Thank you to everyone who liked, favorited and reviewed for this story. I'm glad everyone likes it. To those who were wondering, no this story won't be canon Riley/Buffy (What's the fun in that?). This is a Buffy/Dean story so you'll like it.

I'm sorry for taking so long to update. I'm working on the next chapter now so we'll see when it gets published (not months - don't worry).

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Chapter 8: Who Are You?

Faith swung the door open Giles' apartment, striding in with her new body. She hadn't quite gotten used to it yet, but she wasn't complaining. Being Buffy with the doting mother and loving friends was going to pay off before she got the hell out of dodge.

"Buffy. Good." Giles commented pouring a cup of tea.

Faith surveyed the room, taking in the Scoobies. "Wow, Scooby gang's all here. Willow, Xander and…" She glanced at Anya, realizing she had no idea who the hell she was. "...everyone. What's up?" She asked as she sat on the desk.

Giles tossed the dish towel over his shoulder, "It's about Faith, not surprisingly."

Faith hopped on the old desk dead center in Giles's living room, her legs dangling off the edge, feet swinging. "Didn't Joyce tell you? I already kicked that ass."

A wave of surprise and relief swept through the room.

"I feel a high five coming on…" Xander smiled.

Willow looked to her best friend. "Where is she?"

Faith smiled, "Going to the big house. Cops took her off my hands about an hour ago. Poetic justice."

"How's that?" Anya asked.

Faith faltered for a second before she bounced back. "Well, she did all those crimes, and now she's being arrested… I guess that just regular justice…. Anyway, it's cool. We can all cool our jets now."

Giles cleared his throat. "Unless I'm mistaken, Faith is no longer in police custody."

Faith leaped off the desk, less amused. "What're you talking about?"

Giles filled them in on the Watchers Council's most recent play to get the slayer in line, to which Faith scoffed. The Watchers Council wasn't exactly black ops, and if they tried, they tended to suck heavily at it.

"So the Watcher's Council has assassins on payroll? Sweet buncha guys." Faith tried not to look like she cared, but thoughts of her body being dragged off to places unknown irked her. She didn't really give a damn about what happened to Buffy.

"They've never had a contract on a human that I know of, but in the world of international sorcery, things get… complicated. It's not all pointy hats and purple cloaks, as I'm sure you well know," Giles explained.

"And they're taking her to England?" Faith asked.

The Watcher nodded. "It'll be a long long time before she returns - if she ever does at all."

She bust out laughing. She couldn't help it. It couldn't have gone better if she had dreamed of it. Little Miss Perfect was being shipped off to places unknown to be tortured or killed, never to see her life again while she got off free and clear. Everything she ever wanted.

She shook out of her fit of giggles, "I'm sorry… it's just, I'm happy… Faith is so evil, and evil is… wrong. I'm glad she's going. To England."

"Yeah, I hope they throw the book at her," Willow said angrily.

"I'm not sure there IS a book for something like this."

Willow thought for a second, "They could throw other things. Like a piano."

Faith stared at the redhead. "I forgot how much you don't like Faith."

"After what she's done to you? I just wish those council guys would give me an hour alone in the room with her… If I was larger and had grenades."

"I bet I know what Faith would say to that." She whipped out a big knife from Giles' desk and sunk it into Willow's heart, her eyes and mouth popping wide as she staggered away from Faith. Faith came at her stabbing her again and again - then she snapped out of her fantasy, a little startled from the thought and shook herself out of it to hear Anya and Giles arguing.

Willow looked over to see her best friend staring at her weirdly. "What's up?"

"I would never let her hurt you," she said, not quite sure if she was mocking the relationship Buffy had with her friend… or if it was something else.

Willow nodded, "I know."

They turned back to the trio talking about a romantic evening between Anya and Xander.

"We're going to light a bunch of candles and have sex near them." Anya said bluntly.

Faith chuckled, "Well we certainly don't want to cut into THAT seven minutes."

"Hey," Anya exclaimed.

Xander looked to Buffy, "I believe that's my 'hey'."

Faith threw her hands up, "Lighten up. We're out of danger, everything's good."

"We still have Adam to worry about." Giles said.

