the Present
	Dawn, extremely tired from her apparent session of 'kick the Dawn' with Giles and Vi, slumped into her room with a jaw-popping yawn and turned on the light. "Oh!" They was a blonde guy handcuffed to her bed. And he was gagged. And his feet were bound. He said something from behind the gag, but like she could understand him. Hello! Gagged. She immediately dropped her watcher books from her arms, backed out the door, and pulled it closed. She then turned and leaned against it with very wide eyes. Holy hell! At least he hadn't been naked. Actually, he'd been pretty much neck to toes in black... which was almost sexier than naked. Almost. Geez, what in the heck was her problem? One little, well he didn't seem that small, probably taller than her, guy in her bed all trussed up and she starts thinking about what he'd be like naked. Man, was she getting desperate or what? Yeah, she didn't have time to date these days. Being a watcher in training left time for little else save research and field work. She HAD recently been bemoaning that awful twist of fate to Faith. And it WAS her birthday tomorrow. Or what the gang figured was her real birthday, but geez! She didn't need them gift wrapping guys and leaving them in her rooms. "BUF-FAAAAAAAAAY!" Her sister came scrambling around the corner of the big castle-y manor house Giles had set them up in to reestablish the Watcher's Council.... in her pajamas. "What? What is it? What's wrong?" Dawn just made a face at her, then pushed her door back open. She gestured to the bed. "Oh." "Oh?" Dawn said with an incredulous look. "You leave some poor sap tied to my bed for me to find on my birthday, which is officially in..." Dawn glanced at her watch. "Ten minutes, and all you can offer up is... oh?" "Dawn this is a mistake. This isn't your birthday present." "You didn't get me a birthday present? Some sister you are!" "Of course I got you a birthday present, you dork." "I don't believe you." Dawn said in a huffy and hurt tone as she folded her arms across her chest and looked away. "I did! I got you a poncho." "A poncho?! Does it come with a sombrero too?" Buffy snorted. "Not one of THOSE kinds. It's one of those thin linen ones that are so fashionable these days. You wear it on one shoulder with like a camisole top and some jeans. It's really cute." "What color?" "Blue with some thin pale green stripes. It'll look SO great with your eyes." Buffy paused for a moment. "OH!" "What?" She swatted Dawn on the arm lightly. "Ow! What in the hell was that for?" "You just got me to tell you what one of your presents was!" Dawn grinned. "I did, didn't I?" Buffy huffed indignantly and had a very 'put-upon' look on her face.... to which, Dawn laughed. "You think Willow left him as my present?" Dawn asked nodded to the guy, whose silvery eyes were currently blazing in anger. "Again... not your present." "But why is he here then... in MY bed, the bed I was very much looking forward to getting a good night's sleep in, Buffy?" "It was the only one that had an iron headboard." "Huh?" "He's our prisoner of war. We had to tie him up." "And he couldn't be tied to a chair or chained to a radiator or the bath tub or something? Surely there's some exposed plumbing in this castle somewhere that he could have been chained to... far far away from my bed." "Well, I didn't want him to be uncomfortable." "No, you just wanted ME to be uncomfortable." "There's plenty of bed left." "I am NOT sleeping with some weird guy in my bed!" "I would." "I really don't think you want me to go there, Buffy." "Good point. Well, there's plenty of other rooms." "You know we've only aired out the ones in use so far." "Well, there's that sofa in Giles's library." "Also known as the lumpiest and most uncomfortable piece of furniture ever. I haven't forgotten how Xander moaned about his back for two days after sleeping on that torture device." "Well, your only other option is sleeping on the floor. Lemme know how that works out for ya, Dawnie. G'night." With that she turned and left. "Buffy." Her sister kept walking. "Buffy!" Dawn turned back to look at the guy in her bed. HER bed. She could NOT believe this! Of all the nights for her to have something keeping her from her bed. Well, like Buffy said he didn't HAVE to keep her from her bed. It was a big bed. He was on one side of it. She let out a discouraged little whimper then curled her lips into a full pout. *~*~*~*~* Buffy closed the door to her room. "She buy it?" She shouted in alarm. Then spun around. "Holy God, Willow! You just about made me pee my pants! I'm getting you a bell." Willow snickered. Xander just shook his head at the two of