Buffy sucked in a sharp breath as Dean removed the rest of her clothing, pausing a moment to meet his eyes. Goosebumps rippled over her skin, not from the chill of the room, but from the suddenly nervous tension she felt. Here she was, sitting before him at her most vulnerable. But, she wasn't self-conscious, quite the opposite. She felt confident and couldn't wait to experience that ultimate closeness with him.
She smiled to him before gently taking his hands and pulling him with her as she moved back on the bed. She hoped that would cure any question in his mind of whether she was ready or truly wanted this. Because she sure as hell did. Her hands moved to his back as she resumed her passionate, yet rough kisses, pulling him close.