Wesley had almost expected her to say no. In fact, he had rather thought she would, but when she said sure and even kissed him again, he felt relief flood through him. He wasn't sure how he would have actually felt had she said no - he just knew that he wouldn't have liked it. He tried to tell himself that it was because he was just worried about her. He wasn't getting attached.
He wasn't.
"Food...yes...erm..." He wasn't sure what was actually in his cupboards at home and couldn't remember when he had actually gone shopping last. Perhaps they should stop through a drive-through on the way back to the flat.
He found himself watching her movements as she leant over to pick up their clothes. She was graceful and fluid, which obviously came from years of training as a Slayer.
The Council would have had his hide if he had still been a Watcher and they found out what they had just done.
But he wasn't a Watcher anymore, and he didn't have to abide by their rules. He and Buffy needed each other at the moment, so much so it seemed that he was starting to think that they're running into each other earlier hadn't been just a coincidence.
While Buffy packed, he quickly got dressed, pulling on his jeans and shirt before picking up his jacket and sliding it on. He checked his gun then held his hand out to her, indicating that he was ready to leave when she was. Together, they headed out to his Jeep.
Where she kissed him again once they were seated inside. He groaned slightly, wanting to pull her to him and lose himself inside her again. He couldn't believe that she actually wanted to be with him. Buffy Summers, with him.
"Then let's get home, shall we?" he replied with a soft smile before starting the Jeep and pulling out of the motel car park, heading back to his flat. Luckily, it didn't take long to get there, and soon he was pulling into his space outside.
Once they were upstairs, he opened the door to let her enter then grimaced when he saw all the books and papers strewn around the lounge. He had forgot how much of a mess he had left things.
"Erm...sorry about this. I haven't been much with keeping things straight recently."
When they stepped into the apartment, Buffy smirked at all the books and papers lying around. It reminded her of how cluttered Giles' apartment and the Magic Box had been. There was always books lying somewhere, opened to pages about demons and how to kill them. She was almost tempted to clean them up, but remembered Giles' rule about not touching another person's books and notes.
"It's of the good," Buffy said as she gave him a soft smile. "I'm used to see Giles' apartment like this. Well, before he moved back to England." She was still sore about being abandoned by her Watcher, and not having him there to guide her anymore. Buffy was sure she wouldn't be there if Giles was still in Sunnydale.
Looking at Wes, she began to wonder if Giles leaving was actually a good thing. For the first time in a month, she was actually feeling something that wasn't anger or guilt. She felt wanted and needed by the man in front of her. And she wanted and needed him back.
"Didn't we say something about the bedroom?" she asked, smiling at him.
She held out her hand and allowed him to lead her to the bedroom. When they were inside, she nudged him so he was sitting on the edge of the bed. "I really like doing this with you, which is kind of funny considering we didn't like each other at one point," Buffy murmured as she straddled his lap.
She slipped off her shirt, revealing she hadn't put her bra back on. Buffy then leaned forward and deeply kissed him as she began to grind on his lap, feeling herself twitch at the friction.
At Buffy's mention of Giles, Wesley felt his mouth go a bit dry. The Council might not be able to touch him anymore, but he knew very well that Rupert Giles could - and probably would - kick his arse all the way back to England were he to find out what they had done. Giles had been hugely protective of her when he had been in Sunnydale before, even after he had been fired as her Watcher.
So he didn't understand why he had gone back to England when it was so obvious that Buffy had still needed him. He wanted to ask her why, but something in her eyes told him not too.
When she mentioned the bedroom, Wesley stood there for a moment, suddenly a bit uncertain, wondering what he was doing. Was he taking advantage of a vulnerable young woman? What if Giles did find out?
But then her hand slipped into his, and he found himself guiding her into his bedroom as he gazed down into her eyes. The need to lose himself in her started to rise again until it was nearly overwhelming by the time she pushed him down onto the bed and straddled him. A low groan issued from his throat when she removed her shirt - oh God. He felt his cock beginning to harden, straining against the denim of jeans as she pushed against him.
