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30 December 2007 @ 12:23 am
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"Nah, he'll be fine," I assure him, running my fingers through his hair. "He's Angel, he's the champion and all that crap. He'll be just great." Not sure whom I'm trying to convince here. Wes or myself, but I'm thinking I'm doing a pretty good job for myself. Not so sure about Wes, but he's our pro worrier.

Its when the door opens to reveal Angel standing there in all his brooding glory that I realize just how worried I was. I let out a relieved sigh and grin triumphantly at Wes. "See?" I tell him smugly, leaning in to kiss him gently before scooting out of bed. "Told you he'd be back soon."

As I walk over to the drawer, I give Angel a once over, making sure to cover up any worry that might be visible. Hey, I got a rep to uphold. I'm thinking sweet soft Cordy got out a bit to much this evening. Oh yeah, heads are gonna roll at this meeting. Okay, not at the meeting, cause we need the paying customer. And why am I at this drawer?

Oh yeah, getting boxers for Wes. Wes who, after uttering a breathy 'Angel', is still staring at our vampire like he's either the second coming, or in so much trouble for running out. You never know with these two. I swear, they can like hold a five hour convo in three seconds with just their eyes. It's creepy and cute at the same time. Wish I could do that with them, but it's an Angel - Wes thing I guess.

"I was just gonna get Wes some clothes, cause I told him you weren't so keen on him going to this meeting in the buff," I inform Angel casually, lips twitching into a smile when I see Wes scowl at me again. Yeah, he'll be okay.


Now if only I could say the same for Angel. Or me. Ugh.
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Keep Me_keep_me on December 30th, 2007 03:00 am (UTC)
Just opening the door makes me feel better. There's a glow of warmth and security. Nobody's ever going to hurt Wes like that again. Nobody. Not ever. I find out someone has and they'll be dead before their next breath, I swear to myself as I step inside, shrugging off my coat and heading toward the voices I hear in the bedroom.

Our bedroom. Those voices that belong to the people I love. That are mine. I see the look from Cordy first returning it with just the slightest quirk of my eyebrow, and then the breathy sound of my name from the bed has all my attention focused on Wes.

"Hey, tiger," I say, coming over to sit next to him, hand moving automatically to cup his cheek. "Sorry, I wasn't here. A bad nest. You know how it goes," I say, hoping our lie isn't too transparent. I brush my thumb across his cheek, wondering if he's going to be okay. Letting all that out... that poor girl. She could have been Wes.

"How are you- wait what? Naked? Who's going anywhere naked?" I say, automatically shifting to possessive mode, tiny growl rising in my throat. Then I see the glint in Cordy's eyes and deflate from the minuscule posturing starting. Oh. She was just kidding. Of course she was kidding.

My hand slips from Wes cheek to twine with his fingers. It's good to touch him. Grounding. When Cordy comes over with the clothes for Wes, I grab her around the waist with my other arm to pull her on my lap. Want both my people close. "You really want to go around taunting a dangerous vampire like that?" I tease her, giving Wes' hand a squeeze and pulling her close.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes glasses blue shirtwatcher_pryce on December 30th, 2007 12:27 pm (UTC)
"Yes, Cordelia told me," I murmur, leaving the lie for what it is. A half truth because no doubt he did go and find a nest and no doubt he did dust them all. But we both - all three - know that's not the reason he went out. I'm the reason he rushed out of here, or rather what I told him is the reason he had to rush out of here. Had to hit things. Had to blow of steam as Cordelia put it so nicely. I'm the reason and I'm not sure what to think about that.

Although, I have to admit that the moment his large, cool hand cups my cheek all thoughts I had been having dissolve as quickly as the vampires he's no doubt staked. My eyes flutter closed and my hand comes up to fold over the one on my cheek. Before I know it I've already automatically turned my head to kiss the palm of his hand. But what takes my breath away is the look in his eyes. Mirroring the one Cordelia had when I woke up.

Not the look I'd been expecting. No disgust. No hate. No dislike. No pity. All that's there is concern. And love. So much love it takes my breath away the same as it did with Cordelia. They're both trying to cover up the concern, but I know it's there. For me. They're worried *about* me. And that alone makes me feel warm and guilty at the same time.

Cordelia - even though she gets the usual scowl aimed that way - will always hold my gratitude for throwing that out there. Because I don't think I could've handled another episode of my ever emerging allergies. Not now at any rate. But the growl tearing from Angel's throat has me both shivering and looking at him with a slightly bemused expression. Cordy was right and it shows on her face a she comes closer.

"This is our Cordelia," I tell Angel, giving his hand a squeeze as I glance at the clothes she's brought over. I guess we really are going to leave the apartment today. "of course she would taunt." Can't help but look him over now that he's closer, just to make sure there's no blood seeping out from anywhere.
Cordelia Chase: I'm always rightqueen_cordette on December 30th, 2007 12:30 pm (UTC)
Hah! And once again I am so of the right! There's a growl and there's even a bit of posturing. If he would have had half a brain there would've been pawing the ground and stuff. But he knows Wes and he knows the guy wouldn't leave he bedroom naked if we didn't push him out into the living room in his Adams suit. But hey! I still got it! Hah!

My eyes slide over to them with a smirk on my face. Wes is scowling at me but there's no heat behind it. And is still in 'hold up just a friggen moment' mode. I snort and turn back to the task at hand, letting them have their moment. Wes needs both of us now, even if he's not gonna admit it. Angel can do the protective posturing thing. I can do the thing where I make sure where Wes is comfy.

We got clothes for that. Yes we do, I'm the expert there. Because any other given time I'd have pulled out Wes' nice pair of jeans and a good looking button down shirt, probably hid his glasses to or something. Just cause it looks good on him and we need to impress this client. He wouldn't be comfy though, no way. So instead I get a gray pair of slacks I've always liked on him and that blue shirt we both agreed on when shopping. Hey, I can compromise.

I'm still thinking about what I should wear when I walk over to the bed, and isn't that a mistake. Clothes fly out of my hand to land on the far end of the bed while I land halfway over Angel's and halfway over Wes' lap. But I still manage to give Angel a look that says it all. Still, the dork needs words sometimes.

"Doh," I snort, "did you have a good time looming around?" Translation: Do we need to get out the first aid kit? If yes, I'm so gonna kick your ass!
Keep Me: ang curious_keep_me on January 1st, 2008 06:03 pm (UTC)
I'm starting to get that this is never going to get old. This actually being able to touch Wes when I want to, when I need to. It's grounding, and it makes me feel better knowing, or at least pretty sure that he's going to be okay. I hope. He's still here at least, still trying for us so that makes things definitely seem better.

Smiling when he squeezes my hand, I smile a little wider at the noise Cordy tries to hold back as I pull her across our laps. "I guess she would, wouldn't she," I comment to Wes, my arms curling around her waist to have her close like Wes is. I hope I'm not seeming too clinging, but a little contact right now feels good. "She does like to flirt with danger," I tease, even though we all know that's not true. None of us are very big on the stupid things people do that endanger themselves. We do it every day because we have to, and I don't think any of us takes it lightly when there's the possibility that we may not be here tomorrow.

"Not a scratch on me," I reassure her. "You could always inspect me yourself though," I tease her lightly, trying to put that particular bit of 'looming' out of my head. I'm not telling them about it, and I'm not thinking about it either. I also don't want either of them worrying about it. Or me. "None of them even came close," I add in reassurance. ...It's still a little strange having people caring about my well-being. I'm a practically invincible vampire and here they are, the people who worry about my cuts and bruises. It's still new even after a couple years with Buffy and her friends.

"Almost time for the meeting?" I ask, noting the clothes that went flying. "Do we all need to go?" I ask, wondering if maybe I could stay home, or that possibly Wes could stay and rest some more. Plus, this whole Hawaii thing, I just don't buy it. There's gotta be a catch besides the usual haunting exorcism or whatever it happens to be. Unless this client has been following our work and just wants to reward us for no good reason. Yeah, not buying it.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: brown sweater looking down smile S2/3watcher_pryce on January 1st, 2008 07:03 pm (UTC)
Yes, she would. Despite her growing up in Sunnydale and knowing all about things that go bump in the night? She would still taunt it, because she's *Cordelia*. And what would Cordelia be without her sarcastic taunts and biting remarks. Something I've noticed a lot of the Sunnydale residents have. At least those who were fighting the bump in the night things. Those so called witty remarks to each other and the enemy before taking him down. Pre-battle taunting, I've never really understood it, even though both Angel and Cordelia seem fond of it.

What I am fond of is Cordelia and Angel themselves. Though 'fond' is a to weak a word. I love them, there's no other word for it. Which is why I'm probably looking at them both like a besotted fool when Angel playfully pulls Cordelia down to us. Which is why I'm looking on like some smitten idiot when she playfully slaps him back and gives him the usual look. I may have felt like a fifth wheel - and probably will again at certain times, - but sometimes it's enough to just look at them.

Look and hold on. Angel reminding me of that meeting we have, has me clinging onto him and Cordelia a little tighter. Not literally, but if I could I probably would have. I don't want to be left alone here, even with Dennis around. I've not forgotten that Faith was able to come in here without much trouble and that's not exactly easing my mind. This would be one of those moments where I *feel* extremely fragile and vulnerable. And it has nothing to do with being naked while Cordelia and Angel are covered up.

