Buffy was having a wonderful dream. Wes and her were out in the middle of a meadow, naked, and making love. It was so warm and nice. Wesley was whispering words of love and asking about....tests? Opening her eyes, Buffy saw that she wasn't in the meadow, but in their bed. She lazily blinked at Wes before looking at the clock.
"No tests," she muttered as she rubbed her eyes. "And my mom won't care. It's the first time I've missed class all semester." She yawned and tried to shake the sleep from her head. "When I woke up, I had a really bad headache and my muscles hurt. We haven't been getting a lot of sleep lately, Wes, and I'm exhausted. Being a Slayer takes a lot out of you."
Buffy sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes again. "I still have thirty minutes to e-mail the professor. She says if you e-mail her before class, she'll send the notes." She slipped out of bed and padded to the laptop they had in the living room. While it was logging on, she went to the fridge and poured herself a glass of orange juice.
After sending the e-mail, she wrapped a blanket around her before stepping out of the apartment to get the newspaper. She plopped down on the couch and flipped through it, searching the headlines. Suddenly she found one. "Hey, Wes? Listen to this: 'Yesterday afternoon, in the 400th block of 36th street, several residents reported find snakes in their bathtubs and sinks'." She looked up at him. "That's the area where we fought the demon last night."
When Buffy said she didn't have a test, Wesley let out a soft sigh of relief. It was silly to worry, Buffy could take care of herself after all, but he didn't want to be accused of being a bad influence on her.
"I'm sorry, love," he said when she mentioned her aches and pains. He knew how much it took to be a Slayer. "Let me get you something for the pain."
While she went out to send the e-mail to her professor, Wesley went into the bathroom and searched through the medicine chest for the pain tablets. When he found them, he brought them out and set them in front of Buffy while she was writing her e-mail, then went into the kitchen to heat up some water for a pot of tea. By the time he finished and brought the tea out along with a cup of coffee for Buffy if she wanted it as well as some muffins, she had the newspaper and was looking through it.
He furrowed his brow and sat down next to her to look at the article she was referring to. "And I wouldn't imagine that snakes would be a usual thing to find in a busy burrough of New York City," he said, shaking his head. "This is getting too strange. Since it's the largest city in America, there's going to be a lot of underground demon activity as a rule, but nothing that should indicate the kind of things we've been seeing."
Leaning back, he reached up and rubbed the back of his neck for a moment. "I'm starting to think perhaps that my books aren't going to offer up enough information. There's a bookshop about five blocks from here that specializes in occult and demonology. I think I should head over and see if they have any books. And maybe we should go over the coffee shop - someone might have heard something as well."
He gave her a soft smile and reached over to rub her back. "If you're feeling up to it, of course. We could wait until later this afternoon, or I could go on my own."
Buffy took the pills and washed them down with some coffee as Wes started talking about going to some bookstore. She sighed and glanced toward the window. It was still gray and rainy out. Buffy knew this was important but she wanted to stay home and snuggle with Wes instead. Between fighting demons, him researching and her studying, it was a rare thing to have a day to themselves.
Standing from the couch, she let the blanket slip off her body. Buffy reached out and took Wesley's hand into hers. "We can go later. Right now I want to spend time with the man I love," she said before leading him to the shower. She pulled open the shower curtain and turned on the water.
She then turned around and grinned at Wes. Moving closer to him, Buffy wrapped her arms around him and pulled his down for a deep kiss. She moved back until she felt the edge of the counter against her back. Buffy broke the kiss long enough to pull herself up on the counter. She then wrapped her legs around his waist and smiled. "Isn't this better than looking for books?" she asked.
Raising his eyebrows, Wesley allowed Buffy to pull him from the couch, knowing that she could lift him up if she really wanted to. Without question, he walked with her into the shower, smiling when she turned on the water. Their showers always tended to turn into make-out sessions, so when she turned around and pre-empted it all by kissing him, he couldn't help but chuckle a bit as their lips touched.
Of course, the chuckle quickly died away as her tongue slipped into his mouth, a low groan rumbling in his chest. When they finally broke apart, he found Buffy pulling herself up onto the counter and returned her smile when she pulled him to her.
