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20 April 2008 @ 12:06 pm
 
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Oh good lord, this is just so humiliating. They already think I'm some sort of china doll which needs to be protected at all times. I'm sure this doesn't make them think they're wrong. Hell, they probably had that little idea confirmed when I told them about-- about what happened to me. Things really went down-hill from there and I'm once again only making it worse.

But this time I can't help it. Try as I might, I can't seem to be able to breathe. I can't seem to be able to stop breaking out in cold sweat, can't seem to stop my stomach from fluttering wildly, can't seem to stop being afraid. I'm afraid of flying and it's *stupid* and *embarrassing* and... I don't want to go to Hawaii!

But my legs have given out and the only one keeping me up and keeps from tumbling head first down that flight of stairs is Angel. The moment his arms come around me, I feel this brief surge of security and protection before the panic chases it away again.

"I-I-I..." keep stammering, nothing sensible coming out while trying to pull gasps of air into my lungs as well. It's not really working. The world is blurry, voices come from far, far away and I'm not sure what's going on any longer. Angel's talking, Cordy's babbling about beautiful things to see in Hawaii and I don't really care.

"But..." I rasp out, still trying to stand and to breathe. Failing miserably at both. Not even picturing Angel in a pair of trunks or Cordelia in a nice bikini seems to be doing the tricks. Though why I'm asking about "color...full...birds?" when pretty things are mentioned, I've no idea.
 
 
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Keep Me: ang smiling_keep_me on April 22nd, 2008 03:35 am (UTC)
"We've still got you, Wes," I tell him, helping him stay upright. I even go so far as to urge him forward, finally just picking him up and taking him those few extra steps into the plane when Cordy starts making the frantic motions with her hands. Wes is looking pretty hazy and pale, maybe he won't remember it later. Damn, he'd be so embarrassed, but he'd be more embarrassed if he fainted or threw up in front of everyone.

"Shh," I hush him gently when he starts getting flustered, saying the same syllables again and again. I look to Cordy and then get him settled into a seat where we can both sit on either side of him. He's so getting buckled in, of course. Good thing we're the only passengers on this nice little private jet.

I have to smile though when Wes latches onto the birds rather than the scantily clad bodies. "Mhm, lots of birds and flowers," I tell him, thinking there's got to be tons of plants and flowers to satisfy his botanist's appetite. He'd probably spend the whole trip cataloging all the flora on the island if he could. "You okay?" I ask Cordy in a brief moment where Wes isn't paying attention to me.

There's plenty of room and I kneel in front of Wes for now so he's got someone to make eye contact with. I flash a small smile at Cordy. I really, really hope Wes is able to calm down. "And the ocean is bright green and blue. The beaches are practically white," I say, keeping with the color theme since he seemed to like that. "And I'm sure there'll be tons of colorful fi-- shells!" I say, correcting myself at the last minute when I remember Wes not being able to swim. Yeah, good one Angel, remind him of something else that makes him nervous. "Maybe even some cute animals."
Cordelia Chase: Pretty Cordy in Redqueen_cordette on April 23rd, 2008 04:23 am (UTC)
Typical Wes. You tell him about scantly clad lovers and he blabs about birds. Geeze! I'd almost feel insulted if I didn't know him very well. His mind's all scrambled eggs, that's for sure. I mean, anyone else woulda been grinning from ear to ear at the idea of Angel and me in swimwear. Or you know, being Wes, blushing from ear to ear under any other circumstances. Not now though. He's really scared isn't he? Wow.

Angel and I share a worried look when Wes starts to utter only syllables and nothing else. Finally Angel just lifts him up and carries him inside the plane. Good thing there's no one else around or Wes would have been *so* friggen embarrassed. And as I follow the boys into the plane I try not to think about the fact that we have to fly back at one point too. Shit. To late, I'm thinking about it now.

Seriously going to get some knock out juice. I mean it. Wes can protest till he's blue in the face, he's gonna get knocked out on our way back. I'm sure I can get Angel on my side for that. Totally. It's better for Wes *and* better for Angel and me. Yeah. We'll get some kinda knock out juice on our way back.

The stewardess - freaky eyes by the by, so not human - comes in behind me, closing the door while I rush to our seats. I plunk down on the other side of Wes and watch while he looks around with wide, frantic eyes. And if he's gonna grip the seat any tighter he's gonna be breaking something. Either the seat or his fingers, it'll be a tie.

"Yeah, lots of colorful stuff," I agree with Angel, watching with a small smile on my face as I watch the notorious, formerly evil vampire fuss over his lover. A lover his looks like he's about to toss up his cookies or wet his pants. "Remember to breathe, Wes. Kinda important unless you're Angel. Tell him he should breathe, Angel."
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes surprise S2watcher_pryce on April 23rd, 2008 04:24 am (UTC)
Must get out, must get out, must get out. That's the only thing that keeps going through my mind. No matter what I'm *trying* to say - something about birds? Good lord - I just want to *not* be on this plane. I can feel my stomach turn, making me feel lightheaded. Even to the point where I can no longer feel my feet touching the floor. Oh. Wait. They aren't touching the floor.

I'm pretty sure I wasn't in the plane only second ago. How on earth did I end up in the plane chair? "I don't want to fly," I try to say meekly, but all that seems to come out is a whisper. How *did* I get here? I'm rather certain I didn't walk. Certainly not on my own. I keep looking around confused, blinking as Angel sits down beside me. Cordelia's still at the exit as though she's waiting for me to sit ... in case I make a run for it? I don't know.

Angel's talking, fussing with something in front of me. It's not until I look down that I realize he's buckled me in. Not a chance of me getting of this plane now is there? Especially when I look up and notice a flight attendant closing the door. My stomach turns again and I grip the arm-rests of the chair, holding on tightly. I can almost feel my fingers imprint themselves in there.

Both Angel and Cordy are talking now. The world seems to be spinning while the engines make a rather disturbing sound. "Engine's aren't supposed to sound like that," I point out weakly, glancing from Angel to Cordelia. Cold sweat makes my clothes cling to my skin and I'm hot and cold at the same time.

"It's all wrong," I whisper, quite certain of that. And once again I feel as though I can't breathe. "We're going to crash. It's sounds wrong. The engine is wrong. We're going to crash. Why-why don't I stay here?" I try, "I'm-I'm s-s-sure you two can...can..." I have to pause to gulp in some air, a rather loud squeak getting out when I feel the plane moving.

"We're moving!" I cry out, twisting toward Angel as much as possible and grabbing his coat to hold on for dear life. "We're moving!"
Keep Me: ang smiling_keep_me on April 26th, 2008 01:33 pm (UTC)
"You should breathe, Wes," I agree with Cordy, "We like it when you breathe," I add, looking on as he starts to get paler and paler. I slip into my seat next to Wes since eye contact doesn't seem to be mattering when Wes can't actually see anything in front of him.

Except possibly the door closing.

"Sure they are, nice, powerful engines that'll keep us in the air, they're definitely supposed to sound like that," I say, covering Wes' hand with mine after realizing that the flight attendant isn't paying us a bit of attention. And it's not like I know what I'm talking about but if it makes Wes feel any better, I'm going for it.

Doesn't seem to do a thing for Wes though since he's winding himself up tighter and tighter. He looks like he's ready to burst, and burst he does a little bit with that squeal of fright.

Woah, okay. Wes has got me by the lapels in a death grip and then he starts trying to shake me when the plane lurches backwards to ease out of the hangar. Yeah, definitely moving. The plane, not me.

"Wes. Relax," I tell him giving up on sane options working and swooping in to kiss him soundly. It seems like the thing to do since he's so close and in my face. My hands cup his face and my thumbs rub gently over his cheekbones as he continues to feebly yank at my coat.

When our lips meet, I tease at his lips with my tongue for entrance, which I do get eventually once Wes realizes what's going on, and I slide my tongue over his. Teeth, tongue, lips, everything gets a sweep of my tongue in this deep, thorough kiss. ...Well, until it feels like he's really out of air. "You want a go at him next?" I ask Cordy with a little wink over Wes' shoulder when we part and he's panting, wide-eyed.
Cordelia Chase: gigglingqueen_cordette on April 27th, 2008 09:20 am (UTC)
Oh my gosh, he's totally hyperventilating! If he keeps this up he's gonna faint.. which might not be a bad thing. Knowing Wes though he'll probably not faint and turn with the blue. That's our Wes, never does things the normal way. I mean, getting blown up with the office? Who does that! Wes does that. And now here we are, with a panicky watcher who can't swim.

We better not mention the whole ocean underneath us. I'm thinking words are not gonna be working here no more. Whatever Angel or I say, Wes so isn't listening. Dunno what else we can do, other then asking Angel to knock him out. Which he's not gonna do. Angel wont want to hurt Wes, even if it'll safe all three of us a lot of hassle and... there we go.

My eyes go wide when Wes clings onto Angel like he's gonna personally get him off this plane. Not gonna happen, we're already taking off! "Angel," I mutter, taking off my safety belt and starting to get up to help mister broody pants. Don't even get that far though, cause Angel seems to have found a way to make Wes stop. At least stop yelling like he's gonna die. Way interesting way to make that with the happening. Huh. Why didn't I think of that?

Although, the dirty talk didn't do much good before we got into the plane.

