Remaining where he was, kneeling on the floor, Wesley sat back a little, looking up at her, feeling himself beginning to harden, his boxers becoming tighter. Then she removed her jeans and her panties, leaving her completely nude, and he let out a groan. Oh God, she was so beautiful. Everything he had dreamed. Everything he had wanted.
He gazed up into her eyes when she leaned down toward him, her breath warm on his face and her lips coming closer. Wesley felt the anticipation of the moment building until suddenly she stopped, telling him he should brush his teeth. It took a moment for his over-stimulated mind to process that, but then he remembered what had happened in the sewers and realized she was right.
Standing, squirming a bit from his still tight trousers, he reached into the medicine cabinet for his toothbrush. He had an unopened spare one that he also took out and lay on the counter next to the sink.
"In case you wanted to, as well," he said, not sure how much of the water she may have got in her own mouth performing CPR. Quickly, he brushed his teeth, suddenly realizing how disgusting his mouth felt. "I think we should burn the clothes and this toothbrush when we're done."
Once he had cleaned his mouth thoroughly and rinsed it with mouthwash, he turned to her and smiled. "That's better," he told her before reaching up and sliding his shirt off, glad to finally be getting the sodden mess of his clothes off himself.
Fred wasn't blind and when Wesley stood in order to brush his teeth, she saw the bulge in the front of his pants. The sight of it made her throb, knowing she had been the one who'd caused the reaction from him. Pulling her eyes up, she watched as he brought down his toothbrush, along with one for her.
"I should," she said, picking up the extra toothbrush. She cleaned her teeth and then rinsed her mouth out. Turning toward Wesley, she watch as he pulled his shirt off and Fred couldn't help but to stare. He was so handsome. Her eyes then ticked down at his pants and she moved forward again.
"Let me," Fred murmured as she unbuttoned his pants, and carefully unzipped them. She then pulled them, along with his boxers, down and allowed them to pool at his feet. A blush covered her face as she looked down quickly before looking up at him again. "You're so wonderful, Wesley."
With her fingers lightly touching his hips, she moved forward and deeply kiss him, his erection brushing against her thigh. When the kiss was broken, she looked up into his eyes and quietly asked, "When we're through with the shower, will you take me to your bed and make love to me?"
When Fred picked up the extra toothbrush, he moved over to give her room. Then he noticed her watching him while he got rid of the shirt and looked down, suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious about the fact that he was excited and aroused just from her being there and being naked.
Then she reached out to him, undoing his trousers and pushing them and his boxers off him. Wesley hissed slightly when the material slide over his erection. He clenched his hands at his side to try to control him, but knew that was going to be practically impossible, especially with the way she was brushing against him and kissing him.
His hand came up to cup her face as they kissed and when they parted, he looked into her eyes, feeling his heart pounding at her question. "Yes," he whispered. "Oh, yes, Fred...I want nothing more."
Taking her hand, he helped her into the shower, having to fight to keep himself from touching her while they washed themselves of all the dirt and grime and sludge. Once they shampooed their hair and soaped off their body several times until they were clean, they got out of the shower. Wesley had just wrapped the towel around Fred when he looked down at her and couldn't control himself anymore.
He needed her so badly. He needed her more than anything.
Lifting her slightly off the ground, he took her into his bedroom and lay her down on the bed, leaning over her as he gazed over her body, feeling his cock twitching. "Oh, God, Fred, you're so beautiful," he whispered before kissing her, his hand roaming over her stomach, up to her breasts to cup one gently.
The shower was nice and Fred had a very hard time with keeping her hands to herself. She wanted to touch every inch of Wesley's body, but she also didn't want their first time to be in a shower. Once they were finished, Fred took the offered towel and giggled a little when Wesley picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.
When he placed her on the bed, Fred blushed, feeling completely exposed to him. She took a couple of deep breath and calmed herself down. This was Wesley and Fred knew he would never hurt her in anyway. And when he hovered over her, she smiled at him before he kissed her, their tongues mingling with each other.
A moan escaped her mouth when he gently cupped her breast. His touch was so soft, and so lovely. Reaching down, she wrapped her fingers around the shaft of his cock and slowly started to stroke him. Breaking the kiss, she look up at him and took a deep breath. "I love you so much, Wesley. And I want to be with you so badly. I-I've been thinking of this day ever since we kissed in your office," she whispered as her eyes filled with tears. "I need you inside of me, sweetie. I need to feel all of you."
