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Chapter List
- 1-Gone Hunting
- 1
(co-written with ArtofMayhem)

Twelve dead and missing, in just a two month period. Wasn�t that enough to keep people away from the park along the edges of the cliffs overlooking the ocean? Apparently not, thought Buffy, who�d shadowed a young girl until she got to the safety of her car and drove off.

Someone� no something was killing people, and she was going to get it. Her long pony tail bounced as she headed back toward an area where there was overgrown plant life� a perfect spot for an attack. Come on, she had to look at least as vulnerable as the other victims � alone, young and stupidly unafraid of the dark as she walked around in a halter top and black jeans, toting nothing but a strappy red purse.

Good thing her weapons were stashed where she could reach them later.

And now it was back to the bench. Prowling graveyards was so much more fun. Oh well. She sat with both feet onto the bench, turned her iPod on and looked out at the water moving back and forth toward the shore below the cliffs. Target much?

* * *

Dean had parked a bit aways, having pulled up in his black 67 Impala with the lights out so as to not give himself away. He sat in the car for a long moment, gathering his gun and making sure it was loaded with silver bullets. He decided to leave it behind, only coming to get it for a gun shot would draw to much unwanted attention. Instead, he opted for his sliver knife which he hooked to his belt, another placed in his boot.
He looked out the front window, trying to see the distant movement through some of the trees. It was hard to. He checked the battery upon his phone then got out. He carried his phone in his hand as he walked along, jean jacket covering his knife.
He was approaching the park where he suspected the Shape Shifter to be. It seemed to like this area as a hunting ground. Taking lives just because it could. Not like the others where it was for money or angry because others had it better than them.
"Hate shape shifters," Dean grumbled low under his breath.
As he walked he stopped at the wood-line. Someone was walking in the park and there was a figure on the bench. Shit. He lifted his phone up, hoping to get a flash of eyes upon it.

Buffy was on the verge of a yawn, when she felt something. A presence. Very aware of where the presence was behind her, she didn�t turn. �Nice night for a walk, huh?�

Dean had his phone up, one of those nice chocolate slides and he was looking through the camera. No eye flashes from the flow light. Clean. "Listen, let me walk you to your car."

�You taking pictures of me?� Buffy got up. �I don�t remember saying you could.� The fact that he towered over her was nothing new, but she hoped he wasn�t a freak� just a hot looking guy on a walk. Shoving a phone in a girl�s face. Right� more freak, less normal.

Dean looked down at her, "No, I was just trying to read the screen," so it was a lie but it wasn't the first time he lied to a girl or anyone for that matter. He gave her a smile, shoving the phone away into a pocket. "I think I missed a message. Oh well. So, where's your car?"

�Don�t have one. I walked.� Her chin lifted, as if to ask what he was going to do about that. �So� I was kinda liking the quiet.� Hint.

Dean glanced about, "My car is not far from here, I'll take you to the nearest bus stop. Really, you don't want to be alone out here."

�A� don�t think so. B� I do. And C� oh, there is no C,� she blew a wisp of hair out of her eyes. When he didn�t move, she got a bit frustrated. �That would be your cue to like� go. Night night.�

"Do you know what is out here at night? What has been happening in this area? Do you? Or are the big words in the paper to much for you?" Dean was getting the same frustrated look upon his face. Why was she making this difficult?

�Don�t need your help reading, or anything else.� Damn he was stubborn, but it looked like he meant well. �Look, thanks for asking, but I�m fine� I got it covered, and if you�ve been reading the long words, in the paper, then you know you shouldn�t be out here either. Besides, who knows, I could be the big baddie,� she took a step toward him, �...could be your lucky night, cause I�m letting you go. Run for it,� she gave his chest a light shove. A part of her registered the rippling of muscles under her palm.

Dean just rocked back on his heels. "I know you aren't the big baddie. So your lucky night. I'm saving your cute ass. This is not something you want to be tempting." He reached for her arm to start pulling her with him to get her at least out of the open.