"We...definitely started out on the wrong foot," he managed to mumble against her lips.
Reaching up, he tangled one hand in her hair again as they kissed, tongues teasing, while the other caressed down her shoulder and over one of her breasts, the thumb swiping across her nipple. His hips bucked up against her, and he wanted so badly to slip inside her against, feel her around him.
"Buffy," he gasped, breaking the kiss as he continued to roll her nipple in his fingers. "I need to...get a condom from the nightstand if we're going to continue this. Before we get carried away."
When Buffy felt Wesley's hardness push up against her, she shuddered and moaned. Sex was always something she just did. Angel was careful with her, and Riley fumbled around a lot. But, with Wes it was different. He knew what she wanted without her even saying a word. Buffy didn't have to show her where to touch her or how hard. She could get used to doing this with him.
"Wes..." she moaned when they broke the kiss. The attention he was paying to her nipple was driving her crazy.
She slipped off his lap so he could get the condom. Standing, she slipped out of her jeans and panties and stood before him. Once he had the condom out of the drawer, she reached over and pulled his shirt over his head. There were tiny scars on his shoulders, and she suddenly remembered what Faith had done to him. Kneeling on the bed, she leaned over and softly kissed him.
"I'm sorry for what Faith did to you. I wish I could've stopped her from coming here," she murmured against his skin. "I wanted to tell you sorry at the police station but...something else came out."
Moving back, she laid down on the bed as she waited for him to get undressed. And as he did, she couldn't help but to watch him. "You're really beautiful, Wes," she whispered.
When Buffy slid off him, Wesley took a moment to pull himself together then reached over and opened the drawer, pulling out the box that had been sitting in there untouched since he had broken up with Virginia. Once he had removed a packet, he turned back to her, his breath catching in his throat at the sit of her nude again. Dear Lord, she truly was beautiful.
He looked up at her as she took charge again and pulled his shirt off, the chill of the flat sending a slight shudder through him. He expected her to reach for his zipper next, but instead, she knelt next to him...and kissed his scars.
"I..." he started to say, a bit gobsmacked by her apology. What Faith had done hadn't been Buffy's fault. He understood why she had reacted the way she had - he had felt the same way, all things considered. But he had trusted Angel to know what he was doing. "Thank you. That...means a lot to me."
She was actually the only one to really be sorry for what Faith had done. Cordy had sort of, but more in a co-sympathetic way since Faith had knocked her out.
As she slid down onto the bed, Wesley looked at her for a moment before unzipping his jeans and pushing them off with his boxers. He paused for a moment when she said he was beautiful. No one had said that to him before. Ever. Crawling on the bed, he moved over her and looked into her eyes.
"You're beautiful too, Buffy," he told her just as softly before leaning down to kiss her. As they did, he nudged them over so she was over him and he held the condom in between them. "Want to help me with this?"
A soft blush crept over Buffy's face when Wes told her she was beautiful. She'd heard it before, from Angel and Riley, and even Xander, but hearing it now made her feel like the most cherished woman in the world. Truth be told, she hadn't felt beautiful two hours ago. She had felt lost, but now she was looking at the man who made her feel whole again, even if it was just for a short time.
When Wesley rolled them over, Buffy looked down at him and nodded. She sat on his thighs and took the condom from his hand before tearing open the package. This had to be the most intimate night she'd had. With the other men, she was on bottom, just lying there. But, with Wes, he was allowing her to have some of the control. He wasn't afraid of what she was, or what she could do. Instead, he understood it.
After unrolling the condom over his cock, Buffy slid up and smiled down on him. "I think I could almost get addicted to do this with you, Wes," she murmured before she moved herself over his hardness. She slid down on him, hissing as he filled her to the hilt.
With her hands on his chest for balance, she started to move on him. It was slower than before and it was the way she wanted it. Buffy needed for this to last as long as possible. She was afraid the feeling of emptiness would come back when it was finished and she wanted to feel happy.
