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25 February 2008 @ 05:12 pm
Fic: Feels Like I'm Falling (Buffy/Dean) R  
Title: Feel Like I'm Falling
Rating: R
Summary: Dean finally gets the nerve to ask Buffy to dance. Naturally, they're interrupted.
Warning: Sexual situations
Spoilers: None!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything associated with Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Supernatural. They belong to Joss Whedon and Eric Kripke
Notes: Written for Dani for the first Secret Santa fic exchange at Route 66 (way back in 2006 - because it's been so long, you know ~_^).

Her request: For my SS, I'll take something with UST and a romantic dance that builds tension before they finally fall into each other and can't help but NOT be together. I'd like someone to interrupt!! But of course after the problem is solved, then consummate there relationship.


Sam glanced over and rolled his eyes as he watched his brother stare across the floor at Buffy. Shaking his head, he smirked.

“You are such a freak. Why don’t you just go over there?”

“Go over where?” Dean asked, looking over at him. Sam sighed.

“Like I can’t tell that you’ve been staring at Buffy all night?”

Dean frowned. “I have not.” He shook his head.

“Dean.” Sam leaned over. “Buffy is over there dancing with Faith and you have been doing nothing but staring. Just go over there and dance with her.” Fighting back a smile, he took a drink. “It’s a party so I promise you won’t be considered a loser if you do. Dancing? It’s expected.”

“Would you just shut up?” Dean snapped. “I don’t want to dance. If you want to, don’t let me stop you.” He scowled and took another drink.

Sam smirked and Dean fought the urge to smack him. Again. It probably wouldn’t be the best idea to hit his brother in the head too much. Knowing their luck, Sam would end up brain damaged.

“Sure, Dean,” he said, standing up and making his way in the direction of the two Slayers.

Dean watched him go, suspicion clear on his face.

“He better not say a damn thing to either of them,” he muttered. He paused, realizing what he had said. “Not that there’s anything to tell.” He snorted. Right, that was real convincing, Winchester.

He watched as Sam walked up behind Faith, hands going to her hips to turn her so that they were face to face. It was only a few moments before he had turned in the other direction, eyes trained firmly on the wall.

“Tell me you’ve got enough in there for me to have a drink,” Buffy said as she walked up beside him.

Dean jumped, annoyance flashing briefly in his eyes. He hated that she was able to sneak up on him so easily.

“Tired of dancing?” He glanced over at her, taking in the way her shirt clung to her curves before turning away again.

“Well, your brother decided he was Lord of the Dance and then he and Faith decided that naughty touching was the most important part of dancing. It was weird.” She made a face. “Frankly, I never needed to see them getting that close to actually having sex with clothes on.”

“Yeah, that was not an image I needed of my brother. Thanks.” Dean gave a mock shudder, causing Buffy to laugh.

“Anytime,” she said.

Dean glanced back and raised an eyebrow at the sight of Sam and Faith wrapped around each other on the dance floor. Well, hell, looked like little brother was finally getting the girl. He glanced over at Buffy, who was staring at the wall, blowing her hair out of her face. He licked his lips and took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment. He could do this. He’d faced down spirits, demons, hell, even a swarm of bugs. He could ask a girl to dance.

He wasn’t twelve anymore and even if that were the case, he hadn’t had problems asking girls to dance back then either.

“So, you want to dance?”

She turned, blinking at him. “What?”

“Dancing.” He rolled his eyes. “Come on, I know you know what it is, you were doing it less than five minutes ago.”

“You mean join in on the groping?”

He grinned. “We could show those two how it’s done.”

She stared at him for a few moments and he wondered if he’d finally managed to take his teasing too far until she smiled. “Okay, Winchester, let’s dance.”

“Dance? I’m pretty sure you just agreed to grope me.”

Her smile turned to a grin. “Play your cards right and maybe I’ll do more than that,” she teased, grabbing his hand and dragging him towards the dance floor. He sucked in a breath, setting his drink down on a random table as they passed and then smirked.

“Sweetheart, I’m really hoping that’s a promise you plan to keep.”

