Wesley Wyndam-Pryce ([info]watcher_pryce) wrote in [info]only_beginning,
@ 2006-06-11 03:52:00
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Oh. Oh my. He wasn’t kidding when he said he’d make good use of the tie wasn’t he? By the time we pull back from that kiss I’m not just gasping for air, I’m actually dizzy. Apparently I’m only capable of gaping at him like the fish with the IQ of 12 until he notices my outfit. Or new look, as he puts it. Unconsciously, I bring my hand up to touch my hair. Until I can hear Cordelia’s mental voice yelling at me to ‘not touch the hair!’. Hands flutter about nervously, smoothing out none existing wrinkles, straightening the tie.

He doesn’t like it. I knew it. I knew I should’ve just put on my best suit. I knew I should’ve just gone to the barber on the corner and gotten my usual trim. Swallowing hard, I reach up to push up my glasses only to realize that they are currently residing in Cordelia’s purse. I should’ve never listened to her and get carried away. He doesn’t like it one bit. Damn.

“Well I…” I start, alternating my eyes between my hands wringing together in front of me and glancing up at Angel from under my eyelashes. “Cordelia s-said I needed a new shirt and-and…uh…a haircut.” My hand comes up to run though it anyway and I wince at the feeling of it. “And well then she-she said you’d like the-the leather… Anyway.” Clearing my throat, I look up, giving him a shy, sad smile, once again smoothing my new shirt.

“Why-why don’t I put these in some water,” I murmur, casting my eyes down again. Reaching for the roses - he remembered I liked roses. How sweet is that? - I sigh before turning around to find a vase to put them in. Do I even have vases? I’ll just use whatever and then find my glasses, change, get this stuff out of my hair and we can go. If Angel wants to wait that long, that is.


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[info]_keep_me
2006-06-11 02:45 am UTC (link)
Letting go of him, I can see the dizzy look in his eyes. I like dizzy Wes. I know I've gotten something right when I get that look on his face. But then he starts to look so self-conscious and I know I've gotten something wrong. He won't look at me for more than two seconds at a time. What did I do?

"I do like the leather," I say quickly, trying to reassure him as he goes on to tell me what Cordy suggested. "The shirt too. And your hair." That doesn't seem to make him feel better and he goes to put the rose in water.

"Do you like them? The roses?" I ask nervously. He hasn't said anything about them. I thought he said he liked roses, but maybe I remembered wrong. I watch as he rummages around for something to put them in. They look good. Wes should have a garden.

"You really do look good. You looked good before too." I add in the hopes of digging myself out of this ditch I don't know how I managed to get into. Did the kiss tell him nothing? And I said I liked the leather, the shirt too, already. Why was he all stuttery and nervous? "You know I like you, right? You don't have to change how you look for me."

I should stop talking. I'm talking too much. I watch him, wondering how this evening is going to go. Not making much of an impression for our first date.

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[info]watcher_pryce
2006-06-11 10:06 am UTC (link)
Do I like the roses? Pausing in the kitchen in my search for a vase I glance at the roses. I know that silly smile slides on my face as I touch the petals of the red and yellow roses. “Oh yes,” I say softly. “They’re beautiful.” I wonder if he got them knowing the meaning behind them or if it’s just a concomitance. That probably changed from when he was…err…human, though not all that much.

Shaking myself mentally, I continue my search for a vase, and actually finding one. From the looks of it that’s the one from aunt Millicent. Mum hated it, that’s why it ended up in my possession. Even if the crystal is fake, I think it’s quite lovely looking. Puling it out, I fill it with water while Angel continues talking behind me. Seem he’s as nervous as I am.

He likes the way I look? Then why was he so shocked? It’s not that much of a change is it?

“I didn’t change,” I point out quietly, putting the vase on the dinner table. “It’s just a new shirt and a haircut Cordelia insisted upon. I didn’t even know my hair could do that.” God, I’m acting like some girl again. Hurt because the boyfriend didn’t comment on the new whatever. Shouldn’t I be pleased that he’s shocked? Well no, because I didn’t know if he liked it or not and I’m not entirely sure about the ‘new look‘.

