Title: Marking

Pairing: Dawn/Spike

Summary: Dawn’s all pouty cuz she’s marked and Spike isn’t. Written for Leni

Rating: PG

 

 

 

Dawn crawled out of bed and grabbed the silk robe at the foot. She stood in front of the mirror and imagined she could see his reflection there lounging in bed behind her.

 

            “Spike, we don’t have any pictures of me and you,” she said.

 

            “Why you want pictures?” He asked.

 

            She shrugged a shoulder and picked up her brush. “I don’t know. I want to know what you and I look like next to each other,” she said.

 

            He stepped up behind her and took the brush from her. He pulled it through her hair in long, smooth strokes. “We look fantastic together. Look at you, absolutely smashing and me such a sexy bloke, how could we look anything but fantastic together,” he said.

 

            That made her giggle. She watched her reflection in the mirror, watched as the brush seemed to be pulled through her hair on its own. Her fingers trailed down the column of her neck and lingered on the curve where neck and shoulder meet, the place where she wore a small scar, a bite mark. He leaned down and placed a light kiss there. She smiled and turned in his arms.  She trailed her fingers over his neck, paused at that same curve. She furrowed her brow and pouted.

 

            “What’s that about now?” He asked.

 

            “It’s not fair,” she said.

 

            “What’s not?” He asked.

 

            “I’m all marked and your not,” she said.

 

            He grinned and held up his left hand. “Thought that’s what this was about,” he said wiggling his left ring finger so that the light winked off the gold band there.

 

            She couldn’t help but smile and glance at the rock on her own left hand. “Well, no, I mean yes but you can take that off and that only means something to the humans. Doesn’t mean much to the vampires, with them it’s all about the neck,” she said.

 

            He pulled her closer and placed a kiss on her forehead. “Sorry, Niblet, even if you bit me hard enough to break the skin, don’t think it’d scar,” he said.

 

            She pouted for a moment and then her eyes lit up. “I can’t mark you like that, but I can mark you,” she said.

 

            He cocked his scarred eyebrow at her. “How’s that?”

 

*

 

            Two days later they lay in bed, her body flush with his. Spike smoked a cigarette and blew rings to amuse Dawn. Her fingers played over the right side of his neck and she placed a soft kiss, lingering just a moment, on the curve where his neck and shoulder met.  He tilted his head just to the left.

 

            “Does it hurt?” She asked.

 

            “No. It still what you wanted?” He asked.

 

            She nodded. “It’s perfect. I need to take a picture so you can see,” she said.

 

            She hopped out of bed. He could have stopped her but he knew she wouldn’t let up until she’d gotten her picture and shown him. She retrieved the new Polaroid camera from the closet and crawled back up on the bed. She kneeled on the bed and focused the camera on him.

 

            “Kay, move your head to the left a little more. I wanna get a really good picture of it,” she said.

 

            He chuckled and did as she asked.

 

            “You realize this is going to be there forever,” he said.

 

            “Yeah, you got a problem with that?” She asked.

 

            He chuckled again and shook his head. “No, just going to be there after your gone,” he said.

 

            “Quit moving,” she ordered.

 

            The camera flashed and the picture rolled out from it. Dawn picked it up and lay back against him, resting her head and his shoulder. His arms wrapped around her waist as she waved the picture in the air waiting for it to dry.

 

            “I’m glad it will be there longer then me. When I’m gone you’ll have something to remember me by and besides maybe it will keep the evil vampire bitches away until long after I’m dust in my coffin,” she said.

 

            He didn’t smile at the comment. He was trying to forget that one of these days he’d have to live without her. He plucked the dry picture from her fingers. He grinned and tried to adjust his mental image of himself. The picture showed a brilliant red heart with the name Dawn inscribed inside of it tattooed in the exact same place she wore his mark.

 

            She’d marked him for eternity long before he’d ever gotten this tattoo and that mark would remain long after the ink in his skin had faded.