Buffy smiled against his lips when Wesley said he wanted to feel her too. She knew she wouldn't do this for anyone else, and had never done it for Riley. And she wouldn't either. What she had felt for Riley didn't come close to what she felt for Wesley. It was different, and more mature. Wes understood her and would never be jealous of her powers.
When Wesley fumbled with her jeans, Buffy smirked a little. It was one of Wesley's better qualities and sometimes she thought he was so adorable when he fumbled with her clothes or a weapon. And when he finally got them, and her panties, off, she groaned and started to stroke him faster, and pouted a little when he pulled her hand away.
The pout was quickly replaced by a moan when Wesley started to lay small kisses on her skin. Buffy felt herself shuddering when his warm tongue lapped at her nipples, making them hard. She looked down at him as he moved to his knees and kneeled before her. It made her feel like a goddess.
Her thighs opened up to him and her fingers tangled in his hair when his tongue moved against her clit. The first thing she'd learnt as a Slayer was balance so, Buffy pressed the small of her back against the bedside table before lifting one of her legs. She draped it over his shoulder and allowed her head to loll back.
"God, Wes," she moaned as she felt her clit twitch under his tongue. This was the first time he had ever done this to her. All the other times they'd been so eager to fuck and there was never time for this. And Buffy was starting to wish there had been because Wes was very talented with his tongue.
Trying hard to keep her balance, Buffy kept one hand tangled his hair as the other laid on his shoulder for support. She knew she wasn't going to last long, and soon she was skating the edge, wanting nothing more than to tumble over it. Suddenly, and without warning, light exploded behind her eyes and she quickly grabbed the edge of the bedside table as she scream out Wesley's name in passion.
At Buffy's moans, Wesley smiled against her. He could practically feel her vibrating, and it was making him harden more, so much so that it almost ached. But he forced himself to stay in control, wanting to bring Buffy this pleasure. Slowly, he curled his tongue over her clit then down to her channel, thrusting it inside and groaning at the taste of her.
He hadn't done this to her before, actually a bit uncertain as to whether she would even want him to. Something like this could be seen as even more intimate than shagging - it truly was an opening up to the other person. But when Buffy had said she wanted to explore what they had, he knew he wanted to do this. He wanted to touch and taste her and really know her.
His Buffy.
He knew he had to share her with the rest of the world in a way - she was the Slayer, and she was charged to protect them. In here, though, she was his. And he was hers. They only shared each other.
He felt her vibrations turn to trembling as she held onto him and pressed his tongue harder against her, determined to take her over the edge. A few moments later, he was rewarded with her crying his name - his name, good lord that was something he didn't think he'd ever get over - and continued to run her tongue over her until she started to still.
God, she was so beautiful.
Rising up from his knees, he drew her into his arms and kissed her deeply.
It took Buffy a few moments to come down from her high. She couldn’t remember a time when she’d came that hard. Taking deep breaths, she looked down at Wesley, her hand still tangled in his hair, and smiled. She wanted to tell him how good he was but at the moment, she couldn’t form a complete sentence. All she could do was stand there and breathe.
When Wes finally rose, Buffy looked up at him, her cheeks flushed, and smiled. She groaned into the kiss and could taste herself on his tongue. The tip of his erection was brushing against her and she sighed. She broke the kiss and took his hand so she could have him lie down on the bed.
Once Wesley was in a reclining position, Buffy climbed over him and looked down into his eyes. She then started to lay small kisses on his neck, and continued down over his collar bone. Her hand moved down his body, and over his stomach as her mouth followed it down. When she got to his tight curls, she paused for a moment and looked up at him.
“My Wesley,” Buffy whispered before she kissed through his curls. Her tongue slowly ran over his shaft, and when she got to the tip, she eagerly lapped up his pre-come.
She had only done this once before, and it hadn’t turned out well. Riley was too eager, and had thrust into her mouth too hard. But, Buffy knew Wesley was different, and more patience.
With one hand wrapped around the base of his cock, Buffy engulfed the head of his cock, and looked up at him to see if he was enjoying it. She continued to suck on just the tip as her hand stroked the shaft. Buffy then moved her mouth down the length of it, and brought her mouth up - an action she repeated several times.
As Buffy had him lie down on the bed, Wesley looked up at her, wanting her so bad, but deciding to let her do what she wanted. He groaned at her touches and her kisses - God, she was amazing and brilliant.
