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I wait for the day to break me; closed/ongoing

Nov 03, 2008 06:09

WHO: Dean Winchester rotisseriedean, and Buffy Summers flying_fatality
WHAT: A hunter and a slayer=UST off the charts.
WHERE: The beach
WHEN: Today, mid-afternoon.

( the city is burning, the ocean is turning )

place - harbour, Ω dean winchester, Ω buffy summers

Comments 18

rotisseriedean November 4 2008, 00:32:56 UTC

This place was weird between Disney characters popping up and pumpkins that turned people into raging bitches, but it never crossed Dean's mind that Buffy motherfucking Summers would crash land into the island. He thought it was a joke at first. Someone's mom and dad got a little too excited or a fanatic went through all the effort of plastic surgery, but fuck, did she sound convincing and hey, he already saw Simba once.

It was in the middle of Autumn, and yet humid from the rainy season. He brought his leather jacket just in case it decided to downpour again, and just as he promised, took about five minutes -- give or take -- to walk to the harbor. It wasn't tough finding a cute, petite blondie and he crept up behind her denying the fact that he was fucking nervous.

It was the hunter. Duh ( ... )

flying_fatality November 4 2008, 01:35:42 UTC

Buffy smiled. He really did get it. Well, that was a relief if anything. "Thanks." she gave a sort of half smile, surreptitiously slipping the stake back into her sleeve. Well, wasn't this awkward. Great way to get started. Buffy shrugged, shifting her feet (she was barefoot. where the heck did her shoes go?), feeling as awkward as one could get. But hell, she wasn't one to be shy in any way ( ... )

rotisseriedean November 4 2008, 01:41:21 UTC

Fuck, she had to mention cheeseburgers, did she? What he would give for a double cheeseburger with ketchup and mayo or a plate full of french fries crispy and hot or a full size pizza with mushrooms and pepperoni. His mouth watered at the thought of it, and he had to lick his lips -- keep his stomach under control or else he was going to start chewing on the sand.

"That's it." Dean smiled, trying not to stare too much at the slayer. A glance every now and then -- he couldn't help it -- but he wasn't going to keep his eyes on her and her only unless she wanted to think he was a creep. Okay, maybe sometimes he was a creep, but he had to play it cool, smooth. He was a professional just like her.

Getting off the wall, he adjusted his jacket and gestured toward the city looming overhead. "The rain is gonna start soon, so we better get going."

Since when was he such a fucking girl?

flying_fatality November 4 2008, 01:57:06 UTC

His expression when she mentioned cheeseburgers was just priceless and Buffy had to try very, very hard to keep from laughing. But it was a little depressing how much of a fried-food detox she could expect to go through. This was the 17th century. That had maybe lard, but that was gross. Buffy glanced at the jacket as he adjusted it and nearly groaned outwardly. Seriously, did she have a thing for leather jackets or something?

"Okay. What's a good place to get out of the rain? Your place?" and as she spoke, a drop landed on her forehead. God, the sun was out just a minute ago. "Tropical weather bites." it was mostly murmured to herself as the drops began picking up speed, and the sky darkened overhead, splattering her with fat droplets of water, soaking her to the skin.

And look who decided to wear a white tank top today. Fate was a bitch.

Buffy actually did groan this time, pulling Angel's leather jacket around herself. Hair plastered to her face, she looked back at him. "Now would be a good time to bail."

rotisseriedean November 4 2008, 02:07:28 UTC

Oh, yeah. His place was definitely a good -- woah. Down, boy. Had to relax, cool down, and take this hot chick indoors before he lost control of himself. This girl could kick his ass if he made the wrong move.

Taking a deep breath, he awkwardly shifted from foot to foot wondering if he should put his arm around her, just go on walking, or what. Not like he wanted to be the next fucking Xander to her -- or worse, Giles.

The rain was beginning to come down fast, so he did not have a lot of time to make up his mind. He settle for lifting his arm, gesturing toward the city, and making a face -- work with me here, please. Didn't help that when he looked at her again, her t-shirt was wet and she was wearing a tiny, black bra.

God help him now.