Dean tightened his arm round her, pulling her a little closer. “Oh bet on the sequel sweetheart! Just how extended would you like?” His lips were brushing against her throat with every word…the tension between them almost visible. Dean was beginning to wish they weren’t going to a bar. He was wishing they were going somewhere an awful lot more private, but at the same time, he liked the idea of the tension building between them even more too. There was going to be hell to pay for this when the Council found out…and they would…and he was damned well determined to do something to warrant their displeasure. He’d turn his back on them if he had to, just like Buffy had and… He pulled himself up. He was getting ahead of himself here.
Maybe after an hour with him, Buffy would decide that she couldn’t stand the sight of him and never want to see him again. Maybe this was just all because things were so new here, and she was a celebrity in his circles. But he knew none of that was true. He was attracted to Buffy for just the opposite reasons. Being with her was new and exciting but at the same time, he felt as though he’d known her all his life. It kind of made his head spin a little. Give him books and research and downright evil creatures and he was fine. Put him in a situation like this and he didn’t know what to do with himself.
Sit back and enjoy it while it lasted was his only option. And he intended to make sure it lasted for a long time.