Ch. 52: Eat, Slay, Love
A/N: More steamy weekend!
Rated FR 21
Buffy felt her heart stamping furiously with excitement as Dean gently tugged her down the hallway to her bedroom. Once he pulled her through the doorway, he paused and drew a sexy smile. She watched his eyes roll over her little tee shirt.
“Okay, as soon as you step over this line here, it’s a no ‘clothes’ zone,” he teased. “So right now, I’m going to have write you a ticket for being in violation of the law.”
Buffy snickered as she feigned an innocent look.
“Oh officer, PLEASE don’t get me in trouble,” she cooed. “Isn’t there anything I can do to change your mind?”
She drew a seductive smile as she leaned close to him.
“Hmmm, you know, bribing a government official could get you locked up in a room with a very, very lusty guy, it might get a little out of control. I’m not sure a pretty, innocent thing like you could handle it.”
Buffy felt a tickle of laughter in her throat as she continued to play along.
“Oh, what are you going to do, arrest me for being too cute or something?”
Dean feigned a serious expression as he circled her and raked his eyes over her.
“Well let’s see here missy, I think I’m going to write you up for reckless sexiness. So, yes, I’m afraid I’m going to have to arrest you. Get up against the wall and spread ‘em.”
Dean cracked an amused grin before breaking into laughter. Buffy feigned a defiant frown.
“What if I resist?”
Dean stopped laughing and fell into a semi serious expression.
“Well then, resisting arrest is going to cost you,” he answered. “I’m going to have use some force to frisk you – very thoroughly and then, I may just consider conducting a body cavity search. Whatever plans you have today, cancel them because I’m not letting you out of my custody for...hours.”
Dean stifled his laughter and pulled back his amused smile. Buffy circled him this time and let her eyes drift over him.
“Hmm, well officer hottie, I think I’m going to have to pull a citizen’s arrest on you,” she teased as she paused in front of him and yanked him close to her body. “Because I think you may be packing a deadly weapon somewhere on your body. So for my own safety, I’m gong to have conduct my own strip search.”
Dean blinked several times before he drew a wide smile. “Wow Summers, you are pretty damn good at this game.”
Buffy clutched the flaps of his jacket and peeled it off before she hitched her head up and kissed him passionately. When she broke away, she saw the humbled look on his face.
“Wow uh miss, you may have gotten yourself out of a ticket, BUT, I may need a little more convincing....no, a lot more convincing.”
Buffy slipped her arms around him and kissed him hungrily for a long minute. She pushed the long sleeve shirt off of him before steering him over to the bed.
“I hereby sentence you to some hard time in bed,” she teased.
She knocked him lightly back onto the mattress and climbed onto his lap. Dean rumbled with laughter for a short minute. She cut off his laughter with a passionate kiss as her hands snaked down his stomach. When she broke away, she yanked her tee shirt off and tossed it on the floor.
Dean feigned an ill look and moaned softly.
“Oh.....so.....hungry.....will...die....soon....please Miss Superpowered Hips, please feed....me....”
Dean fluttered his eyes in and out and swallowed a chuckle in his throat.
Buffy rolled her eyes as she reached into the brown bag and tore open a box of muffins. She discarded the wrap and broke off a piece. She stuffed it in his mouth. Dean devoured the small bite and feigned another ill expression.
“Ohhhhhhhh......still dying....good....bye....hot stuff....”
Buffy rolled her eyes again as she took the remainder of the muffin and plucked it in his mouth. He eyed the box of muffins. Buffy let out a sigh as she fished out another muffin and fed him bites.
“Mmm, much better.”
Buffy flashed a coy smile.
“Oh, is Dean the Machine all fueled up now?”
She giggled as Dean rolled his eyes.
“Oh back on that again, huh?”
“Hey, it’s what you called yourself,” she pointed.
Buffy leaned down on top of him and widened her smile.
“So, are you, a machine?”
She snickered loudly. Dean watched her eyes dance with playfulness.
“You certainly are putting that to the test,” he answered. “You just need to keep me ‘well oiled’.”
He smirked and raked his eyes over her bare body.
“Which is not going to be a problem,” he added.
Buffy propped her mouth on his and swung her tongue inside. After a passionate kiss, she broke away and smiled.
“Mmm, I like chocolate laced smoochies much better,” she cooed.
After another lovemaking session, Buffy and Dean settled against the headboard and tore open another box of muffins and a carton of doughnuts. Buffy snuggled closer to Dean as he broke off parts of the muffin and fed them to her. Buffy peeled off parts of her doughnut and fed them to him. With loving smiles and short, sweet kisses between bites, the two devoured most of the breakfast bag.
Buffy peeked inside the bag and fished out a package of mini powdered donut holes.
