Always The Gentlemen
Status: Completed Stand-Alone
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Fandom: Supernatural/BtVS crossover
Summary: Buffy and Dean are burning the remains for a demon and we know how gentlemen like Dean can be right?
Disclaimer: Supernatural and all related characters are copyright The CW Network. No infringement intended. Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all related characters are copyright Joss Whedon and ME. No infringement intended.
Distribution: Not without permission from myself.
AN: This was written for Dani’s Drabble Request (tentacle, smoldering, husky) for the La Mala Hora Marathon at Route 66: Destination Sunnydale
“Ew…” Buffy pulled the slimy tentacle out of her golden locks and shuddered as it wiggled in her fingers. “Did you need to slice n’ dice all over me?”
Dean smirked and shrugged his shoulders. “You were in the way princess. I told you to duck n’ roll. Instead you chose to give me lip.” Dean grabbed the tentacle out from her fingers and dropped it into the smoldering coals. It sizzled and wiggled more furiously trying to escape the suffocating heat.
Buffy shivered while she inspected the large demon that was slowly turning to ash, slowly being the key word. “Can’t we just toss some gas on him and get him to go poof? I’m bored and it’s freezing out here.” She rubbed her hands against each other trying to keep warm. She had been touring with the brothers for over a month now and she still wasn’t use to the cooler climates that they hunted in. She actually caught herself missing Sunnydale and the constant sun and warmth.
Dean crept up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back flush against his front. His chin rested on her shoulder and he felt her tense up before she relaxed slightly. “Princess, don’t ruin the romantic moment.”
His voice sounded husky against her neck and she couldn’t stop the pleasant tingle that raced down her spine. She waited a moment, enjoying the feeling of being wrapped in a Dean blanket. He was much taller than her and she fit perfectly against him. “I’m only allowing you this close cause I’m cold. Don’t get any ideas.”
He brought his face into her neck, slightly nuzzling it. “I’m a gentlemen, you think I would I try something? I’m offended.”
Buffy smacked his hand that was inching up her sweater. “You lose it next time Winchester.” She smiled slightly before wiggling closer into the heat of him.