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03 November 2007 @ 10:08 am
 
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Somewhere in the back of my mind there's this little voice flailing around, shouting 'Cordelia's here! She's watching you get off!' But I'm to busy getting torn between several sensations. One being Angel's mouth, the second being what he's doing to my ass, the third being Cordelia. The way she looks. My eyes go wide at the way she looks. Panting, lips parted, nipples hard enough to show through the thin cotton of my shirt and her hand rubbing between her legs.

Can't help but groan at that, having to look away quickly. Only to be greeted by the sight of Angel swallowing around my throbbing erection. That does nothing to calm me down at all. Watching my length disappear between swallowed lips while he looks as though he's *enjoying* himself while doing this for me? No, it wouldn't calm me down at all would it. There's even a whimper getting out without my being able to stop it and I have to close my eyes.

Squeezing them shut, I have to lock my knees or I'd have already been in a puddle on the floor without having reached any sort of climax. God, I'm pathetic. Can't even hold on long enough for *that* almost. Doesn't matter though, because the moment those shower curtains rustle and I feel Cordelia plastered to my back, it's as though I'm living a dream. I let Angel move me anyway he can, gasp at Cordelia's words and feel my balls tighten up hard and fast.

I manage to stave off my climax however, though I have no bloody idea how I manage that. But tone in Cordy's voice, her words, maybe the look in Angel's eyes when I finally open mine and meet his make me shiver *hard*. So how I manage to hold off my orgasm? I don't know, all I know that by now I'm making the most pitiful sounds, unable to stop them, while I wish they would just *get on* with whatever it is they want.

It's all fine by me, I just want to-- want to-- "Oh god, please. Angel, Cordy, please. Christ."
 
 
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Keep Me: ang please_keep_me on November 3rd, 2007 07:37 pm (UTC)
Need to feel you inside, is the next thing I hear, and that sets off alarm bells right away. She's not talking about you, sterile vampire man, she's talking about Wes and his gorgeous cock that she wants inside her. No condoms, my brain yells, even though she's obviously reached this decision herself and-

Wet, is really the only thought that gets by when I feel Cordy rub up against my hand, fingers moving automatically to slide in against her clit, thumb still up inside Wes. Big hands come in handy, I think with a groan feeling her muscles clench around my fingers as they tangle with hers.

I don't know how I'm still able to think after feeling them both like this, but I'm glad I am, since there's no way I want a pregnant Cordy right now, and I don't think that's what Wes or Cordy want either. Damned if I'm going to let them do something stupid that they'll regret later. Jesus, come on, Angel think. You bought some at the store, I know you did. Condoms, stupid condoms. If I actually needed them or thought I'd be getting any...sex, in the next century I might have had some, but fuck I groan as I hear Wes and Cordy's needy sounds. I don't, I don't have any... Do I?

My hand clamps around Wes' cock though, feeling his balls tighten with Cordy plastered up against him. Can't blame him, shit she's hot. "Hold him," I tell her, eyes catching hers like fire as I let Wes slip out of my mouth and my hand abandons the both of them. Damn it, damn it, don't want to be responsible. But. I'm the protector. Gotta- I pull her hand around over mine, clamping down on Wes' throbbing shaft. "Don't come," I tell him, hard look in my eyes so that the order gets through to his hazed brain.

It's only one time, that little voice in the back of my head is saying, but some part of my brain is telling me that there needs to be protection involved. If Cordy took to the demon spawn so quick- what would they do if there was an accidental human pregnancy. Can't just magic that away. It's not happening. "Be right back," I breathe, "condom, Wes is gonna need one," I add ready to bolt towards the bags of groceries in the kitchen I got the other day.
Cordelia Chase: shockedqueen_cordette on November 3rd, 2007 10:30 pm (UTC)
There may not be any fucking for now, but damn this is hot. Angel's hand rubbing both me and Wes just the right way and-- where'd that hand go? What the huh? I glance down stupidly and see there's only me plastered against a very naked Wes - who has a really and I mean *really* cute ass - but that hand is gone. And Wes is making a sound that isn't of the 'aren't I have fun' variety.

I look down at Angel with confusion, wondering if I shoulda stayed out there and not come in. He can't be that jealous can he? I mean, he knew I was there and-- Oh, there's that hand again. Hold him? Hold who?! What's he doing? Where's he... And there's that big hand yeah. Before I know it that hand is moving mine to Wes cock, clamping around it in a way that can't be fun at all.

