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08 October 2007 @ 06:01 pm
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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.
Current Mood: tiredtired
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: yellow shirt slight smile S1/2watcher_pryce on October 26th, 2007 04:35 pm (UTC)
"Positively horrid line," I murmur in agreement, a besotted smile slipping out when I see the twinkle in his eyes. They must be sparking very brightly if I can even see them without my glasses. Goodness, but he's -- a lot of things rolled into one. Sexy, cute, handsome, gentle and very much a cave-man at the moment. Still not sure what to think of that, but my body certainly liked it. Even if my brain is still caught up in the sulking.

I glance at him, still looking far to dazzled by this man. It's probably the same way I look at Cordelia given the chance. I'm so very doomed around these two. Who knew they would figure out how to play me so easily? How did they learn which buttons to press so quickly while I'm still studying the whole 'manual to a threesome' handbook is beyond me? I guess when it comes to these things they're the quick study while I hobble after them in the hopes I'll catch up eventually.

Which I finally seem to be doing when he puts my hand on his bare chest. The first thing I notice isn't his lack of a heartbeat, or how strong and muscular it is. No, it's how nicely warm it feels from our borrowed heat. *Then* I notice those strong, steel like muscles rippling under my touch. And I'm so drawn into that feeling and look, I almost miss his next words.

"I'm not handling a puffy sponge that'll make me look like a sissy," I mumble, almost on automatic, still gazing at his chest in awe. Until I realize he might appreciate if some touching were to be done. I slide the flat of my hand over his chest, tentatively flick a thumb over his nipple and then glance up at his face to see his reaching. At the same time I put my other hand on his chest as well and have both my hands do some exploring.

"Find me a real sponge and I'll give you a full shower service," I whisper, wide eyes following the path my hands make. "Or I could use my hands," I add, feeling a blush coming up right away after those words.
Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on October 27th, 2007 01:02 am (UTC)
He's adorable. Absolutely adorable. What an adoring smile. Part of me still says I don't deserve it, but a bigger part is very happy to bask in it. And not only adorable, but so incredibly pliant and pliable. Oh, the things we could teach this boy. He just lets me move his hand, and it makes me think of other places I could move it to. It also makes me wonder just how pliant he could get, how much we could get away with telling or showing him exactly what to do.

Such intiative too. There's a hiss of breath as he runs his pretty fingers over my chest, of course, flicking over my nipples. "I don't think Cordy has a sponge manly enough for you," I say with a little twitch to my lips. My own hand slips down his hip and inbetween us, grazing his cock through his pajamas. "Very, very definitely manly." I say, sucking in a pleased breath. I don't think there's a sponge or puff or bubble bath in the world that could make him seem less manly.

"I'd take a full service shower with just your hands though. I've seen the way you handle a book and a crossbow. I have high hopes for your handling abilities," I continue to tease him, the heat of the water really steaming now.

"Might have to get me undressed first though, tiger," I murmur with a grin. Shame he's been wasted all these years. Not just on people that I'm sure haven't appreciated him, but definitely wasted on people who never cultivated the talents laying dorment in this beautiful man. All it would have taken was one person to coax some of them out of him and it's likely I would have never met him.

Lucky for me there are a lot of blind people in the world. Lucky for me *and* Cordelia, I think as my hands slide into the back of his pajama pants.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes surprise S2watcher_pryce on October 27th, 2007 11:07 am (UTC)
"Oh!" I'm pretty sure my intent was to jump back in a reflex sort of way. But apparently my body has a mind of it's own and said minds seems to have caught on. Because instead of doing that I'm finding myself, embarrassingly, thrusting my hips forward and into his hand when he so lightly brushes my shaft. By then my brain not only seems to have caught up with me, but seems to have run away from me.

There's a brief flicker of guilt though, that we're doing this without Cordelia. But since she took away the phone from me and took it upon herself to be bossy, she only has herself to blame. If she'd just let me handle this she could have been in here with us. So there. Oh god, it seems my brain is turning into a child as well.

Not that this sinks through to me at the moment. I'm to busy clinging onto Angel and looking up at him in a dazed sort of amazement. Amazement that he can get me to forget about propriety and modesty - mostly - with just a touch and a blink of an eye. He's something about manly and the doubt in me wonders if he's making fun of me. He's smirking that way though so I don't think he is?

