Title: Fallen
Author: LanaraofEarth
Rating: PG-13 ish...maybe R later on
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel the Series are not mine and never will be, no matter how much I might wish otherwise. The characters of both shows belong to Joss Wedon, Fox and other people and companies that I can't remember right at this moment.
Summary: After being shunned by the gang in LA, Wesley leaves and ends up in Sunnydale. Possibly Wes and Buffy shippiness
Note: Words etc. in * are a character's inner thoughts/dialogue.
* Part 5 *
Buffy kicked open the door to the dingy motel room and dragged the still unconscious form of Wesley Wyndam-Price inside.
Buffy took a step back as the hideous colour combination of the room assaulted her. * Ugh, yuck, who the hell designs these motel rooms? And why is it that motels are almost always tacky, what…do they go to the same online shopping centre for this crap…nasty motel motifs.com…what are you talking about, Summers, these people probably haven't even heard of the internet, let alone e-commerce. *
Buffy's running commentary continued on as she dragged the Brits drunken form into the room. She couldn't suppress a shudder at the decorating disaster that surrounded her.
Not even Anya's choice in bridesmaid's gowns could compare with the nightmarish décor in the room.
Once she reached the bed closest to the door, the young woman dumped the dead weight of a certain former rogue demon hunter onto it.
Wesley moaned at the movement, but otherwise gave no other sign of waking up.
Buffy grabbed his torso and pulled him up towards the head of the bed.
Wesley groaned again and this time he turned over onto his side away from the slayer.
Buffy ran a weary hand through her hair as she looked down on the dishevelled man before her.
* Oh, Wesley, what are you doing to yourself… * Buffy pondered sadly as she bent down towards him.
Slowly, she removed the black Doc boots on his feet and threw them across the room, where they landed in front of the tiny closet.
She then moved up his body and carefully relieved him of his deep blue cotton jacket, revealing the grey t-shirt clad form beneath.
After sending Wesley's jacket to meet his shoes she turned back to him and stopped short.
* OK…somebody's been working out. *
Buffy couldn't help tilting her head and taking in the body on the bed. Cotton clung to the toned muscles of his chest and Buffy bit her lip. * Nice…*
She then shook herself…* get a grip, Summers. This is WESLEY we're talking about here!! *
Buffy averted her gaze and moved away from the bed towards the room's bathroom.
As she had expected, it was a mess. Clothes and towels hung from the shower railing covered the floor and were slung over the sink.
* Eeeww… * Buffy cringed as she regarded the room. She quickly grabbed what she had come for, a face cloth and the garbage can. She turned on the sink to cold, and wet the cloth before returning to the main room.
Slowly she approached the double bed by the window, placed the garbage pail on the floor, Wesley might need it later and then gingerly perched herself on the edge of the mattress.
Buffy gazed down upon Wesley's face and, despite the fact that he looked like hell; she had to concede that he was actually quite handsome. She liked the facial hair…it suited him.
His somewhat longer hair was slightly wavy and clung to his head. She liked the new do too.
Buffy tenderly placed the cool cloth on Wesley's head; his face was flushed from all of the drinks he had imbibed.
A groan emerged from Wesley's lips and he moved beneath her touch. Buffy soothed the creases on his forehead with the cloth and wondered how on earth she could help this man. She was a mess herself and she assumed that she could help him…
She would, though; there was no doubt in her mind that she would help him in any way that she could…as well as helping Angel.
Wesley's eyelids fluttered open after a few minutes and starred straight into her eyes. His pupils were dilated and he smiled up at her.
The physical sensation of being touched sent shivers down his spin and Wesley's mind focussed solely on the pleasure of the contact.
Buffy rested a palm against his left cheek and he sighed in delight. It felt so good…that simple touch of cool, soft skin against rough, heated flesh.
It felt so wonderful to be so close to someone without having to fight.
Buffy frowned slightly, but caressed the warm skin beneath her hand in an attempt to soothe the troubled ex-watcher.
Wesley's vision was somewhat clouded, but he could see Buffy, her golden strands falling like waves of silk about her face. Not like Fred…hers was… Wesley cut that thought of ruthlessly, he may have been drunk, but the thought of her, with Gunn and with her back to him, angry…hurt beyond words…
Instead, the lost man focused his gaze on Buffy's hazel eyes. They were intoxicating.
Her expressive, soulful eyes gazed down upon him and he began to drown in their depths.
Slowly, Wesley brought his left hand up and cupped itself over the hand on his cheek.
