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dawnie1970.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Dec. 16th, 2004 10:50 pm)Sometime around S2 ep. "Disharmony". No idea where this came from, I just whipped it out, so to speak. Weird muse day. :D
Wesley walked into the Hyperion with quick, short steps. He felt irritated, having driven several blocks before realizing he’d left his wallet in his coat which hung on the back of his office chair. Bloody stupid mistake, he thought, shaking his head. No one was in the lobby, having left to meet dates or friends. Wesley only had take away and the BBC radio to look forward to. He sighed resignedly, determined not to fall into self pity, and turned the knob of his office door. Angel was standing with his back to him, crying. No, not crying, but making a sort of keening noise. Welsey rushed over, grabbing his shoulders. “Angel, are you alright?” he asked in alarm.
Angel turned with a look of horror. Wesley realized Angel’s pants were undone and he was touching himself. Wesley’s head snapped back. “Oh! Sorry. Just let me get my coat.” He grabbed the jacket, his wallet slipping out of the inside pocket. Wesley bent to retrieve it, pretending Angel wasn’t standing inches from him with open trousers. As he straightened up, he saw his pocket square crushed in Angel’s fist. Wesley furrowed his brow. Why did Angel have that? He decided he didn’t want to know and moved quickly towards the door.
“Wes.” Angel called softly, adjusting himself before turning.
Wesley spoke to him over his shoulder. “Yes?” he asked in a neutral tone.
“I’m sorry about this.” whispered Angel, obviously mortified.
“I should have knocked. “ Wesley said. “Keep the pocket square.” He grabbed the doorknob to pull it closed behind him.
“It smells like you.” said Angel in a penitent, hushed voice.
Wesley paused. “Oh?” he replied, unsure what to say.
“That’s why I wanted it.” said Angel.
Wesley realized Angel had been thinking of him when he was….alone. His heart sped up as he felt Angel glide up behind him, larger than life, but softer than a breeze. “It smells like you.” Angel repeated, low in his ear.
Wesley swallowed hard. An unbidden whine escaped his lips. He dropped his coat, turned, and captured Angel’s mouth with his own. Angel pulled him close, kissing him eagerly before moving to Wesley’s throat, inhaling deeply, memorizing the scent of his soap, aftershave, and skin. Wesley panted against him, feeling an odd sense of vertigo. “Angel.” he breathed.
Angel pushed the door shut and turned the lock with a loud click. Wesley’s heart skipped a beat, aware that it was the sound of his entire life veering off in a new direction. Angel took Wesley’s arms, turned him around, and walked him backwards towards the couch. He gently pushed Wesley down then lay on top of him. “Wes.” he whispered, looking into Wesley’s flushed face. “Are you sure? I know you only came back for your wallet, I feel like maybe I am taking advantage of you.”
Wesley shook his head. He looked up into Angel’s face, smiled, and gently stroked his cheek. “Best mistake I ever made.” he said happily.
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Nice turn of phrase there. :o)
Loved the way Angel is sounding penitent at the same time as he's acting dominant. Horndog. *g*
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This sentence was especially great: Wesley’s heart skipped a beat, aware that it was the sound of his entire life veering off in a new direction. Great wording!
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