Fancy meeting you tonight
Author: Santos J. Black
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the vampire slayer or Alias
Crossover: Buffy/Alias
Summary: Questions are answered, some other things happen….
Timeline: in Buffy after chosen (the comics do not count) and in Alias somewhere in season 2
Pairings: Buffy/Sark
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Note: I had this on too but it got taken down for my grammar problems… to thx to those that got to review there too. Any takers as beta's?
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"You were this close to getting your ass kicked," Buffy said as she looked up at Julian as she put her chin on his chest. He just looked down at her, a cocky smile on place as he ran his hand on her hair.
"By you?" He chuckled as she leaned into his touch, her hazel eyes closed as she placed a kiss on his palm "Or by agent Bristow?"
Her hazel eyes looked into his icy blue ones, before she rolled them "By both I believe."
He just grinned at her before pulling her closer, their bodies being as close as it was physically possible while still clothed. He had finally found her tonight, and he was sure as hell not letting her go.
It had been a great shock to him to see her again, not that he hadn't been looking. He had been so overwhelmed that he had practically forgotten that the CIA was behind him, so he had practically attacked the man that had been dancing with her; if he could call THAT dancing.
Her reaction had been put on hold when he slammed his lips on hers, in the heat of the moment she had forgotten what had happened for a few seconds… before it came rushing back with the force of a knee to his stomach that had almost sent him to the floor in pain. She had the decency of feeling half bad for it, hence the 'almost' of his tale, she had grabbed him and hugged him as he tried to recover from it.
"Stupid British guy," she had muttered as she ran her hands over his blond curls as he took big gulps of air as the pain started to fade away. Her arms had moved to be around his waist, and he had hugged her to him, inhaling the scent of her that had been driving mad for the last months.
"Oh bloody hell," he had whispered almost in her ear, reaction that made her burst in a fit of giggles. He had pulled away to look at her with a quizzical look, to what she had only put a hand on his cheek and gently stood on her tiptoes to kiss him.
"As much as I'm liking this," he had said just as her lips parted from his, "There are some people that would rather see me in a cell than here with you," he had looked over his shoulder then, to then move and grave her hand to start dragging her out of the posh club, "So I think we should call this night short."
She looked at where he had been looking, only to see both the Americans she had helped get to the club from her hotel trying to made their way through the huge crowd. "Friends of yours?" She asked as she started to drag him now in the direction of one of the emergency exits.
"The best," he had answered sarcastically just before the cold air of the Mexican night hit him. She had then stopped, turned and slammed him into the wall kissing him hard and quick just before parting and continuing to drag him away from the club.
That had been how he had ended up at her bed, since both had ended up on the same conclusion, they had always been too far away to recognize her and they would never look for him there.
"Can I have your name now?" She smiled as she rested on her arm as they laid side by side in the dark.
"Ohh I don't know," she smirked as she felt him move his arms so he was circling her waist with them.
"Top secret?" he asked, she shivered as she felt his breath on her ear as he had whispered to her. Her hands moved to his hair, how she loved the feeling of his soft curls as she ran her hands through them.
"Maybe," she tried not to moan as he started kissing her neck, his lips lingering without real reason over the sensitive spot where Angel had left his mark all those years ago.
"Buffy," she breathed out, making him stop in his movement to what in the dark she could only guess was gaze to her eyes.
"Buffy," he said as if tasting it, his arms tightening around her as if he had felt her emotions, "Buffy," he said again more softly, almost a whisper. "Buffy!" both jumped from the bed, Julian bringing her closer to him as if trying to protect her as someone yelled her name just outside the room.
Buffy groaned as she rested her forehead on Julian's chest, to what he only rested his head against. "Friends of yours?" he whispered to her ear as the yelling and banging on the door continued. She rolled her eyes and swat him on the chest with more force than necessary as she saw moved back and saw him smirking, "Shut up."