Faith nodded, "Yeah, Adam…" Who the hell was he talking about? "What's up with him?"

Giles sighed dejectedly, "I wish we knew. We still haven't gotten anything since our last encounter with him, but I fear he isn't going away anytime soon, and the Initiative probably has no idea what to do either."

"Yeah, well, don't sweat." Faith shrugged. This was too easy to play off. "I'll patrol tonight, as long as it takes. You guys have your fun. I'll be out there, doing my job."

"Maybe you could ask Dean to patrol with you." Willow suggested.

Faith nodded, trying to put the name to the face. "Dean..." she said quietly.

"Yeah," Xander said, "Our resident demon hunter would love to get his hands on some demon action." He must've realized how that sounded because he started to stutter. "N-Not get his hands on as in 'I wanna sex you' get his hands on but the normal...touching for...hitting..."

Faith's eyebrows rose.

Xander shook his head, "I'm just gonna shut up now." He took a seat at Giles's desk and Anya patted his shoulder.

"Perhaps Willow is right Buffy," Giles began. "Dean has become helpful in this situation. You said yourself that he held his own against Adam, as best as anyone could. His methods may be questionable as well as are his reasons for even being in Sunnydale, but I can't deny that another hunter in the mix would be helpful. Someone to watch your back."

Faith nodded, playing along. "Yeah, totally. I'll head out and see if I can find him."

Willow spoke up, "Didn't he say he was going to be at the Bronze tonight?"

"Right…." she trailed off, turning to Giles. "Don't worry about me. I'll be out there, kick butt and… doing my job. You can count on me."

Loud rock blasted through the Bronze, engulfing the patrons currently partying the night away. The dance floor was packed to capacity, the life flowing from all corners of the club as men and women gyrated on each other. Easy pickings for the vampires frequenting the bar tonight, but Faith didn't have a care in the world. Her head flew from side to side as she danced to the music, her eyes finally landing on the outer layer of the bar.

She scanned the room, trying to find the hunter the Scooby gang had talked about. She assumed it was the guy she saw the other night when she was looking in the window- the one who wasn't being sat on by Buffy.

Her eyes landed on a figure at the bar, clad in brown leather and torn jeans. Faith eyed the hunky piece of meat that must be Dean Winchester as he sat at the bar, hunched over, nursing a beer. She hadn't met him yet, but she had no doubt who he was. You could spot a hunter a mile away in their line of work. Her only question was why Buffy hadn't gone for this guy instead of the farm boy.

But then again she didn't expect anything less from Miss Goody-Two-Shoes.

She turned her focus back to the guy's currently dry humping - or whatever they considered dancing- her new body as Dean got up from his spot at the bar and turned toward the dance floor.

It must've been by pure coincidence that he noticed her, but when he did, he had to do a double take. He felt like he must've been one too many drinks in because Buffy was dressed… well... edible. Not that she wasn't normally but she right then, she was nothing short of sinful, sex-on-legs.

Not normal Buffy.

He walked along the outer layer of the dance floor until he made it to the area below the stairs. She broke free of the horney douche's currently circling her and made her way over to him.

"Well what do we have here? Buffy Summers out on a school night?" Dean smirked.

Her gaze traveled up his body, as if she was sizing him up for a state dinner, causing a tightness to grow in his lower area.

She slowly slid up to him. "Aren't I usually?"

Dean chuckled, "Not unless there's some bad mojo going on. What? Are you tracking a bunch of biker vamps or something? Maybe that Faith chick?"

Faith froze at the comment only to jump quickly back into her Buffy facade. "Nope. Are you 'tracking' something?"

He shook his head, "No hunting tonight. Just a few drinks."

Faith sighed, glad she hadn't screwed the pooch on that one. "Dean, the drifter demon hunter, here to kill the big bad and save the day." She was confirming her own suspicions, but he seemed to take it as a question.

His brow furrowed, "Yeah...I guess…." he said slowly, "... but you know that."

She waved it off, "Well, duh."

His brows furrowed. She was acting weird. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," she said quickly, "Why? Do I not seem okay?" She hoped he didn't notice anything, but then again, if her friends hadn't noticed anything then she wasn't worried.

