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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.

Eventually.

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.