Dream Lover

Four days passed, another job was finished, and Dean again found himself tempted to look up Buffy Summers. From the dreams, he knew she was at some resort cabin, but had no idea which one. But now that he had her last name, it was a simple matter of calling the hotels which had cabins near the area where the Jinn had kept him prisoner. Since he was back in the area, he should at least go over and tell her thank you for saving his miserable life. He should but there was something more pulling at him.

Dean finally got up enough nerve that night and pulled on some nice pants, a nice shirt and tie with a jacket. Sam was a bit surprised but didn't rag on him this time. Something in Dean’s greens told him not to.

It wasn't long before Dean found himself before her door. Why did he stop to get flowers? This was so unlike him. Why the hell was he even reaching for the doorbell. He'd be lucky if she didn't punch him out. He jumped when he realized the sound he was hearing was the door bell and he had pushed it. Well, no turning back.

Thinking it was room service, Buffy opened the door even though she looked like a wreck... thick sweat pants, a homely sweater, and her hair wrapped up in a towel... the look really didn't do much for her. Of course Dean was the last person she expected.

Her heart both rose and fell at the same time as she faltered. "You again... oh nooo." Another night of searing heat and being left alone. Just what she needed when she only had a couple more nights to relax here.

She should tell him to get lost... to go torture someone else... to get a life.... And while she was plotting all the ways to head him off at the pass, it hit her! "Wait... I'm awake... that means you're..." she cocked her head, "real. You're not him . I mean you are, but you're not... he'd never dress up and the flowers... and Omigod, I could kill you... look how I look... go inside, sit... I mean wait while I... don't go, okay," she said, backing away, touching the stupidly large towel sitting on top of her head and slamming her bedroom door shut the minute she was behind it. He didn't... he couldn't... he had! Argh!

Dean couldn't help the little smirk that played upon his lips. She was fumbling over her words, rushing him inside and telling him not to go. Well it was better than a punch in the face. Though he was a bit hurt when she said he would never dress up or bring flowers. He could be a gentleman, now and again. His father taught him something.

He walked over to the small couch, sitting down to wait for her. He could hear movements in the other room, murmur of a voice and a shadow every now and again passing under the door. Maybe this was a mistake. But she was real and just as lovely as she was in his dream, even with a towel wrapped around her head, He sat the flowers down on the small coffee table, waiting patiently.

By the time Buffy was done, she'd probably tried on half the stuff in her closet. Too work-like, too casual compared to him, too prudish, too much like what she wore in dream number two, too... oh God!.

She finally settled on a skirt that went to mid-thigh level, and a shirt that just barely touched its waist band... allowing a sliver of skin to show with her movements. It was kinda cold out, and they were in the mountains so she pulled on a pair of boots, then dried her hair as fast as she could. If he hadn't come all cleaned up, she would have skipped the make-up, but she gave herself three minutes. Maybe she could make him forget the dumpy little vision who'd greeted him!

A bit nervous, she opened the bedroom door and walked out, giving him a wry grin. "I don't know Dean, your timing... still not so good."

Dean stood up when he heard the door open and just stared. The blonde hair trickling down over her shoulders, that little wry smile and she was every bit as lovely in person as she was in his dreams. "Oh, right," he snapped out of his stare, "Sorry. I've been told that sometimes." He gave her a little shrug and held the flowers out to her. "Um..." He dropped his hand when she took the flowers, shoving them both in his pockets, "I... came..." This was hard.

"Right... I mean, I'm glad you came," she shook her head to emphasize she meant it. As she put the flowers into a tall glass, which was the only thing she could find for them in the cabin, she watched him from under her lashes. He looked the same as in her dreams, his voice had that same quality that sort of tugged at a girl... bet he had a lot of them hanging around him. "So this... this thing with us, kinda weird huh."

She turned and looked directly at him. "Good thing I'm used to the weird and your brother says you are too."

"Yeah, sort of," Dean walked around the table, looking at the floor, "But sometimes, normal is kind of nice." He approached her and stopped a pretty safe distance from her. "I came to say thanks. Thanks for... you know... saving me," he looked down at the floor before looking back up at her under long lashes of his own. "I just thought..." He gave a shrug.

