Divided Loyalties- Story 3 {BtVS/Supernatural}

8. Touch of Heaven

A/N: Characters aren't mine! song used is Touch of Heaven by Richard Marx which I also don't own...not the actual rights anyway, I do own a cd with the song on it however lol This chapter was longer with more detail but obviously I had to shorten it :( 

Dean followed Buffy up the stairs to her room, brimming with primal need, blind to everything else. Once inside, he shut the door forcefully and braced her desk chair under the handle to prevent any interruptions. She spun to face him and he crossed the room in two strides, pinning her back against the wall. He caged her in with his arms, effectively blocking her escape. His eyes were dark with want and Buffy gulped at their intensity.

“Dean, what are you—,” she began but the rest of her question was swallowed as he slanted his mouth across hers, hungrily claiming her lips. She put a hand on his chest and gripped a handful of his shirt when he didn’t budge and she felt her knees weaken as his tongue explored her mouth. One of his hands was removed from the wall to cradle her jaw and he tilted her head just so, angling it to give his mouth better access and she gave as well as she got. His tongue lashed over hers and he grabbed her jean-clad hip in his bruising grasp, his fingers digging into her skin.

His kiss was almost punishing, his hold allowed no room for movement. He didn’t care if he was being too rough, she was a Slayer, and she could handle it after all. He was determined to drown the image of Angel and her from his possessive mind and she wasn’t complaining. Not that he’d have listened anyway, but still. She was his, dammit and he wasn’t giving her up to some undead bastard who should have stayed in Hell.

He kept up his slow torture until he couldn’t take anymore, his grip tightening on her hands and making her gasp as they tumbled over the edge together. Her mossy green eyes met his husky ones and he said the words that were dancing on his tongue and in his mind. “I love you, Buffy. God, I love you.”

Dean was jerked out of his dream by the sound of his alarm clock and he bolted awake, his eyes adjusting to the light in the room. He looked around for the annoying contraption and smashed a hand over it, silencing the damned thing. He groaned when he realized it had all been a dream and that his pants were still tight. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, willing his heartbeat to slow, his head resting against the headboard as some shitty music played on the radio. His eyes snapped open and his teeth ground when the words to said song penetrated the fog in his mind.

‘Your eyes burn through me

oh, like a raging fire.

I fall blissfully

every time you say just one little word

you know it makes me crazy.

You ask way too much

oh, when you say that I can look but do not touch.

I have never wanted any other girl

the way I want you, baby.

I surrender to what I can’t control

drunk with desire, I opened up my soul.’

Dean got to his feet and started to gather a set of decent-looking clothes to wear over to Buffy’s. He spotted a note from Sam saying he’d gone to get coffee and donuts and would be back soon, with ‘Merry Christmas Dean!’ circled at the bottom. He smiled at his brother’s reminder and then glared at the radio, wondering if all the music players in this damned town were haunted or something.

‘You know I would go around the world, I’ll take you anywhere

oh, baby, anywhere

for a touch of heaven.

Tell me what you want, I’ll give you anything

oh, baby, everything

for a touch of heaven.

I have dreamed of this,

your body next to mine,

drowning in every kiss.

How I longed to find my one and only girl

and I found her in you, baby.

All I ever wanted is everything that you are

don’t leave me longing

be tender with my heart.'

Any other time he’d have thought it was a good song, it had a beat that screamed sensuality and the thought of Buffy swaying her hips made a flash of fire set in again. He headed for the bathroom after shooting the radio with his shotgun, silencing the cheeky machine.

He grinned in satisfaction at the mangled mess and went to go take a cold shower, finally happy he’d gotten payback. Take that you stupid bastards! he thought gleefully.

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A/N2: Hehe I know, I'm evil right? mwahaha