By the time they emerge I'm feeling kinda woozy myself as if I was being kissed that way too. Whoa. Wes still looks like a deer caught in headlights, only now he's panting for a whole different reason. "If you're gonna hold him down," I say, leaning past Wes to look at him, wide blue eyes still looking at me as if he's gonna die.

"Still with the panicking," I tell Angel, "We're gonna have to be kissing him the whole flight. Oooh, or join the mile high club!" I grin, watching Wes' eyes cloud over with confusion as well. So I take my chance before he can get that brain of his to work again and swoop in to claim those watcher lips for myself.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes surprise S2watcher_pryce on April 27th, 2008 09:20 am (UTC)
"How do you know that!" I demand to know, still trying to shake him or-or something! Hands clutch the lapels of his jackets, knuckles turning white with how tightly I'm gripping him. I seem to be shaking myself more then Angel though. That could be the plane! It's the plane! The plane is shaking! That's what's going on and that just cannot be good!

"We're going to crash!" I cry out, giving Angel a stunned look when he tells me to relax. Is he insane?! How can anyone relax on a plane! A plane which is obviously taking up and going into the air. "We can get a parachute," I try urgently, desperately, "Jump out. I'm sure those engines aren't suppose to sound like that," I tell him, hearing Cordelia moving about behind me. Why is she moving! She shouldn't be moving!

"We could-- Mpfh...?" What? What? What's happening? Hands slide away from where they were gripping Angel tightly. Angel's lips, those are Angel's lips. That's what I realize by the time he pulls back. I'm feeling rather dazed, looking at him confused. What-- what happened? Wait, I was doing something. What was I doing? It's not until Angel speaks that I remember what I - we - were doing.

Flying! On a plane! And there was--there was kissing on a plane? And there's Cordelia. On the plane. With a mile high club? "We're that far up?" I ask breathlessly, eyes darting around to see if I can find those parachutes. Or the exit. Don't care, I just want to get out of this plane and--

"Mpft?" Get kisses some more? One hand flails about until it finds Angel's hand and holds on tight there. The other searches and find's Cordelia by the time she releases my mouth and I'm finding myself-- so bloody confused.

"Is everything alright here?" A sweet accented voice asks us. From the corner of my eyes I can see the flight attended slide silently into our line of vision. "Can I get you anything?" she asks, sunny smile in place and I just want to strangle her.

"Certainly," I pant, squeezing both hands I'm holding, "You wouldn't happen to have an extremely large hammer would you?" I ask nervously.
Keep Me_keep_me on May 1st, 2008 11:58 am (UTC)
He's wild-eyed again already, before Cordy can even plaster her lips on him. Wow. Wes really is that scared. But he makes a nice muffled mmpht sound once Cordy does cover his mouth with hers. I smirk as I watch them. Cordelia definitely can be a greedy kisser. It's cute. Right now I'm guessing it has more to do with distracting Wes though.

Oh, huh. My hand curls around his when I feel it searching over my leg. He's so cute. Oh, okay, we're going for death grip, here, got it. I notice he's got Cordy's in the same grip as well.

I shift a little in my seat as I watch, thinking this mile high thing might not be so bad if it's what it sounds like. Cordy does have a way with words and that sounded not exactly innocent. Oh, hey, flight attendant. Uhh...well, I guess she's probably seen it all. Especially with that extra eye she's got hiding under her cute little hat. Wes beats me to the punch though when she asks if we need anything.

"How about just some water," I say when she gets a look on her face at the hammer suggestion. Wes' lips are going to get pretty dry if we keep kissing him anyway. I glance over at Cordelia and raise an eyebrow. What now, more kissing? Might be the only way. Unless I start groping him. And five hours of groping? We better hope he passes out. Wait didn't Cordy have him take something to relax? Shouldn't that be kicking in? The demon woman is back with our water in no time, and I look expectantly at Wes. "How about a sip, tiger?"
Cordelia Chase: hah you wish!queen_cordette on May 2nd, 2008 01:52 pm (UTC)
A hammer? I mouth, giving Angel a confused look. What's he gonna do, knock himself out with it The whole kissing thing obviously only works for as long as we keep kissing. Hey, as much as I like the guy, I don't think either of us is able to keep on with the kissing for the next few hours. Even if it's only a short flight.

"He's only joking," I tell demony girl, trying to dazzle her with a smile. Not that it's needed, cause I think she's seen it all. Kinda. I'm just glad she's not going through that spiel where they flight attended goes to tell how safe the plane is and what the odds are of us crashing in any way. I'm thinking especially the latter might short circuit Wes' analytical brain in a not good way.

What he's gonna do with water though? No clue. I'm guessing Angel's grasping at straws too. Very thin, very snapable straw. Water. Oh! Wait! I still have some pills in my purse. I could give him some. Next time I'm giving him those painkillers he got when he was discharged from the hospital. He hates those cause they make him groggy. At least they'll be doing a beter job then those shitty none relaxing pills. Shoulda known they wouldn't work on Wes. Way typical.

I let Angel do the none-sense chit chat small talk while I dig around in my purse. Yes! There we go, now I only hope they don't clash with the other pills I forced him to take. Naw, I doubt it. Shaking some on my hand, I hold them out in front of Wes while he stares at the water as if it's about to attack him.

"Pills, Wes. Take them, now. Otherwise Angel's gonna hold you down while I shove them down your throat. They'll help you relax..." I tell him, swallowing a groan at his look. "...help you relax *better*," I sigh. "Now be a good watcher boy and take them."
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Glasses Curiouswatcher_pryce on May 2nd, 2008 01:53 pm (UTC)
"No actually, I- I really would like a hammer," I try, giving both Angel and Cordelia a reproachful look. Not sure what's worse. The one asking for water, since I've no idea why the bloody hell I would want water. Or the one telling the flight attendant I'm making a joke. I'm not making a joke! I want a hammer so someone can knock me out, or I can knock myself out! This isn't working, those pills aren't working! At the rate I'm going I'll have heart-attack before we arrive in Hawaii!

The stewardess however seems to take no notice of me as she saunters off to do what Angel's asks. I asked for a hammer! Doesn't that count? Angel's suddenly more important? Who's going to be doing the actual job at this resort, huh? Not Angel, not Cordelia, but I am. And they can't even give me a bloody hammer!

The blasted woman returns in no time with some water and Angel's back to talking to me as though I'm five. "Why would I want to take a sip of water," I ask testily, still breathing heavily. By now I seem to be sweating as well, I notice as my hands keep slipping the grip they have on both Cordelia's and Angel's hand. "I don't want any bloody wat--"

A hand comes into view. Delicate hand with nice painted nails who can dig into your skin very fiercely. I should know, my shoulders have felt it often enough. This time there's a number of white and yellow pills on it that look suspiciously like my pain pills. Wearily I glance from Angel to the water to the pills and end up looking at Cordy. Who has that determined look on her face again.

Sighing I take the pills and toss them into my mouth. "Yes, Cordelia," I mutter, taking the water from Angel - whom obviously must've known Cordy was going to do that, why else would he ask for water. Gulping it down, I nearly choke in is while trying to breathe at the same time.

"I really think parachutes are the way to go," I say nervously as my hand comes up to chew on my-- well not a finger nail, I doubt there's any of those left. Just as I'm about to bite down on a finger, there's a noise coming from the plane making me jump. The glass of water drops in my lap, spilling what was left of it's contents, which was more then half. Not that I care, I'm to busy frantically looking around.

"We going to crash!"
Keep Me: ang curious_keep_me on May 10th, 2008 01:47 am (UTC)
Wes is awfully insistent about that hammer. For a smart guy, he's a little dumb. It'd be better if we just made him passed out from...say...lack of oxygen or something. Not that I'm planning on it or thinking about it as a very, very, very, very last resort. But better me making him pass out than him giving himself a heart attack with the way his heartbeat is sounding like a hummingbird.

I thought the water was a good idea! Calming, soothing, a drink of water! I look at Cordy a little desperately, glad when the flight attendant disappears finally and those pills pop out of Cordy's bag. I give Wes a stern look for show at Cordy's threat, but am so very thankful when Wes swallows the pills at Cordy's *look*.

I'm just about ready to pull his finger away from his mouth and suck on it myself or something when Wes practically jumps out of his skin and starts shouting about crashing. Yeah, the flight demon-woman is going to like that!

My hand grabs for the napkin that came with the drink, blotting at his crotch once the water has gone flying and then firmly turning his head towards me. "We're not crashing, Wes," I tell him firmly before kissing him soundly. Very soundly. Until he settles for half a second and then needs air. Damn air! Damn breathing! Wes needs to calm down until those pills kick in!

I run my thumb over his bottom lip while Wes pants before leaning across to give Cordelia kiss since she looks like she's enjoying the show. And Wes needs to breathe, so he can watch this show, I think as I kiss her a little more soothingly than Wes. We're gonna get Wes through this and we're gonna do it together. And uhh, oh look, my hand is still in Wes' crotch. Guess I should, umm, move that, I realize belated once Cordy and I have stopped kissing.
Cordelia Chase: Moi?queen_cordette on May 12th, 2008 08:32 am (UTC)
"Turbulence! Wes it's just turbulence," I'm quick to explain when he jumps out of his skin. Jesus Christ on a moped! He nearly gave me a heart attack. Geeze! I quickly take the water, what's left of it anyway, out of his hand and hand it over to the flight attendant who came rushing towards us as well. There's a bright smile on my face once more as I look at her.