"Yeah." It was because they did everything backwards.... that's why this felt all weird. "I wanted to see you," she admitted. "I came to the hospital, but you were still out. And then the next time I went... you were gone." She'd thought she'd never see him again, and yeah... it hadn't been a good feeling. "You wanna sit down? I'm not used to seeing you without a beer but... only got some rasberry seabreeze," she laughed, imagining him with a girly drink in hand.

Dean looked down, "Yeah, they needed the bed for more sick people," Dean gave a little laugh as he walked around the coffee table to sit down once again. "Rasberry seabreeze? That some kind of wine cooler?" He gave her a look of being unsure before he shook his head and reached in his jacket, pulling out a flask. "Got a coke?" He sat the flask down. It was filled with whiskey and Dean sure needed a belt of it.

"Should'a known you'd come prepared." How many times had he brought his own beer in her dreams? She brought a seabreeze for herself and a glass of coke for him, glancing at him when their fingers accidentally brushed. After they sat down, and he was innocently mixing his drink, rocking the glass around in smooth motions, all she could think about was how his hands moved over her... just like that... when they'd been sitting right here. The instant he caught her staring, her pulse kicked up. He couldn't know what she was thinking.

Dean swirled the brown liquid in his glass, getting the feeling she was watching him. When he turned his head to her, she was indeed and didn't try and look away as if she wasn't. He gave a slight smile. "Quite different from the last...." He cleared his throat turning back and taking a drink. He rested his elbows upon his knees, trying not to notice those legs he remembered in his dreams, wrapped around his hips.

"You, you were pretty good at taking that Jinn down. He caught me by surprise," Dean gave a little shrug. "So where did you learn all those fancy moves?"

She'd trapped him once... right here against the couch, trying to keep him here... "Fancy moves?" They hadn't been fancy so much as desperate. "Oh... those fancy moves," she blinked. Running her hand through her hair, she tried to get a grip. "Turns out we're in the same line of business. Killing bad guys... things. But I WAS on vacation until you..." she squirmed and rubbed her palms against each other. "There's not a chance in hell that you don't remember, is there?"

Dean gave Buffy a grin that was more like a smirk. He leaned back, turning a bit to face her, "I remember." He gazed at her then leaned in closer, "Everything." He pulled back then took another drink. "Though I don't remember this couch."

"Great." So not. "I do remember it..." And begging him, and pleading. No way she was going to be able to hold a conversation here. "So... can we go out to the porch maybe? Or for a walk? There are lots of places in town without sofas and... and they're not here," she swept her arm around. And maybe if other people were around, she'd relax a bit more.

"Walking is nice, I don't trust you on the porch, after the last time. I think you bruised my soul... aura, whatever they call it." He got up, offering her a hand to help her up. He took his glass, taking a drink then held the door open for her before following her out and down the small porch stairs, before moving up beside her.

He was walking slowly, "You know, I have a question... How did you know to... That I had been asking for help? Some things are a little vague for me." He stopped, facing her. "I... the last time I had..." He had given up. He was ready to die. And here he was, yet again having cheated death.

"You... don't trust me? That's kinda backwards!" She gave him a miffed look but sobered when he became more serious. "I talked to someone about the dreams. I mean I knew they weren't normal... and to have them every night..." Heat rose to her cheeks. "He agreed and said some possibilities were you needed something... not that," she jabbed him with her elbow the instant she saw the look, "or it was some sort of trap."

Used to being targeted, she gave a casual shrug. "Then that last night, you were really different. I mean it was all less teasing, more..." she bit her lip, thinking back to how tempted she'd been. "I just got this feeling that something bad ... really bad had happened or was going to happen if you finally... you know… stayed." Stayed. Good, code words worked. "Maybe it was because you started talking about real things... your family. Trust me, dumping you off the swing," she turned back to look at the porch they’d left behind, then continued waling along the trail, "that was the second hardest thing I did. First one was leaving you in front of that shack, alone." It almost hurt thinking about how vulnerable and abandoned he'd seemed at that moment.