And...and she just called him hers.
Hers. Somewhere in the last few weeks, he had become hers. He was never meant to be her Watcher, but apparently, he was meant just belong to her. Just like she belonged to him. He had hated the thought of her leaving, hadn't wanted to let her go, but he would have if that had been necessary. He was just glad that he didn't have to, that he could go with her.
He then felt her tongue lick his cock, and he let out a strangled groan, grabbing the duvet as his head lolled back. "Oh God, yes, love...just like that."
Fighting against the impulse to buck his hips, he pressed himself down into the bed, his hand tightening in the duvet. Oh dear lord, she was far too good at this. Too good, and her mouth was warm. He could feel his release building, getting ready to overwhelm him, becoming too much. He tried to stay in control, wanting to make love to her, but he knew that they had plenty of time that night. It was just too much.
"Buffy...oh, I'm going to come..." he warned her before gritting his teeth and letting out a gutteral groan as white exploded behind his eyes. His cock began pulsing as he let go in release. "Buffy..."
With Wesley's encouraging words, Buffy continued to suck on his cock as her fingers stroked his balls. Her mouth was starting to hurt but she continued to do it because this was for Wesley, and he had done so much for her over the few weeks they'd been together. Plus, she wanted to pleasure him, and from the little noises he was making, Buffy figured she was doing a good job.
When he warned her, Buffy ignored it and wrapped her lips around him tighter. Soon, he was flooding her mouth with his release and she swallowed it. It was a little bitter but she didn't mind. Once he'd stop twitching, Buffy released him for her mouth and moved up his body. She deeply kissed him and then pulled away from him.
With her hands on either side of his head, Buffy stared down at him, and their eyes locked. Wesley meant more to her than anyone had in her life - including Angel. What Angel and her had was young love, and it wasn't meant to last. She knew she'd grown up a lot over the past months and what she felt for Wesley was real, and not driven by teenage hormones.
"Y'know, when I came to LA, I didn't care about what could happen to me. I came here to tell my father off and that night I was attacked by a vampire. I let him beat me because I thought death would be better than this life of being the chosen one," Buffy started as she continued to look down at him. "I wanted to die, Wes. Nothing in my life mattered anymore."
She blinked her eyes and tears dropped out and landed on Wesley's cheeks. "Then you came along and I was thinking I could just have sex with you, and leave. But I couldn't because of everyone in my life, you understood me the most. You understand the pressures that comes with all of this and, instead of making me act the way you though I should, you stood by my side. I love you because of that. I love you because you didn't try to cage me, and you allowed me to grieve in the way I needed to. And you were here for me when no one else knew how to." She pressed her forehead against his and continued to stare in his eyes.
"I love you, Wes," she whispered before pressing her lips to his.
When Wesley warned Buffy that he was about to come, he expected her to pull away, so he was surprised when she didn't. He wasn't able to stop himself, though - her mouth felt so good - as he spilled his release. Oh, God... Panting a bit, his head fell back while his body began slowly to settle. A few moments later, he realized Buffy was over him, and then she was kissing him.
He could taste his bitterness on her tongue and groaned softly into this kiss as his hand came up to tangle in her hair.
He opened his eyes once they parted, looking up into her beautiful blue ones, thinking for a moment how easy it was to get lost in those. Then she began telling him how she hadn't cared about whether she lived or died - until she had met up with him. He opened his mouth to speak but then found himself speechless.
She loved him.
Buffy Summers loved him, Wesley Wyndam-Pryce.
"Buffy," he said softly when their latest kiss finally broke. He could feel his throat aching a bit, and for a moment, he feared once more that this might be a dream. He'd wake up anytime now to find out that none of this was real.
But she was pressed against him, warm and wonderful. And she loved him.
"I...I love you too," he finally managed to say, knowing that he wasn't just saying it because she had but because it was true. Somewhere in the last few weeks, he had fallen in love with Buffy Summers. After everything that had happened in a few years ago, they had somehow found their way here. "You...you've given me a reason to keep on fighting, and having you here, with me...has meant more to me than I could ever say."
Gently, he nudged her, rolling her onto her back, and then kissed her again deeply. He could feel himself hardening again and wanted badly to be inside her - to make love to her the way she had asked. Blindly, he reached out to open the drawer of the nightstand and find a condom, which he withdrew. He hated having to pull away from her so he could unroll it onto his cock, but once he had, he quickly pulled her into his arms again.