Wesley was still amazed that they were there like this, that he was touching Fred, and it wasn't a dream but wonderful, marvelous reality. Her skin felt so soft, and her kisses so sweet. He knew that he could stay with her like this forever, if only they could.
Then she touched his cock, and it felt like a bolt of electricity shot right through him, causing him to gasp. "Oh lord, Fred," he groaned, taking several deep breaths in an attempt to keep himself under control. He didn't want this over before they even had a chance to really start. He wanted this to be a wonderful for her as he knew it would be.
He looked into her eyes, his heart pounding when she said she had been thinking about this since the day they had kissed in his office. That had been the day he had thought would never come, not after the ballet, not after everything that happened after. Yet, here they were.
And she loved him.
Gently, he nudged her legs apart and moved to kneel between them, grasping her hips. He locked eyes with her as he positioned himself over her. "I love you, Fred," he told her softly.
Then, slowly, he pushed inside her with a groan, her tightness and warmth enveloping him. Once he was buried to the hilt, he stopped, just staring down at her. They were really there together.
A soft groan left Fred's mouth as Wesley nudged her legs apart. Releasing his cock, she looked up at him as she waited for him to push into her. And as she waited, Fred began to wish things had been different between them before Wesley had taken Connor. She wished she hadn't been so blind to how Wesley felt about her - she had always been under the impression he only liked her as a friend.
She couldn't deny there had been a few moments where she truly thought she was happy with Gunn. Then the summer came, Angel and Cordy went missing, and she spent most of her time worrying about Wesley and trying to keep Gunn from killing Connor. Fred wanted Gunn to look at her as an adult and the only way she could do that was by sleeping with him - something she regretted each time she did.
And the little lies she told herself about how she felt about Gunn all came crashing down when Wesley slipped back into her life. With him there, Fred found herself turning to him instead of Gunn. It was Wesley who helped her with Professor Siedel when no one else would, and it was Wesley who saved her from Angelus, while Gunn just stood there.
His words of love washed over her as he pushed into her, filling her to the core. Wrapping her legs around his waist, Fred shuddered and nodded her head. "I'm fine," she whispered before pulling him down for a kiss.
Part of Wesley still couldn't believe this. He was here with Fred, inside her. And she felt unbelievable, better than he could have ever imagined. When she told him she was fine and pulled him down into a kiss, he groaned, and when they parted, he had to take a few moments to steady himself again.
Finally, he slowly began moving in her, looking down at her. Her damp hair was spread on the pillow, and her brown eyes looked up at him, filled with everything he had ever wanted and hoped to see there.
Reaching over, he took one of her hands in his, threading the fingers together. Then he leaned down, nuzzling her breast before taking it into his mouth, sucking gently, delighting at her response. Gazing back up at her, he smiled, moving his hips a bit faster, feeling his muscles beginning to tense but determined to hold on for her.
He gazed up into her eyes when she leaned down toward him, her breath warm on his face and her lips coming closer. Wesley felt the anticipation of the moment building until suddenly she stopped, telling him he should brush his teeth. It took a moment for his over-stimulated mind to process that, but then he remembered what had happened in the sewers and realized she was right.
Standing, squirming a bit from his still tight trousers, he reached into the medicine cabinet for his toothbrush. He had an unopened spare one that he also took out and lay on the counter next to the sink.
"In case you wanted to, as well," he said, not sure how much of the water she may have got in her own mouth performing CPR. Quickly, he brushed his teeth, suddenly realizing how disgusting his mouth felt. "I think we should burn the clothes and this toothbrush when we're done."
Once he had cleaned his mouth thoroughly and rinsed it with mouthwash, he turned to her and smiled. "That's better," he told her before reaching up and sliding his shirt off, glad to finally be getting the sodden mess of his clothes off himself.
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"I should," she said, picking up the extra toothbrush. She cleaned her teeth and then rinsed her mouth out. Turning toward Wesley, she watch as he pulled his shirt off and Fred couldn't help but to stare. He was so handsome. Her eyes then ticked down at his pants and she moved forward again.