Turning around to face him, I smooth my shirt out again before wiping my wet hands on my leather pants. Oops. I shouldn’t do that. It’s a good thing Cordelia isn’t here, or I’d have gotten my hands slapped by now. “You don’t think I look weird?” I ask hopefully, once again reaching up to push my glasses up. Oh. “I put my foot down when she suggested contacts,” I add anxiously. I need to get my spare glasses or I wont see a thing. Which is important, no matter what Cordelia says.

This is seriously the last time I'm allowing her to drag me along to shop for me. Right.

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[info]_keep_me
2006-06-11 05:19 pm UTC (link)
"Passion and friendship," I add dumbly, realizing belatedly he probably already knows that. "The flowers, I mean." Seriously, stop the talking. I give him a small smile as he rights the flowers in the vase.

He does look disappointed. I know that look. I'm never good with change and I guess this is no different. "All of it looks good." I give him a real smile then. "Edible, even. We could share hair gel now." I walk over a little closer to him. "I don't know if I'd wear the shirt with the pants, but they look good on you. Not sure I'd handle all the looks you got with those pants on very well. Might get a little jealous." I take one of his hands and give it a reassuring squeeze. "Definitely had plenty of my own fantasises about those pants," I add looking them over one more time.

"Seeing is good, it's nice to see your eyes though." I reach up to brush his cheek briefly. "I kind of like your glasses, but contacts would be nice too. I get to see you both ways anyway." I add thinking of him in bed that morning,

I move in a little closer. "Nice tie," I add, stroking a finger over it. "Goes with the shirt nicely. Cordy didn't do too bad." I lean over to to press a kiss to his cheek. "I'll work on my dating etiquette for next time. Give you the compliments first, then the flowers." I give him an apologetic smile.

I back off a little, still holding his hand. "Glasses and then ready to go?"

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[info]watcher_pryce
2006-06-11 05:32 pm UTC (link)
Seeing is definitely a good thing. Except when looking in the mirror, but we're working on that. I was rather afraid to look in the mirror today and seeing Angel reaction I had every right to be. I can't help but smile shyly though at his words, glancing down at my leather pants. Maybe I *should* change. Aside from the fact that they're not very comfortable, a jealous Angel isn't what I'm looking for.

"You...oh, you-you did?" I look at him baffled for a moment. Quite a moment. He had fantasies about these... Wait a moment, but that was years ago! Good lord, we certainly wasted a lot of time didn't we? Aren't we a silly and very stupid pair at times. Fingering the tie I gave him another shy smile, and I really ought to stop that or he thinks he's doing something wrong again. "I put it on especially for you," I murmur. "And Cordelia would probably give you a lecture about how she had very little to work with and she did better then 'not to bad."

Smiling at him, I move my hand up to run though his hair, but stop just before I can. I'd better not mess with his hair either. "I'm not intending to use your hairgell, love," I point out carefully. "I wouldn't even know what to do with it and I'll be damned if I let Cordy do it very day." Oh god, she would, wouldn't she? I *don't* think so!

"I'll just go get my glasses," - he'd like me with contacts? Huh. To bad they're such a nuisance - "and then we can be on our way. I just need to do this." Curling the hand that had been itching to run through his hair behind his neck, I pull him closer for a kiss until I need air once more. "You still taste good," I whisper, unable to drag my eyes away from his. I'm supposed to get my glasses right? Right? That means I should probably move.

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[info]_keep_me
2006-06-11 06:30 pm UTC (link)
I smile a little sheepishly at his surprise about my fantasies. That first day I saw him, as surprised and baffled as I was at seeing him, I couldn't help imagining him in only those trousers, and then helping him out of them. I was still pining over Buffy, but that gave me stroke material for weeks. Felt awful about it, and tried to be extra friendly to make up for it.

