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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.
 
 
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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.