"Angel-- what--" I murmur when he starts to pull away. No way. No way is he leaving us here. Wes'll never look at me again! Oh, he's gonna be right back. That is of the good, but where's he going. I look at his retreating - and very distracting - back until his words filter though. Condoms. He has condoms? Why does vamp boy have condoms? And do I care? No way!

"Hurry up, Angel!" I yell, moving closer to Wes and clamping down on his cock. I risk a glance over his shoulder to look at him. But Wes has his eyes tightly screwed shut, breathing hard and trying to so very much not come. "Wes?" I ask carefully, "you okay there?"
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes surprise S2watcher_pryce on November 3rd, 2007 10:31 pm (UTC)
Where is? --- what? Ow? Blinking hard I glance down and don't see a heavenly mouth surrounding my cock any longer. Instead there's a large hand clamped around it in a painful way making it impossible for me to come one way or the other. The thumb pushing inside me is gone as well and the only one on that side of me is Cordelia. Who's hand is coming into view to take over from Angel.

"Angel?" I whimper, fingers digging into the wall ineffectually, eyes squeezed shut. What's going on? Where's he going? Did I do something wrong? I pry my eyes open and am startled to see him looking at me with such fire in his eyes it has me groaning. One that tapers off into another whimper at his words. His order. Don't come. All I can do is nod weakly, wondering what the hell is going on. Why'd he stop?

The rest all goes by in a rush. I hear them talking, something about condoms? "What about condoms?" I wonder out loud, gritting my teeth. Then I hear footsteps, there's a gush of cold air when the shower curtains open and all I know is that Angel's gone and Cordy is still holding my aching cock in a vice like grip.

Did I do something wrong? I can't think like this! Do they expect me to think? Was there thinking supposed to go on? Was I supposed to do, or say something? I'm having a hard time standing up, let alone think! My legs are about to give out, my cock is throbbing painfully and the grip Cordy has on it isn't making it any more pleasant.

"I'm sorry," I murmur, more out of habit then actually knowing what I'm saying when I hear Cordy ask me a question. What's she asking anyway? All I know is that my fingers keep digging into that wall while I try to obey Angel's order. "Where'd he go?" I whimper, shifting against her and realizing she's still wearing that stupid shirt! God, I must look like a fool. Standing there, naked and wanting. Needing.
Keep Me: ang curious_keep_me on November 4th, 2007 05:42 pm (UTC)
I'm like a blur, hurtling around the apartment, water flying everywhere. I must have bought some condoms and lube. I know I wanted lube. For Wes and the sex and not hurting him. I must have grabbed some. Because I could never hurt him like that. No, no hurting, my mind races as I fumble wetly through the bags in the bedroom, not finding anything. Kitchen, I left the other bags in the kitchen. Please tell me I bought some.

I have to hold onto my cock, it's swaying as I race and fuck is this uncomfortable, but I'm going to find a damn condom. Cordy wants what she wants and well...if we've got even just one- Oh. I almost get hit in the face with a box of condoms as it floats out of a bag in the kitchen. "Uhh, thanks, Dennis." Wow, that's a little creepy. But I did say it in the shower, so maybe he only heard me and wasn't- Okay, not thinking about that as I stand there dripping in the kitchen.

Ripping open the box, I drop it in the hallway, and tear off a square, dropping the rest in the bathroom. Wes is whimpering, and that makes scramble to get back in the shower, and makes my cock jerk back to life a little bit. Not really as hard as I was, but I did it, I found them! "Hey," I say, slipping back in the shower and giving Wes a thorough kiss for being so patient. Although, Cordy is probably the one I'm ruining things for.

I tear open the condom and roll it on him gently, slowly so he doesn't go crazy. Keep rolling until I meet Cordy's hand. "Had to wrap your present," I say, leaning over Wes' shoulder to give her a kiss too. "I think it's a pretty good present," I add, giving Wes' cock a little stroke.
Cordelia Chase: shines so brightqueen_cordette on November 5th, 2007 07:50 am (UTC)
Yeah. Okay. Sheepish look much? And I don't do sheepish! But what can you do when there's Wes looking at you with those big blue eyes of confusion. Wondering where Angel went cause he was doing all kinds of nice things to him. Which I know cause hell yeah, I *saw* most of that. It's the reason I'm in the shower now and-- Angel's not.

