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08 October 2007 @ 06:01 pm
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Don't I get another kiss, nya, nya, nyeah, I know. Childish. But seriously! I just kissed him! Jackass. Knew that didn't make no impression at all. Bet he wants Wes kisses. Bet he just wants Wes, that's why he's not impressed with me. Bah. Men! Like I didn't see him look at Wes when he thinks I'm not watching him. Yeah, I seen it. Wes hasn't. Wes is being oblivious guy.

They got something those two. Something I can't give either of them and it doesn't have to do with both of them having a dick! Cause hey, I could strap one on an viola! It's not that, it's something. Something. I dunno. Something.

I try not to huff as I lay there with my head on Wes chest. And yeah, Angel's hand rubbing my back feels nice but I'm still with the disappointed about my kiss not making him with the speechless. I mean, what does it take?! Geeze. Okay, it takes very little to get Wes speechless, so that's not an example and--

Or totally not speechless. Huh. I still say my boys kissing is hot. See? I knew that's what-- "Hmpf?" Oh. Oh yeah!. Now that's what I call a kiss. Such a Wes kiss, but there's something urgent behind it. When we pull back, - damn air - I blink at him stupidly and for the first time I'm kinda speechless. Huh. That was all kinds of unexpected.

His next words are even more so. I wasn't sulking! I wasn't! What's with the look? Oh hell, okay, okay, so I was sulking. And Angel was brooding? Why? What's he got to brood about dammit! Okay, okay, no sulking.

Damn if there aren't things Angel and I need to talk about. Soon. Yeah. Not now, now I'm going to not sulk and get some rest.

"Yes, boss," I murmur, giving him a mock salute which seems to amuse him. Okay. Good. Amused Wes is always of the good. I give Angel a tentative look - and who thought I'd be capable of that? - before reaching out for his hand to lace our fingers together.
Current Mood: tiredtired
Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on October 9th, 2007 02:19 am (UTC)
"Yes," I mumble when Wes asks me if I'm going to pout. Because I sure as hell am. If she's gotten upset over a kiss somehow and won't give me another one, well, yeah, I'm going to pout. It was a good kiss! I even said she was dangerous with those kisses, what more does Cordy want? Unless it was something else-

Oh. Mmm. That's nice. His hand has me leaning forward for his lips before I even have a clue of what he wants. I could have sworn I heard a sigh. Not exactly a sound I expect to lead to kissing. Nice kissing too. I barely have time to kiss back though before he moves directly onto Cordelia, and we're both looking around glassy-eyed after that.

Unexpectedly, Cordy silently admits to the sulking and the sulky look disappears a little. Enough that I get a tentative look. Which shocks the hell out of me more than Wes walking around naked in public or something. I definitely hide the shock though and give her hand a little squeeze. "Love you," I murmur quietly, still thinking of that tentative, unsure look and wondering how in the hell I managed to make Cordelia Chase have doubts. I pull our entwined hands up to my mouth to give hers a kiss.

"Love you, too," I say just as quietly to Wes, again kissing his temple. "You two should rest," I add, pulling them both impossibly closer. "I'll be right here when you wake up," I add. They're going to be waking up to me for a long time to come if I have my way about it. I hope.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: brown sweater looking down smile S2/3watcher_pryce on October 9th, 2007 07:55 pm (UTC)
Huh. Of course I wasn't sure it would work. So to see that it does? Amazing. To say I'm finding myself somewhat stunned would be an understatement. My eyes keep darting from Cordelia to Angel, keeping very quiet. They seem to be having a bit of a private moment there and there is just no way I wish to disturb that. They need those. Private moment.

By now I've figured out, to my utmost disbelieve, that Cordelia and Angel both may be having some issues as well. Confidence issues. And there's something I'd never, ever thought. Their though, all stem back to one thing and one thing only. Us. This relation ship. Their place in it. And I shouldn't but it makes me feel somewhat relieved to know I'm not the only one.

The exception being that they hide their so, so much better then I. Of course they needn't be insecure. They very much belong together and I feel very lucky to have been let inside of this... circle. Close to them.

What's even more stunning is hearing Angel say those three little words. The ones that had him freak out nary a day ago. My eyes go wide as I look up at him but they soon turn into a look of pure adoration. Great, now I'm turning into what Cordelia would call a 'wuss'. Next my allergies will come into play, but I doubt they'd notice that. What with this cold. Thank god for the cold!

"Thank you," I whisper, knowing full well he must realize why I'm thanking him. And if not I'm seriously going to look for that brick. "I love you too, Angel," I smile at him before turning toward Cordelia. "You too, love."
Cordelia Chase: Peaceful smilequeen_cordette on October 9th, 2007 07:57 pm (UTC)
Damn Wes and his insightful insightfulness anyway. Stupid Watcher boy doesn't miss much. Or anything when it comes to Angel and me. He misses a whole heck of a lot when it comes to himself, but when it comes to us? He don't miss much. Sometimes that's of the good, even if we don't wanna. And sometimes it's of the bad.

Now it's of the good. Seems shy boy averted another world war three lurking around the corner. Angel and I run into those so much and we don't even notice till we do the whole shouting thing. Weirdness. I mean, how do we do that without noticing it?

I don't like feeling small. Heck if Wes can't make me feel small though. And Angel of course can make me feel like an inch tall. And you know what? Right now I don't mine feeling that small, cause wow. Just wow. Did he just say that? Complete with the hand kissing? From jackass to knight in shining armor in the blink of an eye.

"Wow," I breathe, being with the speechless. *Again*. That is not good. So not good! And then Wes throws in another one of his and I'm blinking. No one ever told me they loved me. And meant it. Yeah, okay, Daddy and Mom, but so not the same! Shit, I'm leaking, I've caught Wes' allergies!

"Dammit," I mutter, grabbing a tissue out of the box to wipe my eyes. "Your dumb allergies are way contagious. Stupid British guy," I mumble, knowing Wes will hear that for what it is. "Love you guys too," I add, totally ruining the moment with a yawn that follows right behind that.
Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on October 10th, 2007 10:39 pm (UTC)
I feel a happy purring rumble in my chest while we all lie together and the two of them get teary eyed. Okay, fine, vampires don't really purr, but they're certainly capable of making very pleased noises, and at a time like this, a very, very pleased noise is called for.

I've seen Wes cry plenty of times, but Cordelia, unless it was tears of helplessness or pain, is not exactly a crier. It takes a lot so I'm feeling pretty special that I've managed to move her so much emotionally that she's shedding a tear hear and there. Of course she can't actually say that she's moved, but the tears obviously give her away. "That's my girl," I murmur under my breath, watching new and more pleasant salt tracks slide over her cheeks. Much better than those I saw the other night when I carried her to bed.

I don't think there's a bone in my body that doesn't feel good and relaxed knowing how they feel and that they like how I feel about them. I sink back into the pillows, still holding them close. Mine, I think as I give tiny kisses to the skin I can reach. "Rest," I say gently, giving them room to relax and get comfortable around me however they want to.

And when they're feeling better, we're going to do something nice, even if I don't know what that is right this minute.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes smile green shirt S1/2watcher_pryce on October 11th, 2007 03:21 pm (UTC)
Goodness. Aren't we a soppy bunch? Well, except for Angel. But even he's making strange noises I've never heard before. I'd call him on it, but somehow I don't think he'd want us to really notice. Just like Cordelia would rather we not mention the fact that she's crying. And smiling. Wearing that same stupid smile I'm wearing. Angel's wearing.

Yes, we are most certainly turning into a soppy lot. Not a word I'd have ever associated with either Cordelia or Angel. Myself, yes. Them? Not really.

I pull Cordy closer, kissing the top of her head as she settles down on my chest again. By now this whole flu business seems to be forgotten. Of course it helps that we feel a little better now. And having Angel say things like that? Makes us feel even better I have no doubt. It does me.

Angel pulls me closer as well, as though either of us could get any closer then we already are. Of course he's a man of few words, as per usual. It almost sounds like an order if it weren't for those tiny kisses I keep feeling raining on my skin.

"Yes, Sir," I murmur, getting comfortable against him. My arms around Cordelia, cuddled to Angel and my eyes are already closing on their own accord. I don't think 'rest' is going to be a very hard order to follow.
Cordelia Chasequeen_cordette on October 11th, 2007 03:26 pm (UTC)
Stupid boys. Men! They had better totally not mention the whole leaking stint I'm doing here. Gah, there goes my reputation. But if I have to be honest, if we - or I - want this whole thing to work? I have to so not be afraid to be vulnerable once and a while. Course I'm not the only one. We all have that problem. Like the guys never do the whole 'it's just a flesh wound' shit. Angel and his brooding and Wes with his 'I'm fine'.

Yeah, we need to work on that. All of us. Guess this is the first step huh? Angel daring to say those words out loud. Wes telling us off to stop us from fighting. And then there's me. Crying. Ugh. Good things I'm not wearing any make-up! I haven't worn make-up in...days. I feel so naked.

And not of the good kind.

My eyebrow raises at Angel's one word. Grunt. Whatever. Noticed him making funny noises when he saw Wes almost bawling. Wuss. Okay, he's not. But Angel was making funny noises! They sounded like the good kind of funny noises. Like 'I wanna hear those again' noises. Yeah. Gotta admit that the whole resting thing sounds good too.

