TITLE: Dawnie's Inferno (Burn Baby Burn)--(altho I'm digging--) "Do a Little Dance; Make a Little Love; Get Dawn Tonight"...(you know, in keeping within the whole Disco confines...)

AUTHOR: A 'Snout/Whedon colaberation (he's just totally unaware of it...)

EMAIL: Snarlsnout@yahoo.com

SERIES: Spam and Umad (Buffy/Popular X-over A.U.--PT. 3)

PAIRING/RATING: Nicole/Willow; Sam/Dawn; Fluffy PG-15ish (altho it actually contains some descriptive foreplay...)

SPOILERS: The "Clem" Demon from Buffy S6 drops by...

SUMMARY: See A/N below...

DISCLAIMERS: Joss Whedon--Buffy/Ryan Murphy--Popular/ Hope Libby--Stunt Driver/Snarlsnout--Anything Left...

A/N: OK probably not a lot happening in this particular installment--just seeing if I can develop what's rapidly becoming my second favorite pairing in all of fandom (Sam/Dawn) within the Buffy/Popular A.U. that's home to my foremost faves (Willow/Nicole)... Also what the hell kinda demon is Clem anyway? (Dan, shed some light for us here...)

"Are we there yet?" Nicole groaned to herself for about the 1000th time. She was massaging her throbbing temples with her fingertips; small circular motions...

She was riding shotgun in her arch-nemesis Spam McFearsome's VW Beetle. Thanks to some crackhead rolling her vehicle and effectivly shutting down "The 10"; what should've been at the most an hour and a half drive to Sunnydale had turned into a four hour excursion into the abyss...

She now knew Spam's opinion on everything from "gun control" to "why Nsync and Ozzy should never collaberate".And in case she missed some vital factoid the first time thru, the brunette had apparently threaded the silioquy in a continuous loop. Nicole tried desperately to concentrate on the scenic urban sprawl and the "muffled fart" bass notes emitting from the Spam-mobile's blown speakers...

Finally! The Sunnydale exit. A quick navigation thru the speed-trap, and they were rolling down Main St. proper...

"OK, look Spam," Nic instructed; returning to life, checking her lip-gloss in the rear-view. "Give us a few minutes to get...caught up. Meanwhile, I'll introduce you to Anya, and Giles if he's there, and you can get the business aspects of it all from them..."

Sam was still smirking at Nic's "get caught up" line as she replayed the events leading up to this particular blurb on her life's event/time-line--What started as an assignment (an article on Kennedy High students growing interest in the occult) had led to an 11th-hour "clueless" confession to her step-sibling Brooke (if ever a witch there was, in Sam's opinion...) which in turn had led to Brooke's breach of confidence (concerning her fellow Glamazon's "relations" with a certain red-head).

"Oh yeah...", "Scoop" McPherson thought to herself, "I hit the motherlode with this one. Not only is Satan here involved in the Dark Arts, she's also ~involved~ with a Dark Artist--the artist formally known as Willow! Ha!" Sam was already mentally muck-raking the article when Nic told her to "pull over. They'd arrived at the Magic Box". "Is that your pet name for her?" Sam smirked to herself; smugly arching her eyebrow at the nervous blonde.

"Final warning Spam: DO NOT embarrass me in front of these people."

"Yea, 'cause I really want to be turned into a newt or something..." Sam tried to scoff away the seriousness of Nicole's stern threat...

The little bell on the door tinkled as it opened and closed behind them. It was like foreplay to the little bell on the cash-register as far as Anya was concerned, so imagine her disappointment when she realized these two potential customers were instead just friends of that annoying Willow person.

Xander was poised precariously on a small step-ladder changing a light-bulb after his various attempts at a "Fiat Lux!" incantation had led to naught...So he had probably the best view, not only of Will's new "squeeze", but of her attractive brunette companion--and her attractive brunette companion's white tank-top...

The room lit up immediately (no thanks to Xander...) as Willow entered and locked eyes with Nicole.

Both shy and nervous (and both horny and excited) the two girls met in a clumsy, happy hugfest.

"Hey baby," Willow gushed.

"Hey yourself," Nic sparkled; then remembering her manners--"Everybody, this is that girl I told you about--who wants to do the article. Sp--er--Sam." Then with Willow tugging relentlessly at her arms trying to coax her into the backroom, Nic concluded the introductions with a quick 'point and identify' manuver--"Anya. Xander. And--um, Dawn."