She looked down at him, her fingers spayed over his chest hair, and looked eyes with him. "Touch me, Wesley," Buffy whispered as she continue to look down at him. "Please."
Wesley groaned slightly, fighting to keep still as Buffy rolled the condom over his cock. Part of him hated the damn things, but there was no way he was going to put Buffy or himself at risk - especially since he had no idea what was going to happen after this night. He wasn't going to cause Buffy any more pain if he could help it.
Her words rang in his ears as she took him inside herself, causing him to buck up slightly. Her warmth and tightness were unbelievably wonderful and welcoming. And the fact that she thought she become addicted to him, that there was even a slight possibility that this could be something more than just one night...it was almost too much to contemplate. He found himself wanting to grab onto Buffy and not let her go so he wouldn't be alone again.
He fought to control himself, however, staring up at her as she rode him. "So good," he whispered, his voice somewhere between moaning and worshipping. He was so caught up in watching her that when she asked him to touch her, he blinked. Slowly, he trailed his hands up from her hips, over her soft skin. Slayers were supposed to hard, tough...battle-ready, but Buffy...Buffy was soft to the touch. Glorious.
When he reached her breasts, he cupped them, his thumbs swiping over her nipples and then around her areola in a tight circle. The skin tightened, and her nipples pebbled under his touch. The noises she made as he did were almost musical. He couldn't believe that he was doing this - he was causing these reactions in Buffy Summers.
As she continued to move, causing pleasure to coil in his spine and groin, he leant up, taking one of her nipples in his mouth and sucking on it gently.
As Wesley's hands moved up her body, Buffy allowed herself to get lost in his touch. For the first time in weeks, she wasn't thinking about Dawn or her mother. She wasn't racked with guilt over what had happened. Instead, she allowed herself this perfect moment with Wesley. A moment that she knew she would always cherish, no matter if she walked out tonight, or stayed for a while.
When his thumbs moved across her nipples, she groaned out his name. It almost seemed funny, saying Wesley's name with desire, but at the same time, it also sounded right. She couldn't help but to think of all those speeches about destiny Giles had given her over the years. Maybe she was destined to find Wesley. Maybe there was another reason for their meeting.
Leaning down to give him better access to her breasts, Buffy started to quicken her movements. A sheen of sweat covered her face as she nudged Wesley head back so she could look at him. "This is so wonderful, Wesley," she moaned out as she felt her body start to tighten.
She crushed her mouth down on his when she found herself skating the edge. With a few more thrusts, she pulled back and screamed Wesley's name as her body started to tremble with an orgasm.
Wesley couldn't really figure out how this had happened - how he had come to be here tonight, with Buffy Summers, inside Buffy Summers. He had gone out intending to rebuild the work he had lost, and instead, he had come home with the woman who had so irrevocably changed his life. Now it seemed she was doing so again.
As she pushed down on him, speeding up her movement, Wesley groaned against her breast. Dear lord, this was almost too much. This couldn't be happening. Jacob and his men had jumped him in that alley, and he was dying now and hallucinating this. He had to be - nothing this good ever happened to him. Not even his relationship with Virginia. That had started out with lies, and though they had tried to cling together, they had obviously never been meant to be together.
But then Buffy nudged him so he'd look at her, and he felt her heat beginning to clench around him, and he felt just how real this was. She thought it was wonderful.
"Buffy," he whispered before her kiss cut him off. He felt his muscles beginning to tense and knew he wasn't going to last much longer, and with another thrust, he groaned, feeling himself letting go. Buffy pushed down on him a few more times before she came as well.
Saying his name.
Opening his eyes, Wesley looked at her in awe, tightening his arms around her and holding her as she rode out her orgasm. When she opened her eyes again, he kissed her - slow, long and deep - before resting his forehead to hers as they lay there, wrapped in each other, sweaty and satiated.
"I'm rather glad I ran into you in that alley tonight," he told her softly.