Surprised by the strength of his hold, Buffy�s gaze clashed with his for a second � then she shoved him for real. A grin lit her face when he fell back and landed on his ass. She could tell a smooth talker when she saw one, let him talk his way out of that. �See. Can take care of myself,� she said, as if the argument was over. Turning her back, she headed back to the bench, intent on ignoring him. He was totally ruining her attempts to draw out the killer.

Dean was a bit shocked. The girl was stronger than she looked. He landed upon his ass, the air a bit knocked from him but not so much that he couldn't react quick enough that when Buffy turned away, his legs kicked out, tangled with her and he was knocking her over. He crawled up, "And can still take you down."

A mild curse escaped her as she sprang back up. The air crackled with hostility� and something else. �Who are you? What are you doing here? � she asked, standing with her legs apart, ready for him. �Really?� This time it was a demand.

"Look," Dean was already up, "I came out here to... stop whatever it is that is doing the killing. And you are just an easy target. I'm trying to save your life. That is if you can get that through that thick blonde head of yours."

�Ah, hero complex, I get it. Sorry, I don�t need one. And I�m here for the same thing, except you�re messing things up. Why don�t you go� over to that half of the park, and let me do my work here? Hmm? Then you can save me from over there.�

�Do you even know what you are trying to stop?" Dean asked in moving closer. "Do you know what you are dealing with?"

�Not yet.� She stepped slightly back, circling him, watching him closely. Couldn�t help noticing how intensely his eyes burned into her.

"Well I do," Dean was turning with her. "It's not something you should be playing around with. So if you think I have a hero complex, fine but why don't you do it back home and let ME do my job."

�Then tell me, hot shot. What am I dealing with, huh?� She got it now, either he was some sort of cop, or someone with an axe to grind. �Tell me,� she took another step. For a �good guy,� he sure had that predatory thing going, not that it bugged her. Just made things more interesting, unless he kept her from her job.

"If I told you you would laugh at me." Dean answered simply as he never let his eyes waver from hers. She was sizing him up for some reason. And trying to be a tough girl for that matter. It was something that tickled Dean with interest. Pity he was working.

Buffy gave a wry grin. �I know better than to laugh.�

And there was silence. The guy was a tough nut to crack, all closed-mouthed, even when she�d given him more than enough hints she knew about the things that went bump in the dark. Sometimes the direct approach worked best. �What are you? Some guy out for revenge? Did this thing kill someone you know? Your girlfriend? Your mom? What makes you come out here?� she demanded, willing him to answer.

Dean's face got harder and more closed off. That was it. He didn't answer questions like that and he didn't have the patience to stand here and argue with her. Without warning, Dean took a quick step at her, grabbing her about her waist and hefted her up over his shoulder. If he had to tie her up in his car, so be it. At least she would be out of the way.

Okay, surprise much? And she�d been on guard!

�Uh uh, not doing the caveman thing, loverboy,� she tossed, throwing her legs up against the force of gravity and over both their heads, while keeping a vice like grip on his waist so she took him with her. When she landed on her feet, he was the one who was upside down, the front of his body sliding against hers. His tee shirt slipped, revealing a sliver of skin stretched taut over muscle. As if she�d been burned, she let go, letting him fall to the ground.

Dean's whole world was turned upside down. Literally. WTF! He was now holding onto her, his hands about her legs and as he was dropped, he hit the backs of her legs, knocking her on him then he rolled, scrambled till he was level with her and was trying to pin her arms, "I'm trying to..." he was cut off.

Rolling them over, �My turn to be on top,� she quipped. It could�a been funny� if her leg weren�t lodged between his, and if she weren�t sprawled out over him trying to cover the span of his much larger frame with hers. Heat sizzled through her system even as she stared down into his hot and angry eyes.

Dean was suddenly looking up at the blonde with her top nearly falling off and she had an incredible body that was squirming over him. He lowered his eyes to her lips before he suddenly surged up and was kissing her. What came over Dean to do so, he didn't want to know, she tasted to damn good and felt to damn good over him.