"We were planning that anyway," I murmur, making myself comfy cozy on Wes chest. He scoots closer to Angel and I'm pretty sure we look like a pile of human something. Not knowing where one of us starts and the other begins.

"Resting sounds of the good," I agree, hiding yawn against Wes' chest and all but dozing off right away.
Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on October 13th, 2007 01:21 am (UTC)
I smile at how they both snuggle closer even though there's really nowhere to snuggle to. It feels good anyway having us all try to get closer. I guess that was the idea when we started all of this, wasn't it? Well, hopefully we'll be getting to that in the future. I like how Cordy claims the resting idea, not about to give it up as her own even though she's the only one concerned about whose idea that was. Gotta show us that she's still in charge, I guess.

My eyes close as the weight of the two of them settles over me comfortably. Thank goodness we- or mostly Wes cut that little disagreement, brood, whatever it was short. I'm much happier getting cuddled and laid on by happy partners than by upset ones.

I can hear Wes' breathing start to even out after a while and no surprise there, the boy sounds like he's going to be really asleep in minutes. Cordy's still hanging in there, but I heard yawns so she can't be too far from sleeping. Me? Might just stay up to watch and listen as they sleep. Or you know, get lulled into sleeping by the two of them. I may not need the sleep, but I'm not made of stone. Put a sleepy soft human near me and I'm ready to yawn and let my eyelids droop. "Sounds very good," I whisper, eyes closed, hand running soothingly over one and then the other of them. "Sweet dreams," I murmur to their sleepy forms.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes smile S2watcher_pryce on October 13th, 2007 09:53 am (UTC)
If there's something I hate when having a cold, it's waking up. Trying to fall asleep ranks high up there as well. But waking up is really the worse thing when having a cold. You can't breathe, your throat is so dry you want water right now, your muscles ache, your head feels like it's stuffed with cotton wool, throbbing painfully. Lets not even start about ones neck and back pulling so painfully.

So it's a great relief when I swim to the surface of waking up again that most of these things aren't there. In fact, if not for a slightly stuffed nose and a small dull headache, I'd have said the cold was over and done with. But the worse is over, that much is certain. I'm sure I can get out of bed now, take a shower and get back to work.

If they let me, that is. Rather a big if, knowing Angel has turned into quite the mother hen. Something I'm still trying to come to terms with. And now I make it sound like a horrible thing. It's not. That he and Cordelia care about me enough to worry is not a horrible thing. It's-- I don't even have words for what it is, other then the fact that it makes me feel in a way I've never felt before.

As if I 'belong'. That is possibly the word I'm looking for.

However, work can wait a little longer. For now I'm very comfortable laying in bed. Having an Angel mattress and sharing my heat with him. While being a Cordelia mattress. I smile when I realize that I can even smell the soap Cordelia used the other day. It always is so strong. To overpower any demonic goo, she once told me.

Slowly my eyes flutter open as I look down at Cordelia. Then I crane my neck carefully, not wanting to wake up anyone, and glance at Angel. They're both still asleep. Which would make this the perfect time for me to watch them. Just... watch the people I love sleep. Looking so peacefully and utterly beautiful.
Cordelia Chase: pretty shorter hairqueen_cordette on October 13th, 2007 09:54 am (UTC)

Ugh. I hate waking up. At least there's no vision waking me up, or Angel dragging himself in bleeding all over the place, or Wes saying we gotta move out and do the slay thing. Just waking up for the sake of waking up is nice. Even if I feel as if I could sleep on for like another hour. Or whatever. I'm having a nice, soft, warm mattress to lay on. Strong arms - four or em - around me, what more could I want?

Yeah, okay, lots of stuff. Never mind.

There's something else I feel too. Watched. Someone's watching me. Us, I guess. It's not Angel, cause by now I know what that feels like. Woke up plenty of times on that cot to him watching Wes and me sleeping. Which is all kinds of creepy, but I guess that's a vampire thing. Or that's what I *thought* till now. Cause if it's not Angel watching me, it's gotta be Wes.

I pry my eyes open and stare up to two blue eyes looking at me. They soften right away when the see me awake and there's - wonder of wonders - a small smile growing on that stubbled face. Ass. I mean, how can I give him rant about creepy sleep watching when he does things like that? Just look at him? All handsome and little boy at the same time. Ass, just... ass.

Yawing, I look over at Angel who's either still asleep or the worlds best pretender. Not like I can tell what with the whole being dead thing. He looks like he's sleeping though, not with the dead. If I hadn't know he was dead I'd have never guesses. Yeah okay, aside from the not breathing thing.

"Morning," I grumble, shifting a little on top of Wes who shifts to accommodate me right away. People pleaser. Just as I'm about to point that out, the phone rings. Wes and I both blink at each other with the confusion of people who've not been into the real world for while before my brain kicks in. "Let the machine take it."
Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on October 13th, 2007 09:21 pm (UTC)
Sadly, this time it's not the change in heartbeat, or the movement on top of me that has me waking up, it's the mechanical sound of the telephone ringing. "What the..." I grumble and grunt, shifting, only to remember that I have two sleeping - or not so sleeping - people on top of me right now.

"Whyzit doing that?" I mumble, still sleep hazy, and not at all wanting a case to fall into my lap right now. But that's always how it happens, isn't it? No rest for the weary. Or the demon slayers. Hunters. Detectives, whatever. Nope, always moving from one job to the next, helping the next helpless person. Not that I mind, usually, but I guess I was hoping for once that we'd get some time to settle into this new routine of ours. With the three of us. Together. Like this.

"Mgh," I try to mumble more coherently, stroking my hand over some body part that I was intending to be Wesley's chest. "Morning," comes out a little more coherently as I try to blink my eyes open, that stupid ringing still going on. "Is it going to stop?" I ask, still blinking and trying to pull myself out of sleep. I yawn and then smile at the sight of the two rumpled but mostly awake humans on top of me. Very nice.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes Phone S2watcher_pryce on October 14th, 2007 05:50 pm (UTC)
"We can't let the machine take it," I scold Cordelia, giving her a stern look which has little to no effect on her what so ever. "It could be a client in need of help. That's what we do, remember? Help the hopeless?" Or well, something like that. I could never quite get that slogan right. But as long as I have the basics correct, she can't fault me.

I also need to get out of bed to pick up the phone. Why isn't Dennis bringing it over? Due to Cordelia pointing out that the machine can take it? I'm feeling better already, we can take on cases again! We never stopped that either way, which Angel so very much showed us the other day. But I'm able to help out better now. I'm sure of it.

It's a bit hard to get out of bed when in the strong grip of one vampire lover and pinned down by one seer lover. "Cordelia, please," I murmur, sighing when she gives me an annoyed look but does slide off me. Complete with eyerol. I make use of Angel just waking up to slip out of his arms as well, slide out of bed and then stumble over as fast as I can toward the phone.

Just in time to hear the machine pick it up. "Blast," I mutter annoyed, picking up the phone anyway and pressing buttons at random. "Hello? One moment please. Cordelia! What button-- " Dennis seems to take pity on me and a ghostly finger presses a button making the machine stop.

"Hello?" A male voice on the other end of the line, sounding confused.
Cordelia Chase: I'm always rightqueen_cordette on October 14th, 2007 05:51 pm (UTC)
"Because that's his job?" I point out, raising my eyebrow at Angel's sleepy question. Why's he think the phone is ringing! Cause we have a detective agency and oh my gosh, sometimes people actually need us. Not that I'm so in the mood for anyone needing us. I'm sick! Ish. I want to cuddle some more with my boyfriends.

The moment I look up at Wes I see that twinkle of determination in his eyes. Yeah, that's when I know the cuddling is over. At least with Watcher boy. Wont be long before Vamp boy is joining him. Heroic pair, the two of them. Oh yes, must help the helpless and shit. Which is exactly Wes fighting point, earning him an eyerol when he finally manages to get out from under me and away from Angel's grasp.

"Why did we get that stupid machine if you wont-- Ugh!" Throwing up my hands I watch Wes stagger out of the room and toward the phone. Heh, just as the machine picks up. Now he'll have to come-- Ow. Geeze, shout much? Looks like there's nothing wrong with *his* voice. And Dennis is so a traitor.

With a sigh I listen to Wes low voice in the other room while snuggling over and up to Angel. He gets a deploring look which should tell him that he should get that piece of Watcher ass back to bed.

"He's still sick," I point out, hoping to work on the mother hen side of Angel. "You know that, right? Remember the falling asleep on weapons and stuff?"
Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on October 14th, 2007 07:53 pm (UTC)
"Mnh," I grumble when I feel one less warm body under my hands. "Needs a new job," I mumble, latching onto Cordelia and thinking I should just go back to sleep. Waking up has never really been my strong point.

I squint one eye open and see Wes stumble over to the phone, pajamas unfortunately keeping me from getting a nicer view. "Hmm, he needs to start sleeping naked again," I mumble not really thinking as I listen vaguely to Wes' conversation. Cordelia is saying something... Something it sounds like I should be listening to. I tug her closer and slide a hand over her waist, hoping for some exposed skin. Hmm, that would be nice to wake up to. But then we wouldn't get much done during the day and it would seem that we're about to get something to do.

