Buffy stood and stared at the vampire, her fists clenched. She'd already knocked the creature down several times and was wondering why it hadn't ran away yet. Didn't matter to her, though. As long as she got to keep hitting it before it was time to stake it.
"Are you going to take care of me, Buffy?"
"I'll always take care of you, Dawnie."
"Why aren't you fighting back?" she yelled at the vampire. She kicked him in the gut and watched him stumble back. "You're a big bad demon, getting your butt kicked by a tiny girl. How pathetic."
"You'll protect me from Glory, right, Buffy?"
"Always."Buffy pulled her fist back to hit the vamp again but was distracted when someone called her name. Turning, she looked but before she could focus on the person, the vampire attacked her and knocked her to the ground
( ... )
When Buffy looked at him and got knocked down by the vamp, Wesley cringed, realizing that he had made a huge mistake, albeit an unintended one. He was reaching into his jacket for a stake to try to make up for it when Buffy quickly got up and pulled out her own stake, dusting the vamp in one smooth move
( ... )
Buffy looked down at the small cuts on her hands as Wes called her charming. She looked over at him and furrowed her own brow. When had Wes become so bitterly sarcastic? The Wesley she knew would be wringing his hands by then, while naming off all the Council rules she'd broken. But this Wes was...different. Gone was his glasses, stiff suits, and his grooming had gone downhill.
Not that she was complaining. He actually looked better now than he did before.
When he mentioned Angel's name, she rolled her eyes. "I can come to LA without seeing Angel. I do have a father here, you know. The man who didn't come to our mom's funeral or Dawn's funeral." She shrugged a little and saw a vampire sneaking up behind Wes.
"And I could care less if Angel's in another dimension. I'm done with him," Buffy said as the vampire moved closer to Wesley. "Gonna stake him or pass out like you did in Sunnydale?"
When Buffy opened the door to get out, Wesley opened his door and got out, following her up to the motel room once he had locked the Jeep up. He couldn't believe that he was doing this, that he was letting Buffy led him into a motel room after kissing her.
He had kissed her. The girl who had despised him so much for taking over her beloved Watcher's role. The girl he had been a right arse to because he had been trying to impress his father, of all people. The girl who, in all honesty, had ever right to hate him. The girl...who had become a beautiful woman with an edge to her obviously brought on by two losses so close to each other
( ... )
As Buffy kissed Wesley, her thoughts drifted to her friends in Sunnydale. What would they say if they knew what she was doing? She remembered how she'd felt when Parker had gotten her into bed, and cast her aside the next day. It hurt, but she also learned that sex wasn't about love and caring. Sometimes it was about feeling something when nothing else gave you pleasure
( ... )
The sight of Buffy without her bra caused Wesley to swallow as he felt himself stirring, his jeans becoming tight. He had never allowed himself to think of Buffy this way - after all, he was there to be her Watcher, and she had been underage.
But now, she was a beautiful woman, there on the bed, breasts bared to him, her hand reaching into his jeans. He groaned as her hand slipped into his boxers and wrapped around his cock. When she reached past them, he saw her pull a condom out of the nightstand.
They were really going to do this.
As he reached up to wrap his hands around hers over the condom for a moment, his hips bucked forward slightly into her grasp. Leaning down, he took her nipple into his mouth, teasing it until it was erect. He then kissed down over her abdomen to her jeans, undoing them and pulling them down her legs.
Once he had tossed them to the floor along with her panties, he caressed his hands back up the inside of her thighs and up to her folds, running his fingers through their wet warmth.
Buffy couldn't believe she was here with Wesley, and had his cock in her hand. When his lips from her nipple, she grasped and started to stroke him faster as she watched him kiss down her body. She continued to watch as he took off her jeans, and then his own. They were both naked. She was naked with Wesley and she wanted him so much.
A groan escaped her mouth when he run a finger over her wet folds and she raised her hips up a little. It was too much teasing for her, and she needed more. She needed to feel him inside of her, pushing her into the mattress. She needed him and she needed him now.
Tearing the condom open, she sat up a little and rolled it over Wesley's cock. Buffy then laid back on the bed and pulled Wesley to her. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she moved her warm folds over the tip of his cock. Placing her hand on the back of his head, she pulled him down for a hard kiss.