Buffy was expecting Wesley to not love her back. Why would he love someone who'd treated him like dirt at one time. She wanted the kiss to last for as long as possible because when it ended, Buffy knew Wesley was going to reject her. And then she would have to go back to Sunnydale by herself, and she would never see him again. She didn't want that and when the kiss broke, she started to lean forward for another one when Wes spoke.
He loved her.
Wesley loved her!
Buffy's heart started to pound against her ribcage as she stared down at him. The man she loved, and he loved her back. She wanted to ask him to pinch her just to make it wasn't a dream. "You've done the same for me, Wes," she whispered before she found his lips on hers again. And when he nudged her off him, Buffy complied on laid on the bed, shuddering when he hovered above her.
She watched as he prepared himself and wrapped herself around him when he took her into his arms. Buffy shuddered when she felt him inside of her. "Wes..." she whispered as they started to move together. Their bodies were pressed together and soon her body was covered with a sheen of sweat.
And the more they moved, the closer Buffy got to falling over the edge. Her legs tightened around him as she lost all control and came around his cock as she cried out his name.
Wesley had never believed that he could ever give anyone a reason to keep fighting before he had met Buffy. Hell, he would never have believed that of everyone in world, it would be her. But the fact that it was her felt right. Everything about being with her felt right.
They just needed the time for it to be right. He had always wondered about the truth in the idea of destiny, but he was definitely starting to believe in it now. He should never have been sent to take Giles' position. They weren't supposed to have come together until now.
Although, he supposed that if he hadn't been sent, they wouldn't actually have been there now. That was were destiny became a bit headspinning and fell down a bit, but still, he wanted to believe in it. Because he had Buffy.
Slowly, he began thrusting into her, groaning at how tight she was, how warm and welcoming. When she wrapped herself around him, he felt as though he had found his home, there with her. Wherever Buffy went, so would he - to Sunnydale, across the world, it didn't matter.
As he sped up his thrusts, perspiration rolled down his temple and made their bodies slick. He could feel his balls tightening and knew that as much as he wanted to make this moment between them last until they were completely spent, neither of them were going to be able to hold out. So he shifted slightly, rubbing her clit as he thrust into her. A moment later, she clenched around him, and Wesley felt his own orgasm rising.
"My love," he groaned, just as he let go, twitching inside her. He held her close, both of them riding out their release.
When they both came down, panting heavily, Wesley raised his head and looked into her eyes. He wanted so badly to stay inside her, but knew he couldn't, so regretfully, he slipped out of her and discarded the condom. Once it was gone and he had wiped himself clean, he pulled Buffy into his arms settling down with her on the bed.
"We'll pack in the morning and head to Sunnydale as soon as possible," he told her. "Together. Wherever you need to go, Buffy - I'll be with you."
Sunnydale looked exactly like it had did when Buffy left weeks before. It didn’t look like any demon had popped up to destroy anything, which meant they still had time. When she had woke up that morning, she called Willow and asked where they could meet. Willow had suggested Buffy’s old house but the Slayer told her no. There was no way Buffy could ever step foot in there again so they agreed on the Magic Box.
The bell above the shop’s door rang, and Anya popped out from behind the counter. “Welcome to the Mag--Oh, it’s just the big fat abandoner!” she scoffed as she looked at Buffy. “Because of you, Xander’s sick! He can’t even get it up to sexually please me!” She looked at Wesley. “Who’s this?”
“Anya, you remember Wesley, don’t you? He was my Watcher when you helped us before graduation,” Buffy said.
“No he’s not! Your Watcher was all stuffy and not hot at all. This guy’s hot,” Anya said as she leaned around Wesley to check out his bottom, which made Buffy roll her eyes.
“Buffy!” Willow said as she came out of the backroom. She hugged her best friend and then turned to look at Wesley. “Hey, Wes.”
Willow was followed out by Tara and Xander. Tara hugged Buffy and smiled at Wesley. “Hi. I-I’m Tara,” she quietly said with a small wave.
“What’s he doing here?” Xander asked after hugging Buffy. She noted how pale he was and frowned.
“Wesley’s here to help us. He’s dealt with Cordy’s visions before and wanted to help,” Buffy said. She gave Wesley a look, hating that she had to lie. She wanted to tell her friends that they were together but knew they wouldn’t understand. It was probably better if they eased them into it.