Buffy was confused by the play of emotions on Wesley's face and his sudden actions, but her train of thought was cut off as Wesley suddenly did something even more shocking.
He wanted to…had wanted to in his deepest fantasies, but never allowed himself to acknowledge…but she was so close…so beautiful
Wesley grabbed hold of her hand softly but firmly and pulled the slayer down to him, until she was sprawled across his chest, their faces almost touching.
Buffy's eyes widened in surprise and she went to chastise him when his mouth captured hers.
* Bliss…this is bliss * Wesley thought, * Soft…so soft…always wondered…soo good, so sweet…makes it all go away…nothing else * And there wasn't.
All Wesley felt, all that he knew, at that moment was the soft, supple flesh laying on top of him and the tender lips that he was flicking his tongue across.
Nothing else existed.
Buffy was immobilized by shock for a moment and could feel Wesley's lips caressing her own in a lazy, but desperate kiss. * What the hell was he doing? Was he really that eager to die a horrible death *
But he wasn't thinking clearly, he was drunk and in emotional turmoil…he didn't know what he was doing…he was just trying to forget, like she had been when she'd…with…
The sensation of Wesley's tongue sliding along her lips brought Buffy back to herself. She broke away from his ravaging lips as she tried to roll off of him.
Wesley's lips attached themselves to her neck and proceeded to do very UN- watcher-like things to it. His rough, unshaven cheek nuzzled against her collarbone and sent shivers down her spine. The hard texture created very pleasurable sensations that, had Buffy been standing, she surely would have collapsed into a puddle on the floor.
She could easily have punched him, she should have, but she really didn't want to hurt him.
Wesley's grip tightened as his right arm traveled along her back to press her more fully against him, the other buried itself in the soft tresses tickling his face.
He growled at her and flipped them over until Buffy was beneath him with his hips nestled between her thighs.
Wesley attacked her mouth more vigorously and Buffy bucked against him to try and push him off of her.
Wesley growled low in his throat and ground his lower body into her.
Buffy gasped out at the sensation. His hard length pressed against her and he ground into her again.
Buffy couldn't help the moan of pleasure that escaped her and she ground herself back against him.
Wesley nipped and sucked a tingling path along her shoulder and sent shivers racing along her spine.
She had to stop this…this wasn't right…it wasn't…she needed to stop it…
That was the last thought that crossed her mind as Buffy's rational mind shut down and gave in to the feelings within her.
When his mouth rose to meet hers again Buffy didn't try to stop him and their mouths met hungrily.
Her lips slid along his and opened when his tongue demanded entrance.
His tongue plunged into her, as his lower half longed to. Their tongues duelled, caressed and battled for dominance.
The rational Buffy tried again to get through, but it was drowned out by the sensations Wesley was evoking in her.
She felt alive.
More alive then she had felt in a very long time.
Her hands came up and held him against her, caressing the sinew of muscles beneath his shirt. The feeling of a warm body so close to her own was intoxicating. It had been so long since someone so warm had wanted her, touched her.
His strong hands slid along her sides, one came to rest at the underside of her breast and the other cupped her face lovingly.
It was addictive, having what one had longed for.
Their mouths melded again and again, tongues thrusting and bodies moving sensually along one another.
Wesley moved away from her mouth again and kissed his way down to the junction at her shoulders, where her scar was and bit down on it. Buffy arched up against Wesley and cried out in pleasure.
Her nails dragged along his back as her thighs clung to him like a vice.
Wesley moaned aloud, her name on his lips.
That brought her crashing back to reality.
* What am I doing!?! Oh my god!!! *
Buffy used her slayer strength to push Wesley off of her and she quickly jumped off of the bed.
Wesley was practically panting as he looked up at her dazedly. His drunken mind hadn't quite processed everything yet.
Buffy was breathing heavily, her hormones running wild. She had to get a hold of herself.
* She's looks ravaged…and sexier than hell * A semi-lucid part of Wesley thought.
Her hair was in disarray, her jacket undone, cheeks flushed and lips swollen.
The heated look that Wesley was giving her was too much and Buffy turned away from it. However, that did nothing to stop the heat of his gaze from boring into her back, spreading fire along every nerve in her body.
Buffy lifted her eyes in desperation, searching for a way out and she caught sight of the door not four feet away from her and dashed towards it.
Once there she swung it open and ran out into the night, leaving a dazed, aroused Wesley to collapse back onto the bed as the door slammed shut.
