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30 December 2007 @ 12:23 am
Continued from Here

"Nah, he'll be fine," I assure him, running my fingers through his hair. "He's Angel, he's the champion and all that crap. He'll be just great." Not sure whom I'm trying to convince here. Wes or myself, but I'm thinking I'm doing a pretty good job for myself. Not so sure about Wes, but he's our pro worrier.

Its when the door opens to reveal Angel standing there in all his brooding glory that I realize just how worried I was. I let out a relieved sigh and grin triumphantly at Wes. "See?" I tell him smugly, leaning in to kiss him gently before scooting out of bed. "Told you he'd be back soon."

As I walk over to the drawer, I give Angel a once over, making sure to cover up any worry that might be visible. Hey, I got a rep to uphold. I'm thinking sweet soft Cordy got out a bit to much this evening. Oh yeah, heads are gonna roll at this meeting. Okay, not at the meeting, cause we need the paying customer. And why am I at this drawer?

Oh yeah, getting boxers for Wes. Wes who, after uttering a breathy 'Angel', is still staring at our vampire like he's either the second coming, or in so much trouble for running out. You never know with these two. I swear, they can like hold a five hour convo in three seconds with just their eyes. It's creepy and cute at the same time. Wish I could do that with them, but it's an Angel - Wes thing I guess.

"I was just gonna get Wes some clothes, cause I told him you weren't so keen on him going to this meeting in the buff," I inform Angel casually, lips twitching into a smile when I see Wes scowl at me again. Yeah, he'll be okay.


Now if only I could say the same for Angel. Or me. Ugh.
Current Mood: draineddrained
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes white shirt glasseswatcher_pryce on January 1st, 2008 08:31 pm (UTC)
His words are something I barely even hear, I'm so lost in the look in his eyes. I hear the teasing tone, that much I get, but if he was expecting a witty comeback he's going to be sorely disappointed. I'm not Cordelia though, so witty come-backs aren't really my forte. Blushing like a fool however is it seems. But I just can't seem to tear my eyes away from him. Can't keep my hands away from him. I have to touch him, feel him, have him close. Please don't leave me alone again.

I've been lonely for most of my life, it's only now that I realize what it's like to have not one, but two someone's care about you. Whether you live or die. What happened to you. Wanting to protect you. At least that's what I make myself believe to see when I look in his eyes. That's what I make myself wanting to believe when I feel his lips close over mine. After that, any thought I have are gone as long as our mouth's meet.

Arms curl around his shoulders, holding onto one of my rocks in the life I now lead. I can feel him groaning into my mouth, feel him starting to breathe and that makes me feel alive even more. My body is still to tired and to stressed out for it to respond to anything - Cordelia would kill us anyway - but my mind is strangely put at ease by his kisses. He still wants this. He, at least, still wants me.

I put my head on his shoulder and close my eyes when he has to let go so I can get some air. His hand is so soft and gentle I can feel a bile forming in my throat and have to fight not to let those damn allergies crop up again. His question makes me smile again however, turning my head on his shoulder to show him that exact smile.

"Always," I whisper, "I'll always want more of this from you. And Cordelia. Please."
Keep Me: ang happy_keep_me on January 1st, 2008 08:51 pm (UTC)
And that sounds like more of a vow to me than even hearing those famous three words from him or Cordelia. I curl him closer in my arms after he gives me that gentle, radiant smile. I think it's that little please on the end that really makes it stand out for me though. Like even going a few seconds is too long, and that he really, really does want to be kissed by me, possibly be given anything by me. That is the clincher.

I stroke the bare skin of his back, holding him so close to me. "And I always want you to have it," I say in return, scattering slow kisses from his temple down to his jaw and then back to his mouth, worshipping him just a little. Because he should be. He should know what it feels like to be treasured and cared for and...wanted.

"Love kissing you," I tell him, lips sliding against his, so he knows that his words are welcome. I brush his mouth with one kiss after another, tongue flicking over his lower lip, teasing his lips apart even though I know I don't need to. I know I'm welcome. These loving gestures are going to be the easy part, I think, still running my hand over his back and up his neck. It's what comes after that's going to be hard. I let him breathe while my fingers caress his cheek again.

