See Me by Gwynnega

Dawn couldn't help but notice that Willow and Kennedy weren't getting along. And that was weird, because you would think that now the trouble was over (for the moment, anyway, because they all seemed to be trouble-magnets), they would want to relax and enjoy themselves.

Everyone was staying at Angel's hotel for a few weeks. Soon they'd have to figure out what to do next. She and Buffy had even been spending some time with their dad, who seemed a lot more motivated to hang with them now that their town had been decimated in grand style.

It was a big hotel, but Willow and Kennedy's arguments rang through the halls - at least if you were on the same floor, which Dawn was. Then Kennedy caught Willow kissing that Fred girl, and all hell broke loose. Willow said it wasn't a big thing - it was just that she and Kennedy had fallen into something convenient, what with them both living at the Summers house - but now she wasn't sure they fit.

"Convenient? I'm convenient?" Kennedy shrieked.

"Well, that's not exactly the word I'd use to describe you at the moment," Willow replied, several decibels quieter but still pretty damn loud. Dawn was in her room, but she didn't have to strain one bit to hear.

"If it was all about convenience," Kennedy sneered, "why didn't you sleep with Buffy? Why didn't you sleep with Dawn?"

Dawn knew it was a rhetorical question, but for some reason she waited with bated breath for the reply.

Willow said, "Now you're being ridiculous."

Dawn felt insulted. What was she, chopped liver? Okay, so Willow had known her since she was a kid (although those were monk-made memories), but she wasn't a kid now. Once upon a time, she'd had a crush on Spike (poor Spike), but he'd only thought of her as the Little Bit. She guessed she just wanted someone to see her, want her, as a woman, not only research girl and foreign language whiz. And no, she'd never been particularly into girls, but it wasn't as if she'd had much experience with anyone of either sex, aside from that teen vamp, and that was forever ago.

Willow and Kennedy quieted down - either giving each other the silent treatment or having makeup sex. Dawn found herself wishing the former.

Sure enough, they broke up, and Kennedy moved out of the hotel. Dawn waited to see if Willow would take up with Fred, but apparently Fred was involved with some scientist guy. Dawn wasn't sure why she cared to know this stuff, except that she didn't have a love life of her own, and it seemed unlikely she would anytime soon. So she focused on other people's love lives.

There wasn't much to do at the hotel besides read or watch TV. None of the Sunnydale refugees had much money, so they couldn't really go anywhere cool. Angel and his friends offered to treat them, but they were mostly supporting them anyway, and besides, they worked for that evil law firm now. It was a little weird to be taking money that had been earned by evil law, though she guessed beggars couldn't be choosers.

Dawn spent a lot of time wandering the halls, imagining the people who used to stay there, back when it was a hotel hotel. She wandered aimlessly, waiting for something to happen.

One afternoon, walking down the hall of her own floor, she saw Willow's door was open a crack. She pushed it open.

Willow was sitting up against the headboard, a couple of pillows behind her head. Her legs were open, her hand between her legs.

Dawn just stood there. When Willow looked up, she pulled her hand away, closed her legs. "Dawn!" she said, eyes wide. "Privacy?"

"Sorry! Sorry..." Dawn looked away, but couldn't seem to make herself walk on down the hall. She could still see her - face flushed, eyes half-closed, mouth open. Her legs all pale and pretty, hand moving fast, ribcage rising and falling.

Dawn's face felt hot. Not just her face.

She peeked back in the door. Willow sat cross-legged on the bed, skirt down over her calves. "Dawnie...do you want to talk about it or something?"

Dawn bridled. "You mean the facts of life? Because I do know all that stuff - I'm not a kid. I masturbate too, you know." God, she had foot in mouth disease.

Willow made a face. "Really don't need to know about that..."

"You looked so pretty," Dawn said. "Doing what you were doing." She entered the room and closed the door. What was she doing? She was walking towards the bed. She sat down and reached out to stroke Willow's hair.

Willow shivered. "Dawn, what do you think you're doing? I mean, you're like family to me."

"But I'm not," she said. "I'm not family."

She kissed Willow. Her mouth was soft, but Willow didn't kiss her back. Dawn didn't care. Yes, she did. She cupped Willow's breast - small, like her own, but it felt nice in her hand. Then she reached between Willow's legs.

Willow gasped and pulled her mouth away.

"Surprised I know what to do?" Dawn asked, rubbing her up and down. She was surprised herself. She was only doing what she would want done to her - if anyone wanted her, which no one did.

But Willow was panting, eyes closed (so she could forget who was doing this to her?). Dawn rubbed harder. Willow had been halfway there when Dawn first looked in - it shouldn't take too long.

She leaned back against the pillows. Dawn pushed up her skirt and spread her legs. She pushed panties to one side and stuck a finger in her wetness. It felt so familiar - felt like herself. With one hand she fucked her, while with the other she kept rubbing.

Willow gave a great stretch and moaned. She pulsed around Dawn's finger. A feeling of accomplishment went through her. She'd done it! She pulled her finger out and savored the wetness on her hand, the wetness she'd made happen.

Willow opened her eyes and looked at Dawn with horror, and Dawn's smile faded. "Dawn, Dawn, we shouldn't have..."

"But you liked it. I made you come."

"Yes, but god, I shouldn't have. Buffy would kill me if she knew."

"She doesn't have to know." Dawn smiled again. "Maybe you could..." She took Willow's hand and led it to her crotch.

Willow pulled her hand away, and Dawn started to cry. "God, I just made you come, and you still see me as a little girl!" She reached under her own skirt. "You watch. You watch me!"

Willow's eyes softened as Dawn touched herself, one hand between her legs, the other playing with her nipple. "See me," Dawn said.

"I do see you," Willow said. "You're a beautiful, sexy woman. You can't be my beautiful, sexy woman, but that's my loss."

Dawn's heart was pounding, the pleasure building. "Don't say it if you don't mean it."

"I do mean it," Willow said. "I see you."

Dawn held off as long as she could, knowing that when it was over, she'd be alone again, alone and wanting. But Willow's eyes were on her, warm, openly appreciative. She couldn't wait.

"Willow, I'm coming - watch me - "

"I'm watching."

Afterwards, Willow kissed her and smiled. "You're quite something," she told her, and somehow that was just the right thing to say.

Dawn's breathing slowed. "Okay, getting up now." She managed to drag herself, all heavy between the legs, off the bed. At the door, she turned to look at Willow - her friend, her sort of first lover. Then she went to her own room, to ponder what she had made happen.

.End