Dean lowered his head, walking beside her. "I don't know, at first, I had to try anything. Not even sure why you were the one I appeared to. And it sure as hell would have been... difficult to explain to someone, 'Hey, can you come save my stupid ass from this thing,' it not normal, you know." He frowned, "I just don't know why I didn't appear to my brother." Unless the demon had something to do with it. The bastard. He gave pause though to her last comment. He looked slightly up and past her, swallowing hard. He remembered how he felt. Like a complete failure.

He slowly shifted his eyes back to her. Those lips drew his gaze. He then cupped a hand around behind her neck, leaned down a bit then kissed her softly. "Thank you," he whispered against her lips.

Okay... he still had it. Just like that, Buffy responded to the kiss, parting her lips and tangling the tip of her tongue with his. Neither of them deepened it, maybe knowing only too well what would happen if they did. It was weird... some kind of super chemistry here. Every time he touched her, she felt like she was on the verge of exploding, in a good way. No... a too good way.

She didn't dare touch him before pulling away, and walking once again toward town. "You're a dangerous guy," she half laughed, looking at him and knowing he just loved it. "Here's my theory... you came to me cause you sure as heck weren't going to be kissing Sam like that. Giles did some research about the Jinn, and not to add any ick factor here but, he thinks the Jinn's need for blood is on the same wavelength as... as sexual desire... let’s just say it gets the hots for blood. It also has some sort of psychic abilities. It's kinda like you rode his pyschic channel... figured out how to use it."

And boy did he use it. Good thing they were in town already. "Wanna go in?" she asked, pointing at an old fashioned saloon with swinging doors and everything. "I bet they have something other than seabreeze."

Dean's insides danced, his body tingled and his lips burned even long after the two had parted. He could still feel her tongue touching his and he wanted more. But they were walking again. It was probably a good thing too. "So he got off on the blood... great. Talk about blood going to the wrong head. And by the way, I’m not dangerous... though I can be, I'm adorable," He flashed a grin.

She was still laughing and shaking her head when he pushed the door open for her and paused, looking around, scoping the area. Dart boards, good, could make money off that. No pool tables, damn. There was a small dance floor, a few people there and the rest was tables with wait staff moving about. Dean motioned for Buffy to go ahead of him toward the bar, half wishing now he hadn't dressed up. He kept his hand at the small of her back which was all too tempting to slip his hand down just a bit more, to feel the natural curve of her ass before slipping behind her and...

The hunter could just hear Sam's voice telling him to behave. Stop being such a tramp.

When they reached the bar, Buffy leaned back, enjoying the feel of his hand on her back. He hadn't dropped it, and she wasn't complaining. Heck... that hand had been everywhere, this was nothing. She ordered an apple martini, just for the heck of it and a couple of appetizers they could share. "Maybe you should try a watermelon martini... it might suit you."

The bartender raised a bushy eyebrow and waited for Dean to order.

Dean felt the pressure on his hand, she was leaning back into his touch so he dared it and moved closer to her. Making a bit of a face at her suggestion, he teased, "right, suits me." He shook his head and leaned into her as he went moved in to speak to the bartender, "Beer, De Sol if you got it, if not, anything will do."

That gave the bartender a smile, seeming happy he ordered a more manly drink. Apparently not having the beer Dean ordered, he placed a micro brew in front of him, "Think you will like this one."

Dean laid down his money and moved over to a booth to enjoy his drink. He let Buffy sit down first before he slid in on the other side and took a drink of his beer, sighing happily. "Not bad."

He reached up, loosening the tie that was strangling him. "So," not sure where to start, "How did you get started in all this? What got you involved?" He knew she would know he was talking about fighting the supernatural.

She thought about how much she could tell him, but hello, her being the Slayer was pretty much the worst kept secret in the world. Half getting up, she reached across and undid his tie and the first button of his shirt as she explained. "It wasn't really a choice. I'm the Slayer... born to fight demons and the bad guys. You're in the business, I'm sure if you look me up, you'll get it.”

Dean frowned at the word Slayer, never heard of it. He was gonna have to ask Bobby about it.