I give him an appreciative look when he says the tie is all for me. "Haven't seen you in one of these in awhile," I murmur but look at him when says Cordy had nothing to work with. "She could have put you in a paper bag and I'd still be ogling you."

I notice him stopping before running his fingers through my hair. Or I think that's what that gesture was. Yes, definitely have to try not wearing some for him. "You'd get the hang of it," I add absently, wondering how long I could go without hairgel. Maybe I could try the whole week without it. That might be overdoing it...

"Okay. Oh-" I'm surprised by the kiss, but love his hand curling around my neck and I press closer for more. I let my hands wander over his pants, and slide my tongue over his, marvelling that this can stil feel so new and good even after having done it so many times.

"Mhmm," agreeing about the tasting good. "You always taste good." I give his lower lip a little nip before pulling back. I'm supposed to be the perfect gentleman tonight. I'm pretty sure than means not taking advantage of my date before the date even starts. "Go on, before I decide to help you out of those pants." I give him a teasing smile, and let loose of him. "Hopefully, Lorne's found us a table."

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[info]watcher_pryce
2006-06-11 06:46 pm UTC (link)
"Well, you did use one a while back," I point out and then turn bright red again. God, that's not going to be happening all evening is it? I may as well have gotten the red shirt then so it wouldn't have been so noticeable. I still can't believe he'd have fantasies of me in those silly pants. Makes me wonder what would've happened if I'd shown up with them at work from time to time.

I smile at him when he tells me he'd still be ogling me in a paper bag. That, my love, is my line. They could put him in a potato sack and he'd still have to beat off the people with a large stick. Or I would, considering that he's mine and I don't share well. Hmmm, come to think of it, maybe I should be the one worried about getting jealous. Though, that remark does ask for another kiss.

A thought which completely flees my mind when I can feel his hands on the leather *again*, promising quite a lot of things for this evening. As Angel points out. Retuning his smile, I can't help but glance down at my pants again before eying him up and down. "You're not wearing black." There's that stupid, silly grin again as I slide my hand over his shirt. Red shirt. Dark red. It makes him look even more handsome then anyone has any right to be.

Right. Glasses. Get a grip, Pryce, or those pants are going to be your death.

"I'm sure he has," I point out, snatching my hand away before we get into trouble. "I'll just go get my glasses and we'll be on our way." Dropping a kiss on his forehead - I can't help myself it seems - I quickly scoot away to find my glasses and then usher Angel out the door. “How big do you think the chances are that Cordelia and Gunn are showing up at Caritas today? I didn’t tell Cordy where we were going, hopefully Gunn doesn’t either.”

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[info]_keep_me
2006-06-11 07:15 pm UTC (link)
I smile at his reminder about the tie, and subsequent embarrassment. That is really never going to fail to make me enjoy being with Wes. Such a vixen, if one can call a guy a vixen, but whatever, and then immediately embarrassed by his own directness. Adorable.

I'm pretty pleased with myself for getting another kiss out of Wes just for stating the obvious. I love him and I find him attractive...he's really going to have to get used to that. I kiss him back, hands still roaming over those *very* form fitting pants. I'm really not sure I should let him out of the apartment like this. There really are going to be people staring at him, and I don't know how I'm going to keep my hands off him... It's going to be an interesting night.

Can't help smiling back at him as he notices the non-blackness of my shirt. "Yeah, guess I took my fashion advice from Cordy too." Mm, his hands feel good. He's going to have to stop that, or we're not leaving this apartment. He does stop quickly, probably realizing the same thing, and I'm relieved, but disappointed too. Wes touching me is always good.

I make a contented noise as he kisses my forehead. Such a sweet and caring person. Love that man, I think, as I watch him retreat to the bedroom. Before I know it he's got a hand on my shoulder nudging me towards the door and we're down the stairs and headed for the car. I frown a little trying to remember if I said anything to Gunn or not. I might have. I was going to, I know that.

