Comfort

[the_god_illyria]

"Then, Illyria, you have learned more then you need to know about being human, I dare say. You have admitted to a mistake and done it with sincerity to a person who was there and watched it all unfold. What happened in there was most definitively a rage spell and you, me, Angel, nor the pope would have any control over our respective angers in

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[the_god_illyria]

I let him hold me, let his hands caress the small of my back and turn me against the cool wall. Never did surrender feel so enjoyable. I closed my eyes and let my forehead rest on the tiled wall as he entered me. A soft moan escaping from my lips as I arched my back and pushed gently into him.

Nothing in at the moment mattered, nothing at all but Wesley, nothing but our bodies intertwined with each other as they were now.

I closed my eyes, thinking of nothing at all but the way Wesley felt inside of me. This was... this was all so new, still. The way his hands felt against mine, the way his body pushed against me... and I let him, let him take control because for once in my long existence I didn't want to be the one with it.

His head rested against my shoulder and I felt my body shudder, wanting to feel more of him... wanting to experience everything that I hadn't before. No longer was I searching through Winifred Burkle’s' memories to understand the moment, but I was creating something of my very own... my own memories, and developing my own feelings.

"Wesley," I whispered as his strokes became more powerful. I didn't realize how much I needed him after what had happened, but as his body pressed against my own, I realized how much I truly loved him.

[pryce_less]

I couldn't sustain the level of emotion that I was feeling, and contradicting the strong and gruff exterior that had come about in the past two years, I let a tear escape me as I worked into a rhythm against Illyria's firm and tight body.

I strained against her, fighting the pressure of my stitches, for this was more important, this moment, right now, was far more crucial to making Illyria what she could be, a human with superpowers.

I wasn't trying to mold her and as I slid into a comfortable rhythm, I chastised myself for even thinking as much, but this was important. A wave of emotions that actually penetrated her veneer, were now passing off of her in waves and onto me, making the sexual experience all the more gratifying.

I felt tearing in my stitches with one of my upward strokes and stopped, bearing in pain, staying within her, still hard, yet pulling back, and her with me, wrapping my arms around her, letting her know that I needed her to be my crutch, that I needed her with me.

That I needed her with me always. Like she was already experienced, she slider her hips over mine, as I held onto her, my back now resting against the shower wall, her straddles, tight and fierce, tickling, penetrating, enamoring.

She kissed me and it was like my brain was left behind.

[the_god_illyria]

I slightly frowned as I felt his body get tense, I turned my head slightly to look at him and realize there was a slight look of pain on him. I let him hold on to me and shifted positions, letting him lean back against the wall as I brought my body forward and slid my own hips over his, feeling him penetrating me deeply this way.

I moaned slightly as the forward motion felt good, then I leaned forward again looking for his lips, looking the find the object of my obsession and when I found it, I felt the world around me change one hundred times over.

Never did humanity look so interesting, never did I pay attention to all that it could mean... all its intricacies and how much emotions could change the mind and course of any one being, even one such as me.

I finally pulled away from the kiss and moved in and out of him, rhythmically, with more passion than I had ever felt before. I tilted my head slightly and looked into his eyes, feeling nothing but a complete sense of peace. I let my head rest on the curve between his neck and his shoulder for a while, his heart beating, full of life, full of everything I wanted to have, everything I wanted to understand. For me, there was no better moment than this, what I was experiencing...

[pryce_less]

I couldn't envision a scenario being so contradictory to lead to a point like we were currently endeavoring.

All of those deaths and al of her rage and even mine at that diner, had occurred to me while transpiring, as something that couldn't possibly be worse for her and for our relationship.

I was wrong. Blissfully wrong. What had happnd there had made her realize that she was now a part of humanity more then ever, only with additional strength then anyone who wasn't a slayer or an espcially powerful demon.

I slid my hands the length of her back, loving the feel of everything about her, attached to her, as she covered me.

I watched her eyes, as her lips once again came down to meet mine, and during the kiss, I was enraptured by the the meaning in her eyes, the determination that she had to be one with me, as she galloped on my erection.

I cupped her cheeks and squeezed. Squeezed with all of the love that I was feeling for her now and would continue to.

[the_god_illyria]

"Wesley... my Wesley," I muttered between my teeth as he slithered in and out of me.

For the first time since Wesley and I had been together, I felt truly human. All the wide array of emotions that I was feeling didn't seem to bother me as much anymore or matter at the moment. All that mattered was him... us.

The water was hitting my back now, making the friction between us easier, and making it slicker.

I closed my eyes and felt the warmth of his breath on my neck and it made me quicken my own pace. There was nothing I wanted more than the feel of him, inside, it was like a longing, it was something that I couldn't explain.

I wanted him... and I needed him, now more than ever.

[pryce_less]

When being bombarded with a mountain of pleasure, it was impossible to think with full clarity, other then the feel of her coming down on my shaft, or the way that her body felt against mine, or the way my muscles in my legs tightened, painfully, yet completely open and accepting of the pain.

But, in my mind, currently, wasn't anything that had just happened. I wasn't thinking about the fact that she had just killed in the rage diner.

I wasn't thinking that the police might be looking for her, or that camera's were taking pictures of the event.

I wasn't thinking about everyone else's opinion about us being a couple, or the derision that was delivered.

I wasn't even thinking about what Vail had done to me, and how I had survived the pain and had managed to kill him.

As her lips met mine, all that I could think about was the moment that we first met, was the minute that she emerged from Fred, and how I never thought that I would be able to go on when I saw the different visage emerge.

How wrong, blissfully wrong I had been.