"Hands, yes," I mumble after him like some crazed echo. "Undressing sounds like-- What? Tiger?" Tiger? That makes me do that stupid blinking thing at him again. Then a slow, shy smile spreads over my face when I recall him calling me that some years ago. Didn't think it was funny then. Seems very endearing now though. And Funny. Makes me wonder what he's calling Cordelia.

What was I doing again? Or doing to do? Errr... Oh! Yes! Undressing. Not, mind you, that a pair of boxer and a pair of very sexy looking sweats bottoms are all that much to 'undress'. Unlike myself who's wearing full underwear *and* pajama's. But I've been very cold! I excuse myself, even though I know that's not the reason.

"Uhm. Right," I nod, a serious, thoughtful frown forming on my brow as I think of how to go about this the best way. Because pulling someone's pants down takes so much planning doesn't it? Swallowing hard, I hook my thumbs in the waistband of both his bottoms and his boxers and then slowly start to pull them down, my eyes widening when his cock appear. As though I'm seeing it for the first bloody time!
Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on October 27th, 2007 03:53 pm (UTC)
Now if I were someone who didn't understand Wes-speak, I would be very confused right now. Not a complete sentence in the bunch, and a whole lot of question marks scattered in there.

Doesn't really matter what he's saying even though I do understand. His body is speaking volumes, arching into my hand at that barest brush of a touch. So eager. Makes me hungry for him more than just about anything he could do. He can't hide it, and I think that might be what's so hot about it. He wants me, us, the touching, all of it, and he can't help it, just wants it. And that is very, very attractive.

I smile back at his slow, shy smile, and suddenly I could care less about how hot he is, and all my instincts are saying 'protect him!' because there's that little bit of innocence peeking through and I don't want anything to ruin that gentle, sweet smile. And the little chirping half sentences of confusion. Yes. Adorable and hot all in one. "Tiger," I murmur in agreement, nodding at him. "My tiger."

My tiger who is looking at my pants like they're a puzzle to be solved, or possibly a very serious bomb that needs diffusing and if not done quite right there will be even more serious repercussions. God, he's seriously adorable. My hands give his rear a squeeze of encouragement and that seems to get him going, hands hooking into my waistbands and dragging them down far, far too slowly. I feel the material drag over my ass and over my cock - my cock that is now starting to wonder if it's going to get something more interesting out of this shower than just some soap suds.

"Hmm, good, Wes," I encourage under my breath, trying to get him to keep going. "You're next," I add, hands massaging his firm ass. The man really doesn't have a clue what kind of assets he's got, or how tempting it is just to rip his clothes off and take him against the nearest wall. But I can be good. We can just shower. I do remember how to do that.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes/Angel happy S1/2watcher_pryce on October 27th, 2007 06:45 pm (UTC)
There's a part of me still going Cordelia should be here. Cordy is going to be hurt, or mad or... something when we do this without her. But the fact is that I'm not so sure she will be. I know I would like to spend time alone with just Angel or just Cordelia. Which makes me pretty certain there are time they want this as well. Spend time with each other without me. And we go around feeling mad or worried or jealous about that, then we have a problem.

These thoughts are chased to the back of my mind though when I slowly reveal all of his skin. And he's standing there completely nude and glorious looking. God, he's so handsome, so strong, so-so- so nothing like me. Or I'm nothing like him I suppose. Scrawny, scarred body that's not handsome at all. Once again I find myself wondering what either of them see in me for a brief moment.

"If I'm a tiger," I murmur having to literally drag my eyes away from his body to look him in the eyes. And really, what a strange name that is to give to someone like me if one has to be honest. But whatever makes him happy. "What does that make Cordelia?" Now that is something I would love to hear.

Just--not right I realize when my eyes are drawn to his naked body once more. I'm so mesmerized by the sight - a state I find myself in quite a lot lately - that I almost mist his next words. I'm next. I'm next? With what? Good grief, those strong hands on my arse don't do anything to get my brain to work! All I seem to be doing is panting like an idiot and groan like some fool. "For-- Next for what?" I finally manage to breathe out. I'm pretty sure it's something *very* obvious, I just can't think of anything right now.
Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on October 28th, 2007 01:27 am (UTC)
My eyes perk up at a noise outside the door, and more accurately a lack of Cordy's voice out there. Not going to let Wes know I know, because he seems to be focused on his task, but Cordy is definitely standing near the door. It makes me grin.

I find myself still being stared at until his brain catches up with him and he has to go thinking about what I'm saying. "Cordy's my kitten. My sex kitten," I say slightly louder so that our little listener gets something to giggle about.