“Okay, you really need to learn the other four foods groups,” she lamented. “I think I’m going into a sugar slash pleasure coma.”
“Hey, you neglected to stock your fridge so just deal with what you got or starve,” he said.
Buffy shrugged as she ripped the package open and stuffed a donut hole in her mouth. She brightened at the unusually tasty product and shoved another one in her mouth. Dean drew a small irritated look.
“Hey, are you going to share those or take it all for yourself as USUAL,” he moaned.
Dean reached for the bag but Buffy clutched them closely.
“You ate the last muffin, as usual,” she noted.
Dean frowned. “That’s because YOU ate the last donut. Now hand the bag over missy before I confiscate it and use excessive force on you.”
Buffy shrugged again as she dipped the bag toward him.
“Well, you’re cute so I’ll share this time,” she said.
Dean reached in the bag and fished out a handful of donut holes.
“Gee, thanks, you’re too kind.....NOT.”
Buffy gasped in offense and knocked him lightly in the chest.
“Will you quit it? I said I was sorry,” she moped.
“Yeah I know but it’s just too much fun to tease you.”
Dean chuckled as she rolled her eyes.
“Hey, I’m supposed to get a chicken dinner,” he remarked.
Buffy stopped mid bite and looked at him curiously.
Dean cracked a smug smile.
“You know, ‘winner winner chicken dinner’?”
He burst into another short laugh as she rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” she groaned.
Dean widened his eyes in glee.
“Oh yeah? What kind of chicken dinner are you making me tonight?”
Buffy gulped as his genuine cheer.
“Uh, one that um...comes in a bucket?”
Dean flashed a disappointed frown. “Oh come on Summers, you made a juicy, flavorful turkey for Thanksgiving, you can’t tell me you can’t cook.”
“But that was Thanksgiving,” she reasoned. “That was a special occasion where I wanted to have a nice dinner with my friends, I can’t cook like that all the time....”
“Oh, I get it, I’m not special enough huh?”
Dean mocked a pout and sniffed before he burst into laughter.
“I thought you said you covered dinner,” she said.
“That’s before I remembered that I’m a ‘winner winner’,” he replied with a grin.
Buffy shook her head as she wiped some crumbs from her hands into the bag. Dean finished another bite and brushed the crumbs over her body. Buffy blinked at his actions.
“Oh wow, sorry, look at the mess that I made,” he said. “Let me clean that up.”
Buffy swallowed a gasp in her throat when she saw the fire ignite in his eyes. Her belly stung with desire as her lower body tightened with heat. Dean picked off a few more crumbs and dropped them in a line down her body. He twisted over her and dipped his mouth on a crumb stuck on her collarbone.
“What are you doing?”
“Following the treasure trail.”
Dean cracked a smile as he shifted lower and began to lick up the crumbs snaking along her neck. Buffy let out a soft gasp as he spent some time licking around each crumb. He moved his tongue up and around the flesh of her breast until he devoured the entire peak. Buffy let out a louder gasp as he took the taut nipple between his teeth. He released the fleshy knob and began to flick it slowly then drew his tongue in a circular motion.
Buffy arched her back against the pillow as waves of pleasure soared through her body. Each flick made her body jerk as her mouth dropped open to let out a long moan. She felt a seeping pool of arousal swimming between her legs as Dean moved down to her abdomen. He grazed over the crumbs along her midriff and shifted further down her body. He propped her legs open and traced the firm tones of her inner thighs with his tongue.
Buffy let out a long gasp as Dean sunk his tongue inside her. She felt the hair on the top of his head tickling her inner thighs as he roamed around the warm spring beneath the folds of her flesh. Her body jerked as the walls of her throat tightened. Her mind grew numb as he quickened his stroke within her heated pool. A deep cry erupted from her throat as her eyes welled with joy.
Dean slipped his hands underneath her buttocks and angled her body to give him deeper access. His ears rang with her song of ecstasy as he drove his tongue further inside her and devoured the well of liquid like a thirsty man in a desert. He drifted outside her cleft and began to flick the delicate ball of flesh in a slow motion.
Buffy pitched her head back as her eyes fluttered rapidly. Her body wrenched violently as a series of gasps tore from her mouth. Tears streamed down her cheeks as her brain was assailed with a dulling sensation. Feeling her longing thicken with each subtle touch, Buffy gripped Dean by the top of his head and pulled him up from her legs.
Dean wiped his mouth as she yanked him over her body. Her eyes were glassy with hunger. After suiting up, he settled her onto her side and eased his body against hers. She turned her head back and caught his mouth in a long kiss. When he broke away, he slipped a hand between their bodies and parted her legs slightly. She released a cry as he slowly docked himself inside her. He drew an arm over her waist and snatched her mouth in a lusty kiss. His hand drifted over her breast as he moved within her in slow strokes. He kneaded her breast, rubbing the tip of the nipple in a rhythm to match his body movements.