Opening the car door for him, I go around to the other side once he gets in. "I might have told Gunn where we'd be just in case. But I don't remember if I did or not." I add sheepishly. "Somehow, I don't think Cordy wants an evening of watching us be 'smarmy' though so we're probably safe." I make her air quotes and look over at Wes before starting the car.

"You really do look hot tonight, Wes. I'm glad you asked me for a date." I smile at him and start the car to head for Caritas.

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[info]watcher_pryce
2006-06-11 07:31 pm UTC (link)
If I asked him out on a date, shouldn’t I be the one to bring flowers and drive the car and reserve a restaurant? Technically speaking. And opening the door for him and such. God, I really should stop thinking. Nothing good ever comes from that, you should know that from experience by now, Pryce. Just, focus on Angel and not technicalities and the likes.

Smiling at him, I get into the car and then immediately find out that wearing these pants - nice as they seem to Angel - wasn’t actually a smart idea. I can still feel what we did last night, and this morning, even double now. It’s a rather nice reminded but I don’t think I should eat to much. Did I gain weight? Cordelia keeps insisting I didn’t, and Angel keeps shoving food under my nose so I’m guessing they think I didn’t. Strange.

“She may actually show up to make sure I don’t ruin her newly created look,” I say, somewhat amused and then frown. She may actually do that. Oh god. And then feel the need to make sure neither Angel nor myself ruins a positively romantic date, because that’s the way our Cordy is. And Gunn, smitten fool that he is, would no doubt play along. “We’ll just have to trust Lorne here, I’m sure he’ll find us a nice, quiet, private spot.”

And yes, there’s that bloody blush again. Should’ve worn that red shirt. Sodding hell. I glance over at him, words ready to spill from my lips to deny the whole ‘hot’ part. It’s his look that makes me pause though. Baby steps, if Angel thinks you’re ‘hot’ then he thinks you’re ‘hot’, no matter your own opinion, Pryce. “Thank you,” I say softly, even though the words taste strangely in my mouth. “You look very dashing and dapper yourself.” Understatement of the year.

Sliding my hand over to put it on his knee - I can’t seem to *not* touch him - we drive over to Caritas and I do believe Angel is taking the scenic route. Not that I care. The longer this date will last, the better. Oh. I should ask him about the vacation and if he managed to book it. How did I forget that? Hmmm, well, with the way he looks, who can blame me. Ah, we’re here. Pulling my hand away, reluctantly, I wait for Angel to park the car, glancing at the people and demons entering Caritas. Is it me, or does it actually seem more crowded then usual?

“Ready?” I asked, reaching out to take his hand once we’re out of the car. This is *my* date, and no amount of propriety and public embarrassment is going keep me from it. I’ll just have to get used to public displays of affection, even small ones like these. Angel seems to like them and I have to admit, the look on his face makes my heart rate jump.

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[info]_keep_me
2006-06-11 08:05 pm UTC (link)
"I'm sure he will, if only to hover over us himself. Don't worry, it'll be fine." I try to reassure him. Nothing's going to ruin our date. Now that I've thought that, something probably will, but a vampire can dream.

Wes is quiet for long moment, and I glance over at him briefly to see him blushing bright red. "My pleasure." I give him a smile and put my eyes back on the road. "And thank you." That makes me feel more reassured than I thought it would. I smile a little to myself at his word choice. You can take the boy out of Britain, but you can't take the British out of the boy.

The heat of his hand on my knee is a nice surprise, and I decide taking a detour or two won't hurt if I can keep his hand there for a little while longer. Everything about his hands makes me want them on me. He's amazing. I'm so lucky.

His hand diasappears and I have to focus on parking, but I still miss it. I get out and open the car door for him again, happy to have him slip his hand casually into mine when he gets out. He's really trying to do this. I give him a look of admiration. I'm so proud he's trying not to be embarrassed by showing affection.