Thankfully, Wes is a little distracted to notice, I notice with a smirk as I see a dazed, confused look from those gorgeous eyes looking up at me. "Next to get naked. Can't clean you up with all these clothes on," I purr, and pull him extra close to me to whisper next to his ear. "I think we have an eavesdropper," I murmur, putting a finger over his lips in case he forgets himself and says something. "Shall we make it sound good for her?" I say with a mischievious look on my face.

Doesn't really matter if Wes goes with the plan, all the noises he's been making are sure to be intriguing her already. And I'm not about to mention the fact that Cordelia could easily peek in. That would definitely ruin things.

"Let's get this shirt off you," I grin at him, tugging up the hem of it, urging his arms above his heads. Once it's tossed aside, my hands splay over his chest, spreading up over his shoulders, and back down to that nice trail of hair going down into his boxers...and pajama pants. At least he wasn't bundled up in a parka with three million sweaters. I've got some skin at my disposal thank goodness. "Handsome," I murmur, catching his eye, and catching myself before I end up calling him pretty. Probably wouldn't go over well.
Cordelia Chase: Big Smilequeen_cordette on October 28th, 2007 10:42 am (UTC)
"My associates and I will be there this evening, Sir," I assure the guy. The customer. *Paying* client. With a haunted resort. That's so totally up our alley. Oh yeah, haunted things we can do. Haunted things in Hawaii? I'm so there! Oh my god, I'm almost squealing! Hawaii! We just have Wes go in with that big brain of his and some books and presto! We got ourselves a vaca on Hawaii!

I'm so totally not bouncing when I all but run back into the bedroom to tell the boys the news. Only to find no boys at all. The huh? Where'd they go? I frown, looking at the empty bed and then realize that hey, there's voices coming from the bathroom. They went ahead without me? Pffft!

Narrowing my eyes I move over to the door, which has been left slightly ajar. Must have been Angel cause Wes always closes every friggen door behind his cute ass. I keep as quiet a mouse as I lean in a peer thought the crack, though I'm sure Angel musta heard it. And there they are, my boys, Angel doing his best to coax Wes out of his pajama's.

And kissing. Man they're hot when they kiss. I can feel my own body reacting but I'm staying right where I am. Cause it would freak out Wes if I were to barge in now and, y'know, do the second alpha thingy. Wonder how he puts up with two anyway. Wonder how he manages to keep Angel and me from going all alpha on him and each other come to think of it.

That's the reason why, I think as I watch the two of them. Wes is strong and capable and totally able to take care of himself. Mostly. Cause those clothes need help. But there's something about him that screams 'protect!' at me and Angel. And he's cute. Angel at the moment is anything but cute. He's hot and sexy and whoa looking good!

He's also onto me. Sex kitten, hah! Slapping my hand in front of my mouth I giggle at the look on Wes face, who's torn between bolting outta there, looking at the door to see me and focusing on Angel. How about focusing on Angel, Wes, cause hey, totally enjoying the show here. I can have my time with either Wes or Angel and then the other one can watch. If he wants.

This is really going to work isn't it? Yeah, it is. Especially when we're ll going on vacation! Now if only those two would get with the naked and have some naughty fun under the shower? My day would be complete. Actually, acting out that fantasy I've been having for a while now under the shower? *That* would make my day, but hey, gotta get Wes in some comfort zone first. And that's gonna take a while. Meanwhile? I'm so watching.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes huh s1watcher_pryce on October 28th, 2007 10:43 am (UTC)
"She is sexy isn't she?" I say with something akin to awe. Sure there was that thing in Sunnydale. Back then though I hardly notices how beautiful she really was. So glad to have found *someone* who didn't treat me like a nuisance, a bother and would he please go home already. It wasn't until I came here and discovered what a truly gorgeous remarkable woman she truly is.

And re-discovered Angel, whom I had noticed back then. Including how handsome he was and how... noble. But those impressions had been snowed under by the dictations of the Council which Must Be Obeyed. I re-acquainted myself with him as well when I came her. And how.

Which is why I'm finding myself with him in Cordelia's bathroom. He naked and I'm apparently getting there. That's what I was next for.

"Oh. Yes. Of course," I stammer, still in awe that these two would actually want me, let alone *naked*. A shiver runs through me when Angel leans in but I'm still to occupied with the view in front of me to actually take notice of what he's saying. Something about an eavesdropper? Then there's a finger on my lips I can't help but lick slightly, sighing at the taste of it.

