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“Hello?” Buffy called out as she entered her home. “Mom?”

The Slayer walked into the kitchen, her hazel eyes spotting a note stuck on the refrigerator with her mother’s handwriting on it.

“Buffy,

An emergency with one of my suppliers means I’m going to be out of town for a few days. Dawn has permission to go to a party tonight but she has to be back by 1. She may be 18 now, but this is still a Hellmouth. There are some leftovers you can reheat sitting in the oven. Don’t burn the house down, dear.

-Love, Mom”

Buffy sighed and threw the note in the waste basket. She’d have the house all to herself for the entire evening. This was a good plan, spending the night at home. She’d just trot upstairs and run herself a nice, relaxing bath. Then she’d pig out on ice cream and bad movies. She couldn’t think of a better way to unwind.

Buffy felt her muscles groan at the thought of a hot bath and decided to get started immediately. As she passed her sister’s room something caught her eye. Opening the door, Buffy stood in the hallway and stared at her sister with wide eyes.

Dawn was nearly unrecognisable.

Gone was the gangly teenager that Buffy was used to. Now she was wearing a pair of leather pants so tight it looked like she’d been poured into them, a pair of strappy heels that had Buffy drooling in envy and an off-the-shoulder top that clearly showed she wasn’t wearing a bra. Dawn put the finishing touches on her mascara and rose to face her shorter sister, striking a pose like a model.

“What do you think?” Dawn asked dramatically.

Buffy stared, nonplussed. “You’re wearing that?” she blurted.

A sour look appeared on Dawn’s face and she sneered at her sister. “Gee, tell me what you really think,” she said sarcastically.

“I think you look like sex on legs,” Buffy said immediately. Why the hell did she say that?

Dawn rolled her eyes. “Whatever,” she muttered, pushing past her sister. “Kiss my ass,” she snapped at the Slayer.

Buffy immediately dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around Dawn’s slender waist before pressing her pink lips to Dawn’s ass. The smell of leather and warm skin filled Buffy’s nose and oh God why was she doing this?

“Get off me!” Dawn shrieked, pulling free and stumbling into the wall. “What the hell was that, Buffy?”

The Slayer scrabbled backwards. Oh God, what was wrong with her? Dawn was staring at her with shock and confusion in her eyes. What the hell was going on?