: LustWord Count
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Dawn envied the way Buffy moved on the dance floor but she reminded herself that even without the perks of Slayer rhythm she turned a few of heads of her own. Heads that Buffy would gladly mount on a wall; a protectiveness that in Dawn’s eyes was a complete ‘catch 22’. How was she supposed to see the world if Buffy sheltered her from the worst and the best of it?
Speaking of the best Dawn kept her half smile in place as the two hotties that had just entered the dingy bar. The taller of the pair sent her an almost apologetic smile and Dawn had to suppress the blush threatening to embarrass her.
Ignoring the urge to keep eye contact with the honey Dawn let her gaze drop to his shorter counterpart. Whose focus was on Buffy as she kept the males away with a skill that rivaled a lioness protecting a kill. Dawn sighed, as soon as this lioness saw her ‘cub’ was endanger of being ravaged she’d be there in nanosecond. Her eyes drew back to the taller of the two against their will.
God, she wished she could be ravaged.
Just for a little while. The End.