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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.
Current Mood: scaredscared
Cordelia Chase: Over her shoulderqueen_cordette on June 7th, 2008 06:33 am (UTC)
The look of surprise on Angel's face has me surprised. What? What did I do now? All I offered was a little help with the undressing thing. I mean, he could have kept kissing Wes while I undressed him. Not that this'll take like a whole lot, he's already got Wes half undressed. Bet Watcher boy doesn't even know that. He kinda has no idea what's going on I realize moments later.

I look at Wes amused when he's asking about the changing, forgetting my worry at Angel's look for a moment. Oh we're gonna be changing alright, I think, despite Angel's protest that we're not. Well *we're* not gonna be changing. They are. From clothed to naked and pronto. Cause suspense being nice and all like I said? Getting them naked is really kinda... yeah.

Getting up from the chair I glance briefly over at Angel, still not sure if he really wants my help. Why is it I'm now second guessing kinda like everything there is when he's involved? That's not of the good. But everytime he looks at me he's got this surprised look, or the disapproving one or... yeah. The difference between how he treats Wes as opposed to me is... kinda as big as difference of my treatment between those two. Casting stones and all that.

"Nope," I tell him, grinning down at Wes. "I'm gonna be watching the show. You two are the show so you're gonna be with the naked." This isn't about me, it's about them. Maybe next time I catch them I should just... No. Not that's not right either. It *three* of us, not two on two on two. Using Angel's hand to pull myself closer to him, I raise my eyebrow and peer down at his obvious erection showing. "You gonna put on a nice show for me and Wes now?"
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes smile s1watcher_pryce on June 7th, 2008 06:34 am (UTC)
Help? Help what, help where? Why is there no kissing any longer? Or-or touching for that matter. I no longer need to be distracted from-- whatever I was being distracted from. I've no idea really and at this point I don't really care. I just want Angel to keep touching me and kissing me because I feel like I'm about to burst. Which is probably why there's a very audible noise of disappointment getting out when his hand slips out of my slacks.

My cock twitches desperately at the sudden loss. Even though the hand was cool to it usually being warm, it seems that was a terrible turn on for me. Just like when those soft, long fingered hands of Cordelia touch me there. God, those two would have the power to drive me absolutely crazy just with a look, or a touch or... I wonder if they know how much power they have over me.

"Angel?" I whimper, holding on tighter to the slats above my head when he slips off the bed. Cordy's there too, looking very nice in that summer dress she's wearing. Carefree and sexy at the same time. I cannot believe that this man and this woman are mine. Just looking at them, standing there together, gazing into each others eyes... They look so beautiful together.

They look like the prefect couple, the perfect match. Dark eyes both, dark hair, perfect bodies, well toned and muscled at the right places. Soft skin, full lips, and those hands. I feel like I'm worshipping them both a bit while looking them over. It does *nothing* to simmer down on these urges, these needs and wants rising up in me. Mostly noticeable by my slacks getting far to tight.

"Show? What?" I can't help but ask, wondering what's going... Oh right. Getting naked. Who's getting naked? Cordy and Angel? That'd be nice.
Keep Me: ang smiling_keep_me on June 8th, 2008 08:20 pm (UTC)
"Hmm, I thought you might help me put on a show," I tell Cordy, when she steps closer to me, my erection nearly nudging her hip. "You did offer to help with the undressing," I add, guiding the hand in mine up to my shirt.

I look over at Wes on the bed, his body totally straining for more and I can hear this little needy hitch in his breath that says he *wants*. Wants more, a lot more. And he's watching us like we're his last meal and his last salvation. It's a strange thing to be looked at like that. It's different than hero-worship, but it's just as all-consuming, just...more desperate? Lustful? I don't know, but he looks like he's desperately in need of both of us.

"Mm, show off for Cordy, tiger. That's what we're going to do. She's gonna help us take off these clothes that keep getting in the way and then we're going to give her a show she won't forget. Until the next one," I smirk, mostly at Cordy. Because I bet there will be others. After this one though, I think we're going to show Cordy a good time. Which I bet she's expecting, if not hoping for. Heh.

My hands go to take off my belt, tossing it to the side and then toeing off my shoes. That's a little progress. I was going to let Cordy do the rest. Why would she offer to help if she didn't want to...help?
Cordelia Chase: Big Smilequeen_cordette on June 9th, 2008 04:14 am (UTC)
"Help with Wes, yeah," I tell him, wide grin in place, and backing away from him. "Cause he seems a little out of it." And really, who can blame him? What with the way Angel being carrying on. I mean, it even got me excited and I'm not even the one he's touching! Just watching those two is really of the good too.

"You on the other hand don't to be having that problem," I tell him, scooting back till my legs hit the bed. He definitely never does. Not the Wes does anyway. Besides, it might not be a good idea for Wes to see me and Angel put on a show. Knowing him he'll probably dig into that inferior complex of his. The one we're *so* gonna be working on to get rid of.

Sitting down on the bed, I scoot even more back until I'm leaning against Wes and we're both gazing up at Angel. "Angel's not only gonna be putting on a show for me," I assure Wes once Angel's done with the explaining. "He's gonna be putting on a show for both of us. Aren't you Angel? And then he's gonna show you a really good time like he promised."

