Wesley/Dawn ficlet
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cheesygirlWhat the world needs is more Wesley/Dawn pr0n. Here's some, and it's library pr0n to boot! Rated NC-17, almost 600 words, unbetaed. No library furniture was harmed in the writing of this fic.
“What are you doing?” Wesley asked the nubile young lady who was wiggling her way into his lap.
Dawn wrapped her arms around his neck. “Seducing you,” she said as she began kissing down his throat.
Wesley placed his hands on her waist and set her upright. “There isn’t time now, Dawn. We have to translate this inscription--”
“Before the demons open the portal and the world gets sucked in and we all die horrible painful deaths yadda yadda yadda.” Dawn sighed. “Like we haven’t been through this before?”
“If we neglect our duties that is precisely what will happen. Would you like to die a horrible painful death yadda yadda yadda?” Wesley retorted.
Dawn glared at him, arms crossed.
“Well then, I think we need to return to work,” Wesley said as he resumed scribbling notes.
Dawn wasn’t giving up that easily. She bent down, showing a fair amount of cleavage in the process, and whispered in his ear, “I’m not wearing any panties.”
“Is it laundry day already?”
Dawn thumped him on the arm. “I hate it when you’re in obsessive research mode. We haven’t fucked in days.”
“I think you’ll survive, and so shall I.” Wesley replied coolly.
“Oh, really?” Dawn reached down and cupped the front of his trousers. “Maybe you should research other ways to get rid of this hard-on, then.”
Wesley dropped his pencil and moaned. “Dawn,” he warned.
“Fuck me, you sarcastic, uptight, cold-hearted bastard.”
Before Dawn could even finish her sentence she found herself face down on the research table. She felt cool air as her skirt was flipped up and heard the sound of Wesley’s zip open. She moaned in relief as his cock slipped inside.
“It’s about time,” she said as she spread her legs and braced herself against the table.
“You are an impertinent, impatient, impossible little girl.” Wesley scolded through gritted teeth as he pounded into her mercilessly.
“Yes. Fuck, yes!”
“You’re a spoiled brat with no thought for anyone but yourself.”
“I am. I’m bad. I’m bad bad bad—oh god that’s so good!”
“You’re wicked.”
“Yes!”
“And selfish--”
“Fuck, Wes. Oh god oh god oh god.”
“And--”
“Ungh-ungh-ungh-ungh-ungh!!”
“So—fucking--amazing.” Wesley said as he thrust into her one last time. He slumped against her panting form for a moment before straightening up and fastening his trousers.
Dawn yelped as he slapped her bare ass. He looked around and tutted despairingly.
“Look at the mess you’ve made of my notes, Dawn. You’ll have to put them back in order.”
Dawn turned her head and looked up at him through fallen strands of her mussed hair. “The mess I made?”
“Now, please?” he insisted, looking as if he hadn’t just been frantically fucking her against his treasured antique library table.
Dawn pushed herself off the table. She was pleasantly sore and sticky between her legs. “Can I go clean myself up first?”
Wesley lifted one displeased eyebrow. “After you’ve tidied this mess.” He sat down and retrieved his notebook from the scattered pile of papers. “Get to it.”
Dawn growled softly and quickly began setting the pages in order. She could have sworn she saw Wesley smile out of the corner of her eye. Dawn figured he got off on bossing her around as much as he did fucking her. She snorted as something occurred to her. She kind of got off on it too.
“Thank you, Dawn. You may go now.”
Dawn primly placed a chaste kiss on his forehead. “I love it when you’re in obsessive research mode.”
“What are you doing?” Wesley asked the nubile young lady who was wiggling her way into his lap.
Dawn wrapped her arms around his neck. “Seducing you,” she said as she began kissing down his throat.
Wesley placed his hands on her waist and set her upright. “There isn’t time now, Dawn. We have to translate this inscription--”
“Before the demons open the portal and the world gets sucked in and we all die horrible painful deaths yadda yadda yadda.” Dawn sighed. “Like we haven’t been through this before?”
“If we neglect our duties that is precisely what will happen. Would you like to die a horrible painful death yadda yadda yadda?” Wesley retorted.
Dawn glared at him, arms crossed.
“Well then, I think we need to return to work,” Wesley said as he resumed scribbling notes.
Dawn wasn’t giving up that easily. She bent down, showing a fair amount of cleavage in the process, and whispered in his ear, “I’m not wearing any panties.”
“Is it laundry day already?”
Dawn thumped him on the arm. “I hate it when you’re in obsessive research mode. We haven’t fucked in days.”
“I think you’ll survive, and so shall I.” Wesley replied coolly.
“Oh, really?” Dawn reached down and cupped the front of his trousers. “Maybe you should research other ways to get rid of this hard-on, then.”
Wesley dropped his pencil and moaned. “Dawn,” he warned.
“Fuck me, you sarcastic, uptight, cold-hearted bastard.”
Before Dawn could even finish her sentence she found herself face down on the research table. She felt cool air as her skirt was flipped up and heard the sound of Wesley’s zip open. She moaned in relief as his cock slipped inside.
“It’s about time,” she said as she spread her legs and braced herself against the table.
“You are an impertinent, impatient, impossible little girl.” Wesley scolded through gritted teeth as he pounded into her mercilessly.
“Yes. Fuck, yes!”
“You’re a spoiled brat with no thought for anyone but yourself.”
“I am. I’m bad. I’m bad bad bad—oh god that’s so good!”
“You’re wicked.”
“Yes!”
“And selfish--”
“Fuck, Wes. Oh god oh god oh god.”
“And--”
“Ungh-ungh-ungh-ungh-ungh!!”
“So—fucking--amazing.” Wesley said as he thrust into her one last time. He slumped against her panting form for a moment before straightening up and fastening his trousers.
Dawn yelped as he slapped her bare ass. He looked around and tutted despairingly.
“Look at the mess you’ve made of my notes, Dawn. You’ll have to put them back in order.”
Dawn turned her head and looked up at him through fallen strands of her mussed hair. “The mess I made?”
“Now, please?” he insisted, looking as if he hadn’t just been frantically fucking her against his treasured antique library table.
Dawn pushed herself off the table. She was pleasantly sore and sticky between her legs. “Can I go clean myself up first?”
Wesley lifted one displeased eyebrow. “After you’ve tidied this mess.” He sat down and retrieved his notebook from the scattered pile of papers. “Get to it.”
Dawn growled softly and quickly began setting the pages in order. She could have sworn she saw Wesley smile out of the corner of her eye. Dawn figured he got off on bossing her around as much as he did fucking her. She snorted as something occurred to her. She kind of got off on it too.
“Thank you, Dawn. You may go now.”
Dawn primly placed a chaste kiss on his forehead. “I love it when you’re in obsessive research mode.”
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Date: 2006-09-22 07:31 pm (UTC)Deliciously wicked and HOT!!
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Date: 2006-09-22 07:42 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-09-22 08:21 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-09-22 10:24 pm (UTC)Dawn thumped him on the arm. “I hate it when you’re in obsessive research mode. We haven’t fucked in days.”
You so rock. How very feisty, sarcastic Wes. :)
“Maybe you should research other ways to get rid of this hard-on, then.”
*snickers* Met his match, has he? *g*
This is excellent, and hawt. :) Thank you for this.
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Date: 2006-09-23 03:47 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-09-23 05:55 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-09-24 09:40 am (UTC)