"Uhm," I murmur, trying not to feel totally stupid standing there gripping Wes cock as I'm plastered all over his back. Guess we're lucky I'm still wearing Wes shirt. Or maybe not. Whatever. "That's kinda my fault. So don't you go around saying you're sorry, buster," I tell him, keeping my hand firmly around his cock while he does that whimpery sound that makes me feel even wetter between my legs. And that has so nothing to do with the shower!

"Fuck," I can't help but groan at those sounds. "Just hold on, okay? Angel's gonna be back soon, he's looking for a condom." Which *I* don't have, so where he's gonna find them I have no friggen clue. I just hope he *finds* them, or we're gonna be in a heap of trouble. With Wes, cause he doesn't look like he's having fun no more. And just as I'm about to tell him again to hold on, the shower curtain all but rips with the rush of Angel coming back.

With condom. Huh. I'll be damned. "Thank god," I sigh, watching kinda mesmerized as he rolls the thing over Wes' cock. Should have done that with demon guy, then I wouldn't have been walking around with a belly the size of a small house. Full of demon babies. No babies this time. Just Wes. God I want him. I want him now. I want Angel too, but that's not gonna happen now. Wes can have Angel too though. Hell yeah. And now I'm kinda wondering about the... logistics here. Dunno if Wes can lift me up.

"Shit, how we doing this?" I murmur, blinking when Angel leans in to kiss me as well. That’s nice. Still dunno how we’re gonna be doing this.
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Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on November 18th, 2007 10:06 pm (UTC)
Cordy's eyes are so dark as I watch her over Wes' shoulder. She's gasping and arching and looking so damn debauched, it's hard to imagine her all tied up in one of her designer outfits. Looks so much better like this, make-up free, hair wild and Wes' shirt clinging in all the right places. God, I can't wait to be in her again, feel her clench around me like I know she's doing to Wes right now. They look perfect together, and I want to see them do this again too.

"Beautiful," I murmur in Wes' ear, looking at Cordy and dragging my teeth over Wes's ear as I feel Cordy's body jerk and spasm just as Wes does. Seeing them like this, feeling them like this, so satisfied and spent bodies still throbbing with lust, it's no surprise that my cock pulses against Wes' ass, shooting between us. Definitely going to need the shower to wash up. "Gorgeous," I breathe, wrapping my arms around them tightly as I feel Wes' knees buckle.

My eyes flutter closed as I ease us to the bottom of the tub, my muscles going lax enough that the only way we'd still be standing is by smushing Cordy against the wall, and that's no way to enjoy the afterglow. The water is still pelting down on us, only now it's dragging my hair down into my face, running in streams over my nose and cheeks. And there's my cock still jerking against Wes' cheeks making me want to not take things so slow next time and really do this right. Not that that's going to happen, but it's hard not to think about really taking him after something like that.

I slump against Wes, arms still around the two of them. "You two are going to make me insatiable," I murmur, kissing Wes' shoulder and groaning when Cordy's nails ease up on my shoulders where they were digging in before. "Love you," I murmur, looking into a hazy smile that's probably a lot like my own.
Cordelia Chasequeen_cordette on November 19th, 2007 05:28 am (UTC)
Wow, they're all kinds of beautiful. Wes has his head thrown back, shaking all over, his face showing pure pleasure followed by utter exhaustion. But a happy one, even if he's about to fall down. And Angel? Angel looks like he's flickering between his demon self and his human side. I taking it as a compliment to us that he's loosing that control even just a little bit. His human side wins out and oh boy is that a pretty sigh.

My orgasm winds down to only a very nice spasm here and there as I feel myself sliding down the walls. Wes' soft cock slips out of me as all of us are guided down gentle. Gotta be Angel's doing my tired mind tells me. Cause no way we would've gone down so carefully otherwise. Normally you tumble down I'm sure, and that would've been a not so nice after glow. Nice afterglow in bed would be even better, cause the shower is getting colder.

"Oh Jesus," I pant, pushing the hair out of my face with one hand, while holding onto Wes with the other. My legs are still awkwardly wrapped around him and Angel. And when I look at the lot of us? It's kinda hard to say where one ends and the other begins. Only I have prettier legs then they do. Heh.

