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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 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."