Chapter 3

"What the fuck are you wearing?" Dean exclaimed when Buffy came down the stairs an hour and a half later.

"Well, I think they're called clothes, Dad" she said, while inspecting her white lace halter top and jean mini skirt.

"The hell they are. I think they have to have more material than lingerie to be considered clothes. You can't wear that, go change, and you better be wearing pants when you come back down" he ordered.

Buffy was about to protest and show Dean just how much she had changed over the past 3 years, but thought of a better alternative to bitching him out.

A half an hour later, Buffy again came down the stairs, wearing pants, as requested.

Dean's jaw dropped. Sure, he was used to being surrounded by gorgeous girls, I mean, c'mon, it was him, but Buffy was an entirely different story. She was wearing skin tight black leather pants and a see-through black shirt showcasing exactly how much she loved pretty lingerie. The pants showed off her tight ass, which he had a chance to see for himself when she bent over to put on her 3 inch stiletto boots. Her eyes were smoky, and her lips made to look even more full that usual.

She sauntered up to him, stopping so her lips were only inches away from his. She slowly trailed a hand down his chest, and he could feel the heat radiating from her palm, as well as the puffs of air that were hitting his lips.

"I don't know what you expected I'd be like after you left, but I'm not the same girl, so get used to it". A beat skipped and she moved her head to the side, so her lips were touching his ear. "I've got muscles you haven't even dreamed of" she purred in his ear.

He roughly grabbed her by the arms and pulled her flush against him.

"I think you're forgetting who you're dealing with, princess" he practically growled. His body was tense, and she could feel all his muscles practically vibrating with energy.

And just like that, Buffy snapped out of it and stepped out of his embrace. She had no idea why she had thought it was a good idea to do that. All she wanted was to show him that she had grown up, but that was really not a good idea.

All the feelings that she had suppressed when he had left were rapidly rising to the surface. Sure, she had a tiny crush on him from the day she met him, but besides the fact that there was a 7 year age difference, he never thought about her like that.

Over the year they spent together, she had gotten over her innocent crush and just been happy that he was basically giving her a makeshift family. But her thoughts a moment ago had been far from innocent. Oh well, she would just ignore it. I mean, Dean was practically her big brother. Yeah, that's right Buff, live in Denialonia.