Title: Let the Black Waves Roll
Author: Jmaria
Rating: FR-15
Disclaimer: I do not own: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and the Dark-Hunters (Glee or Supernatural)
Summary: This is what happens when a Watcher of average abilities is forced into tight quarters with a Bear who's faced numerous heartaches. Sanctuary will never be the same.
Words: 1796
A/N: The chapters are going to start jumping forward in time soon. (Mainly to play catch-up to where the two of them have migrated to in Resurrected Our Thoughts). Other fandoms will eventually be trickled in, namely: Glee, The Sarah Jane Adventures, Supernatural, and Torchwood.

Let the Black Waves Roll
Misguided Adventurous Streaks

Kit let her head hit the table. Doing shots with Connor - who wasn't even fazed after ten, the bastard - and Carlos had not been the brightest idea. She watched them argue about something totally beyond her scope of understanding, half her attention on the bar. Idiotically hoping that he would step back through the doors and just glower at her. Cause he wasn't touching her with a ten foot pole. Hmm. Was it really that - bad Kit. She shook her head, her brow crinkling as she ended up wiping her face in a liquid that she couldn't readily identify.

She was going to stop wallowing in her pity party. Her boys - her crazy ass boys were in town. She pushed her head up off the table and frowned at the lack of male attention she was getting.

"Why aren't one of you dancing with me?" Kit growled at them.

"And she's conscious again," Carlos snorted.

"Trejo, I know you can shake that ass, so why aren't we?"

"Do you remember nothing of the Rona debacle?"

"Yeah, but I'm not out to fuck you, so you're safe," Kit rolled her eyes. Or she tried to, anyway. Before she made herself insanely dizzy. "

"I'm feeling supremely masculine now, Kit. Thanks a bunch," Carlos shook his head at her.

"Douchebag!" Kit smacked at his arm and glared at Connor. "What's your excuse?"

"I just got rid of my death wish, Kit," Connor laughed. "I'm not that eager to renew it by baiting the bear."

"What if I promise not to seduce you with my wily ways in exchange for a dance?" Kit pouted.

"Are you reverting back to your hooker days?" Carlos frowned at her.

"I'm sorry, Kit had Hooker Days?" Aimee pulled up abruptly as she set the boys' next round down.

"I get hit with one whammy-come-as-you-aren't spell and now everyone says I'm a hooker!" Kit glared at Carlos. "Which was completely your fault, you two-bit majicks-casting bastard. Now, I demand a dance!"

"Fine," Connor shook his head as Aimee pestered Carlos for the full story. "Remember she's mated and a bear, Trejo."

"I'm not dating girls who can break me any more, Connor," Carlos flipped him off.

"So you're never dating any female ever again?" Connor smirked at him.

"No more Spike time for you, now dance!" Kit tugged on his arm.

She couldn't really follow whatever was being sung, but it had a catchy beat, and Kit rolled her hips in time to the bass. Connor was keeping her upright, his hand clasped on her hip from behind. She wished it was Remi, but he'd only ever glowered at her when she'd wanted to dance before. Selfish bastard. That was why she gained those last damn five pounds. The food was excellent and Remi wouldn't help her dance the damn pounds away.

Her hips took on a more sensual grind as the thoughts of Remi poured through her mind. God. She was such an idiot over the bastard. And he wouldn't touch her. He'd flirt, every once in a while until he caught himself doing it. Then he'd go all cold and mean on her. It wasn't fair! Dawn was getting regular sex now from Winchester. Carlos had at least had Rona lately. Sure, they'd said they hadn't hooked up again, but Carlos couldn't lie to save his life. Plus, she'd so caught him sneaking out of Rona's room last Thanksgiving. Both her besties had fuck-buddies. Why couldn't she?

"I think you're trying to get me killed, Kit," Connor's warm breath skated over her ear. And it would have turned her on, had he actually been a six-foot something bear with a bad attitude. But he was Connor, so he didn't. Damn.

"Oh, but what a way to go!" Kit glanced back at him, forcing a flirty wink that wouldn't have fooled anyone, Connor included. "Besides, who could I make jealous anyway?"

Then Connor did something very odd. He pulled her back against him, grinding with her. It wasn't like he was fooling anyone - he wasn't aroused by her, she could tell. His hand slipped up her ribcage, hovering just below her breasts. His other hand slipped into the belt loop of her jeans, rubbing in the fact that he wasn't attracted to her even more. Way to go, Connor, make me feel even more pathetic and fugly, she shook her head, getting ready to say the words out loud.

"Go with it, Holburn," Connor whispered against her ear, biting down lightly on it.

"Did you just bite me?" Kit whirled her head back to try and figure out what he was up to.