"Hmm?" I raise an eyebrow and blink at Cordelia who seems to have finished talking. "He's fine. Better when he has something to focus on." I murmur sleepily, yawning at the end. "We'll make him cuddle later." I add peering over at her. "Can't keep the hopeless hanging, after all," I add finally getting both eyes to open and focus on her. "You and I can stay in bed," I say, giving her a leer, but not really meaning it. I'd want Wes to come back to bed if Cordy and I were going to fool around or cuddle some more.

"But it probably wouldn't hurt for us to get out of bed," I say, shifting to sit up more. A shower might be good. Been awhile since I had one of those it seems like. "And you know he's gonna need help if he goes out investigating," I add more quietly out of his hearing, giving her a raised eyebrow since she'll be the one going with him at this time of day most likely.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes Phone S2watcher_pryce on October 15th, 2007 02:38 pm (UTC)
"Hey? Anyone there?" The voice comes again before I can even utter so much as a word.

Which has probably to do with the fact that I feel like an utter fool. Standing here on bare feet with my pajama's on after I've just crawled out of bed. We should be entirely lucky the good fellow hasn't shown up at our doorstep. Not that people know where the 'office' is located these days.

"This Angelic Investigators?" he asks.

Blinking at the choice of words, I shake myself out of my still half asleep state and clear my throat. "Uhm, this is Angel Investigations," I tell him, "We-err-- help the hopeless?" Yes, that sounded like a question. Cordelia will have my skin if she hears me.

"Whatever," the chap come back, sounding strangely calm for someone in dire need of help. God, I hope this isn't another one of the divorce cases. Angel hates those. "You guys deal with-- you know, weird stuff?"

Weird stuff? "We deal with the ah... unexplained," I try diplomatically.

"Great. Look, I don't wanna do this on the phone, kay? Can we meet somewhere?"

"Meet somewhere?" I echo stupidly, taking the phone back to the bedroom and looking at both Angel and Cordelia questionably. "Possibly client would like to meet somewhere?" I tell them, putting my hand over the receiver.
Cordelia Chase: Puter galqueen_cordette on October 15th, 2007 02:40 pm (UTC)
If there's something I totally hate it's being ignored. A lesson Wes learned well, despite evidence that he hasn't. Angel? So not familiar with that lesson yet. I hate the way he just doesn't listen to a word I say. Ugh! Stupid manpire! Seriously! What's his friggen problem? Don't care if he's with the sleepy.

There's a glare being aimed at his sleepy head while he pulls me closer. I don't think so buster. You ignore me but you want cuddles? Dream on! The dumb 'hmmm?' really takes the cake and had me narrowing my eyes. Why can't he pay attention, march into the living room and do that caveman thing he loves so much?

Y'know, grab Wes, haul him over his shoulder and drag watcher boy back to bed? No, he has to be do noble heroic thing, while leering at me. For someone who's just been with the ignoring of me that's playing with fire.

"Were you ignoring me?" I ask sweetly, just as Wes pads back into the room giving us both a questionable look. Damn. That means we have to get out anyway, cause Angel does have a point. Once Wes gets something into his head, there's no way he's gonna not do it. Even if he has to do it alone. Like hell that'll happen.

"You're not going alone," I hiss, moving away from Angel since he was the one who said we had to get out of bed anyway. Why can't they be ignoble for once and keep up the cuddling? Stupid helpless and their helpneediness. Ugh.

And geeze, it so does hurt to get out of bed. I *liked* the whole cuddling with my boys thing! Martyrs, the both of them. "Angel tell him he's not going alone," I order Angel. Heck, if I had my way they'd been meeting after sundown so Angel can do the lurking about thing.
Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on October 22nd, 2007 02:27 am (UTC)
Folding my hands up behind my head, it looks like my work here is done. I've ruined things for cuddles, or more, but I've got Cordelia riled up enough to get her out of bed, so that's one thing accomplished.

"Yeah, take Cordy with you, Wes. Neither of you has left the apartment in days. Looks like a nice day out," I say noting the glow around the edges of the curtains. Good excuse to get them both out in the sun.

"Do we know what he wants?" I ask Wes since Wes still...seems to be on the phone, his hand covering the mouthpiece. It would be good to have some info to go on before sending them out to met random somebody. I'll have their cellphones, I guess. And they know the drill about meeting in public places with lots of people around. I'll get a glare, and eyeroll, and a hurt look if I remind either of them though.

And me? I'm going to shower...and possibly go back to bed until they need me. Yeah, that sounds like a good plan. So does naked sleeping. I swear, I'm going to make it a requirement one of these days, because then I could be staring at Wesley naked and not have to keep undressing him with my eyes. Probably shouldn't do that. Shouldn't distract him while he's on the phone with a client. But it's not stopping me. I can't help how pretty he is.
Cordelia Chase: Phonequeen_cordette on October 22nd, 2007 03:00 pm (UTC)
Huh? What? What?! Take Cordy with you? I don't friggen well think so! Not that I wouldn't normally go with him. Hell no. But since the whole vocah thing and the whole building exploding thing and fuck, ever since the whole *Faith* thing? I'm kinda weary without Angel around. So sue me, I think it's totally justified.

Justified? Oh geeze, I'm spending way to much time with Wes. Totally.

"Friggen... men," I mutter under my breath as I scoot out of the bed. Our bed. Heh. *Our* bed. Okay, I got something else on my mind now. Which is getting us a client, a *paying* client and having a meeting with him somewhere in public when Angel can be there too. Just watch me.

"Gimme that," I snip, ignoring Wes startled expression when I take the phone out of his hand. Hey! I didn't rip it out of his hand, so that's something! I mean, I can be nice, I can totally be nice. But Wes and clients and getting a job and having then pay? So not happening. Wes if for comforting and sounding like we know what we're doing and stuff.

"Move over, sniffling boy, lemme handle this," I murmur, muffling the sound of my voice with a hand over the receiver of the phone. Plastering on a fake, bright smile I walk toward the living room - still in Wes' PJ's - an start the negotiations.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes sulk s2watcher_pryce on October 22nd, 2007 03:01 pm (UTC)
"It does?" I ask, getting completely away from the subject at hand. Or in hand, which is where the phone is currently. I glance at the curtains while I wait for their reply of were we're to meet this fellow. Or Cordelia and I are to meet this fellow it would appear. Angel seems content to keep on laying in bed? Even without the cuddling?

"Well," I start when Angel asks what he wants, wearily keeping an eye on Cordelia who's getting out of bed. Getting out of bed and having that look in her eyes again. "He said he had a--" And just like that the phone is gone from my hand. "--Job. Cordelia!"

What the bloody hell? I can't handle phone calls now? I could have made arrangement for us to meet somewhere public. I could have figured things out. And the whole money issue, which I'm sure Cordelia is worried about, isn't' that usually handled *after* we've done the job?

With a sigh I sink back on the bed, shoulders slumping somewhat dejectedly. That's Cordelia for you I guess. "I could have handled that," I murmur, wincing when I realize I must sound like a five year old to Angel. "Well, I could have," I can't help but add, pushing up glasses that aren't even there.
Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on October 23rd, 2007 03:09 am (UTC)
I watch as the show unfolds. Cordy, of course, takes the phone. There was no doubt of that the moment she got convinced to get out of bed. This is always how it goes. She could be out shopping and if we got a phone call, somehow, she'd know and she'd be calling to make sure we set things up right. Cordy's the business woman. Wes may easily be able to take care of things, but Cordy's got standards.

And is always in need of new shoes.

So I lay back and let the scene play out, knowing my cue will be coming up very soon. Like riiiiiight... Now, I think as the bed goes down under Wes' weight. Yeah, definitely my cue with the slumped shoulders like that. Sitting up, I slide over behind him, legs going on either side of his where he's sitting down. My arms go around his waist, and I give a soft little kiss to the back of his neck where it's showing above the collar of his pajamas.

"You would have been great," I murmur so Cordelia doesn't hear me. "But you would have done the decent thing and not wheedled that extra hundred dollars out of them like Cordelia's going to," I say nuzzling against his neck lightly. "The girl's got to have her Prada and her Louis Vuitton, you know," I whisper teasingly, kissing right behind his ear and rubbing my fingers gently over his stomach. Got to watch out for that stomach. Too much stress goes straight there. There and his back. Many an hour have Cordy and I worked knots out of this back.

"You would have been very professional. Would have done an excellent job. At least she lets you answer the phone," I say with a little chuckle next to his ear. Yeah, she really doesn't let me anymore after she figured out that the long pauses weren't me listening, they were just really long pauses of me waiting for them to say something that scared the customers off.

I listen faintly to her babble on in the hallway and give the side of Wesley's neck another kiss or two. "Gonna shower with me?" I ask him teasingly, since that would probably be a very bad idea all around. I'm thinking a) I wouldn't keep my hands off Wes, and b) Cordy would be mad at me for starting without her, and c) she'd be a little jealous. I saw the look on her face earlier. She has her own doubts, and I don't want to do anything to encourage them, any more than I want to encourage Wes' doubts.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: brown sweater looking down smile S2/3watcher_pryce on October 23rd, 2007 07:07 am (UTC)
The fact that I'm to old to be sulking is the reason I'm not. Sulking that is. I'm not! But really, I could've handled that call. I could've made an appointment just as easy as Cordelia's now doing. I don't see why she had to take the phone away from me. Twit. She was the one who said the machine could pick it up! So I'm not sulking. I'm not.

Oh. What's Angel... Oh. Oh!

