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slashthedrabble2005-01-01 02:31 am
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Wes/Angel - PG - 500 words - S3 Ats
Yay! My first Wangel post of 2005! *throws confetti*
Angel burst into the hotel room excitedly waving a brown box. “Look! It came!” he exclaimed.
Wesley turned, putting his finger to his lips. “Shh! I just got Connor down for his nap. Let’s go into our bedroom.” he whispered, motioning for Angel to follow him.
Wesley quietly closed the connecting doors of the suite. “Now.” he said. “What is this big news?” He crossed his arms over his chest, regarding Angel’s bouncing with a degree of amusement.
“It came in the mail just now, for Connor. I ordered it from a catalog.” Angel said giddily, tearing open the box and spilling Styrofoam peanuts on the floor. He reached inside the box and pulled out a wooden baseball bat, several balls, and two leather gloves.
Wesley gingerly stepped over the peanuts. “Baseball equipment? Angel, he is only a month old.“
“Yeah, but…I just wanted it, so we could play, when he was older.” Angel said, his voice losing it’s enthusiasm under Wesley’s gaze.
Wesley gave him a gentle smile. “No, no, I understand. Love at first sight. Though mine was for a now uncharacteristically hyper vampire, not a ‘Kentucky Slugger’".
Angel laughed. “No, ’Louisville Slugger’ Wes. Would you feel better if we also bought our son a cricket bat?”
Wesley chuckled and shook his head. “No. I feel better because you called Connor ‘our son’, so please, keep the equipment. But why do you have two gloves? I’m not up on my American sports, but I believe it is only one glove.”
Angel shrugged. “Left and right handed. I wasn’t sure which Connor would be.”
Wesley nodded. “Very thorough of you.”
Angel cocked his head. “I believe you are making fun of me, Wes.”
Wesley raised his eyebrows. “Me? What ammunition would you possibly have given me to mock you?”
Angel’s grin slid higher, lighting up his entire face. “Oh, I am sure of it now. You are making fun of me. That means that you need to be chastised.” he stated, lifting his hands up and wiggling his fingers.
Wesley backed up a step. “No. Angel. Connor is sleeping. We need to be quiet.”
Angel smirked. “You should have thought of that before.” He pounced, pushing Wesley down onto their bed, straddling his waist and tickling him mercilessly until Wesley was left completely disheveled and gasping. Angel kissed the tip of his nose. “I win.”
Wesley panted, trying to catch his breath. “So, what’s your prize? I don’t have any Turtle Wax or Rice-A-Roni on me.” he said dryly.
Angel pecked his mouth softly. “My prize is that I spend everyday with you.”
Wesley wrapped his arms around Angel’s back. “Then I won too."
“It’s gonna take both of Connor’s dads to get him into the major leagues. Do you want me to show you how to play while he is napping?” asked Angel.
Wesley shook his head. “Not now.” He smiled slyly. “What else can you show me?”
Angel beamed and began unbuttoning his shirt. “Let’s find out.”
Angel burst into the hotel room excitedly waving a brown box. “Look! It came!” he exclaimed.
Wesley turned, putting his finger to his lips. “Shh! I just got Connor down for his nap. Let’s go into our bedroom.” he whispered, motioning for Angel to follow him.
Wesley quietly closed the connecting doors of the suite. “Now.” he said. “What is this big news?” He crossed his arms over his chest, regarding Angel’s bouncing with a degree of amusement.
“It came in the mail just now, for Connor. I ordered it from a catalog.” Angel said giddily, tearing open the box and spilling Styrofoam peanuts on the floor. He reached inside the box and pulled out a wooden baseball bat, several balls, and two leather gloves.
Wesley gingerly stepped over the peanuts. “Baseball equipment? Angel, he is only a month old.“
“Yeah, but…I just wanted it, so we could play, when he was older.” Angel said, his voice losing it’s enthusiasm under Wesley’s gaze.
Wesley gave him a gentle smile. “No, no, I understand. Love at first sight. Though mine was for a now uncharacteristically hyper vampire, not a ‘Kentucky Slugger’".
Angel laughed. “No, ’Louisville Slugger’ Wes. Would you feel better if we also bought our son a cricket bat?”
Wesley chuckled and shook his head. “No. I feel better because you called Connor ‘our son’, so please, keep the equipment. But why do you have two gloves? I’m not up on my American sports, but I believe it is only one glove.”
Angel shrugged. “Left and right handed. I wasn’t sure which Connor would be.”
Wesley nodded. “Very thorough of you.”
Angel cocked his head. “I believe you are making fun of me, Wes.”
Wesley raised his eyebrows. “Me? What ammunition would you possibly have given me to mock you?”
Angel’s grin slid higher, lighting up his entire face. “Oh, I am sure of it now. You are making fun of me. That means that you need to be chastised.” he stated, lifting his hands up and wiggling his fingers.
Wesley backed up a step. “No. Angel. Connor is sleeping. We need to be quiet.”
Angel smirked. “You should have thought of that before.” He pounced, pushing Wesley down onto their bed, straddling his waist and tickling him mercilessly until Wesley was left completely disheveled and gasping. Angel kissed the tip of his nose. “I win.”
Wesley panted, trying to catch his breath. “So, what’s your prize? I don’t have any Turtle Wax or Rice-A-Roni on me.” he said dryly.
Angel pecked his mouth softly. “My prize is that I spend everyday with you.”
Wesley wrapped his arms around Angel’s back. “Then I won too."
“It’s gonna take both of Connor’s dads to get him into the major leagues. Do you want me to show you how to play while he is napping?” asked Angel.
Wesley shook his head. “Not now.” He smiled slyly. “What else can you show me?”
Angel beamed and began unbuttoning his shirt. “Let’s find out.”
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Wesley raised his eyebrows. “Me? What ammunition would you possibly have given me to mock you?”
Hee!
Sweet and schmoopy, and with hyperactive!Angel too! *g*
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“My prize is that I spend everyday with you.”
*happy sigh* And that would be my most favourite line. Awwwwww! **pets her OTP** WEll done!
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