Fic: Too Much Interference (NC-17) 6/?
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blue_icy_roseTitle: Too Much Interference
Pairing: Buffy/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Buffy - through season 5, early season 6 later. Supernatural - at least through "No Exit" (2x06).
Summary: The Scoobies, Sam, and everyone else may feel like they know too much about Buffy and Dean, but they're not the only ones. Because, really, Buffy and Dean just want to know when they're all going to stop interfering in their lives. And more importantly, when they're going to stop interrupting them.
Disclaimer: Oh yeah. They're mine. Kripke and Whedon? They had to get my permission to create their shows. *pauses* Pfffft. Yeah, I wish. But I had you going there for a minute, didn't I?
Note: As you can probably guess, this is the companion piece to Aimee's Too Much Information. It will be done entirely from Buffy and Dean's POVs, hence the rating.
Okay, so I just realized that most of Aimee's half isn't posted here at LJ. So if you'd like to read the more updated version of Too Much Information (as in the one that has all the chapters to match my half) then go here. You'll find chapters from just about everyone's POV: Sam, Faith, Willow, Xander, Spike...yup, it's fun for all!
Previous Parts
Dean
Son of a bitch, that spirit was a pain in the ass. Enough that I fell asleep after.
Of course, I’m pretty sure I was in the car when I fell asleep and not in a bed. I definitely wasn’t in a bed with anyone.
I should probably open my eyes but that’ll take too much effort. I’ll just stay here with—
I froze as the scent of vanilla reaches me and hell, nothing was going to stop the grin from appearing on my face.
Buffy.
She shifted in her sleep, arms tightening around me as she moved up a bit more and well, what am I? A saint? I don’t think so.
I slid my hand through her hair and down her back until I reached the bottom of her shirt and I couldn’t resist touching the skin just underneath there.
“Mmm…”
Well, okay, apparently that doesn’t bother her all that much because even in her sleep she’s managed to shift both of us so we’re on our sides. Not that I mind or anything, this just makes it even easier for me to twist her hair around the fingers of my other hand.
Her head tilts up and her lips brush over my jaw. I let out a breath and do some shifting of my own and this time when she turns her head I can feel her breath on my cheek. Her hair is in my face when I lower my head and I can feel the curve of her neck against my mouth and the urge to taste her is so strong that I don’t even bother resisting. I can hear and feel the moan that escapes her then and I start tracing small patterns over the small of her back. Her legs are tangled with mine and I tighten my grip around her.
I can tell the moment she goes from half asleep to fully awake. She stiffens and her hands go from holding onto me to shoving me away. I pull back and open my eyes, scowling when her foot connects with my ankle and I don’t have a chance to say anything before I go flying off the bed and into the wall. I moan as I rub at the back of my head and glare at her.
“What the hell were you doing?” Huh, I didn’t think she’d get that loud over it.
“I was enjoying myself until you threw me into the wall.”
“You were practically molesting me in my sleep!”
Oh now, just wait a minute. I was not.
“You keep telling yourself that, sweetheart. But when I woke up you were the one wrapped around me and not the other way around.” So there.
She apparently doesn’t know what to say to that because she stares at me for a moment before crossing her arms. “Whatever. You were probably having some weird sex fantasy. You’d have made out with whoever was with you at the moment.”
I shove myself up so that I’m standing and facing her over the bed. “You know what? You really need to stop talking about things that you don’t have a clue about.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. Because for your information, I knew exactly who I was with.” Oh hell. I hadn’t meant to say that out loud.
“You did?”
I shrug. “Yeah.”
“Your eyes were closed until I kicked you.”
Damn. I was kind of hoping she hadn’t noticed that. “So? What’s your point?”
Now she’s got a small smile on her face and really, I don’t see what’s so funny about this. I hate these moments.
“So how did you know it was me?”
There is no way to get out of this one without sounding like a freak. Maybe if I mutter it, she'll just let it go.
“Okay, I understood none of that.”
I should have known that wouldn’t work.
I sighed. “I said it was because I could smell your lotion or whatever the hell crap you use. Okay? You always smell like vanilla. That’s how I knew.” I shift as she gets off the bed and stands in front of me, grinning. “Don’t go making a big deal out of it okay? Just because I know what—“
“Dean.”
I stop and look at her. “What?”
“Shut up,” she says and just like that, I’m getting shoved back on the bed with one Buffy Summers on top of me. My arms go around her as she leans down and kisses me. It’s not surprising when the kiss turns into a battle of wills between us but I’ll be damned if I’m going to stop.