A silence hung, and time seemed momentarily suspended as the four just stared blankly at each other. The door to the exercise room slammed; an increasing level of nervous giggles and squeals emitting from the other side until finally the four had to resume motion just to avoid the further embarrasment of involuntary eavesdropping...

"Wow...that was...wow...," Xander stammered, folding the ladder.

"Yea," Sam smirked, "Instant lust-bunnies!"

"Where?!?" Anya squealed in terror, as she jumped onto the counter and quickly scanned the floor for the vile creatures...

Xander had to forego his continued mental comparison of Sam to that other brunette in a white tank top (Faith) as he rushed to console his fiance's irrational fear of those rascally rabbits...

Sam began a slow inspection of the shop, becoming increasingly aware of the young girl trying to non-chalantly follow her movements; peering over the top of her book. Sam smiled to herself as she noticed the girl getting more curious and animated with each item she perused. She toyed with the girl's cool demeanor by deliberately putting every item back down slightly askew from the way she'd found it...

"That bitch..." Dawn thought. She better not be trying to rip us off--(especially not that! I wanted that!)--Her train of thought lost as Sam swung suddenly around on her. Busted! Dawn ducked behind her book beet-red w/ embarrasment.

Sam was still chuckling to herself when she accidently bumped into Clem, the ******* demon who'd just dropped in for his special PH skin ointment. Sam started to apologize, until she got a good look at his scaly, wrinkled face and floppy ears and was immediately reduced to a nervous stammer. Exit Stage Left! Sam scurried to Dawn's table hoping to convey a warning to the unassuming waif, without instilling the panic she, herself felt...and without invoking that--thing's--wrath...

Sam plopped down in the chair across from Dawn, scooted in as close as possible, and began by blurting--

"Excuse me, little girl, don't be alarmed or anyth--"

"I'm NOT a little girl," Dawn squealed with all the pent-up frustration she'd been harboring on that subject. "If you're in Nic's class I'm only a year behind you!" she continued; fuming, her big blue eyes ablaze. "You know--as in HIGH SCHOOL!"

"Huh? M'kay. Whatever..." Sam babbled, nervously watching Clem over her shoulder. "I'm just trying to tell you that there's a...a...well, I don't know what it is, but--"

"Are you Wiccan?" Dawn asked, observing the brunette up close for the first time. Earthy. Smoky. Sultry. Her first impressions. Those deep brown eyes...Highlighted by less-than-muted Earthtones of Green (grass) eyeshadow blending into to a luminous blue (sky) layer extending past those incredible arched eyebrows... The delicate, yet intricately crafted dagger earrings; the choker with the Dragon encircling the Chinese symbol for "Life". Not Goth-trendy, like half of thier Blessed-Wanna-Be customers but still, an "alternative" look; Dawn was cool with that...

"I--Huh? No, I--" Sam tried to comprehend the girl's question. Poor Sam; confused, on the horns of a delima--trying to keep Clem's whereabouts in focus and now having to contend with this child's oddly flattering interest...

"Then you must be a lesbian," Dawn concluded, equally at ease with that scenerio. Checking out Sam's shiny black Doc Martins, the camo fatigues cropped at the knees and topped by a black fanny pack draped casually on her left hip, up to the aforementioned white tank-top which she now noticed Sam was adorning with a pair of nips on "high-beam"...

"W-w-what?!?" Sam huffed, suddenly brought back to her immediate surroundings. That's it--if they managed to escape this blood-thirsty monstrosity's carnal death spree she was definitely notifing the "Child Services" folks--this kid was obviously being permanently warped by all these mojo trappings and alterno-lifestyles...

"Hmmm, then my next guess would be Rastafarian," Dawn continued, (imagining Sam's matted mane in full-on dreads) further goading the haughty big city girl (who obviously viewed her a social inferior)..."I'm afraid you won't find any ~ganj~ in our herb section--altho I do sometimes wonder about Mr. Giles..."

Sam shook her head bewildered; eyebrows furrowed. Does this girl not realize the imminent danger she--WE are in!?!

"I'm just saying...Sunnydale's wide open--pretty much anything goes here--so you can tone down the butch thing a little--unless that's a fashion statement--I mean really, you look like part of the Initiative...or Lara Croft."

