Neighbors

by Bre

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or parts of this storyline. They belong to the brains of The Whedon and The Kripke.
Rating: M/FR21 (strong sexual content)
Crossover: BtVS/SPN
Pairing: Buffy/Dean
Warning: Strong sexual content
Word Count: 2,949
Author's Notes: Using prompts from the dormant LJ Community 50_Smutlets. See the first story ("Damn Damned") for additional notes on this smutty series of ficlets. (Please keep in mind that I will tell you when a ficlet is in any way connected to another ficlet.)
Author's Notes 2: Thank you for the excellent response to this series! The reviews, follows and favorites really make my day!

Author's Notes 3: For the sake of this story, Buffy and Dean are human and know nothing about the supernatural world.

Prompt: 005 Rough

Summary: You never really know your neighbors… (Day 1 of TwistedShorts August 2013 challenge)

Buffy Summers heard the door opening behind her but she didn't turn around. Juggling her purse and her laptop bag with the bag from Nordstrom's containing her dress for the stupid office party that tomorrow, she had all her attention on getting the right key into the right lock so she could dump it all inside.

"Hey," she said over her shoulder, pushing the overflowing bag that was supposed to protect her dress but was probably wrinkling the hell out of it further up her wrist. She found the right key and slipped it into the lock.

"Whatever happened to chivalry?" she joked, looking behind her to see that her neighbor was just standing in his doorway, staring at her. Buffy frowned, shivering as he stared at her from under his brow and she shifted away from him minutely before swiftly twisting the key on the first lock. Buffy concentrated on getting the second key found as she said, "You okay there, Dean?"

He didn't respond. Buffy felt a deep tingle in her shoulder blades and she shifted her shoulders, wondering what the hell had gotten into him and what he was doing playing the creeper ball when his hand appeared over hers, grabbing the keys. Buffy gasped at the hot contact of his hand, almost dropping the dress bag as he found the key swiftly and inserted it into her deadbolt.

"Thanks," she breathed, turning to look at him where she felt him hovering as he turned the key, unlocking her front door, but she didn't get the chance as he brushed his face against the back of her neck, sending a shower of shivers down her spine. She let out a short breath, closing her eyes, leaning into the sturdy wood that was her front door as he pressed himself more fully against her, his body draping hers.

He inhaled deeply at the base of her neck, running his nose up along the back of it and Buffy found it hard to breathe when his lips found her earlobe and sucked it into his mouth.

"Dean, what are you doing?" Buffy managed to get out, letting her hand slip, the dress falling to the ground, followed by her laptop bag. The hand holding her keys left them dangling there as he braced himself on the doorjamb. Buffy jerked against him when he pressed his hips forward, his hard member pressing against her ass, through her pencil skirt. She gasped, closing her eyes, pressing her forehead into the wood. His other hand was on her hip and she felt him dip down, his hand sliding down her thigh, leaving behind a trail of tingles that had her panting before he slipped his fingers underneath the hem of her skirt and started pushing it up.

"Oh my god, we can't out here, people can see us," Buffy said, moving to shove his hand back down but he kept moving like he didn't even feel her trying to stop him.

"Don't care," Dean replied, pressing his face into the nape of her neck and Buffy whimpered, arching into his touch. She didn't realize what was happening, distracted by his lips, until his fingers slipped into her panties, shoving them aside to make room for his digits and she gasped in shock.

"Dean!"

"Shh," he whispered, his breathing heavy and even against her neck, chilling her heated skin and Buffy dug her nails into his wrist, feeling the pull and tug of his tendons as his fingers pushed past her puffy lips, then darted away. Buffy let out a long keel when he found her clit, dipping back down to her hot little slit and coming back up wet and juicy. She should be thinking how ridiculous it was that he just had to look at her and her panties were sopping but she didn't care. She enjoyed the absolute hell out of it.

"Buffy," he said softly against her skin, pressing his lips to her neck before biting down gently with his blunt teeth and Buffy moaned as quietly as she could, more than aware that they were still in the hallway. And that Dean had her pressed up against her door, his hand down her panties and she wasn't doing anything to stop it. Dean found her hard little nubbin, using her juices to rub it so gently and Buffy pressed her hips forward to meet him, thrusting shallowly against his hand.

"Oh god," Buffy groaned, throwing her head back when he pressed his hardness against her, his fingers moving faster. Maybe it was the excitement of being out in the open like this, maybe it was because of the way he had looked at her and what he was doing now or hell, she didn't know, but she felt her crisis approaching quickly, the heat and the erotic moment making everything seem hotter. "Dean…"

Dean grunted her name, leaning forward and thrusting two fingers into her and Buffy couldn't stop the sharp yelp at the intrusion. It didn't last.