This new skin he's exposed, it's got to be fragile and easily torn. I don't want to hurt him. I do want to show him it can be good and *consensual* but God, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't worried about even the thought of something going wrong, of making his nightmares even worse. Right now though, right now we can have this.
Cordelia Chase: Calm zenqueen_cordette on January 1st, 2008 09:12 pm (UTC)
Ugh. Okay, after tonight and all that shit I don't think perfection is something I'm gonna be able to reach. Damn. Well, I know that no one is gonna notice anyway, cause I always look good. Except possibly not when laying in a hospital bed and having the evil and stuff of the world flashing before you. But hey, not like anyone else could look good doing that.

So no one's gonna notice a bit of none perfection. With the possible exception of my boys, who know better then to say something. Hah. I got them so well trained. You betcha. At least when it comes to this. But what happens the next time we poke at something like this? I mean, Wes so isn't the only one who's build like tons of walls around him.

He is the only one brave enough to let them crack when we're around. Not sure if I could do such a thing. Not just now, not even with Angel and Wes around. Yeah, I trust them but... anyway...

Hair? Done. Make-up? That *is* perfection. Oh the things you can cover up with the right make up. Smile? Little on the wobbly side but we'll work on that. Eyes? Yeah, okay the make up helps but we'll need to work on getting that certain light back. I'll get there, I think as I open the bathroom door and-- stop short.

Looks like that smile is back, I think a few seconds later. I watch my boys kiss oh so gentle and soft and *caring*. I'm not sure who needs this more, Angel or Wes. I do know that they need this little it of time. I quickly scoot back into the bathroom - after checking the clock, we have an appointment! - and carefully close the door. I'll give them another few moments, then I'll make enough noise for even them to realize I'm so coming out. Somehow I doubt Wes is gonna be dressed by then. Heh.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes/Angel happy S1/2watcher_pryce on January 1st, 2008 09:13 pm (UTC)
That sounds a bit like a spoiled child doesn't it? A bit greedy and a whole lot selfish. I don't even realize it until it's out of my mouth. Always want more of them. I shouldn't ask them for more, I've already asked so much. What with burdening them with all my crap, as Cordelia would say. Which was not my intent, even though I feel strangely better now that they do know. Better and afraid. So, so very afraid.

Angel makes that all disappear. Just as Cordelia did when she kept holding onto me. But I can't go the rest of my life clinging onto them. I have to learn to stand on my own two feet again, have to learn to deal with this. Have to learn... But as Angel's hand slides over my back I also think it can wait. I think I can indulge a little in what he's giving me now.

Especially when he tells me he loves kissing me. I beam up at him. An honest to god, if not shy, beam of a smile. It's being swallowed whole by his kisses, though I can still feel it deep inside me. Groaning into his mouth, I curl my arms even tighter around me, as though I'm afraid he's going to let go any moment now. He doesn't though, just keeps on kissing and touching and holding on.

When we finally pull back so I can breathe, I realize there's still a smile on my face. Maybe not a beaming one, but a softer, gentle and utterly adoring one. "I love you," I whisper, uncurling one hand to cup his face and nearly drowning in those eyes. Not even the loud noises from the bathroom seem to be able to tear me out of it, almost as though he's got me hypnotized.

I have to tell Cordelia later on that I love her too. I couldn't have done this without either of them. And it's a frightening though to realize I need both of them now to keep on going. At least until I find my place in the world, or even in this relation ship again. My footing if you will. I couldn't have asked for two better people at my side though. Ever.
Keep Me: ang curious_keep_me on January 2nd, 2008 04:22 am (UTC)
"Love you, too," I say quietly, sensing he needs to hear those words as well as be kissed and reassured about us. I might not have said it back right away some other time - still hasn't quite sunken in that we're saying that to each other now - but it's something he needs, so I do.

Not letting him go so much yet, either. Not even when Cordy opens the bathroom door with a lot of fanfare and enthusiasm. I glance over though and she- she looks good. Looks like she's got her mask on, but she looks good as she always does whenever she wears...clothes.