Buffy felt her eyes moving back into her head as Dean doubled the intensity of the pleasure gripping every nerve in her body. Her breathing grew rapid and ragged as beads of sweat sprung over her face. She hitched her head back and kissed him as he increased his speed inside her. She paused to take a long gasp before she deepened the kiss. She caught his lower lip between her teeth and gingerly nibbled on the flesh. She laced her tongue around his and felt her heart beating through her ears.
Buffy parted from his mouth as her ecstasy flew higher toward its peak. She bit down on her lip and tried to stamp back the intense howl creeping in her throat. Dean drew a hand to her chin and pulled her mouth back over his. He kissed her briefly before he caressed her face.
“Don’t hold it back baby, I want to hear you,” he whispered.
Buffy stamped her mouth shut until her lips started quivering.
“Bbbut...I might wake up the neighbors.....in.......L.A.”
She felt his body rumble with laughter.
“Well, that’s even more reason to let it out, that’d be a damn fantastic achievement for me,” he quipped.
Buffy opened her mouth as a soft gasp broke through. Dean continued to massage and knead her breast as he slipped his free hand between her legs. He began to fondle and flick the flesh.
“Oh, no fair....using....two handed......attacks....” she growled.
Buffy jerked with ecstasy, erupting in a series of cries. Her moans grew in increasing volume until she let out a long, high pitched cry. Towards the end of her song, she heard Dean adding his own, guttural groan as they completed their blissful serenade.
Buffy felt his body jerk against hers before he wrapped his arms tightly around her and let out a long breath. She shifted around to face him and snuggled closer. He kissed the top of her head as they both took a moment to settle their staggered breathing.
Buffy let out a contented sigh.
“I love you,” she said softly.
Dean let his eyes drift shut as he pulled her even closer to his body.
“I know,” he cracked.
It was the late morning by the time Buffy and Dean drifted awake. Buffy woke up first and let her eyes roll over Dean. She watched him sleep for awhile, drinking in the solace of his expression. Her eyes welled with happiness the longer she looked at him. She drew a hand to his face and caressed him very tenderly. When he stirred, his eyes opened to see the love beaming in hers. She pitched her mouth toward his and gave him a sweet kiss. When she broke away, she flinched when she felt him pinching her arm.
“Hey, what are you doing?”
“Oh, I was just checking to see if I was dreaming,” he said.
Buffy frowned. “You’re supposed to pinch yourself.”
He flashed a silly smile.
“Oh, well, I’d prefer you to do that so pinch me baby...anywhere you want.”
Buffy snickered for a minute.
“Mmm, I should probably get up and see if my legs still move,” she said.
Dean mocked an angry glare.
“Well if you they do, I didn’t do nearly enough work. Last night I got ‘immobile’. It should be ‘immobile’ every time dammit.”
Buffy snickered again as she tossed the covers aside. She lingered on the bed, caught in the sparkle of his eyes.
“I think I’m gonna shower,” she replied. “You um....want to join me?”
Dean blinked before he shined a playful smile.
“You never have to ask me that question,” he said. “In fact, I forbid you from showering without me.”
“Well that might get kind of.....gross, I mean what if I’m drenched in demon goo and don’t see you for a week or two?”
Dean gave a dismissive wave.
“That just means you’ll be wet and naked a lot longer, so, I have no problem whatsoever with you getting CAKED in demon guts cuz I’ll scrub you down REAL well when I see you.”
He roared with laughter as he reached out and took her in his arms. After a short kiss, he brushed a tendril of hair from her face and drew a sly smile.
“Say, do you still have your cheerleading uniform?”
“Um no, you have to give those back when you’re not on the team anymore.”
“Damn,” he muttered. “Well, there goes number eight on my list.”
He shook his head in disappointment.
“Huh? What are you talking about?”
“What do you think I’m talking about? I’m a guy, I’ve got an insanely gorgeous girl in my bed in a house with no parental supervision and an assortment of ideas flowing through my mind.”
Buffy flushed pink. “Oh uh, you mean like a fantasy list?”
“Well yeah, duh,” he said.
He laughed as she pondered over the ideas brewing in his mind.
“Oh so me in my cheerleading uniform is number eight of what, ten?”
“Ten? More like fifty, I have known you forever.”
“God, please do not tell me you were fantasizing about me when I was like – twelve.”
Dean frowned as he smacked her butt.
“What am I a perv? No, no, no. I’m talking recently.”
“Oh,” she said. “What else is on this list?”
He shook his head and smiled.
“Over time, you’ll find out my little grasshopper.”
He chuckled as she let out another contented sigh. After a blissful silence, Dean eyed the clock on her bedside table.