She didn’t answer just began to dance, swaying to the beat and leaning into him when he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her back against him. She slid her hand down his arm until her hand met his, tangling their fingers together.

He pressed up against her back, taking their entwined hands and sliding them down her stomach. Buffy tilted her head back so that she could meet his eyes. Slowly, she smiled. “Hi,” she said.

Dean’s lips twitched. “Hi.”

Buffy twisted a bit so that she was partially facing him, causing his arm to wrap around her tighter. He fought back a groan as her ass pressed against him. Her other arm slid up to wrap around his neck and they moved closer until there was barely any space between them. She turned so that she was fully facing him, chest pressed to chest, and slid a leg in between his.

His hands slid down her back and then back up, tangling in her hair. They began to move against each other, her arms around his neck.

As quickly as the song had started, it ended. Buffy stepped back just as a slow song started. “Right. Thanks for the dance.” She started to turn, stopping when Dean took hold of her arm.

“Wait.”

She looked up at him. “What is it?”

“Dance with me.”

Buffy paused, studying him for a moment before giving him a small smile. “Okay,” she said, stepping closer to him and wrapping one arm around his waist and the other around his neck, making it easier to tuck her head under his chin.

Dean’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close. He let out a breath, closing his eyes and lowering his forehead to the top of Buffy’s head.

She took a deep breath, smiling against his chest and tightening her arms around him. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Faith give her thumbs up and grab Sam by the hand, dragging him off the dance floor. Her smile grew.

They began to slowly sway in a circle, completely oblivious to everyone else in the room. Buffy’s eyes fell closed and she took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of earth, leather and something that was uniquely Dean.

The shuffling of feet to the right was the first indication that they weren’t alone.

“I, um, really hate to interrupt,” Xander said. “I mean really hate to because, well, it’s about damn time, but there’s a big demon outside that would eat me in seconds and Faith and Sam seemed to have disappeared into one of the back rooms and I am so not risking going in there.”

Dean fought the urge to groan in frustration and he felt Buffy sigh and her grip loosen. When she pulled back, she had a frown on her face.

“Stupid demons. One night,” she muttered. “Just one night is all I ask.”

Dean smirked. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s go kill ourselves a demon.”

“Yeah. I could use a good kill.” She sighed, already heading for the weapons, leaving Dean to stare after her. He grinned.

“Now there’s a feeling I completely understand,” he muttered, going after her.

“You want a gun or a sword?” she asked. He raised an eyebrow. “Right. Stupid question.” She handed him a gun and hefted a sword, grinning in satisfaction at the weight. Dean checked his gun and grabbed a second one.

“Never know when another gun will come in handy.” He smirked, tucking it in the waistband of his pants. She snorted, shaking her head as they made their way outside. Nothing was out there. They glanced around. “So where is this sucker?”

“If this thing decided to go and try to find a meal somewhere else, the world better be prepared for a very cranky Slayer.”

“And we wouldn’t want that,” Dean said, amused. Buffy tossed a look over her shoulder but before she could say anything, something that Dean could describe only as big, smelly, and scaly leaped from the roof of the next building over.

Buffy moved in, swinging her sword and swearing when the demon jumped out of the way. Dean lifted his gun, waiting until the right moment before firing a couple of shots.

“What the hell is this thing?” he asked.

“No idea,” Buffy grunted, flipping backwards and then swiping her leg out. “But I’ve found that going for the head usually works.”

“Shoot it in the head?”

“Or the neck so that we can cut off the head.”

Dean ducked as the demon swung an arm out. “Sounds violent.” He grinned and punched it in the side, happy to knock it back a step. “I like it.”

One roundhouse and a front kick later and Buffy managed to stab the demon in the chest. She punched it in the jaw, pulling the sword out and dipping back to avoid the claw that swung out at her.

She spun out, sword slicing through the air. “How does a sword in the chest not work?” she muttered.

“Duck,” Dean called. Immediately Buffy dropped, listening as he fired two more shots. She didn’t hesitate, jumping up in the air and swinging her sword, slicing through the neck. They both watched as the head rolled a couple feet away.