I blink stupidly when two legs appear on either side of me and then shiver when I feel strong arms slide around my waist. I wasn't sulking, of course, but this is nice. Angel trying to be comforting and reassuring. Trying being the wrong word, he's succeeding rather well.

"I don't see why we need those extra hundred dollars," I say, still definitely not sulking. Because really, aren't we supposed to help the hopeless? Or the helpless, whichever. Which is Cordelia's slogan, she's come up with it! Alright, we probably *could* use that extra money very well. Something which both Angel and myself seem to forget more often then not.

Right now though, those are thoughts which seem to vanish the more Angel is being 'comforting'. Adding kisses here and there. Feeling either of their lips anywhere, it seems, and I'm lost. "Hmngh," I murmur in-audibly, having no idea what I'm saying by that point. Instead I close my eyes and just enjoy the moment, hands landing on his legs while I lay my head back on his shoulder. Broad, bare shoulder. Borrow warmth. Nice.

"Cordy would kill us if we had a shower without her," I sigh, a strangely content smile threatening to break right. "Would serve her right if we went ahead anyway," I add, still not sulking. Not me. "Hmmm," I agree with myself, turning my head to kiss the base of Angel's throat, "it most certainly would."
Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on October 23rd, 2007 11:49 pm (UTC)
I let him pout, adding little hums of agreement as he complains. It's cute watching him sulk. That lower lip sticks out so well, and I'm positive I'm going to have to kiss it. It's either that or call him cute and I've seen how well that doesn't go. Besides, kissing him is much nicer. I smile when he leans back against my shoulder and I know the fight has almost gone out of him. For the moment. He'll awhile longer, but I think he may have given up on whining so cutely about it.

"Mm," I hum at the pleasant feel of Wes' lips at my throat. Hmm, who needs a shower when they've got lips like these on them. I think I can safely blame them when all thoughts of why it would be a bad idea to leave Cordy out of the shower would be a bad idea leave my head.

"Revenge, hmm? I'm pretty good at that, you know. I suppose I could provide back-up," I murmur, tilting my head back just the slightest bit to encourage Wes. My fingers seem to be slowly bunching up his shirt so that I can get my fingers on that warm skin of his stomach.

I stroke along that soft skin contentedly, teasing up and down, but not going much of anywhere. My fingers skate along his waistband and away. Down, back up, teasing the boundary and running away from it. It's much more fun when Wes sulks now that I can do things like this. He's so much easier to distract with the physical. He'd be on about this for hours when I couldn't do this. Sure, not hours straight, but it would come up again and again. Gotta say, this alternative is way better, I think as my fingertips dip just barely under his waistband.

"So...shower?" I whisper next to his ear, nipping at it mischievously.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes/Angel happy S1/2watcher_pryce on October 24th, 2007 03:34 am (UTC)
This is nice. It's strange, and I'm still trying to get used to is. But it's *nice*. No, it's more then nice. It feels safe and-and makes me feel wanted. Needed even maybe. I like being needed, I like not being useless. Not as if Cordelia needs us now, I think, as I hear her blathering away on the phone in the other room. What's taking her so bloody long? With that face commercial laughter and I can just see that toothpaste, bright false smile at every 'uh huh'.

She deserves a bit of revenge. Oh yes she does. Because I may not be able to do the hypocrite toothpaste smile or the movie laughter, I could've handled that call. I *was* handling that bloody call and-- and-- What was I thinking about again? The way Angel's hand are gliding over my skin? I think that was it. How nice it feels when he does that. How I'm not at all used to it, but how nice it is.

"Hmmm, revenge," I agree, finding my lips still pressed against his throat. Where Cordelia's skin tastes salty, his doesn't. You'd think there's nothing to taste, you'd be wrong. He tastes like Angel, danger and gentleness, wrapped up in one. And there are only a few who get to taste that unique flavor that is Angel.

I shiver when I feel those fingers touching my skin, moving impossible slow and much to fast at the same time. Shifting on the bed I hear Cordelia's voice fade away, realizing we could be in and out of the shower and she'd still be on the phone doing and asking god only knows what. Why do women take such a long, long time on the phone?

"Hmmm?" Question, there was a question. I'm to busy sucking lightly on his throat though. Touching those strong, strong legs half wrapped around me. Feeling his touches and the likes *he* does to actually pay attention to what he was saying. Oh. Wait. Shower? I think he said something about a shower.

"Sounds nice. I must stink, I've no doubt," I say, pausing for a beat. "Maybe that's why I wasn't found capable of handling the phone," I add, still feeling somewhat sulky. Something I've never been able to give into until I met Angel and Cordelia. Funny that they make me feel safe enough to... sulk.
Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on October 25th, 2007 03:08 am (UTC)
Oh-kay, uhh, wasn't I supposed to be the one distracting *him*? I distinctly remember that being my plan. Or I think that's what I remember since my mind is a little fuzzy right now. I sigh softly and bite my lip as Wes sucks at my throat. He's trying to incapacitate me, isn't he? He and Cordy have some secret plot to get me to do something and this is how the convincing starts.

Heavy vampire distraction techniques.

He's really quite good at it, I think, shifting my hands higher to graze over his nipples as he sucks delicately at my throat. I'm trying to distract him too, but I don't think it's working quite as well as the mouth on my throat. No moaning. No moaning.

"Hmm?" It takes me a minute to gather my thoughts and remember what Wes was saying. "Nope, you smell like Wes," I say, with a little grin. "And the Wes I know can handle the phone. You know how our girl is. Has to make sure the money's rolling in so we can buy you more books," I murmur, hand sliding back down toward Wes' hips.

"But since you're not getting up, I'm going to take that as I sign that I should carry you," I add, scooping one hand under his knees, the other around his back like I've got my own damsel in distress and he's up in the air before he can even protest. It makes me grin as I head to the bathroom. I like carrying him, he's so cute when you get him up in the air. He does this little clinging thing I'm not even sure he's aware of and that's the only way I know that 'the lady doth protest too much.' Not that Wes would ever admit that he likes it, but there's a little spike in his smell when I do it too, and I really don't think that means he's afraid.

I look at him innocently when his legs have slithered to the floor in the bathroom and I've still got my arms around him. "No handling the phone calls while we're in the shower. I have other things for you to handle," I say with a smirk, knowing the cheesy line will get me at least an eye roll. And he doesn't need to notice that I left the door a little bit open so that Cordy could hear us. Next best thing to being in the shower too? Hearing it in surround sound.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes surprise S2watcher_pryce on October 25th, 2007 03:50 am (UTC)
"More *shoes*, you mean," I grumble, still somewhat offended by the implication that I can't handle the bloody phone. Yes I'm aware Cordelia is that way. Yes, I'm aware that she always does this. Yes, I know she's-- doing something I'm not quite remembering now because Angel is being bloody well distracted. Doesn't mean I'm not...errr... something that's not sulking. Because I'm not sulking that much is certain. I *am* to old to sulk.

I am, quite possibly, insulted. Which wouldn't be a first with Cordelia and I'm also up in the air? Flying? "Angel!" I protest, loudly, completely ignoring that little squeak of surprise. Arms automatically wrap around his neck while eyes go wide when it dawns on me that he's carrying me. What is it with Angel and his need to carry me?! Does he doe the same with Cordelia? Can't really remember now and it's not as though I have much time.

There is no way I'm ever going to tell him or anyone that there's this small, tiny part of me who likes it that he can let go enough to carry me. That he feels comfortable enough around us for him to carry us. Or me, since I'm still not sure about him carrying Cordelia. Though, that would be cute. Which I'm not, nor am I slightly turned on by the whole caveman act. Not me. No way. Nope.

Oh, were here already. Well, of course we are, the damn bathroom is right next to the bedroom. Unfortunately. My feet are back on the, somewhat cold floor. Also unfortunately. I look up at him, face already forming a stern expression and those innocent eyes of his are so not getting bought by me. Which he must realize since by now he's smirking. Smirking. Bastard.

And my arms are still around his neck. Maybe I should-- let go as well? Not that he's let go of me, mind you. He has other things for me to-- What? Oh for goodness sake. "That's a bad one," I murmur under my breath, once again finding myself caught in his eyes. Gorgeous, brown, lovely, lovely eyes. Just as Cordelia's are. I manage a raised eyebrow though, as I shift a little bit closer to him.

"Such as?" I ask, giving him a faux questioning look. "I'm not handling that strange puffy looking thing Cordelia refers to as 'a sponge'." And all the while I can still hear Cordelia, out there, on the phone. Quite clearly. Huh, she must be talking very *loud*.
Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on October 26th, 2007 01:28 am (UTC)
Wow, that was loud. Pretty sure Cordy heard that. I grin the whole way to the bathroom, enjoying his little squeaks and the tight grip around my neck. I think this may be what real glee feels like. Nothing like that cruel heartless glee. My face slides into a smirk though as I set him down, loving that I got his heart racing and that there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. Not that he would. He likes the displays of testosterone, I think. Just not when I question his manliness. Now that is not to be done. ...And I can't say I blame him. I hate it when Cordy calls me a girl when I wince or something.

I notice that he's not exactly giving me the cold shoulder and I smirk even more. My arms wind around his waist tighter, pulling him the rest of the way closer once he scoots in that little bit. "Very bad," I agree, eyes twinkling while he stares back at me.

"Hmm, thought you might be able to handle this," I say, untangling one of his arms from around my neck to have him touch my chest. "Though you were doing some pretty good handling already," I say, quirking an eyebrow at him and reaching behind him to turn the taps on.