If this is the way she plans on shutting me up from now on, well, that’s a plan that I definitely support.
Pairing: Buffy/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Buffy - through season 5, early season 6 later. Supernatural - at least through "No Exit" (2x06).
Summary: The Scoobies, Sam, and everyone else may feel like they know too much about Buffy and Dean, but they're not the only ones. Because, really, Buffy and Dean just want to know when they're all going to stop interfering in their lives. And more importantly, when they're going to stop interrupting them.
Disclaimer: Oh yeah. They're mine. Kripke and Whedon? They had to get my permission to create their shows. *pauses* Pfffft. Yeah, I wish. But I had you going there for a minute, didn't I?
Note: As you can probably guess, this is the companion piece to Aimee's Too Much Information. It will be done entirely from Buffy and Dean's POVs, hence the rating.
Okay, so I just realized that most of Aimee's half isn't posted here at LJ. So if you'd like to read the more updated version of Too Much Information (as in the one that has all the chapters to match my half) then go here. You'll find chapters from just about everyone's POV: Sam, Faith, Willow, Xander, Spike...yup, it's fun for all!
Previous Parts
Dean
Son of a bitch, that spirit was a pain in the ass. Enough that I fell asleep after.
Of course, I’m pretty sure I was in the car when I fell asleep and not in a bed. I definitely wasn’t in a bed with anyone.
I should probably open my eyes but that’ll take too much effort. I’ll just stay here with—
I froze as the scent of vanilla reaches me and hell, nothing was going to stop the grin from appearing on my face.
Buffy.
She shifted in her sleep, arms tightening around me as she moved up a bit more and well, what am I? A saint? I don’t think so.
I slid my hand through her hair and down her back until I reached the bottom of her shirt and I couldn’t resist touching the skin just underneath there.
“Mmm…”
Well, okay, apparently that doesn’t bother her all that much because even in her sleep she’s managed to shift both of us so we’re on our sides. Not that I mind or anything, this just makes it even easier for me to twist her hair around the fingers of my other hand.
Her head tilts up and her lips brush over my jaw. I let out a breath and do some shifting of my own and this time when she turns her head I can feel her breath on my cheek. Her hair is in my face when I lower my head and I can feel the curve of her neck against my mouth and the urge to taste her is so strong that I don’t even bother resisting. I can hear and feel the moan that escapes her then and I start tracing small patterns over the small of her back. Her legs are tangled with mine and I tighten my grip around her.
I can tell the moment she goes from half asleep to fully awake. She stiffens and her hands go from holding onto me to shoving me away. I pull back and open my eyes, scowling when her foot connects with my ankle and I don’t have a chance to say anything before I go flying off the bed and into the wall. I moan as I rub at the back of my head and glare at her.
“What the hell were you doing?” Huh, I didn’t think she’d get that loud over it.
“I was enjoying myself until you threw me into the wall.”
“You were practically molesting me in my sleep!”
Oh now, just wait a minute. I was not.
“You keep telling yourself that, sweetheart. But when I woke up you were the one wrapped around me and not the other way around.” So there.
She apparently doesn’t know what to say to that because she stares at me for a moment before crossing her arms. “Whatever. You were probably having some weird sex fantasy. You’d have made out with whoever was with you at the moment.”
I shove myself up so that I’m standing and facing her over the bed. “You know what? You really need to stop talking about things that you don’t have a clue about.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. Because for your information, I knew exactly who I was with.” Oh hell. I hadn’t meant to say that out loud.
“You did?”
I shrug. “Yeah.”
“Your eyes were closed until I kicked you.”
Damn. I was kind of hoping she hadn’t noticed that. “So? What’s your point?”
Now she’s got a small smile on her face and really, I don’t see what’s so funny about this. I hate these moments.
“So how did you know it was me?”
There is no way to get out of this one without sounding like a freak. Maybe if I mutter it, she'll just let it go.
“Okay, I understood none of that.”
I should have known that wouldn’t work.
I sighed. “I said it was because I could smell your lotion or whatever the hell crap you use. Okay? You always smell like vanilla. That’s how I knew.” I shift as she gets off the bed and stands in front of me, grinning. “Don’t go making a big deal out of it okay? Just because I know what—“
“Dean.”
I stop and look at her. “What?”
“Shut up,” she says and just like that, I’m getting shoved back on the bed with one Buffy Summers on top of me. My arms go around her as she leans down and kisses me. It’s not surprising when the kiss turns into a battle of wills between us but I’ll be damned if I’m going to stop.
If this is the way she plans on shutting me up from now on, well, that’s a plan that I definitely support.
