Dean Petrado (dean_petrado) wrote in chaostheory_rpg, @ 2010-02-07 02:03:00 |
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Who: Buffy & Dean
When: Week Eight, Monday; Night
Where: Castle Hotel
Status: Closed, but Active
The elevator seemed to take forever to reach their floor, and while Dean was glad it wasn’t one of those awful ones that left your stomach on the ground floor and made you sick, the closeness of the small car wasn’t doing wonders for his self control. Yes, Buffy was special and there was no need to rush this, but that didn’t stop his growing arousal. He’d been feeling like this pretty much from the moment he’d met her. Knowing that she felt the same didn’t do anything to help calm him down either!
Finally, a soft sound let them know they’d reached their floor and the doors glided silently open. The corridor in front of them was long, carpeted in the same deep red as the lobby. There were only a few doors on this floor and Dean was glad of that. The privacy would be nice. He took her hand again, leading her down the hallway, checking the numbers on the doors. Theirs was right at the end and he fumbled with the key…a real key, not one of those plastic keycards he was used to…dropping it three times before he managed to get it turned in the lock. This was so stupid! He just didn’t get why he was so nervous. Or maybe he did and that was the whole problem. Dean had always wondered if there would be s girl in his life that he’d want to settle down with. And had decided years ago that there never would be. Not in this life. It was far too dangerous. But then he’d met Buffy…was it really only a few hours ago?...and suddenly everything was changing. He was jumping the gun, he knew that, but he couldn’t ever remember being affected by a girl in this way.
Shaking his head at his own dumb behaviour, he pushed open the door, letting out a low whistle when he saw the room. This hotel obviously believed in giving you what you paid for. He turned to Buffy and slipped an arm around her waist. “This do you for the night?”