Buffy stiffened at first, tried to pull away. But his blatant masculinity� in the way he kissed her, hard� furious�so sure of himself� somehow stole her desire to get the hell away. Instead, her body responded, tensed� became as restless as her lips moving over his. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong, her mind screamed, but who was listening to her mind?

Dean had none of those thoughts, all he knew was the girl was hot, intense, she could fight and she was responding to his kiss. He moaned deeply, turning his head as he kissed her, rocking hips into hers while his one hand moved down her back and pushed just at the small of it. Damn but when did a girl like this get him so hard so quick?

She wasn�t used to this� being sandbagged� out of control. Why was she on fire? Why couldn�t she stop herself from pressing down onto him, gasping at the jolt of electricity that passed through her when she collided with his arousal. Not good� But her mouth said it was good, as her tongue tangled wildly with his, and so did her body, it was good� so good, as they rocked and rolled, each trying to gain control.

This had to be one of the best fights he had in a long time. He rolled, ending up on top, her legs now on either side of him. Then they rolled again and she was pushing him down, devouring him with her lips and tongue and he was responding, not only from their groins grinding but from the soft feel of her bare skin as he moved his hands over her sides and back. He moved his hand down to her ass, gripping it. Nice and firm. He lost all thought of everything around him but wondering what it would feel like to be flesh to flesh with this woman. He rolled them again, tearing his lips from hers and latching them down upon her neck as he got his knees just right and hauled himself and her up so she was sitting upon his legs as he kissed her.

It had been a long time since a guy held her like this� could hold her like this. His arms felt like steel bands around her, his hands roved so confidently� leaving trails of silky heat in their wake. �Who are you,� she asked in a ragged whisper, throwing her head back, but gripping his shoulders and making sure he couldn�t pull back. �That thing� we should stop� don�t stop,� she whimpered as his hips rose up. The world was spinning out of control, too fast, too fast.

�We should," Dean nodded but his lips couldn't leave her skin. She tasted to damn good and her body was on fire, feeling the heat from her groin through his jeans. He felt his fingers curl over the top of the material to her halter top and he pulled it down, exposing her chest so his hands could cup her. So his thumbs could tease the already tight centers as he moved up her neck and to her ear. "We really should," he agreed again but still the only move he was making was to find her lips again to kiss.

A throaty half protest broke from her lips, even as she leaned into his hand, shivering as his calloused thumb brushed against her sensitive nipple. His mouth, the heat of his breath against her throat� her ear� it was making it impossible to think straight. Cause if she�d been thinking straight, she wouldn�t be tugging his shirt up� wouldn�t be running her hands hungrily across his abs. This wasn�t like her�

�Oh my God, think I�m possessed�or something!� Suddenly, she pushed him away, and rolled off his lap. Strands of hair that had escaped the rubber band to fell on her face, as she tried to get her top back into place. She was breathing hard, and God� the sound of his labored breaths were making her want things� �That your idea of getting me home?� she threw out. Now that she could think, she understood what happened. He�d tried to kiss her into silence or obedience, but the plan had backfired. A lot.

Dean was pushed to his back, his shirt still wrenched up and exposing his tight abs. He was looking at her. Possessed, that wasn't something he thought of. "One way to find out." He got on his hands and knees his knees and close to her. "Christo." He watched her eyes and there was no flash of black that a demon would get. Nor red. More importantly, yellow.

�Hey! Cut the Latin insults,� She shoved him again. Big mistake. The feel of corded chest muscles burned her palms� made her feel like dragging him back. Her gaze lingered first on his throat, then moved up to his lips. Dammit�what the hell was this?

Dean gave a smile to her, "Not an insult. Christo is the latin word for God... but then you are a goddess. All..." Dean's eyes moved past her and he was quickly on his feet, pulling out his silver knife, "Run," he informed her as he was moving past her toward what looked like a simple looking guy.

�Like that�s gonna work�� she turned her head and saw another stranger walking towards them. Then a gleam of light glanced off the silver dagger in loverboy�s hand and she was off after him. �Great� had to be a psycho��

Swallowing her disappointment, Buffy easily caught up with him and grabbed his arm, holding it between them, out of the view of the stranger. When he tried to pull away, she refused to budge. �Put it down. Now.� She didn�t think he was the killer, but he was jumping the gun here. �What if I�d come after you when you got here?�

Behind her, she was aware the stranger was still coming, and moved her head toward him to make sure he was unarmed. Yup�could be normal guy.