"He's uh... kinda afraid of flying," I tell her, pretending Angel isn't kissing the bejeezes out of Wes right besides me.

"Yeah," the woman nods seriously, glancing briefly over to the pair beside us. "Can't say I've ever seen this method before," she states, still with that serious look on her face.

"It's new," I shoot back, not missing a beat, smile never faltering.

The woman - demon whatever - nods and gracefully removes herself from the scene without another word. Why do I get the feeling she's still watching though? Huh. Weirdness.

When I look back at my boys, Angel's still 'calming down Wes'. I tilt my head to get a better look, eyes travelling down to notice where Angel's other hand is. Naughty boy. If Wes wasn't so busy panicking he'd be freaking out about the public displays of affection in... you know, *public*. Heh.

I'm trying to come up with some other ways to calm Wes down - other then a hammer, or Angel knocking him out, cause those are last, desperate options - when Angel finally lets Wes up for air. The look on Wes' face has me grinning, until Angel leans over to... Oh. I get a kiss too? I'm not the one needing distraction, but hey, I'm not complaining!

A hand comes up to run my fingers through his hair, soft lips touching cooler ones, telling me just *exactly* whom I'm kissing. Or am being kissed by. It's over far to soon, though I'm not to sure what to make of the groan I hear from Wes when we pull back. With him? Could mean just about anything right now.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes sulk s2watcher_pryce on May 12th, 2008 08:33 am (UTC)
Turbulence my arse! We're going to crash! We're going to fall into the ocean! And if we haven't all gone up in a fiery ball then we're going to drown! And get eaten by sharks! We're going to *die*! I just know it. Planes are not supposed to be making sounds like those! "Crash," I whisper hoarsely, "We're going to crash!"

I don't even notice Cordy taking away my glass with whatever's left of the water. Nor do I notice the demon stewardess rushing toward us. Hell, I barely even notice Angel dabbing away the water at a place he's not supposed to when there are other people around. I'm to busy trying to breathe, trying to find a way out of here and cursing all three of them for not giving me that bloody hammer.

Thoughts start to stutter when two hands grab my face and I'm looking into very stern brown ones. Those could be Cordy's, but I know Angel's. It's astounding how often those two can wear the same look. My mind comes to a screeching halt when soft lips crush over mine and then I'm just... thinking of nothing but getting kissed. For as long as it lasts. And a few moments after.

I'm looking at Angel hazily, more so then usually after he's kissed me. That's strange. Either he's getting even better at it - good lord - or something else is going on. Dazed eyes follow him while he leans over me to... kiss Cordelia. Which is a really pretty sight and I really want to watch it. Lets not even start about that wonderful feeling of Angel's hand where it's currently at.

But my eyes are starting to feel very, very heavy. To the point where I can barely keep them open any longer. That's... is that normal? Air pressure? I've no idea. All I'm aware of is the groan of disappointment getting uttered when I feel myself slump down and everything around me vanishes. Just sleep. And a nice feeling of Angel's hands on me, and Cordy's hands on me. And sleep. Lots of sleep.
Keep Me: ang curious_keep_me on May 16th, 2008 01:55 am (UTC)
Cordy looks surprised - not to mention Wes - when I lean over to give her a kiss too. A kiss that's nice and sweet. Comforting too after all of Wes' little outbursts. Boy, he can get kind of high-strung. Not a bad thing - phobias are like that - but it would be hard to deal with that all the time, I think as I feel him relax next to us.

I try not to let our kiss get too out of hand, but it does feel nice having Cordy's smooth fingers sliding through my hair. There's a groan next to us, a soft one, and I hope that Wes is enjoying the show, because I know I did when it was Wes and Cordy. Not to mention the participating.

When we part though, Wes is fast asleep. Huh. That's funny. I guess those new pills worked. Unlike the first ones. Either that or Wes really wore himself out. "Looks like we got him knocked out," I smile at her, sitting back in my seat, but finding Cordy's hand to hold in Wes' lap sort of. Resting on his thigh anyway. Oh, well the flight attendant has already seen an eyeful as it is.

"Mind if I nap?" I ask, looking over at her with a soft smile. I hope our vacation is actually relaxing. I guess Cordy was right. We could use it. For some reason, all those problems with Cordy and I seem far away. Funny how things seem easy when Wes is around. I guess we still have things to work out. I'll have to try not to be biased, and just let Cordy...do her Cordy thing. Except when it comes to the company card. Yeah, no way there.
Cordelia Chase: Peaceful smilequeen_cordette on May 16th, 2008 04:27 am (UTC)
By the time we pull back, I'm kind of a little dazed. Angel's kisses will do that to you. Just look at Wes, even when he's in full panic mode those kisses calmed him down. Got him with the hazy. Not that I needed calming down but they're nice to get anyway. Reminds me that there is an Angel and I too. A rocky one, granted, but there is an Angel an I. Still. Yet. Hopefully in the future.

So yeah, I blame the dazed feeling for missing what Angel's saying at first. When his words do filter through my first thought is that Wes got himself a damn hammer while we were busy. "What? He got a hammer," I mutter, wide eyes glancing over at Wes in a hurry.

No big ass bruise on his face, what you'd expect with a hammer. Oh. Oh *wait*. The friggen pills finally work. Now all we can hope for is that those stupid pills don't clash with the pills that are *supposed* to calm him down. That'd be of the bad. That'd be a not good start of our vacation. And boy do all of us need this vacation with as stressy as we've been.

"What?" I murmur, having to drag my eyes away from looking at Wes when he sleeps. He's so cute when he sleeps. Mouth slightly open, breathing in softly, glasses slipping down his nose and those ridiculous long eyelashes fanning over his cheek. The guy would make lots of girls jealous with lashes like that. I know I am!

Oh wait. Angel wants to take a nap. "Naw it's fine," I assure him, reaching up to gently pluck Wes' glasses from his face. Folding them up carefully, I wrap them in a tissue - so the lenses don't get scratched - and put them in my purse. Without them Wes looks even more vulnerable then he already did. Good thing he's sleeping.

"I'll wake you up when we get there," I tell Angel, waving at Wes as I go on, "cause I think sleeping beauty there is still gonna be with the sleeping." I'll talk to the flight attendant, get us a wheelchair. It'll be relaxed getting to our vaca home without the Wes panicking.

Grinning at the thought, I put my purse back down, slip my hand back into Angel's and lay it back down on Wes' thigh. My boys. When they're asleep? I'm not, cause someone's gonna have to watch over them. And hey, I can read the latest glossy magazine with one hand only. You learn a trick or two growing up the way I did.
Keep Me_keep_me on May 22nd, 2008 02:24 am (UTC)
Once we get there, it's easy enough getting Wes off the plane since he's still asleep. Thank God he was out through the landing otherwise I think both Cordelia and I would have had broken hands. And possibly broken eardrums with all the screaming about crashing.

Cordy even flagged the flight demon attendant for a wheelchair. I would have carried him, but I guess that would have looked suspicious, not to mention Wes killing me later when he found out that I carried him through a busy airport like a rag doll. Heh. Yeah, Cordy's the smart one here.

She even remembered to wake me. That was nice. I got to watch Wes sleep while we did the unsettling landing thing. No heap of fiery flames, so that was good. I like starting things without being on fire. I know I gave Cordy a sleepy smile. And then we were off and running metaphorically speaking. More like strolling and wheeling. Cordy was in top form, making sure we had a car to take us to the hotel and our rooms.

Which there were two of. Damn Wes. He really went through with it. I guess it would have looked weird with three of us in one room though. Kinda sounds like they're suites...or little cabin things? On the beach? Huh? That sounds awfully fancy... Wes seems to be waking up while we're figuring all this out.

"So I'll take the one and you two can take the other?" I say, looking over at Cordy in question. I don't know if Wes should be by himself. "Unless you want your own girl space?" I quirk an eyebrow at her with a small grin. I'd say the other option, but I think the desk clerk is going to start looking at me funny if I broadcast our special situation too much.
Cordelia Chase: I'm always rightqueen_cordette on May 22nd, 2008 02:41 pm (UTC)
Yeah, cause that in no way would cause jealousy I think at Angel's suggestions. Stupid Wes and his idea's. This is a vacation spot, I doubt anyone would have found it funny if the three of us woulda been in the same home. It's kinda normal when going on vacation...when you're not rich. We always had a whole house in Aspen and Hawaii for our own, but hey, we owned those. I kinda miss those days sometimes.

"Why don't we let Wes decide that," I sigh, knowing Watcher boy is gonna get a fit if he wakes up assigned to the wrong cabin. House. Whatever. Putting my sunglasses on my head - not that its sunny, but they're totally fashionable and a pretty good headband to keep the hair from blowing into my face - I glance at Watcher boy who's about to wake up.

"Why don't you get Wes into that cabin there," I say, pointing to the smaller one. Knowing Wes? He's gonna be with the glaring if Angel and I aren't gonna stay in the bigger one, which by default would put him in the small one. Cause Angel and I need to 'bond' or whatever. Still dunno what happened there, things were working out so great. Till... yeah. I dunno.

