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20 April 2008 @ 12:06 pm
Continued from Here

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.
Current Mood: scaredscared
Cordelia Chase: gigglingqueen_cordette on April 27th, 2008 09:20 am (UTC)
Oh my gosh, he's totally hyperventilating! If he keeps this up he's gonna faint.. which might not be a bad thing. Knowing Wes though he'll probably not faint and turn with the blue. That's our Wes, never does things the normal way. I mean, getting blown up with the office? Who does that! Wes does that. And now here we are, with a panicky watcher who can't swim.

We better not mention the whole ocean underneath us. I'm thinking words are not gonna be working here no more. Whatever Angel or I say, Wes so isn't listening. Dunno what else we can do, other then asking Angel to knock him out. Which he's not gonna do. Angel wont want to hurt Wes, even if it'll safe all three of us a lot of hassle and... there we go.

My eyes go wide when Wes clings onto Angel like he's gonna personally get him off this plane. Not gonna happen, we're already taking off! "Angel," I mutter, taking off my safety belt and starting to get up to help mister broody pants. Don't even get that far though, cause Angel seems to have found a way to make Wes stop. At least stop yelling like he's gonna die. Way interesting way to make that with the happening. Huh. Why didn't I think of that?

Although, the dirty talk didn't do much good before we got into the plane.

By the time they emerge I'm feeling kinda woozy myself as if I was being kissed that way too. Whoa. Wes still looks like a deer caught in headlights, only now he's panting for a whole different reason. "If you're gonna hold him down," I say, leaning past Wes to look at him, wide blue eyes still looking at me as if he's gonna die.

"Still with the panicking," I tell Angel, "We're gonna have to be kissing him the whole flight. Oooh, or join the mile high club!" I grin, watching Wes' eyes cloud over with confusion as well. So I take my chance before he can get that brain of his to work again and swoop in to claim those watcher lips for myself.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes surprise S2watcher_pryce on April 27th, 2008 09:20 am (UTC)
"How do you know that!" I demand to know, still trying to shake him or-or something! Hands clutch the lapels of his jackets, knuckles turning white with how tightly I'm gripping him. I seem to be shaking myself more then Angel though. That could be the plane! It's the plane! The plane is shaking! That's what's going on and that just cannot be good!

"We're going to crash!" I cry out, giving Angel a stunned look when he tells me to relax. Is he insane?! How can anyone relax on a plane! A plane which is obviously taking up and going into the air. "We can get a parachute," I try urgently, desperately, "Jump out. I'm sure those engines aren't suppose to sound like that," I tell him, hearing Cordelia moving about behind me. Why is she moving! She shouldn't be moving!

"We could-- Mpfh...?" What? What? What's happening? Hands slide away from where they were gripping Angel tightly. Angel's lips, those are Angel's lips. That's what I realize by the time he pulls back. I'm feeling rather dazed, looking at him confused. What-- what happened? Wait, I was doing something. What was I doing? It's not until Angel speaks that I remember what I - we - were doing.

Flying! On a plane! And there was--there was kissing on a plane? And there's Cordelia. On the plane. With a mile high club? "We're that far up?" I ask breathlessly, eyes darting around to see if I can find those parachutes. Or the exit. Don't care, I just want to get out of this plane and--

"Mpft?" Get kisses some more? One hand flails about until it finds Angel's hand and holds on tight there. The other searches and find's Cordelia by the time she releases my mouth and I'm finding myself-- so bloody confused.

"Is everything alright here?" A sweet accented voice asks us. From the corner of my eyes I can see the flight attended slide silently into our line of vision. "Can I get you anything?" she asks, sunny smile in place and I just want to strangle her.

"Certainly," I pant, squeezing both hands I'm holding, "You wouldn't happen to have an extremely large hammer would you?" I ask nervously.
Keep Me_keep_me on May 1st, 2008 11:58 am (UTC)
He's wild-eyed again already, before Cordy can even plaster her lips on him. Wow. Wes really is that scared. But he makes a nice muffled mmpht sound once Cordy does cover his mouth with hers. I smirk as I watch them. Cordelia definitely can be a greedy kisser. It's cute. Right now I'm guessing it has more to do with distracting Wes though.

Oh, huh. My hand curls around his when I feel it searching over my leg. He's so cute. Oh, okay, we're going for death grip, here, got it. I notice he's got Cordy's in the same grip as well.

