The Morning After.

Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all related characters are copyright Joss Whedon and ME. Supernatural and all related characters are copyright Eric Kripke, Kripke Enterprises & The CW Network. I make no profit from this fiction. All the characters herein belong in somebody else’s toy box. I just take them out to play once in a while.


The Morning After

Buffy stretched and rolled over, reaching out for the man she had shared her bed with last night, only to encounter cold sheets and thin air. Abruptly, she sat up, holding the sheet over her chest as a thin protection against the sudden cold seeping into her body.
Deep down she supposed she knew he wouldn’t be here in the morning, he very rarely was. The allure of the hunt far stronger than the charms she possessed. Besides, it was tradition for her to wake up alone wasn’t it?

Briefly, her mind flashed back to the night before. The knock at the door that followed the phone call, the tingling anticipation she had felt as she rushed to answer it and the way his cocky smile had taken her breath away. His eyes had raked over her body hungrily as if he was a starving man, she his last meal and as he had crossed the threshold and taken her into his arms, his kiss had electrified her very being.

Sighing, Buffy rose from the bed and headed for the shower. The water cascaded over her aching muscles, soothing the tension away even as it washed his scent from her skin. The soft vanilla scent of her shampoo filled the bathroom as it reminded her again of his words.

“Always smell so damn good Summers. I swear you get sweeter every time.” He had whispered as he had relieved her of her shirt and bra, whispering his sinful kisses all over her neck and breasts.
Nothing had been said after that, no sounds save for the breathless sighs, moans and whispered pleadings for more as he took them to the very highest of heights. Him perfectly fitted inside her, her toned body plastered against his muscular physique.

Stepping from the shower and toweling off, Buffy prepared herself for another day on the Hellmouth. Another long wait for his next call.
Then the jangling of her cell phone shook her from her thoughts. Glancing at the caller ID, Buffy smiled.
“Hello?”

“Summers, just realized. I forgot to tell you I love you,” came his slightly roughened voice.

As always, Buffy’s heart gave a little jump at his words. Softly she whispered, “I love you too Dean.” He’d be back next time he was in town.