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08 October 2007 @ 06:01 pm
Continued from Here

Don't I get another kiss, nya, nya, nyeah, I know. Childish. But seriously! I just kissed him! Jackass. Knew that didn't make no impression at all. Bet he wants Wes kisses. Bet he just wants Wes, that's why he's not impressed with me. Bah. Men! Like I didn't see him look at Wes when he thinks I'm not watching him. Yeah, I seen it. Wes hasn't. Wes is being oblivious guy.

They got something those two. Something I can't give either of them and it doesn't have to do with both of them having a dick! Cause hey, I could strap one on an viola! It's not that, it's something. Something. I dunno. Something.

I try not to huff as I lay there with my head on Wes chest. And yeah, Angel's hand rubbing my back feels nice but I'm still with the disappointed about my kiss not making him with the speechless. I mean, what does it take?! Geeze. Okay, it takes very little to get Wes speechless, so that's not an example and--

Or totally not speechless. Huh. I still say my boys kissing is hot. See? I knew that's what-- "Hmpf?" Oh. Oh yeah!. Now that's what I call a kiss. Such a Wes kiss, but there's something urgent behind it. When we pull back, - damn air - I blink at him stupidly and for the first time I'm kinda speechless. Huh. That was all kinds of unexpected.

His next words are even more so. I wasn't sulking! I wasn't! What's with the look? Oh hell, okay, okay, so I was sulking. And Angel was brooding? Why? What's he got to brood about dammit! Okay, okay, no sulking.

Damn if there aren't things Angel and I need to talk about. Soon. Yeah. Not now, now I'm going to not sulk and get some rest.

"Yes, boss," I murmur, giving him a mock salute which seems to amuse him. Okay. Good. Amused Wes is always of the good. I give Angel a tentative look - and who thought I'd be capable of that? - before reaching out for his hand to lace our fingers together.
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Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: brown sweater looking down smile S2/3watcher_pryce on October 23rd, 2007 07:07 am (UTC)
The fact that I'm to old to be sulking is the reason I'm not. Sulking that is. I'm not! But really, I could've handled that call. I could've made an appointment just as easy as Cordelia's now doing. I don't see why she had to take the phone away from me. Twit. She was the one who said the machine could pick it up! So I'm not sulking. I'm not.

Oh. What's Angel... Oh. Oh!

I blink stupidly when two legs appear on either side of me and then shiver when I feel strong arms slide around my waist. I wasn't sulking, of course, but this is nice. Angel trying to be comforting and reassuring. Trying being the wrong word, he's succeeding rather well.

"I don't see why we need those extra hundred dollars," I say, still definitely not sulking. Because really, aren't we supposed to help the hopeless? Or the helpless, whichever. Which is Cordelia's slogan, she's come up with it! Alright, we probably *could* use that extra money very well. Something which both Angel and myself seem to forget more often then not.

Right now though, those are thoughts which seem to vanish the more Angel is being 'comforting'. Adding kisses here and there. Feeling either of their lips anywhere, it seems, and I'm lost. "Hmngh," I murmur in-audibly, having no idea what I'm saying by that point. Instead I close my eyes and just enjoy the moment, hands landing on his legs while I lay my head back on his shoulder. Broad, bare shoulder. Borrow warmth. Nice.

"Cordy would kill us if we had a shower without her," I sigh, a strangely content smile threatening to break right. "Would serve her right if we went ahead anyway," I add, still not sulking. Not me. "Hmmm," I agree with myself, turning my head to kiss the base of Angel's throat, "it most certainly would."