Dean had tried to move his arm but found he couldn't. There was something not right about this girl but... He furrowed his brow at her, "Got a cell phone with a camera?" He glanced over to the guy who was still approaching. Dean had dealt with two of these things. Shape Shifters, and something told him in his gut, this could be it.

She raised her brow. �What is it with you and cell phones��

�You folks alright? What are you doing out here, alone,� a pleasant voice asked.

Pleasant, but it bugged her. She didn�t know why, or think before she answered. �Nice night� girl�guy� what�cha think we�re doing?� Heat rose to her cheeks with the memory of what they had been up to� sometimes a flip lie was really the truth.

Dean was about to answer Buffy when the stranger spoke and he slipped his arm around her, pulling her close to him, more to hide his knife. "I was trying to talk her into the back seat of my car, but Pookie here, she likes to feel the open fresh air. Right, Pookie?" He squeezed her. "Gotta love a frisky adventurous girl." Dean smiled to the man.

Pookie. She was gonna kill him. And the look in her eyes told him so, even as she pasted a fake smile on her face. �That�s right. But then the back seat is hard on a girl when all of Wilbur�s fishing equipment is stuffed into it. I don�t like hooks, or worms,� she snuggled closer. �I guess the park will have to do. Soon as we�ve got us some� you know� privacy.� Turning back to the other stranger, she cocked her head. �I�m sure you understand.�

The Stranger looked at her, his eyes going over her before looking to Dean and there was a bit of hate there. "I see. Girl like you should get a better boyfriend." He reached out quickly, snagging her arm and with strength, jerked her away before he went to punch Dean. Dean staggered back from the blow and landed upon his back. "You're coming with me," the stranger growled and started dragging her off, grabbing her now by her hair.

�Sonova�� This thing was quick, and strong� it was what she�d hoped to trap. Moving just as quickly, she untangled herself from it and aimed her booted heel into its chest. He flew back into a tree, but recovered fast. They were locked in combat, and from the corner of her eyes, she saw lover boy approach. �Stay back!� she shouted, thinking he�d be no match for this thing.

Right� never look away during a fight. This time, she was the one flying through the air. Somersaulting back up, she headed for it again. �Wilbur, throw me the axe. Under the bench,� she shouted, hoping Mr. Stubborn would listen.

Dean grabbed for the Axe, flipping it over in his hand as if he knew how to use it. And he did. But he was also pulling his knife out. He tossed Buffy the axe at just the right point but as he did, he flipped his knife in his hand and tossed it as the stranger made it's turn toward her striking it on it's leg. It howled out in pain, ripping the knife out to drop it on the ground.

Buffy jumped and caught the axe, but her head whipped around to see the dagger bury itself into the demon�s leg. �Good thing you�re better at gutting than fishing, Wilbur, cause I could�a lost something.� She wasn�t thrilled about how close the dagger had gotten, but clearly the guy knew weapons and wasn�t an amateur.

Already the demon was clawing toward her and demanding she come with it.

�Only if you ask me� nice,� she said, swinging her axe, then swinging again as it dodged her blows. Flipping over, she tried to come at it again from another angle.

Dean ran over, grabbing it's shoulder and spun it around enough for his fist to make contact, several times and his last blow sent it into Buffy's direction, enough so she could bury the axe in its back and make it fall over. Seeming to be dead. Dean however knew better and was looking for his knife. "Where's my knife!" He shouted out.

�Your�� Buffy toed the dead thing, and made a face as its flesh started to melt off. �Ewww�� stepping well away from it, she turned to �Wilbur.� �Gotta say, one good thing about vampires is they make nice clean kills� a bit of dust, no blood, no goo� no melting skin� they just go poof. Relax,� she added, seeing he looked on edge, still searching for the knife. Maybe it had sentimental value. �Think it fell out back there..�

Dean was looking about, frantic because he knew it would only be moments before it was up again and attacking. He found it, lifting it up and turned but stopped. It was gone, just the skin was left. Dean turned about, "Where did it go?" He rushed over to Buffy, taking her arm but not with force. "You okay?"