Sam was growing livid with Dawn's presumptions and critiques--or maybe just the arrogant "spoiled-brat" mannerism in which she conveyed them. Either way, she managed to momentarily block thoughts of thier impending doom to concentrate on the real issue here--setting this little bitch straight! Defending her hard-fought "anti-fashion" statement. She dismissed the "Initiative" crack as some reference to the 'dale's Gay and Lesbian Coalition...

"L-look kiddo (zing!) I'm sure you've garnered your vast fashion sense from the local "Sweater and Skirt Emporium" or the latest Britney video, but in the ~city~--"

"Whew!" Dawn mocked, "I thought you were going to say ~The Hood~ or something...Just cool the Rad-Fem jets OK? I'm down with your whole gay issue...I've been contemplating a little expirimentation myself..."

Sam just shook her head slowly in surrender; letting her forehead bonk forward on the tabletop--there's just no reasoning with this kid...God, where's Nicole when you need her...

"I'm anticipating no more than 3 meaningful, monogamous relationships with other girls during the rest of my High School career...The first of course being with a slightly older, more experienced girl--like Willow, or her old girlfriend Tara (or YOU! Dawn wanted to scream)--that can teach me all the various ways to please both her, and myself... Then, in college, I'll probably experiment a little with an older man--someone's who's outgrown the whole self-absorbed little boy attitude..like my friend Xander--I figure I won't have to make any permanent life-style desicions until I have my Graphic Arts career firmly established; then I can concentrate more on domestic issues--I mean, even if I end up with a female-life-partner, I'd still like to experience child-birth in the regular manner..."

Sam assumed she was talking about "natural child-birth", which in a way she was, compared to what Dawn was really thinking: the whole "manifested by monks" scenerio..."All in all," Dawn thought, sitting back smugly, arms folded, "That sounded pretty convincing...Damn it, I AM capable of real human thoughts and dreams..."

"Excuse me--but what planet are you from?!?" Sam blasted; inadvertantly shattering any sense of belonging poor Dawn might've finally been experiencing..."You've got your whole future planned out like it's a giant "To Do" list! Where's the sponteniaty; the passion; the...life!?!"

Dawn was feeling something akin to vertigo. Barely anchored in our reality anyway, this amazing girl who Dawn was hoping (more than anyone else she'd met) could help her aclimate, and above all accept her, was totally trashing her thin veneer of existense! And she'd thought Glory was a henious bitch!

"Oh yea?," Dawn fumed, arms folded, nodding her head with pent-up energy (er, um...) like a guest readying for a smackdown on the Jerry Springer show. "Well I don't see you 'seizing any moments here' Ms. Thang!"

Sam looked up, rolled her eyes and groaned, simultaneously balancing 2 thoughts--"Where does she get this shit?" and "Why me?"...

"Ah, there it is" Clem noted, picking up the economy size jar of specially-balanced, nutrient-rich skin ointment with sun-block. He was turning to the the check-out register when his eye fell on (well you know, not literally...) several small, intricately embossed metal snuff-boxes. "Oo, shiny..."

He fumbled with the lock/lid apparatus, still juggling his other purchases when the box sprung open and he accidently inhaled "about a quart" of the escaping dust cloud...Momentarily blinded, and in the throes of a convulsive sneezing fit, Sam mistook Clem's allergic reaction as an impending attack...

Since we all love our girl Sammy, we'll assume she was heroically leading the danger away from an innocent Dawn, by kicking over her chair and running like hell...She body-slammed Clem in passing, causing him to fling, and susbsequently inhale the remaining dust particles. He dropped his "leporasy lotion", and while loosing his footing in it's slippery sloppage, he banged first his elbow, then his shin...Sam mistaking his blood-curdling yowls of pain as some demonic battle-whoop...

She ran to proprietors Xander and Anya for help. Xander had of course been consoling Anya's "Lepus-phobia" bout all this while, and they were well on thier way to being, well...on thier way...

"Yea, yea whatever..." Anya blew Sam off; clutching madly at Xander. "We have some--restocking--to do..in the basement. Now!" The Xan-man trying to appear all suave until Anya yanks him thru the doorway by the shirt collar.

"Argh!" Sam groaned. A quick visual re-con of the creature convinced Sam it was still participating in some cerimonial pre-slaughter ritual...Clem, of course, frantically rubbing his eyes, trying to read any "Hazardous Material" warnings on the cursed container between spasmatic sneezes and wheezes...