“We really should get up, I have to check in with dad anyway.”
As he sat up against the headboard, a question pressed on her mind. She bit her lip contemplating a way to ask a curiosity as he dug through the dwindling contents of the breakfast bag.
“So um, what did he say when you told him about us?”
Dean stopped rummaging through the bag and glanced at her briefly. He set the bag aside and drew a deep breath.
“It doesn’t really matter,” he said.
Buffy watched the stress lines riddling his face when he answered.
“It looks like it matters to you,” she assessed.
Dean heaved another long breath before he shifted his eyes to the window.
“Yeah maybe,” he answered softly.
“Well, talk to me,” she coaxed gently.
“I really don’t want to.”
When she reflected her hurt, he stamped back the guilt of holding the truth from her. He had never had to fully lie to her but there was no sense in weighing her heart down with his dad’s convictions over their burgeoning relationship.
Dean let out a sigh as he collected his jacket.
“Let’s just keep this weekend about you and...me teasing the hell out of you until I have to go, okay? Now go scoot yourself down the hall and warm up that shower and I’ll be there in a minute.”
When she hesitated, he latched onto her hands and drew her into his arms. He planted a tender kiss on her mouth before he playfully smacked her on the butt. After a brief minute, she drew a smile and shuffled out of the bedroom.
After a playful shower, the two retreated to the kitchen to fix a late lunch before heading into town to pick up a few movies for later. When Buffy pivoted toward the lighter fare, Dean clapped a hand on her shoulder and steered her toward a different aisle.
“Woah, woah, rules haven’t changed, no chick flicks, you must abide by the Dean Winchester seal of approval based on the ‘three G’s.”
He snatched up a few movies based on the covers.
“Any movie you pick must satisfy one or a combination of these three categories: Guns, Gore or Girls- preferably wearing bikinis or no clothing at all.”
Buffy rolled her eyes as she put Dean’s choices back on the shelf. A short time later, Buffy found Dean in another aisle. She rifled through her choices and flashed the titles at him. He looked at the photos on the front and back before he shook his head in disappointment.
“Did you not learn anything? Where are the three G’s?
“Well, this one has a ‘G’ in the title and it has a girl in it,” Buffy reasoned.
Dean gave a cynical frown when he studied the cover.
“Ghost? Uh huh, why are they glowing and - hugging? What type of ‘ghost’ movie is this? I think you’re trying to sneak in a chick flick.”
He eyed her suspiciously for a long minute.
“It’s got ghosts in it, and I think there’s a brief minute where you see Demi Moore’s....boob.”
Dean glanced at the cover as he hitched up an eyebrow.
“Hmmm, okay but you better not be lying about the boob part because I really think this is a chick flick.”
Once the sun went down, the two prepared to embark on the usual patrol through town. Buffy fixed her hair and shuffled back to the bedroom where Dean was sharpening up a knife.
“Oh, I picked out an outfit for you to wear on patrol. It’s on the dresser.”
Buffy eyed his selection and frowned.
“Uh, that’s my bikini,” she said.
He drew a sly smile.
“Yeah, I know,” he said. “Oh and might I say what damn fun it was going through all of those wonderful skimpy pairs of underwear to find it. And what more fun it will be when I remove each of them and crumble them in a ball.”
Buffy rolled her eyes at the bikini as Dean roared with laughter.
“I don’t keep my bikini in my underwear drawer,” she moaned.
“Oh, really? My bad,” he replied with a smile and another burst of laughter.
“Dean, I can’t wear a bikini on patrol.”
Dean stopped laughing and took genuine offense.
“Well, why the hell not? I mean, how many demons get to see a Slayer in a bikini? They’ll be shocked and so distracted that you can kill them before they even know what’s happening. I think it’s one of your best fighting strategies,” he mused in jest.
“I’m not wearing a bikini,” she groaned.
Dean deepened his disappointed frown and sighed.
“Oh you are no fun at all,” he moaned. “Scratch number twenty-six off my list.”
“Are you serious? Me patrolling in a bikini holding my stake is something you’d want to see?”
“Oh hell yeah,” he replied emphatically. “All that bouncing and flipping and....twisting.......I’m gonna need to shower again.”
Buffy rolled her eyes as he shook with laughter.
“Well, gee, why don’t I just strap a gun holster on my thigh and twirl a pistol in my other hand?”
Buffy watched his eyes spark with excitement as a goofy grin curled over his face.
“Oh god please do,” he moaned softly.
Buffy let out a breath and took his hand.
“Come on, let’s go,” she replied.
The cemetery was quiet as they patrolled the grounds. After a couple more passes without any demon encounters, Buffy paused at the sight of a fresh grave.
