the bathroom, he’d take care of that.
She poked her head out, smelling fresh and cleaned of the cloying scents of suntan lotion. “I also brought some toys.” Dawn’s eyes gleamed as she sauntered into the room. Connor liked the way she walked.
He got up. “I can’t wait to see them but first.” He pointed to the bathroom.
When Connor got back, he saw Dawn seated cross-legged on the bed, a deck of cards spread out in front of her. He took a good look at the cards, trying to puzzle them out. They were much bigger than playing cards with a strange, Asian background on them. “What are those?”
“Ishimpo cards, 50 positions for fifty nights of passion or so says the box.” Dawn grinned at him. “Pick one and we’ll try whatever it is.”
Connor blinked for a few beats of the heart then laughed. “Okay, but don’t blame me if we get some weird position only a circus gymnast could perform.”
She beamed. “Fair enough.”
Connor sat next to her and selected a card. He wrinkled his nose, “Darkly Affixed Cicada?”
“Just don’t read the back of the card. I think the translations are a little too literal and can hurt your brain.” Dawn peered over his arm at the card. “Well, at least that one should be easy enough.” She unfurled from the bed. “And I got this.” She picked up a box and tossed it to Connor.
He squinted at the box and the three bottles inside. “Cocktail oils?”
“Flavored. Pick one,” Dawn instructed.
Connor considered his choices then selected one. “Sex on the beach, seems appropriate.”
Dawn let her terry cloth robe slip off her body as she sat next to him. Connor applied the lotion to her neck and shoulders with languid, teasing movements. He licked some off the strappy muscle of her neck as his hands massaged more into one breast. Sweet, maybe it tasted like sex on the beach but it wasn’t his drink. Didn’t have to be, he decided. This was good.
Massaging in more oil, follow with the tongue, it soon had them both panting, eager for more. With oiled fingers, Dawn reached into his boxers, stroking him. Connor pressed into her hand, then fought to get his only piece of clothing off. One prophylactic in place later, Dawn stretched out on the bed, looking over her shoulder at him.
Well, this was what the card depicted. It was a little different for him. He liked being able to watch her face but variety was the well known cliché. Connor pressed against her, her firm buttocks warm against him as he leaned over her to kiss her. He kissed his way down her back then up against until she was shivering under him. Sweet oil on his lips, Connor eased into Dawn. He caressed her neck as he rocked into her. Their bodies moved in slow, measured motions at first, gradually picking up speed as need demanded, hurtling toward the inevitable.
Afterwards, freshly washed for a second time, they curled up together, listening to the lulling sounds of the ocean. Normal, Connor decided, was pretty damn good. They would have to do this more often.
Author – D. M. Evans
Disclaimer – not mine. All rights belong to Mr. Whedon.
Rating – FRMAO
Pairing – Dawn/Connor
Summary – Dawn and Connor head for some fun and sun
Time line – set post series
Author’s Note – This was written for
stars91 for the holidays. She wanted sunglasses and a deck of cards. This was also written for the smut_69 challenge for the prompt, ‘oil.’ Self beta’ed, hope I wasn’t too blind.X X X
Connor smoothed some lotion into Dawn’s back. A day trip to the beach, suntan lotion, sand in his trunks, it was so everyday normal. This was the kind of thing he and Dawn got to do all too infrequently. After a T’Rahk demon ate three student actors during the college’s production of Pippin , Connor figured Dawn could use a break. When gory things like that happened, he wished she wouldn’t insist on helping him. Not that Connor would tell her that. Dawn had a very good point that neither of them was normal and she enjoyed playing Watcher to his Boy Slayer routine. Still, disemboweled teenagers could make even the most experienced Watcher blanch so he decided to give her something pleasant to think about.
Connor rather liked the beach himself, even though he very rarely got there, as evidenced by his milk-white skin. A few beach bunnies started at him and Dawn. Well, they were white enough to glow, that was probably attention-worthy.
“Going to hit the waves?” Dawn reached into her huge bag for a book, a mystery, something less wrist-straining than the Watcher tomes she usually read. She was reading Akimitsu Takagi’s The Tattoo Murder Case in the original Japanese. He envied her polyglot skills.
Connor cast his gaze at out to the ocean. The waves weren’t very good this time but passable. At least there weren’t all that many people out there either. He glanced back at Dawn. Rhinestone-studded Fossil sunglasses perched on her nose and she had already traded him for Detective Matsushita. “Yeah. Enjoy your book.”
“I am,” she assured him, wiggling a more comfortable hole in the sand under her towel.
