__Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas__
By FerretGirl



Paris by night, Wesley thought, was very beautiful. The bright lights, the snow on the roofs, the parks, the could see it all perfectly from the top of the Eiffel Tower. Why he was here on Christmas Eve, he had no real idea, other then the fact that perhaps he wanted some silence before the storm. Life, or un-life as a higher being wasn't all that great as it sounded. And Christmas time was always the busiest time of year for the guides.

Ever since the battle with the Senior Partners, in which he had died much to his relief he was ashamed to say, he had been a guide. He had died, opened his eyes and looked straight into the familiar face of one Cordelia Chase. Who had then right away hit him over the head and snipped at him for three hours on end for dying when he wasn't supposed to.

After she had finished that, she had given him a few choices. Return back to earth in a new body also known as reincarnation, go to heaven, or become a guide. Wesley had chosen to brood for about six months. Until Cordelia considered that enough time to brood, and besides she had said, 'one brooder in the family was enough.' She had forcefully dragged him out of his funk and told him to choose. So he had chosen to become a guide, as had Cordelia. They often worked together, and mostly they tried to guide their still alive, or un-alive friends in the right direction. That had been going on for five years now.

Putting his hand on the railing, he glanced down at the few miniature people who were walking past. All hurrying to get home to their loved ones for Christmas, to a party or whatever they were hurrying out of the cold weather for. Of course being dead, Wesley didn't feel the cold weather. What he did feel however was the hard smack that suddenly hit him from behind. Actually, he heard the smack before he felt it. Wincing he rubbed his arm and turned around. "Cordelia? Why the hell are you hitting me with an umbrella?"

"Why the hell aren't you dressed!" Cordelia shot back.

Confused, Wesley glanced down at his red button-down shirt and jeans. "I am dressed?" he blinked at her puzzled, and then ducked when that remark nearly earned him another smack with the dreaded umbrella. "Cordelia!"

"Dressed..." She sighed. Planting both hands on her hips in a way that made Wesley wince again, she started to tap her two hundred dollar Prada's on th emetal floor. Of course now that she could just wish whatever she wanted to wear it wasn't half the fun to wear expensive stuff, but it was the principle that counted. "Tux-e-do." She used that kind of voice she had dubbed, 'Wesley is deliberately being a moron again.'

"Tux-e-do," Wesley repeated slowly. It was then he noticed she was wearing a beautiful black velvet dress, her long hair flowing freely over her shoulder like a soft waterfall, a touch of make-up and those lovely brown eyes shining. Though they were currently shooting daggers. All in all she was a picture to be framed. Of course she always looked beautiful according to Wesley, but tonight she looked... stunning.

He wracked his brain for anything he might have forgotten. Cordelia had this habit of wanting to celebrate every anniversary known to man and demon kind, anything to get a day off from The Powers That Be. "Alright, I give up, what did I forget now?" he sighed defeated. This time he managed to grab the umbrella before it could hit him. Growling he ripped it out of Cordelia's hands and flung it over the railing of the Eiffel Tower.

"Hey!" Now she used her hand to smack him. "That was my favorite umbrella! You ass." The glower she gave him would've made any other man run for the hills. Screaming and crying for their mother. Only, after knowing each other for more then ten years, it had little to no effect on Wesley. Which she hated with a passion. She smacked him again for good measure and then glanced at her nails. "Dammit, I had better not break a nail too, you already cost me my umbrella."

"Then you shouldn't have hit me with it," he pointed out calmly. Crossing his arms over his chest he glared right back at her. "Now, are you going to flap your mouth and have something sensible come out? Like say why you are smacking me with an umbrella or are you just going to breathe hot hair?" Raising that familiar eyebrow at her, he gave her that special look.

Well two could play that eyebrow game. Raising one finely manicured eyebrow right back, Cordelia sniffed at him. "I can't believe you've actually forgotten," she said softly. She sighed dramatically and turned to look out over the city. "The one time per year we get off and we had plans..." she trailed off taking a deep breath again.

Wesley sighed. Dammit, he knew this game. And bloody hell she was still good at it. They known each other more then ten years now, but she could still make him feel like the biggest arsehole idiot on the face of the earth. But he couldn't remember, not for the un-live of him what those plans were. They had plans? What plans? "I'm sorry," he said softly, making a face at the apologetic tone in his voice. "I seem to have forgotten. What did we have planned?"

"We were going to have Christmas dinner," Cordelia said, wrapping her arms around her waist. She turned around he glanced at him. "We were going to dress up and have dinner. Just the two of us. To celebrate..."

"Oh," Wesley nodded, though the really couldn't remember having agreed on that. Not that he minded but. "We don't actually eat, Cordy," he pointed out. Which was true, they didn't need food or any of those mortal things. Sighing, he quickly closed his eyes and used his power to change into a tuxedo. "Better?"

