__Cold, Cold Christmas__
By FerretGirl



Wesley Wyndam-Pryce made his way up to his apartment, grumbling under his breath. He had been sent out for emergency shopping by his girlfriend. Heaven forbid they might run out of coffee or ice-cream, that would be a universal crime. And while he was out, might as well pick up a few other things, or so she had said.

Wesley shifted, hefting both bags to balance in the cradle of one arm while he dug around for his keys. Finally managing to get them out of his pocket, he opened the door and nearly dropped the bags he was holding. Clutching them to his chest he blinked at his apartment. Or what he thought was his apartment. He couldn't actually see it through all the Christmas decorations. It looked as though whirlwind Buffy had gone through it all right.

The blond Slayer herself was currently hovering near a Christmas tree hanging up decoration. A Christmas tree. In his apartment. The world truly had ended and he must've missed it. Sighing, he kicked the door closed and walked over to the kitchen to deposit the bags. Putting them on the counter for now, he walked back into the living room and eyed the tree as if would jump up and attack him. "Err... love?"

"Wes?" Buffy's cheerful voice came. She was balancing on the coffee table on one leg while trying to hang something in the tree on the back of it. Why couldn't she just walk around it?

"There's a tree in our living room?" Wesley waved his hand around vaguely, "Among other things?"

Buffy rolled her eyes and jumped off the coffee table. "No!" She clutched her heart with a mock look of horror. "Really?!" Moving over to him she wrapped her arms around his waist and took in his expression. "Don't look like that. None of this is suddenly going to grow teeth and bite you."

Automatically moving his arms around her, Wesley gave her a dubious look. "I'm not so sure," he muttered. "What's going on?"

Buffy let out an exasperated sigh. "It's Christmas. Our first, and I'd like it to be... well good. Great. Faboo!" She shrugged and looked at him worried. "I thought you wouldn't mind." She moved her arms from around him and looked back to the room again. "I... uh... might have gone a little overboard. I can... can take it down again," she said softly. Looking down she wrung her hands together. "I just thought... Never mind, I'll just take it down."

Sighing, Wesley reached out to pull her back into his arms again. "No, Buffy it's... fine. Just... a little warning might have been nice." He eyed the Christmas decorations, the blinking lights, the tree, and the smell and smiled softly. "It's not bad, it'll just take some getting used to."

"Well, I wanted to surprise you." Turning around in his arms, she stood on her toes and kissed the tip of his nose. "I just want our first Christmas to be special you know?" Sliding her arms around his waist again she glanced past him into the kitchen. "Uhm Wes? Did you put the ice cream in the freezer?"

"Bugger," Wesley muttered. Letting go of Buffy he turned around quickly and padded into the kitchen. Pulling out the carton of vanilla ice-cream he wrinkled his nose. Damn, it was starting to melt already.

"Better put it in the fridge," Buffy snorted from behind him. The tone held this distinct lilt that just screamed 'men!'

Raising an eyebrow, Wesley glanced at the ice-cream in his hand and then back at Buffy. "I suppose all this decorating must've tired you out, love," he said in that low voice while he smirked over at Buffy.

Narrowing her eyes, Buffy glanced at the tub of ice-cream and then at Wesley's face. Pursing her lips she tilted her head and blinked. "Maybe?" He was up to something and that expression and that voice usually meant that one of them was going to end up screaming. Or better yet, both.

"Maybe you should lay down for a moment," he said in that reasonable voice that made her extra suspicious.

"I suppose I could," she nodded. She blinked down at the hand he reached out and took it with a small smile. She had no idea what he was up to now, but she was willing to let him surprise her. Again. And she was still stunned that the stuffy watcher she once knew could come up with such wicked ideas. In the bedroom no less.

Clutching the ice-cream in one hand, Wesley pulled Buffy over to the bedroom with the other. He opened the door with his elbow and kicked it closed with his foot once they were inside. "Let's get you a bit more comfortable shall we?" Smiling, he let go over her hand and put the ice-cream on the nightstand.

Buffy eyed him suspiciously. What was he up to with that ice-cream? She looked at him puzzled when he stood in front of her again and then blinked when she felt his hands move over her body. Slowly he was undoing the buttons of her shirt, or actually it was his shirt. It just looked better on her.

Sliding the shirt over her shoulders, Wesley tilted his head. "Lovely," he muttered, dipping his head to lick over one exposed collarbone. He smile when he felt Buffy suck in her breath, one of her hands sliding into his hair. Moving his hand to her back, he unhooked her bra, and let it drop to the floor as well. Stepping back he looked her over. "Beautiful," he whispered.