“ There... now you can be comfortable." Sitting back down, she couldn't help thinking that the additional benefit was she had more eye candy, cause yeah, with his tie hanging loosely and a bit of skin showing at his neck line... totally sexah.

He’d tipped his head up a little while trying to look down her shirt… couldn't help it. "Thanks," he mumbled shoving the sensations he got from her touching him the way she did. Dean pulled at his shirt, undoing another button to make him more comfortable. "I... don't normally dress up. There's another thing to add to your list of 'What Dean Winchester did for me' sort of thing." He gave a half smile.

"Oh yeah? I don't think I can really talk about the rest of that list. Cheers." She lifted her glass to her mouth and took a bigger drink than she would have if it hadn't tasted so much like apple juicy... so little like actual liquor.

They chatted a bit, about where they lived, how odd it was to have run into each other, then they started telling each other about their adventures. Neither one noticed that hours had gone by, the waitress had kept bringing on the drinks, and the bar was now quite full. One thing Buffy did notice, was he'd undone yet another button on his shirt. "Hey... you wanna dance?" she asked, not totally sure she was up to standing straight but seeing the others on the dance floor made her want to move.

Dean was sporting a really really good buzz and he normally would have said ‘no’ but he glanced at the floor then back at her. It would give him the chance to get close to her. To feel her... oh shit, he was thinking dirty thoughts already. He drank down the rest of his beer, got up and took her hand, "I don't do this very often but, okay. Just know, I don't do shorts." He chuckled and lead her over.

"Shorts, what shorts..." she eyed him suspiciously. Her mind had slowed down a bit... was he talking about going commando? And didn't she already know that about him? Still trying to think through it, she found herself standing right in front of him. One little tug, and she was in his arms, practically every part of her touching a part of him. Her clothes offered no protection... her body remembered only too well what he could do to her. Swallowing hard, she put her head on his shoulder, and started to sway to the music.

Dean was thankful these were slow songs. He wrapped one arm around her waist and held her hand with his free one. Their bodies pressed and he could feel her all too clearly. His own body screamed for her because though those were dreams, he still remembered…wanting, needing. He could feel his heart rate beating a little faster.

Spinning with her, he glanced down and before he realized what he was doing, his hand had moved down her back, skimmed over her ass and was back at the small of her back again. And damn, he wanted to push her against a table, bend her over and flip the back of her skirt up.

Oh God...oh God... the way he was holding her, branding her with hot trails up and down her back... molding her closer, lingering on her ass even if he was doing his best to pretend it was accidental. She knew his tactics... she knew how he felt and tasted. She knew how he could make her burn, and how it felt to go down in flames. Squirming closer, she tried to control the fire storm sweeping her body, tried not to want to forget this whole getting to know you thing. But this guy made it hard... made it so damn hard.

Dean looked down at Buffy, feeling her pressed to him, squirming against his body, rubbing all over him… making him hard. He held her tighter and all the people around them, the bar included, seemed to fade. It was just her and him. Dean closed his eyes a moment, leaning his head against hers and smelling her hair. He couldn't help taking a deep breath to inhale her scent. She smelled nearly as he remembered in his dream, but now it was better.

His breath was warm against her cheek. Her eyes fluttered open and she found herself staring into smoldering hungry eyes that made her heart race even faster. How did he wake all her senses like this? Her mouth ached to be kissed... kissed by him. It was just as bad as in the dreams... no worse... so much worse.


Dean stared at her lips, wanting to kiss them. He leaned in but merely placed his cheek against hers and spun them around.


Black velvet and that little boy's smile
Black velvet with that slow southern style
A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees

As Alannah Myles belted the song out, Buffy thought the song had to be about Dean. Damn, he could bring any woman to her knees. When his leg slipped past hers, she looked up again, yearning for everything he’d given and withheld during the nights he’d come to her in dreams.

Dean leaned down more and lightly brushed his lips against hers. He needed a little taste. Just a small one. But it only left him longing for more, much more, especially because of those damn dreams, he wanted to feel her, taste her the rest of the way."

“Mmm.” She gave a small smile. “Back to torturing, are we?” He was right, she knew he was right. It would be stupid to jump into anything just based on dreams. Anyway dreams usually shattered. And even when they didn’t, they ended.

