Watcher/Slayer Relations

Buffy scrunched further down on her chair.

She shifted uncomfortably and sat up.

She leaned on the table, one hand propping up her head.

She put her head down on her folded arms on top of the table.

She put her arms over her head.

She put her hands over her ears.

No good.

She could still hear him.

Drone. Prattle. Nitpick. Drone. Drone. Scold. Repeat.

Rinse, lather, repeat.

She shoved herself up and away from the table.

She stalked over to her newest ex-Watcher and grabbed him by the tie, jerking him toward her until they were inches apart.

He squawked in surprise.

"Listen to me, Wesley." Buffy stared him coldly in the eyes.

"Y-yes?" he quavered.

Buffy opened her mouth to finally tell him off once and for all. He just wouldn't let her do things her way. He followed some stupid guidelines-rulebook that Giles had never once even mentioned let alone tried to enforce. By- the-book Wesley. No room for creativity or impulse or free- thinking. Just do it this way or not at all. And now that they were all free agents and she was training in this rented loft that was supposed to replace Giles' beloved library, Wesley was once again trying to plan every minute of her days.

She looked at him. For the first time, she really saw him.

She noticed that he had really intriguing eyes, all dark and secretive. There was something lurking in there. The real Wesley Wyndham-Price?

She noticed, too, that he was quite handsome when he kept his mouth shut. Take those glasses off and...

"Wh-what are you doing, Miss Summers?"

"Taking your glasses off."

"Why-why?"

"Want to see what you really look like."

"That's absurd! You can clearly see me."

"Giles looks different without his glasses. And without his clothes."

"Miss Summers!"

"Shush," she commanded.

Wesley's mouth clamped shut.

Nice lips, too.

She leaned forward and brushed hers against them.

Wesley jerked back and nearly throttled himself as Buffy still had his tie in her fist.

"urrggh."

"Careful. I might need you to breathe later."

Buffy kissed him again. Deeply. She felt a tentative quiver under her mouth, then it got sloppy.

She backed off, wiping her mouth and chin.

"Cordy said you kiss weird."

"What! I never... Miss Chase told you about our...um, encounter?"

"Just that you kiss weird."

"I do not!" He got all huffy.

"Trust me, Wes. You kiss weird."

"Let go of my tie."

Surprised at the ring of confidence in that statement, Buffy released the tie.

Wesley stepped back and adjusted his clothing. He jutted his head out and pulled it back in that odd pelican way he had, while straightening his spine.

"It is improper for a Watcher and Slayer to engage in carnal pleasures with each other."

"We just kissed. No biggie."

"It is for me," he sniffed.

"Yeah, Giles told me you went to an all-boys' school."

"Does everyone tell everyone else everything in this godforsaken town and what are you inferring by that remark?"

"Ooh, touchy subject." Buffy turned away, smiling.

"It is not!" Wesley moved after her and reached out. He grabbed her arm and tugged.

She whirled back and was quite suddenly in his arms, throwing hers around his neck. Watcher and Slayer were pressed tightly together.

"Oh. My."

"I'll say." Buffy pressed her pelvis against his and gave a little wriggle. She was pleased to note a reaction that time. A very specific reaction.

"You're, um, very warm," he noted.

"Hot Slayer blood."

Wesley tried to retreat into safer territory. "I do not believe there is a recorded difference between Slayer blood and that of an ordinary girl."

"Giles said I have hot Slayer blood."

"D-dare I ask under what circumstances he mentioned this heretofore unknown fact?"

"We were having sex."

Wesley turned white then green and finally settled on scarlet.

"You okay, Wes?"

"Uh..."

"That's what I thought."

Buffy kissed him.

Wesley kissed back. Unfortunately, it was in his own peculiar manner.

Buffy placed a hand between their mouths.

"Stop. Do what I do."

She pressed her lips firmly against his. He did the same.

She opened her mouth and sucked on his upper lip. He tried to do the same to her. It didn't work.

"No. You suck on my bottom lip while I suck on your top lip. Try it again."

This time it went better. Wesley was really getting into it now and Buffy was definitely enjoying it as well.

She ran her hands down his back, found, and squeezed his butt. He squawked again.

Buffy pulled away.

"You're a lot of work," she complained. "At least Giles has some experience. Giles has a lot of experience. He taught me some stuff that would give you a heart attack. He... ooph."

Wesley wrapped his arms around her, engulfed her mouth with his own and kissed her until her head started to spin. Then he released her.

Buffy wobbled. She couldn't believe it. Wesley had made her knees turn to jelly.

"Wow! Where did *you* learn to do that?"

"Rupert said that kissing girls is just like kissing boys. He didn't say he had taught you the fine art of making love to Watchers. I thought I was his only pupil!"

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