“Oh! Tara and I have been researching the visions and found some books in Giles’ collection that might help,” Willow said before tugging her girlfriend over to the research table to get the books.
“So,” Xander said as he carefully approached Wesley, “is my head going to explode?”
“And will he be able to please me again?” Anya added.
Driving back to Sunnydale was a bit strange for Wesley after having let the way he had a couple of years before. Not much had changed that he could really see...except, of course, for the fact that the high school was gone though that had happened before he had left. Since he didn't appear that they had rebuilt anything, he wondered what they had done with the students. He'd have to ask Buffy and the others about that later.
Following Buffy's directions, he took them over to the Magic Box, suddenly feeling a bit nervous when they walked in. Then he felt a lot nervous when the girl he recognized as Anya asked who he was. His cheeks reddened a bit when she said he couldn't be who he was because he was hot. And from the fact that he now knew a bit more about Xander Harris' sex life than he really ever wanted to know.
Since when had he become hot anyway? He wasn't hot. He was...well, Wesley, and was Anya checking out his bum?
Thankfully, Willow, Tara and Xander's arrival provided a distraction. Willow's girlfriend was a lovely young woman, he thought as he greeted her, but Xander's appearance worried him as soon as he saw him. So much so that he didn't mind that Buffy had glossed over the truth of his relationship to her and why he was really there. Xander definitely reminded him of Cordelia's reaction to the visions, which wasn't good. She had been barely able to manage her pain from them.
"I...erm...your head won't explode as such," he told Xander, trying to ignore Anya's rather inappropriate question. "But I don't need to tell you how difficult it is to deal with the aftereffects of the visions."
"Feels like someone's decided that a vampire took up residence in my head and tried to stake it. Repeatedly," the younger man muttered. "I don't get this. Why me?"
"There has to be some reason," Willow said.
"Yeah, like keeping me from having my happy orgasm moments," Anya groused. "The world hates me. Stupid ex-girlfriends showing up out of the blue and kissing their stupid ex-boyfriends to give them vision cooties."
Wesley looked over at Buffy then back to Xander, feeling sympathy for him having to deal with this while his girlfriend complained because he wasn't well enough to...see to her needs. "Well, before Cordelia..." He suddenly trailed off, realizing that the others probably didn't know what had actually happened to Cordelia give the way Anya talked about Cordy like she had actually been there.
"Before Cordelia what?" Willow asked.
Wesley hestitated for a moment but then realized that he was going to have to tell them sooner or later anyway. "Xander, Willow said Cordy came to you and gave you the visions. How?"
"She...uh...well, I came home from work the other night and she was waiting outside the apartment. She said something about needing to see me before she had to go. Next thing I knew, she was kissing me," Xander told him. "Then she left. I tried to follow her, but she disappeared."
"You didn't think that was--Xander, Cordelia...she died almost two months ago. In a place called Pylea."
"My boyfriend was kissed by dead girl! Ew!"
"Anya!" Willow said, her eyes wide. She then looked at Wesley. "She's really gone?"
Wesley nodded before looking back to the younger man. "I'm sorry, Xander."
Holding his head, Xander sat down heavily at the table. "No wonder she disappeared like that. Why...? Why did she do this to me?"
"Likely because she had no choice," Wesley told him softly. "The Powers seem to want someone on Earth to have these visions. We thought they were lost to the priests on Pylea, but apparently, the Powers managed to keep them from being passed on there, and you were chosen to take them."
"No offense, Wes, but that doesn't make me feel any better."
When Wesley fumbled with her jeans, Buffy smirked a little. It was one of Wesley's better qualities and sometimes she thought he was so adorable when he fumbled with her clothes or a weapon. And when he finally got them, and her panties, off, she groaned and started to stroke him faster, and pouted a little when he pulled her hand away.
The pout was quickly replaced by a moan when Wesley started to lay small kisses on her skin. Buffy felt herself shuddering when his warm tongue lapped at her nipples, making them hard. She looked down at him as he moved to his knees and kneeled before her. It made her feel like a goddess.
Her thighs opened up to him and her fingers tangled in his hair when his tongue moved against her clit. The first thing she'd learnt as a Slayer was balance so, Buffy pressed the small of her back against the bedside table before lifting one of her legs. She draped it over his shoulder and allowed her head to loll back.
