__Heat__
By Amberina
She shines like a beacon of hope, shimmering like the gorgeous mirage he's sure she is. She's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, and he wants to be near her, be inside of her more than anything in the world. He knows it's not rational and it's - well if he's being honest to himself, it's not *right* but he can't quite find the strength to care.
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He's like a ray of sunshine, a breaking of the perpetual darkness she's found her life in. He stirs something inside of her that has never been stirred before. He awakens something in her that makes her realize that she's female, and he's a man, and she wants him. She doesn't care what Buffy would think, what Spike would think, what anyone would think, she *wants* him and that's all there is to it.
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He tries to push the feelings away, tries to pretend that he doesn't want to do things to her that she's never even heard of. It's getting hard not to touch her. Not to . . .
He can't do this anymore, he can't go on pretending that there's not a fire that burns deep within him for her. It's wrong, yes, it's wrong, but that's starting to matter less and less to him.
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She tries to not make it obvious, tries not to embarrass herself in front of him, tries to pretend that she doesn't want to do things to him that would make a porn star blush. It's getting hard, and every time she thinks about how hard it's getting, her mind goes places even dirtier than before, and she doesn't want the thoughts to stop but she doesn't want . . .
It's killing her. The desire that burns within her is killing her and she doesn't know how to make it go away short of fucking him. She wants to fuck him, yeah that would be good.
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They sit beside each other, books spread out before them. His arm is only centimeters away from hers and she's acutely aware of this lack of distance. Goose-bumps start to form on her arm as she slowly brings her arm ever closer until they are touching.
She looks at him to see if he notices and his gaze slowly swings her way. His expression is unreadable as he silently looks at her and she begins to panic for a moment. A zillion thoughts zipped through her brain in those few seconds. She could feel the heat rise within her until she could hardly stand it anymore and she leaned in, a placed a passionate but quick kiss on his lips.
He doesn't seem surprised, not at all. Instead, as she pulls away, he pulls her closer, and into another kiss, his tongue parting her lips softly.
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A zillion thoughts zip through his brain, but the ones not related to her and the now and the heat that is burning so strong he can hardly stand it, he pushes away. They don't matter, not now, not at all.
They break for a moment, and though her lips are no longer on his, he can still feel them, can still feel the subtle heat that feeds the not so subtle fire within him, and he knows that this is wrong, somewhere in his head he must know, but it's the heat, the heat will be the end of him. But right now he thinks that wouldn't be a bad way to go.
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All she can feel right now is the warmth of his breath on her cheek, the warmth from his body - God he's so close, and did he really kiss her? Her thoughts stop then, her thoughts are over and done with, burned to ash by the heat she feels, the heat he emits, and they heat she knows they could make.
And then there's the ice.
"What the hell is going on?" Buffy stands in the doorway, her grocery bags dropped to the floor, along with her mouth.
Dawn shivers, Wesley pulls away, wraps his arms around his own form.
"I'm not sure I know what you're talking about," Wesley responds, and Dawn is momentarily stunned by the coldness, obviously not intentional, but coldness nonetheless, in his voice.
And then there's the heat, the heat of Buffy's anger, and Dawn wants the cold again.
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