Dean stared at her. There was something but he just couldn't see what. "No. You're just not normally this carefree." He rubbed the back of his head. Definitely didn't want to piss her off, but hey what the hell. "You're usually-"

"-A stuck up tight-ass with no sense of fun," she said bluntly.

He snapped back, surprised. "Uh...yeah. Kind of. Sometimes."

"Cuz I could do anything I want and instead I just pout and whine, and feel the burden of slayerness? I mean, I could be rich. I could be famous. I could having anything..." she stepped closer to him, "...anyone."

Her voice dropped an octave lower - more seductive, hypnotic. "Even you."

She looked up into his green eyes, saddling up to him. Her fingers brushed his chest slowly. "Come on Dean, don't tell me you haven't thought about it."

He gulped, trying his best to keep his straight Winchester face. He was about to move away when her hand trailed lower.

"I could ride you at a gallop till your legs buckled and your eyes rolled up." She looked up at him beneath her thick lashes, "I've got muscles you've never even dreamed of." Her hand slid to his belt and she tilted her lips to a fraction of an inch from his, his breath hitching. "I could squeeze you till you popped like warm champagne and you'd beg me to hurt you just a little bit more."

Her fingers crawled up his chest to the back of his neck. "And you know why I don't?"

Dean swallowed hard, cocking his head a fraction of an inch. This wasn't normal for her- confusing to say the least. There was only that one time kiss in the clock tower and some intense near misses that she was steadily denying. And that kiss had been before the Riley dating train. She never went this far, wasn't this honest about her desires.

She tilted her head to his ear, her breath snaking its way up his neck. "Because it's wrong."

Her lips dragged down his face as she pulled back. Without hesitation she grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him to her. Their lips smacked together, smashing against each other like horny teenagers. She pulled back as quick as she started and smirked, a laugh erupting from her throat. She turned on her heel toward the bar, chuckling at his squirming and obvious shock.

Dean adjusted himself accordingly. He was aroused, there was no question of that, but there was something wrong with her.

Something was so very wrong.

Dean stayed at the Bronze watching Buffy the whole night. And this was like no Buffy he'd ever seen. Granted, he didn't know her that well, but he knew her well enough.

And this wasn't her.

She spent the night practically molesting every guy in the joint, cheering on a couple of meathead college guys who participated in a chugging contest and ignoring all signs of danger around her.

And then Willow showed up with her friend. He stood close enough to hear them without being seen and waited until Willow left to talk to her.

Willow was surprised to see him and a bit confused when he asked her to point out the vamp Buffy still hadn't dusted. When Willowo got Buffy to go outside he saw her dust the vamp and tell the girl to pretty much suck it up when he stopped her.

"What do you want Dean?" she said flippantly. "I'm not really in the mood for foreplay."

He shrugged and chuckled as she confirmed his suspicions. "Just wondering what the hell you are."

She faltered a step before replacing her expression with one of confusion. "What ever do you mean? I'm a Slayer, you know that."

"That's not what I'm saying. I don't know who... or what you are, but you're not Buffy. So where is she?"

Her coy smile turned into a sneer as she started clapping slowly. "Bravo. You know, you're the only one who noticed anything. Her friends were fooled easily enough."

They began to circle each other.

"Where is she?" Dean asked, palming the gun at his side.

She shrugged, "Probably half way to London by now." A look of panic must've crossed his face because she started laughing. "Wow. You're a piece of work you know that?"

He slowly removed his gun and pointed it at her, "Oh yeah? Why's that?"

"You're a horrible actor," she smiled, "No one else noticed but you. Someone's got the hots for a certain blonde slayer. Too bad she doesn't go for the bad boys. That's more my type."

"And what can I call you?"

She shrugged placing her hands on her hips, "The best sex you'll never have."

He chuckled and shook his head, "No thanks. I like my women a little less batshit crazy." That's when it clicked. The clothes. The attitude. The slutiness. He sighed, wondering how he didn't figure it out sooner, "You must be Faith."