"No torture, just promises," he whispered to her right by her ear. He smiled then leaned in kissing her under her ear, "Mmm, besides, you are the one who is torturing."

Freeing her hand from his, she placed both her hands on his chest and moved them up and down slowly, still swaying to the music. “How am I torturing? Hmm?” She did owe him...

Dean now had both his arms around her and he pressed her closer. "I think you know how you are, both his hands pressed her hips against his so he could at least let her feel how hard she was making him.

“That for me?” She lifted her chin. Maybe the drinks were talking, and maybe they weren’t. He made her want to be bold... he woke something in her and she was having more than a little trouble making it go back to sleep. Slowly, she smoothed her hands up his chest then started to wind his tie around her fists, forcing him down toward her.

Dean bent down at the tug, "No, it's for the bartender. He brings us beer and drinks." He smiled a little before kissing her a little more firmly this time, letting his tongue tickle past her lips to join hers, finally really tasting her.

“He’s not that hot,” she murmured against his mouth, then yanked down harder, insisting he deepen the kiss.” As they moved against each other to the music, she found herself slowly catching fire...an edgy pressure she knew too well slowly building.

Dean found his one hand moving up and into her hair. He twisted his fist into it, feeling as if... as if he’d done this before. He released her hair and just cupped the back of her head, kissing her more deeply as he stopped moving so he could concentrate on the kiss, pushing his tongue deep into her mouth, tasting every corner.

Oh yeah. His kiss was lethal. Electrifying. Sizzling hot. Her blood surged in response, heat pooling low in her stomach. Letting go of his tie, she moved her hands around his waist... lower, over his ass, pulling him closer... so close he might leave an imprint on her body.

Someone knocked Dean on the shoulder. “Get a room.”

Dean jumped and realized that, damn, they were getting kind of hot and steamy. He looked down at Buffy, "Jealous," he mumbled out and looked back to Buffy.

She laughed. “Or doesn’t like your style of dancing. You wanna...” she looked toward the door.

Dean nodded, "Yeah, I wanna." Though what was he really answering to? The unasked question or just to leaving.

Buffy gave him a double take, then walked out with him. It had been hot in the bar, for more reasons than just that he’d been all over her. She moved closer, leaning in when his arm came around her. “Me too... I wanna...” she looked up at him. Even if it was a bad, bad idea... when had that stopped her before?

Dean kept his arm around her as they walked toward where she was staying. He looked down, wanting to just put her back against the nearest tree and push her skirt up. However, intended to keep himself in check, at least till they reached her place.

The trails leading back seemed longer than when they’d come during the daylight. Eventually they were more running, than walking... stealing glances at each other, trying to fight off feelings... hold them at bay for just a little while longer. But when she felt his hand graze her ass, she stopped in her tracks. One kiss wouldn’t hurt... Lifting up onto her toes, she nipped his chin with her teeth, then found her way up to his lips.

Dean pulled Buffy close, kissing her, stumbling her backwards as he kissed her, letting his hunger show now that they were out in the open. He pulled away from the kiss, needing to breathe, then felt the need to kiss her again. He gazed passed her toward the cabin... still far away and he didn't know if they were gonna make it.

She knew what he was thinking. Hell, she knew what he was feeling. Still plastered to him, she walked around ... behind him, her hands around his waist. There was more stumbling, as they walked with his ass pressed against her belly. This gave her so much access, she laughed softly as she pushed her hands under his shirt and ran them up and down his abs and chest, feeling his muscles quiver under her palms.

Dean let Buffy move behind him. He then felt why she did it, just to tease him. He groaned then looked down as her hands worked under his clothing. He smiled, "You are a tease." He wrapped his arms back behind him to touch her.

“Learn from the best,” she buried her lips against his throat, loving the way his hands moved over her sides and hips. “’Sides... if I were a tease, I’d be doing this...” Her hand slipped over the rough material of his pants, and she massaged his clearly visible erection.

Dean stopped, looking back over his shoulder at her, he said, "see told you you were." He tried to pull her around to him, "You’re gonna make me carry you aren't you."

