Fic: Ease Up, Prompt: Lust, Pairing: Buffy/Dean Winchester
Title: Ease Up
Author: Ava
Prompt: #4 Lust
Rating: FR21
Word Count: 1,716
Pairing: Buffy/Dean Winchester
Disclaimer: I own nada. Zilch. Zip.
He found himself in the emergency room of one of Cleveland’s many hospitals and sitting across from a petite blonde that he shared more than a few things in common with. An officer of the law had happened upon the stranded motorists nearly three hours their accident-which as entirely the little blondes fault-while checking the back roads and finding: one Buffy Summers and one Dean Walters.
Whose father would be bringing his proof of insurance along with a tow truck the following morning. After he sucked up to Bobby enough to borrow it and gave Dean long enough to get over the reaming he took for fucking up the Impala. Shaking his head he watched Buffy roll her eyes as the nurse finished rebinding her wound and smirked at her wince as the nurse palpated her shoulder. The blonde stuck out her tongue and the nurse admonished her, forcing a laugh from Dean and middle fingered salute from Buffy.
A few minutes later Buffy was granted her prescription and several signed release papers later the pair were standing beside her cab as the cabby placed her bags in the back, struggling with the smaller one.
Buffy reached up and tucked her newly freed hair behind her ears and looked up at Dean almost shyly. “So you’re gonna get a hotel room nearby?”
“Probably.”
She swallowed, kept eye contact. “And if I asked you to come home with me?”
His lips curved up, “I wouldn’t say no.”
Buffy sent him a quick grin and opened the cab door. “Good to know.”
As she began to dart inside, Dean caught her arm and she allowed herself to be pulled back. Allowed her chin to be grabbed and her head tilted back. Allowed Dean to cover her still giggling mouth with his own and press her into the side of the cab. Meddling them from chest to knee and her lips parted with a sigh, his tongue easing in to trace each contour. Her hands rose, fingers digging into his shoulders as she arched upward and swallowed his moan of approval.
The driver’s door slammed shut and Buffy jerked against Dean with the sound and the cabby’s annoyed voice spoke, “Meters running.”
Dean dropped the hand from her chin to open the door further and pulled back with a nip to her lower lip and gently pushed her into the cab. She watched him dazed, tongue tracing her bruised lips and before he could close the door her hand snaked out grabbing his wrist and pulling him inside with surprising force.
As the door closed, Buffy rattled off her address and slid into Dean’s lap, claiming his mouth much the same way he did hers. Lips parted, tongue slipping in past his as her fingers tugged down the zipper of his jacket and she eased her hands inside to grip the slop of his shoulders. Nails biting in appreciation as his slid up the back of her sweater, tracing slow circles over warm skin.
His biceps coiled, pulling her body closer and Dean leaned back, watched the dark heat easing into her gaze and gave her another lazy smile. “This isn’t the best place.”
A hand rose to cup his check, ease into his hair. “Clothes stay on.” She leaned forward, breath against his ear. “At least until we have a bed.”
He turned his head nipping her jaw with blunt teeth and working his way down her neck to trail a wet tongue over raised skin. His brows drew down with he feel of a scar in that particular spot. His lips hesitated there, just above her pulse point, hot breath raising goosebumps and her hips rocked downward, brushing the quickly forming bulge and Dean’s suspicious melted away with the movement.
His fingers slid from her back to grip her hips and he traced his lips over the scar, butterfly sweeps that filled the cab with heated whimpers and gave the cabby something to work over later. His jaw locked as his lips surrounded the mark and sucked, suddenly harsh and her hips rolled harder, almost bruising.
His fingers flexed holding her rocking hips over his growing erection as he released her neck and she twisted, claiming his mouth with teeth and tongue. Sucking in the small groans falling from his mouth as her hips increased their tempo and the cab suddenly ground to a halt and they pulled away from each other gasping.
Mossy green eyes meet his as she swallowed and licked her lips, tasting him and Dean groaned opening the door and allowing Buffy to crawl from his lap and into the brisk night. She silently paid the cabby and grabbed both her bags with ease as Dean followed her up the flight of stairs and to the left. She glanced back at him once, eyes still hazy and offered him a wicked smile of promise.
