Title: A Series of Moments

Author: Syn

E-Mail: veruca_werewolf@hotmail.com

Content: Dawn/Andrew

Rating: R

Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me.

Summary: 10 Dawn/Andrew-centric drabbles. (100 word stories)

A/N: I love drabbles. They're so much fun and such a challenge to write since you have stay within the bounds of 100 words. And since I was feeling D/A-ish, I went for a D/A theme. Clever, ain't I? There are some silly ones, racy ones, and future ones in here, in no particular order. Enjoy.

Feedback: Why not? It's pretty painless.

[One Moment]

Dawn held the glass to Andrew's lips as he drank greedily. A trickle of water dripped down his chin. She followed its path with her eyes. He suddenly caught her gaze as he pulled his mouth away.

Her heart stopped.

There were thoughts and deeds in the blue ocean of his eyes. It scared her and drew her in. She wanted to drown in him and she didn't want to fight it.

He started to say something, but someone calling her name broke the spell. Quickly, she ran from the room, whole world shaken by one moment in his eyes.

[Watching]

She had a rhythm down and it fascinated him. The bristles of the brush trailing like fingers through each thick strand. Her hair falling across one pale cheek, her eyes jewel bright in the bathroom lights that reflected off the mirror.

His throat tightened as she tilted her head to the side, the brush flashing, her mouth turned into a frown, pouty pink lips tucked between her teeth. His heart ached to watch her.

“Andrew?”

He started and turned, seeing Willow glaring at him from the hallway. Quickly he walked away from the bathroom, Dawn’s image burned into his brain.

[Compromising Situations]

Andrew cracked one eye open, the television flickering brightly. He was warm and there was something lying against him. He moved one hand and felt skin beneath his palm.

He sat up quickly, staring down at Dawn, face lit an eerie blue by the TV. She was sound asleep, curled up against him on the couch.

They must have fallen asleep watching cartoons. He smiled, brushing a strand of hair off her cheek. She didn't stir and he settled back down, arms around her.

As he lay there, he was glad she was asleep. His pants were suddenly very tight.

[Technique]

"Open your mouth."

"This good?"

"No…wider."

"'Ow 'bout now?"

"Yeah, right there."

"Ow! You got me in the eye!"

"Sorry! I was aiming for your mouth."

"At least you didn't get it in my ear. Yuck."

"Just hold still and let me do my special technique."

"Technique? Where did you learn it?"

"In Mexico. Jonathan and I would do this when we didn't have much money. It's fun once you get the hang of it."

"That's sad. You so need a life."

"Shut up and open wide."

Dawn immediately complied as Andrew tossed popcorn at her mouth with a grin.

[Future Battles]

Sweat slicked down Andrew's side as he ran. He was aware of Dawn on his left, blood coursing down her face.

He saw her falter and stumble. Immediately he swung around, scooping her up and tugging her back down the street.

"We have to fight."

"You're hurt."

"I'll be fine. We have to kill this thing. Now!"

He knew the resolve in her voice and turned, bringing up the sword as the demon bounded out of the shadows and bore down on them. He wasn't afraid. They'd fought side by side for years and won.

They would win tonight. Together.

[The Dance]

The Bronze was packed full of people, but Dawn felt very alone. Sitting in a dark corner, she watched everyone else having a good time. She wondered where he was…

"Wanna dance?" A voice in her ear suddenly asked, hands descending on her shoulders, breath tickling her neck. Chills coursed down her spine.

"Sure." She said with false casualness as she took his hand. He led her out onto the dance floor, folding his arms around her.

Her heart beat in her chest. Did he know how she felt?

She couldn't ask, only dance as he held her dangerously close.

[Figure Study]

Cold air swirled over her skin as she settled on her stomach. The silken sheets were rumpled around her as she stretched, hair tossed across her shoulders.

"Don't move."

She did as she was told, lying still as he looked her over. His smile warmed her as he took up his pencil and started drawing her naked form sprawled across their bed.

He worked quickly, fingers flying over the paper, blue eyes hungry as he studied her. He knew her body so well already and she still took his breath away.

But when he finally finished, it took her breath away.

[In the Dreaming]

Warmth floods her system. Fingers brush her neck and then her spine. Her hair is a tangled mess on the pillows; back arching, bellies sliding together.

His mouth hesitates once; then his tongue darts out, sweeping across her skin with one hot stroke. A moan escapes her mouth. Her body shudders. Hands weave through the sweaty blonde hair that brushes her cheek. His body settles easily between her legs.

He tenses, kissing her hungrily as he enters her with a hard thrust. She clutches him, moaning as her world explodes.

Dawn wakes suddenly, the ghost of Andrew's body on hers.

[Fantasy]

They crashed together on the back porch, clothing pushed frantically aside. He pinned her between him and the wall and entered her. He kissed her as a moan escaped her throat. Her hips rocked against his as he pushed deep inside her, slamming her back against the house.

Faster and faster he pushed inside as she clutched at him. Time slowed and there was nothing but pleasure. Her head went back when she came, body quaking around his. He came a moment later, shuddering.

Andrew smiled and let out a quiet breath, then drew his hand out of the blankets.

[Declarations]

Rain pounded down as he ran, hair plastered to his forehead. He reached the bus as it took off, slamming his fist on the side. It stopped, doors swinging open.

"Dawn!"

"Andrew! What are you…?" She asked, coming up the aisle as everyone stared.

"You can't go!"

"Why not?" She asked, face hopeful as he drew her into the rain.

"I love you. Don't leave Sunnydale."

"Andrew…"

"Tell me you love me…I…." His heart dropped.

She hesitated once, tears flooding her eyes. "I love you too."

And then…they were kissing, drenched and happy. Nothing would ever come between them again.