Fic: Too Much Interference (NC-17) 8/?

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Title: 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? The banner is technically mine but not in the sense that I made it. It was made for me by dhfreak.
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

She’s laughing. She’s laughing.

Jesus, women are so frustrating. And Buffy? She’s the most frustrating one of them all.

Time to make her stop laughing.

I reach down and tilt her head up. Easiest way to stop the laughing? Kiss her. I lean up more, tangling my fingers in her hair as the kiss continues. Touching her hair is becoming addicting pretty damn fast.

And that’s without getting started on the fact that she’s a hell of a kisser.

“Sorry about my knee,” she says, pulling back. Hell, like I was thinking about that. Right.

“If it bruises, you’re kissing it better.”

“I could kiss it better now.”

Well, damn, if that isn’t one of the best ideas I’ve heard all day.

I’ve got a better one.

“No thanks.” I smirk as she frowns. “Much as I like the idea, I had something different in mind.” I slide my hand down until I’m able to feel how wet she is. I watch as her eyes close at the feeling of my fingers inside her and grin.

Her hips are grinding down against my hand and my hips jerk when she bites down on my jaw.

She’s a biter. Not sure why, but that’s a hell of a turn on.

My hand reaches towards the nightstand and I start fumbling around for a condom when she shakes her head.

“I’m on the pill.” Right. I forgot about that what with the getting kneed and all that. Buffy’s on the pill.

Best four words ever.

There are guys out there who would probably say that the only way to have sex is for them to be on top.

Those guys are idiots and have obviously never done it this way before because the sight of Buffy lowering herself over me is almost as good as it feels. And it feels good.

She’s tight and sweet Jesus, who knew she could do that with her muscles? I groan and thrust up, holding onto her hips.

If I were one for romantic words or poetry or something like that, I’d go into the way the sun looked surrounding her and the way it caught in her hair and I’d probably have some fancy way of saying it but I’m not so I won’t.

Who needs all those words anyway? It’s hot and she’s…beautiful is the only way to describe the way she looks when she’s rising above me and her mouth falls open each time she lowers herself again.

She’s hot, tight and so damn wet that I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last.

But I’ll be damned if I come before she does.

I stroke my hands up her front and back down to her thighs. She moans and I can’t help but smirk at that even as I move my hands lower and stroke her. I can feel her clenching around me and thrust harder, stroke faster.

Holy sweet mother of...

I pull my fingers away and grab her hips again and her nails dig into my chest.

“Fuck.” There wasn’t anything else I could say as I feel her clamp down on me. And hell, that’s all it took for me to lose control. “Buffy.”

I let out a breath as she slumped over me. “Wow.”

“Yeah.” Hell, if I’m able to think of anything else to say. Well, nothing that wouldn’t get me smacked or something.

My eyes open when I feel her begin to get off both me and the bed. It doesn’t really register that she’s getting ready to leave until she starts to go towards her clothes.

It might be easier to let her leave. I probably should and then we could pretend this isn’t happening and that we got this out of our systems.

Which would be bullshit but it’d make things easier. Maybe. Or it would fuck everything up so much that she’d end up leaving and I don’t want that either. Hell, I don’t even want her leaving the room.

“Hey.” I reach out and grab her wrist, waiting until she turns back to me. “Stay.”

She looks at me for a few moments and then smiles and climbs back into the bed with me. I pull her close and close my eyes again.

Much better.

Jesus, I’m turning into a sap.