“I’m gonna make you... something something,” she answered, clinging even as she let him pull her around, and reaching up to kiss him. “Dean...” Cupping his chin she dragged his face down where she needed him. Her breaths came harder... faster, she wanted this to go on forever...

Dean groaned, leaned down, kissing her some more, lifting her to him as they kissed. He could have just carried her.

She looped one leg around him, her heart slamming into her chest as she ground against his arousal. Unable to stop herself, she held onto his shoulders and pulled herself up and down his body, flexing her powerful thighs, leaning back as each wave of pleasure struck her. “Promise me.... promise me you’re not going to leave like this... “ she gripped his shoulders tighter.

Dean had cupped her ass, helping her move over him as he felt the wonderful sensation of her against him. He wanted her. He really really did and he knew his cock would be leaking. "I don't think I could leave even if I wanted to, not now." His gripped her ass tighter.

As the kissing got more frantic, so did her need for him. Her skirt was moved out of the way, but it wasn’t enough... she wanted to feel him... really feel him. Skin to skin. She forced her hands between them, felt him stumble... then come to rest with his back against a tree as she lifted up and undid his zipper. Her gaze was locked with his as she freed him and ran her hand over his thick shaft. “I need you.”

Dean’s back hit a tree and he groaned, grabbing at her skirt, pulling it up higher. "I need you too," he grabbed her and spun them around, more like rolled around the tree till her back was to it. He leaned in, kissing her deeply as his fingers rubbed over her, feeling her wetness through her panties. He pushed her panties out of the way and he could really feel her. This was real. Very real. It made his cock throb.

She squirmed and moved, chasing his hand and fingers as she flexed up and down. More, she needed more. Impatient, she knocked his hand away and found his cock pulsing at her entrance. Her hunger grew merciless... ten times worse than in her dreams, though the fear of his leaving her like this still taunting the edges of her mind. “I want your mouth on me, I want you inside me. Now.”

Dean gave a little growl, being forced to pull his hand away, but her voice was heavy with need. He remembered the dreams. The feel of her body, the feel of her breath. Instead of pushing inside her, he let his knees buckle and he lowered down, dragging his mouth over her clothing till he pushed her top up to expose the skin at her stomach. He gave it a lick before he took her skirt and pushed it out of the way. His mouth found her heated core, and then he licked her.

Frustrated and afraid he was up to some trick, she almost fought him. But when his mouth moved over her, she was struck by white hot heat. She gripped a branch, squeezing it tight to keep herself steady. With her free hand, she reached for his head, running her fingers through his hair... sometimes tugging him closer when she needed more pressure. “Fuck... Dean... oh God... oh yes... don’t stop ... just don’t stop,” she cried, thrusting her hips mindlessly. So good... so good.

Dean gave a little moan, feeling her nails scrape against his skull. He lowered down more, letting his tongue explore every part of her as one hand pushed up under her top, to her bra and then under and up so he could cup her breast and roll her nipple between his fingers. Yes, get it nice and tight so he could suck on that too.

Buffy arched into him, into his mouth, into his hand... the sensations rocking her body were too much... too much. She was crying out, saying things ... trying but failing to control herself from pleading with him as his mouth sent hot fire pulsing through her entire system.

Dean rose, lifting her up. He lowered his head and found that nipple he’d teased. He moaned as he sucked on it even as he started to push his cock into her. He lifted his head and kissed her heatedly, "Kept my promise," He whispered over her lips.

If he hadn’t, she’d have hunted him down and killed him... like he was killin’ her now. She made a sound deep in the back of her throat when he entered her, stretching her... filling her. He’d worked her up into a state and she let him know it in the way she tightened around him, rocked her hips and rode his cock... harder, faster... demanding he give her everything he had and more.

All that teasing, all that wanting, all that needing... it had to go somewhere. “Oh God... Dean...” she gripped his shoulders and moved wildly against him. “Oh God...” her mouth found his, clung to his, her tongue moving in and out of his mouth just the way he moved in and out of her. A particularly sharp move slammed her back into the tree, knocking her breath out of her, but she just thrust right back... milking him, squeezing him.

