The 12 Wes' for Christmas Part 10: Wesley/Wilow
Title: It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...
For: Willocwen, Who is my one and only Willow!
Setting: Sunnydale.
Required: A pub, darts or pool and a lot of UST
Word Count: 4.076
Rating: NC17 Doh
Spoilers: This is set after S3 of BtvS, where Wesley stayed instead of becoming a Rogue Demon Hunter.
Beta read by: kyrieane ((Hugsss))
Previous parts of the Wesley Christmas Smut-a-Thon can be found HERE.
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...
Christmas, Wesley thought, was just another holiday for the shops to earn a whole lot of cash in one swoop. Of course it didn't help his Christmas spirit when he was reminded of those from his childhood. The less he thought about those, the better.
As it were, he found himself alone on Christmas again. Not that he minded, he could catch up on some work. And as long as he kept telling himself that, he would believe it. Every since the battle with the mayor, and Faith falling into a coma, he'd been trying his best to make up for his failures. Working on translations and researching Demons while Mr. Giles worked with the Slayer. Training and joining her on patrol.
Both Buffy and Dawn had invited him over for Christmas Eve, to have dinner with them. Giles and Joyce had as well. But Wesley had declined. It was a family fest, and no matter how hard they tried, he didn't feel part of that family. He felt as if he were intruding somehow. Anya and Xander had decided to have their own little Christmas fest and Willow was going to spend time with her parents for Hanukkah.
So, Wesley thought, it was a perfect time to catch up on some work. He'd slipped into some comfortable jeans and a green button-down shirt, because why dress up when there wasn't going to be anyone to impress, and grabbed his spare key. About to make his way to the Magic Box when there was a knock on the door of his shabby hotel room.
It was a tentative knock. Not the confidant knock Buffy or Giles would use. Nor the playful knock Dawn would use. Or the indifferent knock of Xander. Tentative, soft, hesitant. Willow. Frowning, Wesley looked at the door. Why would Willow knock on his door? She was supposed to finally spend time with her parents. He had his thoughts about her parents. Willow's parents weren't that much better than his own, but at least they didn't hit her, they just...ignored her
Wesley liked Willow. She was one of the first, no correction, she was the first, who had made a real effort to make him feel welcome. After Oz had left and Xander had gotten together with Anya, she must've felt alone. Wesley liked to think he was at least able to fill up some of that void. They spend hours in the library, discussing books, Internet, magic, playing chess. A game she was becoming far to good at by the way.
Striding over to the door, Wesley opened it and indeed found Willow on his doorstep. Dressed in a pretty green gown, hair pulled up in a festive bun with small pearls laced through. A soft touch of make-up on her face. Wesley just looked at her in awe. Until he caught the expression on her face. It wasn't a happy one.
"Hi," she said softly, giving a little wave with her hand. She clasped her hands in front of her and started to shuffle from foot to foot. She liked Wesley a lot and when her parents had once again canceled, he was the only one she could think of to go see. Not wanting to intrude Buffy's family dinner with her own small drama. "I....Uh...t-though that...uhm...it's well...and my parents...and Buffy was having dinner and....you were alone and..." She stomped her foot a little, making a face. "Dammit," she muttered under her breath. Why couldn't she just say what she wanted to?
Wesley looked at her sadly. So her parent had once again abandoned her, she didn't want to bother Buffy and since he was alone why not come here. Or so he gathered. But why him? He wasn't about to question that though. Opening the door wide in the normal Sunnydale unspoken invitation he smiled at her.
Visibly brightening, Willow smiled back and walked inside. Or more slide inside gracefully. Wesley swallowed hard by the beautiful picture she made. "My parent had to go on an emergency trip to France and I didn't want to intrude on Buffy's family dinner and Xander and Anya were gone, besides I thought you might like some company since you'e alone too and I like you," She suddenly rushed out, wringing her hands in front of her. She dropped her eyes to the floor, then glanced up at him through her eye lashes.
Wesley blinked at her, her words clicking into place in his brain. Ah, an emergency trip to god knows where while they were supposed to celebrate a holiday with their child. How well Wesley remembered those. And not wanting to intrude on the Slayers' family dinner he understood as well. Wait. She liked him? Just liked, liked of course. As friends. Yes, of course that's what she meant.
"You look lovely. It's a pity to let all that work go to waste." He smiled at her, his eyes going up and down her body. Lovely didn't even come close. She looked gorgeous. Breathtaking. "I don't really celebrate Christmas, or Hannukah or whatever. In fact," he held up the key to the Magic Box with a sheepish look, "I was just about to catch up on some work."
"I look lovely?" Willow gave him a shy smile. Dropping her hands by her sides she looked down her dress. "It's very uncomfortable though." She pulled up her dress to reveal some sneakers underneath. "At least my shoes aren't killing me." She chuckled and then glanced at the key in Wesley's hand. "You were going to work. On a holiday?" She blinked at him, tilting her head to look at him curiously.
"Well, yes." He raked a hand through his hair and shrugged. "I didn't have anything better to do. It certainly beats sitting in this hotel room alone." Turing the key around in his hand he glanced at her. "Would you like to join me?" Of course, it's every girl's dream to spend Christmas or Hannukah working at the Magic Box, he chastised himself. God good, he was such a git!