"Okay, you can carry him that last bit," I say, grinning a little. It's cute watching Angel carry Wes. No idea why, just is. Especially when Wes is awake, he gets this totally indigent face. "I'm gonna take the wheelchair back and check us in properly, let the client know where here too. Okay? Okay then... Be back in half an hour tops. Try not to break the place down."
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes surprise S2watcher_pryce on May 22nd, 2008 02:42 pm (UTC)
There's a breeze. Breeze? Wait, there shouldn’t be a breeze on the plane! There shouldn't be any wind on the plane! I try to move a bit, but the safety belts are still on. We're crash landing! That's what we're doing! Oh my god, I know we shouldn't have gone here. I knew we should've stayed in bloody Los Angeles. Now we're going to crash and if we don't die in the fire we're going to drown. Or get eaten by sharks.

Whimpering I try to listen, trying to figure what happened to Cordelia and Angel. I can hear them talking about... cabins? Girl space? What? Confused by that I shift in my seat and try to wake up. It's not working fully. I can hear but my eyes are to heavy to open just yet. My limbs are to numb to move about. And for some reason I don't think we're on the plane anymore.

What happened? Where are we? What am I supposed to decide? Why am I flying? Wait. Flying! I try to struggle against that, not wanting to go there. "No," I mutter, finally prying my eyes open and seeing Angel peering down at me. There are leafs moving above him I notice and those weren't on the plane either I realize. At least, I don't think there were.

Confused, I blink at Angel, a small frown forming on my face. "Angel?" I mutter, at the same time realizing he's bloody well carrying me. How did... "Whahappened?" I mumble, trying to look around and figure out where we are. Hawaii? Are we there yet? When... what... I'm so confused! "Did I fall? Was I knocked out?" Must be, why else would he be carrying me. "I'm sorry; I'll do better next time. Honest."
Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on May 23rd, 2008 01:25 am (UTC)
I nod and point Wes' chair towards the smaller beach house, noting the slight nod of his head as he tries to wake up. It's still early and the sun's just glowing at the edge of the horizon but I'm pretty sure they could see my grin in China when Cordy tells me to carry Wes the rest of the way. Heh.

"See you soon," I say over my shoulder, feeling her watching us as I carry a groggy Wes to the door and then through it with only some minor fumbling with the knob. They've already got some of our bags in here, but it looks like they're kind of mixed together. We'll sort that out later.

Everything smells...good. Clean and fresh. Wow the air is so much different than in L.A. And with the weight of Wes in my arms, I feel oddly good as I duck out of the impending sunrise.

"Shh," I murmur to a struggling Wes. Whose blue eyes open like a sleepy kitten and practically stare into my soul. "Shh," I hush him again gently when he goes off about doing better next time.

After a quick inspection of the house - very quick, along with shutting the door, but not locking it for when Cordy comes back - I lie Wes down on the bed, stretching out next to him. Actually, I lie down a little bit on top of him so he doesn't feel like he's going to fly apart. "We're here, tiger, you made it. All in one piece. The plane too," I murmur with a soft smile, hand cupping his face for comfort. "You did good. How do you feel?" I asking, stroking my thumb gently along his cheek, staying right where I am, half-draped on top of him. "Can I get you anything?"
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes glasses blue shirtwatcher_pryce on May 24th, 2008 11:23 am (UTC)
"But...but... I'm sorry," I slur, trying to figure out what happened. Plane. We were on it and crashing and going down in a fiery ball. Or maybe not. I'm not sure any more. And now we're not? It's warm here, but not to hot. Nice breeze and those leafs. There were no leafs on the plane, I'm sure of it. Oh! We did die and now we're in paradise? Angel's gotten into paradise?

I keep blinking up at Angel, trying to get my brain to work. But it's as foggy the way it is after... I've taken those bloody pills. No, Cordelia ordered me to take those damn pills. Why? I'm sure there was a reason I took those pill. Took some pills at home too, just before we went on the...that thing.

And now I'm laying in bed. Huh? "Wha?" I mumble, glancing up at him with a confused frown. "Wherearewe?" The frown smoothes away a bit when he lays down next to me. There's something missing though. "Wheres Cordy? Did we... Did some'ing go wrong?" I wonder, scooting closer to him. Oh. Don't have to, he's about as close as he can get.

Takes a while for his question to filter though. "Huh?" How-- do I feel? Groggy, but at least I don't have a headache the way I usually do after taking those blasted pills. Hate feeling groggy though. Good thing I don't have to walk, I'd resemble a zombie right now. "Confused?" I confess when Angel's question finally registers. Chewing my bottom lip I glance around the room but there's no Cordelia around.

"Where's Cordy?" I ask again, feeling some panic rising.
Keep Me: sniffwes_keep_me on May 25th, 2008 03:11 am (UTC)
"We're in Hawaii, Wes, remember?" I look down at him trying not to frown. Don't want him to worry. Poor guy, those pills must have done a number on him. God, I hope they didn't cause brain damage. That would just be... Not good. Seriously not good.

"Did something go-- No, no, she's just checking us in and talking to Mr...Whatisname," I explain to the sleepy, confused eyes below me. "Everything's fine, tiger," I murmur brushing hair back from his face gently.

"Cordy'll be back soon. Really soon. 30 minutes tops, I think she said," I tell him soothingly, kissing his forehead, and then seeing no reason to stop, kissing his temple, his cheek... Might as well keep going. Wes can use the soothing, right? His jaw gets a few kisses and a soft nip before I move down his throat.

"Just relax, Wes, we're on vacation," I murmur in a soft, slow voice. Want to keep him calm, want to slow down that jackhammer of a heart beat. My hand slides down his side to rest at his hip, thumb rubbing along his hipbone until it slips underneath Wes' waistband a few times. "We're just gonna enjoy our nice beach house until Cordy gets back and then we can make a plan for the day. Maybe you and Cordy can go out, take a walk along the ocean, go have a margarita, lie in the sun..." I continue on giving him a litany of things to think about other than being on a plane or being afraid.

"I bet you'd feel really nice after lying on the beach all day half-naked," I purr, hand sliding under his now untucked shirt and over his chest and stomach. "All warm and slick..."
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes smile2 S2watcher_pryce on May 25th, 2008 10:51 am (UTC)
"I... oh, yes." I remember that. Of course I do. Who could forget an assignment like that. Well, obviously I could because for a brief moment there my panic go the better of me. Hawaii, small excorsism and the biggest job for me is getting Cordelia and Angel to see eye to eye. And not just when I'm in the room for goodness sake.

Right now though I would just like to calm down and not panic. Good thing Angel's here. Not sure how he does it but he does. I doubt it would have actually this much of a calming effect if he weren't my lover and would only be able to talk me down from this height I've climbed myself up to. His words and his touch tough are very calming.

"Mr. Makulakikulaikekeke," I mutter, giving him the name of our client. Not that he'd remember that one. It's one of those things both he and Cordelia are likely to forget. "Cordy's fine?" I repeat after him, not really a question but more of a conformation. "She'll be back soon. Alright." That makes me relax a little bit. Angel wouldn't lie to me and it does make sense. Cordy always takes care of these kinds of things.

Tilting my head back at the feeling of those cool lips on my skin, I can't help but smile. Not sure it that's actually going to be relaxing, but it's soothing. My hand comes up to cart though his hair, at the moment not caring if I'll mess it up. "Hmmm beach house." It would appear I'm only capable of parroting after Angel at this point. Wonderful. Lovely. Well, what he's doing most certainly is.

"We're not going anywhere without you," I assure him. Well, they are. Together. I'm going to make sure of that. "In the sun?" That gets him a stare as I shift underneath him automatically adjusting to his touches. "I'm not really the sun bathing... I don't even have a swim-suit." And there's that bright red flush again the moment I remember how much they don't care about that. Our first time together certainly made that clear.

"Oh... oh!" I'm sure if he's trying to distract me but it's certainly working. Body arching up into that touch without my permission, eyes closing and a very hushed moan getting pushed out of my lungs. "Angel..." I whisper, intent to protest - Cordy's coming back, some personnel might come in, some reason why we shouldn't be doing this - but all it sounds like is a small prayer.
Keep Me: sniffwes_keep_me on May 26th, 2008 02:25 am (UTC)
"Cordy's fine," I say again just to reassure him, because he sounds like he could use reassurance about everything, pretty much. "She'll be back, and maybe we can play with her too. Would you like that, hmm?" I ask him, not really expecting an answer since I seem to have gotten that hazy look back in his eyes.

My hands circle up under his shirt, imagining what his and Cordy's skin is going to feel like heated with the sun. I lick a wide stripe up his neck when he tilts his head back so invitingly for me.

"Well, you might go out without me while the sun is up. I'm not a big fan of getting fricasseed," I tease him against his throat, nibbling lightly at the soft skin there and ignoring any other urges that come with having my teeth on his throat.

One, two, three buttons get flicked open on his shirt, letting the humid air touch his skin. "I bet Cordy bought you a suit... Maybe, something skimpy so we can both ogle you when you wear it," I tease him knowing he wouldn't like that at all. "Or maybe she bought one like that for me. Would you like that? Ogling me?" I tease him some more, drawing my fingers delicately over his chest until they're rubbing over his nipples, thumbs flicking until they harden.