“Ick.” Buffy wrinkled her nose and turned to go only to be stopped by the wall that was Dean’s chest. He dropped the gun, hands coming up to steady her. She glanced up and found him staring down at her, eyes intense. “We should probably get back inside,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded, one hand coming up to cup her cheek and slide back into her hair. “Probably,” he agreed, leaning down.

“Before they wonder where we are.” She tilted her head back, automatically pressing closer.

“Yeah,” was all he said before crashing their lips together, pushing her back against the wall.

She made a sound at the back of her throat, sword clanging to the ground as her hands went up to clutch at his shoulders. He pushed her up, slipping his hand under her leg so that she could wrap it around his waist. She pushed up on her toes, bringing her other leg up so that the only things holding her up were the wall and his body.

“Oh God,” she moaned as she felt exactly how hard he was.

“Tell me you’re on the pill or something,” he breathed, mouthing at her neck. Her head fell back, slamming into the wall. She barely felt it.

“No. Condom?”

“Not on me.” Dean’s frustration was evident as he held her against him. “Fuck it,” he growled, thrusting against her. Buffy gasped, her grip tightening.

She arched her back, pressing closer, breath coming faster at the feel of him rubbing against her through the denim.

He pushed her shirt up, holding it in place as he bent his head, licking along the edge of her bra. His tongue slipped beneath the material causing her hips to buck against his as her hands slid up into his hair. In response he closed his mouth over her breast, suckling her through her bra.

“Harder,” she said, pulling his face back up to hers. Their tongues tangled together, fighting for dominance of the kiss as she shoved her hands up the back of his shirt. His movements quickened, thrusting harder, driving her back into the wall. She hissed at the feel of the cement digging into her back and tightened her legs around him, moving to meet each thrust of his hips.

“I want to be inside you.” He grabbed hold of her hips, gripping hard enough that he knew that for tonight at least, there’d be bruises. “I want to know what it feels like to have you under me and wrapped around me.”

Buffy could do nothing more but moan in response as he flicked a thumb over her nipple. He pinched down lightly, tugging and sending a jolt of sensation from her nipple straight to her clit.

Dean pressed forward, pushing her higher, harder, as he bit down on her lower lip, thrusting his tongue past her lips.

Her mouth fell open, a strangled scream coming from her as her body tightened and pleasure seemed to just explode throughout her body. The rhythm of his thrusts became erratic as he felt himself getting closer and closer to release. Her breath was hot on his neck and she hummed lightly, tongue flicking out to taste the sweat gathering there.

It was all he needed as his body stiffened and he came against her, body pressing up and against her, hands squeezing her hips.

As their breath began to slow down, Dean pulled back slightly to stare down at her. The corner of his mouth tilted up in a half smile.

“You know we’re not going back in there, right?” he said. She smiled.

“Oh really? Why not?”

“Well, for one thing, I need new pants.” He glanced down pointedly and she laughed. “But the more important reason is I’m going to take you back to the hotel room and then, Princess, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll still be able to feel me inside you next week.”

Buffy’s laughter trailed off at that, eyes widening a bit. “Oh.”

He smirked. “Yeah. Oh.” He backed away, letting her legs fall from around him so that she was standing. “Now come on, we better hurry if we want to beat Sam and Faith to the room.”

She snorted. “And if they show up while we’re there?” she asked. He laughed, voice low.

“Then they’re going to get quite a show.”
 
 
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Raven: Dean and Buffyjaded_icy_rose on February 26th, 2008 12:31 am (UTC)
GUH.

...that is all that can be said honestly.

*praises*
Nicole: Maxim SMG = Hot. Yes.blue_icy_rose on February 26th, 2008 12:37 am (UTC)
Hee! Why thank you! *grins and then spins*
Charlottedharkapparition on February 26th, 2008 01:13 am (UTC)
Whew

I need a cold shower.
Nicole: Buffy/Dean - B & Wblue_icy_rose on February 26th, 2008 04:17 am (UTC)
Hee! My job here is done.