“Hmm, guess we can wait until this one wants to come out and play,” she said.
Dean shrugged as they sat on top of a large marble headstone. Buffy twirled her stake around and enjoyed the silence. She crooked her eyebrows when the silence was cut by the sound of crunching noises. She looked over to see Dean devouring a bag of chips. She eyed him as he stuffed his mouth.
“You brought snacks on patrol?”
He shrugged again as he polished off the bag.
“I’m hungry and you are constantly making me feel famished,” he said.
She drew a playful smile. “Oh am I too much for you?”
“Yeah but I like it,” he chimed as he fished out a candy bar.
Buffy eyed the chocolately goodness and felt her stomach rumble.
“Mmm, I want some of that. Share.”
Dean bit into the bar and scowled.
“Hey, if you thought you were going to get hungry you should have brought your own.”
Buffy dipped her lower mouth into a pout.
She batted her eyes. Dean shook his head and rolled his eyes. He reached into another pocket and tossed her a bar. She smiled in delight as she tore away the wrapper and took a big bite. After a few more nibbles, she glanced at Dean who was now eating a mini fruit pie.
“This is kind of nice, it’s like we’re having a date. I mean we’re out at night, having treats, the weather is nice....that’s pretty date like.”
He shot her an odd look. “Except that we’re in a cemetery waiting for a vampire to get off their lazy ass so we can it back in the ground.”
Buffy shrugged as she chewed.
“Well, I know it’s not typical but then again, we’re not typical people. Can I have a bite of that?”
He shot her an annoyed look as he drew out a breath. When he saw her lower lip start to dip, he shook his head and extended the pie out to her.
“Small bite,” he said sharply. “I mean it. I’m still hungry and this is all I’ve got left.”
Buffy nibbled a corner of the pie and gently pushed it away. She grimaced and spit it out discreetly.
Dean glanced at the pile of dirt and frowned.
“What the hell is taking ‘em so long? I really hate all this waiting!”
Buffy scooted closer to him and drew a sweet smile.
“Well, we could....kill some time before we kill some things.”
When he drew his eyes to her, she dipped her mouth over his and kissed him.
“Well, well, well, so Barbie finally chose Ken or are you just shagging him on the side?”
Buffy and Dean broke from their brief make out and drew alarm at the interruption. Spike emerged from the shadows. Buffy frowned as he wandered over.
“What are you doing out here Spike?”
“You’re in my backyard,” he replied dryly. “That makes you two trespassers and I have the right to shoot you on sight.”
Dean glared at Spike as he whipped out his stake.
“Then I’ll choose to defend myself and shove this in your damn heart. It’s not like you can put up much of a fight anyway.”
Spike glared snidely at him.
“If this chip weren’t in me head, I’d slash your neck and hang you from a meat hook for days until all of your blood....”
Dean snapped his fist out and punched Spike in the face. Spike roared his fangs and tried to punch back but was hit with a massive headache. He howled in pain and gripped his head. Dean folded forward and burst into laughter.
“Oh man, why the hell didn’t I do that before?”
He shook his head in amusement as he continued to laugh.
“Move it along Spike,” Buffy snapped.
“Yeah, yeah, wouldn’t want to ruin your night of not saving the world because you’re too busy shagging,” he grumbled.
Spike wandered into the darkness leaving the two alone again. Dean glanced at the mound of dirt piled on the fresh grave.
“Okay, I am sick of waiting for this dead dude.”
Dean hitched his eyes to see Buffy with a hungry look on her face.
“Okay, you either want food or me, which is it?”
She snuggled closer to him and slipped her hands through his jacket. She tried to peel it off as she kissed him. After a minute, he stopped her from any more seduction.
“Not here,” he said.
Buffy drew a look of surprise.
“Are you serious? Dean Winchester has standards when it comes to fooling around? I thought you were an ‘anywhere’ anytime kind of guy.”
“And I thought you were the sweet and private kind of girl.”
“Well, I don’t know, it could be...interesting...”
Buffy slipped her arms around him and tried to coax him into another smooching session. Dean gently pushed her back.
“No, it really wouldn’t. I don’t want to associate the stench of death and touching you in all the fantastic places. So either we call it a night or.....keep your hormones under control.”
Buffy blew out a breath. “Sorry, it’s just whenever I’m in the mindset of killing a vamp and I don’t get to, I’m left with all this....pent up energy to dispel.”
Dean blinked several times before he shined his shock.
“Wait – what? Are you telling me when you get pumped for a demon fight and you don’t get it, you’re left feeling horny and unsatisfied? Goddammit, why the hell didn’t I ever pick up on this? I would have conspired to keep those demons away from you all those times we went hunting so you’d be forced to jump my bones.”
His laughter echoed through the cemetery. After he settled down, he swept his eyes around the perimeter. Buffy blew out another breath.