"God, Wes," she moaned as she felt her clit twitch under his tongue. This was the first time he had ever done this to her. All the other times they'd been so eager to fuck and there was never time for this. And Buffy was starting to wish there had been because Wes was very talented with his tongue.
Trying hard to keep her balance, Buffy kept one hand tangled his hair as the other laid on his shoulder for support. She knew she wasn't going to last long, and soon she was skating the edge, wanting nothing more than to tumble over it. Suddenly, and without warning, light exploded behind her eyes and she quickly grabbed the edge of the bedside table as she scream out Wesley's name in passion.
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He hadn't done this to her before, actually a bit uncertain as to whether she would even want him to. Something like this could be seen as even more intimate than shagging - it truly was an opening up to the other person. But when Buffy had said she wanted to explore what they had, he knew he wanted to do this. He wanted to touch and taste her and really know her.
His Buffy.
He knew he had to share her with the rest of the world in a way - she was the Slayer, and she was charged to protect them. In here, though, she was his. And he was hers. They only shared each other.
He felt her vibrations turn to trembling as she held onto him and pressed his tongue harder against her, determined to take her over the edge. A few moments later, he was rewarded with her crying his name - his name, good lord that was something he didn't think he'd ever get over - and continued to run her tongue over her until she started to still.
God, she was so beautiful.
Rising up from his knees, he drew her into his arms and kissed her deeply.
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When Wes finally rose, Buffy looked up at him, her cheeks flushed, and smiled. She groaned into the kiss and could taste herself on his tongue. The tip of his erection was brushing against her and she sighed. She broke the kiss and took his hand so she could have him lie down on the bed.
Once Wesley was in a reclining position, Buffy climbed over him and looked down into his eyes. She then started to lay small kisses on his neck, and continued down over his collar bone. Her hand moved down his body, and over his stomach as her mouth followed it down. When she got to his tight curls, she paused for a moment and looked up at him.
“My Wesley,” Buffy whispered before she kissed through his curls. Her tongue slowly ran over his shaft, and when she got to the tip, she eagerly lapped up his pre-come.
She had only done this once before, and it hadn’t turned out well. Riley was too eager, and had thrust into her mouth too hard. But, Buffy knew Wesley was different, and more patience.
With one hand wrapped around the base of his cock, Buffy engulfed the head of his cock, and looked up at him to see if he was enjoying it. She continued to suck on just the tip as her hand stroked the shaft. Buffy then moved her mouth down the length of it, and brought her mouth up - an action she repeated several times.
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And...and she just called him hers.
Hers. Somewhere in the last few weeks, he had become hers. He was never meant to be her Watcher, but apparently, he was meant just belong to her. Just like she belonged to him. He had hated the thought of her leaving, hadn't wanted to let her go, but he would have if that had been necessary. He was just glad that he didn't have to, that he could go with her.
He then felt her tongue lick his cock, and he let out a strangled groan, grabbing the duvet as his head lolled back. "Oh God, yes, love...just like that."
Fighting against the impulse to buck his hips, he pressed himself down into the bed, his hand tightening in the duvet. Oh dear lord, she was far too good at this. Too good, and her mouth was warm. He could feel his release building, getting ready to overwhelm him, becoming too much. He tried to stay in control, wanting to make love to her, but he knew that they had plenty of time that night. It was just too much.
"Buffy...oh, I'm going to come..." he warned her before gritting his teeth and letting out a gutteral groan as white exploded behind his eyes. His cock began pulsing as he let go in release. "Buffy..."
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When he warned her, Buffy ignored it and wrapped her lips around him tighter. Soon, he was flooding her mouth with his release and she swallowed it. It was a little bitter but she didn't mind. Once he'd stop twitching, Buffy released him for her mouth and moved up his body. She deeply kissed him and then pulled away from him.
With her hands on either side of his head, Buffy stared down at him, and their eyes locked. Wesley meant more to her than anyone had in her life - including Angel. What Angel and her had was young love, and it wasn't meant to last. She knew she'd grown up a lot over the past months and what she felt for Wesley was real, and not driven by teenage hormones.
"Y'know, when I came to LA, I didn't care about what could happen to me. I came here to tell my father off and that night I was attacked by a vampire. I let him beat me because I thought death would be better than this life of being the chosen one," Buffy started as she continued to look down at him. "I wanted to die, Wes. Nothing in my life mattered anymore."