She didn't say anything. And then she kicked the gun out of his hands. He rushed her and she kicked him in the stomach causing him to stumble back. When he straightened back up, he tossed a punch only to have her deflect it and grab his arm to flip him on his back. He groaned from the impact and looked up as Faith pinned him with her foot.

"I didn't lie when I said I was a Slayer. At least the last guy that loved her could make me work a little." She kicked him in the head knocking him out. "Pathetic." She dragged him behind a dumpster. By the time he woke up tomorrow, she'd be gone anyway.

When Dean woke up he was covered in garbage baking from the California sun. He wiped off the remnants of last nights ass kicking he would never tell anyone about before he ran to his car and hauled ass to Giles's house. He barely parked her before booking it down the stairs and bursting into Giles's apartment.

Giles walked out from the hallway, his eyes instantly landing on a very soiled Dean. "Umm... can I help you?"

"Buffy isn't Buffy," he said.

"Excuse me?" Giles' eyes raked over the hunter, taking in his ragged appearance and what he swore was an old piece of lettuce hanging off his shoulder. "What happened to you?"

Dean shook his head. "Buffy happened… or… not Buffy technically, Faith I'm guessing."

"Faith escaped and threw you in a dumpster?"

He nodded. "I mean no. Faith didn't escape. She's inside Buffy."

Giles tried to make sense of the hunter but before he got another word out, the door busted open revealing a brunette Slayer. Giles took a step back while Dean didn't really move. He'd never actually seen Faith.

"Giles," Buffy in Faith's body moved further into the room. Giles mumbled and slowly inched toward the hall. Buffy held up her hands at her watcher. "Don't move."

He went still.

"Okay. Giles. Listen to me very carefully. I'm not Faith."

"Really? Because the resemblance is striking," he muttered, inching slowly toward the hall again.

"I know. Giles, you just have to - stop inching. You were inching," Buffy said.

Giles shook his head about to retort that he wasn't when Dean spoke up. "She's Buffy."

Buffy turned toward Dean in surprise. "You know? How do you know?"

"I had my own little introduction to Faith last night, but she looked a helluva lot like you." He turned to Giles. "This is what I've been trying to tell you."

Giles stared at the slayer trying to see what Dean was seeing. "How-"

"Faith had some homing device and when we fought she switched our bodies. Giles, I swear it's me," she implored. She figured out of everyone one of her friends someone would've noticed the difference between her and Faith, but even the people closest to her didn't see it. Her eyes landed on Dean, a rushing feeling setting up shop in her stomach, or Faith's stomach technically. He didn't seem to need convincing.

"Okay. Um… you have a girlfriend named Olivia and you haven't had a job since we blew up the school, which is a valid lifestyle choice. I mean, it's not like you're a slacker type or anything." She noticed him shuffle, getting slightly annoyed so she switched gears. "Oh! When I had psychic power I heard my Mom think you were like a stevedore during sex. Do you want me to keep going?"

Giles looked uncomfortable as Dean started chuckling. "Actually I beg you to stop."

"What's a stevedore?"

Dean was still chuckling, "Dude, her mom? Really?"

"All right. Let's… I want you to explain everything."

Buffy let out a sigh of relief, her eyes softening at her watcher finally believing her. "After Giles. Faith is out there wearing my skin. She could be halfway around the world by now."

"Yes, of course. Just let me- " he was cut off when Willow and Tara bust through the door. Willow gasped in surprise at the sight of her friend. Buffy went in for damage control when Willow stopped her and told her she already knew.

Her explanation of how she came to the right conclusion and the introduction of Tara lead them into the remedy for the current predicament before a phone call cut in from Xander. A news report was on about a group of assailants who barricaded themselves in the church and took hostages.

Dean and Buffy were already gearing up by the time the rest of the gang caught up. They made their way out of the apartment to the council van that Buffy had commandeered and piled in the back, with Giles driving.

The van swerved to avoid the other drivers, the back shaking the passengers sitting on the metal floor. Dean was checking his guns for full clips while Buffy sat across from him. Willow and Tara were near the front, a couple of feet away from the two fighters.

Buffy had her legs pulled up to her chest, fiddling with her stake as she stared over at Dean. "How did you know?"His green eyes snapped up to hers in question. "That Faith wasn't me. How did you know?"