"Sure!" Willow smiled brightly at him. Anything sounded better then spending another evening alone. Especially when it was supposed to be such a festive evening. Then she glanced down at her satin dress again. "Uh....I'm-I'm not exactly dressed for...uh...that am I?" She gave him a helpless look, tugging on her dress. "I don't suppose you have-have uh...something to..." her voice trailed off when she realized the stupidity of her own question. This was going swell.
"No, no not really," Wesley shook his head. He thought for a moment and then suddenly ran off to his closet. "I have one of Buffy's sweats here. They might fit you." He glanced back at her with a triumphant look, until he caught her expression. "Oh uh...she...she changed here some days back when...with the uh...mud demon," he shrugged, holding the sweat pants in his hand.
"Oh! Right," Willow nodded, remembering that little adventure. Grabbing the sweatpants she unfolded them. "These will do great. But uh...can I borrow one of your shirts?" She eyed the shirt he was wearing now and smiled. "That one looks good on you by the way," she said softly, shyly.
Running a hand down the shirt, Wesley blinked. "Oh thank you," he answered, equally shy. "I'll go find a shirt for you. Why don't you get dressed in the bathroom and then we can go to the library for a little work." She nodded at him and walked into the bathroom. Wesley dove into his closet to find her a shirt. Finally coming up with a blue one he liked, he glanced at it and then at the one he was currently wearing. Green was much more her color. It made those lovely green eyes shine.
Shrugging out of his shirt, he put on the blue one himself and knocked on the bathroom door. "Willow? I've a shirt for you." The door opened a crack and he handed his shirt through the door.
"But this is the one you were wearing," Willow's voice came.
"I thought it would look better on you," Wesley replied with a chuckle, buttoning up his shirt.
He heard Willow laugh softly and the door closed again. A few moments later it opened again and Willow stepped out. Wearing sweat pants, a shirt that was much to big and the bottom tied around her middle, her hair brushed out and falling like a waterfall over her shoulder, make-up washed from her face. Wesley just gaped at her.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," Willow scowled a little. "I look horrible." She ran a hand through her hair and sighed.
A smile tugged on the corner of Wesley's lips. "Actually, I was thinking how right I was. You look far better in that shirt then I do." The smile broke through when she looked at him startled.
Willow smiled back and glanced at Wesley. The blue shirt brought out his eyes perfectly. Stunning blue eyes, eyes shouldn't be that blue, Willow thought. Not to mention that this shirt was clinging perfectly to his body. And those tight jeans were showing off that nice ass very well to. Blushing at those thoughts she looked at him with wide eyes. "So," clearing her throat, she waved at him. "Magic Box?"
~*~*~*~
They hadn't gotten much work done. Not, now that Wesley thought about it, there had been much work. It had just been an excuse to get out of that rat-hole hotel room. Thus far they had discussed the Christmas tree, mocking Buffy and Giles decorations. They had discussed several books, scrolls, argued about translations. But mostly they had been secretly glancing at each other. Stolen glances they hoped the other wouldn't see. Or would see, maybe?
Right now they had given up on the pretense of working. Willow had gone and gotten them both some hot chocolate, pouring it in some mugs from Giles' office. Wesley had winced a little at that, since those were mugs Giles drank tea from. They were just going to have to wash them out properly and all would be well, or so Willow had assured him.
Hot chocolate was fetched, and the chessboard was set up. There was nothing like playing chess under the Christmas three in the library. Right. They could both think of something better to do. But neither of them dared to, all for various reasons, reasons that made perfect sense in their heads.
Which, of course, was ridiculous. They had been eying each other all evening. Wesley had taken a shuddering breath when Willow licked her lips slowly. Willow had swallowed hard everytime Wesley bent over to pick up one of the books on the floor. Wesley had felt butterflies in his stomach whenever Willow came close to ask him something, or show him something. Bodies barely brushing against each other. Willow had just gazed at those graceful hands when they turned pages or when those long, slender fingers flew over the pages.
And now they were playing chess. Pointedly looking down at the chess board. Except, of course, to steal glances at each other. Willow bit her bottom lip as she glanced down at those long fingers making another move. She wasn't even paying attention to the game. Not really. And something told her neither was Wesley.
It was Christmas....or Hanukkah, they both were lonely, the both liked each other, or more then liked, they both hoped. So why were they dancing around each other so much?
It was annoying the hell out of Willow.
It was annoying the hell out of Wesley.
"Wesley,...I..."
"Willow,...I.."
The both looked up at the at the time. Green eyes locking with blue. Willow swallowed and her eyes went to Wesley's lips. Wesley's tongue snaked out nervously, licking his suddenly dry lips. Willow whimpered and Wesley jeans were becoming a bit tight.
Taking a deep breath, Wesley prayed he was doing the right thing and leaned forward. The blinking lights of the Christmas tree illuminating their faces. Willow froze, afraid to move away, she just kept looking at those lips as they came closer. Then she flicked her eyes up to meet Wesley's again as those soft lips pressed over hers.
