Wesley groaned as he felt Buffy push against his hand, her muscles contracting around his fingers. She was so hot, in so many ways. And hearing her list off the naughty things she had done caused him harden, especially when she mentioned wanting to touch him when they had been working together in Sunnydale. He had forced himself not to think about her that way at the time, knowing how much trouble he would have got into, but now, looking back on it, he couldn't help but wonder what that might have been like.
"You have been very naughty, Buffy," he told her, his voice low and rough when she trapped his fingers inside her. His cock was fully erect, almost aching, now, and he wanted her badly. "You'll always be naughty, won't you? Performing sexual acts on your boyfriend, letting him touch you and lust for you..."
He removed his hand from her since she had let him go and moved up behind her. Grasping her hips, he position himself at her entrance and pulled her back, impaling her on his cock. "And fuck you," he whispered.
He began thrusting into her hard and fast. She felt so good, her tight warmth wrapped around his cock. Letting out a moan of pleasure, he reached around her and found her clit, rubbing it as he continued to speed up his movements.
"You said you'd scream," he said, snapping his hips forward. "Is that was naughty girls do? Show me how naughty you are - scream for me, Buffy."
“I’ll always be naughty for you, Wes. You and only you,” Buffy whispered. “Always.” She knew she was basically saying she wanted to be with him forever, and she didn’t care. Buffy had never felt this way about anyone before, not even Angel, and she’d be lying if she said she never thought about marrying Wesley and settling down.
But, before she could think anymore about it, Buffy felt herself being pulled back. When Wesley thrust his cock into her. She gasped loudly and wrapped her fingers around the sheet of the bed. “Wesley…” she groaned as he started to thrust into her. She pushed back against him, moaning with each thrust.
His demand to hear her scream, made Buffy’s body start to shake. No one had ever made her feel this way before. She felt the perfect balance between love and ecstasy. Only Wes could make her feel that and she didn’t want to lose it. She didn’t want to ever live a day without him. Buffy wanted to know what forever was like and she wanted it to be with him.
She started to skate the edge and her eyes screwed shut. “Wes…gonna…fuck…”
Buffy tried to finish her sentence but her body started shake and spasm. “Wesley!” she yelled as she panted. The orgasm continued to move through her body and she took a deep breath. “We should get married…”
The noises Buffy made and the way she moved spurred Wesley to move faster within her. Though he'd never hurt her, couldn't imagine ever doing anything that would hurt her, he wanted to hear her scream. He wanted to that knowledge that he was the man who made her feel this way - that he made her feel the way she made him feel that. There were times he wanted to scream from the rooftops that he loved Buffy Summers, that he would always love her.
There were times he wanted to make sure the whole world knew.
Soon, he felt her beginning to shudder and tighten around him, knowing that she was close. He was getting close as well, his pleasure rising with every stroke. A moment later, he was rewarded with her scream, and she clenched around him, trapping him. Her orgasm brought his on its heels. With a hoarse cry, he exploded within her, collapsing over her. He continued to twitch as she spoke.
Opening his eyes, he looked down at her. Had she just said...? Slowly, he slipped out of her and sat on the bed, pulling her over to sit on his lap, looking into her eyes. "You want to...you want to marry me?" he asked softly, cupping her face with his hand and rubbing his thumb across her bottom lip.
At one point, he didn't think he'd ever get married since his job, being a Watcher, was the center of his existence. It was all he had known. He had to focus on what he had to do and forget his own life and wants.
Until he had met Buffy. Now, she was his life. She was what he had prepared for, and she gave him so much more than he had ever dreamed. He didn't care that they were breaking tradition or that they weren't supposed to be like this. All he wanted now was in his arms.
"I think we should too," he told her before tilting her head to kiss her deeply.
Once the words were out of her mouth, Buffy grimaced. What in the heck was she thinking? Wesley wouldn't want to marry her. She was too young and a Slayer. Slayers rarely lived long enough to get married and have children. They weren't supposed to marry their Watchers, and she was pretty sure Wesley was going to laugh at her.
When he sat up and pulled her to his lap, she waited for him to let her down. Buffy looked at him and opened her mouth to tell him to forget about it when he spoke first. Wait, what? Wesley wanted to marry her? "You better not be teasing me. I can kick your butt all over the place, you know," she said, giving him a stern look.
But, when he kissed her, Buffy suddenly knew he was being serious. Breaking the kiss, she stared at him and then smiled. She had always dreamed of getting married. Those dreams were put on hold when she was with Angel, but now with Wesley it was different. Maybe she was damned to be the Slayer for her rest of her life but she was going to love Wesley as if she had forever.
"I love you," she murmured before wrapping her arms around him. She held him for a few moments before remembering they had plans. "Not to sound like you, but we really need to get to the bookstore and see what's up with the big bads."
Even though he knew she was being serious, Wesley couldn't help but chuckle when Buffy threatened to kick his arse if he was messing with her and shook his head. He would never do that to her. Ever. "I'm not taking the mickey, love. I really do want to marry you."
After their kiss broke, he returned her smile, running the back of his hand over her temple. He wasn't sure when they'd find time or where they'd get married, but he knew that they would. They'd make the time. They'd find the place. And it would be everything they wanted. This was their life together, and it nothing else mattered.
"I love you too," he murmured, holding her close and resting his head to hers. He would have been content to stay there for the rest of the day until she reminded him that they had to go to the bookstore. They definitely needed to do that. And he needed to find a shop where he could find Buffy a ring. Even if she couldn't wear it when she was slaying, he wanted her to have one.
Gently nudging her off of him, Wesley went back to the bathroom and grabbed some flannels, bringing them back and using them to clean both of them off. Once he had, he headed to the closet to get some clothing since it wouldn't due for them to go out naked.
"Is it still raining or has it finally stopped," he asked as he pulled a shirt and pair of trousers off some hangers.