I nod at him to indicate I'm ready, but then frown at the crowd. What's going on? It's never this crowded. Maybe Lorne was trying to tell me why it was going to be hard to find a table for us when I hung up on him. Then I see the sign. "Karaoke Contest TONIGHT!" Oh god. I groan, and squeeze Wes's hand. Then I see half the line of people/demons staring at us and I step towards Wes a little. Trying to be subtle and still say, 'mine' to the demon crowd.

"You sure we want to go here tonight? Guess I should have asked Lorne on the phone if there was something going on." We'd better be *way* in the back.

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[info]watcher_pryce
2006-06-11 08:28 pm UTC (link)
These displays of affection things are really wreaking havoc on my nervous system. There’s this reflex that yells at me to let go of him and behave, act like a well raised boy. And then there’s this big part that wants to hold on extra tight because Angel gets this look on his face when I take his hand and smiles in a way that makes my insides turn to jello. Christ, he’s absolutely beautiful.

We make our way over to the bar, both of us somewhat confused by the crowd. Until Angel points out the sign. It would figure, I think to myself, that when Angel and I go on a date, things would go wrong right from the start. Then again, this may actually work to our advantage. If everyone is to busy with this Karaoke thing, then they wont have time to pay any attention to Angel and I. That would work splendidly.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” I say, giving his hand a squeeze. Tugging on it, I make my way to a side entrance of Caritas to avoid the crowd. I really do hate crowds. “I’m sure Lorne will have some private place for us,” I point out once again, hoping I’m not sounding to hopeful because I really have no idea if Lorne does. For all we know, it may be crowded there too.

While we make our way into Caritas, I can feel Angel anxiously hovering nearby. One of the demons glances over at me, giving me a once over, obviously trying to see if he can have a good meal later. I give him my best menacing look and he backs away quickly, though I have to wonder why he’s looking over my shoulder while doing so. Huh. Well, it worked, and Cordelia said I couldn’t even scare a mouse. Hah. As I turn around, I bump into Angel who’s nearly plastered himself against my back. “Oh,” I murmur, giving him an apologetic smile. “Did you see Lorne?”

“Crumbcakes, there you are!” A familiar voice cheerfully cries out. That man, is cheerful, all the bloody time. “My, oh my. Don’t you look absolutely hot and edible my English stud muffin. And brood boy? What’s this, not black? Oh lordy, it’s getting warm in here.”

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[info]_keep_me
2006-06-11 08:58 pm UTC (link)
I think Wes said maybe Lorne will have a private table for us about three times as we steered our way through the crowd to get inside the bar. I follow along behind him, letting him tow me along, and keeping an eye out for stray hands and eyes and...tentacles.

There's one though, who just blatantly ogles Wes, looking like he's going to come over and hit on him any second. I give him a flash of yellow and growl low in my throat, knowing Wes can't hear, but that half the demons in the bar can. That seems to scare off the Garhash demon barrelling our way away.

Wes is smiling proudly as he turns around and bumps into me. Thankfully the yellow's gone before he turned around. I have a feeling he might not like me getting all 'caveman' on him about the other spectators. I give him a tentative smile and am about to respond, but Lorne's already on us, chatting away.

I smile and roll my eyes as he goes on about the two of us. "Thanks. So what's all this?" I gesture to the crowd milling around.

"Angelcakes, I tried to tell you, but I can see why you were so eager to get away." He gives Wes a once over but it's quick so I try not to get growly at him. "It's the annual karaoke contest, you two lovebirds going to sing?"

"What? Umm," I glance at the look Wes is giving me, and immediately answer, "No, no. We're here on a date." Okay, so I like to sing, but everyone keeps telling me I'm bad at it, and I guess that's Wes included. I squeeze Wes's hand and smile at Lorne. "Our first." God, I must sound like a proud parent. I am proud of us though. Getting out. Being a normal couple. Or as normal as we can be in a place like this. I kind of wonder how it is that Wes stumbled on this spot in the first place.

"Any quiet tables available?" I look at Lorne desperately, knowing this date is going to fizzle fast if we're stuck in the thick of things. I'll be too busy trying to keep things away from Wes and he'll be uncomfortable with the big crowd hulking around us. Not to mention the terrible singing.