Connor padded out with his board, bobbling on the salty surface, feeling isolated from the world but in a good way. He enjoyed being in touch with nature. Skinny and pale, he didn’t look like a surfer and, truthfully, he wouldn’t define himself as such. He’d leave that term to the bronze buff guys with the sun-bleached hair who lived for this. Connor had picked surfing up easily as he did most things that required kinesthetic skill but he didn’t live for it.
Still, it was something he knew would please Angel. Connor and Dawn both would be emailing their family with an abridged version of ‘what I did at the beach’ – abridged mostly because he held out hopes for the evening. He and Dawn kept a checklist of things that made Buffy and Angel happy. Their family had a willful blindness to the fact that he and Dawn were unique, powerful beings, not average college kids. Buffy and Angel wanted ‘normal’ for them, whatever the hell that meant. So while he and Dawn explored their unique condition, they placated their relatives with reports on the normal things they did and kept the man-eating demon encounter reports to a minimum.
Feeling a wave building, Connor jumped up and rode.
X X x
“I think I burned in spite of the sunblock 4000,” Connor groaned, looking at his pink, freshly-washed skin.
“You’ll heal,” Dawn replied from the hotel bathroom.
“True.” He ran his tongue over his teeth. He’d forgotten to rinse with mouthwash. He still tasted of the scallop and mussel dinner. Well, as soon as Dawn got out of the bathroom, he’d take care of that.
She poked her head out, smelling fresh and cleaned of the cloying scents of suntan lotion. “I also brought some toys.” Dawn’s eyes gleamed as she sauntered into the room. Connor liked the way she walked.
He got up. “I can’t wait to see them but first.” He pointed to the bathroom.
When Connor got back, he saw Dawn seated cross-legged on the bed, a deck of cards spread out in front of her. He took a good look at the cards, trying to puzzle them out. They were much bigger than playing cards with a strange, Asian background on them. “What are those?”
“Ishimpo cards, 50 positions for fifty nights of passion or so says the box.” Dawn grinned at him. “Pick one and we’ll try whatever it is.”
Connor blinked for a few beats of the heart then laughed. “Okay, but don’t blame me if we get some weird position only a circus gymnast could perform.”
She beamed. “Fair enough.”
Connor sat next to her and selected a card. He wrinkled his nose, “Darkly Affixed Cicada?”
“Just don’t read the back of the card. I think the translations are a little too literal and can hurt your brain.” Dawn peered over his arm at the card. “Well, at least that one should be easy enough.” She unfurled from the bed. “And I got this.” She picked up a box and tossed it to Connor.
He squinted at the box and the three bottles inside. “Cocktail oils?”
“Flavored. Pick one,” Dawn instructed.
Connor considered his choices then selected one. “Sex on the beach, seems appropriate.”
Dawn let her terry cloth robe slip off her body as she sat next to him. Connor applied the lotion to her neck and shoulders with languid, teasing movements. He licked some off the strappy muscle of her neck as his hands massaged more into one breast. Sweet, maybe it tasted like sex on the beach but it wasn’t his drink. Didn’t have to be, he decided. This was good.
Massaging in more oil, follow with the tongue, it soon had them both panting, eager for more. With oiled fingers, Dawn reached into his boxers, stroking him. Connor pressed into her hand, then fought to get his only piece of clothing off. One prophylactic in place later, Dawn stretched out on the bed, looking over her shoulder at him.
Well, this was what the card depicted. It was a little different for him. He liked being able to watch her face but variety was the well known cliché. Connor pressed against her, her firm buttocks warm against him as he leaned over her to kiss her. He kissed his way down her back then up against until she was shivering under him. Sweet oil on his lips, Connor eased into Dawn. He caressed her neck as he rocked into her. Their bodies moved in slow, measured motions at first, gradually picking up speed as need demanded, hurtling toward the inevitable.
Afterwards, freshly washed for a second time, they curled up together, listening to the lulling sounds of the ocean. Normal, Connor decided, was pretty damn good. They would have to do this more often.
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Date: 2007-12-28 01:36 pm (UTC)Regardless of the aforementioned excuse, this was a fantastic piece! I've told you before and I shall tell you again, I adore your Dawn/Connor and this one was no different! I think having Buffy & Angel wanting "normal" for them was cute and the fact that Dawn/Connor acknowledge they are *not* normal, but try to do normal sometimes anyway just to have something to tell B/A is so sweet!
Very well done! Thank you!!!
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Date: 2007-12-28 04:13 pm (UTC)and i'm glad you liked it. (look out for more since i do have two other Dawn/Connor to do)