them. "I ask again, did she buy it?" "Hook... line.. and stinker." "I think that's sinker, Buff." Xander said nonchalantly. "Whatever. Giles out of the way?" Buffy had to jump out of the way when the door opened again. Faith rushed inside and shut it behind her, leaning back on the door and breathing a bit heavy. "Giles is out of commission, yo. Is Operation Shag underway?" Buffy groaned. "Can you please not call it that? This is my baby sister we're talking about." "Listen, B, Marcus didn't help me kidnap Draco so he and Dawn could play checkers, ah-ight? He's trussed up in the D's bed specifically to give lil sis a bit of the freaky-naughty... and maybe some birthday spankings. It's absolutely amazing how much tension a good spanking done right can get rid of." "Why do I even bother speaking to you?" Faith fake-punched Buffy's shoulder. "Because you LIKE me now." "Perhaps." Buffy said, fighting a grin. "Um, Faith..." Willow said. "Uh, I hate to ask, but who's keeping Giles busy?" Faith chuckled evilly. Willow and Xander exchanged a nervous look. "Draco's mom." Willow gasped. "What? She's divorced. Divorced women need love too. Marcus talked her into it. You know she helped us get into Malfoy Manor, so we could kidnap the little ass." "No, it's not that... it's just she's so... aggressive." "What'samatta, Red? You afraid the G-man don't like to be tied up and spanked?" "And I'll thank you never to introduce THAT image into my brain again!" Xander hissed. "Why is it that everyone continually is getting spanked but me? Still?" Willow grumbled. "Even Dawnie's got possible spankings in her future." Buffy rolled her eyes. "Now change out of those pajamas, B. The guys'll be here any minute." "Guys?" "Marcus and some of the other Order members." "I still think it's funny that you're the only one of us who REALLY knows what your boyfriend looks like." "Marcus can't help it if he's a big old freaky spy boy who has to down some weirdo potion to look like a couple of someone elses to keep him from getting death cursed. I think it's kinda wicked that he used to be all evil and shit, and now he's all on the road to redemption. He reminds me of.... me." "At least he's not all creepy like that Snape guy." Xander said. "Human bat much? That guy gave me the wig." Faith snorted. "Snape kicks ass, Xand. Marcus's godfather is the shizzle, my bizzle." "Oh my goddess." Willow groaned. "If we are hanging out with you and Marcus and his buddies, can you please refrain from talking like that tonight? Or ever?" There was a tapping at the window. Buffy frowned. When she opened it, Marcus stuck his head in... or the face the rest of the gang had come to know as Marcus's public face. He was perched on his broom. "Hey baby." Faith said with a suggestive leer. Marcus winked at her, then took in Buffy's appearance. "You wearing that out, Summers? Cute." "Oh fuck you, Marcus." "Promise? Can Faith watch?" Buffy rolled her eyes and stalked into her bathroom. Faith made a face at her boyfriend. "You shouldn't have done that. You how not funny she finds the idea of me watching you guys have sex." Marcus chuckled. "Now she's gonna take extra long getting dressed." "Well, can the gang come up then?" "Who's with you?" Faith said, sticking half her body out the window to look down. "Charlie Weasley. The twins. Katie Bell. Wood. Tonks." Marcus answered while taking a good look at the curve of Faith's jean-clad rear as she was leaned over the window ledge. Faith grinned. "How're they getting up?" "Thought they might use the door." "And alert all the mini-slays that the big kids are playing up here? No way." "Then I guess I'll fly them all up here on my broom one by one." "And Draco called you stupid earlier." Marcus made a face at her. "Actually, he called me a stupid arse, but I feel it had very little to do with my actual brain, and more to do with the fact that I was tying him up and putting him in a sack for transport here. Being kidnapped has never been his favorite." Faith chuckled. "How IS Draco doing, by the by?" "Wouldn't know." Faith said with a shrug. "We're not into watching D have sex." *~*~*~* Dawn stared at the bureau drawer that was supposed to have her pajamas in it with horror. She was beginning to smell a rat. The only thing in that drawer, despite the fact that she had an insane amount of pajama pants and tops, was this black lace silk slip dress nightie and a green silk cami top with little barely-cover-your-arse shortie shorts. She was having trouble breathing. She couldn't believe her sister and her friends had done this to her. She slammed shut the drawer and opened the one under it. Dawn grabbed a t shirt and a