Willow's hands came up to clutch his shoulders as he kissed her tentatively. He snaked an arm around her waist, still just lips moving over each other. When he pulled back he looked at her shyly, unsure. He followed her tongue as it licked over her bottom lip, suddenly having the urge to suck it inside his mouth.
Pulling back more, but not removing his arm around her, Wesley swallowed. "I'm sorry," he said softly.
Willow just smiled at him. "Don't be," she whispered back. She blinked at him shyly and leaned in closer. "I liked it." This time it was she who pressed their lips together. Wesley's hand went up her back, rubbing over the soft cotton of his own shirt. Willow parted her lips, letting him enter while she shyly pushed her tongue into his mouth.
Tongue's sliding over each other, hands brushing over bodies, wanting to feel skin. Moans stifled in each others mouths as they deepened the kiss. Tasting, exploring, tongues battling, slips moving over each other, bodies pressing closer until they needed to breath.
"I want you," Willow breathed and then looked at him, shocked at her own words. But she wasn't going to take them back. She did want him. Right now. Right here. In the Magic Box.
Wesley groaned at those words, bitting his bottom lip. "Are you sure?" Yes, he wanted her too. But he wasn't going to take this any further when it was just a spur of the moment thing. When it was only because she felt lonely and abandoned. She was better then that, even though he wanted her.
Pulling back, Willow gave him a serious look. She looked into his eyes and then nodded slowly. "I am," She said with certainty in her voice. "I want you. I think I have for a while now." But she'd still been to confused about Oz to admit it.
Wesley smiled softly at her, leaning in for another kiss. "Have you ever....uh....and are you on the...uh..." Wincing at his own clumsiness, he sighed. Great, he finally met someone he really, really liked. And he was stumbling all over himself again.
Willow blushed, swallowing hard. "Uh...yes with...O-oz and....yes, since....yes." She nodded frantically, afraid that he would pull away if she...well hadn't and wasn't. Taking a deep breath her mind was racing, trying to come up with more words to assure him when suddenly she found herself lifted up in the air.
"Eep!" Slinging her arm around Wesley's neck, Willow looked at his grinning face eyes wide. Suddenly she found herself sitting on the table where the display of 'books of the week' used to be. Right next to the Christmas tree. Those books were all on the floor though and she was on the table.
Reaching out, Wesley tangled a hand in her soft hair as he leaned in for another kiss. Sucking her bottom lip in his mouth, he nibbled on it. Both hands slide down her body, to the front, cupping her breasts through the shirt.
Willow moaned into Wesley's mouth at the feeling of those strong hands on her breasts. She arched up, filling Wesley's hands while her own were starting to unbutton his shirt. She slid her hands inside, brushing them over smooth skin, pushing the shirt of his shoulders.
She felt her own shirt being pushed down her shoulders and his mouth moved to her neck. Tilting her neck, she racked her nails over Wesley's back leaving small scratch marks and gasped when suddenly those hands were cupping her naked breasts. She hadn't noticed her bra being removed
"Oh god, Wesley, yes," she breathed. Reaching out with her legs, she wrapped them around his and pulled him closer. She could feel his obvious state of arousal press between her thighs. It made her ache and fire flared up between her own legs.
Fumbling with the button and zipper of his jeans, she cried out loud when Wesley's lips closed around one of her nipples, while his other hand was massaging her other breast. Falling backward, she landed on her hands and looked down with wide eyes.
Wesley smirked around the nipple in his mouth. He sucked on it, swirled his tongue around until it was hard. His cock was throbbing hard inside his far too tight jeans. His tongue traveled toward the other breast. He glanced up at Willow's face, smiling even wider.
Her eyes were closed, lips parted as she breathed heavily. She leaned back on her hands and started to push and rub her lower body against his cock. Wesley bit down on a nipple gently, warning her that things might be over soon if she kept that up. Her giggle turned into a deep moan.
Sliding his hands down her sides, he hooked them around the waist band of her sweats and panties. "Lift your hips," he whispered against her skin. She lifted her hips while she claimed his mouth for another kiss. Sliding the sweats and panties down her legs, he let them fall on the floor. Stepping back,he gasped at the picture she made.
Legs spread open, eager, wet and ready, Breasts with erect nipples showing nicely while she leaned backward on her hands. Kiss swollen lips parted, panting heavily while her long, red hair flowed down her back.
Kneeling down between her legs, he parted her tights gently and licked her navel. His tongue traveled further until he reached the wetness between her legs. His tongue flicked out again, licking it over her clit.
"Oh my god!" Willow brought her legs up, putting them over his shoulders while she pulled him closer. Wanting more of that feeling, of that very talented tongue. "Wesley," she whispered. She looked down and moaned at the sight. His face buried between her legs, nuzzling her pubic hair, teasing a little and then pleasuring her again.
His tongue licked over her clit in earnest now. Sliding his hands up her body, soft skin under his hands, he cupped her breasts. He squeezed them between his hands, rubbing the thumb over her hardening nipples while he closed his mouth around the nub between her legs. He sucked on it, while lapping at it with his tongue.