“This patrol was moot,” she groaned as she hopped onto her feet. “Maybe we can catch up to Spike and knock him around a little.”
“What – and waste all that glorious energy on him? Hell no, I’ve got a better idea.”
Dean caught her hand and tugged her out of the cemetery. Buffy felt her heart rattling furiously as she climbed into the car. Her sights fixated on each rugged line in his jaw, the sexy slope of his mouth when he smiled, the gleam of the moonlight in his eyes. She had been so engrossed in drinking every inch of him that she hadn’t realized they were driving through the outskirts of town. In a short time, she shifted her eyes around to see the sand hugging the shoreline as Dean eased into an empty lot at Lookout Point.
“What are we doing here?”
Buffy glanced over at Dean as a playful smile knitted his face.
“Number forty-three,” he quipped.
Buffy swallowed a gasp as her cheeks flashed hot. Dean cut the engine and opened the door.
“Come on, let’s go for a walk.”
After fetching a blanket from the trunk, Dean guided Buffy down the path leading to the sand. They strolled along the shoreline taking in the peaceful silence. Buffy eyed Dean with a sweet smile as she enclosed her hand with his. They followed the shore for a few miles until they reached a small alcove guarded by a thick string of rocks. Dean crossed over the rocky reef barrier and set out the blanket over the sand. A steeple of rocks surrounding the inlet provided any privacy from the common passerby.
Buffy settled down on the blanket and eyed Dean in complete awe as he glanced around the area.
“I had no idea this was here,” she said softly. “You are a closet romantic.”
“Hey, you get ‘sweet and private’ and I get ‘anytime – anywhere’ so I’d prefer to call it a compromise. Now show me some of that pent up frustration baby.”
Buffy curled into his arms as a strong gust of wind chilled her to the bone.
“Oh, it’s too cold for this,” she moaned.
Dean wrapped his arms tightly around her.
“Well, we’ll just have to keep each other warm, any ideas?”
Buffy caught the spark of desire igniting in his eyes as he dipped his mouth over hers and kissed her passionately. She let out a contented sigh as the biting cold was wiped away by the heat of his kiss. He peeled away her coat and gently folded her down onto the blanket. Buffy looked up at him and saw the glow in his eyes flaring as bright as the stars littering the night sky above them. Her heart thundered as her body tightened with longing. She slipped her hand behind his neck and pulled him in for a long and lingering kiss. She dropped her hands to clutch his jacket and pried it off.
Buffy shivered as Dean deepened her kiss and slipped a hand underneath her shirt. She felt his hand roaming passed her stomach and dipping beneath the waistband of her jeans. He snapped out the button fastening her jeans and quickly tugged down the zipper. She quivered again when the heat of his touch shot waves of pleasure through her body. She angled her body up slightly as he yanked her jeans around her hips. She hungrily tore away his long sleeve shirt and let her hands wander under his tee shirt. She pushed off the tee shirt and kissed him lustfully for a long minute. She felt her lower body swimming with liquid desire as Dean pulled the blanket over them.
Buffy let out a soft moan as he slipped inside her. Dean kissed the side of her neck as she latched her arms around his waist. She yanked him forward several times and quickly felt the surge of ecstasy flowing through her. She hitched her head back as another soft cry erupted from her mouth. Dean cut off the end of her cry by planting his mouth on hers, kissing her long and deep. He swept away the tendrils that had been plastered to her face by perspiration and stroked her cheek.
The night tide roared dangerously around them as they drove each other toward their ultimate peak. Dean clutched her tightly when he heard the pitch of her cries increasing with each of his strokes. He inhaled a deep breath and prepared himself when Buffy released a very long moan that cracked the air. He hopped onto the tail end of her rapturous cry and unleashed a low, guttural groan as her moan began to die off.
After a long minute, the two burrowed under the blanket and drank in the bliss of the evening. Buffy snuggled close to Dean and settled under his arm. She painted the moment in her memory as she hitched her mouth up and kissed Dean on the chin.
“Mmm, number forty three, check,” Dean chimed softly before chuckling.
“So are you the only one that gets to check things off a list?”
Dean shifted his eyes down to Buffy in surprise. “You have a list?”
“No, it’s not a list like yours. There are just some things I’ve thought about doing with you.”
“Things that are better than what we just did?”
Buffy felt her cheeks flashing hot again. “Uh no, I don’t think anything is better than what we just did.”
“I just thought of a few things that would be nice to do,” she said.
Dean studied her for a brief moment before he eyed her suspiciously.
“Oh, you mean fluffy chick things you’d like me to participate in without a whole lot of bitching and complaining right? Well, let’s hear these things you’ve thought about and I’ll tell you much complaining I’ll be doing IF you can manage to convince me to do ‘em.”