Keys scrapped loudly into the lock of her front door as Dean opened one of the pockets of his bag and slipped out a foil package. Following her inside he watched as she tossed her bags to the floor and turned motioning him in. His bag fell in the same general direction as hers and Buffy gave a small cry of surprise as Dean slammed the door for her and shoved her back against it.
His hands hooked the edge of her sweater and pulled it off, spilling her hair around her shoulders and leaving her in nothing more than a black lace bra from the waist up. He knelt, gaze flowing over the soft mounds of her breast, down the slim curve where her waist and hips met. Sitting back on his heels, Dean reached up under her slacks and unzipped her right boot, slid a hand inside to massage her calf before tugging it and her sock off and then repeated the same actions with her left.
He rose back up to a kneeling position and placed a wet kiss just beneath her bellybutton, tongue tasting her skin as his fingers unhooked her slacks. Slid them down her legs and smiled into the black thong at just the right level to be caught with his teeth and snapped back against her body.
The muscles under his fingers flexed and her breath hitched. He glanced up as he hooked thumbs under the thin strip of elastic on either hip and dragged the scrap of material down toned thighs to fall at her feet and be kicked away. He bent and spread her thighs, easing his warm breath across the triangle of hair.
“Dean.” He glanced up, eyes hooded. “Niceties later, fuck me now.”
His lips twitched, head darting forward to give on long stroke of his tongue that pulled a strangled sound from deep in her throat. He leaned back, rose, pulling off his shirt and toeing off his boots as his hand snaked into his pocket and slipped out the foiled package. Buffy reached forward, deftly unhooking his belt and pulling it through all the hoops with a quick jerk of her arm.
It was tossed somewhere behind him as her other hand twisted the button of his jeans and tugged down his zipper. His hips jerked with the slight vibration as she pushed them down, his boxers lost somewhere in the pile as he stepped forward and shoved her back against the door.
Her mouth sought out his and she claimed it with a clashing of teeth as his hands tore the package and rolled the condom over his straining cock and Buffy’s hand followed him down and wrapped snugly around the base, giving a light twist. He hissed against her mouth and hands sliding over the globes of her ass and caught the back of her thighs, lifting and breaking her hold on him.
She pulled back, caught his gaze as he positioned himself at her entrance. Buffy’s hands lowered to help guide him, the dark heat coiled in her eyes trapping him as he thrust forward and her mouth opened, neck arching. Her hands rose to grip his shoulders as he shoved back slamming her into the door and shuddering the frame.
The pace was set, quick and bruising as he pushed his way into her tightly muscled body. Gazes still locked as he rolled his hips forward, mimicked the sound of someone knocking instantly with their bodies. Buffy gasped as he pulled out, rubbing her insides in such a delicious way and then piston back in to brush her cervix. Until both were panting and Dean’s thrusts became more frantic and he broke eye contact to catch the one sweet spot he found in the their quick foreplay.
His mouth latched onto the scar and her core fluttered around him and he pressed her harder into the wood. Sucked at the raised skin until her gasps became cries that rose in volume and she wrapped around him like a velvet fist. His jaw flexed, teeth sinking into her flesh and Buffy’s head slammed back against the wood. Body so tight, Dean gave two more thrusts before following her over that pristine edge.
Her chest heaved against his, pushing her lace-covered breasts agaisnt him and he felt his cock twitch inside her pulsing depths. She gave a soft laugh, “I think I’m dead.”
He kissed the newly forming hicky and pulled back enough to ask, “Bedroom?”
She blinked, her inner walls tightening with the suggestion and his lazy smile was back in full force. “Second door on the right.”
He pulled out of her slowly, savoring the pulsing for as long as possible and caught her lips in a soft kiss. She heard the elastic of the condom being eased down and the snap as he tied it off. He pulled back just long enough to locate the nearest trashcan before he was back in front of her. His hands cupped her neck, pulling her into a searching kiss and eased their way down, over her shoulders and behind her back to unhook her bra, dropped it to the floor. He stepped back and winked before he made his way unashamedly nude down her hallway and paused at her bedroom door.
“Coming?”
She grinned and was finally thankful Dawnie had moved away to Stanford as she followed him.
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Author’s Note: *cringe* I posted this to my own journal awhile ago and forgot to post here. Sorry! This is edited, smutty basic porn without plot version of the this story. For a little more plot, banter fun and the full version of this fic go here.