Nothing at all.

My eyes dart from Angel to Cordelia before they quickly move back to stare at the covers. It would seem those are very interesting covers, since I've been staring at them all night. Or maybe I just don't want them to look in my eyes now and see how I feel. I don't want them to think I can't handle myself. But most of all I don't want them to leave me behind right now. Neither of them. I want them close. God, I'm so pathetic. And yet you wonder why people keep picking *you* out.
Cordelia Chase: Lose Itqueen_cordette on January 1st, 2008 07:03 pm (UTC)
"Don't think I wont later, buster," I scoff at him, letting him pull me closer. "I may even let Wes help me out, I can be nice." Hey, I'm no dummy. Not anymore when it comes to this at least. Angel wants us both close by so he can keep on eye on us. After what Wes told him? Probably even more so then Wes. And Wes? He was getting with the antsy when Angel was gone and I wasn't gonna be cutting it alone any time soon. Now he's not gonna go anywhere without Angel. Since I'm not about to go to this meeting on my own?

"Yeah, almost time for the meeting," I tell him, eyeing the clock on the nightstand. "We're *all* going," so not open for argument, which I'm sure they can tell from the look I give then. "And we got less then an hour to prepare. Which is totally enough for dork boy over there. I-" I point out, leaning in to kiss first Angel and then Wes on the cheek before worming out of Angel's grasp, "need to work on perfection. Like now. When I get back? I expect you to be dressed, no hanky panky."

Doubt that's gonna be happening anytime soon I think as I dart into the bathroom. But the sooner we can go back to normal - including our usual teasing - the better it'll be for Wes. If I hadn't made that remark? I'm thinking they both might have thought I was possessed or whatever. Truth is, I wouldn't even get angry if there *were* any hanky panky, or close to it, cause I get a feeling that's gonna be-- jittery, for some of us.

And not even necessarily Wes. More Angel and myself, to afraid to hurt Wes. Damn, I hadn't thought about that. Fuck, this is gonna be a problem isn't it? I sigh and glance in the mirror, noticing my eyes are still a bit wet. Well, we got tricks for that. And the bags and the bleak eyes and the... "You got a lot of damage control to do, Chase. Snap to it, gotta look your best for the boys." Nodding firmly, I turn the taps and get started.
Keep Me: ang sad_keep_me on January 1st, 2008 07:30 pm (UTC)
"I look forward to it," I murmur when she threatens to inspect me later. Just the sound of that possibility of closeness sounds good right now. My arms slide off her reluctantly as she gets up, eyes defiant that we should all go as she flounces off to the bathroom.

To cover up the last several hours in makeup and hair products, I think with a small frown watching her go. It's not just me who's been upset by all this. Cordy's just...too good at hiding that kind of stuff. Just like Wes, just like myself. It'll be a wonder if we manage this relationship with any kind of honesty. But we seem to so far, I guess. Mostly.

My eyes go back to Wes, and give his hand a squeeze. "Maybe we could do both at once?" I tease him softly. "Do you think she'd allow that?" I say trailing the hand not holding his along his collarbone and up his neck to cup his cheek, his jaw. "Maybe we could have a few kisses in between," I say to him, leaning my forehead against his, brushing my nose against his.

Instinct tells me that I'm not the only one who'd appreciate a little touching right now. I brush my thumb across his cheek, and sigh softly. I want to ask him if he's okay, I want to ask if he's going to be okay to go to this meeting, I want to- But it would be stupid. Silly questions. I run my hand over his hair. "Tiger," I murmur, not knowing what else to say. He's my tiger. Strong and brave. "Clothes?"
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes smile2 S2watcher_pryce on January 1st, 2008 07:46 pm (UTC)
She gets a mock look of insult at that remark. Not that she's not right in that assumption. Less then an hour is more then enough for me. In fact, usually it only takes about ten minutes for me to get ready in the morning. Sometimes she's able to make me feel like a child, what with the picking out of clothes and telling me what to wear, how to act. She does nearly the same for Angel though - sans the clothes then - and I understand that's her way of holding onto her control. I'm surprised she's let me get away with dressing myself right now, though she did pick out the clothes.

Cordelia vanishes with all the grace she usually has into the bathroom. No doubt to get covered up in make-up and hair things and god only knows what else. I'd love to tell her that she doesn't need all of that. She's just as beautiful without, but we all need our masks. I'm sure Angel and I can convince her sooner or later that she doesn't need that mask to hide behind.

Angel squeezing my hand makes me tear my eyes away from the bathroom door and back to him. And once again it's the look in his eyes that take my breath away. So much I don't even notice his touches at first. Which only lasts for a second anyway, because how can anyone miss Angel's touches when he does it. It feels... grounding. I was - still am - afraid that neither of them would want to touch me after-- after what I told them.

I give him a soft smile at his teach, my own hand coming up to mirror his as I cup his face. I leave it there, just reveling in being able to touch this magnificent man freely, without being ashamed for my feelings or seeing the shock, maybe even sadness in his eyes. You're allowed to have this Angel. Just trust us.

"I thought you said there were going to be kisses?" I murmur, feeling a blush creeping up my face. Naturally. My eyes dart toward his lips and then up to meet his eyes again. My smile turns shy as I lean into his touch. "I only need ten minutes to get dressed, Cordelia will be in there for... an hour at least?" I need this. I need to know he's not repulsed with me. Just like I need to know Cordelia's not either.
Keep Me: ang sad_keep_me on January 1st, 2008 08:11 pm (UTC)
I return the soft smile when he touches my face right back. It's those little things. Those little things that make me want- that make me love being with them so much. I know we're just starting, just trying things, but everything so far has been... so good. So overwhelmingly good.

"Are you propositioning me?" I tease him when he reassures me that he only needs ten minutes to get dressed. I tilt my chin just the little bit it takes for our mouths to touch, hand cupping the back of his head now, holding him to the kiss, even though it's totally not necessary the way he responds instantly.

I can feel the heat of his blush all the way down his neck, and it makes me moan into his mouth softly, loving the way he gets like this just from saying the word kissing. Still so proper even if he never got to be innocent. I stroke my thumb along his neck as we kiss, fingers sliding up into his hair and back down.

Soft, deep kisses, and I just want to drown in him. Show him that he's mine, completely mine, and nobody aside from Cordy is ever going to touch him again.

I can feel his breath on my mouth when I release him, and find I'm breathing softly too. "More?" I ask him after a few quiet moments of petting and touching his hair, his neck, the brush of stubble on his jaw.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes white shirt glasseswatcher_pryce on January 1st, 2008 08:31 pm (UTC)
His words are something I barely even hear, I'm so lost in the look in his eyes. I hear the teasing tone, that much I get, but if he was expecting a witty comeback he's going to be sorely disappointed. I'm not Cordelia though, so witty come-backs aren't really my forte. Blushing like a fool however is it seems. But I just can't seem to tear my eyes away from him. Can't keep my hands away from him. I have to touch him, feel him, have him close. Please don't leave me alone again.

I've been lonely for most of my life, it's only now that I realize what it's like to have not one, but two someone's care about you. Whether you live or die. What happened to you. Wanting to protect you. At least that's what I make myself believe to see when I look in his eyes. That's what I make myself wanting to believe when I feel his lips close over mine. After that, any thought I have are gone as long as our mouth's meet.

Arms curl around his shoulders, holding onto one of my rocks in the life I now lead. I can feel him groaning into my mouth, feel him starting to breathe and that makes me feel alive even more. My body is still to tired and to stressed out for it to respond to anything - Cordelia would kill us anyway - but my mind is strangely put at ease by his kisses. He still wants this. He, at least, still wants me.

I put my head on his shoulder and close my eyes when he has to let go so I can get some air. His hand is so soft and gentle I can feel a bile forming in my throat and have to fight not to let those damn allergies crop up again. His question makes me smile again however, turning my head on his shoulder to show him that exact smile.

"Always," I whisper, "I'll always want more of this from you. And Cordelia. Please."
Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on January 1st, 2008 08:51 pm (UTC)
And that sounds like more of a vow to me than even hearing those famous three words from him or Cordelia. I curl him closer in my arms after he gives me that gentle, radiant smile. I think it's that little please on the end that really makes it stand out for me though. Like even going a few seconds is too long, and that he really, really does want to be kissed by me, possibly be given anything by me. That is the clincher.

I stroke the bare skin of his back, holding him so close to me. "And I always want you to have it," I say in return, scattering slow kisses from his temple down to his jaw and then back to his mouth, worshipping him just a little. Because he should be. He should know what it feels like to be treasured and cared for and...wanted.

"Love kissing you," I tell him, lips sliding against his, so he knows that his words are welcome. I brush his mouth with one kiss after another, tongue flicking over his lower lip, teasing his lips apart even though I know I don't need to. I know I'm welcome. These loving gestures are going to be the easy part, I think, still running my hand over his back and up his neck. It's what comes after that's going to be hard. I let him breathe while my fingers caress his cheek again.

This new skin he's exposed, it's got to be fragile and easily torn. I don't want to hurt him. I do want to show him it can be good and *consensual* but God, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't worried about even the thought of something going wrong, of making his nightmares even worse. Right now though, right now we can have this.
Cordelia Chase: Calm zenqueen_cordette on January 1st, 2008 09:12 pm (UTC)
Ugh. Okay, after tonight and all that shit I don't think perfection is something I'm gonna be able to reach. Damn. Well, I know that no one is gonna notice anyway, cause I always look good. Except possibly not when laying in a hospital bed and having the evil and stuff of the world flashing before you. But hey, not like anyone else could look good doing that.