“They’re not ‘fluffy’ chick things,” she pointed. “They’re just nice things we could do.”
“Like?” he prompted. “There better not be a mall trip in here.”
Buffy rolled her eyes and let out a breath.
“No, I was thinking we could go to the movies and have coffee afterwards, like normal people.”
Dean brushed a hand over her hair as he took in a long breath.
“Well, that doesn’t sound so bad,” he admitted. “The last time I was actually in a movie theater was to check out claims it was haunted so, I’ll give you that one.”
Buffy smiled with satisfaction.
“Just no chick flicks,” he added. “What else?”
Buffy paused before she leaned close to Dean and whispered in his ear. He blinked a few times before he looked down at her.
“Well? Would you do that?” she asked softly.
“Only if I get to do something while we’re in there,” he said.
Buffy gulped, a little apprehensive. “Um, like what?”
Dean roared with brief laughter when he saw the fear on her face.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yeah, of course I do,” she replied.
“Then no worries,” he said.
The blissful silence was snapped by an eerie sound in the distance. Buffy frowned with alarm as she felt a sharp pain in her stomach. Dean noticed the look and sighed.
“Are you kidding me?”
In a flash, a slimy green demon emerged from the water and roared. As the creature lurched toward them, Buffy hastily pulled her pants on and bolted from the blanket. She lunged into the air and kicked the creature in the face. The creature stumbled back as Buffy winced at the green slime hanging on her bare foot.
“Ewwwwwwww,” she squeaked softly.
Dean pulled his pants on and fumbled through his jacket pocket for a weapon. Buffy attacked the creature with her fists and dodged as it flailed its sharp scaly arms at her head.
“Dean! Knife! Knife!”
Dean searched through his pockets and fished out his blade. He tossed it to Buffy just as the creature got her in a headlock. She threw her head back and slammed the creature in the face. She whipped around and stabbed the creature in the gut. The creature wailed and charged toward her, slamming her to the sand.
Dean fished out his pistol and ran barefoot toward the creature as it reared its clawed foot over Buffy’s head, preparing to crush her skull. He fired off a round into the creature’s head. The creature howled but the gunshot wounds did not seem fatal. Buffy attacked the creature with her weapon, slicing into its guts. The creature came back at her. She sliced into its arm.
“Jesus, what the hell is this thing?”
Dean fired into the creature’s foot a few times as Buffy attacked it at closer range with the knife. She wrestled the demon to the ground. Dean swept up a large boulder and began smashing the demon in the head with it while Buffy attacked with more punches and stabs to the gut. After several minutes, the demon finally died from multiple injuries. Buffy got to her feet and picked off a thick string of green sludge from her bare arm. Dean swept up his pistol and straightened. He leveled the pistol on the demon cautiously.
“Gross,” she groaned. “I’m covered in demon guts.”
Dean watched the demon a little longer before he dropped the gun to his side. Buffy eyed Dean clad in just his jeans and clutching his pistol. She flashed a playful smile.
“Oh, I like this look on you,” she cooed. “Minus the demon goo.”
As the tide rolled in, Dean gave one swift kick into the demon’s body and sent it spiraling into the water. He put his pistol away and eyed Buffy who was practically salivating. He cracked a smile.
“Well, now you see why I like the whole bikini patrol thing,” he replied.
He walked up the shore and took her hand.
“Come on, let’s get dressed and go home.”
As they strolled back to the car, Dean rolled his eyes over Buffy and smiled.
“Well, now that you’re covered in demon guts, we can see how long it takes me to clean you up.”
Later at the house:
Buffy eyed Dean with wide curiosity at his request.
“This is one of your fantasies?”
“You got a problem with it? It’s not like it’s kinky or anything.”
“No, no, it’s not....it’s just.....well a little weird.”
“Weird? It’s not weird, it’s normal,” he reasoned.
Dean watched the hesitance thickening on her face.
“I know but – I’ve just never had a guy ask me if he could do that.”
Dean let out a breath and gave a humbled look.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to do this if you really don’t want to.”
Buffy saw the glimmer of disappointment in his eyes and felt the guilt rising in her veins.
“No, no, I’m okay...I’m fine with it....just.....don’t get any in my eyes,” she said.
Dean shined an amused smile.
“I won’t. I have had a lot of practice you know.”
Buffy found her face tightening with a frown.
Dean let out a sigh and shook his head. “Forget I even asked.”
“No, no, sorry....I’m cool with it. I really am,” she said sincerely. “Go ahead and do it.”
Dean glanced at the honesty on her face but wanted to make certain he wasn’t pushing her into it.
“Are you sure?”
Buffy nodded with a smile. “I trust you.”
“Okay, lay back and just relax.”