Or maybe we should tie you to the bed and keep you naked the whole time, I think to myself, looking over the skin I'm revealing, but remembering his reaction to Cordy and I using him after the shower. Wes is not for using. He's for teasing and playing with. He's definitely for making new discoveries. Hopefully, a lot of them will be him making discoveries about himself.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Glasses Curiouswatcher_pryce on May 26th, 2008 04:32 am (UTC)
"Play with her," I parrot after Angel as if I'm suddenly without a brain. If he keeps this up though, I might as well be without one. Wonder why touching me, or kissing me wouldn't work so fast on the plane. Probably because the fear had taken over there. Now that I know we're on the ground, Cordy's safe and we're where we're supposed to be... all is well. Except for that bloody groggy feeling him my mind.

Feels as though it's stuffed with cotton-wool. Bloody hell. I really, really hate that feel. That feeling however, I think when Angel's hand keeps sliding up and down underneath my shirt? That feeling I love, I adore, I want more of it. It's just so... soothing. Having him nibble my throat is less then soothing though. Good lord.

"Angel," I hear myself sighing again. It's only the fact that my head can't be tilted backward anymore that's keeping me from doing so. I barely hear what he's saying at this point, but I do catch the basics. And even the basics make me blush. "I don't... I haven't... I wouldn't...I-I." Stammering obviously gets me nowhere other then making sure Angel knows he's doing a good job.

Skin flushed bright red by the idea of a tiny bathing suit, let alone *wearing* one, I pry my eyes open to look at Angel. "You would look great in anything," I assure him, trying to ignore the breathless state my voice is growing into. "Cordy would be beautiful in anything as well," I add.

I would have added more, such as how most things wont work for *me*, but he's thoroughly distracting me with the way he plays with my nipple. I never knew how-- he's teaching me so much. They both are. And certainly not just sexual, but I'm amazed how different things are in bed then my previous experience. Not that this is all the difficult but... Amazing.

"I'm afraid I'll burn in the sun too," I finally mange to get out, "my skin isn't used to sunlight either. and..." it doesn't seem fair to Angel to flaunt it around. Look, we can lay in the sun and you can't hahaha! "I don't think there's enough sun... oh... that's nice...hmm... what was I saying again?"
Keep Me_keep_me on May 26th, 2008 06:28 pm (UTC)
"Mhmm," I nod at Wes' flustered stammering, smile spreading slowly over my face. I drag my nose along his neck, nuzzling that soft, pulsing skin while Wes tries to form words. He's very, very cute like this, I have to admit. Should have discovered this sooner. Might have saved on a few lectures, I think, smiling to myself.

"Or nothing," I smile with a hint of mischief. "I think we all look very, very good in nothing," I say, punctuating my words with little nips to his collarbone and undoing the last of Wes' buttons.

Scooting down a little, I lean over him and give his nipple a slow flick of my tongue. Just the one, waiting and watching to see him react and then relax. So very nice. "Hmm, then you'll be extra hot, I bet. Won't it feel nice to come in and curl up against some nice cool skin?" I tell him, still waiting for his breathing to slow before flicking another lick of my tongue across his nipple.

"You were saying something about there not being enough sun?" I tell him, looking at him innocently while he comes down again from my teasing and toying. "How could there not be enough sun? There's a pretty big overhang on our porch, I bet I could even watch you both playing in the sun. That would make a nice view even nicer," I murmur, looking at him propped up on my elbow for the moment.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes/Angel happy S1/2watcher_pryce on May 27th, 2008 04:18 am (UTC)
No, no. This isn't right, this isn't right. Cordelia's not here. And she and Angel already don't get along - if they thing I've forgotten that they have another thing coming. How could I forget? - and her finding Angel and I here doing this? Isn't going to work in favour of my plan to *bring* them together. I know they love each other, I know they'd do anything for each other. So why they don't get along is a complete mystery to me.

But for the life of me I can't recall if that was the reason I wanted him to stop. "Angel," I mutter, staring down at my chest when he undoes the last of my buttons. Oh. Right. Something about sitting out in the sun. Well, Angel, there's the reason I'm not going to right there in front of you. A scrawny chest with milk white skin that's going to get horribly burned if I do. Just looking at it makes my arms come up to cover it for anyone's view.

Besides, who wants to look at a chest like this one? Especially when they have one like Angel to look at. You know, if he weren't in danger of turning to ash at even the smallest ray of sunlight. "But it's no fair," I mutter, not sure if I mean Angel missing out of the sun or Cordelia not being here. Probably both. I think. God! He's so distracting! What with the licking and the kissing and the... why'd he stop?

"Huh?" I mutter, blinking at his blurred figure with some confusion. Why is he so.. Oh. Wait. Where are my glasses? And what is he talking about? Or rather, what was *I* talking about? Not enough sun, good lord. "Doesn't-- doesn't seem fair," I stammer, not sure if I should lean into his touch or away from it. Into it, my entire body seems to scream and then actually do. "You can't go into the sun."
Keep Me_keep_me on May 27th, 2008 12:01 pm (UTC)
Oh, that won't do at all, I think, when Wesley starts to cover up his uncovered chest. No, can't have that. I wonder why now though? He didn't seem too troubled by being undressed back home the apartment... Ahh, I see. Embarrassed about his chest being seen outside, perhaps? Could very well be. Either way, we're inside, and he's not about to start hiding from me now.

I ease his hands away from his chest, smoothly pulling them above his head to grip them with one hand, hoping that he won't even notice, all the while locking eyes with him so that's he looking at me and not his chest or his hands. Can't have him hiding all that skin from me. Oh no, that won't do at all.

His nipple gets another lick and a hard little suck this time, and oh- that's gorgeous. The way he arches into it. Without even thinking, I'd bet.

"Hmm, it doesn't, does it. All the more reason I want you and Cordy to go out and enjoy it. That way," I suck on his nipple again, worrying it with my teeth lightly, "when you're all warm, toasty, and burnt," I do it again, swirling my tongue around the tight bud just to torture him, "you can bring the sunshine inside to me and I'll get to feel it radiating off your sweaty, gorgeous, warm bodies," I murmur, getting a little hard just thinking about it.

"Does that sound more fair," I ask him, my hand gliding down his chest to rest over his groin, fingers curling down between his legs to cup him snugly.
Cordelia Chase: Big Smilequeen_cordette on May 28th, 2008 04:36 am (UTC)
Man, that took longer then I had been expecting. Geeze, if one thing goes wrong everything does. At least Angel had a lot more time to do the calming Wes down thing. Considering I slipped him the valium things before we got on the pain and then the painkillers? He's gonna be one confused Watcher man.

Boy, that was some plane ride over here! So not wanting to do that over again. No fun for Angel and me, and totally no fun for Wes. Yeah obviously the latter. Duh. We're gonna have to find a way to handle that better on our way back. Yeah. Maybe Angel can knock Wes out. Okay, he'd never go for that even if Wes would. What with his stupid hammer idea.

Well, we still got some time to think about it. Now? I'm gonna be enjoying this free vaca. Wes'll do the ghosty be gone thing in a heartbeat and then we can lay on the beach and I finally get to work on my tan! I've missed the sun. I had no idea how much I missed it. Seeing all those tanned skins here? I had one of those once, now it's kinda... yeah, none tanned.

Grinning from ear to ear, I walk back to our cabin. Cabins. Damn Wes, I'm sure he's gonna put me and Angel in one and take the other himself. I just hope *he* knows what he's doing, cause I sure as heck don't anymore when it comes to Angel.

Right. Papers all taken care of? Check. Rooms all taken care off? Check. Told our client were here? Check. Beautiful view from our cabins? Check. Private beach? Oh hell yeah, check. Boyfriends making out and-- moving quickly passed that?

Whoa. Check. "Starting without me?" I ask amused, quickly closing the door and leaning against them. Screw the view outside. This is a view lots of women would kill for. Lots of men too. Heh. All mine, all friggen mine.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: brown sweater looking down smile S2/3watcher_pryce on May 28th, 2008 04:37 am (UTC)
"Ah.. A-Angel I..." Can't seem to form some words. I don't want to think to deeply that him catching my hands and pinning them above my head is the reason for that. It is though and I think no one is more surprised by my body's reactions then I am. Good lord, I'm sure Angel felt that as well with as close to me as he is.

Turning a bright red with shame, I open and close my mouth several times. Trying to come up with an excuse, or at least an explanation. What do you say though when it's clear your body has a violent willing reaction when someone is pinning you down? It shouldn't happen, not after my experience. I'm thinking it has a lot to do with whom is doing the holding down and how it's done.

There's no force with Angel, no violence. There's no pain, and I don't feel humiliated. I feel... protected. And god, if he keeps that up I not going to have a brain left. Gasping, I keep arching into that mouth of his, shuddering everytime his tongue touches my nipples. Even harder when he uses his teeth.

"You--You'd want us to-to do that?" I ask, trying hard to keep up with the conversation. I know something wasn't fair but I have no idea by now what this unfairness was. "I don't think my skin willaaah! Bloody hell!"

Eyes close as my body arches up even more after *that* touch. I'm so gone by then I barely hear the other voice until it's closer by. Panting for air I turn to gaze at Cordelia smirking down at us and swallow hard.