Dean's hand was gone and he was spinning her around, shoving her back against her door, his mouth on hers. Buffy's cry drowned in his mouth, the hard wood painful against her back as he pressed her into it, but that didn't stop either of them. Dean's hands pushed her skirt up the rest of the way before lifting her, sliding her up the door. Buffy wound her legs around him eagerly, feeling one of her heels slip off as she let her purse fall to the ground.

She had no idea what had gotten into Dean Winchester and she really didn't care as his fingers dug painfully into her ribs, keeping her pinned, his mouth mauling hers. Buffy's fingers wound into his hair, tugging on it. He grunted against her lips before growling, his kisses getting harder, more demanding. One of his hands slid down her thigh, hooking under her knee and pressing it up against her chest before shoving his hard denim bulge into her center.

Buffy broke the kiss, panting heavily, her head falling back into the door with a dull thud as he thrust against her heat. Her panties were soaked through and everything was slick down there. He didn't relent, his mouth finding her throat, nipping and sucking. Buffy gripped his hair, tighter, finding it hard to breathe much less think as she opened her eyes, pulling his head back to capture his lips again.

The kiss was harder this time around, like he was trying to do more than leave his mark. Buffy couldn't have stopped herself if she wanted to as she pulled him closer, gripping his shirt in one fist, the other holding his hair.

The build he had started a moment before with his fingers was returning, his hips rotating against hers, the seam of his jeans pressing against her clit just right. Buffy pulled away again, gasping his name, but he pulled her back in for another kiss, unrelenting in his desires. He bit at her lips, their teeth clashing as she did the same, both fighting for dominance.

Buffy didn't hear the ding from the elevator to their left but Dean did, and he stopped moving completely, panting against her before glancing over. Buffy was about two steps behind him as he dropped her down to her feet, grabbing her keys and opening her door. Buffy could only imagine what she looked like as she turned to see what had him so spooked - spooked enough to stop - and saw the elevator doors opening.

"Oh," she said absently, blinking before leaning down to grab her shoe. Dean had already grabbed her bags and had shoved them into the kitchen before he came out for her, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her back into her apartment before slamming the door shut.

Buffy didn't have a chance in hell. Dean was ravenous. She wanted to ask what had gotten into him, what was going on, was he okay, but that would mean stopping and she really didn't want to. Do now, talk later.

Buffy remembered her foot tripping on the edge of the tile from only wearing one heel and Dean grabbing her, lifting her up again and letting her wrap herself around him. The apartment was dark save for the bare beginnings of the moonlight streaming through her windows but they didn't need the light. He had been over there often enough within the last few months since they had agreed that enjoying each other was better than denying the other because relationships were messy - the best sort of neighbor to have, it turned out - to know where he was going.

Buffy thought he was heading for her bedroom but he stopped short, kicking over one of her dining room chairs. It clattered angrily against the floor and Dean dropped Buffy on the table, knocking over the bowl of fruit and candles she kept on there. She didn't hear them hit the floor as his fingers found her panties, his nails scraping at her delicate skin as he pulled back enough to wrench them down her legs. Buffy sat up to take his shirt off, but Dean brushed her hands away. Instead his lips found hers again, his hands pushing up into her hair where he made fists in the long tendrils, holding her in place.

His skin felt hot against her palms where she held them over his chest and his heart was racing but Buffy didn't notice any of that. Instead her hands danced down to his jeans, quickly unbuckling his belt and moving on to the buttons, making quick work of them before sliding the zipper down. She shoved her hand into his pants, his member hard and hot against her fingers. Buffy moaned into his mouth, rubbing her palm against him and he mewled, thrusting his thick member into her hand.

Just as quickly, he broke off the kiss, wrenching her hand out and shoving his pants down. And then he was on her, pressing her back against table, sliding her towards him. The velvet head of his cock slid against her heat and Buffy moaned, cradling his shoulders against her, his tongue and lips massaging at her throat. He thrust into her, quick and hard, shoving the table a few centimeters on the tile before pulling back out and thrusting back in just as rough.

"Oh god!" Buffy shouted, her voice echoing back at her from the living room, his thick heat filling her to the brink before it disappeared and came back quickly. He pummeled into her, the table rocking beneath them. The sound of their skin slapping against each other bounced against the walls, the slick sound of his cock pressing in and out of her filling up the empty spots between her gasps and mewls, between his grunts and groaning her name.

Buffy felt the liquid heat in her belly growing rapidly as he angled himself, her clit roaring to life. Buffy arched against him, digging her nails into his shoulders as she felt his teeth against her ropy shoulder muscle. It only spurned her on, made everything hot, made it feel better. The room was becoming suffocating with heat as she every last ounce of her focus turned towards where he sawed in and out of her, the pleasure blooming there, the heaven that waited for them.

"Dean, please… please," Buffy chanted, not feeling the hard table beneath her or the way her skirt suddenly ripped up the side from his roving hands. She knew she would have bruises galore the next morning but she didn't feel any of it but the burning racing through her veins, all headed straight for her center. "Dean!"