pair of boxer shorts. Then on impulse she grabbed a pair of bootie socks. She'd just add an extra blanket to the bed. Dawn hurried to the adjoining bath to take a quick shower and change for bed. She was sweaty from her round of 'kick the Dawn'. When Dawn finally returned, it was to be met with a steely gray stare. He was still bound to her bed. Still glaring. "Hi. I'm Dawn. Dawn Summers. Um... welcome to my room." His eyebrows furrowed into a scowl. "I'll take your gag off, but, um, don't yell or stuff cos I had a rough day and my head still hurts a little." Dawn sat on his side of the bed and removed the gag. The guy sighed and worked his jaw a bit. All Dawn could do was stare. He was very pretty... in this sharp and pointy sort of way. He sort of looked... familiar too. "Have I seen you somewhere before?" "You're the slayer's little sister." Dawn blinked. British guy. Cool. "That's me. Dawn. And you are..." "Draco Malfoy." "Ooooo! That's where I've seen you. Narcissa's your mom, right?" "Yes." Dawn squealed and jumped a bit. "She's the coolest." He raised an eyebrow. "She comes around to borrow books from Giles's library and get on his nerves, but I think he really likes that she comes around. She's cool because when he gets all condescending and proper she just acts like he's acting normal. That REALLY gets his British knickers all twisty. And it's fun." Draco was just staring at her. "What?" "You seem like a very silly little girl.." Dawn bristled. "Well, I happen to like being silly, fussy britches. And I'm not a little girl. I'm eighteen. Today, as a matter of fact." "Well, aren't you just the most grown-up thing ever." He snapped. "There's no need for you to get nasty because you're tied up, and I'm not." He glared. There was a muscle ticking in his jaw. "So how old are you?" "None of your affair." "Come on." Nothing. "Come on." He glared harder. "Come on." This time she said it with a poke to his ribs. He got the most hilarious incredulous look on his face. "How dare you prod me." Dawn snorted. "Why? You ticklish?" His eyes widened. "Because if you are, there's not a lot you can do about it all tied up like that." Dawn wiggled a finger at him. Draco jerked at his bonds. The handcuffs on this wrists clanked loudly against the iron workings of the headboard. "You wouldn't DARE." She had the absolute gall to laugh at him. Then she smiled wickedly before she as good as pounced on him and started tickling his ribs. "Noooooo...." Giggling. "Stop...." Out and out laughing. "I'll..." Gasps for breath. "Get you..." Hearty chuckling. "For this!" Just then he jerked one of his wrists really hard. The part of the headboard it was cuffed to gave way, and Draco pulled one arm free. Sure, it had handcuffs dangling from it, but it was a free hand. Free to move about... and grab. Dawn gasped. Her eyes went very wide. It also wasn't the best thing ever that she was straddling his hips just now to tickle-torture him. "Now you're in big trouble." Dawn squealed in surprise when she suddenly found herself UNDER him. "Untie my feet. Get these manacles off of me." "I can't really do that with you laying on me." Draco eased off of her. Dawn scrambled out of the bed. "Untie my feet." "Do it yourself." She snapped. Draco scowled and started working the knot on the rope around his ankles with one hand. He was rather unsuccessful. Dawn just watched from a safe distance. "You could help me, you know." "I could." She didn't move. "Do I have to beg?" "That'd be nice." He actually growled at her. Dawn, highly amused by that, walked back to the bed, sat down, and began working the knot. As soon as he was free, Draco grabbed a handful of Dawn's t shirt and tossed her back to the bed. She shrieked in surprise. Especially because she was now pinned beneath him with one of his thighs in between hers. "I mentioned you were in big trouble, right?" Dawn's eyes were very wide. "I untied your feet." "Yes and I thank you. Otherwise I wouldn't be able to do this." Dawn gasped when his thigh moved in between hers... against certain parts. Oh this was a little crazy. "But...." "Big trouble." He said with narrowed eyes. "I hate... HATE being tickled." "So you're gonna rape me?" She squeaked. Draco pulled back a little. "Rape? Who said rape? I'm not going to rape you! Bloody hell, woman! I've never had to FORCE someone to have sex with me. Why ever would I start now? Especially in a place that holds a woman related to you who is so very capable of reducing me to a very bloody pulp if I so much as harm a brunette hair on your pointy head." "My head is not pointy." Draco chuckled. "Look, we don't have to do anything you don't want to