Downtime
"Are you definitely sure you don't wanna come with us?" a worried Sam asked Dean for the millionth time – that morning.
Faith rolled her eyes at his distress as she loaded his bags and hers into the back of the Impala. Had Sam never met his brother or Buffy before?
"Dude," Dean answered, his voice reassuring. "exploring crusty old mansions may be your idea of a kick ass weekend, but it just sounds geektastic to me. Trust me, I'm more than happy to let you two nerds go off and look for imaginary ghosts while me and Buffy hang back here and handle the case."
"Hey, I'm no nerd, Winchester!" Faith protested, circling back around the car to join them. "I just have brain cells, unlike you. And interests other than drinking and shooting."
Dean snorted good naturedly.
"Oh hey, thanks again for letting us take the car," Sam commented.
Dean shrugged. "No problem. Just don't damage her."
"I won't."
"Seriously. She comes back with even a scratch on her hot little body and I will be forced to maim you." Dean was only slightly less bothered about lending his car to Faith and Sam than he was letting on. Truth be told, he would have given them just about anything to score these precious few days alone with Buffy.
"You guys all ready to go?" Buffy queried as she approached the threesome from the motel room.
"Sure are," Faith replied, her eyes shining with what looked suspiciously like excitement. Buffy shook her head. She'd never understand that girl. Never.
"Well, have fun. I'm sure it'll be a blast."
"Could you try sounding just a little more sarcastic?"
"I'm sorry, it's just..."
"Not your thing?" Faith finished for her.
"Exactly."
"Your loss, angel-puss." She leaned forwards and gave Buffy a quick hug. "See you in a few days."
Standing side by side, Buffy and Dean watched with beating hearts as Sam climbed into the driver's seat. Excitement bubbled up inside their chests as the car slowly disappeared down the road. Once it had completely vanished, an excited Dean span around and hoisted Buffy up and over his shoulder, chuckling at her outraged squeak of surprise.
"Dean Winchester, what on earth do you think you're doing?" she demanded kicking out her legs and trying hard not to laugh.
"I-" he began, slapping her ass heartily. "-am taking you back inside that oh so romantic motel room, and once inside, am gonna give you some proper Dean Winchester sexin'." He beat on his chest with his spare fist. "Caveman style!"
Buffy giggled and allowed him to carry her into the motel room and slam the door shut behind him. Once he'd let her down, she backed him up against the door and wrapped her arms around his neck, glancing up at him through seductive, hooded eyes. "I can't believe we have a whole two and half days alone together. It's like heaven."
"It's gonna be like naked heaven," he agreed, pushing her body forwards with his own towards the bed.
The back of her knees hit the bed frame and with an 'oomph', she fell onto her back, a horny Dean landing directly on top of her. "And what exactly do you plan on spending the next two and a half days of naked heaven doing, Mr Caveman?"
"Well, for starters, I plan on putting this..." He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows as he clasped her hand in his and rubbed it over his large, very prominent, jeans clad erection. "...in here..." He thrust hard against her crotch. "And not taking it out for pretty much the entire time."
She gasped in faux surprise. "But what if it drops off?"
"Then it gets to die in its very favourite place."
Her chuckle was cut smartly off by Dean's lips, as he ravaged hers with a ferocious force. He plundered his tongue into her mouth, and she moaned in pleasure, having gone without more than a quick, sneaky peck for the past couple of days. Gripping at the bottom of his t-shirt, she bunched the material in her fists and slid it up over his body. Neither were happy as they were forced to stop kissing for a whole second and a half as she brought it over his head.
"Love this dress," Dean admitted around her lips, once the kissing had gladly been resumed. He smoothed his hands over the flimsy, peach coloured fabric, having no idea that she'd only worn it for him.
"I'll bet you a buck you like what's underneath even more."
He growled at the challenge and sat up on his knees, lifting her to straddle him. Slowly, he pulled the dress up over her thighs, her waist, her arms, her head. He whistled as he threw it to the floor, a lot less interested in the garment now that she wasn't in it. "Have you been naked under there the whole day?" he breathed.
"I didn't want anything slowing us down once we were finally alone."
"So...at any point today, I could have done...this?" He traced the tips of his fingers between her breasts and down her belly, fascinated with the way a crop of goosebumps would appear the moment his fingertips passed by. He continued his self made pathway through her light crop of curls and onto her damp centre.
Buffy bucked, even at such a light touch. The past couple of days being barely able to touch one another without the fear of someone catching them were clearly a couple of days too much.
"And-" Dean continued. "-I could have done this..." He slid one finger inside of her, delighted to find that she was already wet for him.
She threw her head back and moaned deliciously, exposing the soft skin of her neck to Dean's hungry mouth. He placed wet, open mouthed kisses down the column of her throat, smiling when he felt her shiver.
Suddenly, she pushed forwards, pinning Dean onto the bed with the length of her body. "Pants off," she commanded. "Now."
He was only too happy to oblige. "Yes, ma'am!" With one hand he reached down and yanked off his belt, and allowed Buffy to help him pull off his jeans.