"You were already insatiable," I tell Angel, leaning forward, past Wes, to look at Angel with a raised eyebrow. There's a smile on my face though. One that looks totally like the one Angel's wearing. And the one Wes is wearing, though less with the exhaustion. "Love you both too, that was great stuff," I assure them with a sigh. Reaching up I smooth first Wes hair back from his face - not that there is much to fall into his face - and then Angel's.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes smile S2watcher_pryce on November 19th, 2007 05:29 am (UTC)
Oh good bloody god. I've died. I've died and gone to heaven. I've never even *thought* of having sex in the shower. Yes, of course I've heard of it, it's a bit hard not to when Cordelia starts to blather on out of those magazines of hers. Much to my embarrassment. It's quite another to actually experience it. I doubt those magazine's thought of having three in the shower for the sex part though. Good lord.

I'm floating, floating far above everything. Voices, the noise of the shower, the echoes of our cries, they're all coming from far, far away while my climax washes over me. I can feel Angel's grip tighten on me, Cordy's legs sliding down and my cock slipping out of her. It makes me grown with a sense of loss, even harder when I no longer feel Angel's shaft slipping up and down my arse. Which is when I realize we must be on the floor.

Slumping against Angel I automatically pull Cordelia closer to me. The only sound coming from me is heavy panting while I try to catch my breath, which is a hard job with a rather stubborn cold still invading your system. My head is spinning, my vision is blurry but Christ! That must've been one of the best climaxes I've ever hard.

There's some mumbling, probably coming from me but even I have no idea what I'm saying. I can feel Cordelia's fingers brush over my face and into my hair, Angel's lips on my shoulder and the shower getting colder. What I want to do right now is go to bed with the two of them, wrap myself around them and sleep. I feel great, I feel so absolutely great that I can't bring myself to care much about anything though.
Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on November 27th, 2007 11:56 pm (UTC)
I only have to lean forward a few inches to get my lips on Cordy's with the way she's slumped against Wes. And since Wes is slumped against me, it's definitely not far to reach. Need a kiss after something like that though. "Mm, you're right," I murmur with a smile against her lips once I'm done plundering her mouth. "I guess I am, for the two of you. Don't know why that would be," I mumble with that still dazed smile on my lips. Without really thinking, I decide it's Wes' turn too, and gently turn his head so I can lean around for a kiss from him too. Lips just as soft as Cordy's, mouth just as pliant. Only...different. More Wes-like.

I sigh softly to myself, pleased, when I ease my lips off his. Coud just stay right here for a few hours in a nice little pile with them. Oh, but water. Water that's probably feeling kind cool on my recently sick, mortal partners. No, no, no, we don't want more of the being sick. Definitely not. It's cute for about a day, but after that? Just a bummer for everyone. Though, it was nice having them both sick so that Cordy could keep Wes in bed with her. That was pretty cute. Okay, no more getting sick right now. I'm sure there will be plenty other times for them to get sick.

Leaning forward, I turn the knobs as hot as they'll go, hoping to squeeze a little bit more hot water out of Cordy's pipes. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. I would know having been the last to shower around here after our slimier fights several times. "Let's get you two cleaned up," I say, flicking my tongue along the shell of Wes' ear and trying to rouse my muscles into further movement. "Then I'll pile us all in bed," I tell them, knowing that at least Wes isn't moving on his own any time soon. Cordy doesn't look much better, but we definitely seem to have taken the life out of Wes. In a good way, I'm thinking.
Cordelia Chase: Over her shoulderqueen_cordette on November 28th, 2007 05:42 am (UTC)
Oh yeah, kissing. I like kissing. I love kissing. But only if it's one of my boys of course. Totally. And there is, kissing one of my boys. My mouth willingly moves along with Angel's since I'm to tired to initiate more kissing of my own. Good thing Angel's still focused isn't it? Probably one of those vampire things Wes likes to drone on about for hours on end. Must pay better attention next time, cause it's now in my interest to *know* these things.

When we part, I beam at him, though my eyebrow is still raise while I mull over his remark. "I dunno why that would be either," I tease back with a glance at Wes. Who's still slumped against Angel and hasn't even opened his eyes yet. Totally out for the count our boy here. Probably best if we tuck him in bed. We are so doing this shower thing again. Soon. When we're all feeling so much better. Heck, I'm already feeling so much better.

