Title: Newtons Third Law
Rating: PG
Summary: For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction
Pairings: Dawn/Spike Buffy/Angel

"For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction -Newtons Third Law of Motion.


“I don’t like it. It’s creepy,” Buffy said.

Angel just grumbled and took another sip of his Guinness.

“Just look, don’t you think it’s creepy too?”

Angel grunted again. This was not exactly how he wanted to spend his Friday night.

“That’s it? I’m wigging out and all I get is a grunt?” Buffy asked.

Angel shrugged. “What do you want me to say? Yes it’s creepy, but if I ponder it too much it’s going to ruin the whole night.” He slipped an arm around Buffy’s waist and pulled her close. He nuzzled her neck. “Personally, I’m enjoying the night way too much to let that ruin it.”

Buffy laughed and leaned into Angel.

“Oh, God, please don’t tell me I have to watch you two cuddle and kiss all night,” Connor said.

“Nope, you don’t have to be here. You could have stayed home and done homework,” Angel said.

“Gah, I think I’ll take your physics homework, or whatever it is you’re studying over watching that,” Buffy said with a nod toward the dance floor.

Connor tossed himself into a chair next to Angel and ordered his own Guinness. “It’s not that bad.”

Buffy arched an eyebrow at him. “You do have eyes. You are seeing the same thing we’re seeing, right?”

Connor snorted with laughter. “Yeah. At least she waited until he was human to date him. I mean boning a corpse…ewww.”

“Oh my God, you don’t think they’re-hey!” Buffy smacked him in the arm hard enough to make Connor wince.

Their conversation was interrupted by the aforementioned creepy sight, Spike and Dawn attached at the hip. Spike sat down and pulled Dawn into his lap.

“Dawn, there are two other chairs here,” Buffy said.

Connor laughed. “Says the girl who’s practically in my dad’s lap.”

“You just hush,” Buffy warned. This was her sister and Spike; there was no room for logic in that equation.

“Spike and I were talking about Halloween and what we’re doing,” Dawn swiftly changed the subject.

Buffy shrugged. “I thought maybe we’d rent some videos. Angel has been completely deprived of the whole phenomenon that is known as Nightmare on Elm Street.”

Dawn snorted. “No way. It’s their first Halloween human in over a century; we’re doing something fun with costumes.”

“Dawn, need I remind you of the catastrophe that was the last Halloween I dressed up? I got stuck as princess who knew nothing. I think Spike remembers that,” Buffy smiled in that sweet sarcastic way at the blond.

“Hey now, no holding me accountable for things I did before the soul. You don’t hold Peaches there accountable.”

“Just make sure you dress up as something that can kick ass, like Xena,” Dawn suggested.

“I am not wearing a Xena costume,” Buffy said.

“I sort of already rsvp’d for us to go to a Halloween party, costumes required.”

“Dawnie!” Buffy shrieked.

She shrugged. “I knew you wouldn’t go unless I made it mandatory, so now it’s mandatory. It’ll be fun and it’s for charity.”

Buffy grumbled. Connor laughed. “It’ll be fun. I’ve never actually been to a real Halloween party, I remember them with the Reilly’s but I wasn’t there, so this will be my first.”

Angel pressed his lips into a thin line, guilt riding over his features. Buffy elbowed him. “No doing that. You and Connor had this talk, he understands, right?” She glanced up at Connor.

Connor nodded. “Yeah, I get it and I’m grateful. I know what it cost you.”

Angel smiled slightly at his son.

“What are you and Spike going as? Romeo and Juliet?” Buffy smirked.

“Ewww no, much too tragic. You and Angel are the tragic, star crossed soul mates. We were thinking Bonnie and Clyde,” Dawn responded.

Buffy smiled. Bonnie and Clyde fit the couple, as much as she hated to think of them as a couple. “Yeah, but we’re proof star crossed soul mates do work out sometimes. And hey, it only took a prophecy and some divine intervention.”

“Speaking of which, this is supposed to be a whole celebrating almost six months of you guys being human and no one here has had nearly enough liquor to be celebratory,” Dawn said. She stood up and tugged on Spike’s hand with a pout. “Come with me to get drinks.”

Almost six months ago, Connor had shown up at Buffy’s doorstep in Rome holding up two beaten and injured former vampires. The apocalypse they’d fought in LA ended up being the final battle fought for their redemption. They’d ended up human which was somewhat of an untimely thing. It’d taken nearly three months to heal all the injuries they’d incurred in battle. Angel still walked with a little bit of a limp when he was tired. He probably always would. Humans don’t have their leg broken the way his had been and not limp.

Dawn and Spike returned with a bottle of tequila and five shot glasses.