"Huh?" Seems to be my word of the day when he ask me if we should make it good for her. Her? Whom? What? Before I can ask he's already tugging my shirt off and I'm finding myself shivering again when those big, strong hands splay on my chest. An even more scrawny looking compared to those hands I realize as I stare down. Making fight the urge to pick up my shirt and cover myself up again.

I don't though, if only because him touching me feels like heaven. My eyes close and I'm shuddering again when he so gently slides his hands over my skin. Down, down and god we're really doing this aren't we? Again, I should say, but it's new and exciting every time it seems.

"Yes, you are," I breathe, prying my eyes open to give him an adoring look. Part of my brain is still wondering about this eavesdropper we're supposing putting on a shower for. Whom? And me? Putting on a show? Hah, I'd laugh if my brain weren't to busy with 'more Angel, please'.
Keep Me: ang curious_keep_me on October 28th, 2007 05:12 pm (UTC)
I smirk a little when Wes agrees that Cordelia is sexy. Of course. But it surprises me that he says it. I think normally it might come with stuttering, but then maybe I'm underestimating him. He does like to tell us that we're attractive. He doesn't seem to have qualms about that.

Back to work on those clothes though. I'll tease him more about Cordy in a minute. "Mm," I give a little moan when he unexpectedly licks my finger. The world really has been missing out. Or maybe I mean just me.

My ego certainly swells when Wes closes his eyes and shudders at my touch. I get more little shudders as my hands slide lower. My fingers trace along the prominent hip bones sticking out above his bottoms. Pretty. Very pretty. Next time, I get to watch Cordy with him.

Oh, but that? That throwing the compliment meant for him back onto me? Not having that. Not at all. He is an attractive, sexy, gorgeous man and we're damn well going to get him to believe it. Or at least graciously accept a compliment. "Actually, I meant *you*," I tug down his pajamas, leaving him in his boxers, "Wesley Wyndam-Pryce are handsome. Gorgeous, sexy, and...I love you." I murmur in his ear, still kind of coming to grips with saying that out loud, but I know it's something he'd like to hear.

My hands slide slowly into his boxers and smooth over his hips and ass as I ease them down before they fall to the floor. "Love Cordy too. She's sexy just like you said. Anything in particular you find so sexy?" I ask him tugging him - all circuits on overload, I'm guessing - along into the shower with me, letting him get the brunt of the warm spray so he can get warm.
Cordelia Chase: Eyebrowraisequeen_cordette on October 28th, 2007 08:47 pm (UTC)
I'm sexy? Yeah, damn right I'm sexy. I train my body hard enough to make it look sexy. And the make up and the clothes and the hair and the whole picture. I'm sexy, I know I look good. Great. Fantastic. Knowing it though is one thing, having the people you love say it? Totally another. It makes me smile a grin I never have on my face. Kinda goofy and boy am I glad to be on this side of the door so they can't see it.

I lean against the door-post, watching my boys. Watching Angel - *naked* Angel - undressing Wes. Listening Wes fling back that compliment. Oh geeze, that boy is so an ongoing project. We compliment him and the turns it back to us. He's gonna do that till he's blue in the face, cause confidence when it comes to himself? So *not* there.

We'll teach him though, Angel and me, I think when Angel does the cool lecturing thing. Not that I think Wes is hearing him. Oh wait, there's totally blushing, so yeah, he heard that. Before he can do the protesting thing though? He's naked, and Angel's telling him I'm sexy. Heh, glowing here. Can't wait to hear what Wes'll say, if anything at all. Cause he seems kinda distracted.

Keep going... not *too* far in the shower! I wanna hear! And I so, so, *so* wanna see! Dammit! I open the door a bit further and slide into the bathroom. What with the steam and Wes not wearing his glasses? I'm not afraid he'll see me. Or hear me for that matter, what with the shower sound and the way he's focused on Angel. Don't worry about Angel cause he already knows I'm here. So I lean against the bathroom counter and blandly watch the show. Hmmm, great show that's gonna be.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Glasses Curiouswatcher_pryce on October 28th, 2007 08:48 pm (UTC)
Where did my-- pajama pants-- go? Oh. Right. Angel. Angel's who's right there. Touching me, something I'm still shocked with. I know it sounds stupid after what we've done by now. Several times. In *public* in fact. But I can't help but still be amazed at the whole concept of both him and Cordelia being even slightly interested in me.