Buffy angled her body against his and closed her eyes. She heard Dean rubbing his hands together briefly before she heard the sound of repetitive squirts. She braced herself for contact. When she felt his hands on her head, her eyes popped open in shock.
“Uh, did you realize how naughty that whole conversation was?”
Dean burst into laughter.
“Are you kidding me? I’ve been dying trying to hold it in until now. That was damn hilarious.”
Buffy let her eyes drift shut as Dean tenderly massaged her head.
“How is this?” he asked.
“Mmm, it’s very nice actually,” she cooed. “I never thought you were the type of guy who got off on washing a girl’s hair.”
“I don’t get off on it,” he clarified. “I was just curious what it was like.”
“Well, is it nice for you?”
“Yeah it is,” he replied. “I’m glad you’re open to different things.”
“Well, it depends,” she said.
Dean held her securely as he dipped her head back into the water and washed off the suds in her hair.
“I mean, you are more......schooled in this stuff.”
Buffy grabbed the sides of the tub and shifted herself around to face Dean.
“I just don’t know if I’d......do it the way you’re.....used to...I um, just don’t want to disappoint you,” she replied very softly.
Her eyes drifted to the soapy water in the tub. Dean hitched her chin up with a hand and met her eyes.
“Hey, you can never disappoint me,” he said. “You are amazing and anything you do with me is amazing.”
“Aw, I really like this side of you,” she replied. “How much more of this side can I see?”
Dean gave a mildly annoyed frown. “Hey, I’m sitting in a bathtub full of fruity scented bubbles, how much more of this softer side do you need to see?”
Buffy giggled as she pushed herself into the wedge of his legs.
“Yeah, it takes a real man to take a bubble bath with his girl,” she said.
She leaned in and gave him a sweet, loving kiss. When she broke away, she scooped a handful of bubbles and plopped them on top of his head. She snickered.
“You’re pushing it Summers,” he said. “Keep that up and you’ll have to let me scrub you down.”
After devouring a late dinner, Buffy made a bowl of popcorn and fished out a stash of Nestle crunch snack size bars from the kitchen. Dean cued up the movie and she cuddled up next to him on the couch. His eyes went wide with glee at the assortment of snacks she had put out. She watched him diving into the popcorn without much regard for the candy at the moment.
“No, no, you’re eating it wrong,” she said.
Dean paused as he scooped up a handful of popcorn. “How is that even possible?”
“You’re supposed to portion the amount to satisfy your sweet, salty, crunchy craving. See?”
Buffy fished out a few mini crunch bars and stuck them in a handful of popcorn. She stuffed her mouth with the mixture. After a minute, Dean shrugged and mimicked her portions. When he shoved the concoction in his mouth, his eyes went big with glee again.
“Oh – my – god! That’s awesome!”
Buffy grinned as she drank in his joyful expression.
“See? I told you,” she chimed.
“So salty and crunchy,” he remarked.
“And sweet,” she added.
Dean yanked her into a short kiss before he broke away and smiled.
“Yeah, you do taste very, very sweet.”
Buffy blushed as the movie started. After the first five minutes passed, Dean frowned with disapproval as Patrick Swayze and Demi Moore began to make out over a spindle of clay.
“I knew it,” he groaned. “This is a goddamn chick flick.”
Buffy blew out a breath. “Just give it a chance Dean.”
Dean shifted in his seat with annoyance.
Buffy exaggerated her pout until he rolled his eyes. She draped his arm around her and snuggled against him. As the movie progressed, Buffy stole looks at Dean. She noticed he had quieted down in his complaints once the real drama began to unfold. A short time later, Dean pulled her close as he shifted onto his side and flattened his back against the couch. When the bad guy was revealed, Buffy drew a smile when she heard Dean complain in a positive manner.
“What? He was setup by Carl? That sonofabitch,” he replied. “Kill him Sam, kill him.”
A short time later, Buffy drew another smile when she caught Dean fully engrossed in the movie.
“Yeah, man, kick his ass from the afterlife!”
Buffy watched Dean as he absorbed the big confrontation scene where the bad guy died.
“That’s right you bastard, never mess with a man’s girl,” he replied.
Buffy shifted her eyes to the screen as the movie wrapped up. When the credits rolled, she clicked off the television and turned to face him.
“Okay, I tortured your eyes enough for the evening,” she replied.
“Uh, actually, I kind of liked that movie,” he confessed. “But if you tell anyone, I will tell people your third grade nickname.”
Buffy cut him off with a tender kiss. When she broke away, she stroked his jaw and smiled.
“This has been the best weekend,” she said.
She curled into his body and kissed him deeply. After a minute, she parted ever so slightly and met his eyes.
“I love you,” she said softly.
Dean cracked a smile. “Ditto.”