All in good time

Disclaimer: Joss owns the show, I own the story plot.

A/N: I know I have other fics, but Pixie Child’s story’s really inspired me to do this. Pixie Child - this is dedicated to you, thanks! Also, this is a femme slash kinda fic, and it’s set in season 3.

Dawn sat cross-legged on a stool in the ice-cream parlour; a soda and an ice cream were sat infront of her.

“No, not like that, like this,” Cordelia commented.

Cordelia picked up the glass, sipped delicately and put it down again.

“We don’t use straws,” Cordelia told Dawn. “And we don’t gulp.”

“Got it, no straws and no gulps,” Dawn said.

“Ok, now we try the ice cream,” Cordelia instructed. “Most times, girls don’t eat ice creams on dates but...”

Cordelia used her hands to prompt Dawn.

“But...girls always have to be prepared,” Dawn smiled.

“Exactly.”

Dawn picked up her spoon, and dug it into the ice cream. She put it in her mouth and took the spoon out, leaving an ice cream moustache above her mouth.

“You’ve got a long way to go,” Cordy sighed. “But it’s not your fault, if you had a sister with fashion sense she would have taught you this already. It’s not as if you can choose who you’re related to.”

Cordelia picked up the spoon, at the very bottom and took just a tiny bit of ice cream and delicately placed it into her mouth, pulling the spoon out with a closed mouth so looked sexy as well.

“See, if you take things in small portions then the guys don’t think you’re a pig,” Cordelia finished.

Dawn looked up at Cordelia and smiled.

“Thanks for this Cordy,” she said sweetly. “I’ve had a great time.”

“You’re welcome,” Cordelia said courteously. “And I’m just helping you. You’re different, not like you’re sister. You might actually get a proper boyfriend at high school, unlike your sister.”

Dawn looked up at Cordelia, who was having a bit more ice cream. What she saw was great beauty. Cordelia had soft, straight hair that fell smoothly over her shoulders, big brown eyes that looked warm enough to invite you in and a smile that lit up the room.

But Dawn couldn’t say any of this, for a few reasons. For starters, Cordelia wasn’t gay. Dawn didn’t want to be, but it was slowly happening to her. Every time she went somewhere with Cordelia, she grew more attracted to her. But she’s so much older, like, 6 years. Why would an 18 year old want anything to do with a 12 year old? And besides, Buffy and Mom would freak.

“So, where are we going tomorrow?” Dawn asked.

“We are going to the mall,” Cordelia grinned. “And with a fashion expert such as moi, the guys will be queuing round the block.”

Not really what Dawn was going for, but if Cordelia used clothes and make-up to help Dawn attract guys, maybe Cordelia herself would come round. All in good time.