Thanks!
Angela: Dean Winchestermiss_faith_hope on February 26th, 2008 01:48 am (UTC)
OMFG that was quite the lil hot fic, you got there. I think I need a shower now.
Nicole: Amused Jensenblue_icy_rose on February 26th, 2008 04:20 am (UTC)
LOL! Why, thank you. *grins*
Kateslayerkate on February 26th, 2008 02:01 am (UTC)
I read this one before, and I still think it's great.

Now, who the hell do we have to beat up to get them to cast SMG and Jensen in a movie together?

Edited at 2008-02-26 02:01 am (UTC)
Nicole: Crossover OTPblue_icy_rose on February 26th, 2008 04:21 am (UTC)
Thanks!

Hmmm....we'll have to look into it! LOL
Nebula: buffy/deanauthoressnebula on February 26th, 2008 02:05 am (UTC)
I needed this after today. I SO needed this.

“He better not say a damn thing to either of them,” he muttered. He paused, realizing what he had said. “Not that there’s anything to tell.

BWAHAHA! Uh, I mean, poor Dean. *snickers*

She didn’t answer just began to dance, swaying to the beat and leaning into him when he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her back against him. She slid her hand down his arm until her hand met his, tangling their fingers together.

He pressed up against her back, taking their entwined hands and sliding them down her stomach. Buffy tilted her head back so that she could meet his eyes. Slowly, she smiled. “Hi,” she said.

Dean’s lips twitched. “Hi.”


WHY is this the cutest thing ever? Seriously! I love the image of them having a sweet moment, before...

“I, um, really hate to interrupt,” Xander said. “I mean really hate to because, well, it’s about damn time, but there’s a big demon outside that would eat me in seconds and Faith and Sam seemed to have disappeared into one of the back rooms and I am so not risking going in there.”

I love Xander. I love that Xander's a Buffy/Dean shipper. I love that he's a Sam/Faith shipper, but only outside the bedroom. BWAHAHA! *loves him*

“Now come on, we better hurry if we want to beat Sam and Faith to the room.”

She snorted. “And if they show up while we’re there?” she asked. He laughed, voice low.

“Then they’re going to get quite a show.”


*imagines the pretty foursome that's not quite as pretty as our foursome*

And you so know that if Sam and Faith showed up, that Sam would bitch about it, even though he and Faith were coming for some nookie too. *giggles*

You are fabulous. And this is very hot; are you TRYING to make sitting uncomfortable? Holy H girl.

You rock.

~Nebula
Nicole: Smoochies!blue_icy_rose on February 26th, 2008 04:33 am (UTC)
Glad to help anyway I can. ^_^ Even if it's just with fic. *nods and hugs*

SQUEEEEEE!!! QUOTAGE! LOTS OF IT! *beams*

Ahahaha, yes, Dean's got such problems...with denial, that is. *smirks* Silly boy.

Aw, yes! That's one of my favorite parts! :D I love the image of them just randomly saying hi to each other.

*gigglesnorts* Xander's a definite shipper. Not that he'll ever confirm this. But he is. Especially if he doesn't have to know about their sex lives.

HEE! No foursome is quite as pretty as ours. *nods*

Oh, Sam so would. And Faith would be like, "About time! Go, B!" or something. *grins*

\o/ Thank you, m'dear! *smooches you * MWAH!
shawty got flava like a peach lifesaver: btvs: buffy shoulder and haironly_passenger on February 26th, 2008 11:18 pm (UTC)
delicious. thanks for the hot read.
Nicole: Buffy/Dean - Fightersblue_icy_rose on March 1st, 2008 11:21 pm (UTC)
Thanks for reading! ^_^
softbluebuddysoftbluebuddy on April 2nd, 2008 06:19 am (UTC)
You popped my Buffy/Dean cherry.

That was nice and steamy. I'll definitely be back for more Buffy/Dean. Do you write them often?
Nicole: Buffy/Dean - B & Wblue_icy_rose on April 2nd, 2008 08:43 pm (UTC)
Really?? *grins* Wow! Yay me!

Thank you - I'm so glad that you liked this enough to consider reading more Buffy/Dean. And yes, I write them quite often. You can actually see all of my Buffy/Dean on LJ by clicking on my tag for them. :)