So no one's gonna notice a bit of none perfection. With the possible exception of my boys, who know better then to say something. Hah. I got them so well trained. You betcha. At least when it comes to this. But what happens the next time we poke at something like this? I mean, Wes so isn't the only one who's build like tons of walls around him.

He is the only one brave enough to let them crack when we're around. Not sure if I could do such a thing. Not just now, not even with Angel and Wes around. Yeah, I trust them but... anyway...

Hair? Done. Make-up? That *is* perfection. Oh the things you can cover up with the right make up. Smile? Little on the wobbly side but we'll work on that. Eyes? Yeah, okay the make up helps but we'll need to work on getting that certain light back. I'll get there, I think as I open the bathroom door and-- stop short.

Looks like that smile is back, I think a few seconds later. I watch my boys kiss oh so gentle and soft and *caring*. I'm not sure who needs this more, Angel or Wes. I do know that they need this little it of time. I quickly scoot back into the bathroom - after checking the clock, we have an appointment! - and carefully close the door. I'll give them another few moments, then I'll make enough noise for even them to realize I'm so coming out. Somehow I doubt Wes is gonna be dressed by then. Heh.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes/Angel happy S1/2watcher_pryce on January 1st, 2008 09:13 pm (UTC)
That sounds a bit like a spoiled child doesn't it? A bit greedy and a whole lot selfish. I don't even realize it until it's out of my mouth. Always want more of them. I shouldn't ask them for more, I've already asked so much. What with burdening them with all my crap, as Cordelia would say. Which was not my intent, even though I feel strangely better now that they do know. Better and afraid. So, so very afraid.

Angel makes that all disappear. Just as Cordelia did when she kept holding onto me. But I can't go the rest of my life clinging onto them. I have to learn to stand on my own two feet again, have to learn to deal with this. Have to learn... But as Angel's hand slides over my back I also think it can wait. I think I can indulge a little in what he's giving me now.

Especially when he tells me he loves kissing me. I beam up at him. An honest to god, if not shy, beam of a smile. It's being swallowed whole by his kisses, though I can still feel it deep inside me. Groaning into his mouth, I curl my arms even tighter around me, as though I'm afraid he's going to let go any moment now. He doesn't though, just keeps on kissing and touching and holding on.

When we finally pull back so I can breathe, I realize there's still a smile on my face. Maybe not a beaming one, but a softer, gentle and utterly adoring one. "I love you," I whisper, uncurling one hand to cup his face and nearly drowning in those eyes. Not even the loud noises from the bathroom seem to be able to tear me out of it, almost as though he's got me hypnotized.

I have to tell Cordelia later on that I love her too. I couldn't have done this without either of them. And it's a frightening though to realize I need both of them now to keep on going. At least until I find my place in the world, or even in this relation ship again. My footing if you will. I couldn't have asked for two better people at my side though. Ever.
Keep Me: ang curious_keep_me on January 2nd, 2008 04:22 am (UTC)
"Love you, too," I say quietly, sensing he needs to hear those words as well as be kissed and reassured about us. I might not have said it back right away some other time - still hasn't quite sunken in that we're saying that to each other now - but it's something he needs, so I do.

Not letting him go so much yet, either. Not even when Cordy opens the bathroom door with a lot of fanfare and enthusiasm. I glance over though and she- she looks good. Looks like she's got her mask on, but she looks good as she always does whenever she wears...clothes.

"It's Wes' fault. He distracted me," I say giving him a teasing smile and running a hand over his back again. I'm not the one who's not ready though, so I don't actually need an excuse for still being one of the ones sitting here with Wes on the bed.

"Maybe you should try encouraging him to get dressed," I say, looking at Cordelia totally innocently while kissing Wes' temple. "You like being in bed with me, don't you, Wes?" I add just as innocently. I think both of us would rather stay here together tonight. Why do we have to see this client? There's going to be a catch, I just know it, and then Cordy's going to be completely disappointed about Hawaii, and there's going to be nothing I can do about it. I don't want to see her disappointed any more than I want to see Wes disappointed.
Cordelia Chase: hah you wish!queen_cordette on January 2nd, 2008 05:01 am (UTC)
Okay, and that's enough. I think I've given them plenty of 'moments' by now, even more then the what I was planning of giving them. Time to get going, meetings to keep, places to go. And so on, and so on. When I open the door though with a lot of noise and making sure they know I'm coming out? They're still doing the eye gazing kissing thing.

Huff. No. Really. Huff. Lots of it. I raise my eyebrow at both of them, having to tamper down on a smile when I notice the look on both of their faces. I wouldn't say it was happy, how could they be happy in light of what Wes told us just now. But they look-- sheepish.

As they should! My arms cross over my ample boobs as my eyebrows raise even more. "What part of 'I expect you to be dressed' did you guys have trouble with? Huh?" And Angel's innocent act so isn't helping. Even though Wes' blushing is cute, especially when he realizes he'd gonna have to get out of bed, naked, with *both* of us standing right here.

Yeah, you shoulda thought of that before, eh, bucko? But since I'm against Wes getting uncomfy at the moment? I guess we'll have to find something for that as well. "Encourage him to get dresses? Okay. Wes," I say sternly, giving him a look to match as my head swivels over to him, "get your cute behind out of bed and get friggen dressed."

I bet he likes being in bed with Angel. Huff and more huff. "If we miss this meeting," I rant on, sliding past them both with a flip of my hair and moving into the living room - that'll ought to make Wes more comfy, now if only Angel would get that too ha ha, yeah right. "There's gonna be hell to pay!"
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Glasses Curiouswatcher_pryce on January 2nd, 2008 05:04 am (UTC)
That beaming smile is back. Just hearing those words and I'm beaming. Those are words I've never heard before I met Angel and Cordelia. Those are words I've never thought would ever be said to me. Especially not said and meant. Yes, I'm still feeling very insecure about either or them meaning it when they tell me this. But it's the look in their eye that has me believing, if even for that moment, that they do. Makes my breath hitch everytime one of them does say it.

Not even Cordelia loudly coming out of the bathroom can make that grin slip away. I look up at Angel adoringly until he looks away. No doubt to glance over at Cordelia. Which is when his words sink in. The smile is replaced by a sheepish look of guilt as I glance over at Cordelia as well this time. Taking in her stance and wondering when she'll tap her feet to ad to the impatience she's showing now.

"I'm sorry," I murmur automatically, already moving to get dressed. Except, I'm completely naked while neither of them is. I know, I know it's stupid to be embarrassed about that, or feel ashamed of myself when they both have seen it all already. I'm still feeling very exposed though, so I end up fiddling with the blankets in my lap, feet dangling over the edge.

And despite Angel's teasing, complete with a sweet kiss. And despite Cordelia's bizarrely tactful retreat, my being naked is starting to make me feel more then a little uncomfortable. So I quickly gather my clothes, give Angel a shy if not apologetic smile, and race toward the bathroom, muttering a "I wont be a moment."

It really wont take me more then ten minutes to get dressed. But I end up staring in to the mirror, watching that face staring back at me. Red rimmed eyes, despite the glasses perched on his nose and a new fragility, a new vulnerability I haven't seen before. "Who are you?" I murmur at the reflection, while hoping Cordelia and Angel know. Because I'm feeling a little lost at the moment.
Keep Me: ang stare/stoic_keep_me on January 9th, 2008 02:53 am (UTC)
Wes' retreat is quick and hasty. And I watch every second of it, enjoying his cute behind disappear behind the bathroom door. Too bad it makes me feel guilty. Wanting to do more than just kiss him is making me feel guilty. Like he should never have to have sex again after all that.

Not that he hasn't already with us, but again that makes me feel guilty too. Like we coerced him because he was trying to please us. I sigh and get up off the bed, smoothing out my slacks and straightening my coat. I try to fix the guilty look I know is on my face, but I doubt if I'm going to fool Cordy, I think as I head to the living room after her.

"Do we really have to go to this meeting? What about your visions? We can't just take a hiatus from L.A. because we feel like it. Your visions are important," I say, shoving my hands in my pockets while we wait for Wes. "And what about...?" I say more quietly motioning toward the bathroom, guilt definitely showing now. He's not going to just up and leave and have a vacation when he's so vulnerable like this.

I start to pace a little in the hallway. There's really not good space in her apartment for pacing. Really. I need room. "Thank you for... for staying with him," I say more quietly after awhile. Not like it was a favor or anything, but I hope she knows what I mean. I know he would have been heartbroken if both of us had been gone.
Cordelia Chase: Eyebrowraisequeen_cordette on January 9th, 2008 05:28 am (UTC)
The moment Angel slides into the living room I can like totally read him like a book. Don't even need to get Wes to translate. That's guilt face he's got there. I hate guilt face. I do, I totally, completely, hate, hate guilt face. Course I doubt I'm any better. Question is if Angel is having the same guilt as me. Did we push Wes to do anything he didn't want to? Did we force him? Not that Wes would think so, but what if we did? And what's gonna happen now?