"It's Wes' fault. He distracted me," I say giving him a teasing smile and running a hand over his back again. I'm not the one who's not ready though, so I don't actually need an excuse for still being one of the ones sitting here with Wes on the bed.

"Maybe you should try encouraging him to get dressed," I say, looking at Cordelia totally innocently while kissing Wes' temple. "You like being in bed with me, don't you, Wes?" I add just as innocently. I think both of us would rather stay here together tonight. Why do we have to see this client? There's going to be a catch, I just know it, and then Cordy's going to be completely disappointed about Hawaii, and there's going to be nothing I can do about it. I don't want to see her disappointed any more than I want to see Wes disappointed.
Cordelia Chase: hah you wish!queen_cordette on January 2nd, 2008 05:01 am (UTC)
Okay, and that's enough. I think I've given them plenty of 'moments' by now, even more then the what I was planning of giving them. Time to get going, meetings to keep, places to go. And so on, and so on. When I open the door though with a lot of noise and making sure they know I'm coming out? They're still doing the eye gazing kissing thing.

Huff. No. Really. Huff. Lots of it. I raise my eyebrow at both of them, having to tamper down on a smile when I notice the look on both of their faces. I wouldn't say it was happy, how could they be happy in light of what Wes told us just now. But they look-- sheepish.

As they should! My arms cross over my ample boobs as my eyebrows raise even more. "What part of 'I expect you to be dressed' did you guys have trouble with? Huh?" And Angel's innocent act so isn't helping. Even though Wes' blushing is cute, especially when he realizes he'd gonna have to get out of bed, naked, with *both* of us standing right here.

Yeah, you shoulda thought of that before, eh, bucko? But since I'm against Wes getting uncomfy at the moment? I guess we'll have to find something for that as well. "Encourage him to get dresses? Okay. Wes," I say sternly, giving him a look to match as my head swivels over to him, "get your cute behind out of bed and get friggen dressed."

I bet he likes being in bed with Angel. Huff and more huff. "If we miss this meeting," I rant on, sliding past them both with a flip of my hair and moving into the living room - that'll ought to make Wes more comfy, now if only Angel would get that too ha ha, yeah right. "There's gonna be hell to pay!"
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Glasses Curiouswatcher_pryce on January 2nd, 2008 05:04 am (UTC)
That beaming smile is back. Just hearing those words and I'm beaming. Those are words I've never heard before I met Angel and Cordelia. Those are words I've never thought would ever be said to me. Especially not said and meant. Yes, I'm still feeling very insecure about either or them meaning it when they tell me this. But it's the look in their eye that has me believing, if even for that moment, that they do. Makes my breath hitch everytime one of them does say it.

Not even Cordelia loudly coming out of the bathroom can make that grin slip away. I look up at Angel adoringly until he looks away. No doubt to glance over at Cordelia. Which is when his words sink in. The smile is replaced by a sheepish look of guilt as I glance over at Cordelia as well this time. Taking in her stance and wondering when she'll tap her feet to ad to the impatience she's showing now.

"I'm sorry," I murmur automatically, already moving to get dressed. Except, I'm completely naked while neither of them is. I know, I know it's stupid to be embarrassed about that, or feel ashamed of myself when they both have seen it all already. I'm still feeling very exposed though, so I end up fiddling with the blankets in my lap, feet dangling over the edge.

And despite Angel's teasing, complete with a sweet kiss. And despite Cordelia's bizarrely tactful retreat, my being naked is starting to make me feel more then a little uncomfortable. So I quickly gather my clothes, give Angel a shy if not apologetic smile, and race toward the bathroom, muttering a "I wont be a moment."

It really wont take me more then ten minutes to get dressed. But I end up staring in to the mirror, watching that face staring back at me. Red rimmed eyes, despite the glasses perched on his nose and a new fragility, a new vulnerability I haven't seen before. "Who are you?" I murmur at the reflection, while hoping Cordelia and Angel know. Because I'm feeling a little lost at the moment.