Willow cried out hard, her hips bucking into his mouth. She could feel a tingling sensation in her belly. "More...please," She pleaded. Bringing up her hands she put it over them of Wesley's. Moving over her breasts with his hands. She couldn't keep upright any longer and let herself fall backward. Using her legs to pull Wesley's face, his mouth, his tongue, his hands, closer while the heat in her body rose.
Rolling the nipples around in his finger, Wesley sped up his effort, knowing how close he was to that edge. He pushed his tongue inside her, licking, sucking while he continued kneading her breasts. He reveled in the moans and groans she made and his cock twitched when she cried out, bucking her hips once and came. He kept lapping at her clit until she had calmed down a bit.
Willow was breathless. Sweat covering her body as she pulled herself up into a sitting position. Was she feeling slightly embarrassed before about being naked in the Magic Box, right now, she couldn't care. She smiled over at Wesley, who was standing up and looking down at her with a sly smile. She palmed his throbbing cock through the restrains of his jeans and smiled back just as slyly.
"I want you inside me," she nearly growled. Without the usual fumbling she quickly unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them and a pair of silk boxers past slim hips. Wesley's shaft sprang free, slapping against his stomach. He hissed when the cool air brushed over heated skin. The hiss turned into a moan when tentative, small fingers wrapped around his aching erection.
Willow grinned when she saw the look on his face. His eyes fluttered closed and he let his head fall backward. Slowly she started to move her hand up and down his pulsing cock, sometimes swiping her thumb over the pre-come leaking head. She reached out with her other hand, cupping his balls. Testing the unfamiliar weight in her hands. Curiously she brougth up her hand, waiting until Wesley had opened his mouth before sucking her finger into her mouth. "You taste good," she whispered.
Wesley moaned and took a step closer. He captured her mouth for a kiss, tasting himself on her tongue. "Are you sure this is what you want, Willow?" he asked again.
Willow squeezed his cock and pressed her eagerly waiting wetness against it. "Yes," she hissed. "Please..."
Nodding, Wesley pushed her back on the table. His body covered hers, nipples rubbing over each other. She spread her legs for him, clutching his back with her hands. Slowly, Wesley pushed inside of her, gritting his teeth to keep himself from slamming into her, taking her, claiming her.
Willow breathing sped up as she felt his throbbing cock fill her. She clenched around him while he pushed in agonizingly slow. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled into her until he was buried to the hilt.
"Christ, Willow," Wesley breathed. He dropped his head on her shoulder for a moment, trying to calm down. She, however, was having none of it. Willow tilted her hips and started to push back against him, clenching hard around his shaft.
Lifting himself up on his elbows, Wesley smiled down at her. Slowly he started to thrust into her, sliding in and out wetly between her legs. Balls slapping against her arse as he picked up the speed. He made certain to keep moving over her clit, nudging against that hot spot inside of her.
Willow was moaning beneath him, raking blunt nails over his back. She arched up into his as his hands found her beasts again. Panting hard she pushed her hips back against him, taking him in deep. "Faster..."
Wesley could feel his own balls tingling again, drawing up with the need to come. He picked up the pace. Thrusting in and out of her, pumping, snapping his hips. One hand slid between her legs, thumb rubbing over her clit. She arched off the table again at the feeling of so much stimulation and cried out his name again.
Wesley watched her climax, moving his sweat slicked body over hers as he kept pumping his cock into her. His own balls raised up all the way, his hips stuttered and his breathing stopped for a moment as Willow clenched hard around him.
Willow watched Wesley's face. She could feel his hot release spilling inside of her. His head thrown back, face screwed up in pleasure, until he slumped own on her catching his weight on her arms. She reached up to brush a hand through the damp hair, kissing his temple. "Thank you," she whispered, nibbling on an earlobe.
Wesley shivered, swallowing hard. "No, thank you," he told her. "That was probably the best Christmas present I've ever had." He sounded breathless, cock still wedged inside her heat, her legs dangling beside his hips. Nipples brushing over nipples with each breath, while she moved her hands tenderly over the sweat slicked skin of her back. They both just lay there for a long moment. Reveling in the after glow, catching their breath.
Until Wesley wrapped his shirt around her again when she shivered a bit. He picked her up and seated her under the bloody, blinking Christmas tree. Quickly putting on his jeans, he padded into the office, thinking how shameful it was to roam around the Magic Box like this but not caring one wit. He returned with two mugs of hot chocolate and sat down next to her. Willow immediately snuggled into his arms while they both sipped their hot chocolate.
"Wesley?"
"Willow?"
"Are we a couple now?"
"Errr...I'd like that. If-if you would..."
"Me too."
Silence stretched between them again. Only the sounds of their breathing, the blinking of the lights and the sipping of hot chocolate could be heard.
"Wesley?"
"Yes, love?"
"Merry Christmas."
Wesley smiled at her, kissing her temple.
"Happy Hannukah, Willow."
There ya go Cillow! ;-) I hope you like it!
Uhm, yeah. I still have to write Wes/Fred and Wes/Knox (How ironic no?) But I've been informed I have until Jan 6th officially! So stay tuned... Or not, whichever, most of you probably don't care anyway. But I'm going to write 12 dammit!