Vacation, that's what.

Which is why Angel gets a narrowed eyed look as I move over to him. One finger jabs at him and his broody, whiny ways. "Yeah, what about them? Yeah we can, and yeah they are." See? I can do perfect order. And the powers can go screw themselves. The visions may be important, but so are *we*. And for once? *We* are gonna come first. Besides, - and geeze, I hope not - the visions will go where I go. Anyway, LA did a few hundred years without Angel, it can do without him for a week.

I glance at the bathroom when Angel motions over to the door there, a sad smile momentarily playing my lips. "He's the reason we're going. He needs a break, away from here, get his mind of things." Or course we need a break too. Angel and me do. And what better way then Hawaii! Sun, beach, cute drinks, hot boy-- Oh wait, I'm brining my own. Hot boys in great looking swimsuits. Moonlight for Angel.

Angel's voice pulls me out of my happy thoughts and bringing me back to the here and now. Yeah, just where I want to be. With my guys. Now of only one of them would not do the broody guilt thing that'd be great. "Like I was gonna leave him alone," I snort, already holding up a hand to keep him from protesting.

"My apartment and Dennis appreciate *you* leaving though, Angel. And so does Wes. You know what was gonna happen, what with the cooped up anger you were carrying around and all." And then I'd have two broody guilt guys on- oh. Wait. I do anyway.

"And for the record, Angel?" I add, opening the front door when I hear the bathroom door open. Best get moving and don't give them time to think. "We're *going*."
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Glasses Curiouswatcher_pryce on January 9th, 2008 05:30 am (UTC)
Staring at my reflection isn't getting me any answers. It's as if a big gaping hole that's been inside me has been filled up. Only to have another hold appear. One that may not be as big, and is most certainly not as defined. I don't know where this hole comes from. But it makes me feel more then a little guilty for missing the other one. Because the other hole I knew how to handle, knew how to act, knew what people thought of me, knew what... and now I don't.

Telling Angel and Cordy about-about this was a good thing. I don't doubt that. But now that I have, it's as though my entire being has shifted. I'm not whom I was, or thought I was, and am not quite sure how to handle that. What to do with it. How to act. Is what happened to me really what Angel said it was? Do they actually love me enough to want me around despite that? And why would they? I'm getting a headache from all the questions and theories going on in my mind.

Perhaps getting dressed is better, at least if I concentrate on that I'll keep my mind occupied. No time for a shower, Cordelia will have my hide for keeping the client waiting. So instead I wash up at the sink, have a quick shave and then get dressed. By the time I'm done, there's another man staring back at me from the mirror. Pushing my glasses up, I sigh and shake my head. This one's a bit more recognizable, but still...

Smoothing out my clothes, I step out of the bathroom and tentatively move into the living room. Seems we're already on our way, no time for thinking. Bless them. Do they really know me that well? Astonishing. I quickly join Angel, following after Cordelia. And if that thought doesn't make me grin. Or well, try to. Even that feels...strange. New.

"Following our Queen," I murmur, moving to walk a bit closer to Angel. Wonder if he feels suffocating by my sudden clinging. Or what passes for clinging in my case. But I've missed him, worried about him. Cordelia has too, I know, she just handles things better it seems.

"Are you sure you're alright?" I ask Angel, as we hurry to catch up with Cordy who's doing the impatient feet-tapping her by the car.
Keep Me: ang alley_keep_me on January 10th, 2008 02:54 am (UTC)
It's on the tip of my tongue to protest everything she says, and I'm kind of wondering why Dennis and the apartment appreciated me leaving. Did she think I couldn't control myself? I could have. I would have been fine! I don't know if I should be offended, or if I should be happy that she cared enough to think about it, even though I would have been fine.

Have to stop pacing though when there's the click of the bathroom door followed by the click of the front door opening. I turn to follow Cordelia if only to keep Wes from guessing that I was pacing there in the hallway. Plus, you know I still might have things to say about what she said. I might!

Wes catches up quick though, and I find myself focusing on him rather than Cordy's plotting or her ordering me around. My hand goes automatically to ghost along the small of his back when he comes up close and murmurs in my ear. I don't even think about the possibility that people might see us, but it's dark, so what's to see? I huff out a breath of protest at Wes' comment. But my lips seem to be curling up at one corner. Walking so close to him, I can smell his shaving cream, the damp trace of water and tears. Still my Wes though.

"I'm alright," I reassure Wes, unlocking the car for him and Cordelia, motioning one of them to get in while I go around to the other side. "I'd be better if we weren't going to this meeting," I grumble to myself as they both pile in and get their seatbelts on.

"Where are we going again?" I direct the question to Cordy before pulling away from the curb. Hopefully, this won't last long. Wes should get some more rest. He's probably not even all the way over his cold!
Cordelia Chase: I'm always rightqueen_cordette on January 10th, 2008 05:30 am (UTC)
See? That's how it works. Lay down the lines and the rules, make sure they wont be able to protest and it gets things done. Only way to handle these guys. Now if only Angel would get that instead of constantly wanting to protest every friggen idea I have. It's almost as if he does it because *I* want something. Bet if Wes wanted it, he'd be on a plan and off to Hawaii before we even say peep.

Not that I'm jealous or anything... Oh. Oh! If I can get Wes on my side then Angel wont stand a chance. And since Wes said Angel and I needed a rest sometimes, from the fighting and the visions, he'd be all over that. I'll just have to bring subtle...like. Sort of. Dammit, why can't Angel be with the logical sense making and see that we all need a vaca!

Getting into the car, letting Wes go first, I ignore Angel's childish mutterings. When did he turn into a five year old? Bah. No really. Bah. Two hundred and whatever years old and this is how he behaves. I love the guy, I really do, but.... yeah. Sometimes... Anyway, Wes in the middle. That way we can both keep an eye on him, cause yeah, still hearing the 'protect!' screams from my inner voice.

"Caritas," I murmur, "you know the place Wes found." At their looks I sigh and roll my eyes. "The guy *is* a demon you know. One of them that looks human enough to pass for one. Now, get going or we'll be late. We'll miss the opportunity to go to Hawaii. For free. For a week or so. In a very luxurious vacation resort." Yes, that may have sounded a little wistfully. Still, there's a hopeful look on my face as I glance over at Wes.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: yellow shirt slight smile S1/2watcher_pryce on January 10th, 2008 05:31 am (UTC)
There's a distinct brush of cold air between Cordelia and Angel I notice. Again, I might add. What is with these two? This is my fault isn't it? They were getting along just fine before I dumped all my...crap on them. And now look. Angel's close to brooding and Cordelia is getting moody. My eyes dart from Angel to Cordelia as we move toward the car. There I wait for Cordy to get in, but she obviously wants me to go first. Either they both want to do the mother bear thing of protection. Or They don't want to sit next to each other.

Though the first would be embarrassing, I'm guessing it's probably the second. I wonder what I all missed when I was sleeping. Still, I reach out to take hold of Cordelia's hand while Angel jogs around the car to get in himself. The moment he does, my hand finds its way to his knee. It's almost as though by touching them, I can make myself believe they've not vanished and I'm not alone. I hope they don't think I'm clinging onto them. Much. I am, aren't I?

"Pardon? What? Hawaii?" That's a first I've heard of it. And the more I hear, the higher my eyebrows climb. Going to Hawaii, for free, in some resort? What? Its like starting out in the middle of a book and missing the entire plot. Still, Cordelia looks like she's excited about it, which makes me smile.

"I hear Hawaii is very beautiful. A lot of culture as well. Lovely place, I've always wanted to see it," I offer, glancing over at Angel. Who looks less then pleased with either the meeting, or the job. Or both? Goodness. There's probably a catch, that's what he must be thinking. There's always a catch.

"Have you ever been to Hawaii, Angel?" I ask, trying to smooth things over with my lack of small talk. "Despite the sun, I mean. I hear it's gorgeous at night as well."
Keep Me: ang curious_keep_me on January 10th, 2008 11:35 pm (UTC)
It surprises me - pleasantly of course - when Wes' hand finds my knee once I'm in the car. I cover his hand briefly with mine before pulling away from the curb to hopefully encourage him to keep it there. I could use a little grounding and I could definitely use a lot of Wes touching after what I ran into tonight. Plus, a warm hand on my person is never a bad thing.

I glance over at Cordy feeling slightly - only slightly - guilty for protesting all her plans. Somebody's got to keep their head on straight here! We can't just go rushing off places without thinking about things. Okay, so that's not normally my MO, but I've got Wes and Cordy to think about. Well, to think about in a more personal sense. What if we were getting led right into a trap for me and they got dragged down in it. Someone's got to think about these things.

This Caritas place, it's- I've only been there to let Wes talk to an informant once, I think. I remember where it is, but...kinda day-glo inside, and man, they better not expect me to do any of that karaoke-ing. "Hmm?" I say, realizing Wes is talking. And sounding pretty interested in this Hawaii idea. Huh. Wasn't expecting that.

"No, never been," I say, keeping my eyes on the road. Yeah, I try to steer clear of places that these days you generally fly to. The whole cargo ship thing isn't really fun, since it takes ages. Plus once I got to this side of the States, I was kind of preoccupied and not really into giving myself 'me time' that involved fancy tropical locations. It's also better for things like me to stay where it's densely populated so people don't start suspecting things. They probably have butcher shops in Hawaii though, I guess. "I'm sure it's nice though," I say, trying to get into the spirit since...obviously we're going. And Wes sounds pretty cute when he's talking about wanting to go there. Cordy's used to those kinds of fancy places, but I bet Wes has never taken a vacation in his life.