"Were-- were we supposed to wait?" I blurt out, looking from one to the other with confusion. "I'm sorry?... please don't stop?" No idea what I'm saying or what I'm supposed to do. I just don't want Angel to stop. Hell, I want Cordelia here as well. That's what was missing. Cordelia not being here wasn't fair. Was that it? Good lord.
Keep Me: ang smiling_keep_me on June 1st, 2008 04:54 pm (UTC)
I can hear Cordy coming before the door even opens. Those confident steps in her clunky heels. The click of the door finds my hand on Wes' crotch, and I smirk a little at the sounds that follow, wanting to make sure Cordy walks in on a nice view. Very nice view.

"Mhmm, Wes needed to relax," I tell her with a gleam in my eye as I glance over at her. "Wanna come help me?" I ask her, giving her a once over in that little breezy summer dress she's wearing. With Wes asking for me not to stop, I don't think he'll mind some more nimble hands in the mix. Not to mention it's turning me on. And I will definitely be filing away that reaction to me holding his wrists down for later. Oh, yes. That was a beautiful reaction.

And Wes' reactions to my teeth? So hot on a very primal demon level. I wonder if he'll respond the same to Cordy's teeth...

"Mmm, not stopping, Wes," I murmur, sucking on his earlobe while my hands tease at the front of his trousers, pretending to 'try' to find the fastening just to torture him with a few rubs and squeezes. "And I don't think Cordy's unhappy about us getting started either," I tell him in that soft, low voice. "I think she likes the view." I smile over at Cordy, because yeah, I can smell how much she likes it.

Wes is really tenting his khaki's now, and I have to say, looking down the length of him, from his restrained wrists, to his bare chest with that smattering of dark hair revealed beneath his shirt, and the obscene bulge at his crotch when my hand isn't covering it...is gorgeous.
Cordelia Chase: Find it kinda funnyqueen_cordette on June 2nd, 2008 04:03 am (UTC)
"Needed to relax. Uh huh." That's one way of doing it isn't it? Funny how a few weeks ago this kinda relaxing wouldn't even have happened. Oh he might have thought about it. I know Wes had thought about it and heck, I did. But we weren't gonna be doing anything like this about it. Glad we're over that hurdle. Mostly. I hope.

I keep smiling at my boys and for a moment I think about what Wes told us only a day ago. Two days ago? Not that long ago. My eyes move from his prone form, up to where Angel's pinning his wrists down on the bed. That's a bit of a turn on, if it weren't for the fact that I'm kinda worrying about Wes' reactions now.

What if we trigger some kinda flash back? We sorta did the other day, just before he told us. What if he feels like we're using him again? I mean, it's me and Angel ganging up on Wes in a way. He doesn't look like he thinks he's being used but still. Don't want him to feel like we're ganging up on him. And fuck yeah, I like the view.

"Looks like you boys are having lots of fun without me," I grin, sauntering over to the nearest chair. I pull it a bit closer to the bed so I can put my feet up and make myself comfy. "Why don't I sit here and watch the...very hot, very entertaining, very private just for me show. Hm? Go on, you were having fun."
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes white shirt glasseswatcher_pryce on June 2nd, 2008 04:04 am (UTC)
"Relax?" I blink up at Angel's blurred form and then over at Cordelia. They seem to be having a conversation about me without me again. Funny how that seems to happen a lot. Or not so funny. But I think they don't even realize they're talking over my head. About me as if I'm not there. I hate it when they do that, but I know they don't mean anything by it.

Alpha male and alpha female. Wonder what that makes me. I don't think I want to be looking at that to deeply. Good lord. Besides that, Angel's doing a very good job of distracting me from whatever he's distracting me from. Since we're off the plane now, it can't be that.

Hips keep pushing up with small thrusts everytime that hand of his squeezes one way or the other. Cordelia's moving and my eyes follow her every step. I'm a big surprised when she pulls a chair closer and sits in it to watch us. The blush covering my entire body in bright red isn't something either of them can miss.

"Err..." Do this while she's watching? That is... I don't know. It's almost like in the shower at home. But back then I didn't know she was watching until she joined us. Swallowing hard, I frantically glance from Cordelia, to Angel in the hopes that he'll know what to do. "She....err.... she w-wants to... Angel I'm not sure..." But it it's what she wants, then why shouldn't I give her that? Bloody hell.
Keep Me_keep_me on June 2nd, 2008 11:40 am (UTC)
Wes gets a reprieve when I see how worked up he's getting over this. I slide my body over his again, protectively, but subtly. My thigh slides between his so he's got something to rub against. So he doesn't think he's being punished.

"She likes it, tiger," I murmur quietly in his ear so that he's the only one who can hear me. "I can smell it on her. You're turning her on," I say, the hand that was on his crotch moving up to rub over his arms soothingly. "Think you can let me show you a good time? I bet she'll let us get her off when we're done too," I add, trying to give him incentive. "How does that sound?" I ask, very sure to let him in on every stage of this. He may have a kink for being held down, but that doesn't mean we get to walk all over him.

"I can probably ask her to open her legs and take off her panties so you can see how wet she's getting if you don't believe me," I murmur silkily against his ear, still nibbling on cartilage. "You're going to make both of us come, you know that?" I add in case he's forgotten that we find him arousing too. Which I know he has, because that's Wes.

"I know you can do it," I tell him soothingly. "You're that good, and I'll help," I add, rolling my hips against his. "What do you say, my tiger in the sack? Can we do this for our Cordy?"
Cordelia Chase: Over her shoulderqueen_cordette on June 3rd, 2008 03:58 am (UTC)
Hey now, what's with the secretive whispering. They are so talking about me, I just know it. And with Angel covering up Wes my view is all sorts of gone. Well, except for Angel's fine ass. I'm telling you now, as soon as they got their clothes off each other? They're not gonna be getting in them. No, as much as I would like for them to walk around naked all darn day, that's not what I mean. I mean, they're gonna friggen well adjust to this place and wear the shorts, bermuda's and short-sleeved shirt and T's I packed for them. Wes might actually get a tan!

To bad Angel can't. Wonder if he'll let us in the sun. Okay, that came out wrong. What I mean is, I hope he doesn't mind if we go into the sun. It's kinda like rubbing his face in the fact that he can't go there. That he as to stay in the night, the darkness. But we can bring the sun inside kinda, on our skin. Oooh and he can rub us in with sun-lotion. Extra high factor for Wes who's about as pale as a vampire.

Geeze. Still with the whispering. I lean sideway a bit to try and listen in. But Angel's doing the silent stealthy thing again so I'm not hearing a thing. Damn. Wes looks a little more relaxed now. You'd think with his experience.. Okay, not, now that I think about it. His experience probably have the wrong effect. Maybe that's why he's nervous with me watching? Huh. A Watcher who doesn't like being watched.

"You boys are gonna give me a good show or not?" I ask, pulling my skirt up a bit, legs still casually on the bed. I'm still wearing the lace panties, but they can use their imagination. Or, you know, do whatever. Preferably with each other cause... Yeah. Turn on, and who'd have thought that? "You were really on the right track, guys. Looked very, very hot."
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes glasses blue shirtwatcher_pryce on June 3rd, 2008 03:59 am (UTC)
"Oh?" I give him a dubious look, because I can't remember what Cordelia is supposed to like. Angel's just entirely to distracting! By now I'm no longer sure what he's trying to distract me from. Or if he is was even trying to distract me. Maybe he was soothing me? No, no! Wait! Relaxing! He was supposed to relax me. And Angel's idea of relaxing is pushing me down on the bed, getting me all worked up and turned on. Silly vampire.

A shiver goes through me and my eyes close when I feel his mouth pressed against my ear. There's no breath whispering alone side his voice and that's a little bit strange. But since people don't whisper seductively into my ear that's something new either so it doesn't really matter.

"I-- err..." Swallowing hard I glance up at his hand following my arms. His leg pressing again my groin making me pant harder with need and want. I keep following that large hand until the other one comes into view where it's holding onto my wrists. And yes, there it is again, that obvious twitch he has to feel. And if he's not feeling it, I'm certain he can smell it.

Tongue darting out to lick my dry lips, I blink back at him, staring into those eyes. His words barely filter through but I do get the gist of it. A show for Cordelia, which makes me really very nervous. But she likes it and whatever they want, I'll give them freely. Because I love them and I want them to be happy. Not to happy in Angel's case, but there's little chance of that happening. Cordy certainly not shy about encouraging us.

"I-- Yes?" I mutter, the words ending in a question when glance over at Cordelia and have to blink at the view there. That was probably not what they wanted to hear. So I clear my throat, take a deep breath and move my eyes back to gaze at Angel again. "I mean-- Err... Yes. For Cordy. I don't- I don't know about the tiger in the sack thing thought," I add shyly. Such high expectations. Goodness.
Keep Me: ang curious_keep_me on June 4th, 2008 12:14 pm (UTC)
"Hmm, I think you already proved that you're good in the sack, tiger," I tell him, this time at a volume that Cordy can hear as well, with a quick glance over to her. "Or in the ocean," I remind him, just wanting to make him blush. Because that makes the kiss I lean in to give him smell all the better. My hands let loose of his wrists and move down to slide over his hot cheeks, his flushed neck as I kiss him softly, throughly, devouring him.

