Ashley's POV ~
The warmth and comfort of Wesley seemed to calm me right down. With a puffy, red tear-stained face I unburied my face so I could gaze up at Wesley's compassionate brown eyes that made me melt inside. Why did he have this effect on me? Without saying a word his lips met mine in a passionate frenzy of wild emotions. Instinctively my arms wrapped around his neck as his arms lingered dangerously around my waist pulling me closer. For a split second he crouched down causing confusion to set in my mind, but he didn't break the kiss. Instead he deepened it as he lifted me up by my upper thighs so I could wrap my legs around his waist. He broke the kiss, but not the passion for he moved his lips down to my neck. Everything was happening so quickly I didn't know what I was doing. Using the wall for balance he pinned me against the wall as he kissed my neck. I could help, but let out a soft moan of pleasure.
"Wait.." I stopped him as I questioned why exactly I was letting this happen. The older me would of never been caught dead in the living room making out with a guy a little over two years older than me. Another part of me, the newer me, wanted this. I wanted to feel wanted in a way I've never felt before. Wesley was staring at me as if he was waiting for an explanation of why I wanted him to stop. Coming to a conclusion I continued with a heavy smirk, "My room's much more comfortable."
With that he smirked right back at me before he held me closer than before. "Of course" He let me down which confused me for a split second before he said, "Lead the way." I nodded gripping his hand which was twice the size of mine and dragged him to my room. The walls were a pastel blue you'd typically find in a baby boy's room. Let's just say my parents wanted a boy and never decided to change the coloring. My room was fairly neat with a few items out of place here and there. Finally, my bed was a large bed for a teenage since my parents bought me a queen sized bed last year. As soon as I reached my room I turned to face Wesley. Taken aback from his beautifully shaped features I stood there admiring him for a moment.
Without another thought I pulled Wesley's face down to mine where his soft lips caressed mine. Lifting me up again he laid me down on the bed. Breaking the kiss he sat up gazing down at me with nothing, but lust. I wanted this more than anything. I knew that now. He made me feel things I never thought I could feel. He made me feel passionate, vulnerable, and last, but certainly not least he made me feel wanted. Slowly, but effectively Wesley moved down to my neck as his lips danced across my skin. Arching my head back I let out another soft moan, but this one was a tad bit louder. I tugged Wesley's shirt off feeling frustrated with all the teasing Wes was doing. It was driving me insane.
"Stop playing your mind games, Wes" I grinned playfully before french kissing Wesley so he couldn't object. Our tongues collided together as they danced with each other. I could feel Wesley's hands moving up my shirt feeling me up. He really knew how to make my mind go wind with lust and temptation.
"Why? Are you about to lose it?" Wes muttered against my lips with a grin knowing very well what he was doing to me. This time he pulled my shirt completely off as if he, too, was getting impatient. Moaning against my lips Wesley's hands moved down to my pants. I could tell he was done with his little games and mind tricks.
"What the hell?!" A new voice echoed through my room crashing into my ears. As soon as I heard it I knew who it was. Willow. Immedietely, I pushed Wesley off of me and rushed over to Willow who was at my bedroom doorway.
"I can explain!" I muttered feeling completely and utterly embarassed. What if she tells my parents? They'd never let me leave the house. Willow's expression was a combination of disgust and awe. "Willow, please" I pleaded because she looked as though she was about to leave.
"I thought he was the dick who torn your heart apart? Now you're sleeping with him?!" She looked so confused and I don't blame her. It was true, Wesley hurt me in ways I never want to be hurt again and now I'm falling into his trap again.
"Yeah, he did hurt me and I wasn't sleeping with him. I ju---" She cut me off before I could finish my explanation.
"It sure as hell looked like you two were about to go all the way!" Obviously that was also true, but what was I suppose to say? We made up and decided it'd be best to celebrate with good old fashioned make-up sex. That wouldn't go over well, I could already tell.
"No, it's just a misunderstanding. Wesley was just leaving..." I stated glancing back at him with a serious glare as if it was his fault we got caught. Completely confused Wesley gazed at me not quite nowing what to do at the moment. "Weren't you, Wes?" With that he nodded and walked out of my house without a word. Now I was left with over-reacting Willow. Great..