His gaze returned to his gun, loading the full clip in before placing it at his side where it always lay. His eyes traveled to their companions, who were staring out the front of the van navigating through town, before returning back to Buffy. "She kissed me."

Her shock turned to anger as the thought of Faith using her body like that came to mind. She'd always had a thing for toying with the men in her life , especially her boyfriends even though Dean wasn't one. Faith still had to mess with him though.

"Oh," she muttered, not really knowing what else to say. She tried to not think about what else Faith did in the last 24 hours with her body. He nodded, staring her down. "And that was enough for you to notice?"

"It was part of it. There were other things - her attitude, the way she dressed, the fact that she was practically mauling every guy in the club." She nodded, taking it all in. When he noticed her not saying anything, he spoke up again. "The kiss was her mistake though."

She looked at him in question.

"I've kissed you before Buffy." His memory flashed to the night the Gentlemen were in town and so did hers - their one and only kiss before she attached herself to Riley. The one that she conveniently forgot since they'd been working together, he thought. "I knew it wasn't you."

His gaze held hers for a moment, but it seemed like longer. She was the one who finally broke it, leaning her head in the cove between her arms resting on her knees and her torso. Her eyes closed, a deep breath dragging into her lungs.

Dean focused on the slayer in front of him as her head fell. He didn't know the Faith backstory but he had no doubt that the body switch dredged up some old memories of the conflict between her and Faith, not to the mention the consequences of Faith's escapades when she got her body back.

He broke his eye line, turning to the front of the van. He noticed Willow's head turned slightly in their direction, and he got the distinct feeling that the best friend had been listening from the small smile gracing her lips. He wasn't sure though whether that smile was for her best friend or his answer.

The van jerked to a stop. The back doors opened and the four inside flowed out only to be stopped by the sergeant in charge of the operation. Buffy threw Giles a look and he took over the distraction technique, waving his hands crazily in the air. She and Dean slipped to the side, looking for another way in. They arrived at a hallway leading into the church to see Riley facing off with one of the vamps and kicking it into the sunlight.

Riley stood up, hunching over as if in pain and Buffy ran up, throwing her arms around him. "Riley."

He pried her arms off him politely. "It's okay miss. You just get out of harm's way."

"Riley, it's me. It's - nevermind. How many are in there?"

"Well," he started before he realized he had no idea who this person was. "Who are you?" Dean took that moment to step up to them and Riley looked over at him questioningly. "Dean, what're you doing here?"

"She's Buffy." Riley didn't seem to understand. "The other slayer, Faith, switched bodies with her about two days ago."

A flash of realization and panic crossed his features before a mask quickly took over. But Dean had caught it. There was something there and he had the sinking feeling it wasn't good. Before Riley could say anything else Buffy took off into the church. Dean stepped up to Riley fixing him with a glare and followed her in.

He took in the disarray of the church - the pews busted, dust covering the floor, which he could only guess were the vamps that'd been dusted - until his eyes landed on the two figures in the front. Faith was slamming her own head into the floor before Buffy pulled back and threw her hand into Faith's hand for the katra spell to take hold. A green glow shot out of their clasped hands and Buffy's body fell back against the step next to the altar.

Dean ran up to her as Faith straightened from her spot on the floor and ran from the church. Buffy was clutching her chest, dazed from the switch when Dean threw an arm around her shoulders, pulling her from the floor. He ducked his head to look her in the eyes, his hand finding its way to her cheek and the other stroking her hair. "Buffy? You okay?"

She looked up at him, slowly coming back to reality. She nodded. Dean let out a sigh of relief, pulling her into his arms and resting his head atop her. She clutched hers fingers around his back, traveling up his spine beneath his jacket.

A minute passed, cementing Buffy back into reality. She took a deep breath, inhaling Dean when her nose scrunched up.

"Dean?" He 'hmmn'd' in response. "You reek."

A bark of laughter shot from his throat. He pulled back from her, gracing her with a smile. "I'll explain later."

She nodded and pulled away, turning to walk out of the church. He followed close behind her, making their way to her friends outside.