Once he was completely nude – she wasn't the only one who liked to go commando – he rolled them over so that she was underneath him once again. As much as he liked her displays of control, he needed to feel her under him this time. Slowly, he began to descend down her body, but was stopped when she gripped her fingers through his hair to pull him back up.
"There'll be plenty of time for foreplay later," she announced. "Right now I just need you in me."
If Dean hadn't already been harder than rock, her words definitely would have done the trick. There was nothing in the world like the girl of your dreams telling you she needed you. Within seconds, he was over her once again, his penis hovering tantalizingly just over her entrance. "Oh God, baby, you have no idea how much I've missed this."
In reply, she wrapped her legs tightly around his butt and took his member into her hand, guiding it into where they were both so desperate to have it. Both sighed with pleasure and that strange 'coming home' kind of feeling that neither had ever really experienced before.
Dean stilled for a moment, giving them both time to adjust to the feel. But Buffy had no interest in taking time to adjust. She wanted it now. Hard, rough, and maybe even just the slightest bit painful, and that was exactly what she whispered in his ear.
His eyes rolled into the back of his head, a combination of the hottest thing anyone had ever said to him and the feel of her breath hitting his ear. More than happy to do as she commanded, he sat back up on his knees and grasped her ankles, bringing them to rest over his shoulders as he pounded madly into her.
"Oh hell, yeah!" Buffy cried, feeling her toes curl at his powerful movements. She reached back her arms to clasp at the headboard. "Faster!"
Dean did as he was told. He moved faster, wilder, out of control. His mind went blank and he was forced to let his body take over. It was a feeling he'd never before experienced, and later – once his brain had started to re-function – he'd wonder to himself why he'd ever wasted his time on other women when he could have been waiting for this, for Buffy. Perfection, right here, all bunched up into one little woman.
Buffy smiled and all but purred blissfully as she lay entangled with Dean some time later, pondering over how things couldn't have turned out more perfectly if she'd tried.
She'd only been joking when she'd pointed out the 'haunted castle' tour she'd come across on the internet to Sam and suggested that it was something right up his alley. She hadn't expected him to actually be interested in the thing, and she'd definitely not expected Faith to be just as curious.
Dean had not been amused, and had adamantly refused to be dragged around some dusty old pile of bricks, but after Buffy had had a secret whisper in his ear, he'd conveniently found a job a half a day's drive away, and had suggested that he and Buffy take it whilst Sam and Faith have a fun weekend off. Buffy had silently thought that offering them the use of his Impala was pushing it just a little too far, and was honestly baffled by how the two hadn't caught on.
But they hadn't. And they'd left, for one whole, entire weekend.
And Buffy and Dean were left behind. Together. There was nothing more perfect in the world.
The job was finished easily and quickly enough. Wanting to spend the next couple of days focusing on just themselves and their relationship, they dedicated their first entire night alone to solving it. It appeared that thick patches of ice were mysteriously appearing on a stretch of road, causing all who drove by to spin and crash fatally.
A slice of research here, and the discovery of a covered up murder there, mixed in with a dash of ghostly badness and a spoonful of bone burning, and the case was solved and all wrapped up. One of the easy ones, they agreed happily.
In true celebratory style, Dean ignored his weariness and took Buffy out to a club that night. Desperate to see her smiling, he even agreed to dance. Of course, being able to put his arms around her and grind up against her in front of actual people may have had something to do with his willingness.
Hell, he'd even fully enjoyed sending the guy at the bar shooting Buffy an admiring look a warning scowl, silently sending him the message in the way men did that she was his girl, his territory.
And then it was back onto the dance floor, where he'd been able to run his hands over her waist and grab her butt and kiss her like a horny teenager.
As they'd left, he'd held her hand as they were walking down the street. He'd held her hand. Her frikkin' hand!And it had been his move.
A little while later, as he'd taken her up against a tree near the back of the motel, it occurred to him that he wasn't quite sure he'd ever be ready for Faith and Sam to return, ever be ready to go back to the secrecy.
"You look real pretty today," Dean told Buffy, as he clasped her hands in his across the diner table. He leaned forwards and placed a light kiss on her lips.
Buffy blushed at the compliment and glanced down at the flowery dress he'd insisted on buying her after he'd caught her checking it out in a shop window as they strolled by that morning. "Thank you," she answered. "You know, you're being very soppy today."
He looked ashamed of himself. "I know. I can't help it."
"I think maybe you like me a little bit," she teased in a sing song voice. "Deany likes Buffy!"
Squeezing her hands tightly, he swallowed hard and looked at her nervously. "I think maybe Deany likes Buffy a lot."
She would have asked him to elaborate, but the waitress chose that exact annoying moment to swoop down upon them with their lunch. "Oh!" she gushed, spotting their joined hands. "Aren't you pair just the cutest thing?! Have you been together long?"
"We were high school sweethearts," Dean lied, before Buffy could reply. "Buffy here was Little Miss Prom Queen and I was no more than a humble trouble maker. But the moment our eyes met across the lunch room...well, that was it for me. I cleaned up my act and haven't let her go since."