"Let me," Fred murmured as she unbuttoned his pants, and carefully unzipped them. She then pulled them, along with his boxers, down and allowed them to pool at his feet. A blush covered her face as she looked down quickly before looking up at him again. "You're so wonderful, Wesley."
With her fingers lightly touching his hips, she moved forward and deeply kiss him, his erection brushing against her thigh. When the kiss was broken, she looked up into his eyes and quietly asked, "When we're through with the shower, will you take me to your bed and make love to me?"
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Then she reached out to him, undoing his trousers and pushing them and his boxers off him. Wesley hissed slightly when the material slide over his erection. He clenched his hands at his side to try to control him, but knew that was going to be practically impossible, especially with the way she was brushing against him and kissing him.
His hand came up to cup her face as they kissed and when they parted, he looked into her eyes, feeling his heart pounding at her question. "Yes," he whispered. "Oh, yes, Fred...I want nothing more."
Taking her hand, he helped her into the shower, having to fight to keep himself from touching her while they washed themselves of all the dirt and grime and sludge. Once they shampooed their hair and soaped off their body several times until they were clean, they got out of the shower. Wesley had just wrapped the towel around Fred when he looked down at her and couldn't control himself anymore.
He needed her so badly. He needed her more than anything.
Lifting her slightly off the ground, he took her into his bedroom and lay her down on the bed, leaning over her as he gazed over her body, feeling his cock twitching. "Oh, God, Fred, you're so beautiful," he whispered before kissing her, his hand roaming over her stomach, up to her breasts to cup one gently.
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When he placed her on the bed, Fred blushed, feeling completely exposed to him. She took a couple of deep breath and calmed herself down. This was Wesley and Fred knew he would never hurt her in anyway. And when he hovered over her, she smiled at him before he kissed her, their tongues mingling with each other.
A moan escaped her mouth when he gently cupped her breast. His touch was so soft, and so lovely. Reaching down, she wrapped her fingers around the shaft of his cock and slowly started to stroke him. Breaking the kiss, she look up at him and took a deep breath. "I love you so much, Wesley. And I want to be with you so badly. I-I've been thinking of this day ever since we kissed in your office," she whispered as her eyes filled with tears. "I need you inside of me, sweetie. I need to feel all of you."
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Then she touched his cock, and it felt like a bolt of electricity shot right through him, causing him to gasp. "Oh lord, Fred," he groaned, taking several deep breaths in an attempt to keep himself under control. He didn't want this over before they even had a chance to really start. He wanted this to be a wonderful for her as he knew it would be.
He looked into her eyes, his heart pounding when she said she had been thinking about this since the day they had kissed in his office. That had been the day he had thought would never come, not after the ballet, not after everything that happened after. Yet, here they were.
And she loved him.
Gently, he nudged her legs apart and moved to kneel between them, grasping her hips. He locked eyes with her as he positioned himself over her. "I love you, Fred," he told her softly.
Then, slowly, he pushed inside her with a groan, her tightness and warmth enveloping him. Once he was buried to the hilt, he stopped, just staring down at her. They were really there together.
"Are you all right?" he whispered.
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She couldn't deny there had been a few moments where she truly thought she was happy with Gunn. Then the summer came, Angel and Cordy went missing, and she spent most of her time worrying about Wesley and trying to keep Gunn from killing Connor. Fred wanted Gunn to look at her as an adult and the only way she could do that was by sleeping with him - something she regretted each time she did.
And the little lies she told herself about how she felt about Gunn all came crashing down when Wesley slipped back into her life. With him there, Fred found herself turning to him instead of Gunn. It was Wesley who helped her with Professor Siedel when no one else would, and it was Wesley who saved her from Angelus, while Gunn just stood there.
His words of love washed over her as he pushed into her, filling her to the core. Wrapping her legs around his waist, Fred shuddered and nodded her head. "I'm fine," she whispered before pulling him down for a kiss.
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Finally, he slowly began moving in her, looking down at her. Her damp hair was spread on the pillow, and her brown eyes looked up at him, filled with everything he had ever wanted and hoped to see there.
Reaching over, he took one of her hands in his, threading the fingers together. Then he leaned down, nuzzling her breast before taking it into his mouth, sucking gently, delighting at her response. Gazing back up at her, he smiled, moving his hips a bit faster, feeling his muscles beginning to tense but determined to hold on for her.
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