~FerretGirl~
For: Willocwen, Who is my one and only Willow!
Setting: Sunnydale.
Required: A pub, darts or pool and a lot of UST
Word Count: 4.076
Rating: NC17 Doh
Spoilers: This is set after S3 of BtvS, where Wesley stayed instead of becoming a Rogue Demon Hunter.
Beta read by: kyrieane ((Hugsss))
Previous parts of the Wesley Christmas Smut-a-Thon can be found HERE.
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...
Christmas, Wesley thought, was just another holiday for the shops to earn a whole lot of cash in one swoop. Of course it didn't help his Christmas spirit when he was reminded of those from his childhood. The less he thought about those, the better.
As it were, he found himself alone on Christmas again. Not that he minded, he could catch up on some work. And as long as he kept telling himself that, he would believe it. Every since the battle with the mayor, and Faith falling into a coma, he'd been trying his best to make up for his failures. Working on translations and researching Demons while Mr. Giles worked with the Slayer. Training and joining her on patrol.
Both Buffy and Dawn had invited him over for Christmas Eve, to have dinner with them. Giles and Joyce had as well. But Wesley had declined. It was a family fest, and no matter how hard they tried, he didn't feel part of that family. He felt as if he were intruding somehow. Anya and Xander had decided to have their own little Christmas fest and Willow was going to spend time with her parents for Hanukkah.
So, Wesley thought, it was a perfect time to catch up on some work. He'd slipped into some comfortable jeans and a green button-down shirt, because why dress up when there wasn't going to be anyone to impress, and grabbed his spare key. About to make his way to the Magic Box when there was a knock on the door of his shabby hotel room.
It was a tentative knock. Not the confidant knock Buffy or Giles would use. Nor the playful knock Dawn would use. Or the indifferent knock of Xander. Tentative, soft, hesitant. Willow. Frowning, Wesley looked at the door. Why would Willow knock on his door? She was supposed to finally spend time with her parents. He had his thoughts about her parents. Willow's parents weren't that much better than his own, but at least they didn't hit her, they just...ignored her
Wesley liked Willow. She was one of the first, no correction, she was the first, who had made a real effort to make him feel welcome. After Oz had left and Xander had gotten together with Anya, she must've felt alone. Wesley liked to think he was at least able to fill up some of that void. They spend hours in the library, discussing books, Internet, magic, playing chess. A game she was becoming far to good at by the way.
Striding over to the door, Wesley opened it and indeed found Willow on his doorstep. Dressed in a pretty green gown, hair pulled up in a festive bun with small pearls laced through. A soft touch of make-up on her face. Wesley just looked at her in awe. Until he caught the expression on her face. It wasn't a happy one.
"Hi," she said softly, giving a little wave with her hand. She clasped her hands in front of her and started to shuffle from foot to foot. She liked Wesley a lot and when her parents had once again canceled, he was the only one she could think of to go see. Not wanting to intrude Buffy's family dinner with her own small drama. "I....Uh...t-though that...uhm...it's well...and my parents...and Buffy was having dinner and....you were alone and..." She stomped her foot a little, making a face. "Dammit," she muttered under her breath. Why couldn't she just say what she wanted to?
Wesley looked at her sadly. So her parent had once again abandoned her, she didn't want to bother Buffy and since he was alone why not come here. Or so he gathered. But why him? He wasn't about to question that though. Opening the door wide in the normal Sunnydale unspoken invitation he smiled at her.
Visibly brightening, Willow smiled back and walked inside. Or more slide inside gracefully. Wesley swallowed hard by the beautiful picture she made. "My parent had to go on an emergency trip to France and I didn't want to intrude on Buffy's family dinner and Xander and Anya were gone, besides I thought you might like some company since you'e alone too and I like you," She suddenly rushed out, wringing her hands in front of her. She dropped her eyes to the floor, then glanced up at him through her eye lashes.
Wesley blinked at her, her words clicking into place in his brain. Ah, an emergency trip to god knows where while they were supposed to celebrate a holiday with their child. How well Wesley remembered those. And not wanting to intrude on the Slayers' family dinner he understood as well. Wait. She liked him? Just liked, liked of course. As friends. Yes, of course that's what she meant.
"You look lovely. It's a pity to let all that work go to waste." He smiled at her, his eyes going up and down her body. Lovely didn't even come close. She looked gorgeous. Breathtaking. "I don't really celebrate Christmas, or Hannukah or whatever. In fact," he held up the key to the Magic Box with a sheepish look, "I was just about to catch up on some work."
"I look lovely?" Willow gave him a shy smile. Dropping her hands by her sides she looked down her dress. "It's very uncomfortable though." She pulled up her dress to reveal some sneakers underneath. "At least my shoes aren't killing me." She chuckled and then glanced at the key in Wesley's hand. "You were going to work. On a holiday?" She blinked at him, tilting her head to look at him curiously.
"Well, yes." He raked a hand through his hair and shrugged. "I didn't have anything better to do. It certainly beats sitting in this hotel room alone." Turing the key around in his hand he glanced at her. "Would you like to join me?" Of course, it's every girl's dream to spend Christmas or Hannukah working at the Magic Box, he chastised himself. God good, he was such a git!