As Wes wrapped her in his arms, Buffy groaned and held onto him. When she finally came down from her high, she looked at him right before he kissed her. It was a wonderful kiss and she pouted a little when it ended. Buffy didn’t want any of this to end, and wanted to stay wrapped up in Wesley for the rest of the night. But then, she remembered the condom and groaned.
Slipping off him, she reached down and carefully unrolled it before tossing it away. She then laid next to him and wrapped her arms around him. “I’m glad we ran into each other too,” she whispered as she ran her fingers over his chest. “I’ll admit that I thought we were going to have sex and then you’d leave my room. How knows, you still might make me leave in the morning.” She hoped he didn’t. “I just feel like there’s a reason all of this happen. Kind of like all those things Giles used to tell me about fate. Maybe there’s some big reason why we ran into each other tonight.”
Buffy suddenly knew what she wanted to do. When she left Sunnydale for LA, she did it only to tell her father off. There was no other plan, and she didn’t know where else she would want to go. LA was her birthplace and the city she spent most of her life in.
“I would like to stay, in LA. We could start our own business or whatever. Kind of like what Angel and you were doing,” she said as she looked up at Wes. “Money would be awesome. And, y’know, we wouldn’t really have to have sex anymore. Though it would be a nice bonus. I just need something to do before I got crazy. But, it’s up to you. You might not even want me here.”
She shrugged and looked down. “I haven’t felt this alive in weeks, Wes. I know it sounds weird, considering I hated you at one time, but I really want to stay with you. You’re almost like my anchor right now and I don’t want to lose that.”
He wasn't.
"Food...yes...erm..." He wasn't sure what was actually in his cupboards at home and couldn't remember when he had actually gone shopping last. Perhaps they should stop through a drive-through on the way back to the flat.
He found himself watching her movements as she leant over to pick up their clothes. She was graceful and fluid, which obviously came from years of training as a Slayer.
The Council would have had his hide if he had still been a Watcher and they found out what they had just done.
But he wasn't a Watcher anymore, and he didn't have to abide by their rules. He and Buffy needed each other at the moment, so much so it seemed that he was starting to think that they're running into each other earlier hadn't been just a coincidence.
While Buffy packed, he quickly got dressed, pulling on his jeans and shirt before picking up his jacket and sliding it on. He checked his gun then held his hand out to her, indicating that he was ready to leave when she was. Together, they headed out to his Jeep.
Where she kissed him again once they were seated inside. He groaned slightly, wanting to pull her to him and lose himself inside her again. He couldn't believe that she actually wanted to be with him. Buffy Summers, with him.
"Then let's get home, shall we?" he replied with a soft smile before starting the Jeep and pulling out of the motel car park, heading back to his flat. Luckily, it didn't take long to get there, and soon he was pulling into his space outside.
Once they were upstairs, he opened the door to let her enter then grimaced when he saw all the books and papers strewn around the lounge. He had forgot how much of a mess he had left things.
"Erm...sorry about this. I haven't been much with keeping things straight recently."
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"It's of the good," Buffy said as she gave him a soft smile. "I'm used to see Giles' apartment like this. Well, before he moved back to England." She was still sore about being abandoned by her Watcher, and not having him there to guide her anymore. Buffy was sure she wouldn't be there if Giles was still in Sunnydale.
Looking at Wes, she began to wonder if Giles leaving was actually a good thing. For the first time in a month, she was actually feeling something that wasn't anger or guilt. She felt wanted and needed by the man in front of her. And she wanted and needed him back.
"Didn't we say something about the bedroom?" she asked, smiling at him.
She held out her hand and allowed him to lead her to the bedroom. When they were inside, she nudged him so he was sitting on the edge of the bed. "I really like doing this with you, which is kind of funny considering we didn't like each other at one point," Buffy murmured as she straddled his lap.
She slipped off her shirt, revealing she hadn't put her bra back on. Buffy then leaned forward and deeply kissed him as she began to grind on his lap, feeling herself twitch at the friction.