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[info]watcher_pryce
2006-06-11 09:26 pm UTC (link)
Annual Karaoke Contest? Good lord, he’s joking isn’t he? And dear god no, Angel isn’t going to sing is he? I mean, if he wanted to he could of course. And I’ll pretend to actually like it, love it even, but let’s be honest. The man…pire, just cannot sing. I don’t care how many times he’s met Barry Manilow or Dean Martin or any of the other names he likes to drop in front of Cordelia - Which she never understand because she has no clue who they are - that doesn’t mean he can sing.

Mustering up a brave smile, I scoot closer to Angel as the crowd seems to mysteriously thicken. It is getting warm in here, now that Lorne mentioned it. Pulling on the collar of my shirt, I blink at the green demon as he starts to coo over my…new look. It’s not new! Just a slightly different haircut. I am going to wash my hair the moment I get home and am never letting Cordelia near it, or me, again. Blushing a bright red, damn it, I give Lorne a tentative smile since I’m not about to yell above the music and scoot even closer to Angel

“Awwww, aren’t you two just the cutest,” Lorne croons, folding his hands together as though he’s some proud parent. “I knew you two were just made for each other. Didn’t I keep telling you that it would be find all summer, my English Muffin? I have *just* the place for you two. Quiet, out of the way,” he turns around and started to lead us toward one of the doors on the side, “Angel doesn’t have to sing,” he mutters under his breath.

I could barely hear it, but it makes me grin before I wipe the smile quickly off my face when I noticed Angel looking at me. “Let’s hurry,” I tell him seriously, “Before we wont be able to make our way though the throng of demons and people.” Oh. Now. There’s a frightening though. I’m nearly clinging onto Angel while we make our way to the door Lorne’s waiting for us.

“And here we are my strudels,” Lorne says, waving his hand with a grace only he has, “My best side room. All set and ready for you two love birds.”

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[info]_keep_me
2006-06-11 09:58 pm UTC (link)
Wes is certainly huddling up close. I can feel the heat of him through my shirt, and the room just keeps getting warmer as more and more demon and humankind flood through. Who would have thought karaoke was so popular with the fiends of hell?

His English Muffin? I raise my eyebrow at Lorne. He's my English Muffin if he's a muffin at all. Fine all summer? Wes was worried? Of course he was. No brooding. At least he had Lorne to convince him he had nothing to worry about.

I follow behind Lorne, sure to keep Wes close behind me. Lorne whispers something to Wes, but I don't hear as I see another couple of patrons checking Wes over and let my eyes change again as I hustle Wes along to the room. I knew those pants would be trouble. I look at Wes to see if he is noticing any of this, but he just has a grin on his face that he tries to wipe away for some reason.

Thank goodness Lorne had something. It's a nightmare out there. I give a small sigh of relief and pull out a chair for Wes. "Thanks, Lorne."

"My pleasure. You two sweetcheeks deserve it, and I deserve the eye candy. You've seen the clientele here." He looks us both over. I guess we clean up pretty good. "Now you two kids get settled and I'll send Ricardo right on in. He makes a Seabreeze to die for. Now if you two decide to sing, I'll put you right at the top of the list." Lorne gives Wes some kind of pointed look that I don't get, but I don't have to because Lorne disappears seconds later with only a parting, "My public awaits. You two make yourselves at home. Toodles."

"Well...that was..." I slide into a seat next to Wes. "Umm, a little crazy. Doing okay?" I slide a hand over his knee in a comforting gesture, removing it before I get too attached to that leather again....or before I embarrass I him in public.

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[info]watcher_pryce
2006-06-11 10:28 pm UTC (link)
Lorne can give me pointed looks all he wants. I’m not going to sing. The last time was bad enough and I had to be actually stunningly drunk in order for the other two to get me on that bloody stage. He’s been trying to get me to go out all summer, trying to get me to sing to ‘read my path and sooth my…something’. I’m sure it was a rather theatrical word, it’s no wonder he and Cordelia get along so smashingly.