"Sure!" Willow smiled brightly at him. Anything sounded better then spending another evening alone. Especially when it was supposed to be such a festive evening. Then she glanced down at her satin dress again. "Uh....I'm-I'm not exactly dressed for...uh...that am I?" She gave him a helpless look, tugging on her dress. "I don't suppose you have-have uh...something to..." her voice trailed off when she realized the stupidity of her own question. This was going swell.
"No, no not really," Wesley shook his head. He thought for a moment and then suddenly ran off to his closet. "I have one of Buffy's sweats here. They might fit you." He glanced back at her with a triumphant look, until he caught her expression. "Oh uh...she...she changed here some days back when...with the uh...mud demon," he shrugged, holding the sweat pants in his hand.
"Oh! Right," Willow nodded, remembering that little adventure. Grabbing the sweatpants she unfolded them. "These will do great. But uh...can I borrow one of your shirts?" She eyed the shirt he was wearing now and smiled. "That one looks good on you by the way," she said softly, shyly.
Running a hand down the shirt, Wesley blinked. "Oh thank you," he answered, equally shy. "I'll go find a shirt for you. Why don't you get dressed in the bathroom and then we can go to the library for a little work." She nodded at him and walked into the bathroom. Wesley dove into his closet to find her a shirt. Finally coming up with a blue one he liked, he glanced at it and then at the one he was currently wearing. Green was much more her color. It made those lovely green eyes shine.
Shrugging out of his shirt, he put on the blue one himself and knocked on the bathroom door. "Willow? I've a shirt for you." The door opened a crack and he handed his shirt through the door.
"But this is the one you were wearing," Willow's voice came.
"I thought it would look better on you," Wesley replied with a chuckle, buttoning up his shirt.
He heard Willow laugh softly and the door closed again. A few moments later it opened again and Willow stepped out. Wearing sweat pants, a shirt that was much to big and the bottom tied around her middle, her hair brushed out and falling like a waterfall over her shoulder, make-up washed from her face. Wesley just gaped at her.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," Willow scowled a little. "I look horrible." She ran a hand through her hair and sighed.
A smile tugged on the corner of Wesley's lips. "Actually, I was thinking how right I was. You look far better in that shirt then I do." The smile broke through when she looked at him startled.
Willow smiled back and glanced at Wesley. The blue shirt brought out his eyes perfectly. Stunning blue eyes, eyes shouldn't be that blue, Willow thought. Not to mention that this shirt was clinging perfectly to his body. And those tight jeans were showing off that nice ass very well to. Blushing at those thoughts she looked at him with wide eyes. "So," clearing her throat, she waved at him. "Magic Box?"
~*~*~*~
They hadn't gotten much work done. Not, now that Wesley thought about it, there had been much work. It had just been an excuse to get out of that rat-hole hotel room. Thus far they had discussed the Christmas tree, mocking Buffy and Giles decorations. They had discussed several books, scrolls, argued about translations. But mostly they had been secretly glancing at each other. Stolen glances they hoped the other wouldn't see. Or would see, maybe?
Right now they had given up on the pretense of working. Willow had gone and gotten them both some hot chocolate, pouring it in some mugs from Giles' office. Wesley had winced a little at that, since those were mugs Giles drank tea from. They were just going to have to wash them out properly and all would be well, or so Willow had assured him.
Hot chocolate was fetched, and the chessboard was set up. There was nothing like playing chess under the Christmas three in the library. Right. They could both think of something better to do. But neither of them dared to, all for various reasons, reasons that made perfect sense in their heads.
Which, of course, was ridiculous. They had been eying each other all evening. Wesley had taken a shuddering breath when Willow licked her lips slowly. Willow had swallowed hard everytime Wesley bent over to pick up one of the books on the floor. Wesley had felt butterflies in his stomach whenever Willow came close to ask him something, or show him something. Bodies barely brushing against each other. Willow had just gazed at those graceful hands when they turned pages or when those long, slender fingers flew over the pages.
And now they were playing chess. Pointedly looking down at the chess board. Except, of course, to steal glances at each other. Willow bit her bottom lip as she glanced down at those long fingers making another move. She wasn't even paying attention to the game. Not really. And something told her neither was Wesley.
It was Christmas....or Hanukkah, they both were lonely, the both liked each other, or more then liked, they both hoped. So why were they dancing around each other so much?
It was annoying the hell out of Willow.
It was annoying the hell out of Wesley.
"Wesley,...I..."
"Willow,...I.."
The both looked up at the at the time. Green eyes locking with blue. Willow swallowed and her eyes went to Wesley's lips. Wesley's tongue snaked out nervously, licking his suddenly dry lips. Willow whimpered and Wesley jeans were becoming a bit tight.
Taking a deep breath, Wesley prayed he was doing the right thing and leaned forward. The blinking lights of the Christmas tree illuminating their faces. Willow froze, afraid to move away, she just kept looking at those lips as they came closer. Then she flicked her eyes up to meet Wesley's again as those soft lips pressed over hers.