Cordy likes watching us kiss, I've learned from the few other times she's watched us kiss. She likes it a lot. It's nice to have a nose that tells you that kind of thing. Very, very handy.

I let Wes up for air briefly a few times, but it's just too good kissing him, so I don't really feel the need to stop. Not when there are lips like his and such an eager tongue in his mouth, tentatively brushing mine back at first. I kinda like that he still does that even though there's been kissing between us before. Not much, but some.

"Hmm," I sigh in satisfaction, when I really let him go to fill his lungs, my hand running through his hair. I give him an impulsive kiss on the nose. "You taste good, Wes," I murmur, amused at myself since I'm not even talking about his blood. Not that I would ever ask for any.

Slipping back to the side of him again, I let my fingers trail lightly over his heaving chest - listening to Cordy's breathing too - and slip under his waistband, under his boxers to wrap my fingers slowly around his length. Fuck. Christ, he is so hot. Literally. I moan softly and give him a squeeze, looking from Wes over to Cordy. "Definitely going to have to get these clothes off you soon," I say, looking back at Wes, my eyes dark with want.
Cordelia Chase: Find it kinda funnyqueen_cordette on June 5th, 2008 04:14 am (UTC)
There's a giggle slipping out when Angel mentions that Wes is good in the sack. And in the ocean. Heh. He meant for me to hear that, he's said it loud enough. Makes me wonder what he said to Wes only moments ago, since Wes is anything but doing the stealthy silent talking thing and he did mention my name. Not that I'm curious or anything. I just want to know everything that goes on, especially when I'm involved. And these boys? Mine, so I'm involved.

Soon I forget all about what they may or may not have been blabbing on about when moments later Angel does his best to kiss Wes unconscious. First the cute blush - Wes is *so* friggen easy at times - and now the kissing. Did I mention that watching them kissing is hot? I've seen kissing people before. Men, women, a combo of those two... demons. None of those did anything for me. Watching these two kiss though? Whoa. Hot. Way, way hot. Did I mention hot?

Tilting my head, I swallow hard and suddenly get the feeling it's hot in here. Literally. Does that airco even work? Geeze. I hitch up my skirt, trying my best when it comes to the whole not touching myself. The attack Angel does on Wes though? Oh that makes it so hard. And it makes Wes and Angel hard to I notice, smirking when I see those slacks tent. Heh. Oh fuck yeah, so hot.

My tongue comes out to lick my lips as eyes follow Angel's hand. Wes doesn't seem to move other then arching his body up into any touch of Angel's. Hand's clutching the headboard, looking all kinds of dazed in a good way while trying to catch his breath. Something that's not made any easier by Angel when that hand of his dips into Wes' slacks. Hey! I like that suggestion. I'm all for that suggestion. I love the suspense of hidden goodies, but since I've seen, felt and had those goodies in me? I can't wait for me.

"Want a hand with that?" I ask, eagerly leaning forward and wishing I could take off my panties at least. No touching, Cordy, you can friggen well do it. "I'm good at taking off his clothes," I say, eyes flicking from blue hazy ones to brown determined ones. "Or yours for that matter," I add with a wide grin.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: brown sweater looking down smile S2/3watcher_pryce on June 5th, 2008 04:15 am (UTC)
Air, air, air. Air would be wonderful. Not blushing would be wonderful. But the way he looks at me, the words he's saying make me blush and take my breath away. I know, of course, that I wasn't really good in bed or at the beach. I still can't believe I've done that at the beach. Good lord! I had sex - several times - on the beach and in the ocean. This for a man who can't even swim, or gets embarrassed by just a kiss in public. What have they done to me?

Not that I can think about it for long. Moment's later I'm getting even more oxygen deprived and love every second for it. A disappointed, maybe even desperate whimper gets out when he lets go of my wrists. Fingers immediately wrap around the slats of the headboard, holding on tight. Not that I have time to actually let my mind wander away far... mostly because I think Angel just kissed it into oblivion.

I keep groaning into his mouth. Arching up in his touch. My tongue slips out, tentatively trying to touch his and getting a jolt of excitement when can feel and taste him as well. When the kissing is done - for now - I'm left blushing bright red, wheezing for air and feeling myself growing harder and harder. These slacks really weren't that tight at all.

"Errr?" What? Taste? What *is* he on about and why'd he stop kissing? I blink up at him with a hazy sort of adoration, because by now I think he could've mentioned a neon purple sky and I'd not care one bit. All I care bout is his touch, his... "Aaah! Oh bloody hell," I moan when I feel his strong hand wrap around my cock, squeezing it hard enough to have me arching up. Though, just touching that might have gotten that effect. And it's not until I hear Cordy's voice that I remember she was watching us.

Christ, Angel's good when it comes to distracting people. Swallowing hard, I blink from Angel to Cordelia and back again. By now I know he's done something to my brain moments ago when he kissed me, because I've no idea what's going on. "We're g-going to c-change?" I ask, a bewildered look bouncing back and forth between those two while I try to lay still for Angel.
Keep Me: sniffwes_keep_me on June 6th, 2008 02:32 am (UTC)
Cordy's offer takes me a little by surprise, but I should have known she wouldn't actually have been able to sit and watch. That would take patience, of which, Cordy has next to none, I think with a smile.

"Yeah, mmm, help would be nice," I say, inhaling the smell of both her and Wes' arousal, along with the thick, lush scent of plants and clean sheets, along with the faint hint of salt off the ocean.

"Me first?" I say, thinking that might help combat Wes feeling like he's being used like the other day. He's easy to get naked. And so far...well, he hasn't always been first, but he's definitely been before me. So maybe Cordy and I will do a little show for Wes.

Who is spread out so tantalizingly all on his own. Grabbing those slats of the headboard like he *needs* them. God. It's all I can do not to just let Angelus take over and take advantage of him properly. Christ. "No changing, tiger, just getting naked," I smile back at a pair of hazy blue eyes.

Sliding my hand out of Wes' khakis, I slither across him and off the bed, hand reaching out to help Cordy out of her chair. "Do we get to undress you too?" I asking, feeling my cock twitch at just the thought. Cordy really does have the body of a goddess. And peeling back the layers covering up that body is...completely erotic. Not to mention getting to do that in addition to revealing Wes' eager, needy, straining body. Mmm.
Cordelia Chase: Over her shoulderqueen_cordette on June 7th, 2008 06:33 am (UTC)
The look of surprise on Angel's face has me surprised. What? What did I do now? All I offered was a little help with the undressing thing. I mean, he could have kept kissing Wes while I undressed him. Not that this'll take like a whole lot, he's already got Wes half undressed. Bet Watcher boy doesn't even know that. He kinda has no idea what's going on I realize moments later.

I look at Wes amused when he's asking about the changing, forgetting my worry at Angel's look for a moment. Oh we're gonna be changing alright, I think, despite Angel's protest that we're not. Well *we're* not gonna be changing. They are. From clothed to naked and pronto. Cause suspense being nice and all like I said? Getting them naked is really kinda... yeah.

Getting up from the chair I glance briefly over at Angel, still not sure if he really wants my help. Why is it I'm now second guessing kinda like everything there is when he's involved? That's not of the good. But everytime he looks at me he's got this surprised look, or the disapproving one or... yeah. The difference between how he treats Wes as opposed to me is... kinda as big as difference of my treatment between those two. Casting stones and all that.

"Nope," I tell him, grinning down at Wes. "I'm gonna be watching the show. You two are the show so you're gonna be with the naked." This isn't about me, it's about them. Maybe next time I catch them I should just... No. Not that's not right either. It *three* of us, not two on two on two. Using Angel's hand to pull myself closer to him, I raise my eyebrow and peer down at his obvious erection showing. "You gonna put on a nice show for me and Wes now?"
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes smile s1watcher_pryce on June 7th, 2008 06:34 am (UTC)
Help? Help what, help where? Why is there no kissing any longer? Or-or touching for that matter. I no longer need to be distracted from-- whatever I was being distracted from. I've no idea really and at this point I don't really care. I just want Angel to keep touching me and kissing me because I feel like I'm about to burst. Which is probably why there's a very audible noise of disappointment getting out when his hand slips out of my slacks.

My cock twitches desperately at the sudden loss. Even though the hand was cool to it usually being warm, it seems that was a terrible turn on for me. Just like when those soft, long fingered hands of Cordelia touch me there. God, those two would have the power to drive me absolutely crazy just with a look, or a touch or... I wonder if they know how much power they have over me.

"Angel?" I whimper, holding on tighter to the slats above my head when he slips off the bed. Cordy's there too, looking very nice in that summer dress she's wearing. Carefree and sexy at the same time. I cannot believe that this man and this woman are mine. Just looking at them, standing there together, gazing into each others eyes... They look so beautiful together.

They look like the prefect couple, the perfect match. Dark eyes both, dark hair, perfect bodies, well toned and muscled at the right places. Soft skin, full lips, and those hands. I feel like I'm worshipping them both a bit while looking them over. It does *nothing* to simmer down on these urges, these needs and wants rising up in me. Mostly noticeable by my slacks getting far to tight.