Cordelia gave him a small smile. The man really did look double oh so yummy in a tuxedo. "Oh yes, much better," she whispered, taking a shuddering breath. If she had been smitten with him in a tuxedo while she was at high-school, she was completely floored when she saw him now. Blue piercing eyes, no longer hidden behind glasses, slight stubble, hair short and not that perfect anymore, the graceful and more confidant posture. "Much, much better," she practically purred, stepping closer to him.

Raising and eyebrow, Wesley blinked at her. He swallowed when he saw the look in her eyes and just knew, *knew* they were going to get into trouble right here on the Eiffel Tower. But then again, there was no one around and maybe, just maybe he should turn the tables on her for once. It had been a little over two years since they've gotten together, finally giving into the old desire. They were dead, who cared anyway. And during those times she had more then once embarrassed him with her... none too subtle ways of getting what she wanted.

The heels of Cordelia's prada's clicked in the silence on the top of the Eiffel Tower as she moved even closer to him, pressing her body against his. "You have some making up to do," she said, moving her hands up and down his chest. Popping one button of his shirt, she slid her hand inside. "For trying to skip out of dinner."

Curling his fingers around her wrist, Wesley pursed his lips and gave her a look. "You're right, I really do have some making up to do, don't I?" He dropped the hand and buttoned up his shirt again. Then those hands moved to her velvet dress, slowly undoing the little clasps on the lace bodice. Pushing the cloth away it revealed a ruby-red satin bra. Nothing but the best for Cordelia Chase, Wesley thought. He leaned forward and mouthed one breast through the silk, the fabric soft under his lips.

"Wesley," Cordelia breathed out, arching into the touch. Bringing up her hand she tangled it in his hair, well manicured nails scratching over scalp.

"Don't ruin the silk," Wesley answered, running his tongue over said silk. His hands brushed up the sides off her body, letting her dress fall open fully. Sliding them to her back he opened the bra and pulled it off, letting it fall to the floor. "Honestly Cordelia," he muttered, closing his lips over one pink nipple, flicking his tongue out again. "I don't understand, you can fabricate a new one at any time."

Her legs were starting to feel a bit like rubber when she felt that talented tongue round her nipples. When Wesley's took one in his mouth and started to suck, she pulled him even closer. "I was going to say, don't stop you moron," she moaned. Her knees started to buckle when he moved on to the other nipple, hand cupping the breast left behind, fingers dancing over hot skin.

Straightening up, Wesley pressed his lips over hers when Cordelia let out a disappointed whimper. He pressed his body against her and backed her up against the bench and pushed her down onto it. "Maybe you'd like to sit down for this," he said in that low voice that sent tingles down her spine. He opened her dress fully and brushed her thighs apart. Looping one finger around the elastic of the panties that matched her bra, he let his fingers slide through her pubic hair.

Cordelia's breathing picked up, as she looked down into those blue eyes, twinkling mischievously. She watched Wesley lean forward and press his mouth against the wetness between her legs, leaking through the fabric of her panties. Moaning, she watched that strong, elegant hand dip into her panties and lifted up her hips helpfully as Wesley slid them down her well formed legs. "Don't throw them on the floor like that," she panted out as his mouth returned between her legs.

"Of course not," Wesley muttered. He brought his hand back and then flung them over the railing while his mouth kept working her clit. Hands brushed up and down her legs, sliding them behind her to move over the soft skin of her back and arse, while he thrust is tongue inside of her.

"Wesley!" Cordelia looked over her shoulder and flinched as she saw her ruby-red, silk panties fly over the railing. But then all was forgotten when Wesley started to suck on her clit in earnest. She bucked her hips into his talented mouth and panted through parted lips. "God yes, Wes." She moved her hands into his hair again, spreading her legs even wider.

Scrapping his teeth over her clit, Wesley plunged his tongue inside her waiting wetness, taking his time to taste her, thrusting his tongue in and out her body. Sliding one hand up her tight, he dipped it between her legs, pushing one finger inside, while his lips closed around the pleasure spot, massaging it with his tongue.

Putting her legs over Wesley's shoulders, Cordelia let her legs fall open wider. She threw her head back, moaning loudly. Pushing her hips toward the second finger that was pushed inside over her, nudging that hot spot inside of her. She could feel a tingling in her belly, fire burning where he touched her with tongue, hands, teeth. "I hate you, I hate you," she panted out, pulling him closer with her legs.

"Hmmm," Wesley hummed against her clit, crooking his fingers and brushing them over that spot that made her whimper so nicely. He could feel her clenching around his fingers, moving his tongue even faster over her clit to bring her to a climax. "You love me," he whispered smugly, biting down on her pleasure spot. Glancing up he groaned when he saw that she had cupped her own breasts and was squeezing them between her hands, rubbing her thumbs over taut nipples. The sight made his cock throb even harder between his legs.

Cordelia bucked her hips up as her orgasm took over her senses. Her world narrowed down to nothing but that feeling and the man kneeling between her legs responsible for it. Arching up like a bow she cried out his name, the sound floating off into the Paris night. Breath coming with ragged pants, she slumped down and glared down at him as he continued to lap at the juices of her release.