�Yup�okay.� What was the matter with him, had he gone blind or something?

"Okay, you stay here, don't move. I gotta get my gun." He looked her over, "Don't move, please." He turned and started for the woodline, runing through it to get to his car.

�Guns bad,� she shouted after him. Okay, maybe for a wild� and very crazy moment, she�d thought they might continue what they�d started. Timing bad. Place bad. Situation bad. Giving a sigh, she was about to collect her weapons when loverboy emerged from the woods.

�That was quick��

The shape shifter quickly approached her. "You did a good job." He grabbed her, pulling her to him and kissing her hard and forceful, with the lack of feeling that Dean had showed.

Since she�d kinda been thinking along those same lines, Buffy didn�t fight him. But she sensed something was different� same guy, same total control technique, but where was the heat? They�d been frustrated and angry before� Confused she broke the kiss. �Maybe we should talk about this before we��

"Why slut? You didn't want to before. Hell, you were all over me like frosting. You want this and I'm into sluts. The easier the better. And from what it taste like on you, you like this kind of action." He laughed and slammed her against a tree. The thing missing if Buffy had noticed was the amulet that hung about Dean's neck and the silver ring he wore as well as the bracelet.

Her gaze locked with his. Hands on his chest, she stopped him from moving closer, and she pushed slightly away from the tree. �Know what? You just went from hot to nothing, in two seconds flat. Get your hands off me, before I break them.� Anger, disappointment� maybe a bit of guilt, flushed through her. �I said get �em off me, bastard,� she shoved him hard.

The shape shifter bitch slapped her, nearly knocking her over. "You like being treated like trash because that is what you are. Just let a strange guy feel you up, take you for a turn all too willing. And you call me nothing?" He slapped her again

That was it, Buffy saw red. She swung at him, no holds barred� and then again. Punches connected. Kicks connected. And he was still standing� What the hell? Were there two of those things? �This a game� you been playing a game?� she demanded, sweeping her leg close to the ground, and trying to trip him. �What? I killed your lover and now you think you can��

Just then Dean came rushing out, gun in hand and he saw Buffy fighting... him. Okay, that pissed him off. He ran over and was in a position for her to see as he leveled the gun and a shot rang out, the silver bullet striking the shape shifter in the back. Dean's face showed the anger upon it.

The creature cried out, looked at her in shock before it turned to see Dean and another struck it in the head, sending it falling to it's death.

Dean walked over, looking down at it then looked at her.

Should be grateful� should thank him� but� there was always a but. �Is it dead now?� She asked, her voice cool, almost emotionless. She lifted her face, it didn�t matter what he thought of her. Not really.

Dean nodded, "Silver bullets. Silver kills it." He put his gun back behind him and that was when he noticed the scratches upon her from the tree. "You okay?" He asked, his voice soft.

Following his gaze to the marks that would be gone by morning, she nodded. �It turned into you. Talked like you.� Thought like you.

Dean shrugged, "Yeah, not the first time. Bastards. Hate those things." He took his jacket off and offered it to her, "Here, take it."

She stared at the jacket, like it was her enemy. �Night,� she mumbled, walking away from him. She was done� with him, with this. Bending, she picked up her axe, and headed for a tree. She�d left a sword in its branches and the duffel bag next to it.
"Hey, what's wrong?" He used his other hand to grab her arm, feeling the glare that burned him and the way she jerked her arm away. "Hey! I told you this thing was dangerous. I told you you didn't know what you were dealing with. I tried to protect you and you are pissed at me?"

�What do you want? Want me to call you hero? Great job hero, now go find yourself another slut. This one�s gone out of business,� she snapped, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Whether it was his kiss, or the demon�s that she was trying to get rid of, was up in the air. Damn him. Looking away, she shoved the hair back from her face. Damn him for bringing something alive in her and then turning out to be the jerk of the century.