Hmm, more kissing. Boy kissing. And lets say this again, but that's hot. Even if Wes already looks so dazed that he'd fall down if here weren't sitting. Head resting on Angel's shoulder letting our vampire move him any which way he'd like. Bet you I could do the same and Wes would let me. Even if he wasn't being a boneless heap.

Cleaning up sounds like a good idea. Pile us all in bed? Even better. "I'm all for it," I mumble, using my boys to haul myself up. With a little difficulty, I realize as I sway there on my feet. Okay, first things first, this shirt has got to go. I leave it up to Angel to haul Wes from the floor while I pull the wet fabric over my head and let it drop on the floor with a wet splash. So yeah, maybe I'm putting on a little show, mostly for Angel, since Wes isn't paying much attention anyway.
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Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on December 1st, 2007 04:07 pm (UTC)
Seems to have forgotten all about disappointing us, looks like, I think with a very smug look once the kissing is over. "Like it when we kiss?" I ask her, brushing my lips along Wes' jaw before ending the kissing completely. I can feel her heat next to me, and absolutely smell that she's getting aroused again. Wow. Just some kissing, huh? I guess Wes and I really are going to have to do that all day some time. Wonder how many times we could get Cordy off with just kissing? That would be an interesting experiment. Right now, though, we seem to have hit a snag. Guess I did my job a little too well.

Smiling at Wes' complete confusion, I press the towel into Wes' hand that's not holding Cordy's very attractive breast, and then moving the hand with the towel to her other breast. "Dry," I murmur to Wes, guiding his touch, making him slide the towel down along her side, along the curve of her hips and ass, across her stomach and at that point I'm fighting not to move things along too fast and dip fingers between her legs, so I let him go, let him figure out what to dry next with the fluffy textured towel while my hand gets a turn with her breast, cupping it and flicking my thumb back and forth over her nipple. Didn't get to do this in the shower.

"My turn, when you finish with Cordy, Wes," I remind him, little rivulets of water still sliding down my chest as I scoot in next to them, still entranced with Cordy's breasts. Funny how a little flick of my nail sends a new wave of arousal to my nose. I give her some soft little squeezes, but mostly I'm just rubbing my thumb over the tip of her nipple. Get to feel it harden and pebble while I watch her face. That's definitely pretty.
Cordelia Chasequeen_cordette on December 1st, 2007 04:30 pm (UTC)
Ooh, look at that smug look. Just look at Angel's face with the smugness. Okay, he has ever right to look smug, but I'm thinking that despite the big brain he has? It doesn't really take all that much to break it. At least it doesn't take all that much for *us* to break it. Good thing it's fixable... I hope. Pretty much fixes itself after some rest.

Which he's so not getting right now, our Wes. Nope, not if we can help it. Wonder just how far we can push him before he actually can't move or think at all. Would be all kinds of fun to find out cause he's always so proper and thinking and stuff. At the moment he's not doing much of anything and I watch bemused as Angel takes his hand and guides them both over my body. Wes' hand and his own. Which is way great feeling.

A shudder goes through me when Wes finally gets the hang of it, totally managing on his own which leaves Angel to do some naughty stuff for himself. Angel's hand is big and strong on my breast. Which is so different from Wes' where he's still resting his delicate, elegant hand on my other one. I glance down and can't help but grin at the sight. I'll always know who's touching me, temp aside, that's for sure.

"Having fun?" I ask, swallowing down a groan as Angel keeps playing with my nipples. An eyebrow raises in his direction and my own hand snakes out to curl around his cock again. His very much reacting cock. A quick glance at Wes lets me know he's not noticing that, cause that would have made that look come back. Right now? I'm gonna have me some fun with Angel here.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes smile2 S2watcher_pryce on December 1st, 2007 04:31 pm (UTC)
Can't seem to stop staring at my hand on her breast. Very fine looking breast. *Very* fine indeed. I dare to squeeze it gently, gasping at the feeling of it filling my hand so easily. Just as when I hold onto Angel's shaft. As though they were made for just my hand. Or rather, as though my hand was made just for them. I'm guessing that's more accurate. And I still have towel I have no idea what to do with.

