I unbutton his shirt slowly, my gaze never leaving his. He smiles and for just a moment I remember the old Wesley, that smile. I've missed him - not the old Wesley because this new one does me just fine... I've just missed him.
"I'm glad we've gained your majesty's approval." He tells me and I grin, pulling open his shirt, untucking it from his jeans. I see the scars, they'd be hard to miss, and I can feel the dark cloud threatening to pass-- Until I press my lips to his collarbone. He has scars - we both do - inside and out. But we'll talk about that tomorrow. Right now, I just want him to kiss me, something he does anyway, before his lips slide down my throat and, oh, biting. Teeth. God, I like that.
"Was it much better than the second time?"
I smile. "You have to ask that?" There's nakedness now. Much nakedness. I'm missing a bra and Wesley has his hands unbuttoning and unzipping and-- "Hello! At a disadvantage here!" He's still wearing his shirt. And, might I add, most of his trousers. That's just wrong.
I bat his hands away, impatiently, roll my eyes, and then reach up to divest him of his shirt. And that would be that reason because whooo-boy. "Why couldn't I look at you like this three years ago?" I murmur, before sliding my hand around his neck to pull him down. Lips, lips of Wesley. Mmmm. Way better than the second time.
"Well, not really," I mutter, moving my mouth from one side of her throat to the other, using my teeth as I nip my way over. "Personally, I think this one is far better." And just as I'm about to slide her pants down, she bats away my hands, ranting about some disadvantage.
Pulling away, I raise an eyebrow at her and then blink as she slides my shirt down my arms. It lands on the floor next to hers. For a moment I look at that with a small smile before Cordelia yanks me down for another kiss. For which I don't find myself protesting at all. "I don't know," I muttered, moving my mouth down her breast with small kisses. "I'll look it up in my big old books tomorrow."
I finally get her pants undone and let them fall around her ankles. Putting my hands on her arse, very, very nice arse, I look down at her amused as she kisses my color bone. God, I had no idea how much I've missed her. But I'd never dared to dream I'd miss her like this.
Brushing my lips over hers, I slide one arm under her legs and lift her up in my arms. "Why don't we move to a more comfortable place," I mutter against them. I keep on kissing her, tasting her, my tongue rubbing over hers as I saunter toward my bedroom. Once there I lower her gently down on the bed and then lean back to look at her.
"Gorgeous, I whisper, moving one finger tip from her chin, down between her breasts, over her bell button in hooking it inside her panties. Slowly, I start to slide them down her legs while I kneel on the bed. Moving my other hand down her body I lean down and start to kiss her scars. Trying to kiss away the pain which tugs at my heart with each new discovery.
He mentions something about looking things up in his big books but... It's hard to pay attention when he's kissing his way down your skin like that. I'm no longer at a disadvantage, clothes-wise. Wesley is shirtless now, looking suitably ruffled in his dark jeans. I'm struck by the fact that it suits him, way better than the buttoned up be-tweeded look ever did-- But then I'm not thinking any more because Wesley has his hands on my ass.
Wesley. Has. His. Hands. On. My. Ass.
Two years ago? This might have been funny. Wesley. With his hands. On my *ass*. Except this isn't two years ago, a fact that's being driven home every time he touches me. We're here, it's now and Wesley's sweeping me off my feet - literally - carrying me into his bedroom.
"Gorgeous." He whispers, looking at me.
"Well, DUH." I tease, catching my breath as Wes slides the tip of his finger down, down, further than that... And then I'm back at a disadvantage again because I'm naked, on Wesley's bed, and he's kissing my stomach. You'd think I'd be self-conscious about that or something, weirded out, but Wesley's not and I guess I'm okay with it too because his stubble scratches my skin slightly and I'm squirming beneath him.
"You're too far away," I mock-whine, nudging his thigh with my toe. I beckon him towards me with a crooked finger and he moves upwards, smiling at me before I claim his mouth again. "See, much better." I whisper, sliding my hands down his chest. I'm in no hurry here, but there shouldn't be a time when he's not kissing me. Ever.
Raising my eyebrow, I look up at her when she gives me a very Cordeliasque duh. A small chuckle escapes me as I bend my head and continue to kiss her scar. Each one is one to many as far as I'm concerned. And each one a result of the so called 'good fight'. I've my own, obviously, but they do not matter now. Hers do.