Uh huh. Lets not forget that. I know Wes wont. Memory like an elephant. Though, why elephant? Do those really have... Okay, get back to the friggen point here, Cordy. Geeze. "It's to bad we don't have any bills to stuff down his underwear don't we?" I ask Wes, raising my eyebrow at Angel. "Unless he's not wearing any," I add with a wink.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes smile s1watcher_pryce on June 9th, 2008 04:15 am (UTC)
She is? I mean... Wait. what? I thought Cordelia was only going to watch? These two are confusing the hell out of me. Good lord. I thought Angel was doing just fine, even though it felt like cheating on Cordelia a little bit. But when I'm with Cordelia I feel the same about Angel not being there. It could be because I don't want to give them more reasons to argue.

Though, they don't seem to be arguing now. Much. I think. Not sure, can't really follow them. Something about a show and Angel putting one on. Where I thought we were going to put on a show for Cordelia. I'm not really show material to be honest. Maybe it's best of Cordelia or Angel does it. Or both of them... Only that would make me feel as though I'm failing them both.

"A-a show," I stammer, since that seems to be the only word that makes sense right now. My body is still on over drive, every much craving what has been taken away. I hoist myself on my elbows while Cordelia sits down on the bed and scoots over to me. Luckily she's leaning against my legs and not... elsewhere. Bloody hell.

"Underwe-- Oh..." Tearing my gaze away from Cordy, I glance over at Angel who's already started with the show it seems. Tongue darts out to luck dry lips while I tilt my head to look at him. "Do you accept British pounds?" I ask Angel breathily, trying not to move to much in fear of... things getting embarrassing. "I don't think he's wearing underwear," I whisper at Cordelia, though I'm sure Angel can hear it anyway.
Keep Me: ang smiling_keep_me on June 14th, 2008 01:22 am (UTC)
Okay, so Cordy's not helping me, alright. Is this some kind of extension of our argument? I could have sworn she offered to help Wes and me. She's giving me an eager look though so I'm not gonna dwell.

Definitely not dwelling when Wes so breathily asks if I take British pounds. No, definitely chuckling. "I'm an equal opportunity stripper. All currency welcome," I smirk at them both. Where did I find these two? I didn't know either of them had a stripper fantasy. Not exactly my forte, but I can give it a go as I start on the top button of my shirt.

And what's the obsession with my underwear? Or lack thereof?

"And why don't you think I'm wearing underwear, hmm?" I ask just to tease the both of them, giving them each a look in turn as I flick open buttons on my shirt one by one, sliding my hands along the soft fabric.

I let the shirt slip to the floor once it's all unbuttoned and off my shoulders. My fingers play with the button on my slacks.

"You sure neither of you wants to do this part?" I ask, feeling my cock press against the front of my trousers at the thought of either of them undressing me...and with their mouths and hands in close positions to do some very nice things. "Going once...going twice..." I say looking between the two of them.
Cordelia Chase: gigglingqueen_cordette on June 16th, 2008 04:24 am (UTC)
"Going thrice, get on with it Angel," I snort, waving a finely manicured hand over at him. "Unless you're scared to strip in front of us," I tease him, grinning first at him and then over at Wes. Heh. Yeah. Like Angel's gonna be scared to strip in front of us. I'm thinking out of the three of us he's the least likely to be embarrassed or cares about the whole naked thing.

Not that I'm totally, you know, into the nakedness of myself. But I know I look good, and I have no problem showing it to *these* two guys. My guys. Wes on the other hand has the most problems with the whole naked thing. If we'd let him he'd be getting into his pyjama's *everytime* we go to bed. Which give Angel and I something to unwrap, I'll give him that, but still... You know?

I lean back against Wes' legs and watch the show. Wes who's not moving much other then squirming. Considering he was already hard before I walked in, I'm thinking Angel's private show isn't making it any better. Or lots better. Heeh!

"To bad we don't have any money on us right now," I say, licking my lips while Angel slowly reveals himself. This is a great show. It's gonna be an even better show once the boys get on with it. But I'm thinking Wes needed a break to clear his head. Not sure if this is clearing his head much though. Heh.

"This show really is worth a lot of money. I'm sure Wes'll pay you back though. In full," I say, grinning to Wes who's giving me one of those cute shy looks. There's even a smile to go along with it. Awww. "Bet you ten bucks he's not wearing any underwear," I whisper at Wes, knowing full well Angel can hear me.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes smile green shirt S1/2watcher_pryce on June 16th, 2008 04:25 am (UTC)
My mouth is already opening to offer to help out, more out of pure politeness then of actual want. Not that I don't want to, but moving is going to be an experience. I can tell that much from the little moves I've already made. My erection is pushing against my slacks painfully and watching Angel's show isn't making it go anywhere. It only makes it harder. In every way.

Cordelia leaning against me isn't helping either, though I doubt she knows this. My hand is on her arm, feeling that oh so soft skin. I can smell her perfume and the lotion she's put on. Flowers and herb and something that is so distinctly Cordelia I'd have trouble giving it an actual name. So even though she's thoughtfully placed herself in such away as to not hinder me, she's very much having an effect.

Which is maybe why I'm somewhat glad that she jumps in, takes the lead and tells Angel to get on with it. My eyes move from Angel to Cordelia and I'm unable to swallow the whimper getting out fully. With every inch of skin Angel reveals. With the way Cordelia is licking her lips. It all makes me shift on the bed, trying to get comfortable to no avail.

"Very much worth it," I agree softly with Cordelia's opinion about the show. Her suggestion that I pay him back in full has me blushing all over, though a shy smile gets out anyway. I would and will pay him back. He was already showing me 'a good time' wasn't he?

"I would say you're on," I whisper back, both of us watching Angel like hawks now, "but I think I'd loose." I don't think Angel's wearing underwear. In light of the show that is to come, it's also not important. But funny never the less.
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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