I shift a little in my seat as I watch, thinking this mile high thing might not be so bad if it's what it sounds like. Cordy does have a way with words and that sounded not exactly innocent. Oh, hey, flight attendant. Uhh...well, I guess she's probably seen it all. Especially with that extra eye she's got hiding under her cute little hat. Wes beats me to the punch though when she asks if we need anything.

"How about just some water," I say when she gets a look on her face at the hammer suggestion. Wes' lips are going to get pretty dry if we keep kissing him anyway. I glance over at Cordelia and raise an eyebrow. What now, more kissing? Might be the only way. Unless I start groping him. And five hours of groping? We better hope he passes out. Wait didn't Cordy have him take something to relax? Shouldn't that be kicking in? The demon woman is back with our water in no time, and I look expectantly at Wes. "How about a sip, tiger?"
Cordelia Chase: hah you wish!queen_cordette on May 2nd, 2008 01:52 pm (UTC)
A hammer? I mouth, giving Angel a confused look. What's he gonna do, knock himself out with it The whole kissing thing obviously only works for as long as we keep kissing. Hey, as much as I like the guy, I don't think either of us is able to keep on with the kissing for the next few hours. Even if it's only a short flight.

"He's only joking," I tell demony girl, trying to dazzle her with a smile. Not that it's needed, cause I think she's seen it all. Kinda. I'm just glad she's not going through that spiel where they flight attended goes to tell how safe the plane is and what the odds are of us crashing in any way. I'm thinking especially the latter might short circuit Wes' analytical brain in a not good way.

What he's gonna do with water though? No clue. I'm guessing Angel's grasping at straws too. Very thin, very snapable straw. Water. Oh! Wait! I still have some pills in my purse. I could give him some. Next time I'm giving him those painkillers he got when he was discharged from the hospital. He hates those cause they make him groggy. At least they'll be doing a beter job then those shitty none relaxing pills. Shoulda known they wouldn't work on Wes. Way typical.

I let Angel do the none-sense chit chat small talk while I dig around in my purse. Yes! There we go, now I only hope they don't clash with the other pills I forced him to take. Naw, I doubt it. Shaking some on my hand, I hold them out in front of Wes while he stares at the water as if it's about to attack him.

"Pills, Wes. Take them, now. Otherwise Angel's gonna hold you down while I shove them down your throat. They'll help you relax..." I tell him, swallowing a groan at his look. "...help you relax *better*," I sigh. "Now be a good watcher boy and take them."
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Glasses Curiouswatcher_pryce on May 2nd, 2008 01:53 pm (UTC)
"No actually, I- I really would like a hammer," I try, giving both Angel and Cordelia a reproachful look. Not sure what's worse. The one asking for water, since I've no idea why the bloody hell I would want water. Or the one telling the flight attendant I'm making a joke. I'm not making a joke! I want a hammer so someone can knock me out, or I can knock myself out! This isn't working, those pills aren't working! At the rate I'm going I'll have heart-attack before we arrive in Hawaii!

The stewardess however seems to take no notice of me as she saunters off to do what Angel's asks. I asked for a hammer! Doesn't that count? Angel's suddenly more important? Who's going to be doing the actual job at this resort, huh? Not Angel, not Cordelia, but I am. And they can't even give me a bloody hammer!

The blasted woman returns in no time with some water and Angel's back to talking to me as though I'm five. "Why would I want to take a sip of water," I ask testily, still breathing heavily. By now I seem to be sweating as well, I notice as my hands keep slipping the grip they have on both Cordelia's and Angel's hand. "I don't want any bloody wat--"

A hand comes into view. Delicate hand with nice painted nails who can dig into your skin very fiercely. I should know, my shoulders have felt it often enough. This time there's a number of white and yellow pills on it that look suspiciously like my pain pills. Wearily I glance from Angel to the water to the pills and end up looking at Cordy. Who has that determined look on her face again.

Sighing I take the pills and toss them into my mouth. "Yes, Cordelia," I mutter, taking the water from Angel - whom obviously must've known Cordy was going to do that, why else would he ask for water. Gulping it down, I nearly choke in is while trying to breathe at the same time.

"I really think parachutes are the way to go," I say nervously as my hand comes up to chew on my-- well not a finger nail, I doubt there's any of those left. Just as I'm about to bite down on a finger, there's a noise coming from the plane making me jump. The glass of water drops in my lap, spilling what was left of it's contents, which was more then half. Not that I care, I'm to busy frantically looking around.