"Family trait," Connor shrugged. "Five. Four. Three -"

"What are you doin'?" Kit must be drunker than she thought, because he'd totally lost her.

"Thank me for it later, Kit," Connor's hands suddenly slipped away from her, knocking her off balance for a second. She wobbled forward, hips still swaying out of habit. She braced her hands in front of her even as her brain screamed, Do you want broken wrists, you idiot? Then there was a shoulder in her view. And then her feet were leaving the ground, and it felt like there was a furnace under her stomach. But all Kit could focus on was the amazing ass not two feet away from her face. Surely, she'd hit her head.

Remi had seen red when he'd sacked up and returned to the bar around one. He'd expected Kit to be in her booth as she often was, not having sex on the dance floor with the damned girly looking boy. And that little fucker had smirked at Remi and had pulled Kit against him. Aimee had been laughing with Fang, talking about Kit's hooker days - whatever the fuck that meant - when the little prink had set his teeth to Kit's ear.

Remi had slammed through the thinning crowd and had practically snarled at Connor. The little bastard had stepped back so fast that Kit had been left defenseless. She wobbled forward and the next thing he knew, Remi had her up on his broad shoulder. She made a little noise as he spun around and marched her out of the bar. He was gonna kill her if she puked on him. He stalked into his room and dragged her down his front. Hadn't been the smartest idea he'd had in a while.

She'd shed her top layer, leaving her in a skintight tee that was thin enough to see the outline of her bra through. The image of her swaying hips was on replay in his head, and he'd gone hard at the sight of her much less the feel. Gods damn it. Her head lolled against his chest, her warm breath skating across his flesh evenly. A little too damn evenly.

Kit had fallen the fuck asleep against his shoulder. Now. When all he wanted to do was finally give them both a little damn satisfaction.

"Fuck," he growled.

Kit slapped at her phone for the fourth time since she'd left the bar. How she'd left the bar was still a bit hazy. Never going shot for shot with Connor ever again, she' texted Carlos, who was complaining about her girls for some reason.

Tossing the phone back down on the ginormous bed, Kit laced her fingers together and stretched them up and over her head. Her back arched off the mattress as she worked out all the kinks that waking up curled up in a tiny ball had given her. A sound from the door had her head jerking up. Dear God in heaven, she was having a wet dream. Her eyes watered at the perfection in front of her.

"What the hell were you thinking, Holburn?" Remi growled from the bathroom doorway, droplets of water still running down his absolutely delicious looking chest.

"That booze was the nectar of the gods?" Kit swiped blurrily at her eyes. Shit, that hadn't been the smartest idea ever. Black eyeliner now smeared across her fingers and most likely her face. And his pillow. She'd spent the night in Remi Peltier's bed - doing absolutely nothing dirty at all. Son of a bitch.

"And if your slayers needed you last night? You give them any thought when you were tying one off?"

"Okay, first off, that is a hell of an old saying. Who says that any more? And b, my slayers can bench press a Fiat. Each. Plus, they had the night off. I got a text at midnight saying they were back home. Lisa and Mandy were kicking out drunk college boys when I called them back at four."

Remi glared at her, stepping into the room and shutting the door behind him. He wasn't going to intimidate her. She might have gotten shit-faced for the first time since her own stupid college days, but she'd handled her shit and had checked up on her girls. Sure, some of the texts might have been slightly hard to translate, but she'd still checked in on them. Plus, Carlos had sent her back-up texts when he and Connor had gotten to the house. She'd even had a mumbled conversation with Connor.

"And it's not like I'm not in a safe place. I'm in your fucking bed, Peltier. And God knows, nothing unsafe has happened here since Dev and Sam got their fucking freak on," Kit leaned back as Remi stalked closer, his face a pretty frightening reminder of why one did not poke a fucking bear. But he'd really pissed her off, calling her actions into question. "So thanks for the cock-blocking I didn't need."

"Sugar, you do that all on your own," Remi snarled at her.

She would not fucking tear up at that. But it stung like a bitch. Great, now she had confirmation that she didn't get two of the better looking men in her life aroused. She lowered her head and gave a disgusted shake.

"Then let me get my nasty ass out of your way, Peltier," Kit glared at him, and shoved back the sheets. Sun was up, so she was relatively safe out on the streets. Safer than her heart was in this room with an inconsiderate ass bear. "Don't bother seeing me out, I think I know the walk of shame from here pretty well by now."

She could take pride in the fact that she neither bolted out the door, tripped over her feet or burst into tears in front of him. She snagged her jacket from beside the door and stepped out into the sunshine. The only one who saw her cry was Carlos when he'd opened the door for her.