"This isn't lying down, Wes," Buffy gasped, feeling those warm lips close around one nipple. Groaning she let her head fall back, pushing her breasts against his mouth. She felt his hand cup the other breast, kneading it, rubbing his thumb over the nipple. She felt his free hand tugging on the waistband of her sweatpants and before she could react they were pooled around her ankles.

"Hmmm, you're right," Wesley nodded, pulling back. He smiled softly at her, sucking in his breath at her nearly naked form. Moving quickly he scooped her up in his arms and walked over to the bed.

"Wes!" Buffy let out a giggle when she suddenly found herself in his arms. She let out a small yelp when he tossed her onto the bed and then reached out for him. "You're overdressed," she complained. "I never really liked this shirt," she muttered and then proceeded to rip it off. Buttons flying everywhere, fabric tearing and the shirt was dropped to the floor.

Pulling back, Wesley blinked down at his now ruined shirt. "I like these jeans however," he said quickly, stepping out of the way of Slayer hands. He slowly unbuckled his belt, popped the button and pushed his jeans down narrowed hips. Now only in his boxers he straddled Buffy and reached for the ice-cream.

"Uhm, Wes? What are you...." Arching of the bed, Buffy gasped for air and let out a shriek when cold ice drizzled on her skin. "Oh my god! That's cold!" Glaring up at her boyfriend, she growled.

"Really?" Wesley smirked down at her, moving his fingers through the ice-cream. He moved them around one nipple, enjoying the way her looked turned from a glare into a heated one. Then he moved to the other nipple, rubbing ice-cream over it. Scooting down a bit he lapped at the moisture pooling between her breasts, hot tongue trailing over to one nipple.

"You're so evil," Buffy breathed heavily. She moaned when felt his hot mouth sucking on a nipple, tongue swirling around it. The sensation of hot and cold driving her insane. She wanted to flip him over and take him right then and there. But she wasn't going to use her Slayer strength, not now. Not when she could be enjoying his wonderful tongue.

"Of course not," Wesley muttered, moving onto her other breast. Once he had cleaned both breasts of ice-cream, he moved his way down her body. Following the trail of yellow-white that had leaked over her flat stomach, pooling in her navel. His hands started to knead her breast, while he dipped his tongue into her navel.

Putting her own hands on his, Buffy groaned loudly while she felt his mouth move toward the fire between her legs. Whimpering when he kept moving closer but not close enough. She felt him slide her panties down her legs, and then his mouth was starting to suck on her thighs.

Reaching for the ice-cream carton again, Wesley sat up and smiled down at her. He tilted the carton, drizzling ice-cream on her inner thighs, moving from one to the other. An evil smile appeared on his face as she arched up and cried out when he let the cold ice drizzle over the hot wetness between her legs.

"Jesus!" Spreading her legs when the ice-cold fluid dribbled over her clit, Buffy lifted herself up on her elbows. "My god! You really are *evil*!" She let out another string of curses when Wesley's teasing tongue licked away the sticky moisture but still didn't go anywhere near where she wanted him to go.

Putting the ice-cream away for now, Wesley reached up to cup her breasts again, knowing she was about to explode. And not the good kind of exploding. Squeezing them between his hands, he slid his tongue over her clit slowly, tasting Buffy and ice-cream mixed together. He glanced up and groaned against her sweet spot as the sight she made.

Legs spread wide, eyes closed, lips parted, her hands over his, massaging her breast, Buffy moaned with pleasure. The alternate sensation of hot and cold were really driving her insane now. She was chanting something, it could have been his name, it could have been a curse. But her hips pushing her eager wetness toward his mouth spoke volumes.

Wesley decided to take pity on her. If only because she could grow frustrated at any minute now and turn the tables on him. Plunging his tongue deep inside her, past strong slayer muscles, he moved one hand to rub over her clit. Fast and hard, he brushed the tip of his tongue against her hot spot inside her.

"Yes!" Buffy arched up from the bed, planting both feet on the mattress to trust harder. She felt his other hand leave her breast and now massaged both of them with her own hands. Rolling nipples between her fingers, pinching them hard. A whimper escaped her lips when his talented tongue was removed but she was soon writhing again when two fingers took its place.

Pushing his fingers into Buffy, Wesley pumped them at a fast pace, feeling her climb closer to her climax. With his free hand he pushed her hips down onto the bed, or tried to, she was bucking them up forcefully. He latched his mouth onto her clit, sucking and licking it, scraping teeth over her sweet spot until he felt her freeze and moan loudly as she came.