"We going to crash!"
Keep Me: ang curious_keep_me on May 10th, 2008 01:47 am (UTC)
Wes is awfully insistent about that hammer. For a smart guy, he's a little dumb. It'd be better if we just made him passed out from...say...lack of oxygen or something. Not that I'm planning on it or thinking about it as a very, very, very, very last resort. But better me making him pass out than him giving himself a heart attack with the way his heartbeat is sounding like a hummingbird.

I thought the water was a good idea! Calming, soothing, a drink of water! I look at Cordy a little desperately, glad when the flight attendant disappears finally and those pills pop out of Cordy's bag. I give Wes a stern look for show at Cordy's threat, but am so very thankful when Wes swallows the pills at Cordy's *look*.

I'm just about ready to pull his finger away from his mouth and suck on it myself or something when Wes practically jumps out of his skin and starts shouting about crashing. Yeah, the flight demon-woman is going to like that!

My hand grabs for the napkin that came with the drink, blotting at his crotch once the water has gone flying and then firmly turning his head towards me. "We're not crashing, Wes," I tell him firmly before kissing him soundly. Very soundly. Until he settles for half a second and then needs air. Damn air! Damn breathing! Wes needs to calm down until those pills kick in!

I run my thumb over his bottom lip while Wes pants before leaning across to give Cordelia kiss since she looks like she's enjoying the show. And Wes needs to breathe, so he can watch this show, I think as I kiss her a little more soothingly than Wes. We're gonna get Wes through this and we're gonna do it together. And uhh, oh look, my hand is still in Wes' crotch. Guess I should, umm, move that, I realize belated once Cordy and I have stopped kissing.
Cordelia Chase: Moi?queen_cordette on May 12th, 2008 08:32 am (UTC)
"Turbulence! Wes it's just turbulence," I'm quick to explain when he jumps out of his skin. Jesus Christ on a moped! He nearly gave me a heart attack. Geeze! I quickly take the water, what's left of it anyway, out of his hand and hand it over to the flight attendant who came rushing towards us as well. There's a bright smile on my face once more as I look at her.

"He's uh... kinda afraid of flying," I tell her, pretending Angel isn't kissing the bejeezes out of Wes right besides me.

"Yeah," the woman nods seriously, glancing briefly over to the pair beside us. "Can't say I've ever seen this method before," she states, still with that serious look on her face.

"It's new," I shoot back, not missing a beat, smile never faltering.

The woman - demon whatever - nods and gracefully removes herself from the scene without another word. Why do I get the feeling she's still watching though? Huh. Weirdness.

When I look back at my boys, Angel's still 'calming down Wes'. I tilt my head to get a better look, eyes travelling down to notice where Angel's other hand is. Naughty boy. If Wes wasn't so busy panicking he'd be freaking out about the public displays of affection in... you know, *public*. Heh.

I'm trying to come up with some other ways to calm Wes down - other then a hammer, or Angel knocking him out, cause those are last, desperate options - when Angel finally lets Wes up for air. The look on Wes' face has me grinning, until Angel leans over to... Oh. I get a kiss too? I'm not the one needing distraction, but hey, I'm not complaining!

A hand comes up to run my fingers through his hair, soft lips touching cooler ones, telling me just *exactly* whom I'm kissing. Or am being kissed by. It's over far to soon, though I'm not to sure what to make of the groan I hear from Wes when we pull back. With him? Could mean just about anything right now.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes sulk s2watcher_pryce on May 12th, 2008 08:33 am (UTC)
Turbulence my arse! We're going to crash! We're going to fall into the ocean! And if we haven't all gone up in a fiery ball then we're going to drown! And get eaten by sharks! We're going to *die*! I just know it. Planes are not supposed to be making sounds like those! "Crash," I whisper hoarsely, "We're going to crash!"

I don't even notice Cordy taking away my glass with whatever's left of the water. Nor do I notice the demon stewardess rushing toward us. Hell, I barely even notice Angel dabbing away the water at a place he's not supposed to when there are other people around. I'm to busy trying to breathe, trying to find a way out of here and cursing all three of them for not giving me that bloody hammer.

Thoughts start to stutter when two hands grab my face and I'm looking into very stern brown ones. Those could be Cordy's, but I know Angel's. It's astounding how often those two can wear the same look. My mind comes to a screeching halt when soft lips crush over mine and then I'm just... thinking of nothing but getting kissed. For as long as it lasts. And a few moments after.

