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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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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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