I let my hands move over her body, thumbs flicking over her nipples until they grow hard under my touch. Her skin is soft like silk and I feel as though my hands are to rough for her. They have blood on them, and now they are touching her. But I can't not touch her, and there's no way she'll let me pull away now.
Dropping a kiss on the scar she's gained in Sunnydale, I grin as I feel her squirm underneath me. I let one hand slide toward her legs, not actually dipping between them yet. But just as I'm about to, I'm being summoned by Cordelia again. Chuckling at that thought, I smile at her and capture her lips with mine.
My body arches into her touch as her hands slide down my body. Pulling back, I notice my smile is still in place. I can't remember smiling this much. It's been so long it should hurt actually. Leaning on my elbow, I move half on top her, as to not crush her with my weight. Even if it is skin and bones as she said.
"I'll never be far away again," I say, dropping a kiss on her forehead, then he nose and then on her lips again. Taking my time to taste her, I let my hands roam freely over her body, grinning at the sound she makes as I slide one between he legs and rub my finger over the sweet spot there.
His hands are everywhere. I watch as he touches me, his fingers sliding over my skin so reverently that it seems like Wesley thinks he's dreaming or some crap because it's always soft. And I like soft as much as the next finely tuned romantic girl but, really, a little-- Ohhhkay.
Wesley got really good at the foreplay, apparently, because he knows just how to read my body, just where to touch and I'm spinning right there on his bed.
"You're too far away," I whine, and he pulls himself up towards me, let's me do a little playing of my own for a little while until he drops a kiss on my forehead, my nose, my lips.
"I'll never be far away again."
I think we both know how loaded a statement that is. Wesley just made a promise and I look at him, determined to show him I'll return that tenfold, when his hand slips between my legs and my back arches slightly.
I feel, well, guilty. Here he is doing the kissing and the nice touching and I'm getting my mind sort of blown by the fact that it's Wesley and-- He's still wearing those jeans. And judging by the bulge in the front they just have to be tight. Killing him. Uh-huh.
I press my hand against him through the denim, grin as he lets out a little growl. "I'm glad that you're going to be close by, re-really--" my voice dips as his fingers slip against me again, "--but could you be close by and naked all at the same time?" Was that too much to ask? Didn't think so. Especially not when I was-- God, very naked. And very-- Well, horny, actually. Geez. A little bit of foreplay and my ability to string two sentences together goes out the window.
The moments those words leave my mouth, I notice how bloody loaded they are. But I mean it; I'll never be far away. Not if I can help it. Not unless she wants me to. And I as I look into her eyes, I can see the determination there for her to do the same. Which makes me smile softly at her.
But at the moment, I'm determined to make her feel good. A chuckle escapes me as she arches into my touches and I rub my thumb over that spot which makes her moan so lovely. I drop my other hand, tangling it in her hair while I move my mouth over her body.
Kissing skin, teasing, nipping, licking. Biting down on a nipple and then soothing it with my hand while my mouths moves onto the other one. She really does taste very good. I'd love to taste some more of her, but as I'm on my way to do so, she presses a hand against my very obvious state of arousal.
A small growl tumbles out of my mouth as my hips buck, pushing my jean clad erection against her hand. My own hand moves between her legs, pushing one finger inside of her. "Hmmmm," I mutter, looking up at her words. After crooking my finger inside her, nudging that little soft spot that'll make her see stars.
I can hear her gasp and pull my finger out of her. "I suppose I could," I say, sliding a leg over her and leaning on my elbow. I glance down at her; a smile on my face, which I know, might be a little evil. I lick her juices from my finger, groaning lightly at the taste. "I have other plans first though," I confess. Before she can say anything, because I know that look she sports right now, I claim her lips again.
Then I slowly move my way down her body. Tongue trailing over skin, hands following. I suck on her breasts for a while before moving down and dipping the tip of my tongue into her belly button. Nudging her legs apart gently, I put my hands on her hips and blow hot air over the wetness now exposed to me.
