Dean wished he could just take this the way he normally would. Getting lucky when getting lucky had been the last thing on his mind. But he couldn’t. because at the back of his mind was the knowledge that this was more than just a one night stand. At the risk f sounding like a cheap romance novel, there was something special about Buffy. The thought of walking away from her in the morning appalled him…something that had never really bothered him in the past. He knew thought that finally, someone had gotten under his skin and it felt good.
He rolled them over again and looked up at her. His hands moved up and down her thighs, relishing the feel of her soft skin under his fingers. He wanted to kiss her and hold her and touch her, feel her closer to him again, but he needed to look at her even more. Pushing his hips up at hers drew a groan out of him with every thrust. To his shock, he knew this wasn’t going to last long. Dean quite prided himself of his self-control but with Buffy, it seemed to have deserted him. His bit his lip, trying to distract himself, wanting to make the best he could for her…but it was no good. He was already past the point of no return.