"What? I never called you a slut? And no, I never wanted you to call me a hero either. Tell me? Is it hard to fucking walk with that stick shoved up your ass?" He was pulling his jacket back on. "Besides, the way you are acting, slut is not the word I would choose."

She whirled around. �That thing� knew� what you think. Also� that word comes out of your mouth again �bout me, and you might not like what gets shoved up yours.� Fire practically leaped from her eyes. It usually took a lot more to get her mad� but nothing about this guy got the usual reactions from her. Nothing.

"Yeah, well were you also told they lie too? They like to take information, twist it like twisting a knife in you till they find the one that sets you off " Dean stepped a bit closer.

Looking at him for a long moment, staring into his clear gaze, she nodded. �Okay.� Bending over, she picked up the duffel bag she�d filled, swung it over her shoulder and headed for the road. Maybe he was telling the truth� but she didn�t need any complications in her life. �Bye, Wilbur,� she tossed over her shoulder, flashing him a small grin. Who knew, she might run into him again.

Dean stood watching her walk away. He never got her name. And he really should just turn and walk away but that kiss was still lingering on his lips, even if she wiped his off hers. And the feel of her against him. "Hey, Pookie, let me give you a ride." He motioned toward his car with his head.

�Ride?� Her mind went straight to the moment where she�d been sitting on him, riding him� she noticed him looking at the car. �Oh�ride�car ride�� stumbling over her words, she felt the heat rise in her body. It was like none of the stuff in between had happened� no demon to interrupt them� what was it about this guy? Why did she want something from him, need something? Staring longingly at his mouth, she fell silent. Yes or no� simple question, hello. Can I have another question?

Dean's jaw ached, waiting for her to answer, it was more noticed. And even more so when he smirked as she stumbled over her words. He took a dare and moved closer to her. "If it will help, name is Dean." He spoke low, as if it was a secret not to be told.

Once he invaded her space, every nerve in her body was sharply aware of him. There was something raw and sexual about him, in everything he did, even the way he said his own name. She swallowed. �That�s an improvement on Wilbur. I mean, I can�t see myself shouting Wilbur�Wilbur�� her mouth quirked into a smile as she pictured just that in her mind.

Dean gave a chuckle, "So is that a yes to the ride?" He asked in yet another step closer to her as he locked eyes with her. He rather liked the visual she had managed to conjure up in his head. Of her shouting in the throws of passion.

�That would be a yes,� she said, stepping toward him. They sort of danced back and forth, close� close enough to feel each others� body heat, but not touching. Something was simmering in the air� like it was about to explode, and it was only a matter of time.

Dean looked down to her lips then back up to her eyes. "So," He started walking beside her, pulling his keys out, "Shall I keep calling you Pookie or you gonna give me something to moan out."

�There�s gonna be moaning?� she looked at him. Okay, yeah� made sense he was direct-guy. �It�s Buffy. You could try Buff�� she suggested, knowing her real name might be almost as bad as shouting Pookie. �Or Slayer� whatever works.� They�d reached the car, and she dropped her duffel bag to the ground.

"Buffy?" Dean tried not to laugh but he did. "Really? I thought that was only for dancers or cheerleaders?" He reached down and picked up her bag, walking around the Impala and tossing it in the trunk with a grunt. "Geez woman, what you have in there, an arsenal from a fort or something?" He closed it, noting the symbols Sam had drawn back on his car, turning it into a lock box against demons. Bastard. He told him not to draw on his car. He moved back around. "Slayer... I think I like Buffy better."

�Dean. I definitely like Dean better.� She backed him against the car. �Where were we before that guy rudely interrupted us? Oh yeah, I think we were getting your shirt off.� With that, she helped him shuck his jacket, then met his gaze as she pulled a gun out from the back of his jeans waistband. She started to shove his tee shirt up, but the gleam of silver had her dragging a knife out from a small sheath above his hip. �Looks like someone else has been to the fort� is this some kinda keep-out sign?� she teased, now running her palms across his stomach. She tried, but she couldn�t pinch even an inch of skin. Her mouth burned to follow the trail of her hands.