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So he didn't understand why he had gone back to England when it was so obvious that Buffy had still needed him. He wanted to ask her why, but something in her eyes told him not too.
When she mentioned the bedroom, Wesley stood there for a moment, suddenly a bit uncertain, wondering what he was doing. Was he taking advantage of a vulnerable young woman? What if Giles did find out?
But then her hand slipped into his, and he found himself guiding her into his bedroom as he gazed down into her eyes. The need to lose himself in her started to rise again until it was nearly overwhelming by the time she pushed him down onto the bed and straddled him. A low groan issued from his throat when she removed her shirt - oh God. He felt his cock beginning to harden, straining against the denim of jeans as she pushed against him.
"We...definitely started out on the wrong foot," he managed to mumble against her lips.
Reaching up, he tangled one hand in her hair again as they kissed, tongues teasing, while the other caressed down her shoulder and over one of her breasts, the thumb swiping across her nipple. His hips bucked up against her, and he wanted so badly to slip inside her against, feel her around him.
"Buffy," he gasped, breaking the kiss as he continued to roll her nipple in his fingers. "I need to...get a condom from the nightstand if we're going to continue this. Before we get carried away."
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"Wes..." she moaned when they broke the kiss. The attention he was paying to her nipple was driving her crazy.
She slipped off his lap so he could get the condom. Standing, she slipped out of her jeans and panties and stood before him. Once he had the condom out of the drawer, she reached over and pulled his shirt over his head. There were tiny scars on his shoulders, and she suddenly remembered what Faith had done to him. Kneeling on the bed, she leaned over and softly kissed him.
"I'm sorry for what Faith did to you. I wish I could've stopped her from coming here," she murmured against his skin. "I wanted to tell you sorry at the police station but...something else came out."
Moving back, she laid down on the bed as she waited for him to get undressed. And as he did, she couldn't help but to watch him. "You're really beautiful, Wes," she whispered.
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He looked up at her as she took charge again and pulled his shirt off, the chill of the flat sending a slight shudder through him. He expected her to reach for his zipper next, but instead, she knelt next to him...and kissed his scars.
"I..." he started to say, a bit gobsmacked by her apology. What Faith had done hadn't been Buffy's fault. He understood why she had reacted the way she had - he had felt the same way, all things considered. But he had trusted Angel to know what he was doing. "Thank you. That...means a lot to me."
She was actually the only one to really be sorry for what Faith had done. Cordy had sort of, but more in a co-sympathetic way since Faith had knocked her out.
As she slid down onto the bed, Wesley looked at her for a moment before unzipping his jeans and pushing them off with his boxers. He paused for a moment when she said he was beautiful. No one had said that to him before. Ever. Crawling on the bed, he moved over her and looked into her eyes.
"You're beautiful too, Buffy," he told her just as softly before leaning down to kiss her. As they did, he nudged them over so she was over him and he held the condom in between them. "Want to help me with this?"
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When Wesley rolled them over, Buffy looked down at him and nodded. She sat on his thighs and took the condom from his hand before tearing open the package. This had to be the most intimate night she'd had. With the other men, she was on bottom, just lying there. But, with Wes, he was allowing her to have some of the control. He wasn't afraid of what she was, or what she could do. Instead, he understood it.
After unrolling the condom over his cock, Buffy slid up and smiled down on him. "I think I could almost get addicted to do this with you, Wes," she murmured before she moved herself over his hardness. She slid down on him, hissing as he filled her to the hilt.
With her hands on his chest for balance, she started to move on him. It was slower than before and it was the way she wanted it. Buffy needed for this to last as long as possible. She was afraid the feeling of emptiness would come back when it was finished and she wanted to feel happy.
She looked down at him, her fingers spayed over his chest hair, and looked eyes with him. "Touch me, Wesley," Buffy whispered as she continue to look down at him. "Please."