Turning from the closed basement door, to the closed exercise room door, Sam debates whether to interupt Nic's little dailiance with the redhead she'd glimpsed earlier... Except the growls/snarls/gasps/groans coming from inside the work-out room were putting Clem's to shame...Finally, Sam resigns to her infamous "Martyr-Girl" persona; it was up to her alone to save that obnoxious little brat...

Dawn yelped with surprise; schoolwork flying every which way, as Sam snatched her up and both girls scampered up the ladder to the loft...

Clem had just turned, and was staggering down the aisle towards Dawn as Sam reappeared to "whisk her to safety!" Clem, in a last ditch effort for help, hurled the tiny metal box at them howling, bouncing it off Sam's head, and dusting both girls with the last remnants of "majic powder"...

Crouched and cowering together in the corner between two rows of waist-high bookshelves, Sam risks a breif peek over the top. Dawn practically swooning as Sam's long soft hair sweeps against her face, and she breathes in the brunette's scent, still appealing, even spiced with adrenalin, sweat and fear!

"OMG!" Sam panted, "What the hell is that thing?!?" Unaware that poor Clem has blindly plummeted into the ladder, and is now lying unconsious on the floor below them..."And why does it want to kill us?!?"

Since our girl Dawn has more than her fair share of detractors and nay-sayers in the vast BVS fandom, let me console you all by confirming your darkest fears--Yes, the young brunette is about to unleash her "diabolically evil plan"!

"T-t-that's a Muvlovian Lust-Demon!" Dawn easily fabricated (just like talking to her teachers...) "It's not trying to kill us--it's trying to curse us with an insatiable, wanton carnal desire and--" and theaterically brushing some harmless powder off of Sam's shoulders--"and from the looks of it, it's too late!"

"W-w-what?!?" Sam panicked, desperately tugging and wiping at her poor, stretched white tank-top...

"OMG!" Dawn continued laying it on, barely able to keep a straight face. "It's obviously already gotten to Xander and Anya!...And Willow and Nicole--of course it's kind of hard to tell with them..." (Sam nods her whole-hearted agreement) "I-I--OMG! Can you feel that!?! That overwhelming urge to-- That all-consuming desire to--"

Sam was freaked, hanging on the younger girl's every word, leaning slowly closer...closer...closer...until Dawn pounced! Straddling her, pinning her to the floor and smothering her face with frantic, sloppy wet kisses.

Aw, mass hysteria is a wonderous thing...

"N-noooo!" Sam moaned, feeling herself in the grips of lust-crazed demtentia, She easily rolled the smaller girl on to her back, matching her passionate kisses, and turning it up a notch or two by nipping lightly at the other girl's lip and tounge. Nuzzling her face against Dawn's delicate throat. Inhaling her scent; wallowing in her silky hair. Purring and panting in Dawn's ear; between the licks and nibbles. That notorious McPherson tounge working overtime!

Dawn was estatic. This was beyond her wildest dreams. Beyond anything she'd gleened from listening to (and spying on) Willow. She was alive! She'd never felt more aware of, in tune with (or more thankful for!) her body than she did in this moment. Wanting, needing Sam's touch; pulling her closer. Her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. Her eyes fluttering wildly behind lightly closed lids, popping wide open as she felt Sam's warm hands, snaking up under her sweater and caressing her small, firm breasts...

Sam let the younger girl catch her breath, and took a gentler approach as she watched Dawn sit up, smile shyly, and slowly take her sweater off over her head. She was new to all this too, and could appreciate the courage and honesty of Dawn's offering. She reached a trembling hand out to the girl's frilly pink silk bra...

Only to be again thrown on her back, as Dawn apparently experienced a renewed surge of alien possession. The smaller girl was straddling her again, her skirt climbing ever further up her long, slender legs. Legs that for some reason reminded Sam of a new-born colt; standing shakily at first, but with a gathering strength and grace...A breif flash of discomfort, as Dawn raised up and tugged at Sam's fanny pack that had gotten terribly dislocated...Sam raised her hips to let the girl pull the belt from her waist, and--what the hell--unsnapped her camo fatigues as well. Dawn wasted no time yanking them down over Sam's heavy work boots, but froze solid at the sight of the older girl's legs, spread and bent slightly at the knees. Sam wearing the slightest, delicate light blue silk bikini panties trimmed w/ lace. So unexpected; so feminine (given the rest of our girl's attire) that Dawn felt as if she glimpsed the inner Sam; Or, as she giggled to her self--the chewy, juicy center!