"You don't want to handle the puffy sponge and wash me all over? Damn, I was hoping for a full service shower," I say with another evil grin. I think I may have succeeded in distracting him from the sulking. I think. Wonder if Cordy'll peek in, I think as I feel a little bit of steam start to curl around in the room
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: yellow shirt slight smile S1/2watcher_pryce on October 26th, 2007 04:35 pm (UTC)
"Positively horrid line," I murmur in agreement, a besotted smile slipping out when I see the twinkle in his eyes. They must be sparking very brightly if I can even see them without my glasses. Goodness, but he's -- a lot of things rolled into one. Sexy, cute, handsome, gentle and very much a cave-man at the moment. Still not sure what to think of that, but my body certainly liked it. Even if my brain is still caught up in the sulking.

I glance at him, still looking far to dazzled by this man. It's probably the same way I look at Cordelia given the chance. I'm so very doomed around these two. Who knew they would figure out how to play me so easily? How did they learn which buttons to press so quickly while I'm still studying the whole 'manual to a threesome' handbook is beyond me? I guess when it comes to these things they're the quick study while I hobble after them in the hopes I'll catch up eventually.

Which I finally seem to be doing when he puts my hand on his bare chest. The first thing I notice isn't his lack of a heartbeat, or how strong and muscular it is. No, it's how nicely warm it feels from our borrowed heat. *Then* I notice those strong, steel like muscles rippling under my touch. And I'm so drawn into that feeling and look, I almost miss his next words.

"I'm not handling a puffy sponge that'll make me look like a sissy," I mumble, almost on automatic, still gazing at his chest in awe. Until I realize he might appreciate if some touching were to be done. I slide the flat of my hand over his chest, tentatively flick a thumb over his nipple and then glance up at his face to see his reaching. At the same time I put my other hand on his chest as well and have both my hands do some exploring.

"Find me a real sponge and I'll give you a full shower service," I whisper, wide eyes following the path my hands make. "Or I could use my hands," I add, feeling a blush coming up right away after those words.
Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on October 27th, 2007 01:02 am (UTC)
He's adorable. Absolutely adorable. What an adoring smile. Part of me still says I don't deserve it, but a bigger part is very happy to bask in it. And not only adorable, but so incredibly pliant and pliable. Oh, the things we could teach this boy. He just lets me move his hand, and it makes me think of other places I could move it to. It also makes me wonder just how pliant he could get, how much we could get away with telling or showing him exactly what to do.

Such intiative too. There's a hiss of breath as he runs his pretty fingers over my chest, of course, flicking over my nipples. "I don't think Cordy has a sponge manly enough for you," I say with a little twitch to my lips. My own hand slips down his hip and inbetween us, grazing his cock through his pajamas. "Very, very definitely manly." I say, sucking in a pleased breath. I don't think there's a sponge or puff or bubble bath in the world that could make him seem less manly.

"I'd take a full service shower with just your hands though. I've seen the way you handle a book and a crossbow. I have high hopes for your handling abilities," I continue to tease him, the heat of the water really steaming now.

"Might have to get me undressed first though, tiger," I murmur with a grin. Shame he's been wasted all these years. Not just on people that I'm sure haven't appreciated him, but definitely wasted on people who never cultivated the talents laying dorment in this beautiful man. All it would have taken was one person to coax some of them out of him and it's likely I would have never met him.

Lucky for me there are a lot of blind people in the world. Lucky for me *and* Cordelia, I think as my hands slide into the back of his pajama pants.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes surprise S2watcher_pryce on October 27th, 2007 11:07 am (UTC)
"Oh!" I'm pretty sure my intent was to jump back in a reflex sort of way. But apparently my body has a mind of it's own and said minds seems to have caught on. Because instead of doing that I'm finding myself, embarrassingly, thrusting my hips forward and into his hand when he so lightly brushes my shaft. By then my brain not only seems to have caught up with me, but seems to have run away from me.

There's a brief flicker of guilt though, that we're doing this without Cordelia. But since she took away the phone from me and took it upon herself to be bossy, she only has herself to blame. If she'd just let me handle this she could have been in here with us. So there. Oh god, it seems my brain is turning into a child as well.

Not that this sinks through to me at the moment. I'm to busy clinging onto Angel and looking up at him in a dazed sort of amazement. Amazement that he can get me to forget about propriety and modesty - mostly - with just a touch and a blink of an eye. He's something about manly and the doubt in me wonders if he's making fun of me. He's smirking that way though so I don't think he is?

"Hands, yes," I mumble after him like some crazed echo. "Undressing sounds like-- What? Tiger?" Tiger? That makes me do that stupid blinking thing at him again. Then a slow, shy smile spreads over my face when I recall him calling me that some years ago. Didn't think it was funny then. Seems very endearing now though. And Funny. Makes me wonder what he's calling Cordelia.

What was I doing again? Or doing to do? Errr... Oh! Yes! Undressing. Not, mind you, that a pair of boxer and a pair of very sexy looking sweats bottoms are all that much to 'undress'. Unlike myself who's wearing full underwear *and* pajama's. But I've been very cold! I excuse myself, even though I know that's not the reason.

"Uhm. Right," I nod, a serious, thoughtful frown forming on my brow as I think of how to go about this the best way. Because pulling someone's pants down takes so much planning doesn't it? Swallowing hard, I hook my thumbs in the waistband of both his bottoms and his boxers and then slowly start to pull them down, my eyes widening when his cock appear. As though I'm seeing it for the first bloody time!
Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on October 27th, 2007 03:53 pm (UTC)
Now if I were someone who didn't understand Wes-speak, I would be very confused right now. Not a complete sentence in the bunch, and a whole lot of question marks scattered in there.

Doesn't really matter what he's saying even though I do understand. His body is speaking volumes, arching into my hand at that barest brush of a touch. So eager. Makes me hungry for him more than just about anything he could do. He can't hide it, and I think that might be what's so hot about it. He wants me, us, the touching, all of it, and he can't help it, just wants it. And that is very, very attractive.

I smile back at his slow, shy smile, and suddenly I could care less about how hot he is, and all my instincts are saying 'protect him!' because there's that little bit of innocence peeking through and I don't want anything to ruin that gentle, sweet smile. And the little chirping half sentences of confusion. Yes. Adorable and hot all in one. "Tiger," I murmur in agreement, nodding at him. "My tiger."

My tiger who is looking at my pants like they're a puzzle to be solved, or possibly a very serious bomb that needs diffusing and if not done quite right there will be even more serious repercussions. God, he's seriously adorable. My hands give his rear a squeeze of encouragement and that seems to get him going, hands hooking into my waistbands and dragging them down far, far too slowly. I feel the material drag over my ass and over my cock - my cock that is now starting to wonder if it's going to get something more interesting out of this shower than just some soap suds.

"Hmm, good, Wes," I encourage under my breath, trying to get him to keep going. "You're next," I add, hands massaging his firm ass. The man really doesn't have a clue what kind of assets he's got, or how tempting it is just to rip his clothes off and take him against the nearest wall. But I can be good. We can just shower. I do remember how to do that.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes/Angel happy S1/2watcher_pryce on October 27th, 2007 06:45 pm (UTC)
There's a part of me still going Cordelia should be here. Cordy is going to be hurt, or mad or... something when we do this without her. But the fact is that I'm not so sure she will be. I know I would like to spend time alone with just Angel or just Cordelia. Which makes me pretty certain there are time they want this as well. Spend time with each other without me. And we go around feeling mad or worried or jealous about that, then we have a problem.

These thoughts are chased to the back of my mind though when I slowly reveal all of his skin. And he's standing there completely nude and glorious looking. God, he's so handsome, so strong, so-so- so nothing like me. Or I'm nothing like him I suppose. Scrawny, scarred body that's not handsome at all. Once again I find myself wondering what either of them see in me for a brief moment.

"If I'm a tiger," I murmur having to literally drag my eyes away from his body to look him in the eyes. And really, what a strange name that is to give to someone like me if one has to be honest. But whatever makes him happy. "What does that make Cordelia?" Now that is something I would love to hear.

Just--not right I realize when my eyes are drawn to his naked body once more. I'm so mesmerized by the sight - a state I find myself in quite a lot lately - that I almost mist his next words. I'm next. I'm next? With what? Good grief, those strong hands on my arse don't do anything to get my brain to work! All I seem to be doing is panting like an idiot and groan like some fool. "For-- Next for what?" I finally manage to breathe out. I'm pretty sure it's something *very* obvious, I just can't think of anything right now.
Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on October 28th, 2007 01:27 am (UTC)
My eyes perk up at a noise outside the door, and more accurately a lack of Cordy's voice out there. Not going to let Wes know I know, because he seems to be focused on his task, but Cordy is definitely standing near the door. It makes me grin.

I find myself still being stared at until his brain catches up with him and he has to go thinking about what I'm saying. "Cordy's my kitten. My sex kitten," I say slightly louder so that our little listener gets something to giggle about.

Thankfully, Wes is a little distracted to notice, I notice with a smirk as I see a dazed, confused look from those gorgeous eyes looking up at me. "Next to get naked. Can't clean you up with all these clothes on," I purr, and pull him extra close to me to whisper next to his ear. "I think we have an eavesdropper," I murmur, putting a finger over his lips in case he forgets himself and says something. "Shall we make it sound good for her?" I say with a mischievious look on my face.

