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," she whispered as tears came to her eyes. "I've...since...for a long time, I've loved you." She continued to look at him and then laughed a little. "I think what I'm saying is that I love you too. Very much." With her free hand, she cupped the back of his neck and pulled him down for a slow, deep kiss.
After several moments, Buffy broke the kiss and looked at him again. "My Wesley," she whispered as she ran her fingers through his hair.
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.
Then, when it came right down to it - the words ended up slipping out. And after they had, he had worried that he had said them at the wrong time. Perhaps Buffy wasn't ready for this. She had only been with Angel before him after all.
Then she said that she loved him too. Staring down at her, he saw her eyes shining with tears as her lips lifted in a gentle laugh. God, she was so beautiful.
And she loved him.
"My Buffy," he told her softly, closing his eyes for a brief moment. On the Council, Watchers often took to calling the girls they were assigned to their Slayers, claiming a possession that seemed to indicate that they were nothing more than things to be used to fight the darkness. Wesley had never been able to call her that, it had never seemed right. But here, he was hers, and she was his - they owned each other's hearts.
He kissed her again before shifting, sighing when he felt himself slip out of her. Moving over onto the bed, he wrapped his arm around her to cuddle her against him. "I never thought I'd be so lucky to find someone like you. Makes part of me wish we hadn't wasted all that time trying to figure things out in the first place," he told her with a laugh.
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."
Leaning up, she softly kissed him. When she pulled back, Buffy noticed it was well past midnight and groaned. Another night of only getting a few hours of sleep. It had become a pattern over the last couple of weeks since it seemed there were getting more and more cases. Of course, the increased demon activity didn't go unnoticed by them.
"I really need to get some sleep, Wes," Buffy said as she pulled the blankets over them. Reaching over, she clicked the light off and snuggled close to him. "I love you." She softly kissed him and laid her head on the crook of his shoulder. Moments later she was asleep.
When the alarm went off, only a few hours later, Buffy groaned and turned it off. Her head hurt and her body felt like jello. She knew she wasn't sick - just overly exhausted. With a sigh, she pushed herself out of the bed and shuffled through the apartment and to the window. When she saw it was still raining, she shook her head. "Screw this," she muttered before padding back to the bedroom.
She crawled back into bed and snuggled close to Wes. "I'm staying home," she murmured, hoping he wouldn't lecture her on the importance of going to class.