"Do it hard," she said after breaking the kiss. She looked up at him and bit his bottom lip. "Please."
When Buffy cupped his face, Wesley closed his eyes for a moment before opening them back up again when she nudged him to look at her. Her blue eyes stared down into his, and suddenly he realized that for the first time since he had met her, he had found a real connection with her. Away from the roles the Council had forced upon them, they were two lost people who had found a need for each other.
Even if it was just for tonight.
"I keep trying to tell myself that," he told her when she said it wasn't his fault. "But then I think about it, and I know I could have done something different, even if I don't know what it is. Like you feel with Dawn
( ... )
When Wes suggested she come home with him, Buffy raised her eyebrows. Truth be told, she was almost out of money and only had enough for one more night at the motel. "Sure," she finally said, loosening her grip on him. "Hope you have some foodage because I'm hungry. Between slaying and sex, I could eat a horse." She lean over and deeply kissed him, wanting to be with him again, but knowing they needed to get rid of the rat
( ... )
Wesley had almost expected her to say no. In fact, he had rather thought she would, but when she said sure and even kissed him again, he felt relief flood through him. He wasn't sure how he would have actually felt had she said no - he just knew that he wouldn't have liked it. He tried to tell himself that it was because he was just worried about her. He wasn't getting attached
( ... )
When they stepped into the apartment, Buffy smirked at all the books and papers lying around. It reminded her of how cluttered Giles' apartment and the Magic Box had been. There was always books lying somewhere, opened to pages about demons and how to kill them. She was almost tempted to clean them up, but remembered Giles' rule about not touching another person's books and notes
( ... )
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"Are you going to take care of me, Buffy?"
"I'll always take care of you, Dawnie."
"Why aren't you fighting back?" she yelled at the vampire. She kicked him in the gut and watched him stumble back. "You're a big bad demon, getting your butt kicked by a tiny girl. How pathetic."
"You'll protect me from Glory, right, Buffy?"
"Always."Buffy pulled her fist back to hit the vamp again but was distracted when someone called her name. Turning, she looked but before she could focus on the person, the vampire attacked her and knocked her to the ground ( ... )
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Not that she was complaining. He actually looked better now than he did before.
When he mentioned Angel's name, she rolled her eyes. "I can come to LA without seeing Angel. I do have a father here, you know. The man who didn't come to our mom's funeral or Dawn's funeral." She shrugged a little and saw a vampire sneaking up behind Wes.
"And I could care less if Angel's in another dimension. I'm done with him," Buffy said as the vampire moved closer to Wesley. "Gonna stake him or pass out like you did in Sunnydale?"
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He had kissed her. The girl who had despised him so much for taking over her beloved Watcher's role. The girl he had been a right arse to because he had been trying to impress his father, of all people. The girl who, in all honesty, had ever right to hate him. The girl...who had become a beautiful woman with an edge to her obviously brought on by two losses so close to each other ( ... )
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But now, she was a beautiful woman, there on the bed, breasts bared to him, her hand reaching into his jeans. He groaned as her hand slipped into his boxers and wrapped around his cock. When she reached past them, he saw her pull a condom out of the nightstand.
They were really going to do this.
As he reached up to wrap his hands around hers over the condom for a moment, his hips bucked forward slightly into her grasp. Leaning down, he took her nipple into his mouth, teasing it until it was erect. He then kissed down over her abdomen to her jeans, undoing them and pulling them down her legs.
Once he had tossed them to the floor along with her panties, he caressed his hands back up the inside of her thighs and up to her folds, running his fingers through their wet warmth.
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A groan escaped her mouth when he run a finger over her wet folds and she raised her hips up a little. It was too much teasing for her, and she needed more. She needed to feel him inside of her, pushing her into the mattress. She needed him and she needed him now.
Tearing the condom open, she sat up a little and rolled it over Wesley's cock. Buffy then laid back on the bed and pulled Wesley to her. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she moved her warm folds over the tip of his cock. Placing her hand on the back of his head, she pulled him down for a hard kiss.
"Do it hard," she said after breaking the kiss. She looked up at him and bit his bottom lip. "Please."
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Even if it was just for tonight.
"I keep trying to tell myself that," he told her when she said it wasn't his fault. "But then I think about it, and I know I could have done something different, even if I don't know what it is. Like you feel with Dawn ( ... )
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