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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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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.