|How things change...
||[Oct. 26th, 2006|07:49 pm]
This Dark World
Wes says doing would be good for me. Keeping a detailed record of the things we do in New York City. I guess I can come back from time-to-time and look through it and remember things. Not that I have a bad memory. I don't know. Maybe he's doing it as some sort of punishment because I spilt water on one of his books.
I'm a Slayer, and this is my Slayer Diary. No, not diary. Diaries are pink books little girls write in and draw hearts on. This is a journal. How adult does that sound?
My first Watcher died so mom and I moved to Sunnydale. Not because my Watcher died, but because my parents split up and mom wanted a new start for us. And along with that new start came a new Watcher. God, she was a hag. She was mean to all of us, and lectured me for hours about my true calling.
Finally, the Council bought a clue and fired her. That's about the time Faith showed up but this isn't about Faith. It's about Wes, who became my new Watcher. Sure, he was all stuffy, but he was a lot nicer than that other one. I can't even say her name without shuddering. Anyway, Wes was a lot nicer, and better on the eyes.
Faith didn't like him, but I did. As did Cordy, who batted her eyelashes a few times and soon Wes was all over her. Will said I was jealous, but I wasn't! At least not that much. Okay, I was really jealous because I wanted Wesley to look at me like that!
Long story short, we destroyed the school. And along with destroying it, we closed the Hellmouth for good. Faith went to prison for murder, Will went to Stanford, Xan stayed in Sunnydale, and I moved to New York City to go to Columbia University.
New York City is amazing with all its different cultures. It also has some nasty vamps, which I met two weeks after moving here. I really thought I was going to get away from slaying here, but I guess not. And to make matters worse, there was something strange going on and I knew I couldn't handle it myself.
I thought about calling Angel, but he would've brooded instead of helping so I called Wes. And he came out to help. That was a year ago.
I can't believe it's been a year.
Not like Wes and I have been together this entire time. We did get an apartment together because it's hard to hide my weapons in a dorm room. The apartment's nice, but kind of crowded. We bumped into each other a lot. And that high school crush? Yeah, it was still there and that made living with him even harder but I managed...almost.
We were busy though with fighting off demons and vamps. It was hard to go to college and be a Slayer so I cut back on the class load. Wes and I even started our own little business. Clients meet us at O'Dell's Coffee Shop. It was hard at first but now people respect us and are always asking us for help. And we make money, which is always of the good.
As for Wes and I...well, it took us a while to get there but we're finally dating. It was weird at first but now it's good. There was a lot of giggling but we got over that. And we no longer sleep in different rooms. And I'm sure you didn't need to know that. But, I like him...a lot. More than a lot. I love him but I just haven't told him yet.
And I'm so sure this isn't what this journal is for. I'm probably supposed to be recording all the big beasties we've killed. I can't help it! I'm a girl...in a relationship...with a hot British guy. Can you blame me? After crushing on him for almost two years, we're finally together. And he's not Angel.
With a sigh, Buffy closed the journal and stretched out on the bed. Wes and her had just gotten back from killing a Sl'tek demon, in the rain. It's been cold and Buffy had went straight to bed to warm up. Once she'd gotten settled, she finished with her calculus homework and picked up the blank journal.
Now, she was wondering why Wes hadn't came to bed yet. After setting the journal on top of her school books, she slipped out of the bed. She shivered again and picked up the blanket and wrapped it around her body. Buffy didn't know if she'd ever get warmed up.
Stepping out into the living room, she smiled when she saw Wes on the couch, surrounded by books. She went over to him and sat down beside him. "Why haven't you came to bed yet?" she asked as she picked up one of the books and made a face at the picture in it. "You would want to look at this than cuddle with me?"
She gave him an amused look before softly kissing his cheek.
Buffy stood in the bedroom, her eyebrow perking when she heard the shower turn off. She didn't know if Wes would take her bait and not. Her question was answered when he walked into the room and Buffy felt a groan bubble up. "Yes, I was. Instead of going to class, I stayed home and gave my boyfriend a blowjob in the shower," she said, shuddering at the tone of his voice. She wondered if Wesley knew how hot he was when he was being stern.
When he told her to bend over the bed, Buffy looked down at it. It was pretty low and with Wesley's height, it would be uncomfortable. Looking at Wes, she climbed up on the bed and kneeled on it with her hands out like he'd asked. What fun would it be if she listened to everything he told her to do? Plus, she was pretty sure Wesley liked it when she rebelled at times and did things her way.
"But you know, Mister Watcher Sir," Buffy said as she looked over her shoulder. "I would do it again. There's nothing more hot than seeing my boyfriend get hard. He's really beautiful when he's naked and hard. If I had to chose between him and being a good Slayer, I'd chose him every single time." She smirked at him and then turned to face forward.
Wesley raised an eyebrow as Buffy climbed on the bed instead of leaning over it as he had told her to. "Ah, still a bit defiant, are we?" he said, trying to keep the amusement out of his voice. Of course she was - it was one of the things that he loved about her.
And besides, he had to admit that the sight of her kneeling on the bed with her arse presented made a very beautiful sight indeed.
When she told him that she would be bad Slayer because she enjoyed getting him hard, Wesley suppressed a groan, feeling himself stirring. God, the things she did to him. No one had ever affected him quite the way she did.
"Well, if you're going to be a naughty Slayer, then I suppose you'll just have to be treated as one, won't you?" he managed to say, even though his voice felt like it wanted to catch in his throat. Walking closer to the bed, he gave her bum a light slap, just enough to sting a little but not enough to hurt her. He could never really hurt her.
He then trailed his hand between the crevice of her ass, past her puckered opening down to her entrance. Smiling at how wet she was, not just from the shower he took, he thrust two fingers into her, working them in and out.
"I think you should tell me just how naughty you are," he told her. "List for me all the bad things you've done."
Buffy moaned when Wesley said she needed to be treated like a naughty Slayer. "Yes, Watcher Sir. I should be taught a very firm lesson with those big British words you Watchers use when scolding your naughty Slayers," she said, biting her lip so she wouldn't giggle. She could tell Wes was moving closer but she didn't turn to see what he was doing. She trusted him and knew he would take advantage of her while her back was turned.
When he slapped her ass, Buffy groaned and then shuddered when she felt Wes' fingers run down her ass and then inside of her. "Wes..." she groaned as she pushed back against his hand. She smirked when he asked her to tell him about all the naughty things she'd done. "All of them? I've done a lot of naughty things in my life. Burnt down a school, snuck out of my bedroom, and touched myself while I thought about my hottie Watcher, wondering what he'd do if I ran my hands under his suspenders."
Pushing harder, Buffy clench her muscles around Wesley's fingers so he couldn't possibly move them anymore. "But recently, I've been very naughty. I let my boyfriend finger me on the couch as I stroked him. Then, later that night, I let him perform oral on me on the kitchen table...that was really nice," she said in a seductive voice. "But do you know what I want to do now that's really naughty?"
She released his fingers and grinned. "I want my boyfriend to fuck me until I scream his name," she whispered.