But back to my pants. And it's as I glance down to see where they went that he's adding words to the mix at as well. My hand comes up to pull off glasses to polish them to find that they are, of course, not there. I can feel a blush rising fast and furious, making it fruitless to blame the steam slowly creeping out of the shower.

"I-I-Uh-I-I mean..." Which is about all I manage to stammer out when I hear those three words whispered in my ear. So close, so close by it makes me shiver violently despite the heat in the room. And that's not just the shower creating that heat, I'm sure.

It's more then an automatic reflex to want to tell that no, I'm not any of that. None of those words. Which he should know now that I'm-- How did I get naked? Anyway, he should know just by looking at me. Especially now that he can fully see me. See my ribs, see the scars, see the flaw, everything. But he moves so fast I don't even get a chance to react.

And maybe that's the point.

Suddenly finding myself in the shower, hot water beating down my back, sluicing over my chest and more steam filling the room around us, I stare up at him. In awe, adoration and some shame. Perhaps wonderment as well as to how he can say or even think that about me. *Me* of all people.

"Huh?" I breathe, berating myself for constantly muttering stupid things like that. Cordy? Oh. Oh I can talk about Cordelia. Now that's a nice subject. My favorite aside from Angel.

"Her hair," I smile, reaching out to hold onto Angel's shoulders so I wont slip and fall. "Her eyes, and-and her mouth. She has a most gorgeous mouth and Oh, such a lovely body. But most of all I love the way she smiles. She has a beautiful smile. And a funny sense of humor. Wow," I grin, "Good thing she can't hear me, or I'll never live that down."
Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on October 28th, 2007 09:47 pm (UTC)
Wow, Wes just opens right up, like he had lists already started in his head. I grin at him, knowing that Cordy's just on the other side of that curtain. "Yeah, good thing. Anything else?" I ask moving in closer, always drawn to the heat of him, which is especially good with the hot water sluicing over him. "Maybe this part of her?" I say, smoothing my hands over the curve of his ass and then squeezing.

"I'm a pretty big fan of her smile, too. And...her chest," I say with a bit of a smirk, my hands moving up the front of his chest, deliberately over his nipples. "Those legs too." My god that was the wrong body part to think about, because with the water and the thought of her long, well-toned legs, all I'm thinking of is the other night in the ocean with her wrapped so tightly around me before I slid-

I shake my head out of my daydream and give Wes a smile. "I like the way she smells," I murmur, grabbing for the more manly smelling bottle of soap and drizzling some over Wes' chest, running my hands through it, and spreading it all over him. I also like that Cordy's letting us have this little moment together. I want to be able to have time alone with both of them and not have it be... a thing. I know that'll be harder with W- Who am I kidding it's hard for all of us. So many fragile egos thinking that none of us belong - which still surprises me. But if we can get more comfortable with each other, maybe it won't be so hard.

I keep rubbing my hands and the soap everywhere over him, soapy fingers massaging his back, soap fingers lacing through his, soapy fingers rubbing over his hipbones, and then I've got to kneel down to get the rest of him. "I also like how she tastes," I say, looking up at him, soapy hands rubbing intently over his thighs, as I lean in to taste the tip of his cock, eyes still locked with his.
Cordelia Chasequeen_cordette on October 29th, 2007 04:19 pm (UTC)
Yeah. Good thing she's standing right here hearing every word of that. Wes can be so totally oblivious at times. Usually that's like totally frustrating. Other times? Like now? It's a good thing cause wow. Ego going through the roof here! It's like he has that list all typed out and is reciting it.

I love his voice. That soft, gentle voice filled with awe when he goes over that list. Man, I gotta get him to do that about Angel. Bet he has a similar list for Angel as well. Would so very much not surprise me at all. Nope.

Speaking of Angel? I glance down at my boobs and grin. Yeah, like I hadn't noticed Angel's slight favoritism for *that* part of my body. And since he knows I'm standing right here? He's *so* not gonna live that one down. Wes? Can be with the oblivious about my being here. Angel? No way, he's doing this on purpose.

I think I love him a little bit more for it.

Oh. great noises now. I slip a little to the side so I can peer through the small open part of the shower-curtain. And have to swallow hard cause whoa. Hot? Not even close to the picture they're making now. Both naked, both growing hard and Angel is playing with fire, kneeling like that. I actually have to bring my hand up to bite down on my finger to keep myself from making any sound and getting discovered by Wes.

Fun time will so be over if that would happen. But wow, it's hard not to groan at the sight they make. *My* breathing and heart rate have certainly picked up, and I can feel my body reacting to what they're doing as well.