Doesn't really matter if Wes goes with the plan, all the noises he's been making are sure to be intriguing her already. And I'm not about to mention the fact that Cordelia could easily peek in. That would definitely ruin things.

"Let's get this shirt off you," I grin at him, tugging up the hem of it, urging his arms above his heads. Once it's tossed aside, my hands splay over his chest, spreading up over his shoulders, and back down to that nice trail of hair going down into his boxers...and pajama pants. At least he wasn't bundled up in a parka with three million sweaters. I've got some skin at my disposal thank goodness. "Handsome," I murmur, catching his eye, and catching myself before I end up calling him pretty. Probably wouldn't go over well.
Cordelia Chase: Big Smilequeen_cordette on October 28th, 2007 10:42 am (UTC)
"My associates and I will be there this evening, Sir," I assure the guy. The customer. *Paying* client. With a haunted resort. That's so totally up our alley. Oh yeah, haunted things we can do. Haunted things in Hawaii? I'm so there! Oh my god, I'm almost squealing! Hawaii! We just have Wes go in with that big brain of his and some books and presto! We got ourselves a vaca on Hawaii!

I'm so totally not bouncing when I all but run back into the bedroom to tell the boys the news. Only to find no boys at all. The huh? Where'd they go? I frown, looking at the empty bed and then realize that hey, there's voices coming from the bathroom. They went ahead without me? Pffft!

Narrowing my eyes I move over to the door, which has been left slightly ajar. Must have been Angel cause Wes always closes every friggen door behind his cute ass. I keep as quiet a mouse as I lean in a peer thought the crack, though I'm sure Angel musta heard it. And there they are, my boys, Angel doing his best to coax Wes out of his pajama's.

And kissing. Man they're hot when they kiss. I can feel my own body reacting but I'm staying right where I am. Cause it would freak out Wes if I were to barge in now and, y'know, do the second alpha thingy. Wonder how he puts up with two anyway. Wonder how he manages to keep Angel and me from going all alpha on him and each other come to think of it.

That's the reason why, I think as I watch the two of them. Wes is strong and capable and totally able to take care of himself. Mostly. Cause those clothes need help. But there's something about him that screams 'protect!' at me and Angel. And he's cute. Angel at the moment is anything but cute. He's hot and sexy and whoa looking good!

He's also onto me. Sex kitten, hah! Slapping my hand in front of my mouth I giggle at the look on Wes face, who's torn between bolting outta there, looking at the door to see me and focusing on Angel. How about focusing on Angel, Wes, cause hey, totally enjoying the show here. I can have my time with either Wes or Angel and then the other one can watch. If he wants.

This is really going to work isn't it? Yeah, it is. Especially when we're ll going on vacation! Now if only those two would get with the naked and have some naughty fun under the shower? My day would be complete. Actually, acting out that fantasy I've been having for a while now under the shower? *That* would make my day, but hey, gotta get Wes in some comfort zone first. And that's gonna take a while. Meanwhile? I'm so watching.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes huh s1watcher_pryce on October 28th, 2007 10:43 am (UTC)
"She is sexy isn't she?" I say with something akin to awe. Sure there was that thing in Sunnydale. Back then though I hardly notices how beautiful she really was. So glad to have found *someone* who didn't treat me like a nuisance, a bother and would he please go home already. It wasn't until I came here and discovered what a truly gorgeous remarkable woman she truly is.

And re-discovered Angel, whom I had noticed back then. Including how handsome he was and how... noble. But those impressions had been snowed under by the dictations of the Council which Must Be Obeyed. I re-acquainted myself with him as well when I came her. And how.

Which is why I'm finding myself with him in Cordelia's bathroom. He naked and I'm apparently getting there. That's what I was next for.

"Oh. Yes. Of course," I stammer, still in awe that these two would actually want me, let alone *naked*. A shiver runs through me when Angel leans in but I'm still to occupied with the view in front of me to actually take notice of what he's saying. Something about an eavesdropper? Then there's a finger on my lips I can't help but lick slightly, sighing at the taste of it.

"Huh?" Seems to be my word of the day when he ask me if we should make it good for her. Her? Whom? What? Before I can ask he's already tugging my shirt off and I'm finding myself shivering again when those big, strong hands splay on my chest. An even more scrawny looking compared to those hands I realize as I stare down. Making fight the urge to pick up my shirt and cover myself up again.

I don't though, if only because him touching me feels like heaven. My eyes close and I'm shuddering again when he so gently slides his hands over my skin. Down, down and god we're really doing this aren't we? Again, I should say, but it's new and exciting every time it seems.

"Yes, you are," I breathe, prying my eyes open to give him an adoring look. Part of my brain is still wondering about this eavesdropper we're supposing putting on a shower for. Whom? And me? Putting on a show? Hah, I'd laugh if my brain weren't to busy with 'more Angel, please'.
Keep Me: ang curious_keep_me on October 28th, 2007 05:12 pm (UTC)
I smirk a little when Wes agrees that Cordelia is sexy. Of course. But it surprises me that he says it. I think normally it might come with stuttering, but then maybe I'm underestimating him. He does like to tell us that we're attractive. He doesn't seem to have qualms about that.

Back to work on those clothes though. I'll tease him more about Cordy in a minute. "Mm," I give a little moan when he unexpectedly licks my finger. The world really has been missing out. Or maybe I mean just me.

My ego certainly swells when Wes closes his eyes and shudders at my touch. I get more little shudders as my hands slide lower. My fingers trace along the prominent hip bones sticking out above his bottoms. Pretty. Very pretty. Next time, I get to watch Cordy with him.

Oh, but that? That throwing the compliment meant for him back onto me? Not having that. Not at all. He is an attractive, sexy, gorgeous man and we're damn well going to get him to believe it. Or at least graciously accept a compliment. "Actually, I meant *you*," I tug down his pajamas, leaving him in his boxers, "Wesley Wyndam-Pryce are handsome. Gorgeous, sexy, and...I love you." I murmur in his ear, still kind of coming to grips with saying that out loud, but I know it's something he'd like to hear.

My hands slide slowly into his boxers and smooth over his hips and ass as I ease them down before they fall to the floor. "Love Cordy too. She's sexy just like you said. Anything in particular you find so sexy?" I ask him tugging him - all circuits on overload, I'm guessing - along into the shower with me, letting him get the brunt of the warm spray so he can get warm.
Cordelia Chase: Eyebrowraisequeen_cordette on October 28th, 2007 08:47 pm (UTC)
I'm sexy? Yeah, damn right I'm sexy. I train my body hard enough to make it look sexy. And the make up and the clothes and the hair and the whole picture. I'm sexy, I know I look good. Great. Fantastic. Knowing it though is one thing, having the people you love say it? Totally another. It makes me smile a grin I never have on my face. Kinda goofy and boy am I glad to be on this side of the door so they can't see it.

I lean against the door-post, watching my boys. Watching Angel - *naked* Angel - undressing Wes. Listening Wes fling back that compliment. Oh geeze, that boy is so an ongoing project. We compliment him and the turns it back to us. He's gonna do that till he's blue in the face, cause confidence when it comes to himself? So *not* there.

We'll teach him though, Angel and me, I think when Angel does the cool lecturing thing. Not that I think Wes is hearing him. Oh wait, there's totally blushing, so yeah, he heard that. Before he can do the protesting thing though? He's naked, and Angel's telling him I'm sexy. Heh, glowing here. Can't wait to hear what Wes'll say, if anything at all. Cause he seems kinda distracted.

Keep going... not *too* far in the shower! I wanna hear! And I so, so, *so* wanna see! Dammit! I open the door a bit further and slide into the bathroom. What with the steam and Wes not wearing his glasses? I'm not afraid he'll see me. Or hear me for that matter, what with the shower sound and the way he's focused on Angel. Don't worry about Angel cause he already knows I'm here. So I lean against the bathroom counter and blandly watch the show. Hmmm, great show that's gonna be.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Glasses Curiouswatcher_pryce on October 28th, 2007 08:48 pm (UTC)
Where did my-- pajama pants-- go? Oh. Right. Angel. Angel's who's right there. Touching me, something I'm still shocked with. I know it sounds stupid after what we've done by now. Several times. In *public* in fact. But I can't help but still be amazed at the whole concept of both him and Cordelia being even slightly interested in me.

But back to my pants. And it's as I glance down to see where they went that he's adding words to the mix at as well. My hand comes up to pull off glasses to polish them to find that they are, of course, not there. I can feel a blush rising fast and furious, making it fruitless to blame the steam slowly creeping out of the shower.

"I-I-Uh-I-I mean..." Which is about all I manage to stammer out when I hear those three words whispered in my ear. So close, so close by it makes me shiver violently despite the heat in the room. And that's not just the shower creating that heat, I'm sure.

It's more then an automatic reflex to want to tell that no, I'm not any of that. None of those words. Which he should know now that I'm-- How did I get naked? Anyway, he should know just by looking at me. Especially now that he can fully see me. See my ribs, see the scars, see the flaw, everything. But he moves so fast I don't even get a chance to react.

And maybe that's the point.

Suddenly finding myself in the shower, hot water beating down my back, sluicing over my chest and more steam filling the room around us, I stare up at him. In awe, adoration and some shame. Perhaps wonderment as well as to how he can say or even think that about me. *Me* of all people.

