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willshenilshe.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Nov. 25th, 2004 07:49 pm)Second entry - I'm just eager to play! :-)
Angel’s been off in his little Ninawolf-love-nest again. It’s plain to see, Wesley thinks, as the CEO strides by. A little rumpling of the hair, a little wrinkling of the clothes. And he thinks no one can tell.
Great lummox.
Wesley opens a book and runs his fingers down the glyphs, but doesn’t really see them. He’s thinking, instead, of Angel. How he must look atop his lover, muscles moving sinuously beneath the alabaster-pale skin…
Careful of Nina’s nails, though. And definitely no love bites from either party.
That’d put a damper on things, wouldn’t it?
He sighs, closing his book. A vampire and a werewolf… now there’s a combo made in Hell. He doesn’t understand the appeal of the lupine.
Well, not anymore.
That small boy – Oz, was it? – had once made Wesley wonder if the benefits outweighed the risks. He’d never made fun the way others had. Indeed, he’d often had a sympathetic smile when other backs turned on him.
Oz and Angel, Angel and Oz…
Lost in a dream, Wesley floats away. All he can see in his mind’s eye are writhing limbs, some of them his own, and he knows he’ll get no work done today.
Angel’s been off in his little Ninawolf-love-nest again. It’s plain to see, Wesley thinks, as the CEO strides by. A little rumpling of the hair, a little wrinkling of the clothes. And he thinks no one can tell.
Great lummox.
Wesley opens a book and runs his fingers down the glyphs, but doesn’t really see them. He’s thinking, instead, of Angel. How he must look atop his lover, muscles moving sinuously beneath the alabaster-pale skin…
Careful of Nina’s nails, though. And definitely no love bites from either party.
That’d put a damper on things, wouldn’t it?
He sighs, closing his book. A vampire and a werewolf… now there’s a combo made in Hell. He doesn’t understand the appeal of the lupine.
Well, not anymore.
That small boy – Oz, was it? – had once made Wesley wonder if the benefits outweighed the risks. He’d never made fun the way others had. Indeed, he’d often had a sympathetic smile when other backs turned on him.
Oz and Angel, Angel and Oz…
Lost in a dream, Wesley floats away. All he can see in his mind’s eye are writhing limbs, some of them his own, and he knows he’ll get no work done today.
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Whoa, never really thought of Wes/Oz in a serious way, but that... yeah, I can see that.
Would love to be in Wes' mind for that fantasy!
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