Dean felt the cool metal of his car against his back and he quickly shrugged off the jacket and first layer shirt he wore to leave the tee shirt for her to push up. She was forceful and brave, he liked that. And he gave an innocent grin to the gun and the knife. "I feel naked without them." He slipped his hands to her hips. He gave a little tug to get her closer. "I think we were here too," He leaned in and kissed her, this kiss was devouring and with more heat and warmth, wanting to drink her in.

�Ho�yeah.� His mouth was hot and moist, and that tongue slid in and out of hers just as smooth as the man it belonged to. She explored his chest more urgently now, wanting to know how he felt everywhere. His amulet tangled in her fingers, she tugged on it to force his head down closer. Damn� he knew what he was doing. �Dean?� Her hand brushed over his zipper, sending heat to her very core.

Dean couldn't resist the tug, not that he didn't want to. He leaned in, hearing her say his name and to him, it was like an angel was whispering it on the wind. He gave forth a little sound to her hand upon his zipper for his jeans at the moment were feeling much too tight. "Yeah?" He answered, stealing a quick kiss as he too moved his hand to her own pants, fingers working to get the material open and possibly off those shapely hips.

�Yeah?� Swallowing, she started undoing his pants at the same time as he worked on hers. She tugged on the belt, then let it drop. Once she unzipped him, she moved back into his arms and arched into him. He was hard and hot against her belly, he made her pulse between her legs. As she felt him clawing at her pants, she lifted her head. �Inside� car, inside car,� she clarified, her head spinning and making it too hard to think.

Dean felt the relief of material being loosen and he could feel Buffy's own heat radiate to him. He gave a smile, "Inside... car." He spun her around so he could push away from the car and opened the back door with a creak of age. He held it open for her to get inside and he figured once she crawled in, she would be on hands and knees and prime position for him to pull her pants off those hips.

She dropped back and scooted across the seat, lifting her hips when he started to tug on her pants. Her thoughts were jumbled. There were some doubts there, but the minute he climbed over her and their gazes locked, they were burned from her mind.

Her breath caught. She reached up for him, and there he was� everywhere� his mouth over hers, over her throat, tugging at her halter. His other hand under her, dragging her up to meet the weight of his body. His jeans were rough against her skin, but when he moved against her, there was nothing but sharp, searing pleasure.

Dean was hungry for her. Wanting her and every bit of her. Wanting to feel her naked form against him. He pushed back a bit, pulling his tee shirt the rest of the way off and tossing it into the front seat as he dropped his mouth back upon her flesh, working it against her neck and shoulders. He reached for her leg, pulling it high upon his hip. He gave a groan, especially upon getting her free of her top and having it join his shirt in the front. Dean dropped his head down, covering a pert nipple, using teeth and tongue to tease it till it was nearly red and painful.

Her blood surged to that spot, oh God it felt good� he felt good. Her hands tangled in his hair, urging him on, even as she squeezed her thighs together and lifted her hips. Each slide of her body against his sent shockwaves rippling through her. �Harder.� Before the demand fell from her lips, he�d increased the pace of his thrusts.

Heat coiled tighter and tighter low in her belly. She wanted him� wanted skin against skin� wanted him inside her. Blindly� frantically, she started to pull at his pants, �not fair� you�re still dressed,� her desperate breaths mingled with his.

Dean lifted his head, "Yeah? Let's solve that." He pushed up from her, leaving her cool as he started working his pants off and then getting them off. Even his boots were off and yet another knife landed upon the back floorboard. "Better?" he asked as he lowered back down upon her, his cock meeting her heat. He hooked an arm under her, lifting her a bit as he still had not entered her but crushed them together. He dropped his mouth down to hers, kissing her deeply. "So, how hard you want it?"

She wrapped her legs around his waist. He was so solid� so hard in all the right places. She sucked her breath in when he nudged against her entrance and asked her that question. Already hot and needy, it pushed her over the edge. �Question is� how hard can you take me,� she asked.

The question hung between them for thirty still seconds.

