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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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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.