She was mustering her courage; to see how many licks it actually took...(groan...sorry) but apparently her hesitation was a bit too much for Sam, who once again reversed thier positions. Squeezing Dawn's slender hips between her powerful thighs, rythmically grinding her pelvis. Whipping Dawn's face slowly, excruciatingly with her thick mane and working a trail of kisses, licks and light bites down her chin, down her throat, and down between her pale, freckled breasts...

"Sam!" the first time she dismissed it as Dawn moaning her name..."Sam!" the second time more of a breathless squeal which our girl attributed to a result of her ~amazing sexual prowess~..."SAM!" The last one just shy of a blood-curdling yell.

She looked up at to see Dawn nodding towards the door with a terrified look on her face...

"A-hem," Xander cleared his throat as Sam turned to see an audience as dumbfounded as she suddenly felt...

"Holy crap! Spam's playing for the home team!" Nicole bellowed altho Willow, Xander, Anya and a bleary-eyed Clem were standing right next to her witnessing the spectacle for themselves...

"OMG!--Quick McPherson--Think!" Sam mentally chagrining herself. "What did Dawn call that thing?!? Oh yea--"

"I-I-I, um," she stammered, pulling her head from Dawn's scant cleavage, "Um, uh, Muff-lovin' Lust Demon..." providing everyone in the room with the perfect straight line...

Dawn groaned, not realizing that would come back to bite her on the ass so soon...

"Yea, honey, we're right there with you..." Willow giggled, poking a slack-jawed Nicole in the ribs...The redhead quickly adopted her resolve face, shooing everyone back down stairs. Catching Dawn's eye, as she was the last to descend, Willow flashed her young friend one of her million mega-watt smiles, flipped her "2 thumbs up" and lip-synced "Go Dawnie!"

Sam sat back, folding her legs in front of her, again presenting Dawn with the contrast of her frilly silk panties clashing with her shiny black leather work boots. She let out a loud sigh and slowly shook her head...Dawn felt terrible about embarrassing Sam that way and felt even worse when she brushed Sam's hair back and got her first serious glimpse our girl's famous pout...

Dawn knelt in front of her, her huge, blue Bambi eyes watering..."Sam? Sam, I am SO sorry. I-I lied to you" and stating the obvious as part of her complete penance "There's no such thing as a Muvlovian Lust demon...OK?"

Sam shook back her hair and looked up; a huge wicked smile breaking across her face--"Don't be so sure of that, little girl! Mwa-ha-ha-ha-ha!" Her turn to pounce; Dawn dissolving into hysterical laughter as Sam tickled her ribs mercilessly and culminated by blowing a loud, slobbery cold "raspberry" on Dawn's bare, tight little tummy...

~*~Epilog~*~

Nicole insisted on driving on thier way back to Santa Monica; Sam not even protesting, curled up all warm and comfy in the passenger seat, smiling contentedly out at the crisp, dark night.

"So, Charlie Brown," Nicole began, feeling a new, not- totally-unpleasant bond with Sam, "what do think of my little red-haired girl?"

Sam thought back to the pizza/vid-fest they'd just left in Xander's basement, recalling her first impressions of Willow (cute/goofy/smart/bubbly)--"She's a sweetheart, Satan --so what's she see in you?" Sam teased.

"Fuck if I know," Nic reflected, "but I'm glad she found it...Hey you didn't do to bad yourself there, Spam, I mean with your little red-haired girl..."

"Actually Dawn's more of a Chestnut brown I think..."

"Hmmm," Nic pondered, "I'll bet she's a red-head where it matters most tho..."

Sam just smiled, "C'mon Nicole, a lady doesn't kiss and tell."

"All I'm saying is she's got a butt-load of freckles..."

Sam's face cracked into a huge Cheshire Cat grin, with her secret knowledge that, yes, literally, Dawn indeed has a ~butt-load~ of freckles...

Nicole glanced over at Sam's estatic, satisfied leer and couldn't resist smiling herself. She switched on the radio just in time for the opening chords of the old Joan Jett cover of "Crimson and Clover"; hereby proclaimed as the anthem of redhead affecinados everywhere!--Both girls rocking out in a giddy love/lust-inspired songfest; realizing they may not have much else in common but they both shared the same great taste in women...

tbc (eventually...)