"You ever been, Cordy?" I ask, turning the last corner before Caritas comes into view.
Cordelia Chase: Moi?queen_cordette on January 12th, 2008 07:48 am (UTC)
Huh. Wow. Enthusiasm. Or you know, the Wes version of enthusiasm. Especially after the night he's had. Geeze. Yeah, he really, really needs some time off. And going to a place that'll give me the luxury I so totally should have, and has Wes this interested? Two out of three. We're so going.

Hah. Still don't know why Angel's so totally against it. It's almost as if he's protesting anything I say just for the sake of protesting? Or maybe he's trying to push me away. Doesn't really want *me*. Okay, not a thought I wanna be having. I'm sure it's not that. Probably the whole Wes thing, yeah, probably the whole Wes thing. Not like he was doing it before that. Yeah, he so was.

Besides, how can Angel not know how much Wes is clinging onto us? I mean, our Wes? Not with the public displays of affection. He's more easy going toward me then Angel for...well, obvious why that is. But there he is, putting his hand down on Angle's leg. Which is cute and all, but... we have to be careful with that.

"They have like really great flowers there. There's an exhibition this year on exotica flowers. In Maui," I add, cause both Angel and me know how much Wes loves flowers. Even if he's trying to hide. So that light in his eyes? Total score for me. We are going to friggen Hawaii even if it kills me. "And it's really close by to Los Angeles, did you know that? Short flight, we could fly at night," I say, emphasizing the latter.

"I've been, it's great. Great for tanning, partying, laying on the beach," flirting with the pretty boy, that I don't need to do that. Already got my pretty boys. "I used to go horseback riding for hours on my horse." My face falls as it usually does when I remember the IRS taking everything away from us. Even... "I miss Keanu."
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes smile green shirt S1/2watcher_pryce on January 12th, 2008 07:49 am (UTC)
"Oh, pity." I suppose he couldn't have gone everywhere, no matter how, erm, old he is. Then again, he's not done much since he came to America, the chronicles at the Watcher's Academy told us. When he got his soul back Angel stayed underground. I doubt he did much sniffing up culture and the likes at all. But Hawaii...it's beautiful there. The nature alone.

And flowers apparently. I smile over at Cordelia, suddenly realizing what's going on. She trying very hard to convince *me* that its great there and we really ought to accept this job and go there. Angel must've said no, or something close to it. That makes me glance over at Angel who indeed looks even more down then usual. Couldn't have anything to with what... No, can't be.

In either case, it seems I'm stuck in the middle again. Sighing, I drop my chin in my chest and listen to Cordelia tell us about Hawaii. She must've really liked it there whenever they went on vacation. We often forgot that Cordelia went from riches to rags, must not be easy on her. Especially with her love for...material things. Or horses. Why am I not surprised she had her own horse?

"I'm sure he's fine horse, love." Or was? No, not was. They probably took him away. If he were literally gone, Cordy would've been more devastated. "Hawaii sounds like a lovely place. Especially the exhibit." That *does* sound very exciting. I'm sure it'll be just as lovely in the moonlight. And they have a lot of beaches as well. They both seem to love that. Not to mention that the word 'vacation' has me oddly giddy. I've never been on a...a vacation. Doesn't that remind me of what I've just blathered out to them both. God.

"Here we are," I murmur when Caritas comes into sight. You wouldn't say it on the outside, but it really is one of the most popular places in Los Angeles. Not just for the demon population. And the no violence rule is a grand success. "Are we still on time?" I ask when I see Cordelia checking her watch as she gets out.
Keep Me: ang stare/stoic_keep_me on January 13th, 2008 05:40 pm (UTC)
"They probably have horseback riding on the beach," I say quietly on my side of the car, trying, trying to get into this idea of us going. But only if the deal is sound. I don't want any surprises. We do it our way, and I don't want whoever is making this too-good-to-be-true deal to be pulling anything new at us when we get there. We get all the details now. None of this 'oh, you'll see when you get there,' crap.

I curl my hand a little tighter around the steering wheel, still worrying that this could be some kind of set-up, that this could be another Wolfram and Hart plot that'll get them both killed this time. Pulling up to the curb and parking, I cover Wes' hand on my knee before he can take it away and give it a little squeeze before letting him remove his hand.

The both get out, Cordelia definitely checking her watch again and giving me a look that says, "Hurry up!" before I'm around the car and with them as we walk into Caritas. At least they've got that no violence thing going for them.

"English muffin!" comes a cry from the bar as soon as we enter, and there's The Host clamoring over to meet us. Good thing this is the top guy that Wes knows around here. Otherwise I'd be worried. Not that I have anything against green demons, but this one? Seems just a little kooky. Especially with the nicknames.
Cordelia Chase: pretty shorter hairqueen_cordette on January 14th, 2008 05:07 am (UTC)
"And the handsome crumb cake *and* the lovely, delightful Cordelia," Lorne continued, arms up in the air already for a hug. "Sweetie, you're looking ravishing as ever." And for a moment I have no idea whom exactly he means until I get a hug. Heh. Yeah, of course he means me. And of course he'd still say that if I were totally covered in slime. He's Lorne! Still, a compliment is a compliment and I know how to take one.

"Thanks so much, Lorne," I smile widely at him, hand coming up to make sure my hair's still the way I want it to be. "You're looking very..." Bright? Loud? Flashy? "...extravagant this evening."

He preens at the compliment, looking very smug with himself. He moves to give hugs to both Wes and Angel as well, just like The Host loves to do. Can't help but giggle a bit at the look on both their faces, this flee of flight uncomfy look. Now as long as Angel doesn't get out his inner caveman and Wes doesn't do this... why is Lorne staring at Wes?

"You okay there, Muffin?" he asks, frowning at the three of us. Whoa. Wait, wait, didn't you have to sing for him to see anything? Or is that an aura thing? Not liking the aura thing!

"He's fine," I assure The Host, distracting him away from my boys. Neither of them like attention so I'm taking it away. "We're here to meet someone. A mister..." I pull out the paper I had it written on and hope I pronounce it right, "Makulakikulaikekeke?" Geeze.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes white shirt glasseswatcher_pryce on January 14th, 2008 05:07 am (UTC)
"Oh our friendly not so neighborhoodly Kamica demon," The Host nods, a hand waving into the direction of a secluded corner. Looks like our client is either very recluse or a bit paranoid.

"He's been asking about you for an hour now. Glad you cookies showed up, cause I was about to give you a ring otherwise!" Lorne goes on, leading us toward the table. "So what can I get you delightful sugar cones to drink?"

I shuffle after Cordelia who's walking resolutely toward the table with a confidence I bet a lot of people wished they only had half of. I know I would love to have even a fraction of the confidence Cordelia and Angel both seem to have. I stick close to her while glancing behind me to make sure Angel's still with us. Yes, I seem to be even more inclined to cling onto them now that there are a lot of others around us.

"Mister Makulakikulaikekeke," Lorne starts, the name easily rolling off his tongue. "here are the people you've been asking for. So the usual pink for my fair lady?" he goes on, looking at Cordelia who nods before she pulls out the charms on this chap.

"And you two handsome hunks?"

"Ah, Uhm, just," water? I could do with something stronger by now. I'd better watch it though, no getting drunk. "Whiskey please. With a lot of ice."

Slinking past Lorne, I plaster on a smile and reach for this fellows hand when Cordelia introduces us. "Very nice to meet you, Sir," I murmur, waiting for Cordelia to sit down before doing so myself.
Keep Me: ang stare/stoic_keep_me on January 20th, 2008 03:17 am (UTC)
Oh, thank god, no more hugging. Lorne is awfully exuberant about that, and I think there might have been a little groping. Not in a bad way, he just gets excited, I think. Plus, I've got some kind of mystical energy or something, I think he told me last time I was here, so it gives him good mojo to rub elbows with me. I didn't really think he meant literally.

My eyes are keeping careful track of Cordelia and moreso of Wesley as we head over to this Kamica demon. Kind of rare, I think they are. I watch the pleasantries, shaking my head at Lorne to say I don't need a drink.

"Angel," I say, by way of introduction, but he appears not to need any, his face lighting up right away. Okay, sometimes? I wish not *everbody* knew about me. See, that's Angelus' thing, the notoriety, but definitely not me.

My eyes glance over to both Wes and Cordelia waiting to see what's going to happen next. "Thank you, thank you for meeting with me, thank you," he adds again, kind of seeming like he might be a nice guy- err, demon. But I'm not just going along with everything yet. He'd better spill the details.

"My resort, it's been having some problems recently," he starts to explain, and I can hear a faint Asian accent to his words. Makes me wonder how old this guy actually might be.

"None of my people can get rid of these disturbances," he says with frustration before his face lights up again as Lorne personally brings over the drinks. Huh. I wonder if this guy is some sort of big shot somewhere. "You must help," he urges, taking his drink from Lorne.
Cordelia Chasequeen_cordette on January 20th, 2008 12:55 pm (UTC)
Wes being his overly polite self? Check. Angel being his overly brooding self? Check. At least he's not looming over our new client. I woulda kicked his ass if he'd done that. Half the time he doesn't even know he's doing the looming thing, I know, but people get scared! And what we don't need is a scared customer who's obviously loaded and willing to play!