"Huh?" I breathe, berating myself for constantly muttering stupid things like that. Cordy? Oh. Oh I can talk about Cordelia. Now that's a nice subject. My favorite aside from Angel.

"Her hair," I smile, reaching out to hold onto Angel's shoulders so I wont slip and fall. "Her eyes, and-and her mouth. She has a most gorgeous mouth and Oh, such a lovely body. But most of all I love the way she smiles. She has a beautiful smile. And a funny sense of humor. Wow," I grin, "Good thing she can't hear me, or I'll never live that down."
Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on October 28th, 2007 09:47 pm (UTC)
Wow, Wes just opens right up, like he had lists already started in his head. I grin at him, knowing that Cordy's just on the other side of that curtain. "Yeah, good thing. Anything else?" I ask moving in closer, always drawn to the heat of him, which is especially good with the hot water sluicing over him. "Maybe this part of her?" I say, smoothing my hands over the curve of his ass and then squeezing.

"I'm a pretty big fan of her smile, too. And...her chest," I say with a bit of a smirk, my hands moving up the front of his chest, deliberately over his nipples. "Those legs too." My god that was the wrong body part to think about, because with the water and the thought of her long, well-toned legs, all I'm thinking of is the other night in the ocean with her wrapped so tightly around me before I slid-

I shake my head out of my daydream and give Wes a smile. "I like the way she smells," I murmur, grabbing for the more manly smelling bottle of soap and drizzling some over Wes' chest, running my hands through it, and spreading it all over him. I also like that Cordy's letting us have this little moment together. I want to be able to have time alone with both of them and not have it be... a thing. I know that'll be harder with W- Who am I kidding it's hard for all of us. So many fragile egos thinking that none of us belong - which still surprises me. But if we can get more comfortable with each other, maybe it won't be so hard.

I keep rubbing my hands and the soap everywhere over him, soapy fingers massaging his back, soap fingers lacing through his, soapy fingers rubbing over his hipbones, and then I've got to kneel down to get the rest of him. "I also like how she tastes," I say, looking up at him, soapy hands rubbing intently over his thighs, as I lean in to taste the tip of his cock, eyes still locked with his.
Cordelia Chasequeen_cordette on October 29th, 2007 04:19 pm (UTC)
Yeah. Good thing she's standing right here hearing every word of that. Wes can be so totally oblivious at times. Usually that's like totally frustrating. Other times? Like now? It's a good thing cause wow. Ego going through the roof here! It's like he has that list all typed out and is reciting it.

I love his voice. That soft, gentle voice filled with awe when he goes over that list. Man, I gotta get him to do that about Angel. Bet he has a similar list for Angel as well. Would so very much not surprise me at all. Nope.

Speaking of Angel? I glance down at my boobs and grin. Yeah, like I hadn't noticed Angel's slight favoritism for *that* part of my body. And since he knows I'm standing right here? He's *so* not gonna live that one down. Wes? Can be with the oblivious about my being here. Angel? No way, he's doing this on purpose.

I think I love him a little bit more for it.

Oh. great noises now. I slip a little to the side so I can peer through the small open part of the shower-curtain. And have to swallow hard cause whoa. Hot? Not even close to the picture they're making now. Both naked, both growing hard and Angel is playing with fire, kneeling like that. I actually have to bring my hand up to bite down on my finger to keep myself from making any sound and getting discovered by Wes.

Fun time will so be over if that would happen. But wow, it's hard not to groan at the sight they make. *My* breathing and heart rate have certainly picked up, and I can feel my body reacting to what they're doing as well.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes/Angel happy S1/2watcher_pryce on October 29th, 2007 04:20 pm (UTC)
"Oh plenty," I murmur, feeling myself getting drowsy and relaxed. Not sure if that's Angel's fault or the hot shower. I'm thinking it's a combination of the two. That and thinking about what makes Cordelia so sexy. And Angel too. Picturing them both naked has been a hobby of mine for quite some time. Long before we got together, much to my shame. I hope they never find that out, or they'll think I'm some sort of pervert.

"She has a lovely, lovely...chest," I agree with him, leaning in closer to him. I'm about to agree with him on her legs as well when his fingers rub over my nipples. Eyes fly open and blink at him while a gasp gets out. If I were to try and talk now there would be a lot of stammering and stuttering I have no doubt. Especially if he keeps smiling at me like that.

"Uh huh," I agree stupidly, shuddering at his touches despite the hot water. Stupidly I stare down at my scrawny chest and notice how *big* his hands are as they slide over warm skin. Hot skin, I'm sure it must feel hot to him. A content sigh gets out as he keeps on 'washing' me. I'm suspecting there's a little more then washing going on here.

A thought which is confirmed the moment he moves lower. Even kneeling down. That makes me whimper and look down at him with far to large eyes. I don't need my glasses to be impressed though taken aback by the sight he makes. A state of mine which lasts until I see that pink tongue dart out lick the head of my cock.

"Angel?" Damn. That was a squeak wasn't it? "Tas-tastes absolutely super," I breathe, thinking of my tasting her on the beach. Tasting Angel there too. "T-tastes even better w-with you." Hands clutch his shoulders far to tightly because my legs are already threatening to give out. I guess this flu made me physically a little weaker then I had anticipated.
Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on November 1st, 2007 03:18 am (UTC)
"Hmm, well, maybe you should taste me when I'm done here," I suggest knowingly, soaping him up some more, giving him a little time to adjust. His hands dig into my shoulders just right, giving me that silly feeling of being solid, being his protector here for a moment.

"Or maybe we should drag Cordy in here and you can be greedy and taste us both again." This time, there's definitely a smirk because I know that's verging on 'hazy' territory. As in Wes is going to get hazy just thinking about it and possibly faint any moment, if not get really hard, really fast.

I keep smoothing my hands over his calves, his thighs, giving him a good long look at me down here on my knees, because yeah, not that many people, demons, whatever that I'd do this for. But enough of that. My soapy hands move back up, and fasten onto his hips firmly. "But not until we get you cleaned up," I say with that look in my eye that is supposed to clearly say, 'not until I'm *done* with you.'

Leaning in, I get that musky, clean, Wes smell that I am really getting fond of. And getting more fond of not having to try to catch a whiff of it secretly. Yeah, crushing on your best friends does not make for me having the best behaviors, and I'm surprised neither of them ever caught me being skulky or sniffing the laundry before I tossed it in the washer.

Flick. Again even slower I drag my tongue across the tip of his cock. "Hmm, I think it's still not quite clean," I murmur, mouth twisting up at the corner before drawing my tongue along the length of him. "More?" Maybe I can get him to make one of those whimpers. Liked that. And those big blue eyes looking down at me. He really is too good-looking to have been wasted for so long. Oh, yes, I think, dragging my tongue back along his length. Very nice. Cordy better be enjoying the show.
Cordelia Chase: Over her shoulderqueen_cordette on November 1st, 2007 08:02 am (UTC)
Yes! Yes drag Cordy in there too! That's about all I can think. Apparently I've moved closer to the shower, opening the curtain a bit. If Wes were to open his eyes, or y'know, look up instead of down at Angel? He'd so notice me. He can't be that far gone. Actually, this is Wes, he could so be that far gone. But whoa, look at them! Talk about full glory *private* show.

There's a need throbbing between my legs wet with need and it takes just about all I have *not to just step into the shower and join them. Maybe prod them into having my fantasy. Cause I know Wes will do whatever we'd want if it makes us happy. And I know Angel would do it. Not just cause I'd asked him to, but cause Wes will aim the blue puppy dog eyes of doom at him and he'll be nodding before the plea even hits.

Which is exactly why I don't stop under there and join them right now. Cause this is Wes time with Angel. And if Angel keeps this up? What with the tasting us both, making me think of the beach and oooh so many other things? I'm gonna toss those reigns keeping me here aside and slide in there anyway. Private hour be damned, cause that manpire is *so* asking for it.

What, with his 'we need to get you clean up'. I don't think Wes is with that program no more. Hasn’t been for oh, the last five minutes. All he does is stare, and all I do is stare. Watch that pink tongue dart out to lick that red, pulsing cock. My free hand founds its way between my legs and I think I lost that batter the moment I feel my finger rub over my clit. Can't ever get porn like this on the internet, I'm sure of it. Good thing I'm still biting my finger, because there's no way I can keep the groans down without it.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: brown sweater looking down smile S2/3watcher_pryce on November 1st, 2007 08:04 am (UTC)
My legs are so going to give out at any given moment. I just know it. With the way he's kneeling there in front of me, pretending to be oh so innocent while his tongue, his </i>tongue</i>, is licking my cock. That's not a stance I had ever thought I'd see him in. Nor Cordelia to be exact. Myself, obviously, because I don't *mind* doing something which in their eyes is 'lowering yourself'. Which it isn't, since I got to taste them both *first*. And taste them together.

As Angel likes to mention. And bloody hell if that doesn't make my cock twitch then I don't know what does. Just the picture of them both under the shower, naked, wet, wanting. I'd do anything for them to fill that need. Even if it's going down on *my* knees and use my mouth to do it. They seemed to very much enjoy that at the beach, so maybe it bears repeating.

