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Fall Through

By Rach

Setting: Set after Chosen, and using the mention in Angel that the gang are now in Europe.
Pairing: Dawn/Xander
Rating: PG-13
Challenge: Dawn and Xander share a New Year's together.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, and probably never will!
Note: I hope this isn’t to fluffy for ya, hun! Happy New Year!

“It’s open!” Dawn yelled from the bathroom. She heard the front door click open and then close.

“Dawnie?” Xander wandered into the apartment’s lounge area. “Was that you shouting for just anyone to walk right in to your apartment?”

Dawn laughed as she spat out her toothpaste. “Yeah, that was me!” she called through the door. “Take a seat, I’ll be out in a second.”

“Where’s everyone else?”

“Willow went to see Kennedy for a while, do the whole New Year thing with her … Buffy just said she was going out and she’d be back soon. I was thinking of heading down into Paris and seeing what’s the what round here.”

“I wouldn’t bother if I were you – the city centre is packed to bursting point already, and it’s only eight.”

Dawn opened the door and flicked off the bathroom light, pouting slightly as she stood in the doorway. “Then it looks like I’m all dressed up with nowhere to go…”

Xander’s jaw dropped as he looked up at Dawn. “Wow … you look …”

She grinned, and twirled for him, showing off her short black skirt and new red blouse. “Great - I know.”

He laughed, and held up the bottle of wine he had in his hand. “I brought this for us all, but it looks like it might just be the two of us. Shall I get some glasses?”

Dawn nodded. “You know where they are.” Staring out of the window, she noticed that Xander was right, the streets were already getting much busier than usual. She’d spoken to both Kit and Janice since she’d arrived in France, both of whom were deadly jealous of her new life in Paris. They were both fine – by some major coincidence, they’d ended up living on the same street in Connecticut after fleeing right before Sunnydale became the Grand-er Canyon. Of course, she’d left out the fact that Paris itself was a five minute walk to a twenty minute bus-ride away when she’d been telling them this.

“Here you go,” Xander handed Dawn a glass of wine. “Isn’t Europe great?”

She laughed. “Yeah. Very liberal.”

Two hours passed, and the pair of them had finished the wine Xander had brought, before opening another bottle that Dawn found in the cupboard. “Who’d have thought we’d end up here?” Dawn giggled, slurring her words slightly. “I thought we were never going to get out of Sunnydale, and now we’re all living in Paris.”

“Almost in Paris,” Xander corrected her, pointing out of the window to prove his point.

“Whatever.” Dawn looked up at Xander. “You know, I’m having a great time. Maybe it’s a good thing both of our plans fell through.”

Xander placed a hand on Dawn’s cheek. “Maybe it is.”

Holding her breath slightly, Dawn realised what Xander was about to do. Closing her eyes, she tilted her face towards his as he leant down and kissed her gently. Suddenly they were standing, his hands in her hair, and hers working to undo the buttons on his shirt.

“Dawn –“ he began, pulling away slightly.

“Xander Harris, if the next words out of your mouth aren’t ‘lets go somewhere more private’, I’m going to kick you so hard where it hurts that you’ll wish Buffy was here to finish you off.”

He paused for a second, and then laughed, taking her hand and heading towards her bedroom. “Let’s go somewhere a little more private.”

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