He was there, his lips on hers, viciously kissing her until she had no breath left before he yanked back, pulling himself out of her hastily. The cry of loss from Buffy slipped from her lips as he pulled her off the table and turned her around, pushing her down. Buffy gripped the edges of the table, feeling his hands pushing her skirt and shirt up her hips and her back, his fingers hard and painful on her skin. Buffy gasped in longing need when he massaged the globes of her ass before he lifted her hips and thrust home.

Never in her life had she experienced anything like this. It was animalistic, primal… powerful and overwhelming as he plowed into her, his hands leaving prints on her hips, his skin hitting hers loudly. Buffy felt the pressure of her breasts on the table, the pain of holding on so tightly, but she didn't notice it at the same time. Nothing else mattered but the building, the heat turning into the painful burn in her center.

Dean leaned forward, his hand slipping around her and he found her clit. He rubbed it hard, his thrusts never stopping, and Buffy's cries filled the room, his name a mantra on her lips, before everything exploded.

Buffy shouted out, her body taut as she thrust back one last time, her orgasm ripping through her. It rocked through her body, setting everything on fire for a split second before getting sucked back to her center as Dean's thrusts got harder, wilder. His fingers didn't leave her clit and his jerky movements against her, thrusting in and out, kept the pressure and Buffy peaked again, yelping Dean's name as he came, thrusting into her as deeply as he could. He shot off into her, his hands holding her still as he rode out his pleasure, grunting her name, before collapsing against her back.

"Oh my god," Buffy breathed after a long moment, her face smushed against the table top, forcing her hands to let go of their death grip on the table edges. "Wow."

"Damn," Dean grunted, pushing himself off of her, slipping out. Buffy whimpered at the sensation of her sensitive folds being jostled as she tried to lift herself as well. Her arms were suddenly the cousins of spaghetti noodles and she let herself go, lying on the table. Thank the gods it was dark because she didn't want to know what mess they had created.

Buffy felt Dean's hands gently on her back, pressing into her muscles, massaging and Buffy let out a long sigh. He gripped her arms, urging her to turn over to face him and she twisted on the table, her thigh sliding through the big wet spot they had left. Dean took her hands, helping her sit up.

"That was…" she started and he interrupted her with a kiss, a long languid kiss that had her toes tingling. He leaned down, sliding his hands under her thighs and lifting her up.

Without another word, he carried her to the bedroom.

A dog howling outside her window woke her up.

Buffy groaned, turning away from the open window and the way-too-bright moonlight to face the opposite wall. Where she remembered leaving Dean to his slumber. Buffy cracked an eye open, looking around as she threw her arm out for him but he wasn't there. She frowned, pushing herself up on her elbow to check the time. It was a little after 11 p.m. They couldn't have fallen been asleep for more than an hour.

"Dean?" she called gently but there was no answer. Buffy closed her eyes, pushing her hand through her hair. She still had to get up and go get that stupid vegetable platter for the party tomorrow night. Stupid neighbor and his stupid amazing sex distracting her.

Buffy's thighs ached pleasantly and she felt the sticky remnants of the last few hours on her as she rolled out of bed, heading into the bathroom to check the damage.

She never saw it coming.

Buffy was walking down the street back towards her apartment from the local 24/7 grocer, balancing a few bags of vegetables that she knew nobody would ever eat, when it hit.

Something tackled her from behind, shoving her against the wall. Buffy opened her mouth to scream when whatever it was bit her on the back of her neck.

She blacked out.

Dean Winchester frowned when he saw his neighbor coming up the stairs the next morning, barely eight o'clock.

"Are you just getting home?"

Buffy sighed, shoving the loose strands from her ponytail out of her face. "Yeah."

"Where the hell have you been?"

And then he saw it. Buffy's sweatshirt slid down her back when she looked down at her keys and he saw the large bloody gauze wrapped around her neck.

"Jesus Christ, what the hell happened to you?" he demanded, pushing her sweatshirt further down to get a look. Buffy shrugged tiredly, letting him look.

"I don't know. I got… jumped last night, or mugged, I don't know, but whatever it was bit me."

"You were bit? By what?"

"That is a fine question," she replied tiredly, leaning into his touch. "I just got back from the ER. They didn't know. It didn't hit anything major, but they gave me a bundle of the fun pills and a rabies shot."

Dean ignored the urge to say, 'You should have fucking called me' or 'Where's the fucker that did this?' Instead, after a long pause, he said, "You're staying home?"

"Probably for a few hours, then I'll go in."

"Well, I'll stay with you."

"You don't have to."

"Shut up, I want to."

"You sure didn't want to last night," Buffy said, enough in her to tease him and Dean frowned at her.

"I don't really remember much of last night…"

The End

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