Hello? We need the money. And the vacation. We so need the vacation.

"That's what we're here for," I tell mister un-pronounceable name guy, bright smile still in place. Not even the headache and the exhaustion I feel is gonna be taking that smile away. "We help the helpless. That's us."

Un-pronounceable name guy nods and looks a little more relieved. "That is me," he agrees ruefully, "helpless. None have been able to," he sighed, nodding his thanks when Lorne comes to bring the drinks.

Himself? Lorne himself binging the drinks? Okay, that makes me take a good look at un-pronounceable name guy again. Kinda on the small side, looks boring and drab, can pass as a human. Dweeb of a human but... Aha! David Nabbit like kinda. He's so loaded.

"Just talk to Mister Wyndam-Pryce here," I tell the guy - demon - demon guy, "he's totally our expert on all things ghosty. If he can't help you no one can!" A little over exaggerating always works wonders. Besides, it's true. If Wes don't know it? No one does. So there.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes bookswatcher_pryce on January 20th, 2008 12:56 pm (UTC)
"Cordelia," I murmur, feeling myself blush a bright red. Pulling on the collar of my shirt, I clear my throat and tentatively glance over at Angel. Wanting to see if he thinks the same or if he's still being skeptical. If he is then it's probably about my being able to get rid of these phenomenon's at that resort as well no doubt.

"There are three," the Kamica demon starts to tell, leaning in closer after Lorne brought our drinks.

"Yes... Oh, thank you Lorne." Nodding encouragingly at the Kamica demon, I pull out my note pad and pencil. He's still whispering his story, the fear obviously in the tone of his voice as well as the annoyance.

Pushing up my glasses I keep nodding, humming whenever he pauses to indicate that - yes, I'm still listening - while I scribble down anything I think might be relevant. I don't realize he'd done for some time until I look up and see three faces staring at me.

"And?" the Kamica demon asks after some nervous fidgeting from both of us. "Can you help?"

"Well," I murmur, picking up my glass of whiskey and taking a sip. "It'll be a bit difficult but-- and I'll have to do some research of course and-and it wont be uhm-- I'll need both of my associates too, you understand."

I'm babbling. Wonderful. It sounds like a relevant simple case of exorcism, except that I think these three ghosts are bound. I *could* do it alone, but there's no bloody way I'm going anywhere without Angel and Cordelia. "And it's going to take a bit of time as well, you realize. Several rituals and-and things. Uhm.... Angel what do you think?"
Keep Me: ang stare/stoic_keep_me on January 22nd, 2008 03:19 am (UTC)
I can just see the wheels turning in Cordelia's head as she calculates how much this guy is worth, and what percentage of that we should be having for this job.

There's a small smile forming on my lips at that thought but I quickly smooth it away when the client looks at me again as if thinking I'll be the one to reassure him that Cordy's telling the truth. We do help the hopeless. And the helpless. But- Anyway. I give him a bit of a nod and then Cordy lays it on thick, parading our demon expert extraordinaire, a bit like he's a show pony and I can't help feeling that small smirk again when Wes blushes.

God, he's attractive when he blushes. Probably just a me thing, but hey, vampires like blood. Can't help it. I also can't help but be charmed by all-business Wes. See now this is how we get the customers. Cordelia is the shiny bauble that draws them in and Wes is soft, secure blanket that they want to cling to. Me, I'm just the guy in the shadows.

So I absolutely give Wes the go-ahead nod, mostly because I do want to hear what he has to say. If he thinks it's not do-able then he'll say so. He's not one to lead a client, or Cordy and I, on.

Now would be one of those times I want to touch Wes in public. Just a hand on the shoulder to get that babbling under control. As adorable as I find it, I know it embarrasses him. But no can do. The hand on his shoulder would probably embarrass him more and lead to stuttering or speechlessness.

"I think that if we do this, we do this our way, with no interference from any of your people, Mr. Makulakikulaikekeke. And we have access wherever we need access." I don't like surprises. And I'm not wearing a Hawaiian shirt. "Whatever Mr. Wyndham-Pryce says, goes," I add for good measure. "What do you say, Mr. Makulakikulaikekeke?"

Cordy really better negotiate for this guy paying for the supplies too. I am so not buying any more of that Gak demon bile for $25 a bottle when we only use it once or twice and it goes bad in a month. If this guy's as helpless as he seems, then he'll help us do the best job that we can.
Cordelia Chase: Eyebrowraisequeen_cordette on January 22nd, 2008 05:34 am (UTC)
You know? I get the feeling that Wes coulda probably be doing this job alone? Just do some magical mumbo jumbo stuff, do something showy and shiny and he'll be done. Not that I *really* know that, but I've seen Giles and Wes both do the ghost-be-gone thing and it doesn't usually take that long. Doesn't take much with the assisting either. And yet, he goes out of his way to make sure that Angel and me come along, that demon guy knows it'll take some time *and* that there will be like several rituals.

That's gonna cost demon guy. I'm so proud, I trained him great! Wes, I mean. If it were just him and Angel? I'm sure he woulda written out the ritual for demon guy here and gave him the address to some witch doctor he knows from so and so and heard was good and blah blah blah. Which would be good, cause no one is as good as Wes. I mean, even Giles calls for translations and stuff! Yeah, okay, once, but still.

And Wes is babbling. I smile brightly at demon guy and reach out to put my hand over Wes. He's even doing the tapping his feet under the table thing. Not as steady after what happened this evening as he'd like us and himself to believe I guess. My hand moves to his leg instead, putting it on Wes' knee and squeezing it a bit. The smile toward mister demon never leaves my face though.

"What Mister Angel is saying," I translate, cause he's being his demanding, broody, looming self again. Well, that and the fact that Hawaiian demon guy is looking at him with wide eyed confusion. "That we'll take the case. Now..."

I lean in, grab Wes notepad and flip the pages so *his* notes don't get in the way of mine. Besides, Wes seems to always freak out when I write on something he's written on. Sheesh. "Lets talk about our fee, the expenses, the accommodation, when we'll be going..." For a start. I intent to get as much out of this deal as I can! We earned it, all three of us. And I can't help but smile over at Angel a bit for going along with us on this Hawaii deal.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Glasses Curiouswatcher_pryce on January 22nd, 2008 05:35 am (UTC)
The babbling makes me nervous, and I usually only babble when I'm nervous. Lovely vicious circle if you will. The crowd in here however is making me nervous. After what happened this evening I still feel naked and vulnerable in a way I've never felt before. What I'd like to do is make sure both Angel and Cordelia are close by, keep an eye on them...touch them to make sure. Which is why I'm getting a little agitated when I can't touch Angel, people would notice. And I'm to afraid to touch Cordelia... Angel might notice. Would he be jealous?

Cordelia doesn't seem to care and I try not to let a too relieved sigh out when I feel her hand on my knee. It calms me down in a way I hadn't thought possible only a few days ago. What also calms me down is the way Angel talks about me. As though I'm the expert around here, or even worse, the boss of our whole operation. Of course I'm not, Angel is by name. Cordelia is probably when it comes to everything else, what with her nose for business. She gets the money in, ensures us all staying alive. Or none-alive, whichever.

"Everything of course will be paid for," Mister Makulakikulaikekeke assures us when Cordelia is grabbing my note pad to start the negotiations.

She doesn't need me for that, nor Angel I'm guessing. So I tune them out and reach for my drink, still feeling my body shake a bit. Belated reaction probably, my analytical mind tells me. Nothing to worry about. All you did was tell Angel and Cordelia the sorry story of your life, including all the sordid details and that... I cannot believe I did that. I cannot believe they haven't kicked me out, or ran away, or look at me with disgust.

I barely notice it until it's almost to late that Mister Makulakikulaikekeke has gotten up and is holding out his hand. Quickly getting myself, I plaster a hopefully reassuring smile on my face and reach out to shake his hand.

"I will see you soon, Mister Wyndam-Pryce," he tells me seriously, "with your expertise I'm sure the problem will be solved within no time. My life and the existence of my resort depends on it."

Oh. Wonderful. So there's no pressure or anything. "Ah... Yes," I murmur, having no real idea how to reach to that. So instead I nod, let Cordelia do the fast talking while she walked him over to...wherever they're going. I hope she wont be gone to long, I need her within eyesight. I need to keep an eye on her. Angel's not leaving to is he?

"Where are they going?" I ask, sitting down and unconsciously scooting over and closer to Angel.
Keep Me: ang curious_keep_me on January 24th, 2008 05:09 am (UTC)
You know, this whole Hawaii thing might be worth it just for that tiny little smile of thanks from Cordelia. Okay, so really it was a smile of approval, but at least it wasn't a smug smile, or a self-righteous smile. She actually kind of seemed proud or pleased that I was going along with this crazy scheme.

And it's definitely kind of a scheme. Wes could probably have told the guy over the phone how to do it and what they'd need. But he worked it so that we're all involved and so that we'll get to stay a little while. I'm going to pretend that we need to go just to make sure it gets done right and that nobody else gets hurt. It makes me feel better to think of it that way anyway. Still not really comfortable taking payment for things. It's just not... It's not what heroes do. Unless, of course, they have human employees who need to be paid so they can be housed and fed. Guess it kind of cuts down on costs now though when you're all living together. Or will be if we ever get Wes to give up his place.