The old waitress gasped in pleasure at such a romantic tale and put a hand to her heart. "Oh my, oh my. Just like those movies my granddaughter loves! And you've been together ever since?"
"Now I have her," Dean expressed, entirely sincere. "I don't plan on ever letting her go."
Almost in tears, the waitress finally left them their food and bustled away, nattering about young love and happy endings.
Buffy shook her head and smiled. "You are so bad."
He shrugged in reply, only allowing her to take back one of her hands to pick up her fork to eat. "I guess I'm just enjoying not having to hide us from everyone for once." He picked up his own fork. "Besides, it was that or the real story. And I don't think she'd have been so impressed with 'I helped her burn up a demon'.
Throughout the rest of the day, Dean continued to spin more and more stories about how he and Buffy had met when they talked to random, curious people. Buffy could only laugh and shake her head when the stories got more and more outrageous each time he'd tell them.
It was nice to see him have so much fun, and it was even nicer to see him smile. And it gave her just the warmest feeling to know that she was the cause of his smiles.
Much later that night, after he'd shown her once again just what Dean Winchester style lovin' was all about, Dean lay on his side, his head resting on his fist as he watched a very content looking Buffy sleep. He knew exactly how she was feeling. It had been a very long time since he'd felt this relaxed, this peaceful.
He smiled as she shifted. She lay on her stomach, her head on her outstretched arms and her hair wildly tousled from their earlier activities. The thin bed sheet fell across her back, and he tugged on it a little so that one of her perfectly rounded butt cheeks became exposed.
With a happy little sigh, he traced one, inquisitive finger up the smooth skin of her spine, watching closely as it bobbled over the little ridges.
God, he was so damned happy! But there was also the slightest tinge of guilt gnawing away at his insides, casting a dark shine over everything they did together. Because he knew. He knew that he could never give Buffy any of the things that she truly needed, that she deserved. He'd never be good enough for her. He knew that, and yet he was just too selfish to let her go.
So what kind of a man did that make him?
Though they tried their hardest to hide it, both Buffy and Dean were close to devastated when Sam and Faith finally returned 'home' from their haunted castle tour, armed with excited stories about an actual ghost and a near death experience.
In fact, only an hour had passed in their company and Dean was so desperate to be able to touch Buffy once more that he offered his and her services in dinner collection duty, as Sam and Faith had had a 'long drive home' and 'must just be real tired'.
"I just don't get why!" he grunted to Buffy as they carried the take-out back towards the motel. "Why can't we tell them we're together now? Then we won't have to hide all the time and sneak about and I could actually get to touch you every once in a while without having to make up some stupid excuse to be alone with you."
Buffy sighed, tired of having the same argument over and over. "You know why we can't tell them."
"Let me guess, you're gonna use the Faith card on me again?"
"Yes! God, Dean! We've been over this like a million times already!"
"I know, and I'm getting tired of hearing the same old excuses. Because what we've been over is the fact that there hasn't been squat going on with me and Faith for freakin' ever! I want to tell people about us, Buffy, I want to tell everyone." He rubbed a frustrated hand through his hair. "And yes, I am fully aware of what a complete woman I sound like right now, okay? Man, see what you do to me?"
"You don't know Faith like I do. Just because you guys aren't together any more doesn't mean she doesn't still see you as hers."
"Well that's just about the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. I'm not her possession."
"I know it's dumb, but it's just the way her mind works. And...Faith and I have this bond."
"The slayer thing, right?"
"Yeah. We're the only two left who were chosen. It means something. We know more about what it's like to be each other than anyone."
Dean sighed heavily and stopped walking, touching her elbow to halt her too. He took the bags of food from her hands and placed them on a nearby wall, before turning back to face her and grasping her cheeks between his two rough hands. "You," he mumbled. "are too much of a good person. Better than me, better than Faith. And I'm sorry, okay. I really am. I just get...impatient, sometimes. Especially after the amazing weekend we just had. I just want you to know...I'm in this, yeah? Whatever it is me and you have, I'm in it. And I guess that for the first time in my dumb-ass life, I'm actually excited about something. About you, us. And I wanna tell people. I wanna shout it from the freakin' rooftops. But I'll wait. I'll wait until you're ready, okay?"
She reached up on her tiptoes and placed a gentle kiss on his jaw in gratitude. "Thank you. That means a lot to me."
He smiled ruefully and pressed his nose against hers, squashing them both. "But just so you know, one day, Ido want to tell people. Everyone. One day that's not too far away."
Buffy nodded her agreement. "Me too. I just...need to talk to Faith. And I will. Soon. I promise."
"Okay then." He picked the bags of food back up off the wall and put his arm around her shoulders – revelling in the last few moment they'd have together for who knew how long – and continued walking back towards the motel, deep in thought.
He'd meant what he said – every word of it. He wanted people to know about them. The people who mattered, at least, like Sam and Faith. Because although he'd never say it out loud for fear of sounding like a complete mush, he was beginning to imagine. For the first time ever, he was really allowing himself to imagine. Imagine what life would be like once they'd found their dad and killed the demon.
He was imagining his future. Their future. A future belonging to him and Buffy. Together. And man did that feel good.