* End Part 5 *
Author: LanaraofEarth
Rating: PG-13 ish...maybe R later on
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel the Series are not mine and never will be, no matter how much I might wish otherwise. The characters of both shows belong to Joss Wedon, Fox and other people and companies that I can't remember right at this moment.
Summary: After being shunned by the gang in LA, Wesley leaves and ends up in Sunnydale. Possibly Wes and Buffy shippiness
Note: Words etc. in * are a character's inner thoughts/dialogue.
* Part 5 *
Buffy kicked open the door to the dingy motel room and dragged the still unconscious form of Wesley Wyndam-Price inside.
Buffy took a step back as the hideous colour combination of the room assaulted her. * Ugh, yuck, who the hell designs these motel rooms? And why is it that motels are almost always tacky, what…do they go to the same online shopping centre for this crap…nasty motel motifs.com…what are you talking about, Summers, these people probably haven't even heard of the internet, let alone e-commerce. *
Buffy's running commentary continued on as she dragged the Brits drunken form into the room. She couldn't suppress a shudder at the decorating disaster that surrounded her.
Not even Anya's choice in bridesmaid's gowns could compare with the nightmarish décor in the room.
Once she reached the bed closest to the door, the young woman dumped the dead weight of a certain former rogue demon hunter onto it.
Wesley moaned at the movement, but otherwise gave no other sign of waking up.
Buffy grabbed his torso and pulled him up towards the head of the bed.
Wesley groaned again and this time he turned over onto his side away from the slayer.
Buffy ran a weary hand through her hair as she looked down on the dishevelled man before her.
* Oh, Wesley, what are you doing to yourself… * Buffy pondered sadly as she bent down towards him.
Slowly, she removed the black Doc boots on his feet and threw them across the room, where they landed in front of the tiny closet.
She then moved up his body and carefully relieved him of his deep blue cotton jacket, revealing the grey t-shirt clad form beneath.
After sending Wesley's jacket to meet his shoes she turned back to him and stopped short.
* OK…somebody's been working out. *
Buffy couldn't help tilting her head and taking in the body on the bed. Cotton clung to the toned muscles of his chest and Buffy bit her lip. * Nice…*
She then shook herself…* get a grip, Summers. This is WESLEY we're talking about here!! *
Buffy averted her gaze and moved away from the bed towards the room's bathroom.
As she had expected, it was a mess. Clothes and towels hung from the shower railing covered the floor and were slung over the sink.
* Eeeww… * Buffy cringed as she regarded the room. She quickly grabbed what she had come for, a face cloth and the garbage can. She turned on the sink to cold, and wet the cloth before returning to the main room.
Slowly she approached the double bed by the window, placed the garbage pail on the floor, Wesley might need it later and then gingerly perched herself on the edge of the mattress.
Buffy gazed down upon Wesley's face and, despite the fact that he looked like hell; she had to concede that he was actually quite handsome. She liked the facial hair…it suited him.
His somewhat longer hair was slightly wavy and clung to his head. She liked the new do too.
Buffy tenderly placed the cool cloth on Wesley's head; his face was flushed from all of the drinks he had imbibed.
A groan emerged from Wesley's lips and he moved beneath her touch. Buffy soothed the creases on his forehead with the cloth and wondered how on earth she could help this man. She was a mess herself and she assumed that she could help him…
She would, though; there was no doubt in her mind that she would help him in any way that she could…as well as helping Angel.
Wesley's eyelids fluttered open after a few minutes and starred straight into her eyes. His pupils were dilated and he smiled up at her.
The physical sensation of being touched sent shivers down his spin and Wesley's mind focussed solely on the pleasure of the contact.
Buffy rested a palm against his left cheek and he sighed in delight. It felt so good…that simple touch of cool, soft skin against rough, heated flesh.
It felt so wonderful to be so close to someone without having to fight.
Buffy frowned slightly, but caressed the warm skin beneath her hand in an attempt to soothe the troubled ex-watcher.
Wesley's vision was somewhat clouded, but he could see Buffy, her golden strands falling like waves of silk about her face. Not like Fred…hers was… Wesley cut that thought of ruthlessly, he may have been drunk, but the thought of her, with Gunn and with her back to him, angry…hurt beyond words…
Instead, the lost man focused his gaze on Buffy's hazel eyes. They were intoxicating.
Her expressive, soulful eyes gazed down upon him and he began to drown in their depths.
Slowly, Wesley brought his left hand up and cupped itself over the hand on his cheek.