She blinked her eyes and tears dropped out and landed on Wesley's cheeks. "Then you came along and I was thinking I could just have sex with you, and leave. But I couldn't because of everyone in my life, you understood me the most. You understand the pressures that comes with all of this and, instead of making me act the way you though I should, you stood by my side. I love you because of that. I love you because you didn't try to cage me, and you allowed me to grieve in the way I needed to. And you were here for me when no one else knew how to." She pressed her forehead against his and continued to stare in his eyes.
"I love you, Wes," she whispered before pressing her lips to his.
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He could taste his bitterness on her tongue and groaned softly into this kiss as his hand came up to tangle in her hair.
He opened his eyes once they parted, looking up into her beautiful blue ones, thinking for a moment how easy it was to get lost in those. Then she began telling him how she hadn't cared about whether she lived or died - until she had met up with him. He opened his mouth to speak but then found himself speechless.
She loved him.
Buffy Summers loved him, Wesley Wyndam-Pryce.
"Buffy," he said softly when their latest kiss finally broke. He could feel his throat aching a bit, and for a moment, he feared once more that this might be a dream. He'd wake up anytime now to find out that none of this was real.
But she was pressed against him, warm and wonderful. And she loved him.
"I...I love you too," he finally managed to say, knowing that he wasn't just saying it because she had but because it was true. Somewhere in the last few weeks, he had fallen in love with Buffy Summers. After everything that had happened in a few years ago, they had somehow found their way here. "You...you've given me a reason to keep on fighting, and having you here, with me...has meant more to me than I could ever say."
Gently, he nudged her, rolling her onto her back, and then kissed her again deeply. He could feel himself hardening again and wanted badly to be inside her - to make love to her the way she had asked. Blindly, he reached out to open the drawer of the nightstand and find a condom, which he withdrew. He hated having to pull away from her so he could unroll it onto his cock, but once he had, he quickly pulled her into his arms again.
Holding her tightly, he slowly pushed into her.
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He loved her.
Wesley loved her!
Buffy's heart started to pound against her ribcage as she stared down at him. The man she loved, and he loved her back. She wanted to ask him to pinch her just to make it wasn't a dream. "You've done the same for me, Wes," she whispered before she found his lips on hers again. And when he nudged her off him, Buffy complied on laid on the bed, shuddering when he hovered above her.
She watched as he prepared himself and wrapped herself around him when he took her into his arms. Buffy shuddered when she felt him inside of her. "Wes..." she whispered as they started to move together. Their bodies were pressed together and soon her body was covered with a sheen of sweat.
And the more they moved, the closer Buffy got to falling over the edge. Her legs tightened around him as she lost all control and came around his cock as she cried out his name.
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They just needed the time for it to be right. He had always wondered about the truth in the idea of destiny, but he was definitely starting to believe in it now. He should never have been sent to take Giles' position. They weren't supposed to have come together until now.
Although, he supposed that if he hadn't been sent, they wouldn't actually have been there now. That was were destiny became a bit headspinning and fell down a bit, but still, he wanted to believe in it. Because he had Buffy.
Slowly, he began thrusting into her, groaning at how tight she was, how warm and welcoming. When she wrapped herself around him, he felt as though he had found his home, there with her. Wherever Buffy went, so would he - to Sunnydale, across the world, it didn't matter.
As he sped up his thrusts, perspiration rolled down his temple and made their bodies slick. He could feel his balls tightening and knew that as much as he wanted to make this moment between them last until they were completely spent, neither of them were going to be able to hold out. So he shifted slightly, rubbing her clit as he thrust into her. A moment later, she clenched around him, and Wesley felt his own orgasm rising.
"My love," he groaned, just as he let go, twitching inside her. He held her close, both of them riding out their release.
When they both came down, panting heavily, Wesley raised his head and looked into her eyes. He wanted so badly to stay inside her, but knew he couldn't, so regretfully, he slipped out of her and discarded the condom. Once it was gone and he had wiped himself clean, he pulled Buffy into his arms settling down with her on the bed.
"We'll pack in the morning and head to Sunnydale as soon as possible," he told her. "Together. Wherever you need to go, Buffy - I'll be with you."
