Lovestoned
Title: Lovestoned
Author: Kiwikatipo
Fiction Rated: PG-13
Disclaimer: Supernatural and all related characters are copyright Eric Kripke, Kripke Enterprises & The CW Network. No infringement intended. Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all related characters are copyright Joss Whedon and ME. No infringement intended.
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Sometimes all it takes to fall in love in a small town’s only nightclub are flashing lights, a slick beat and inhaling a member of the opposite sex’s scent.
“Buffy suits you, you look like a Buffy, I thought that the second I heard your name last week either that or Mindy, maybe Candy, an e sounding ending definitely.” Dean let his hands wander along the young woman’s bare back as he held her close and snug.
“You looked like a con artist - just sharing.” Buffy’s mouth twitched in an amused smirk as she stared into the stranger’s green eyes.
Dean had green eyes, Buffy had green eyes, they were both eldest children and they were both Americans in a foreign country. As Dean pointed out this should make them further bond in kindred solidarity.
“Newfoundland’s not Tibet,” Buffy spun coquettishly under Dean’s arm, his dancing ability fell into the adequate rather than spectacular category unlike Buffy’s superior toe-tapping talent.
“We both hunt demons, I call that a rock hard foundation for understanding and friendship.” Dean held Buffy securely close in his arms once more.
“I call that coincidence. The last Demon Hunter I met got turned into a puppet but then so did one of my ex- boyfriends (one of the vamps) I heard.” Buffy rested her forehead on Dean’s jacket it smelled of fir needles, gunpowder residue and him. “I might be a Muppet curse on you, I’ve never been large on luck with love. And then there’s the ceiling thing with your mom and Sam’s college girlfriend…”
“That demon’s dead, Princess Paranoid,” he daringly rubbed his nose over her almond and roses fragranced hair. His mom used to smell like she did, Sammy would have a field day with the Freudian Oedipal issues of Dean’s attraction to Buffy.
“The knowledge you only have three months left to live makes me not want to do this.” Buffy raised her head so she could brush her glossed lips softly against Dean’s wind chapped ones.
The muscles in Dean’s body hardened to iron as he captured her in a harsh embrace. He pressed her petite form into his cowboy rangy frame and returned her tentative kiss with maximum ardor.
“It’s not fair.” Buffy broke away and her eyes were glistening with furious tears. “If I could give you some of my immortality…”
“Then I wouldn’t be with the hottest looking twenty year old in the joint and if it worked out with us long term I’d get arrested for being a pervert.” Dean’s mouth found hers once more to resume their sweet physical discovery of one another.
Love always hurt a little and when you were people like Buffy and Dean it always seemed to hurt a lot.
Author: Kiwikatipo
Fiction Rated: PG-13
Disclaimer: Supernatural and all related characters are copyright Eric Kripke, Kripke Enterprises & The CW Network. No infringement intended. Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all related characters are copyright Joss Whedon and ME. No infringement intended.
***oooO0Oooo***
Sometimes all it takes to fall in love in a small town’s only nightclub are flashing lights, a slick beat and inhaling a member of the opposite sex’s scent.
“Buffy suits you, you look like a Buffy, I thought that the second I heard your name last week either that or Mindy, maybe Candy, an e sounding ending definitely.” Dean let his hands wander along the young woman’s bare back as he held her close and snug.
“You looked like a con artist - just sharing.” Buffy’s mouth twitched in an amused smirk as she stared into the stranger’s green eyes.
Dean had green eyes, Buffy had green eyes, they were both eldest children and they were both Americans in a foreign country. As Dean pointed out this should make them further bond in kindred solidarity.
“Newfoundland’s not Tibet,” Buffy spun coquettishly under Dean’s arm, his dancing ability fell into the adequate rather than spectacular category unlike Buffy’s superior toe-tapping talent.
“We both hunt demons, I call that a rock hard foundation for understanding and friendship.” Dean held Buffy securely close in his arms once more.
“I call that coincidence. The last Demon Hunter I met got turned into a puppet but then so did one of my ex- boyfriends (one of the vamps) I heard.” Buffy rested her forehead on Dean’s jacket it smelled of fir needles, gunpowder residue and him. “I might be a Muppet curse on you, I’ve never been large on luck with love. And then there’s the ceiling thing with your mom and Sam’s college girlfriend…”
“That demon’s dead, Princess Paranoid,” he daringly rubbed his nose over her almond and roses fragranced hair. His mom used to smell like she did, Sammy would have a field day with the Freudian Oedipal issues of Dean’s attraction to Buffy.
“The knowledge you only have three months left to live makes me not want to do this.” Buffy raised her head so she could brush her glossed lips softly against Dean’s wind chapped ones.
The muscles in Dean’s body hardened to iron as he captured her in a harsh embrace. He pressed her petite form into his cowboy rangy frame and returned her tentative kiss with maximum ardor.
“It’s not fair.” Buffy broke away and her eyes were glistening with furious tears. “If I could give you some of my immortality…”
“Then I wouldn’t be with the hottest looking twenty year old in the joint and if it worked out with us long term I’d get arrested for being a pervert.” Dean’s mouth found hers once more to resume their sweet physical discovery of one another.
Love always hurt a little and when you were people like Buffy and Dean it always seemed to hurt a lot.