Wesley/Willow

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This was probably my fifth time at the Hyperion. No, wait... sixth, if you wanna count the quick errand I pulled the first time, grabbing a few books we didn't have and zipping back down to Sunnydale. I had talked with none other than Wesley Wyndam-Pryce a few times on the phone - real nice conversations. He was a good guy, and changed as much as

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[_wes_pryce_]

I blinked at the book and then over at Willow. "Uhm...I don't know?" Why had we taken that out anyway? Probably Cordelia's doing. She has this habit of just grabbing the nearest book and run with it. This only makes me more resolved of keeping this basement locked and only give Angel the key. And-and Willow. Though, she's not officially part of the team.

Swallowing, when she leaned against me, I closed my eyes for a moment. I could smell the soap she'd used for the shower this morning, and the warmth of her body seeping in to mine through the fabric of our shirts. "Well, at any rate. It's perfectly fixable as you say," I nodded reaching out for a book to stack pu. Of course I bumped into Willow's hand and she dropped the book she was stacking at the moment.

"This going..." I blinked at the book where it had fallen open. Mating habits of... Oh dear god. Tilting my head, I tried to hide my blush while looking at the scene they were describing. "They're quite...uh...fl-flexible, aren't they? That-that looks rather impossible." Pryce, you git. Just close the book before you embarrass yourself any further. Or her for that matter. Good god.

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I tilted my head and I had to grin a little. Wesley's reactions are always priceless. I giggled a little. "These demons are known for their double-jointed limbs and their habit of mating as much as possiblke," I said almost casually. They also laid their eggs in humans - Buffy had to kill one once and I was all too knowledgable about this race.

"But it's not all weird. I saw this one earlier, hence my spazziness," I said, thoughtless flicking the pages to the picture I had gawked at before. It was mainly a missionary position for the humanoid demons, though with the creative additions of what they were doing with their tails. Amused, I glanced at him, his face close to mine, and I had to smile. "You're blushing," I teased gently, bumping his shoulder with mine before leaning again.

He felt warm and the basement wad actually a little chilly. If Cordelia was going to set us up like this, she may as well have provided blankets. But... maybe I wouldn't kill her. This was pretty much the closest I had been to Wes for an elongated period of time, perhaps I should buy her new shoes.

[_wes_pryce_]

I think my eyes just went a little bit wider when Willow started to talk about the pictures so frankly. Not that they were explicit, well not unless you *were* that particular kind of demon, but still. Shifting a little, I pulled my legs under me and sat on my knees while I leaned on my hand behind her back.

"I-I-I...errr....A-a-am I?" I cleared my throat and blinked at the pictures again. They were moving. Why were they moving? Oh, right. Willow was flipping through the pages. I was sitting on the floor, locked up in the basement with Willow Rosenberg, flipping through a book about demon mating habits. Demon porn. Good lord. Was it getting hot in here?

Swallowing hard, I stared down at the picture she pointed out and tugged on the collar of my shirt. Can I just say how glad I am that my tie is already upstairs? "It's...well...errr...I'ts-i'ts not something you-you see everyday is it?" I turned my head to look at her, suddenly noticing how very, *very* close by she was. Is. She's close enough to kiss. Bloody hell.

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This was actually nice. Really surreal, I mean, not every day do you get locked in a basement, looking at demon porn with a guy you have a crush on. But nice. That and it was sort of fun to have Wesley be all stammery and awkward. Normally, I'm the stammery, awkward one. "Well," I said, still turned to him, trying to supress the urge to close the space between our lips, "not for them. They pretty much do it every day."

Wow... his eyes are really, really blue. I had noticed before and all, but now they were up close. And wider, now that we were on this subject. We were just... so close, I could feel the heat coming from him.

I lifted a hand, hesitating before being impulsive, and I brushed the back of my fingers down his cheek. "Yup, very warm," I said a little nervously, hoping he wouldn't freak out. I could my own blush creep over my features, so at least he wasn't alone, there.

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"They-they do?" Well they do, I knew that. I just didn't want to think about that. Not in front of Willow. Who, by the way shouldn't know these things! I really need to talk to Giles. What has he been teaching them over there in Sunnydale. It give me an image I can do very well without. "I mean...they-they do, yes."

Pulling off my glasses, I cleared my throat again. I wanted to polish them, but that would mean removing my arm from behind her back and I quite like it there. Instead I just fiddled with it in my hands and glanced at her from the corners of my eyes. Good lord, I shouldn't be this nervous.

I noticed she lifted her hand, and I turned to look at it when I suddenly found it on my face. Dropping my glasses, I smiled at her and then brought up my own hand to brush the back of it over her face. "Indeed," I agreed softly. Licking my suddenly dry lips, I looked into her eyes, noticing they were a lovely shade of emerald green. "You've lovely eyes," I muttered, wondering just exactly when her face had gotten so damn close.

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I felt kind of parched, and I wondered why the basement wasn't quite so cool anymore. I guess having guy's like Wes, who are usually so reserved and polite, touching you and telling you things like that has a bit more affect than I'd figured. "Thanks," I said, still nervous. "You, uh, you too." That wasn't ungenuine - they were so damn blue. Especially now, without the glasses hiding them.

This was such... a 'moment'. I wanted to draw it out because it was really magnetic, but I wa sscared it would get lost. So... what did I do now? Kiss him? Wait for him to kiss me? Or just pull away and start stacking demon porn-- uh, books.

Well... that was an easy decision. Despite blushing heatedly, I moved my hand to his neck, warmly resting it there as I leant in, my lips brushing against his, managing, for once, not to be clumsy about it. Smooth and soft and oh god please don't freak out.

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"Oh?" I said stupidly, blinking at that. I had nice eyes? Never thought of it that way. Or at all to be honest, they were just eyes. Well, mine were. And why the hell am I thinking about eyes when there are lips so close by? Should I even be this close?

I wasn't really sure. I didn't particularly want to move, but I could be making Willow uncomfortable. And I really didn't want that. Such a think might muck things up completely and I'd never get the chance to ask her out to dinner.

Just when I was about to apologize and straightened up, I felt her hand move to my neck. I froze, swallowed and then her lips were on mine. Willow's lips. Lips of Willow. Good lord, do something you idiot! Don't just sit there and be stupid about it.

I reached up with my hand and cupped the back of her head. Then I closed my eyes and kisser her back. Gently, softly, hesitant and not at all certain. But this was nice, this was more then I'd ever expected, this... I was kissing Willow. Or she was kissing me, who cared at this point.

"Uh...that-that was nice," I muttered, unable to look away from her eyes, wondering if perhaps she was regretting this now. I mean, the last girl I kissed was Cordelia and well... That went swimmingly, aside from the vision kiss. But this was very different. This was Willow.

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I nodded a little bit, slightly dazed - Wesley had kissed back! And there was touching and he wasn't getting up and say 'good lord' all flustered like. No, this was going good. Way good. I had to try and not mess it up. But I was sort of frozen, because... I couldn't believe what I had just done. That was... wow. Heh.

I was just happy he didn't think I was a freak and that I had lured him down into the basement to, I don't know, seduce him. Which I totally hadn't, it was all Cordelia's fault - I never thought my lips would ever be near to Wesley lips, not matter how much I would have liked it.

"I-I liked it," I murmured, fingers gently stroking the nape of his neck, almost reassuring. "Did you, um..." I shifted a little, but not away, just a little closer. "Did you want to do it again?" I guess we were taking Cordy's advice on making use of the time down here. She was such a brat, and she was so evil, but she had her heart in the right place. Kind of. Maybe a little far left.