"Show? What?" I can't help but ask, wondering what's going... Oh right. Getting naked. Who's getting naked? Cordy and Angel? That'd be nice.
Keep Me: ang smiling_keep_me on June 8th, 2008 08:20 pm (UTC)
"Hmm, I thought you might help me put on a show," I tell Cordy, when she steps closer to me, my erection nearly nudging her hip. "You did offer to help with the undressing," I add, guiding the hand in mine up to my shirt.

I look over at Wes on the bed, his body totally straining for more and I can hear this little needy hitch in his breath that says he *wants*. Wants more, a lot more. And he's watching us like we're his last meal and his last salvation. It's a strange thing to be looked at like that. It's different than hero-worship, but it's just as all-consuming, just...more desperate? Lustful? I don't know, but he looks like he's desperately in need of both of us.

"Mm, show off for Cordy, tiger. That's what we're going to do. She's gonna help us take off these clothes that keep getting in the way and then we're going to give her a show she won't forget. Until the next one," I smirk, mostly at Cordy. Because I bet there will be others. After this one though, I think we're going to show Cordy a good time. Which I bet she's expecting, if not hoping for. Heh.

My hands go to take off my belt, tossing it to the side and then toeing off my shoes. That's a little progress. I was going to let Cordy do the rest. Why would she offer to help if she didn't want to...help?
Cordelia Chase: Big Smilequeen_cordette on June 9th, 2008 04:14 am (UTC)
"Help with Wes, yeah," I tell him, wide grin in place, and backing away from him. "Cause he seems a little out of it." And really, who can blame him? What with the way Angel being carrying on. I mean, it even got me excited and I'm not even the one he's touching! Just watching those two is really of the good too.

"You on the other hand don't to be having that problem," I tell him, scooting back till my legs hit the bed. He definitely never does. Not the Wes does anyway. Besides, it might not be a good idea for Wes to see me and Angel put on a show. Knowing him he'll probably dig into that inferior complex of his. The one we're *so* gonna be working on to get rid of.

Sitting down on the bed, I scoot even more back until I'm leaning against Wes and we're both gazing up at Angel. "Angel's not only gonna be putting on a show for me," I assure Wes once Angel's done with the explaining. "He's gonna be putting on a show for both of us. Aren't you Angel? And then he's gonna show you a really good time like he promised."

Uh huh. Lets not forget that. I know Wes wont. Memory like an elephant. Though, why elephant? Do those really have... Okay, get back to the friggen point here, Cordy. Geeze. "It's to bad we don't have any bills to stuff down his underwear don't we?" I ask Wes, raising my eyebrow at Angel. "Unless he's not wearing any," I add with a wink.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes smile s1watcher_pryce on June 9th, 2008 04:15 am (UTC)
She is? I mean... Wait. what? I thought Cordelia was only going to watch? These two are confusing the hell out of me. Good lord. I thought Angel was doing just fine, even though it felt like cheating on Cordelia a little bit. But when I'm with Cordelia I feel the same about Angel not being there. It could be because I don't want to give them more reasons to argue.

Though, they don't seem to be arguing now. Much. I think. Not sure, can't really follow them. Something about a show and Angel putting one on. Where I thought we were going to put on a show for Cordelia. I'm not really show material to be honest. Maybe it's best of Cordelia or Angel does it. Or both of them... Only that would make me feel as though I'm failing them both.

"A-a show," I stammer, since that seems to be the only word that makes sense right now. My body is still on over drive, every much craving what has been taken away. I hoist myself on my elbows while Cordelia sits down on the bed and scoots over to me. Luckily she's leaning against my legs and not... elsewhere. Bloody hell.

"Underwe-- Oh..." Tearing my gaze away from Cordy, I glance over at Angel who's already started with the show it seems. Tongue darts out to luck dry lips while I tilt my head to look at him. "Do you accept British pounds?" I ask Angel breathily, trying not to move to much in fear of... things getting embarrassing. "I don't think he's wearing underwear," I whisper at Cordelia, though I'm sure Angel can hear it anyway.
Keep Me: ang smiling_keep_me on June 14th, 2008 01:22 am (UTC)
Okay, so Cordy's not helping me, alright. Is this some kind of extension of our argument? I could have sworn she offered to help Wes and me. She's giving me an eager look though so I'm not gonna dwell.

Definitely not dwelling when Wes so breathily asks if I take British pounds. No, definitely chuckling. "I'm an equal opportunity stripper. All currency welcome," I smirk at them both. Where did I find these two? I didn't know either of them had a stripper fantasy. Not exactly my forte, but I can give it a go as I start on the top button of my shirt.

And what's the obsession with my underwear? Or lack thereof?

"And why don't you think I'm wearing underwear, hmm?" I ask just to tease the both of them, giving them each a look in turn as I flick open buttons on my shirt one by one, sliding my hands along the soft fabric.

I let the shirt slip to the floor once it's all unbuttoned and off my shoulders. My fingers play with the button on my slacks.

"You sure neither of you wants to do this part?" I ask, feeling my cock press against the front of my trousers at the thought of either of them undressing me...and with their mouths and hands in close positions to do some very nice things. "Going once...going twice..." I say looking between the two of them.
Cordelia Chase: gigglingqueen_cordette on June 16th, 2008 04:24 am (UTC)
"Going thrice, get on with it Angel," I snort, waving a finely manicured hand over at him. "Unless you're scared to strip in front of us," I tease him, grinning first at him and then over at Wes. Heh. Yeah. Like Angel's gonna be scared to strip in front of us. I'm thinking out of the three of us he's the least likely to be embarrassed or cares about the whole naked thing.

Not that I'm totally, you know, into the nakedness of myself. But I know I look good, and I have no problem showing it to *these* two guys. My guys. Wes on the other hand has the most problems with the whole naked thing. If we'd let him he'd be getting into his pyjama's *everytime* we go to bed. Which give Angel and I something to unwrap, I'll give him that, but still... You know?

I lean back against Wes' legs and watch the show. Wes who's not moving much other then squirming. Considering he was already hard before I walked in, I'm thinking Angel's private show isn't making it any better. Or lots better. Heeh!

"To bad we don't have any money on us right now," I say, licking my lips while Angel slowly reveals himself. This is a great show. It's gonna be an even better show once the boys get on with it. But I'm thinking Wes needed a break to clear his head. Not sure if this is clearing his head much though. Heh.

"This show really is worth a lot of money. I'm sure Wes'll pay you back though. In full," I say, grinning to Wes who's giving me one of those cute shy looks. There's even a smile to go along with it. Awww. "Bet you ten bucks he's not wearing any underwear," I whisper at Wes, knowing full well Angel can hear me.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes smile green shirt S1/2watcher_pryce on June 16th, 2008 04:25 am (UTC)
My mouth is already opening to offer to help out, more out of pure politeness then of actual want. Not that I don't want to, but moving is going to be an experience. I can tell that much from the little moves I've already made. My erection is pushing against my slacks painfully and watching Angel's show isn't making it go anywhere. It only makes it harder. In every way.

Cordelia leaning against me isn't helping either, though I doubt she knows this. My hand is on her arm, feeling that oh so soft skin. I can smell her perfume and the lotion she's put on. Flowers and herb and something that is so distinctly Cordelia I'd have trouble giving it an actual name. So even though she's thoughtfully placed herself in such away as to not hinder me, she's very much having an effect.

Which is maybe why I'm somewhat glad that she jumps in, takes the lead and tells Angel to get on with it. My eyes move from Angel to Cordelia and I'm unable to swallow the whimper getting out fully. With every inch of skin Angel reveals. With the way Cordelia is licking her lips. It all makes me shift on the bed, trying to get comfortable to no avail.

"Very much worth it," I agree softly with Cordelia's opinion about the show. Her suggestion that I pay him back in full has me blushing all over, though a shy smile gets out anyway. I would and will pay him back. He was already showing me 'a good time' wasn't he?

"I would say you're on," I whisper back, both of us watching Angel like hawks now, "but I think I'd loose." I don't think Angel's wearing underwear. In light of the show that is to come, it's also not important. But funny never the less.
Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on June 26th, 2008 02:05 am (UTC)
"You're missing out," I tell Cordy, shaking my head like she doesn't know what she's saying, turning down a chance to help me get undressed. "Next time, I'm making you guys do all the work," I say, casually flicking open buttons.

"What if I want double my money?" I tease Cordelia, before turning around, my bare back to them, hands going to my fly. Bet she didn't plan for me wanting to have my Wes and her too, did she? Thought she was going to get away with just watching? Maybe, but god, she smells intoxicating too. I give a quiet moan at the thought...and for the benefit of my audience.

The sound of my fly unzipping fills the room and then I tug the button of my slacks open, a noise getting out of me as my cock gets some relief. "How am I doing?" I ask, sliding my slacks and boxers down my hips, bending over to give them both a good view. I take a moment to pull off my socks surreptitiously while I know they're busy staring at something more enticing.

"So should I consider a career in stripping?" I ask, turning around slowly so that they can take a good long look. The looks and the smells coming off of both of them tells me everything I could ever need to know.

"Looks like it's Wes' turn, doesn't it?" I ask, giving the two of them my own looking over. Like the way Wes' trouser are bulging, and there's a faint hint of Cordy's nipples through her sundress. Gorgeous.
Cordelia Chase: Angel Cordyqueen_cordette on June 26th, 2008 04:40 am (UTC)
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