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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
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."