Mustering up a smile, I return his pointed look with one of my own. “I don’t think I will sing,” I say gently. “But if Angel feels like singing?” I add bravely, rather proud of myself that I can keep the hint of ‘please don’t let him sing’ desperation out of my voice. It doesn’t stop Lorne from wincing slightly though, before throws around some more pastries and dashes off.

Good. Hopefully it’ll be to busy with this Karaoke thing for him to come bother us about the singing and the…eye candy.

“I’m fine,” I tell Angel, reaching out to put my hand over the one on my legs. It’s gone before I can reach it though, so I drop my hand somewhat confused. Huh. “As long as we stay back here, where it’s quiet and peaceful, this should work out just splendidly. It *is* rather crowded out there isn’t it?”

The door swings open before Angel can reply and Ricardo sneaks in. “Hey guys,” he nods at us. “The boss man made a menu ‘specially for you peeps.” A card gets thrust in my face as well as Angel’s. “Can I get you something to drink first?”

The way he’s eyeing Angel up and down makes me narrow my eyes and I barely manage to swallow a growl that seems to want to leap from my throat. When the chap turns his look on me, I give him a glare which seems to glide off him like water. That’s odd, it seemed to work perfectly fine on that demon outside. “Some wine perhaps,” I say, trying for another glare as his eyes glide over to Angel again. “Maybe you can get us the wine card?”

“Oh, yeah sure,” Ricardo nods, giving me a dazzling smile which confuses me. “Be right back.”

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[info]_keep_me
2006-06-11 11:09 pm UTC (link)
I notice Lorne grimace at Wes's suggestion that I sing before Lorne scurries off. "I don't think I should sing. I'd probably scare off Lorne's customers," I say a litte glumly. I'm not that horrible, am I? I guess I have to stick to singing at home and in the shower. Well, when Wes isn't with me. As nice as it is that he's willing to let me sing, I really don't think he wants to. He and Cordelia have always said some not very nice things when it comes to me having to sing for information. Ah well, we can't all be stars.

Wes says something, but then we're bombarded by Lorne's bartender so I don't get a chance. Oddly, for once, he's someone who's not eyeing Wes. Well, good. Maybe he's not such a bad guy even if he is a little too quiet for his own good. I look over the menu closely checking to see if there's anything with extra iron in it for Wes. If I'm going to reopen the bite any time soon, he's going to need to keep his blood supply reproducing.

I hear a noise next to me, but Wes and Ricardo seem to be hitting it off, so I'm not sure why Wes would make a random noise. "Yeah, wine sounds good." I nod as Wes talks.

"I guess we don't have to decide about dinner if Lorne's already got something special for us." I mumble absently, still going over the menu. When Ricardo's gone I look at Wes and see a confused look on his face. "You sure you're okay?" I put my hand back on his leg, unable to stop the reflex of needing to touch him when I'm concerned.

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[info]watcher_pryce
2006-06-12 03:56 am UTC (link)
A glance at Lorne’s picked out dinner makes the corners of my mouth quirk. Could he have picked out any more aphrodisiactic foods? And why is there a steak on there? No doubt rare as well. It’s almost making me wonder once again about how much Lorne can see without one needing to sing for him. Or if the demon just has some frightening good instincts and knew Angel was going to bite me. Or a combination of both. Either way, it’s disturbing.

I’m still glaring after Ricardo when I hear him mutter something about a lucky bastard under his breath. Oh. Oh of course, he jealous. See? I knew Angel didn’t have to worry about people being jealous at me. It’s the other way around that one has to worry. In other words, I get to worry about people ogling what’s mine and glaring at me for having him. They’d be right though, much like Ricardo. I am a lucky…bastard. Just lucky will probably do.