As I look up, I have suck in my breath at the picture makes. All soft planes, lovely curves, spread out for me a look of want in her eyes as she eagerly withers beneath me. Smiling, I reach up to touch her face lightly before dipping my head. I close my lips around that little nub, sucking on it and flicking my tongue out to stroke it.
Apparently Wes likes me being the disadvantaged-naked one here because, despite my protests, he's doing his best to distract me. Kisses, fingers-- Oh, God, his fingers are--
"Oh God..." I close my eyes as his finger curls inside me, hitting a spot that's pretty much destined to make me see stars if he keeps that up and then all of a sudden he's away again, sliding his leg over me and smiling.
Everything changes when he licks his finger like that. The finger that was just-- Oh, holy God. I hated Lilah. I was sorry I killed her and all, sure, but if she taught him all this then I can't really help my mini-Lilah-yay, especially when he tells me that he has other plans. "Oh, really?"
He works his way down my body, making my body sing with a tongue that was only ever useful for yakking, as I recall. And now he's, God, his breath tickles. His breath tickles and I'm wet and if he doesn't just do something I might overheat and die and he really doesn't want that. He touches my cheek and I'm about to protest that he's a bigger tease than me when his lips close around me, his tongue flicking, pressing flat against me and I'm writhing there in his grip, sliding my fingers through his hair.
Having been on the other side of the coin where bodily functions are concerned? I'm so thankful that I'm back in my own body because this feeling - this breathless, stuck between five thousand different planes of existence while he uses his tongue to make me see stars - I needed this.
I needed Wesley and I'm fairly sure I'm babbling words to those effect, about needing him, when he slips a finger inside me again and I see more stars, clutch him tighter.
Now this is more like it. Apparently there is a way to silence Cordelia and make her babble. I should remember that, I may have to take advantage of that at some point. Or maybe not, I shouldn't think further then the here and now. That would only spoil the mood and I refuse to do that.
I grin as she moves beneath me. My own erection is throbbing in my far, far to tight jeans. But it can wait. I'm not stupid. She'll have more chances then I to fall over the edge tonight, and I intend to take every chance I can get from her. Then and only then, is it my turn. Don’t get me wrong, I intent to make that as good a possible too. Odd how I’d never thought there would be a ‘first time’ between Cordelia and I. But now that it’s happening, I can only feel regret about the fact that it’s not happened before.
Sliding one hand slowly up her body, I cup her breast again. My other hand moves up and covers her other breast as I start to massage them. Using my elbow, I spread her legs wide as my tongue flicks in and out of her wetness. My lips keep sucking on that little nub and I chuckle as she groans, arching up into my mouth, my hands. The sounds she’s making, abandoned and passionate are music to my ears. Only making me eager to make her even feel better. To push her over that edge harder then she’s ever fell before. And I’ll be waiting to catch her as she falls down.
This feels so good. I can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction, of joy at making Cordelia feel this way. Speeding up my efforts, I start to pant as her ragged breathing reaches my ears. Using my teeth, I scrape them over her sensitive spot before sucking on it hard as I pinch her nipples. “You taste so good,” I mutter, humming between her legs as I push my tongue inside her hard again.
"I'm glad we've gained your majesty's approval." He tells me and I grin, pulling open his shirt, untucking it from his jeans. I see the scars, they'd be hard to miss, and I can feel the dark cloud threatening to pass-- Until I press my lips to his collarbone. He has scars - we both do - inside and out. But we'll talk about that tomorrow. Right now, I just want him to kiss me, something he does anyway, before his lips slide down my throat and, oh, biting. Teeth. God, I like that.
"Was it much better than the second time?"
I smile. "You have to ask that?" There's nakedness now. Much nakedness. I'm missing a bra and Wesley has his hands unbuttoning and unzipping and-- "Hello! At a disadvantage here!" He's still wearing his shirt. And, might I add, most of his trousers. That's just wrong.
I bat his hands away, impatiently, roll my eyes, and then reach up to divest him of his shirt. And that would be that reason because whooo-boy. "Why couldn't I look at you like this three years ago?" I murmur, before sliding my hand around his neck to pull him down. Lips, lips of Wesley. Mmmm. Way better than the second time.