do, ay? I'll admit I was right pissed when I got abducted for here. Didn't like to be used so.... someone's birthday shag. It's degrading. Then you popped out in your t shirt and little sleepy shorts welcoming me to your room. Sort of... adorable in this near-vomitous way. I liked it a bit. It's the complete antithesis of how I would have acted if our roles were reversed." "Oh? And how would you have acted?" "I'd have ravished you." Dawn's eyes went wide again, and her mouth formed an O. "You have really got to stop reacting with such shock. It's terribly attractive to me for some reason tonight." She snapped her mouth closed. He chuckled again. "I'm twenty-one by the way. Would you like to unwrap your present?" "They didn't pay you, did they?" "I'm not a male prostitute." "Why are you... why all of a sudden..." "You amuse me. You're nice to look at, quite different from any other girl I've ever met, and you feel good underneath me." Dawn blushed. "Shall I keep going?" "No, no. That's good, I suppose." "Would you mind..." He rattled his still-cuffed hand. "I really didn't see a key. My sister probably has it, and I am SO not going to ask her for it back right now." "Then I guess this will be just the mildest form of kinky." *~*~*~*~* Dawn heard a noise. She groaned slightly when she opened her eyes. Her body felt abused. She saw Faith heading out her door with the two sets of handcuffs. "Sorry, D. Marcus and I need these. Happy birthday, sweetie. Hoped you liked your present... but ah... it really looks like you did." Faith started laughing loudly as she closed the door. Dawn turned to look in the bed next to her. Draco was lying on his stomach... naked. She sat up with a grasp, clutching the sheet to her bare chest. One of his legs was hanging off of the bed... and there were nail marks all down his pale back. There was also... she leaned in for a closer look... a bite mark on his left ass cheek. It oddly resembled her teeth. Dawn put a hand over her mouth. Suddenly he rolled onto his side and regarded her with a sexy grin. "Morning, gorgeous. Ready for another go?" Holy God, he was naked, and there was a hickey on his chest slightly above and to the left of his right nipple. "I... yes?" "Good." Dawn squealed when he pounced on her. He was already placing playfully light bites on her throat when he noticed something. Draco pulled back a bit. "Both my hands are free." "Yeah. Faith-" "Well, just imagine all the fun we can have now that I can use BOTH hands." Her eyes went wide. "What would you like for your birthday breakfast, sweet? One orgasm or two?" "I...." "Three it is then." "I'm not gonna be able to walk today." "That's the idea. No walking equals no getting out of bed." "You're kinda naughty." "I'll have you know I am VERY naughty, and if you only think I'm kind of naughty, I'm not doing something right and shall have to rectify the situation immediately by way of sex." "Aren't you tired?" "A little. We could sleep for a bit longer and then have more sex." Dawn rolled her eyes. "You sure do like sex a lot." "Well, I didn't used to, I'll have you know. It was something I just... did, but I am finding I rather like shagging you. It's very fulfilling." Then he rolled his eyes and gestured to his crotch area. "See? Just talking about it is getting the little wizard to stand at attention." Things were starting to 'look up' in that area. Dawn giggled. "You know, I liked having sex with you too." "We sound awfully romantic, don't we?" Draco remarked with an eye roll. Dawn giggled some more... and not just because his fingertips on her nipple sort of tickled. "I like to fuck you. I like to fuck you too. Perhaps we should fuck." He mocked. "Ok." Dawn chewed her bottom lip. "But what happens later? You know, when we get out of the bed?" "You want to have sex somewhere besides the bed?" "You know what I mean." "You mean after I'm finished playing 'Manwhore, the birthday gift'?" Dawn snickered. "Yeah. After that." "I guess we start hanging about one another. Figure out if there's anything else we like to do with one another besides shagging." "What if there isn't?" "Then I guess we just have sex." "This is kinda weird." "A bit, isn't it?" He paused for a moment. "Well, I did promise three O's for breakfast. I had better get a move on, ay?" He grinned at her wolfishly before disappearing under the covers. Dawn gasped and tried to get out of the bed, despite her naked state. He grabbed her hips and didn't allow that. Then she squealed half in surprise and half in delight when his mouth touched somewhere mouths had never been on her. *~* end ficlet.
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