Slowing down, Wesley kept licking his tongue over her clit and pulled out his finger. Sitting back on his haunches and smirked at her, slowly bringing up his hand. He sucked his fingers into his mouth, moving them in and out, moaning as he tasted her all over again. Pulling them out with a plop he sat up and went over to where she sat. Locking his blue eyes with her brown ones, he put a hand on either side of her. Shaft pulsing painfully in his trousers, he pressed his lips over hers, licking over them until they parted.

Cordelia opened her mouth willingly, still stunned that this was the same shy man she had worked with all those years ago. He never ceased to amaze her. She swiped her tongue through his mouth, tasting herself on his tongue. Silk strands of his hair flowing between her finger, running down his neck until they pulled back. "You don't play fair," Cordelia panted. She dropped her hands and started to button up her dress.

"All is fair in love and... well love," Wesley snickered, getting up. He looked out over Paris he took a deep breath and smiled. He squirmed a little, adjusting himself before sitting down next to her. Glancing over at Cordelia he noticed she was immaculately dressed again. Of course knowing she wasn't wearing her bra and panties underneath, made his trousers just a little bit tighter.

"I suppose so," Cordelia nodded, smoothing a hand over the velvet of her dress. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and looked over at him. Her tongue darted out and traced her bottom lip at that slow pace that made him moan. "I suppose I'll play unfair too then," she grinned at him. Before he could move her expert hands were popping the button of his trousers and pulling down the zipper, the sound echoing into the white snow covered night.

Wesley blinked and the grip he had on the railing behind him tightened. Glancing down he watched as she pulled his cock free, pushing the trousers out of the way to pull out his balls as well. "Cordelia?" he started weakly, "You don't have to..." The rest of the sentence turned into a long groan when her warm lips closed around the head of his shaft and started to suck.

Cheeks hallowing, Cordy grinned around the familiar, velvet cock. She loved the sound she was able to get out of him with just a little effort. Never let it be said that Cordelia Chase let a favor unpayed, even it it was her boyfriend doing it. She slid her mouth down at an agonizingly slow pace, running the flat of her tongue over the back of Wesley's cock. Burying her nose in his pubic curls, she swallowed around the head, and pushed his hips down firmly when they started to buck shallowly.

"Oh god, Oh god," Wesley panted out. His fought to keep his hips from thrusting up into her hot mouth, wanting more. He dropped his head back when Cordelia moved to lick and suck on the skin of his balls taking first one and then the other in her mouth. Wrapping her hand around his cock, she started to pump his shaft hard swiping the thumb over the head, spreading the pre-come leaking out. Wesley spread his legs as much as he could to give her better access.

"Not quite, but close enough," Cordelia hummed against the delicate skin. She licked her way up his hot flesh again, cupping his balls in her hand. Rolling them around she tugged and squeezed them, while she wrapped her lips around the throbbing erection again. She could feel the sacs tightening in her hand, drawing up fast and knew he wasn't going to last long. Gripping the base of his cock, she pumped around it fast and sucked on the head hard, using lips to play with the foreskin, tongue darting out to lap at pre-come.

Wesley eyes were starting to roll into the back of his head when he felt that familiar tingling sensation. It started at the toes of his feet and raced up his body. He felt her moist, hot mouth envelope him and take him in all the way. She fondled his balls at the same time she swallowed around him hard. Tangling one hand in her hair, he gripped the railing with his other hand tight. "Cordy," he whispered, thrusting up his hips once, he cried out her name when he came, spilling his release into her mouth.

Eagerly, Cordelia drank down every bit of his come, licking at the small drops that had spelled. She kept suckling on his cock until she felt it go soft in her mouth and then let it slip from her lips. Bending down she licked him clean with small catlike licks, cock, balls, thighs and then carefully tucked him in again. Smirking she padded the front of his trousers before getting to sit on his lap, butting her legs on one side. She wrapped her arms around his neck and put her head on his shoulder. "I can't believe we did that."

Putting his arms around her waist, Wesley chuckled. "We've become very bold since we've died." Turning his head, he kissed her forehead, then the tip of her nose and then captured those swollen lips for a kiss. Slow, gentle and softly he ran his tongue through her mouth while one hand brushed over her back. He tasted himself mixed with her flavor, his moan muffled by their mouths.

Cordelia groaned as she tasted them both on his tongue, tangling one hand in his hair. When they finally pulled back she smiled at him. "We seem to have skipped dinner and went right for desert." Putting hear head back on his shoulder she let out a content sigh.

"There never was a dinner date was there?"

"I... might have forgotten to mention it."

"You naughty girl. You should be spanked."

"Is that a promise?"

Wesley just smiled in that irritating mysterious way of his. "Merry Christmas, Cordy."

"Jerk," she huffed. Leaning up she dropped a kiss on his temple. "Merry Christmas, Wes."

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