It was over.

The sun started setting on Sunnydale, it's glow diminishing and making room for the night to take over. The gang had gone their separate ways after the debacle at the church. Dean chose to take off with a shower in mind after the gang all decided to comment on his odor. Buffy left with Riley to his dorm. After a shower and change of clothes, a phone call to Giles confirmed what she already knew - Faith was long gone. She expected nothing less. The girl was made for running.

Riley sat in the chair across from her place on his bed. The blonde clicked the 'end' button on the phone, placing it on the bed.

"She's gone. Not a trace. Giles says the Council guys have cleared out too."

Riley leaned forward on his knees. "I don't understanding. How could she have…. I mean, how is it even possible?"

"Magic."

Riley sighed. "I knew there was something… I should have picked up on it, I should have just -" His voice trailed off, speaking volumes of truth he wasn't ready to admit to her yet. But he didn't need to say a word.

Buffy's mind immediately connected the dots. The look at the church when Dean said she was Buffy came to mind, coupled with the look of regret and guilt he was wearing now. "You slept with her."

Riley's head snapped to hers. "I slept with you."

She looked at the bed, standing suddenly - not wanting to be touching it anymore. Her legs took her over to the window, arms crossed as disgust filled her entire body.

Riley continued to speak. "Man would I like to get my hands on her…" He backtracked, realizing what he said. "But not in a sex way…"

Buffy didn't turn back to him. "I don't think she's coming back."

"I guess she had her fun," he muttered.

She nodded, "Yeah… fun…"

The pit that was currently forming in her stomach continued to grow, nearly swallowing her. She fought down the urge to throw up. The thoughts of Riley and Faith having sex clouded her mind, pulling her into a whirlwind of anger and revulsion.

She rushed to the door. "I gotta go."

Before he could stop her she was walked into the encroaching night. Storm clouds rolled in, plunging the town into a downpour moments later.

Buffy walked for hours, ignoring the looks from the townsfolk taking refuge below the awnings of stores and porches. She walked through the streets, the neighborhoods and the cemeteries, begging something to jump out at her. That would be too easy though. It was as if the supernatural world knew not to mess with her tonight since she didn't encounter a single baddie as she walked. She knew it was the constant downpour of rain - even monsters hated getting drenched - but she chocked it up to the universe screwing her over again.

Her mind remained on the heartache inhabiting her chest. Tears didn't seem to want to flow at the thoughts - just anger. 'There was no going back now' she thought. The line was already crossed; the damage done. Riley couldn't tell the difference between her and the psychopath inhabiting her body.

And he slept with her.

His shame had filled his room before she tore out of there a couple of hours ago, but she didn't care. The fact that he couldn't tell only angered her more. The man who claimed to love her, who she thought she might've loved as well, betrayed her.

She immediately thought of Dean. The drifter, a man she had only known a short time and had fought by her side, knew that there was something wrong. They weren't even friends, just comrades in the battle against evil, but everyone who was close to her couldn't tell and he did.

She wondered how that was even possible. She couldn't fathom the thought and before she realized it, she was standing in front of his hotel door, drenched to the bone.

Her hand raised to knock on the worn brown door that had paint chipping from years of wear, and then she waited. There was shuffling inside before the lock turned and the door whipped open, light spilling out toward her. He stood in the doorway dressed in his worn down jeans, biker boots and black T-shirt with a gray flannel, no longer smelling like rotting trash.

"Buffy?" he asked surprise obviously filling his voice. "What're you doing here?"

It only took her a split second to decide. Or maybe the decision was made before she even showed up. She didn't know she would be here when she'd left Riley's earlier, but the moment she saw him- she just knew.

She stepped forward and firmly planted her lips on his.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, fingers pushing into his hair as she pulled him closer. She could feel the surprise radiate through his body, after all, they'd never done anything like this together. But that didn't stop her now.

He reached behind her, shoving the door closed and wrapped his arms around her back. They moved further into the dingy hotel room, their lips never separating. She pushed his flannel off his shoulders and pulled the black shirt over his head, running her hands down his hard naked chest.