"Yes," I whisper, barely loud enough to be heard over the rush of the shower. It's also the moment my legs almost give out and I tumble forward, but manage to put my hands on the wall, which leaves me hovering over Angel and my cock is shoved even closer to his mouth. And that sight has me whimpering, despite the fact that he keeps on talking.

I have, by now, no idea what he's saying. All I'm hearing is groans, and whimpers and I'm not even sure if they're all mine. Probably since doesn't make any embarrassing sounds. There's that tongue darting out again, and again. Not just taking a little taste but actually *licking* this time. Soft, by now hot, texture sliding up my shaft, making me shiver and squeezing my eyes shut as my head lolls backward. Legs spread for, I don't know why, better access? I don't care. I just want-- I don't even know what I want by now. Other then: "Yes, please, Angel. More."
Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on November 1st, 2007 11:59 am (UTC)
Oh, this is good. Wes is getting all wobbly and weak kneed, and before I can grip his hips tighter he's stumbled over me a little, hands braced above my head and cock hovering near my mouth. Perfect. I grip his hips harder anyway, making him feel who's holding him, who's doing these things to him.

Even better, I note happily when he spreads his stance wider, thighs open for me now to tease other parts, too. If that's not an invitation, I don't know what is. My thumb swirls circles against his balls while I cup him, giving them a little soft squeeze. His cock is definitely nice and hard now, and I waste no time giving it some more taunting licks while I drop my hand from his balls down between my own legs to get a little pre-come off the tip of my cock. My eyes flick up to his wondering if he knows what I've got in mind. Don't think so. My hand is back between his legs, fingers rubbing that little bit of myself over his tight entrance.

Some sound behind me attracts my attention for a second and that's when I realize Cordy is very much enjoying the shower. I can smell how hot she is for us, and now that I've heard the noise, there are a ton of other sounds I was blocking out while focusing on hearing all those little noises from Wes. God, she's wet and if I'm not mistaken about that soft, slick sound, she's touching herself, getting *off* on us. Fuck, that's hot, I think while my cock jerks and I take Wes' erection in my mouth all the way to the root. Moaning around the thick flesh, I slip the tip of my thumb into him nice and slow.

Wonder how long I can keep him like this, lightly torturing him from both ends. Probably not much longer unfortunately. We're so going to have to train him to have more stamina, I think as I suck and suck and push.
Cordelia Chase: smirkqueen_cordette on November 1st, 2007 03:53 pm (UTC)
Jesus fuck yeah. Look at that. Look! At! That! I don't mean what they're doing, cause that's obviously *hot*. I mean the look on their faces. Angel's gleeful grin and from the way his eyes dart to the side I just know he knows. Knows I'm watching, knows I'm wet and wanting and knows I would *so* be in there if they let me. Totally. He knows, he so knows. Dunno if that’s a positive or a negative thing of having a vampire boyfriend, don't care much at the moment.

It's the look on Wes face though that has me groaning a little bit to loudly maybe. The way he has his head thrown back, if his eyes were open they would totally be doing that rolling in the back of his head thing. Teeth clamping down on his bottom lip and if he does it any harder there's gonna be a bleeding lip. So close, so close, but still trying to hang on with all he god. Damn Wes, just let go. Just let it go.

And by now I'm dying to just go in there and ask one of them to fuck me against the well. Angel's done it twice now, fucking me, so it would be Wes turn. But I don't think Wes' legs are gonna be with the cooperating when it comes to that. And woops yeah, there's my fantasy again. We are so, so gonna do that one time, and then get Angel with it too cause I wanna have sex with them both under the shower at least once.

That was so not a whimper from me when I watch that big hand move to Wes rear. Must have been Wes. Yeah, he's the one making whimpery sounds, not me. But wow, watching that thick, throbbing cock slip into Angel's mouth at the same time he pushes a finger inside Wes ass? Jesus Christ on a moped, that's so....way to much almost. For me, can't even imagine what it must be like for Wes. Wonder what it feels like anyway, since I can't imagine it being pleasant at all.

Wes don't seem to think so though. Wow, not even close to thinking that he is. The way he jerks the moment Angel's finger just *touches* his ass? Wow. "Shit," I murmur, wanting to slide a finger inside myself but that's so not gonna happen in this position. Swallowing hard I rub my clit even faster, watching them, watching them in the shower, watching them having sex. *My* boys. *My* show.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes surprise S2watcher_pryce on November 1st, 2007 03:54 pm (UTC)
Oh god, oh god, oh god. Oh *bloody* hell, he's trying to kill me. I just know he is. "Bloody buggering hell," I gasp, all but thrusting my hips forward to push my cock into his mouth, his fist, anything just to get more of this. More, more, more. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever thing it could be *this* good. Never did it occur to me that sex could be fun, and pleasurable and just leave you wanting *more*. I never knew. Not until I met Angel and Cordelia.

But this? This beats all so far. And that has me wondering briefly how sad that might be but not for long. Because the next thing I know there's a finger touching my arse and a slick substance making it rather easy for said finger to slide in. I let my muscles relax with an ease that's not all that comforting years of practice, relaxing makes it less painful. When said finger is inside I realize it's not a finger, it's a thumb.

I also realize something else. It wasn't shoved in there, wasn't forced in there. But oh so gently pushed and that makes all the bloody difference. Again I had no idea that even this could be feeling so good. To have someone touch you there and knows what he's doing, knows where to touch, knows how to touch and my legs are very much going to give out any moment now. But Angel's moving so sodding slow, so slow that part of me wonders if he's trying to figure out how long he can torture me.

Not long, I can tell him that much. It's just... from both sides, I've never felt that. Ever. Not that anyone ever sucked me off before, and I wonder if Cordelia would to it for me. Us. For us. There's this picture suddenly appearing in my head with both of them sucking my cock and it's pretty much so overwhelming it's gone before I can even enjoy it. Which is about the same time I hear someone say 'shit'. Not something I would normally say, and Angel has his mouth full.

My eyes fly open, lock instantly with heated brown ones which are framed in a beautiful face, watching us. "Cordelia," I breath, feeling that heat between my legs coil even tighter and a long groan gets out when Angel sucks harder and pushes the thumb deeper inside just against a spot that has me see stars. "Oh, Oh my god, yes. Angel please, Cor-Cordelia. Ngh..."
Keep Me_keep_me on November 3rd, 2007 12:06 am (UTC)
I can smell her. Shit. My cock twitches, and I'm thinking fucking Cordy is really never going to get old. Now that I've had her slick and tight around my cock once, there's really no substitute. Wes, now that will be different, but..I moan around Wes's shaft, imagining her up against the wall and sliding into her, body and breasts wet from the shower, hair tangled and limp, Cordy totally dissheveled for once. Wouldn't that be a sight...

Can definitely hear her now, and even Wes looks like can see her if not hear her. Feels right, having her watching, participating in her own way. Being with us, enjoying right along with us, and boy are we enjoying. Know I am. Fuck, Wes is always enjoyable. Getting to slide my tongue along his cock, lapping at that blood rich flesh is intoxicating. Completely so and I just keep at him, never sucking as much as I know he wants me to, never moaning loud enough to make the vibrations give him enough friction.

And my finger, he likes my finger. That is just what I was hoping for, and my cock is jerking like an eager puppy wanting to try him out. Not time yet though. I slide my thumb deeper, slowly, maddeningly slowly. And then just to torture him, I push back on his hip and pull him forward, rocking him back and forth, playing his body against my thumb and my mouth taking as much of him as I can and urging him to take more of my mouth. Yes, I do know my torture. And I plan to make very good use of it. If not on them, then on myself. God, I'm so hard.

I groan loudly around his cock this time and drive him all the way into his mouth, swallowing around his head tightly, thumb pressing right where it needs to go. And there's Cordy, smelling so lush and sweet. Want them. Want to feelsmelltaste them coming.
Cordelia Chasequeen_cordette on November 3rd, 2007 09:10 am (UTC)
Condoms, condoms. Fuck I don't have any condoms. Hell, I didn't want anyone touching me after the whole demon baby thing. But this is Wes and Angel who so wouldn't hurt me. And not just cause they know I'll kick their ass hard if they would. No, they so wouldn't hurt me cause they love me. Love. Me. And I need condoms now. Bet Angel didn't bring *those* back from his flu run.

I wanna feel what Angel's feeling in his mouth though. I wanna feel it inside. Felt Angel twice, all cool and strong and *protective*. Now I wanna feel Wes. All hot and gentle and *caring*. But I don't have any friggen condoms! I think. Dammit! Oh screw it, can't stay here any longer. I gotta get in there, now that Wes noticed me and hasn't done the freak out thing. Probably to far gone to do anything other then what he's doing right now.

"Screw it," I murmur, eyes moving toward Angel, groaning at the sight of his swallowing around Wes cock and stepping into the shower. Forgot I was wearing Wes' pajama shirt but remember the moment it's soaked within seconds. Clinging to me like seconds skin. I move up behind Wes, sliding my arms around his waist, my flat hands brushing toward his nipples.

"Need to feel you inside," I growl against his ear, eyes glancing down past his shoulder - which hey! Totally not easy, the guy is *tall*!. I have to stand on my tip toes and I'm thinking he's hunched down otherwise I would’ve never been able to. My eyes meet Angel's again, reading the fire there that's reflected in my own.

"Angel," I groan, rubbing my clit against the hand working Wes' ass.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Ferret Maffiawatcher_pryce on November 3rd, 2007 09:13 am (UTC)
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