It's my hand moving without my telling it to that finally lets me drag my eyes away from Cordelia's chest. Blinking, I glance down to see a large hand wrapped around my own, moving the towel around. Oh. Angel. Oh! Drying! Of course! Sometimes I'm really stupid. Alright, more then sometimes when it comes to this. I was supposed to dry her off.

Frowning with concentration I get to the task at hand. Not that it is that. A task I mean. It's a very nice job, one I wish to do everyday if she'll let me. If *they'll* let me. By the time I'm done I'm wondering if I should have made my touches more... I don't know... seductive? Of course then I realise when it comes to that I'm really not good at all. It would probably end up with my embarrassing myself.

Besides, it would seem Cordelia and Angel are occupied with something else already. Taking my own hand away from her body, I clutch the towel and watch Angel's hand on her body and hers on his. Teasing, seeming to know what to do, smiling, grinning even. And what a sight they make. So beautiful, so mysterious, so confident, so...everything I'm not.

Right, lets not go there. Instead I scoot carefully closer to Angel, not wanting to disturb their moment and gently start to dry him off efficiently. Good thing here? I'm bloody well getting more then two seconds of rest! Thank heaven. Or Hell, I'm not sure.
Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on December 1st, 2007 04:55 pm (UTC)
Looks like Wes is doing a very nice job. I can feel it every time he makes Cordy shudder and make no mistake there are certainly little shudders I know I'm not responsible for. I'm guessing though that Wes is not seeing this at all. Not at all.

And just when I'm about to demonstrate just what he's doing to Cordelia, I feel a small enthusiastic hand clasp tightly around my growing erection. "Oh, shit," I try to curse under my breath, eyes finding Cordy's with lightning speed and seeing a very evil grin there as she starts to stroke. "Tease," I call her again before feeling Wes' tentative hands on me. Scooting further onto the bed, I nudge Wes more to the middle, and just to be nice, I curl my hand around Cordy's hand so it doesn't leave my cock. I do like her hand on me. Smaller than Wes', but just as slim and fine. Smoother too. Wes has got some calluses that are really, really nice actually.

Another little groan gets out as Cordy gets up close to us. "I think she's taking your job, Wes. Didn't you promise to get us off again?" I add, quirking an eyebrow at him and covering his hand that's running the towel over me, following along with his movements. He has no clue does he? The things he does to me, to both of us! The soft little touches over my chest, rough cloth brushing my nipples. Those careful touches over the rest of me like he thinks I might break. Or disappear, a helpful voice supplies.

Now, I know he likes to watch, but I also think that watching *us* makes him think those crazy annoying thoughts that I don't want him thinking. "Mmnh," is the moan escapes me when Cordy gives another more pointed stroke, shaking me out of my thoughts. "You gonna let her get away with that, Wes?" I say, twinkle in my eye.
Cordelia Chasequeen_cordette on December 1st, 2007 05:55 pm (UTC)
Heh. Heh, heh, heh. I still got it. He likes that. May not have answered my question with words, but his body? Yeah, speaking volumes! I give Angel a very convincing 'who me?' look when he calls me a tease. Cause I'm good at it. Looking innocent and teasing. Okay, maybe a bit beter at the last thing but hey. I like teasing them, it's fun to tease them, and they let me tease them. Don't think I've ever had anyone I could tease this way.

"Could do way more then teasing," I assure him smugly, cause hey, it's my turn to look smug. Just to prove my point I let my hand slide down his shaft, rub my thumb over the head the way I seen them do to each other and then up again. I can pay attention if I have to! And who better knows what they like then the guys themselves? So watching what they do to each other is teaching me that was well.

Speaking of each other, seems I had forgotten for a moment we were supposed to be doing some Wes torture here. Not that I had forgotten about Wes, but he has this habit of going really quiet and really invisible when he doesn't want go get notices. I'm thinking he's doing that now with the careful way he dries off Angel and is moving around us with a grace he has no idea he has. Trying not to interrupt us I guess.

Angel's not having any of it though, and neither am I. We're three and not two dammit! The innocent look is back in place, as well as that smug smile. Not an easy thing but I manage! An eyebrow gets raised toward Wes and as he smiles at us both sweetly, faint blush on his face, I'm thinking he's got enough rest cause that brain is working. "Sure he will," I grin, knowing that's true if I wanted him to let me get away with it.
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