Willow's hands came up to clutch his shoulders as he kissed her tentatively. He snaked an arm around her waist, still just lips moving over each other. When he pulled back he looked at her shyly, unsure. He followed her tongue as it licked over her bottom lip, suddenly having the urge to suck it inside his mouth.
Pulling back more, but not removing his arm around her, Wesley swallowed. "I'm sorry," he said softly.
Willow just smiled at him. "Don't be," she whispered back. She blinked at him shyly and leaned in closer. "I liked it." This time it was she who pressed their lips together. Wesley's hand went up her back, rubbing over the soft cotton of his own shirt. Willow parted her lips, letting him enter while she shyly pushed her tongue into his mouth.
Tongue's sliding over each other, hands brushing over bodies, wanting to feel skin. Moans stifled in each others mouths as they deepened the kiss. Tasting, exploring, tongues battling, slips moving over each other, bodies pressing closer until they needed to breath.
"I want you," Willow breathed and then looked at him, shocked at her own words. But she wasn't going to take them back. She did want him. Right now. Right here. In the Magic Box.
Wesley groaned at those words, bitting his bottom lip. "Are you sure?" Yes, he wanted her too. But he wasn't going to take this any further when it was just a spur of the moment thing. When it was only because she felt lonely and abandoned. She was better then that, even though he wanted her.
Pulling back, Willow gave him a serious look. She looked into his eyes and then nodded slowly. "I am," She said with certainty in her voice. "I want you. I think I have for a while now." But she'd still been to confused about Oz to admit it.
Wesley smiled softly at her, leaning in for another kiss. "Have you ever....uh....and are you on the...uh..." Wincing at his own clumsiness, he sighed. Great, he finally met someone he really, really liked. And he was stumbling all over himself again.
Willow blushed, swallowing hard. "Uh...yes with...O-oz and....yes, since....yes." She nodded frantically, afraid that he would pull away if she...well hadn't and wasn't. Taking a deep breath her mind was racing, trying to come up with more words to assure him when suddenly she found herself lifted up in the air.
"Eep!" Slinging her arm around Wesley's neck, Willow looked at his grinning face eyes wide. Suddenly she found herself sitting on the table where the display of 'books of the week' used to be. Right next to the Christmas tree. Those books were all on the floor though and she was on the table.
Reaching out, Wesley tangled a hand in her soft hair as he leaned in for another kiss. Sucking her bottom lip in his mouth, he nibbled on it. Both hands slide down her body, to the front, cupping her breasts through the shirt.
Willow moaned into Wesley's mouth at the feeling of those strong hands on her breasts. She arched up, filling Wesley's hands while her own were starting to unbutton his shirt. She slid her hands inside, brushing them over smooth skin, pushing the shirt of his shoulders.
She felt her own shirt being pushed down her shoulders and his mouth moved to her neck. Tilting her neck, she racked her nails over Wesley's back leaving small scratch marks and gasped when suddenly those hands were cupping her naked breasts. She hadn't noticed her bra being removed
"Oh god, Wesley, yes," she breathed. Reaching out with her legs, she wrapped them around his and pulled him closer. She could feel his obvious state of arousal press between her thighs. It made her ache and fire flared up between her own legs.
Fumbling with the button and zipper of his jeans, she cried out loud when Wesley's lips closed around one of her nipples, while his other hand was massaging her other breast. Falling backward, she landed on her hands and looked down with wide eyes.
Wesley smirked around the nipple in his mouth. He sucked on it, swirled his tongue around until it was hard. His cock was throbbing hard inside his far too tight jeans. His tongue traveled toward the other breast. He glanced up at Willow's face, smiling even wider.
Her eyes were closed, lips parted as she breathed heavily. She leaned back on her hands and started to push and rub her lower body against his cock. Wesley bit down on a nipple gently, warning her that things might be over soon if she kept that up. Her giggle turned into a deep moan.
Sliding his hands down her sides, he hooked them around the waist band of her sweats and panties. "Lift your hips," he whispered against her skin. She lifted her hips while she claimed his mouth for another kiss. Sliding the sweats and panties down her legs, he let them fall on the floor. Stepping back,he gasped at the picture she made.
Legs spread open, eager, wet and ready, Breasts with erect nipples showing nicely while she leaned backward on her hands. Kiss swollen lips parted, panting heavily while her long, red hair flowed down her back.
Kneeling down between her legs, he parted her tights gently and licked her navel. His tongue traveled further until he reached the wetness between her legs. His tongue flicked out again, licking it over her clit.
"Oh my god!" Willow brought her legs up, putting them over his shoulders while she pulled him closer. Wanting more of that feeling, of that very talented tongue. "Wesley," she whispered. She looked down and moaned at the sight. His face buried between her legs, nuzzling her pubic hair, teasing a little and then pleasuring her again.
His tongue licked over her clit in earnest now. Sliding his hands up her body, soft skin under his hands, he cupped her breasts. He squeezed them between his hands, rubbing the thumb over her hardening nipples while he closed his mouth around the nub between her legs. He sucked on it, while lapping at it with his tongue.
