Title: Too Much Interference
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!
Oh, and look for the shout out to Firefly in this one. (And technically, one to VM as well.)
Okay, so going to that spa with Faith wasn’t as bad as I had thought it would be. Heck, I’d go so far as to say we actually had fun.
Of course, we were doing different things for most of the day.
But the point is we went out, alone, and we’ve made it back in one piece.
Which is when Faith decides it’d be fun to start in on me and Dean and hello? Not something I want to talk about when he’s on the other side of the door. So I shut up her up the best way I knew how. I shoved her into the door and gave her my best innocent look when she glared at me. Then the glare turned into a smirk and the minute we were inside she headed towards Dean.
I swear I could have kissed Sam when he grabbed her by the shoulders and dragged her out of the room.
Dean’s staring at the door like he doesn’t understand what just happened and hey, I don’t blame him. That was weird.
Still, it got them both out of the room and I want more smoochies.
That’s right. We’ve managed to keep it down to only kissing so far. Well, okay, that and some groping. Either way, kissing Dean is damn fun.
And it looks like he’s got the same idea because he’s smirking and pressing me back against the dresser, mouth already lowering towards mine.
The sound of the Impala’s engine causes him to jerk back and before I can say anything, he’s checking his jacket pockets and swearing, heading towards the door and jerking it open.
He was a little late on that one.
But good God, it’s not as if Sam’s never driven the car before.
He’s pacing and waving his arms around now, ranting about damn brothers who go around stealing car keys.
I sigh and roll my eyes, crossing my arms. I’m hoping if I stand here long enough, he’ll get back to what he was doing. Meaning, he can start making with the kissage any minute now.
Of course, that was apparently too much to hope for because he doesn’t seem to be winding down anytime soon.
“God! You are so frustrating!”
Oh, that got him to stop.
“What are you talking about?”
“If it means so damn much to you, just go jerk off to thoughts of your precious Impala. Maybe then you’ll be able to relax,” I snap. Jerk. I’m so out of here.
Of course, the minute I decide to do that, Dean actually decides to tune back in. Yeah, welcome back buddy.
“Hey.” He steps in front of me. “Where are you going?”
Is he kidding me? Seriously? “I was leaving. Which is usually what people are going to do when they head for the door.”
His hands slide down to grip my waist. “There a reason you’re leaving?”
Must. Not. Hit. Dean.
I raise an eyebrow. “To give you time alone while you mourn the car you’re probably going to see later?”
Oh, you jackass. Wipe that smirk off your face. Now.
Really, it’s not fair. His smirk shouldn’t be that sexy. It makes it hard to continue with my plan of leaving. Ooh, so does that thing he’s doing to my neck. My hands go to his shoulders as he lifts me up and sets me on the dresser, moving forward so that he’s standing between my legs.
His mouth moves to my ear. “Still leaving?”
I scoot closer to him and tighten my grip on his shoulders. So not fair what his voice can do to me. “If you stop doing that, I am.”
He laughs and pulls back to look me in the eye. “What if I stop so I can do this?” he asks, tugging my shirt up until I have to lift my arms so he can get rid of the damn thing. I close my eyes when he pushes me back so that he can trace his tongue along the edge of my bra.
“Well, that’d be okay then.” How am I still talking? And why is his shirt still on?
Time to fix that.
“Hey!” Oh, maybe I shouldn’t have pushed him. Oops. “What was that for?”
“So I can take off your shirt.” I grin and start tugging it up. “In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m practically half-naked over here and you still have all your clothes on.”
His grin says that he noticed and didn’t mind but he doesn’t say anything as his shirt goes flying.
“You know,” he says, hands sliding up my back. “If we’re going to be fair about this, I’m half-naked and you’re not.”
“You just want to take my bra off.”
I suck in a breath when he unhooks my bra without even looking. “There is that.” Not sure what happened to my bra and I don’t really care if he’s going to keep looking at me like that.
Oh smart. Yes, the shoes need to go now. Why didn’t I think of that?
