A/N: I do not own these characters, I just ship them like fed-ex.
This is going to be where I post my random Buffy x Dean ONESHOTS. I will gladly be taking prompts from anyone, don't worry I don't bite! :)
This one is just a fluffy birthday ONESHOT that I wrote in ten minutes. Enjoy...
The warm morning sunlight drifts through the curtains of the bedroom and Buffy buries her head deeper into her boyfriend's bare chest. His strong arms wrap around Buffy's waist and pull her tightly against him.
"Morning." Dean yawns raising his head off his pillow, and looking down at Buffy. His face splits into a full-blown smile as he takes her in. She had serious bed-head, or as Dean likes to call it sex-hair, and her eyes are tightly shut.
"No." She groans, turning her head so that her chin is resting on Dean's chest. She pouts at him and Dean kisses her nose, causing her to chuckle as his stubble brushes her skin.
"Why no?" Dean asks, taking one arm away from Buffy to tuck under his head so that he could see her properly without straining his neck.
"Because, morning means that we have to get up and do stuff. But I just want to lay in bed and not do stuff." Buffy answers, sighing loudly. "Why does my birthday have to come round every year?" She frowns as she makes circles on Dean's chest and arms with her hand.
"I'm sorry to tell you this babe, but birthdays always come once a year. That's the whole point." Dean says, smirking at her. Buffy slaps his arm playfully and smiles at him.
"I know that. It's just my birthdays never end well. Okay, remember that time Sam got poisoned, or when Willow broke her leg? Or when Angel decided to pop in out of the blue and you shot him, twice?"
"Hey! That was completely his fault." Dean cuts in, defending himself. Buffy chuckles at him and raises her eyebrow at him. "Well, maybe the second one wasn't an accident. I was only trying to work out if my new gun was working." He says innocently, giving Buffy his adorable grin. She grins back at him, then sighs.
"But my birthday always sucks." She whines.
"What about the time Bobby got us tickets to that ice-thing that you really wanted to go to but the tickets sold out? Huh?" Dean asks. "That was a pretty awesome birthday. Or after Willow broke her leg, both of you and Dawnie went to a spa? Or last birthday when Sam and I got you that double headed axe that you really wanted? And then you made everyone wear formal wear and we danced in our living room until four in the morning?" Dean says smugly.
"Alright fine. Some of my birthdays have been pretty good." Buffy says half-smiling at Dean. "But I just wanted to spend the day, here. In bed with you." She says licking her lips and sliding her hand up Dean's chest. "But seeing as Sam and Dawn have organized a big party for me, we have to get up." Buffy says jumping out of bed and smirking at Dean's hopeful expression turn into unhappy. He rises slowly off the bed and walks over to where Buffy is standing.
"Don't you want your birthday present from me?" He whispers in her ear seductively and Buffy breath quickens. Dean leans down and kisses her, Buffy responding immediately. Suddenly the door bell rings and Buffy hears her friends outside ready to help decorate her house with birthday stuff for the party later that day.
"Damn it." Dean says pulling away and tugging on a shirt.
"We'll finish this conversation later." Buffy replies winking at him and Dean's face lights up. Buffy goes to leave the bed room when Dean grabs her arm and pulls her back into his embrace.
"Happy Birthday Buffy." He says, leaning down and kissing her again.