Buffy wrinkled her nose at the sight of the bottle. “We’re not doing tequila shots are we?”

Dawn grinned. “Yeah, we are.” She sat a bowl of sliced limes in the middle of the table along with a saucer of margarita salt. “Everyone claim your glass.”

There were grumbles, but they all grabbed shot glasses.

“Okay, everyone salt up.” Dawn fixed her eyes on Spike. A slow, sexy grin spread across her face and she ran her tongue along the rim of the glass.

“Bugger, Luv you keep doing that we’re not staying,” Spike growled.

Dawn threw her head back and laughed.

Buffy covered her eyes. “Oh God, someone shield me.”

Angel chuckled and pulled Buffy into a deep kiss. He finally let her go and she snuggled deeper into his chest.

“Good shielding, you realize you may have to repeat that throughout the night,” she grinned.

“So not a problem,” Angel rumbled into her hair.

“Okay, between the four of you, I’m going to have to grab some Italian chick just to feel part of the gang,” Connor said.

“You know wenching really is better done when there aren’t other women around,” Angel said.

“Okay I can live with never hearing the word wenching come out of your mouth again,” Buffy said.

Angel chuckled. “Sorry, that’s what it was called in my day.”

Everyone salted their shot glass. Spike poured the tequila, an expensive bottle of Petron. Buffy and Dawn grabbed limes from the bowl in the center of the table. The boys opted to shoot their tequila straight.

Dawn raised her glass. “To being human.” She looked straight at Spike as she said it, counting her blessings and thanking the fates above.

Buffy echoed her toast, her free hand reaching out instinctively to Angel. She took his hand in hers and kissed the pulse point of his wrist. A smile came to her lips. She couldn’t get used to the feeling of that little pulse jumping when she touched him. “That’s a good feeling, your pulse against my skin.”

“Oh for God’s sake! Enough with the sap and you think Spike and I are gross?” Dawn shrieked.

Connor laughed. “One of these days those of you without super hearing are going to have to listen to me, I told you they knew we were talking about them.”

Buffy smirked and tossed back her shot. Dawn, Spike, Angel and Connor followed suit. Dawn and Buffy made awful faces, sticking their tongues out and scrambling for lime wedges. They bit into them, which prompted another face, but not as bad.

Spike ran his finger down Dawn’s nose. “You make the cutest faces when you drink.”

Dawn captured his finger between her teeth and looked up at him from beneath her lashes.

“Oooo, puppy bites,” Spike mock growled.

“Quick, quick shielding!” Buffy squealed and wrapped her arms around Angel’s neck, kissing him soundly on the lips.

* * * *

“Okay, so what are we toasting now?” Dawn stood up and stumbled against Spike. This prompted an eruption of giggles from her.

“Sunlight,” Spike said

“Oooo good one. Haven’t toasted sunlight yet…I don’t think,” Dawn wrinkled her nose and smiled. She leaned over until her forehead and her nose touched Spike’s. “I like you in the sunlight. Your skin gets all tanned and sexy.”

“Buffy kisses in the sunlight,” Angel said out of nowhere.

“Huh? We’re toasting my kisses?” Buffy glanced up a bit too quickly and made the room swim. She braced herself against Angel’s shoulder.

“No, Spike doesn’t get to toast your kisses. I’m toasting your kisses in the sunlight,” Angel said, clutching Buffy’s arm.

“Wouldn’t want to toast her bloody kisses anyway. Come here, Baby, rather toast yours,” Spike said pulling Dawn into his body and nibbling at her lips. She tasted like salt and lime. Even after months of being human, Spike relished the taste, the real taste of things.

“Shielding, shielding!” Buffy squealed, her hands fluttering in the air.

The overwhelming sound of kissing was entirely too much for Connor to handle. “Okay, I’m going wenching as Dad would say. Call a cab when you’re ready to go home because all of you are three sheets to the wind. Don’t wait up.” He pushed himself away from the table, much less drunk then the other four. Something to be said for Vampire like constitution.


*

Drusilla watched from the upper floor of the tavern. She turned to the minion beside her. “Follow Daddy’s boy. Be careful, I’ve heard he’s quite a tiger. Rawr,” she said making claws of her hands. “And no hurting him, he’s family.”

The minion nodded and slipped out the back door, down the fire escape. Drusilla turned back to the scene below her. “Look at Spikey, fawning all over a dolly who isn’t even real and Daddy with that nasty slayer. She’ll have to pay, breaking my sweet Prince and my Daddy like that. “She glided along the upper floor, trailing her hand along the railing. Her narrowed her eyes at the slayer and made hissing noises. “She’ll have to pay.”