She was wild. She was needing. And damned if she wasn't incredible. Slick and hot, tight, squeezing around him … more than incredible. He couldn't stop his hips from ramming into her. With a rock of his hips, he was able to get himself deeper into her. "Geez woman, better than a dream," he growled, kissing her deeply once again. But then he pulled from her, still not strong enough to hold her up. So he let her down, turned her to face the tree then bent her slightly so he could enter her from behind. He was now rocking into her, taking her from behind.

Buffy arched her back, closing her eyes as he invaded her again. She leaned her forehead on her forearm against the tree, and reached around to urge him on with her other hand. They were touching from waist to ankle, and sliding together every time they moved. It was frustrating that she had no control over the depth of his penetration, but very quickly she had no complaints. She felt his mouth against her shoulder, his hot breaths coming fast against her ear. “You sure this isn’t a dream,” she managed, turning her head as far to the side as she could. “Cause... good one... ahhh...” She was burning up, totally going up in flames.

Dean nibbled along her neck, pulling her shirt up with his hand so he could cup her breast, "Not... not this time," he answered. He was thrusting hard into her, fast and needing. He slowed now and again till he felt her squeeze him with need and then he would thrust hard into her, "This is very real," he started to move faster. He was now slamming his hips against her perfectly round ass, cupping her breast and he moved his other hand down to tease her clit. "We... we were... so worth the wait." He was gonna have to do this on a bed as well.

Talking was out of the question now that his hands were moving with agonizing pressure over her. Back and forth, she writhed in his arms, her head rolling back as he buried himself deeper and deeper. Her muscled clenched around him... little shockwaves crashed through her. She put her hand over his, forcing him to press harder against her aching breast as she came... and came ... saying his name, over and over...her movements as frenzied as his.

Dean moaned pulling her back against him. "God you feel incredible." He groaned and wanted to slam her against the tree as he just rocked into her but then he reached down, lifted her leg and opened her fully and completely to him. He was now really ramming into her, "I can't..." Dean knew it wasn't gonna be long before he released into her.

“Unh... unh... unh...” she was blinded every time he drove into her. She’d ridden the waves of her orgasm and now it started all over again. This time... this time she concentrated on squeezing him... bending lower so he got what he wanted... what he needed. Yeah... that was it, she felt him pulsate... felt him pour the heat of his passion deep inside her. Yet neither one of them stopped moving... they slowed, tried to catch their breaths... but they kept sliding against each other.

Finally, when he pulled away, she turned and leaned against him. “That was incredible... don’t know if I can walk.”

Dean was spent. He hadn't released like that in what seemed forever. Slowly, his breathing started coming more smoothly. He then looked at her, leaning in and kissing her. "Let's not for a while then." He smiled to her. "So I kept leaving and never stayed for that? Boy, I was a jerk."

“Total jerk. Five time jerk,” she teased, smiling back. “I’m no math genius, but the way I figure it, you owe me four more...” As they rested against each other, they started to pull their clothes together.

What had happened to her panty? She felt the heat rush to her cheeks as she tried to cast her eyes around to look around for it without making a big deal of it.

Dean looked at her, noticing the flush and smiled. "Forget about them, you won't be needing them." He leaned in and nipped her neck.

He pushed up, button to the top of his pants done before he reached down and pulled her up. He even lost his tie somewhere. He didn't care as he took her hand and started walking her back the rest of the way to her cabin. "So four more times, huh, guess I'll be spending the night? Making up for those times?" He looked at her.

“Or on the porch... or the spa that I don’t have... or the sofa,” she gave him a bodily nudge as they climbed u[ the two steps to the porch. “Almost killed me in the jacuzzi.”

“Damn, too bad you don't have one. Though a nice hot bath might be a good substitute?" He leaned into her, pressing her to the door.”

“Bath...” her mouth went dry. “Oh yeah... I have one. It took exactly one kiss to make her forget how satisfied she’d been five minutes earlier. Whisking him inside, she made sure he made good on his promises.


(Any buffy/dean lovers out here? I'd love to know if you are reading)