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The bell above the shop’s door rang, and Anya popped out from behind the counter. “Welcome to the Mag--Oh, it’s just the big fat abandoner!” she scoffed as she looked at Buffy. “Because of you, Xander’s sick! He can’t even get it up to sexually please me!” She looked at Wesley. “Who’s this?”
“Anya, you remember Wesley, don’t you? He was my Watcher when you helped us before graduation,” Buffy said.
“No he’s not! Your Watcher was all stuffy and not hot at all. This guy’s hot,” Anya said as she leaned around Wesley to check out his bottom, which made Buffy roll her eyes.
“Buffy!” Willow said as she came out of the backroom. She hugged her best friend and then turned to look at Wesley. “Hey, Wes.”
Willow was followed out by Tara and Xander. Tara hugged Buffy and smiled at Wesley. “Hi. I-I’m Tara,” she quietly said with a small wave.
“What’s he doing here?” Xander asked after hugging Buffy. She noted how pale he was and frowned.
“Wesley’s here to help us. He’s dealt with Cordy’s visions before and wanted to help,” Buffy said. She gave Wesley a look, hating that she had to lie. She wanted to tell her friends that they were together but knew they wouldn’t understand. It was probably better if they eased them into it.
“Oh! Tara and I have been researching the visions and found some books in Giles’ collection that might help,” Willow said before tugging her girlfriend over to the research table to get the books.
“So,” Xander said as he carefully approached Wesley, “is my head going to explode?”
“And will he be able to please me again?” Anya added.
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Following Buffy's directions, he took them over to the Magic Box, suddenly feeling a bit nervous when they walked in. Then he felt a lot nervous when the girl he recognized as Anya asked who he was. His cheeks reddened a bit when she said he couldn't be who he was because he was hot. And from the fact that he now knew a bit more about Xander Harris' sex life than he really ever wanted to know.
Since when had he become hot anyway? He wasn't hot. He was...well, Wesley, and was Anya checking out his bum?
Thankfully, Willow, Tara and Xander's arrival provided a distraction. Willow's girlfriend was a lovely young woman, he thought as he greeted her, but Xander's appearance worried him as soon as he saw him. So much so that he didn't mind that Buffy had glossed over the truth of his relationship to her and why he was really there. Xander definitely reminded him of Cordelia's reaction to the visions, which wasn't good. She had been barely able to manage her pain from them.
"I...erm...your head won't explode as such," he told Xander, trying to ignore Anya's rather inappropriate question. "But I don't need to tell you how difficult it is to deal with the aftereffects of the visions."
"Feels like someone's decided that a vampire took up residence in my head and tried to stake it. Repeatedly," the younger man muttered. "I don't get this. Why me?"
"There has to be some reason," Willow said.
"Yeah, like keeping me from having my happy orgasm moments," Anya groused. "The world hates me. Stupid ex-girlfriends showing up out of the blue and kissing their stupid ex-boyfriends to give them vision cooties."
Wesley looked over at Buffy then back to Xander, feeling sympathy for him having to deal with this while his girlfriend complained because he wasn't well enough to...see to her needs. "Well, before Cordelia..." He suddenly trailed off, realizing that the others probably didn't know what had actually happened to Cordelia give the way Anya talked about Cordy like she had actually been there.
"Before Cordelia what?" Willow asked.
Wesley hestitated for a moment but then realized that he was going to have to tell them sooner or later anyway. "Xander, Willow said Cordy came to you and gave you the visions. How?"
"She...uh...well, I came home from work the other night and she was waiting outside the apartment. She said something about needing to see me before she had to go. Next thing I knew, she was kissing me," Xander told him. "Then she left. I tried to follow her, but she disappeared."
"You didn't think that was--Xander, Cordelia...she died almost two months ago. In a place called Pylea."
"My boyfriend was kissed by dead girl! Ew!"
"Anya!" Willow said, her eyes wide. She then looked at Wesley. "She's really gone?"
Wesley nodded before looking back to the younger man. "I'm sorry, Xander."
Holding his head, Xander sat down heavily at the table. "No wonder she disappeared like that. Why...? Why did she do this to me?"
"Likely because she had no choice," Wesley told him softly. "The Powers seem to want someone on Earth to have these visions. We thought they were lost to the priests on Pylea, but apparently, the Powers managed to keep them from being passed on there, and you were chosen to take them."
"No offense, Wes, but that doesn't make me feel any better."
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