One more Seriously ficlet from me

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Giles/Wesley, rated G, 200 words.


“You have got to be out of your bloody mind. What on earth makes you think I would seriously consider doing that--and in public?” Giles pushed the box back into Wesley’s hands.

Wesley was disappointed. “I never thought you’d be so against the idea. Didn’t you tell me that you often did it when you were younger?”

“Yes, but I was a different person then. Half the time I was out of my mind on mystical psychotropic substances anyway. I don’t think I could remember it all now, even if I wanted to.”

Wesley grinned wickedly and softly kissed him. “Oh, now Rupert, I know you remember; it comes with instructions.”

Rupert sighed in defeat. He knew Wesley would win in the end so he might as well give in. Damn him and his gorgeous, pleading blue eyes.

With a scathing glare, Rupert opened the box and pulled out the lacy black corset.

Wesley reached in and held up the platform heeled shoes. “It’s just a jump to left,”

“And then a step to the right. Yes, yes, I know the whole bloody thing. Look, if I break an ankle in those blasted things tonight, I’ll never forgive you.”