Wesley couldn't say the same, truth be told; his understanding of the female form was limited to the textbooks he'd studied as a child and one painful two-hour lecture from primary school that he'd done his best to repress. But he'd grown up with a Watcher's reverent respect for women, bordering on idolatry, and he'd imagined too many times what it might be like to be so close and so comfortable with one.

In his head, it had never been this tangible, or ever in full-color. His visuals were always abstract and vague, whereas this was sharply, starkly real.

He let out a contented sigh into her mouth, his hand slowly traveling up her side. Not so far up as to be uncomfortable for her -- he was a gentleman, after all. Just... up.