Buffy was confused by the play of emotions on Wesley's face and his sudden actions, but her train of thought was cut off as Wesley suddenly did something even more shocking.
He wanted to…had wanted to in his deepest fantasies, but never allowed himself to acknowledge…but she was so close…so beautiful
Wesley grabbed hold of her hand softly but firmly and pulled the slayer down to him, until she was sprawled across his chest, their faces almost touching.
Buffy's eyes widened in surprise and she went to chastise him when his mouth captured hers.
* Bliss…this is bliss * Wesley thought, * Soft…so soft…always wondered…soo good, so sweet…makes it all go away…nothing else * And there wasn't.
All Wesley felt, all that he knew, at that moment was the soft, supple flesh laying on top of him and the tender lips that he was flicking his tongue across.
Nothing else existed.
Buffy was immobilized by shock for a moment and could feel Wesley's lips caressing her own in a lazy, but desperate kiss. * What the hell was he doing? Was he really that eager to die a horrible death *
But he wasn't thinking clearly, he was drunk and in emotional turmoil…he didn't know what he was doing…he was just trying to forget, like she had been when she'd…with…
The sensation of Wesley's tongue sliding along her lips brought Buffy back to herself. She broke away from his ravaging lips as she tried to roll off of him.
Wesley's lips attached themselves to her neck and proceeded to do very UN- watcher-like things to it. His rough, unshaven cheek nuzzled against her collarbone and sent shivers down her spine. The hard texture created very pleasurable sensations that, had Buffy been standing, she surely would have collapsed into a puddle on the floor.
She could easily have punched him, she should have, but she really didn't want to hurt him.
Wesley's grip tightened as his right arm traveled along her back to press her more fully against him, the other buried itself in the soft tresses tickling his face.
He growled at her and flipped them over until Buffy was beneath him with his hips nestled between her thighs.
Wesley attacked her mouth more vigorously and Buffy bucked against him to try and push him off of her.
Wesley growled low in his throat and ground his lower body into her.
Buffy gasped out at the sensation. His hard length pressed against her and he ground into her again.
Buffy couldn't help the moan of pleasure that escaped her and she ground herself back against him.
Wesley nipped and sucked a tingling path along her shoulder and sent shivers racing along her spine.
She had to stop this…this wasn't right…it wasn't…she needed to stop it…
That was the last thought that crossed her mind as Buffy's rational mind shut down and gave in to the feelings within her.
When his mouth rose to meet hers again Buffy didn't try to stop him and their mouths met hungrily.
Her lips slid along his and opened when his tongue demanded entrance.
His tongue plunged into her, as his lower half longed to. Their tongues duelled, caressed and battled for dominance.
The rational Buffy tried again to get through, but it was drowned out by the sensations Wesley was evoking in her.
She felt alive.
More alive then she had felt in a very long time.
Her hands came up and held him against her, caressing the sinew of muscles beneath his shirt. The feeling of a warm body so close to her own was intoxicating. It had been so long since someone so warm had wanted her, touched her.
His strong hands slid along her sides, one came to rest at the underside of her breast and the other cupped her face lovingly.
It was addictive, having what one had longed for.
Their mouths melded again and again, tongues thrusting and bodies moving sensually along one another.
Wesley moved away from her mouth again and kissed his way down to the junction at her shoulders, where her scar was and bit down on it. Buffy arched up against Wesley and cried out in pleasure.
Her nails dragged along his back as her thighs clung to him like a vice.
Wesley moaned aloud, her name on his lips.
That brought her crashing back to reality.
* What am I doing!?! Oh my god!!! *
Buffy used her slayer strength to push Wesley off of her and she quickly jumped off of the bed.
Wesley was practically panting as he looked up at her dazedly. His drunken mind hadn't quite processed everything yet.
Buffy was breathing heavily, her hormones running wild. She had to get a hold of herself.
* She's looks ravaged…and sexier than hell * A semi-lucid part of Wesley thought.
Her hair was in disarray, her jacket undone, cheeks flushed and lips swollen.
The heated look that Wesley was giving her was too much and Buffy turned away from it. However, that did nothing to stop the heat of his gaze from boring into her back, spreading fire along every nerve in her body.
Buffy lifted her eyes in desperation, searching for a way out and she caught sight of the door not four feet away from her and dashed towards it.
Once there she swung it open and ran out into the night, leaving a dazed, aroused Wesley to collapse back onto the bed as the door slammed shut.
* End Part 5 *