I shake Mr. M's hand as he gets up with Cordelia to talk shop. I'm guessing she's going to be talking accommodations and airfare, etc.

Sitting back down, I notice Wes is a lot closer than before, and I subtly slip my hand over his knee under the table, giving it a comforting rub. "Hmm?" I say looking at him and then realizing there was a question. "To seal the deal?" I say, shrugging and continuing to lightly rub his knee. "She'll be right back," I add when I realize Wes may be uncomfortable without the both of us around, just like he looked when I came back to the apartment before.

"Looking forward to Hawaii?" I ask him, my thumb moving idly in small circles.
Cordelia Chase: Calm zenqueen_cordette on January 24th, 2008 03:08 pm (UTC)
This guy is easy. Or, you know, desperate. Wonder if there's more to these ghosts then he's telling? Or maybe doesn't know. Eh, I'm sure Wes'll figure it out when we get to Hawaii. I mean, one of those voodoo guys Mister un-pronounceable name has shoulda figured it out, so there's gotta be something more. Or they're just stupid amateurs. Which we're so totally not. We got Angel to hit things, Wes to figure things out and be with the magic and me to... See things and keep my boys safe.

Yeah, like I actually can. But I'm gonna damn well try my best.

Anyway, after saying goodbye to our client who was fast to get outta here, I can't help but grin. That was kinda easy! I was expecting Angel to put up more of a fight, what with the way he was totally against anything I said. But he didn't, so maybe he's finally seeing that what this crew needs? Is a vacation! To Hawaii! Yeah, I love Hawaii, I missed those luxury resorts we used to stay when I was a kid. Daddy really shouldn't have messed with his taxes.

Folding up the note carefully, signed and sealed so to speak, I put it in my purse and walk back to the table. Where Wes is looking a bit anxious and Angel's trying to look comfortable. Which he doesn't do very well with anyone. Except Wes it seems. And me, I feel kinda better when Angel's around. He's our anchor right now, after everything that happened. All those people, so helpless and we can't help them all

Shaking of those visions that still haunt me sometimes at night, I put my brightest smile on and slip back in the booth. Yeah, I notice where Angel's hand is, I know no one else is cause no one's paying attention. But if I were to? Wes would do this squirmy proper thing and that would hurt Angel. So I'm ignoring it.

"All arranged," I grin at them, "We're flying over tomorrow night. Hawaii is really close by, gonna be a short flight."
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: brown sweater looking down smile S2/3watcher_pryce on January 24th, 2008 03:09 pm (UTC)
I don't like it when both of them aren't here. Just like I didn't like it when Angel wasn't there when I woke up. Oh I understand where he was and what he was doing. I'm not a complete naive idiot, not anymore. But when I can't have both of them in my line of vision, making sure they're alright Making sure they're still here it makes me uneasy.

"Oh..." I mutter at Angel's reply, feeling sort of stupid. Of course that's where she went, I should've known that. Taking a deep breath, I let it out in a long sigh as I twirl my glass of whiskey around between my fingers. One sip gets taken, and another before I have to force myself to put it down. Draining the glass in one go isn't going to solve anything. And getting drunk isn't going to make me feel better in the long run. They're still here, there's still with me and I should get rid of the idea that they'll leave me. But doesn't everyone?

Angel's hand on my leg prevents it from bouncing up and down in an equally nervous way as I glance in the direction Cordelia had vanished. Still no sight of her, she should be right back though. Right back. Should she even be out there alone? Alright, now you're getting hysterical, Pryce. This is a none violent bar and Cordelia *can* take care of herself, remember?

"What?" This time it's my turn to almost miss the question. My head wipes around to stare at Angel confused until I realize he asked about Hawaii. "Oh, Well... I think so. It's-it's a job of course," I nod, trying not to give in to this un-comfortable feeling I have. They should both be here. I want them both in my line of vision, want to make sure they're both alright.

"I-I hear it's a beautiful place though," I add, trying to sound more enthusiastic. Which I am, getting away from Los Angeles seems like the thing to do right now. If only, I realize when Cordelia comes back and announced we'll be leaving tomorrow... it didn't involve flying. Flying. Yes, point out that you're afraid of flying and look even more pitiful in their eyes, Pryce. Nice going.

"T-tomorrow?" I ask, and that certainly wasn't a squeak. I drop one hand on Angel's and reach out for Cordelia's with the other. "So no-no boats going there then?"
Keep Me: ang sad_keep_me on January 25th, 2008 03:41 am (UTC)
Hmm, he doesn't sound all that enthusiastic, but that might have something to do with how distracted and anxious he sounds. I'm wondering if we need to get him back home, right now. Maybe the crowd is getting to him? Or maybe it's my hand on his knee? But he doesn't even seem to register that really.

Cordelia strides back oh-so-confidently and drops the bomb of our departure time on us. That's not enough time! I'm sure we're going to have to make special arrangements for me. It's gotta be like five hours from here to the islands. No way we're going to be able to avoid all sun, I bet. But-

Oh my- Crap. My eyes flicker to Cordy's for a split second of horror over Wes' head. He can't swim *and* he's not a fan (at the very least) of planes? Was this the wrong trip ever for Wes. Hawaii is all about the swimming and the water. And Cordy still wants to go? My instincts were right, we shouldn't be going. This is completely the wrong trip for Wes.

"We don't have to go, Wes," I reassure him when I feel his hand clamp over mine, and feel his heart literally racing. "You know that, right?" I say, looking at Cordelia with a concerned look. I know she wouldn't be happy about that, but I think we'd both agree that if it bothered Wes enough that we'd put him first. I turn my hand over and squeeze his back under the table.

Plus, the last thing I want to do right now is force Wes into anything. Even the thought of forcing Wes makes my stomach turn.
Cordelia Chase: Moi?queen_cordette on January 25th, 2008 05:20 am (UTC)
"Yep, tomorrow. No time wastage, not like we got anything else to do." Well it's not. I mean, we could still be with the sick and lay about in bed all day, but that's not gonna make me feel any better. I doubt it'll make Wes feel better. Angel will probably feel better if we were to do that, if he could he'd tie us to the bed. And not for some fun times either. Sometimes I wonder about my guys.

Like Wes and his boat. Boat? What boat? "Do you know how long it'll take to get there with a boat?" I ask, clueless as to why he'd ask about stupid boats in the first place. Angel on the other hand seems to have come to some sorta confusion. "Besides, you can't swim and you wanna take the boat?" I mean, isn't he afraid of the water or something?

Color *me* confused. Especially when Angel goes on about *not* going if Wes doesn't want to. When did he say that? I knew it. I *knew* it! Angel's just taking any excuse not to go there. Geeze, is anything I say or do or just generally me ways not of the good? Is that it? What's his friggen problem? Getting kinda angry here now and as I glance past Wes to glare at Angel all I get is a look of concern.

"Okay," I say slowly, giving them both a bewildered look of complete confusion now, "What'd I miss? I get the feeling I missed something. What's up?" I'm asking mostly Angel, cause he seems to know what's up. I doubt Wes'll tell us anything right after he poured his heart out. Yeah, I know that doesn't make sense to most people, but that's our Wes for ya.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes glasses looking down S2watcher_pryce on January 25th, 2008 05:21 am (UTC)
"Just because I can't swim doesn't mean I'm afraid of water, Cordelia," I point out, getting a bit testy. It hadn't been the idea for either of them to notice anything. At least Cordelia's still stuck on the water and the idea that if one can't swim one is afraid of water. Angel on the other hand is far to observant for my good. Gets straight to the point, even if he's not saying it out loud.

Taking a deep breath, I press my lips together and hold it in while I count to ten in Sumerian. This is exactly what I didn't want them to do. Notice. Notice that I'm afraid. Of yet another thing. They're going to think I'm to much of a hassle. They're going to think I'm sort of weak, pathetic creature who should be let down slowly and painless. They're going to want to... I'm not, I'm not weak, or pathetic, or-or a hassle. I'm not!

"I want to bloody well go to Hawaii," I say, probably a little more forceful then I had meant it to sound. I glance over at Angel and Chen at Cordelia when she blurts out her confusion. Thank you, do you think you could say that any louder, Cordy? Good bloody god. As I get up I grab my whiskey and knock it down in one gulp. Doesn't make me feel better, maybe I'll need a little bit more. And since I'm up, I might as well get some.

"Nothing's wrong," I almost growl, feeling a blush of shame flush my face and neck. "Everything's fine, we're going to Hawaii, solve the case and have a wonderful time while we're at it. It'll be lovely." If, I think as I slink past Angel to get to the bar, I ever get on the plane in one piece. If I managed to survive the flight from London to here, then I can damn well do the same for the short flight from Los Angeles to Hawaii.

"I'm going to get something more to drink, anyone else want something?"
Keep Me: ang stare/stoic_keep_me on January 27th, 2008 12:40 am (UTC)
Oh, great. Just great. Good one, Cordy. Because blurting out something Wes doesn't even want *me* to know in the middle of a crowded bar is going to go over so well.

