When they had arrived back at the flat after dealing with the Sl'tek demon, Wesley had got a towel from the bathroom and gone into the kitchen to make some tea while Buffy went into the bedroom. Something had been niggling in the back of his mind the entire way, so when he had returned to the lounge, drink in hand, he had found himself pulling out one of his books and sitting down on the couch
( ... )
When Wesley started on about how the demon wasn't acting right, Buffy's brow creased in worry. She'd been a Slayer long enough to know when demons started to act differently, something wasn't right. Demons, unlike humans, were predictable. She was almost tempted to pick up a few of the books herself, but was distracted by Wesley kissing her
( ... )
When Buffy mentioned that she was picking up his bad habits, Wesley chuckled softly, shaking his head. He had never used to be so scattered about his books; in fact, before he had arrived in Sunnydale, he had been quite exacting about keeping books in order and neat. But after spending time researching in real world situations where often they didn't have time to consider such nicities as keeping things straight when they had to find something and then go, he had become quite a bit less fastidious about things
( ... )
Buffy liked it when Wesley touched her. Sometimes, she wanted to pinch herself to make sure all of this was real. Her former Watcher was now her lover, and boyfriend. “God, Wes,” she moaned when he cupped her breast. She shuddered under his touch and moaned, wanting more. “I think you can probably warm me up
( ... )
"Of course, I'm excited, love," Wesley murmured against Buffy's skin, groaning at the feel of her fingers wrapped around him. "I'm with you."
When the phone started ringing, however, he sighed and looked up. Some people had unbelievable timing. No, strike that - Buffy's mother had unbelievable timing. He stayed where he was, listening to her half of the conversation, which didn't actually consist of much as she was obviously wanting to end the call as soon as possible
( ... )
"At least she doesn't think I'm a virgin," Buffy said with a toothy grin. And thankfully her mom hadn't ask if Wes and her were having sex. She knew they were together but hadn't gone as far as asking about her daughter's sex life. "Besides, my mom thinks you're a gentleman and will probably wait till marriage or something lame like that. If she only knew the things you did to me
( ... )
Raising his eyebrow, Wesley gave Buffy a slight smirk - he was quite sure if Joyce Summers were to find out what they did together sometimes, he'd be opening the front door to a very irate mother. He had counted himself lucky that she had accepted news of their relationship so calmly, all things considered. When he had first arrived in Sunnydale to take over as Buffy and Faith's Watcher, she had been a bit - quite a bit, actually - against a strange man having to spend so much time with her daughter, even if she did know what Buffy was doing
( ... )
Buffy gasped out when Wesley pushed into her. He always felt so good when he was inside of her. It was like they had meant to do this, and she wanted to do this with him for as long as they could. She pressed her head against the pillow and arched up when he started to thrust into her. "Wesley..." she moaned out as she slipped her legs around his waist
( ... )
When Buffy wrapped her legs around him, Wesley slowed his movements for a moment, looking down at her with a smile. He loved the sounds she made, the way she reacted - even if she had got a bit over enthusiastic sometimes. Not that he minded a bit of pain when it came to her. He wasn't masochistic, of course, but he knew that it was a learning experience for both of them in a way
( ... )
Buffy was still trembling when she felt Wesley come inside of her. It was an incredible feeling, and it made her feel even closer to him. She pulled him closer and tightly held him. Buffy didn't want the moment to end and wanted to stay with Wesley like this forever. She knew they couldn't, yet, it was a wonderful thought. She could easily spend a lifetime in his arms.
When he pulled his head back, Buffy looked up at him and smiled. One of her hands moved over his back, over his shoulder and softly cupped his face. She was about to kiss him when those words came out of his mouth. Blinking at him, Buffy's mouth opened in shock. Wesley loved her. He loved her, Buffy Summers. The man she'd had feelings for since shortly after he'd came to NYC, loved her
( ... )
Wesley had said it so many times before. In his head, to the bathroom mirror, to the couch throw pillow. He had wanted to tell her at the right moment, had wanted it to sound right - or so he had told himself. Part of him had actually been a bit frightened because Buffy was the first person he had really been with for any real length of time. They lived together and worked together; he didn't want to screw this up, the way his father had accused him of screwing up so many other things. Buffy was too important for that
( ... )
Buffy grinned and snuggled against Wesley. "I'm sort of glad we waited and took things slow. After everything that happened with Angel, I didn't want to go through that again. Not that I'm saying you'll turn evil or anything," she said, giving him a grin. "I just wanted to be sure I was ready to get involved with someone. I'm glad it's you though. I'm incredibly lucky to have you
( ... )
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When the phone started ringing, however, he sighed and looked up. Some people had unbelievable timing. No, strike that - Buffy's mother had unbelievable timing. He stayed where he was, listening to her half of the conversation, which didn't actually consist of much as she was obviously wanting to end the call as soon as possible ( ... )
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When he pulled his head back, Buffy looked up at him and smiled. One of her hands moved over his back, over his shoulder and softly cupped his face. She was about to kiss him when those words came out of his mouth. Blinking at him, Buffy's mouth opened in shock. Wesley loved her. He loved her, Buffy Summers. The man she'd had feelings for since shortly after he'd came to NYC, loved her ( ... )
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