His fingers curled into her drenched golden hair, his lips trailing to her neck. Her mouth opened a fraction, a moan escaping as he nibbled on the curve of her shoulder. His hands moved down to her waist, grasping the hem of her white sweater and peeling it off her body.

His eyes raked over her torso, her black bra pushing up her breasts. His lips moved to the tops of them above the bra, sucking on the skin before moving up to her neck again.

God, he wanted this. Weeks of sparring with her, fighting with her. Every movement of her body near his put him in a frenzy he hadn't quite admitted to himself. Now she was here. She wanted this too.

Thoughts of the past couple days and the ordeal she went through crossed his mind before he pushed it back. He picked her up and she automatically wrapped her legs around his waist before he placed her on the rickety old motel table. Their lips moved vigorously against each other's as her hands wrapped around him running down his back. He reached down between them to the button of her jeans to flick them open. She lifted her hips so he could slide them down her smooth legs, and her lustful eyes sought his. He gazed up at her as his mouth trailed kisses down her bare abdomen while his hands removed her jeans completely, tossing them to the floor.

A groan escaped her lips as she laid back- her breathing heavy due to his ministrations. Small mewls of pleasure escaped her when his tongue licked from her navel to her breasts. His lips found hers again and she raised up to meet him. Her hands went to his body only to be curled with his and placed above her head. His fingers laced with hers as he pinned them above her head.

She met him kiss for kiss.

The pressure between her legs got almost too hard to bear and the feeling of his skin against hers didn't help either. His actions only confirmed what she already knew - he wanted her. And she wasn't fighting it for once.

She was yanked out of her musings when Dean's lips disconnected from hers. She opened her eyes only to gaze into his. His hands were no longer laced with hers and he was propped up searching her face for something. Buffy sat up causing him to move into a standing position in front of her from her spot on the table. She was clad in only her black lace underwear but he was still in his jeans.

"What?" she asked, "What's wrong?"

Dean didn't know why he was second guessing. He had no clue why he was stopping himself from getting laid since it'd never happened before. Then again, he was never friends with a girl before - not really. And none of his one nighters were Buffy either.

He took a step back, "Buffy I-"

"No. No." She hopped off the table. "Don't think. Don't think." Her hands grabbed his and placed them on her sides before she skimmed her lips over his. "Kiss me." Kiss. "Touch me." She pushed her lips to his. "Just give in."

It didn't take much convincing before his fingers tightened on her sides and he smashed his lips into hers. She reached between them, flicking the buttons of his jeans open and pushing them down. He stepped out of them, picking her up and placed her on the bed. His fingers found the clasp of her bra, discarding it quickly. His hands ghosted down to her panties and he slid them off too.

She was pulled into a sitting position as he kissed her cupping her face. She reached down and pushed the black boxer briefs down his legs. They both broke apart to gaze at the other's well-toned body. After a minute of silence and lustful gazes Buffy scooted up toward the head of the bed to which Dean followed, crawling over her. She laid down looking up at him and pulled him back down to her lips. He reached over to his pants and grabbed the foil packed, ripping it open and rolling it on.

His body found its place between her legs, settling in for the long haul they both desperately wanted. His lips hit hers the same second he pushed himself in – a gasp escaping her mouth into his.

Stomach to stomach.

Breasts to chest.

Lips to lips.

Their pace increased rapidly. Grunts filled the room. Buffy dragged her nails down his chiseled back inciting a strangled groan from him. She had no doubt she drew blood. A small part of her found satisfaction that she had marked him.

She pushed him backwards changing positions so she was straddling him and kissing down his chest. He looked down at her as she made her way back up to his lips. Buffy pulled him into a sitting position moving up and down on him, her arms wrapping around his shoulders while his rested around her slick back.

She rotated her hips on him, throwing her head back in ecstasy as he trailed his lips along her neck, latching on when he hit his peak as well. They continued to move together, coming down from their highs as they kissed slowly.

She rolled off him after they fell back onto the bed, their breaths were labored as they came down for their orgasms. She glanced over at him, noticing one of his trademark smirks forming on his lips.

"Wow." Dean stated simply. And wasn't that a boost to her ego.

She breathed heavily, chuckling, "Yeah."

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