As Buffy murmured her love to him, Wesley smiled and kissed the top of her head before nuzzling her temple. Closing his eyes, he lay there with her in the bed. He could feel her slowly relaxing until he could tell that she had finally fallen asleep.
Closing his eyes, he let himself drift off into a light doze. He had never been a heavy sleeper as it was - when he had been a child, he had always wanted to be aware in case his father entered the room to test him, and when he had been at the Watchers Academy, sleeping light had been the main way to keep from having tricks played on you. Of course, when you were in a life where demons were very real and could attack anytime, it was also the only way to stay alive in many situations.
But here and now, he wanted to doze so that if Buffy needed him, he'd be there. She was the most important person in his life. Always would be.
So he dozed a bit, even as his mind continued going over things - Xander's visions, how the Powers had managed to keep them from being lost to the priests on Pylea, what to do to help him. It didn't make for a very restful nap.
And when Buffy suddenly pulled as his arms, he jolted awake to find her already upright, her eyes wet with tears. When she said that she had suffered a nightmare, he immediately reached out to her, enfolding her tightly in his arms. Nightmares. In their line of work, it wasn't surprising. When he did manage to sleep deeply, it seemed that nightmares always came.
But for a Slayer to have a nightmare - he knew how much more that could mean.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked softly, running his hand soothingly through her hair.
Closing his eyes, he let himself drift off into a light doze. He had never been a heavy sleeper as it was - when he had been a child, he had always wanted to be aware in case his father entered the room to test him, and when he had been at the Watchers Academy, sleeping light had been the main way to keep from having tricks played on you. Of course, when you were in a life where demons were very real and could attack anytime, it was also the only way to stay alive in many situations.
But here and now, he wanted to doze so that if Buffy needed him, he'd be there. She was the most important person in his life. Always would be.
So he dozed a bit, even as his mind continued going over things - Xander's visions, how the Powers had managed to keep them from being lost to the priests on Pylea, what to do to help him. It didn't make for a very restful nap.
And when Buffy suddenly pulled as his arms, he jolted awake to find her already upright, her eyes wet with tears. When she said that she had suffered a nightmare, he immediately reached out to her, enfolding her tightly in his arms. Nightmares. In their line of work, it wasn't surprising. When he did manage to sleep deeply, it seemed that nightmares always came.
But for a Slayer to have a nightmare - he knew how much more that could mean.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked softly, running his hand soothingly through her hair.
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