Willow cried out hard, her hips bucking into his mouth. She could feel a tingling sensation in her belly. "More...please," She pleaded. Bringing up her hands she put it over them of Wesley's. Moving over her breasts with his hands. She couldn't keep upright any longer and let herself fall backward. Using her legs to pull Wesley's face, his mouth, his tongue, his hands, closer while the heat in her body rose.
Rolling the nipples around in his finger, Wesley sped up his effort, knowing how close he was to that edge. He pushed his tongue inside her, licking, sucking while he continued kneading her breasts. He reveled in the moans and groans she made and his cock twitched when she cried out, bucking her hips once and came. He kept lapping at her clit until she had calmed down a bit.
Willow was breathless. Sweat covering her body as she pulled herself up into a sitting position. Was she feeling slightly embarrassed before about being naked in the Magic Box, right now, she couldn't care. She smiled over at Wesley, who was standing up and looking down at her with a sly smile. She palmed his throbbing cock through the restrains of his jeans and smiled back just as slyly.
"I want you inside me," she nearly growled. Without the usual fumbling she quickly unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them and a pair of silk boxers past slim hips. Wesley's shaft sprang free, slapping against his stomach. He hissed when the cool air brushed over heated skin. The hiss turned into a moan when tentative, small fingers wrapped around his aching erection.
Willow grinned when she saw the look on his face. His eyes fluttered closed and he let his head fall backward. Slowly she started to move her hand up and down his pulsing cock, sometimes swiping her thumb over the pre-come leaking head. She reached out with her other hand, cupping his balls. Testing the unfamiliar weight in her hands. Curiously she brougth up her hand, waiting until Wesley had opened his mouth before sucking her finger into her mouth. "You taste good," she whispered.
Wesley moaned and took a step closer. He captured her mouth for a kiss, tasting himself on her tongue. "Are you sure this is what you want, Willow?" he asked again.
Willow squeezed his cock and pressed her eagerly waiting wetness against it. "Yes," she hissed. "Please..."
Nodding, Wesley pushed her back on the table. His body covered hers, nipples rubbing over each other. She spread her legs for him, clutching his back with her hands. Slowly, Wesley pushed inside of her, gritting his teeth to keep himself from slamming into her, taking her, claiming her.
Willow breathing sped up as she felt his throbbing cock fill her. She clenched around him while he pushed in agonizingly slow. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled into her until he was buried to the hilt.
"Christ, Willow," Wesley breathed. He dropped his head on her shoulder for a moment, trying to calm down. She, however, was having none of it. Willow tilted her hips and started to push back against him, clenching hard around his shaft.
Lifting himself up on his elbows, Wesley smiled down at her. Slowly he started to thrust into her, sliding in and out wetly between her legs. Balls slapping against her arse as he picked up the speed. He made certain to keep moving over her clit, nudging against that hot spot inside of her.
Willow was moaning beneath him, raking blunt nails over his back. She arched up into his as his hands found her beasts again. Panting hard she pushed her hips back against him, taking him in deep. "Faster..."
Wesley could feel his own balls tingling again, drawing up with the need to come. He picked up the pace. Thrusting in and out of her, pumping, snapping his hips. One hand slid between her legs, thumb rubbing over her clit. She arched off the table again at the feeling of so much stimulation and cried out his name again.
Wesley watched her climax, moving his sweat slicked body over hers as he kept pumping his cock into her. His own balls raised up all the way, his hips stuttered and his breathing stopped for a moment as Willow clenched hard around him.
Willow watched Wesley's face. She could feel his hot release spilling inside of her. His head thrown back, face screwed up in pleasure, until he slumped own on her catching his weight on her arms. She reached up to brush a hand through the damp hair, kissing his temple. "Thank you," she whispered, nibbling on an earlobe.
Wesley shivered, swallowing hard. "No, thank you," he told her. "That was probably the best Christmas present I've ever had." He sounded breathless, cock still wedged inside her heat, her legs dangling beside his hips. Nipples brushing over nipples with each breath, while she moved her hands tenderly over the sweat slicked skin of her back. They both just lay there for a long moment. Reveling in the after glow, catching their breath.
Until Wesley wrapped his shirt around her again when she shivered a bit. He picked her up and seated her under the bloody, blinking Christmas tree. Quickly putting on his jeans, he padded into the office, thinking how shameful it was to roam around the Magic Box like this but not caring one wit. He returned with two mugs of hot chocolate and sat down next to her. Willow immediately snuggled into his arms while they both sipped their hot chocolate.
"Wesley?"
"Willow?"
"Are we a couple now?"
"Errr...I'd like that. If-if you would..."
"Me too."
Silence stretched between them again. Only the sounds of their breathing, the blinking of the lights and the sipping of hot chocolate could be heard.
"Wesley?"
"Yes, love?"
"Merry Christmas."
Wesley smiled at her, kissing her temple.
"Happy Hannukah, Willow."
There ya go Cillow! ;-) I hope you like it!
Uhm, yeah. I still have to write Wes/Fred and Wes/Knox (How ironic no?) But I've been informed I have until Jan 6th officially! So stay tuned... Or not, whichever, most of you probably don't care anyway. But I'm going to write 12 dammit!
~FerretGirl~