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Pulling away, I raise an eyebrow at her and then blink as she slides my shirt down my arms. It lands on the floor next to hers. For a moment I look at that with a small smile before Cordelia yanks me down for another kiss. For which I don't find myself protesting at all. "I don't know," I muttered, moving my mouth down her breast with small kisses. "I'll look it up in my big old books tomorrow."
I finally get her pants undone and let them fall around her ankles. Putting my hands on her arse, very, very nice arse, I look down at her amused as she kisses my color bone. God, I had no idea how much I've missed her. But I'd never dared to dream I'd miss her like this.
Brushing my lips over hers, I slide one arm under her legs and lift her up in my arms. "Why don't we move to a more comfortable place," I mutter against them. I keep on kissing her, tasting her, my tongue rubbing over hers as I saunter toward my bedroom. Once there I lower her gently down on the bed and then lean back to look at her.
"Gorgeous, I whisper, moving one finger tip from her chin, down between her breasts, over her bell button in hooking it inside her panties. Slowly, I start to slide them down her legs while I kneel on the bed. Moving my other hand down her body I lean down and start to kiss her scars. Trying to kiss away the pain which tugs at my heart with each new discovery.
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Wesley. Has. His. Hands. On. My. Ass.
Two years ago? This might have been funny. Wesley. With his hands. On my *ass*. Except this isn't two years ago, a fact that's being driven home every time he touches me. We're here, it's now and Wesley's sweeping me off my feet - literally - carrying me into his bedroom.
"Gorgeous." He whispers, looking at me.
"Well, DUH." I tease, catching my breath as Wes slides the tip of his finger down, down, further than that... And then I'm back at a disadvantage again because I'm naked, on Wesley's bed, and he's kissing my stomach. You'd think I'd be self-conscious about that or something, weirded out, but Wesley's not and I guess I'm okay with it too because his stubble scratches my skin slightly and I'm squirming beneath him.
"You're too far away," I mock-whine, nudging his thigh with my toe. I beckon him towards me with a crooked finger and he moves upwards, smiling at me before I claim his mouth again. "See, much better." I whisper, sliding my hands down his chest. I'm in no hurry here, but there shouldn't be a time when he's not kissing me. Ever.
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I let my hands move over her body, thumbs flicking over her nipples until they grow hard under my touch. Her skin is soft like silk and I feel as though my hands are to rough for her. They have blood on them, and now they are touching her. But I can't not touch her, and there's no way she'll let me pull away now.
Dropping a kiss on the scar she's gained in Sunnydale, I grin as I feel her squirm underneath me. I let one hand slide toward her legs, not actually dipping between them yet. But just as I'm about to, I'm being summoned by Cordelia again. Chuckling at that thought, I smile at her and capture her lips with mine.
My body arches into her touch as her hands slide down my body. Pulling back, I notice my smile is still in place. I can't remember smiling this much. It's been so long it should hurt actually. Leaning on my elbow, I move half on top her, as to not crush her with my weight. Even if it is skin and bones as she said.
"I'll never be far away again," I say, dropping a kiss on her forehead, then he nose and then on her lips again. Taking my time to taste her, I let my hands roam freely over her body, grinning at the sound she makes as I slide one between he legs and rub my finger over the sweet spot there.
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Wesley got really good at the foreplay, apparently, because he knows just how to read my body, just where to touch and I'm spinning right there on his bed.
"You're too far away," I whine, and he pulls himself up towards me, let's me do a little playing of my own for a little while until he drops a kiss on my forehead, my nose, my lips.
"I'll never be far away again."
I think we both know how loaded a statement that is. Wesley just made a promise and I look at him, determined to show him I'll return that tenfold, when his hand slips between my legs and my back arches slightly.
I feel, well, guilty. Here he is doing the kissing and the nice touching and I'm getting my mind sort of blown by the fact that it's Wesley and-- He's still wearing those jeans. And judging by the bulge in the front they just have to be tight. Killing him. Uh-huh.
I press my hand against him through the denim, grin as he lets out a little growl. "I'm glad that you're going to be close by, re-really--" my voice dips as his fingers slip against me again, "--but could you be close by and naked all at the same time?" Was that too much to ask? Didn't think so. Especially not when I was-- God, very naked. And very-- Well, horny, actually. Geez. A little bit of foreplay and my ability to string two sentences together goes out the window.