Right. Because I’m in the not caring stage of the day. As long as we keep going, I’m good.
I wrap my legs around his waist and Jesus, he feels good pressed against me. His hands are tangled in my hair, using his grip to tilt my head in whatever way he wants. I grind up against him and slip my hands beneath his jeans.
“Naked now,” I mutter against his mouth. He laughs and pulls back to breathe.
“I’m not moving.” I squeeze his waist with my legs. “I’m comfortable here. So if we’re moving…”
He rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. I get it.” He doesn’t say anything else though, just wraps his arms around me and lifts and wow, that is hot. He should just pick things up more often. Without a shirt so I can see his muscles work like I can feel them doing now.
It’s not perfect the way you always see on TV and movies and all that. Because I really doubt they practically fall off the bed when they drop. Not that it bothers me, I actually like it better. Makes it more real and less like a, well, like a dream.
Not that I’m telling Dean that I had dreams about what sex with him would be like. Ever.
“Shit,” he mutters and I can only laugh. He narrows his eyes at me. “Are you laughing at me?”
“Well, you did just almost cause us to end up on the floor.” Ha, Dean overshot.
Oh, never saying that one out loud either.
“Stop thinking,” he orders, already working my jeans down. “And lift your hips.”
“Aye, aye Captain.” That causes him to pause and look up at me with a raised eyebrow. “What?”
I shrug. Hey, at least I didn’t call him Captain Tightpants.
He just shakes his head and pulls my jeans and underwear off all at once. He starts to lower himself over me and I shake my head.
Now he’s looking at me as if I’ve grown a second head. “What?”
“I’m not going to be the only naked one. Take off your pants.”
There’s the smirk again. “Bossy, aren’t you?”
“And you like it.”
I’m pretty sure I hear him mutter “Yeah, I do.” It’s hard to say since I’m distracted by the fact that his jeans are coming off and he’s down to his boxers.
Well, he was. Now he’s just naked and can I just say finally! Also? Damn. I repeat, damn.
Is it wrong to feel extremely smug right about now? Too bad. I am.
Like any girl with eyes could blame me. No rea—oh hell! Exactly when did he get his mouth down there and how did I not notice?
“Fuck!” Is that my voice? I don’t usually sound that breathy.
He laughs and I can feel the vibration run through me. He pushes my legs further apart and all I can concentrate on is the feel of his tongue running over me. My eyes shoot open when I feel his fingers inside me and I can feel his breath on my thigh before I can’t really think at all because now he’s using fingers and mouth and oh God, why the hell didn’t we do this sooner?
I twist the sheets as I try to push my hips up, swearing when he shakes his head and pushes down with his free hand. The only reason I’m not using Slayer strength here is because I don’t want him to stop. My fingers dig into the sheets, bunching them up as I push my head down into the pillow.
Oh God, oh God, oh God.
“Dean!” It’s all I can manage at the moment because my mind’s just gone completely blank and I stare at the ceiling as my breath slows down. I groan when I feel him pull his fingers away and then he’s crawling up my body until he’s staring down at me.
I smile at the grin on his face and then tilt my head. My eyes move down his body and then back up again.
“I want you inside me.” I watch in fascination as his eyes get even darker and he moves towards the side of the bed where his bag is. Shaking my head, I touch his arm. “I’m on the pill.”
And that must have been the right thing to say at this moment because he looks like he’s going to eat me alive. I’m not going to stop him.
Grinning, I wrap one leg around him and twist so that I’m on top.
“Son of a bitch!”
My eyes widen. Oh, please don’t tell me I kneed him. “Are you okay?”
“Other than the fact you just rammed your knee into my gut? Yeah, I’m good.” He runs a hand down my back and I relax a little. At least I didn’t knee him somewhere where it would do any damage.
I stare down at him, taking in the situation and I just can’t help it. I lower my head until it’s on his chest and burst out laughing.
At this rate, we’re never going to get to the sex.
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Nicole (blue_icy_rose) wrote on July 14th, 2007 at 01:47 am
Fic: Too Much Interference (NC-17) 7/?