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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 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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