"Oh, definitely," he agreed, reaching up to caress his hand over her bare shoulder. "My beautiful girlfriend versus books? Beautiful girlfriend is going to win everytime."
Leaning forward, he kissed her as his fingers trailed down her chest to her breast, cupping it gently and teasing the nipple. He felt it immediately start to harden under his touch, and himself as a result.
"There are definite advantages to not having to use condoms anymore," he murmured softly against her lips as his fingers continued moving down across her body.
"You're a smart man, Wes," Buffy said with a smirk when he said he'd chose her over books. "A very smart man." With a smile, she leaned into his kiss, tasting the tea he'd drank just moments before. When his hand moved over her body, Buffy moaned and shuddered, especially when he cupped her breast. Wes was so good at touching her and knew what she liked.
Breaking the kiss, she looked up at him, her face flushed. "We should get in the shower before the hot water runs out," Buffy muttered before she released him. She saw how hard he was and smiled. "Come on, horny boy." She then took his hand and pulled him into the shower and stood under the warm shower.
Once she'd allowed the water to wash over her, and soothe her aching muscles, Buffy reached over the bar of soap. She ran it over Wesley's chest, leaving a trail of soap in her wake. Right before she reached his tight curls, she stopped and placed the soap back in the dish and went to her knees. Her tongue darted out and she licked the tip of his cock.
"It's been a while since I've done this," she murmured before engulfing him with her mouth.
"Horny Boy?" Wesley repeated with a snort as he let Buffy pull him into the shower. She had always been rather fond of bestowing nicknames on him, and he had to admit that Horny Boy was probably the most colorful one she had come up with yet. "Of course, when a guy has a beautiful girlfriend like I do, he's going to be quite horny when she wraps herself around me--I mean him."
Deciding to shut up, he stood under the spray of water with Buffy, running his hand through her hair for a few moments. When she soaped him up, he smiled and closed his eyes. Suddenly, he realized that she had stopped and opened his eyes to look down at her just as her tongue licked over his cock.
"God, Buffy," he groaned, grabbing hold of the shower rail when she took him in her mouth. This was one of the things they hadn't done together yet, and since it had been a long time for her, he forced himself not to buck forward into her mouth, not wanting to hurt her. Her mouth felt amazing, though, and he could feel himself starting to tighten up.
"Buffy...I'm going to...going to come if you keep doing that," he warned her, wanting to give her the choice to stop before he did.
Buffy continued to move her mouth up and down Wesley's cock. It wasn't something she had done a lot before. Other girls had always said it hurt their mouth too much and they refused to do it. She noticed it never her mouth and she had to wonder if it was because she was a Slayer. Maybe when Wes and her were walking to the bookstore, she could ask. Or maybe she would ask him at the bookstore just to see him blush.
When Wes warned her he was going to come, Buffy wrapped an arm around his waist to keep him from falling over. Soon his release was filling her mouth and Buffy quickly swallowed. Once Wes was done twitching, she released him from her lips and slowly stood up. Moving to her tip-toes, she leaned up and softly kissed him on the lips. "You're so adorable after you come," Buffy said before she picked up the shampoo and lathered her hair.
"Hurry up and finish," Buffy said with a sly smile. "It seems I've been a very bad Slayer and should be taught a lesson by my Watcher." She rinsed the shampoo out of her hair and then stepped out of the shower. "Don't take too long." Picking up a towel, she started to dry her hair as she went off to the bedroom.
It took several moments for Wesley to recover once he had come, glad that Buffy was so strong as he was sure he would have pitched over otherwise. When she stood up and kissed him, the water from the shower flowing down over them, he smiled.
"You're rather beautiful when you're wet," he told her with a wicked grin. He found himself watching her as she washed her hair, forgetting for a moment that he was supposed to be cleaning himself up as well until she told him to finish. His eyebrows rising up his forehead, his eyes followed her as she got out of the shower. "You have, have you?"
Quickly, he shampooed his hair before washing the rest of his body, and once he finished, he shut of the water and stepped out of the stall, grabbing the other towel to dry himself off with. Heading into the bedroom, he grinned when he saw Buffy in there.
"I understand you've been a naughty Slayer, Buffy," he told her, his tone one of mock sternness. "And you know what happens when a Slayer's been a bad girl, don't you? Bend over the bed, hands out."
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.