I blink. Okay, Wes completely didn't notice that slip. He must really be worried about this plane or flying thing whatever it is that he's so afraid of his heart nearly burst out of his chest when Cordy mentioned it.

I'm so baffled by it that I just let Wes slip by. Maybe a drink *will* calm him down. Not that traveling with a hangover is fun, but... He's obviously not going to talk to us about this. At least not here. I see Lorne making a bee-line for the bar and Wes so maybe - they're friends and all, right? - he'll calm him down a little while I take a shot at calming Cordy down who's looking at me like she'd love to kill me right about now.

Once I think he's out of earshot, I motion Cordy closer. "I think he's got a thing about planes or flying. You should have heard his heartbeat. Terror," I say, giving her a look that say, 'no I was not trying to foil your plans.'

"So any better ideas than flying?" I ask her, slouching back in my chair hopelessly. "You couldn't have wanted to take a roadtrip to the mountains?" I grouse, but without heat. "And you know we're going to have to get me in the baggage compartment somehow if we do convince him to fly," I point out, feeling all kinds of uncomfortable at the idea that I got railroaded into this.

Snagging her pink drink I drain the last of it, and look over at Cordy. Of all the ways this night could have gone, this is not one of them I expected.
Cordelia Chase: Eyebrowraisequeen_cordette on January 27th, 2008 12:08 pm (UTC)
Huh? Okay. I so had enough of this shit. Take a road trip to the mountains. What's his friggen problem! And what's this obsession he seems to have with the baggage traveling? Doesn't he think I'd take care of him? Doesn't he think I would have said we're leaving tomorrow if I hadn't made all the arrangement? I've so had enough of him and the way he's been toward me.

"What is it with you and flying in the baggage compartment?" I ask, my voice dropping dangerously low. "It's a five fucking hour flight, Angel. You afraid the sun will suddenly change his mind and show up just to taunt you?" Cause hey, everything always is about Angel isn't it? Yeah, always about Angel!

"I woulda planned the trip so it would be just the right time for you and your 'sun allergy'. But hey... You know demon resort guy? Caters demons too? I said that right? He has a little air-plane he uses to get them to the resort without much fuss. We're gonna be on that plane tomorrow so if you could drop the grouchy act? Yeah? That'd be great."

Oh screw this, I know what this is all about. I'm not stupid. He's been snipping at me, and grousing at me, and-and putting down *everything* I say while making with the goo-goo eyes at Wes. What? You think I'm stupid? "You know what, Angel? Forget it. You've been snipping and being a total bitch at everything I say for a while now and I've had it. You wanted to be with just Wes? You shoulda said so and that was *my* pink drink asshole!"

Ugh! Grabbing my purse I quickly get up from the seat, heels clicking loudly on the floor as I make my way over the door. My eyes are stinging but I quickly swallow down any kinda tears threatening to want out. Cordelia Chase does not cry. Ever. Not about shit like this. But it hurts. It hurts to think that Angel doesn't like me, or even love me, and think I wouldn't take care of him.

Baggage compartment. Pffft. Well, I found a way for him, now I just have to figure out a way for Wes to get on that damn plane. And pack. See? Too busy to worry about this crap. He doesn't want me, he only wants Wes. But I love both. What am I gonna do?
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes surprise S2watcher_pryce on January 27th, 2008 12:09 pm (UTC)
"Sweet pea what's..."

"Please, Lorne. Not now," I sigh as I approach the bar. Just one drink isn't going to hurt. One drink, I've no intention of getting drunk. and quite possibly I sounded a bit more angry toward Lorne then I meant to, since he's giving me that look again.

"Trouble in paradise already cupcake?" he muses, leaning on the bar with one elbow. "Not that *you* know of yet," he muttered.

I give him a puzzled look, a frown forming on my face. "What do you mean?" I ask, just as I hear Cordelia's raised voice. Now, hearing Cordelia raise her voice isn't abnormal. It is abnormal when I've just left her with the idea that we're going to Hawaii, for a vacation and she not one, but two men who treat her like a princess. Most of the time. So what could possibly raise her voice?

Confused, I glance over at our table, my hands still trembling with the idea of going on a plane. But when I see the anger and *hurt* on Cordelia's face when she gets up, they're trembling for a whole different reason. Especially when I see the look on Angel's face.

"What just happened?" I whisper to no one in particular as Cordelia literally stomps toward the exit. I'm halfway moving to follow her, while my other half wants to rush over toward Angel. As it is, I'm standing in the middle, gaping, looking desperately from Angel to Cordelia.

I don't want to leave Angel sitting there. But the idea of Cordelia going out there alone is frightening to say the least. I want them both near, I want them both were I can see them. And now I can't, and that's not good. I can feel myself panicking, and quickly push it down. I need to take care of Angel and Cordy first, then I can worry about myself. Maybe.

"Angel?" I murmur, knowing his vampire hearing can pick that up as I jerk my head toward an exiting Cordelia.
Keep Me: ang please_keep_me on January 27th, 2008 03:39 pm (UTC)
What?!? All I can do is stare at her as she tears into me. I've been what? How have I been- What is she talking about? The karaoke singing is making me a little dizzy put together with Cordelia's yelling. She thinks I only want to be with Wes?? I look at her in confusion. My eyes flick to Wes at the bar, but by the time they come back to her, she's stomping away faster than I would have thought she could in those shoes.

What just happened here?

My eyes meet Wes' at the bar, and I can see the worry there. Not going to let this upset him. He can't always be the referee. I'm going after her before Wes can give me that lost puppy look and nod me towards the door. "I've got her, Wes," I murmur as I slide past him with a swish of my coat.

I get to her just as she steps out into the cooler night air, "Cordy, wait," I ask her grabbing her arm gently and tugging her over to the side so we're out of the way of random demons coming in and out. "Cordelia, can we talk for a second, let me explain? Please?"

Now, she should know that I don't say the 'P' word often, so this better be setting off alarm bells that this is important to me. And I really don't want to have this conversation here where half of the demon population of L.A. can hear me, but sometimes you've got to fall on your sword, for the ones you love, right?
Cordelia Chase: Eyebrowraisequeen_cordette on January 27th, 2008 04:39 pm (UTC)
Men! Ugh! Maybe I should pull a Willow and stick to girls! Yeah, okay, not really but... geeze! Men! *Especially* Angel. So maybe I should say Vampire! With a soul! Pfffft! All I wanted was a nice vacation for the three of us, some rest, some sun, some... fun. And he's been against it from the get go. Just cause *I* said I'd like it if we were to go.

Does he think I'm sort of moron? Like I don't notice the way he's looking at Wesley all the time. And Wes with his dumb obviousness doesn't even notice. Well hey, if Angel wants me out then I'm so keeping the honor to myself. I'll get out myself. But what about Wes? And what about your-- You can't switch off feelings, not even if the guy's an asshole.

Growling under my breath I stomp through the door. Don't even have to elbow my way through the crowd. They take one look at me and quickly skip the the side. Just like the should! Or they'd meet with my totally fake prada's, and trust me they're sharp. Ugh! Now I wanna go out and beat something up. Blech!

"What the..." I frown at the hand suddenly stopping my righteous rampage only to find out it's Angel. Yeah, I heard him calling, but I'm so not in the mood. Pulling my arm out of his grip once he's hoisted us to the side, I about to give him another what for he says he can explain. Explain? Hah! This should be good. Explain, my no longer tanned ass!

Crossing my arms over my chest, I look at him angrily. Eyes slide toward Wes hovering at the door, then back at Angel. Yeah, I'm angry. But most I'm hurt. Why can't he love me like he loves Wes? Why? "You got five seconds," I murmur, "make them count."
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Glasses thoughtfullwatcher_pryce on January 27th, 2008 04:39 pm (UTC)
I'm not sure if I should be relieved that Angel's going after her. No, not because *Angel* is going after her, but because I've never seen Cordelia so mad. Or hurt for that matter. What happened? What did they talk about? What did Angel say to make her so pissed? I mean, it could've been anything, I never really understood women when it comes to that.

Angel slips past me quietly and fast while I stand there looking like some sort of stupid idiot. I'm not sure what to do. Go after them or just leave them to it. But I want to know what happened. So it doesn't happen again. So I can try to prevent it. I need both of them in my life, I can't do it any longer without them. I've trusted them like I've trusted no one, they can't... do this.

Nodding to myself, I quickly dart after Angel. I'm just in time to see him pulling her to the side. She's still shooting fire with her eyes, but when I hear Angel say 'please' my heart sinks. This is serious, this isn't some like the other times they fight. When they try to out-alpha each other. This is... not good.

Making myself smaller almost automatically, I slip into the shadows but closer to them. So I can hear what's going on, so I can jump in if needed. They both know I'm there, so it's not as though I'm sneaking around. But this is between Angel and Cordelia and I wish they'd figure things out this time. I really, really do. And here I thought that if I were to loose them, it would be my fault. It never occurred to me that they could have their own struggles.

And why should it? They look perfect together, beautiful, complimenting each other. I need them both, I don't want to take sides. I don't want to *have* to take sides. What happened, when did it happen? How could I not notice that they've both been slipping? Too caught up with yourself. That must never happen again. They come *first*. Nervously wringing my hands, I let my eyes dart from Cordelia to Angel and vice versa.
Keep Me: ang alley_keep_me on January 27th, 2008 05:55 pm (UTC)
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