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How things change... [Oct. 26th, 2006|07:49 pm]
This Dark World
[Current Location |New York City, NY]
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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.

[User Picture]From: gfs_wesleypryce
2006-11-02 03:03 am (UTC)
When Buffy wrapped her legs around him, Wesley slowed his movements for a moment, looking down at her with a smile. He loved the sounds she made, the way she reacted - even if she had got a bit over enthusiastic sometimes. Not that he minded a bit of pain when it came to her. He wasn't masochistic, of course, but he knew that it was a learning experience for both of them in a way.

Leaning down to meet her kiss, he started speeding up his thrusts again, revelling in the feel of her around him, nothing separately them. His fingers slipped across the slickness on his skin, across her arms and shoulders. He wanted nothing more than to pull her so close that they were inside each other, but he knew that wasn't possible.

The pleasure built in his spine, and he could feel her starting to tighten around him, the fluttering of her muscles more noticeable than when he'd used a condom. Groaning, he leaned his head against her shoulders. When she came hard around him, clenching tightly, he continued to push into her hard until he finally gave himself over to his own orgasm. His cock twitching, he spilled his release deep inside her as he let out a horse cry.

After several moments, he raised his head, looking into her eyes, not wanting to pull out of her quite yet and realizing that he didn't have to. Instead, he held her tightly.

"I love you, Buffy," he whispered.
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From: notangelsbitca
2006-11-02 05:23 am (UTC)
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.
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[User Picture]From: gfs_wesleypryce
2006-11-03 03:23 am (UTC)
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.
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From: notangelsbitca
2006-11-03 11:35 pm (UTC)
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.
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