Post by IceBlueRose on Mar 28, 2009 2:28:04 GMT -5
Title: Maybe
Rating: R
Pairing: Buffy/Sam
Word Count: 581
Spoilers: Buffy - season 6. SPN - the end of season 3.
Warnings: AU for what happened in the months between seasons 3 & 4 for SPN.
Summary: He doesn't love her but sometimes, she thinks she loves him.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything associated with Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Supernatural. They belong to Joss Whedon and Eric Kripke.
Maybe
They met because of a demon.
Maybe Buffy should’ve known that it wasn’t going to be a good relationship because of that but she’d seen something in Sam that night. Just a glimpse but it’d been enough.
That glimpse was her proof that Sam had once been something more than just a hunter. That he’d once cared about something other than where to find the next demon, the next hunt.
Her back slammed against the wall and she let her eyes fall closed and her head fall back so that her neck was completely exposed.
Sam’s hands gripped her waist and she reveled in the fact that his grip was hard enough to leave bruises. She knew that they’d fade by the next day but she didn’t care. The idea of being marked hadn’t appealed to her in the past but damn if she didn’t find the idea of Sam leaving his mark on her to be a complete turn on.
His mouth moved over her neck and she used his shoulders to lift herself up, wrapping her legs around his waist. She rolled her hips against his and moaned when his hips bucked against hers.
It was never gentle between the two of them. Instead it was always hard and fast, even a bit violent.
Buffy scratched her nails down Sam’s back, hard enough to draw blood. The action was enough to cause Sam to pull back long enough to practically rip her shirt off.
“Third shirt this week,” she breathed out as his mouth moved lower.
“Bill me,” he muttered against her skin. She laughed and tilted her head, watching the way the shirt fell to the floor.
His hand slid inside her jeans, cupping her. She arched her back, pressing closer, silently demanding.
Sam curved his fingers, rubbing her through the material of her underwear before he pushed them to the side and slid his fingers in her.
“Harder.”
It didn’t take long for him to strip off her jeans and tug off her underwear, the thin material ripping beneath his fingers. Buffy groaned, practically ripping open Sam’s jeans. She shoved at them, using her feet to push the jeans lower until she could push at his boxers as well.
Sam swore as he thrust into her and she clenched around him, stretching up to tug at his earlobe with her teeth.
She knew he didn’t love her. There were days where she wondered if she loved him and there were days that she swore she did. There were days where she swore all she wanted was to be with him.
And then there were days where she knew what they were doing wasn’t good for either of them. She should know. She’d done it once before after all.
The irony of it all hadn’t escaped her. The fact that she was now in a relationship, if it could even be called that, that was so much like the one she’d had with Spike was something she had thought about. It hadn’t escaped her notice that she was in Spike’s position this time.
She knew what Sam was doing, knew he was using her to forget what had happened to his brother. And she knew that he’d continue using her even as it destroyed him inside.
She’d been there after all.
Maybe in another life, they’d have had a different relationship.
Maybe in another life, at another time, they’d have met differently.
Maybe he’d have loved her.
Maybe.
Rating: R
Pairing: Buffy/Sam
Word Count: 581
Spoilers: Buffy - season 6. SPN - the end of season 3.
Warnings: AU for what happened in the months between seasons 3 & 4 for SPN.
Summary: He doesn't love her but sometimes, she thinks she loves him.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything associated with Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Supernatural. They belong to Joss Whedon and Eric Kripke.
Maybe
They met because of a demon.
Maybe Buffy should’ve known that it wasn’t going to be a good relationship because of that but she’d seen something in Sam that night. Just a glimpse but it’d been enough.
That glimpse was her proof that Sam had once been something more than just a hunter. That he’d once cared about something other than where to find the next demon, the next hunt.
Her back slammed against the wall and she let her eyes fall closed and her head fall back so that her neck was completely exposed.
Sam’s hands gripped her waist and she reveled in the fact that his grip was hard enough to leave bruises. She knew that they’d fade by the next day but she didn’t care. The idea of being marked hadn’t appealed to her in the past but damn if she didn’t find the idea of Sam leaving his mark on her to be a complete turn on.
His mouth moved over her neck and she used his shoulders to lift herself up, wrapping her legs around his waist. She rolled her hips against his and moaned when his hips bucked against hers.
It was never gentle between the two of them. Instead it was always hard and fast, even a bit violent.
Buffy scratched her nails down Sam’s back, hard enough to draw blood. The action was enough to cause Sam to pull back long enough to practically rip her shirt off.
“Third shirt this week,” she breathed out as his mouth moved lower.
“Bill me,” he muttered against her skin. She laughed and tilted her head, watching the way the shirt fell to the floor.
His hand slid inside her jeans, cupping her. She arched her back, pressing closer, silently demanding.
Sam curved his fingers, rubbing her through the material of her underwear before he pushed them to the side and slid his fingers in her.
“Harder.”
It didn’t take long for him to strip off her jeans and tug off her underwear, the thin material ripping beneath his fingers. Buffy groaned, practically ripping open Sam’s jeans. She shoved at them, using her feet to push the jeans lower until she could push at his boxers as well.
Sam swore as he thrust into her and she clenched around him, stretching up to tug at his earlobe with her teeth.
She knew he didn’t love her. There were days where she wondered if she loved him and there were days that she swore she did. There were days where she swore all she wanted was to be with him.
And then there were days where she knew what they were doing wasn’t good for either of them. She should know. She’d done it once before after all.
The irony of it all hadn’t escaped her. The fact that she was now in a relationship, if it could even be called that, that was so much like the one she’d had with Spike was something she had thought about. It hadn’t escaped her notice that she was in Spike’s position this time.
She knew what Sam was doing, knew he was using her to forget what had happened to his brother. And she knew that he’d continue using her even as it destroyed him inside.
She’d been there after all.
Maybe in another life, they’d have had a different relationship.
Maybe in another life, at another time, they’d have met differently.
Maybe he’d have loved her.
Maybe.