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blue_bells» Title: Double or Nothing
» Fandom: Supernatural, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel the Series
» Warnings: Crossover
» Pairing(s)/Characters: Dean/Buffy/Angel
» Summary: Dean wants to take his new friend home, but there's a catch.
» A/N: Originally written here for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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She smiles and sliding the lollipop from between her lips, she bows her head and sways to the bar’s music.
Dean is transfixed by this gorgeous girl, her blond hair and bright eyes, who introduced herself as Buffy when he bought her a drink. She looked him over, smiled and as the night went on, she laughed. Eventually she stood from her stool at the bar and asked him to dance.
Dean doesn’t dance, but Buffy had just cocked her head with a smile and decided she would dance for him instead.
With a lollipop. Jesus Christ.
Sitting back on his bar stool, she’s close enough to touch. The idea must be clear in his eyes because Buffy grins, takes the lollipop between her teeth again and slings a knee over his hip, gliding into his lap. Dean grips her thighs with a smile, but he can tell she’s not having any trouble keeping herself upright, her muscles cord tightly under his hands.
Buffy pulls the lollipop out with flourish and he can smell the sugar-sweet cherry on her lips.
“So, Dean, expecting to get lucky tonight?”
Dean smirks, “That’s really up to you.”
Buffy glances to the side with a sheepish look lacking any real regret, “Well, there’s a catch.”
Dean startles, back going stiff, when another man materialises out of nowhere and presses himself against Buffy’s back. He fits the tall, dark and handsome criteria into that simple leather duster and the smile he exchanges with Buffy is secret and familiar
“Hey, Buffy,” The man says, winding his arms around her waist.
“Hey, you,” Buffy covers the hands clasped at her belly with one of her own and leans up into a long, open-mouthed kiss that is painfully slow for the man sitting beneath it all.
Dean feels pretty weirded out playing the role of their couch. He clears his throat politely and gives Buffy’s knee a friendly pat.
When they pull apart with an audible smack of moisture, the guy blinks at him in confusion.
“Look, I should probably be going, I can see you two will want to keep each other company—“
“What are you talking about?” The guy asks and nudges Dean’s knees with his. Buffy sways with the movement, she’s still smiling. “Don’t you want to taste her?”
Buffy climbs higher up Dean's lap when the man leans a hand against the bar at Dean’s shoulder. She pops the lollipop back in with relish, making his stomach flip.
Dean thinks he’s finally going to taste the cherry on her lips when her boyfriend takes Dean’s chin in hand and pulls him in for a kiss instead.
Dean startles, because -- it’s… God. His tongue.
He tastes the cherries after all.
When he pulls back Dean tries to follow him, not thinking twice about it.
The man’s hand squeezes the back of Dean’s neck affectionately before he pulls back with a smile and Buffy clears her throat.
“So, this is the catch: Angel here is my boyfriend. We think we’d like to take you home, but it’s either both of us or neither of us,” Buffy searches his face earnestly and squeezes the hand on her thigh, “What do you say, Dean?”
Dean drags his eyes from Angel back to her and the cherry gloss on her lips.
“Uh… hell yes?”
» Fandom: Supernatural, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel the Series
» Warnings: Crossover
» Pairing(s)/Characters: Dean/Buffy/Angel
» Summary: Dean wants to take his new friend home, but there's a catch.
» A/N: Originally written here for
karahalliwell in comment_fic.She smiles and sliding the lollipop from between her lips, she bows her head and sways to the bar’s music.
Dean is transfixed by this gorgeous girl, her blond hair and bright eyes, who introduced herself as Buffy when he bought her a drink. She looked him over, smiled and as the night went on, she laughed. Eventually she stood from her stool at the bar and asked him to dance.
Dean doesn’t dance, but Buffy had just cocked her head with a smile and decided she would dance for him instead.
With a lollipop. Jesus Christ.
Sitting back on his bar stool, she’s close enough to touch. The idea must be clear in his eyes because Buffy grins, takes the lollipop between her teeth again and slings a knee over his hip, gliding into his lap. Dean grips her thighs with a smile, but he can tell she’s not having any trouble keeping herself upright, her muscles cord tightly under his hands.
Buffy pulls the lollipop out with flourish and he can smell the sugar-sweet cherry on her lips.
“So, Dean, expecting to get lucky tonight?”
Dean smirks, “That’s really up to you.”
Buffy glances to the side with a sheepish look lacking any real regret, “Well, there’s a catch.”
Dean startles, back going stiff, when another man materialises out of nowhere and presses himself against Buffy’s back. He fits the tall, dark and handsome criteria into that simple leather duster and the smile he exchanges with Buffy is secret and familiar
“Hey, Buffy,” The man says, winding his arms around her waist.
“Hey, you,” Buffy covers the hands clasped at her belly with one of her own and leans up into a long, open-mouthed kiss that is painfully slow for the man sitting beneath it all.
Dean feels pretty weirded out playing the role of their couch. He clears his throat politely and gives Buffy’s knee a friendly pat.
When they pull apart with an audible smack of moisture, the guy blinks at him in confusion.
“Look, I should probably be going, I can see you two will want to keep each other company—“
“What are you talking about?” The guy asks and nudges Dean’s knees with his. Buffy sways with the movement, she’s still smiling. “Don’t you want to taste her?”
Buffy climbs higher up Dean's lap when the man leans a hand against the bar at Dean’s shoulder. She pops the lollipop back in with relish, making his stomach flip.
Dean thinks he’s finally going to taste the cherry on her lips when her boyfriend takes Dean’s chin in hand and pulls him in for a kiss instead.
Dean startles, because -- it’s… God. His tongue.
He tastes the cherries after all.
When he pulls back Dean tries to follow him, not thinking twice about it.
The man’s hand squeezes the back of Dean’s neck affectionately before he pulls back with a smile and Buffy clears her throat.
“So, this is the catch: Angel here is my boyfriend. We think we’d like to take you home, but it’s either both of us or neither of us,” Buffy searches his face earnestly and squeezes the hand on her thigh, “What do you say, Dean?”
Dean drags his eyes from Angel back to her and the cherry gloss on her lips.
“Uh… hell yes?”