I'm looking at Angel hazily, more so then usually after he's kissed me. That's strange. Either he's getting even better at it - good lord - or something else is going on. Dazed eyes follow him while he leans over me to... kiss Cordelia. Which is a really pretty sight and I really want to watch it. Lets not even start about that wonderful feeling of Angel's hand where it's currently at.

But my eyes are starting to feel very, very heavy. To the point where I can barely keep them open any longer. That's... is that normal? Air pressure? I've no idea. All I'm aware of is the groan of disappointment getting uttered when I feel myself slump down and everything around me vanishes. Just sleep. And a nice feeling of Angel's hands on me, and Cordy's hands on me. And sleep. Lots of sleep.
Keep Me: ang curious_keep_me on May 16th, 2008 01:55 am (UTC)
Cordy looks surprised - not to mention Wes - when I lean over to give her a kiss too. A kiss that's nice and sweet. Comforting too after all of Wes' little outbursts. Boy, he can get kind of high-strung. Not a bad thing - phobias are like that - but it would be hard to deal with that all the time, I think as I feel him relax next to us.

I try not to let our kiss get too out of hand, but it does feel nice having Cordy's smooth fingers sliding through my hair. There's a groan next to us, a soft one, and I hope that Wes is enjoying the show, because I know I did when it was Wes and Cordy. Not to mention the participating.

When we part though, Wes is fast asleep. Huh. That's funny. I guess those new pills worked. Unlike the first ones. Either that or Wes really wore himself out. "Looks like we got him knocked out," I smile at her, sitting back in my seat, but finding Cordy's hand to hold in Wes' lap sort of. Resting on his thigh anyway. Oh, well the flight attendant has already seen an eyeful as it is.

"Mind if I nap?" I ask, looking over at her with a soft smile. I hope our vacation is actually relaxing. I guess Cordy was right. We could use it. For some reason, all those problems with Cordy and I seem far away. Funny how things seem easy when Wes is around. I guess we still have things to work out. I'll have to try not to be biased, and just let Cordy...do her Cordy thing. Except when it comes to the company card. Yeah, no way there.
Cordelia Chase: Peaceful smilequeen_cordette on May 16th, 2008 04:27 am (UTC)
By the time we pull back, I'm kind of a little dazed. Angel's kisses will do that to you. Just look at Wes, even when he's in full panic mode those kisses calmed him down. Got him with the hazy. Not that I needed calming down but they're nice to get anyway. Reminds me that there is an Angel and I too. A rocky one, granted, but there is an Angel an I. Still. Yet. Hopefully in the future.

So yeah, I blame the dazed feeling for missing what Angel's saying at first. When his words do filter through my first thought is that Wes got himself a damn hammer while we were busy. "What? He got a hammer," I mutter, wide eyes glancing over at Wes in a hurry.

No big ass bruise on his face, what you'd expect with a hammer. Oh. Oh *wait*. The friggen pills finally work. Now all we can hope for is that those stupid pills don't clash with the pills that are *supposed* to calm him down. That'd be of the bad. That'd be a not good start of our vacation. And boy do all of us need this vacation with as stressy as we've been.

"What?" I murmur, having to drag my eyes away from looking at Wes when he sleeps. He's so cute when he sleeps. Mouth slightly open, breathing in softly, glasses slipping down his nose and those ridiculous long eyelashes fanning over his cheek. The guy would make lots of girls jealous with lashes like that. I know I am!

Oh wait. Angel wants to take a nap. "Naw it's fine," I assure him, reaching up to gently pluck Wes' glasses from his face. Folding them up carefully, I wrap them in a tissue - so the lenses don't get scratched - and put them in my purse. Without them Wes looks even more vulnerable then he already did. Good thing he's sleeping.

"I'll wake you up when we get there," I tell Angel, waving at Wes as I go on, "cause I think sleeping beauty there is still gonna be with the sleeping." I'll talk to the flight attendant, get us a wheelchair. It'll be relaxed getting to our vaca home without the Wes panicking.

Grinning at the thought, I put my purse back down, slip my hand back into Angel's and lay it back down on Wes' thigh. My boys. When they're asleep? I'm not, cause someone's gonna have to watch over them. And hey, I can read the latest glossy magazine with one hand only. You learn a trick or two growing up the way I did.