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Her words rang in his ears as she took him inside herself, causing him to buck up slightly. Her warmth and tightness were unbelievably wonderful and welcoming. And the fact that she thought she become addicted to him, that there was even a slight possibility that this could be something more than just one night...it was almost too much to contemplate. He found himself wanting to grab onto Buffy and not let her go so he wouldn't be alone again.
He fought to control himself, however, staring up at her as she rode him. "So good," he whispered, his voice somewhere between moaning and worshipping. He was so caught up in watching her that when she asked him to touch her, he blinked. Slowly, he trailed his hands up from her hips, over her soft skin. Slayers were supposed to hard, tough...battle-ready, but Buffy...Buffy was soft to the touch. Glorious.
When he reached her breasts, he cupped them, his thumbs swiping over her nipples and then around her areola in a tight circle. The skin tightened, and her nipples pebbled under his touch. The noises she made as he did were almost musical. He couldn't believe that he was doing this - he was causing these reactions in Buffy Summers.
As she continued to move, causing pleasure to coil in his spine and groin, he leant up, taking one of her nipples in his mouth and sucking on it gently.
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When his thumbs moved across her nipples, she groaned out his name. It almost seemed funny, saying Wesley's name with desire, but at the same time, it also sounded right. She couldn't help but to think of all those speeches about destiny Giles had given her over the years. Maybe she was destined to find Wesley. Maybe there was another reason for their meeting.
Leaning down to give him better access to her breasts, Buffy started to quicken her movements. A sheen of sweat covered her face as she nudged Wesley head back so she could look at him. "This is so wonderful, Wesley," she moaned out as she felt her body start to tighten.
She crushed her mouth down on his when she found herself skating the edge. With a few more thrusts, she pulled back and screamed Wesley's name as her body started to tremble with an orgasm.
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As she pushed down on him, speeding up her movement, Wesley groaned against her breast. Dear lord, this was almost too much. This couldn't be happening. Jacob and his men had jumped him in that alley, and he was dying now and hallucinating this. He had to be - nothing this good ever happened to him. Not even his relationship with Virginia. That had started out with lies, and though they had tried to cling together, they had obviously never been meant to be together.
But then Buffy nudged him so he'd look at her, and he felt her heat beginning to clench around him, and he felt just how real this was. She thought it was wonderful.
"Buffy," he whispered before her kiss cut him off. He felt his muscles beginning to tense and knew he wasn't going to last much longer, and with another thrust, he groaned, feeling himself letting go. Buffy pushed down on him a few more times before she came as well.
Saying his name.
Opening his eyes, Wesley looked at her in awe, tightening his arms around her and holding her as she rode out her orgasm. When she opened her eyes again, he kissed her - slow, long and deep - before resting his forehead to hers as they lay there, wrapped in each other, sweaty and satiated.
"I'm rather glad I ran into you in that alley tonight," he told her softly.
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Slipping off him, she reached down and carefully unrolled it before tossing it away. She then laid next to him and wrapped her arms around him. “I’m glad we ran into each other too,” she whispered as she ran her fingers over his chest. “I’ll admit that I thought we were going to have sex and then you’d leave my room. How knows, you still might make me leave in the morning.” She hoped he didn’t. “I just feel like there’s a reason all of this happen. Kind of like all those things Giles used to tell me about fate. Maybe there’s some big reason why we ran into each other tonight.”
Buffy suddenly knew what she wanted to do. When she left Sunnydale for LA, she did it only to tell her father off. There was no other plan, and she didn’t know where else she would want to go. LA was her birthplace and the city she spent most of her life in.
“I would like to stay, in LA. We could start our own business or whatever. Kind of like what Angel and you were doing,” she said as she looked up at Wes. “Money would be awesome. And, y’know, we wouldn’t really have to have sex anymore. Though it would be a nice bonus. I just need something to do before I got crazy. But, it’s up to you. You might not even want me here.”
She shrugged and looked down. “I haven’t felt this alive in weeks, Wes. I know it sounds weird, considering I hated you at one time, but I really want to stay with you. You’re almost like my anchor right now and I don’t want to lose that.”
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