And then they were all over each other. She pulled her knees back, dragging him toward her, pulling on his shoulders� encouraging him, groaning lightly when his thick fullness stretched her. Wild, sexy, primitive� he was all that and more.

It didn�t matter that she bumped her head against the door, or her elbow kept hitting the passenger chair� all Buffy knew was she wanted more of him, much more. �Don�t stop�don�t stop,� she begged, trying to roll them over in the small space and finding it was impossible. And it wasn�t as if she missed that little gleam of triumph in his eyes either.

For a strong woman, she was trying to get the upper hand. To be the one in control and that was the benefit of being in the backseat of his car. He was the one in control and really, she couldn't do anything about it.

Dean rocked his hips into her wildly, taking her as he always wanted to take a woman. He didn't fear hurting her, it seemed she could take it and wanted it. He let out a low growl, holding her tightly.

With every thrust, he filled her. In and out, fast and slow, hard� and harder� and she was right there with him, meeting him halfway, demanding as well as getting. She stopped fighting for control, and just fought to find release� so close� so close. Her fingers dug into his strong back, she pressed her mouth against his shoulder, trying to stifle the sounds coming from her� �Yes.. yes� Dean�� Gripping him, clinging to him, shattering around him as he drove into her faster and faster, she called his name again and started to slide over the edge.

Dean knew, both were gonna have bruises from this. Not knowing hers would only last a little while. But for him, would leave lasting memories that would make him smile even when she wasn't by him. His arms held her tightly. Dean breathing hard against her own neck. He was grunting nearly with each thrust. The car rocked, she rocked and then he felt it. She was tumbling over that edge and tightening around him, making him still. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to fight off his own, release, not wanting this moment to really end.

He paused then couldn't hold off any more, he gave her a few more strong thrusts before he slammed hard into her and tighten. His release slammed into him. The whole world around him vanished and all he felt was his cock throbbing in her and her walls pulsing around him. He was still breathing hard when he turned his head to her, gently turning her head and kissing her.

She was catching her breath, and his soft kiss ... so different from the need-driven fierce kisses of earlier... caught her by surprise. "Mmm," she smiled, stroking his back, hoping she hadn't done too much damage. "I dunno... I think mom was wrong, about not getting into cars with strangers."

Something was digging into her side. With some difficulty, she shifted, and pulled something hard out... yet another dagger. Dropping it on the floor, she looked at him.

Dean took the dagger, "Hey, I've been looking for that." He dropped it back down as green eyes returned her gaze. He smiled to her before he leaned in and kissed her again. Dean finally pushed away, carefully pulling out of her. "Drive you home? Maybe tuck you in bed?" He asked in handing her her pants. Then his shirt instead of her halter top.

It should have been an awkward moment, but it wasn't. She nodded yes and pulled on the tee shirt, then pulled on the rest of her clothes. There wasn't much room, so they kept bumbing into each other. "I don't know about the tucking though... could get us into more trouble." Turning, she helped him with the shirt he'd been wearing over the tee, then leaned in for one last kiss. "Not saying it would be a bad thing."

Dean had reached out the door, grabbing his jacket and his outer shirt to pull on. His pants had been the harder part to get back on, opting to forgo the underwear. He was trying to get the buttons done up on his shirt when smaller fingers invaded and Dean allowed Buffy to help. Of course the kiss added to it was nice.

Dean gazed to Buffy, "I thought you liked trouble?" He smirked before leaning in and kissing her before he got out and moved around to the front of the car. He started his baby up, waited for Buffy to get into the passenger seat before taking her home.

Not more than a short while later, the black Impala was sitting just outside her place, he had gotten out to help her with her bag. He held it out to her and she took it but surging in to kissed him. He returned it with the same amount of want and passion as when they first collided. "Sleep tight," he breathed against her lips before letting her go and watching her as she moved away. He waited till she got inside before driving away.

Dawn looked up, "So how did things go? Did you score?"

Buffy just smiled as she headed toward her room, "Yeah, I did."

(A/N: This is our first cross-over and joint work. Please tell us what you think... does the pairing work for you? Thanks in advance)
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