Panting hard, Buffy slumped back on the bed and threw one arm over her eyes. "Evil, evil," she whispered. Catching her breath, she hefted herself up on her elbows again and blinked at Wesley. Who was looking back far to innocently, though he did look a little uncomfortable. "You look like something is bothering you," she smirked, her eyes traveling to the tent in his boxers.

"Really? I've no idea what you mean." Bringing up his hand, he licked her juices of his fingers slowly, moaning at the taste of Buffy mixed with ice-cream. "Hmmm, Vanilla Buffy." A small yelp escaped him when suddenly he found himself on his back, sans boxes and with Buffy's tongue in his mouth.

"Damn, I taste good," Buffy mumbled. She let her hands trail down his body to grip his throbbing cock. She pumped the hot flesh into full hardness with expert strokes, while she moved her mouth back to his. Swiping her tongue through his welcoming mouth, she moaned when his hands tangled in her hair. "I want you inside," she said in a tone that was not open for questioning.

"That can be arranged," Wesley said in a low voice. He hooked a leg behind hers and flipped them over lightening speed, taking advantage of her distraction. "In fact," he continued, grinning down at her surprised face, "It could be arranged now." Brushing her thighs further apart, he pushed the head of his shaft against her wet heat and started to slide slowly inside her.

Bringing up her legs, Buffy wrapped them around Wesley and pushed him inside of her in one fast thrust. She smirked as he gasped out loud and then used his distraction to flip them over again. "Now would be of the good," she nodded with an evil smile. She started to rock her hips fast, reaching behind her to play with his balls. Rolling them around in her hand, tugging, pressing the tips of her fingers against the soft skin behind them.

Reaching up, Wesley cupped her breasts, while he planted his feet flat on the bed to push into her faster. He moaned when he felt her hands fondling his balls, pressing her fingertips against delicate skin just right. Running his hands over her body he put them on her hips, and then flipped them over again. Covering her mouth with his he successfully muffled any and all protests, while kept thrusting into her.

Moaning into his mouth, Buffy, wrapped her legs around his waist again. She could feel the nubs of his tight nipples rubbing over her own, his cock pulsing inside her, while she scratched her sharp nails over his back. Throwing her head back when his cock kept brushed the hot spot inside her, she gasped out his name. "Faster, Wes..." Panting, she could feel skin tearing under her nails as her sweat slicked body moved with his.

Moving onto his knees, Wesley gripped her hips hard and pounded into her with all his strength. He made certain to slide his cock over her clit with every thrust, aiming for that hotspot inside her. When he felt her legs tighten around his waist, he let himself fall forward to his elbows to claim her mouth again. He could feel his balls starting to draw up, tighten unbearably. A sweet mixture of pain and pleasure as her nails made small welts on his back.

Buffy pried her eyes open as she felt his hips stutter. She loved watching her lover climax, she loved the look on his face, and she loved the fact that she was the one responsible for that look. She clenched around Wesley's rock hard cock with most of her strength while she ran her nails over his back in one fast move.

Throwing his head back, Wesley arched into her touch, his movements stuttering, spilling his release deep inside her. He kissed her passionately, lips moving, tongues sliding wetly over each other. He kept thrusting into her at a slower pace, milking his own orgasm. One of his hands moved between their bodies and the thumb started to rub over her clit fast.

Crying out for a second time, Buffy gasped for air when that well known hand started to work her clit and Wesley's cock kept bumping against her hot spot. White stars formed before her eyes, and a sudden rush of pleasure washed over her as she came. She clenched around his softening shaft, while they both kept moving slowly against each other, both coming down from their orgasms.

Slumping down on top of her, Wesley caught his weight on his elbows, and rolled to the side. He reached out for Buffy who willingly moved closet to him. Wrapping his arms around her he panted for breath, tongue darting out to slowly licking his lips. Turning his head he planted a kiss on the tip of her nose and smiled.

"I don't know, Wes," Buffy smiled, still a little breathless. "I don't think this was resting at all."

"No?" Wesley feigned innocence.

"No," Buffy answered with a firm nod. "But that's okay, I don't mind. Besides, I just changed my mind."

"About?" He blinked down at her puzzled.

"Christmas dinner."

"Pardon?"

"I want a different desert. Instead of chocolate pudding, I now want Ice-cream."

"That sounds good," Wesley smirked.

"And you," Buffy added.

"That can be arranged." No problem at all, Wesley thought.

There was a comfortable silence for a moment until Buffy looked up at him with an far to innocent expression. She clenched her muscles around his cock again and smirked at the small groan she got as a reward. Leaning up, she kissed his temple and then gazed into his eyes with a mysterious smile.

"And handcuffs," she announced.

"...Oh." Wesley sucked in his breath and gulped.

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