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But at the moment, I'm determined to make her feel good. A chuckle escapes me as she arches into my touches and I rub my thumb over that spot which makes her moan so lovely. I drop my other hand, tangling it in her hair while I move my mouth over her body.
Kissing skin, teasing, nipping, licking. Biting down on a nipple and then soothing it with my hand while my mouths moves onto the other one. She really does taste very good. I'd love to taste some more of her, but as I'm on my way to do so, she presses a hand against my very obvious state of arousal.
A small growl tumbles out of my mouth as my hips buck, pushing my jean clad erection against her hand. My own hand moves between her legs, pushing one finger inside of her. "Hmmmm," I mutter, looking up at her words. After crooking my finger inside her, nudging that little soft spot that'll make her see stars.
I can hear her gasp and pull my finger out of her. "I suppose I could," I say, sliding a leg over her and leaning on my elbow. I glance down at her; a smile on my face, which I know, might be a little evil. I lick her juices from my finger, groaning lightly at the taste. "I have other plans first though," I confess. Before she can say anything, because I know that look she sports right now, I claim her lips again.
Then I slowly move my way down her body. Tongue trailing over skin, hands following. I suck on her breasts for a while before moving down and dipping the tip of my tongue into her belly button. Nudging her legs apart gently, I put my hands on her hips and blow hot air over the wetness now exposed to me.
As I look up, I have suck in my breath at the picture makes. All soft planes, lovely curves, spread out for me a look of want in her eyes as she eagerly withers beneath me. Smiling, I reach up to touch her face lightly before dipping my head. I close my lips around that little nub, sucking on it and flicking my tongue out to stroke it.
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"Oh God..." I close my eyes as his finger curls inside me, hitting a spot that's pretty much destined to make me see stars if he keeps that up and then all of a sudden he's away again, sliding his leg over me and smiling.
Everything changes when he licks his finger like that. The finger that was just-- Oh, holy God. I hated Lilah. I was sorry I killed her and all, sure, but if she taught him all this then I can't really help my mini-Lilah-yay, especially when he tells me that he has other plans. "Oh, really?"
He works his way down my body, making my body sing with a tongue that was only ever useful for yakking, as I recall. And now he's, God, his breath tickles. His breath tickles and I'm wet and if he doesn't just do something I might overheat and die and he really doesn't want that. He touches my cheek and I'm about to protest that he's a bigger tease than me when his lips close around me, his tongue flicking, pressing flat against me and I'm writhing there in his grip, sliding my fingers through his hair.
Having been on the other side of the coin where bodily functions are concerned? I'm so thankful that I'm back in my own body because this feeling - this breathless, stuck between five thousand different planes of existence while he uses his tongue to make me see stars - I needed this.
I needed Wesley and I'm fairly sure I'm babbling words to those effect, about needing him, when he slips a finger inside me again and I see more stars, clutch him tighter.
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I grin as she moves beneath me. My own erection is throbbing in my far, far to tight jeans. But it can wait. I'm not stupid. She'll have more chances then I to fall over the edge tonight, and I intend to take every chance I can get from her. Then and only then, is it my turn. Don’t get me wrong, I intent to make that as good a possible too. Odd how I’d never thought there would be a ‘first time’ between Cordelia and I. But now that it’s happening, I can only feel regret about the fact that it’s not happened before.
Sliding one hand slowly up her body, I cup her breast again. My other hand moves up and covers her other breast as I start to massage them. Using my elbow, I spread her legs wide as my tongue flicks in and out of her wetness. My lips keep sucking on that little nub and I chuckle as she groans, arching up into my mouth, my hands. The sounds she’s making, abandoned and passionate are music to my ears. Only making me eager to make her even feel better. To push her over that edge harder then she’s ever fell before. And I’ll be waiting to catch her as she falls down.
This feels so good. I can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction, of joy at making Cordelia feel this way. Speeding up my efforts, I start to pant as her ragged breathing reaches my ears. Using my teeth, I scrape them over her sensitive spot before sucking on it hard as I pinch her nipples. “You taste so good,” I mutter, humming between her legs as I push my tongue inside her hard again.
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