Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer
or Harry Potter
. They belong to Joss Whedon and J.K. Rowling.
Note: So Raven convinced me to do this one and convinced me that there should be some sort of smut. Lani declared that she couldn't be my friend anymore for writing this pairing. (Despite the fact that I told her it was a young Tom Riddle who's still good-looking. Think late teens, early twenties.) *g* You decide on if it's too weird for you. Hope you enjoy and feedback's always welcome!
Buffy didn’t know who he was. And a part of her didn’t care. A part of her said not to question it and to just go with how he made her feel.
He made her feel good. Wanted in a way she hadn’t felt since Sunnydale.
Long fingers trailed up her side, over her breast and she sucked in a breath, body tensing.
She moaned, arching into the touch as her eyes fell closed. She reached out, grabbing onto his arms and she couldn’t help but be impressed by the fact that she didn’t have to hold back with him. This man, whoever he was, seemed to completely enjoy her strength.
“Sh...” He mouthed at her neck and she pressed up against him, need flowing through her. “You want this, don’t you?” He pulled back and Buffy caught a flash of dark eyes before she nodded, breath hitching at the feel of his hands on her. “Then you have to come to me. You have to go back and find me.”
Confusion waged with desire. “Where?”
Buffy’s eyes snapped open and she let out a breath. “Hell of a dream,” she muttered, closing her eyes and laying back down.
Even as she began to drift back to sleep, she heard the faint whisper in her mind. “I’m waiting.”