“Hmmm?” Casting one last glare at Ricardo’s retreating back, which is about as ineffectual as anything else I seem to be doing this evening, I turn back to face Angel. “I’m on a date with the most handsome man in all of Los Angeles and then some,” and then some? Oh god, I’m turning into Cordelia. “Why would I not be okay?” I ask him with a smile.

Oh, the hand is back. I wait for a moment, wondering if he’s going to be pulling it away again. When that doesn’t happen, I tentatively put my own hand over his. If he moves just a little bit, the tips of his finger would be brushing against the edge of the mark he’s made. Which makes me shiver in delight. God, it’s a good thing it’s on such an intimate place and not somewhere more obvious. I’d be shivering and smiling like a loon all day. “Are enjoying yourself?”

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[info]_keep_me
2006-06-12 04:58 am UTC (link)
I smile back at his compliment. The most handsome man in Los Angeles, huh? Vampire, he should say. I lean over for a light kiss. He's too good to me. "Absolutely, and having an incredibly handsome date makes up for a lot of unpleasant things." I rub his thigh a little, my fingers grazing instinctively to the inside, as if they know just where the bite is.

"Did Lorne choose anything you like to eat?" I ask, still gazing at him, my fingers idly sliding over his inseam. I did say I wouldn't grope him...but there's the pants, and he's got his hand over mine so I can't very well move it away-

The door opens suddenly with Ricardo sliding right through, and I jerk my hand away hopefully before he sees. Wes would be embarrassed if we got caught.

"Here's the wine list, guys. Check it over, I'll be right back." Ricardo turns with a swagger, giving Wes a long look and then is gone before I can even glare.

I glance over at Wes. "Red? Or maybe some champagne, since this *is* a special night?" Champagne might be nice. A giggly, bubbly Wes could be interesting, not that I was really thinking of getting Wes drunk tonight, but it could be fun at some point.

I leave my hand in my own lap for the time being. Ricardo will be right back. My eyes flutter over the menu noticing the steak again. Lorne is an awfully good guesser. Or he thought his little bit of advice would be followed through on. I suppose I should thank Lorne for that. I'm going to be thanking all of our friends here eventually, I think. They've been a big help with Wes. And obviously I need help.

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[info]watcher_pryce
2006-06-12 01:48 pm UTC (link)
Makes up for a lot of things? Like...what? Did something go wrong already and I missed it? Well, besides his stundness about my 'new look' and the Karaoke thing. Maybe he doesn't mean anything by it and I'm thinking to much again. That's probably it. That's definitely it. Stop thinking, Pryce. Just... go with the flow. Enjoy the date. Wait, did he just compliment me? Again? He did, didn't he?

I can feel that blush creeping up and quickly duck my head to examine the menu I've already read over. The words 'thank you' once again try to force themselves out of my throat, but this time I can't seem to get them out. Baby steps. We're working on it.

"Well," I start with a mumble, which stops when his fingers graze a little more near the edge of his mark. Sucking in my breath, my eyes flutter closed as a shudder runs through me. I hardly even notice Ricardo coming back in and darting out again. The one thing I do notice is that the hand is gone again, so very fast, I hardly had time to blink.

"What?" I look at him confused for a moment, missing his hand on me. I wonder if I actually *would* have notice anyone in the room at that particular moment. And damn if these pants aren't getting incredibly uncomfortable. Shifting a bit on my chair, I blink down at the new card and my brain catches up. "Oh. Whatever you like, love. Champagne sounds nice though?" I should probably be careful, or I'll end up throwing Angel over the table when I have one glass to many. Metaphorically speaking then, I can't *actually* throw him over anything.

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[info]_keep_me
2006-06-12 04:03 pm UTC (link)
"Champagne it is," I say as Ricardo glides in yet again. "A bottle of your finest."

Ricardo doesn't bat an eye. "Right-o, bossman." And then he's gliding out again. That guy can't be human. He practically floats.

I turn my eyes to Wes, and notice a faint blush as if one has already come and gone. Maybe he thought Ricardo saw my hand and got embarrassed anyway. Darn.

I find myself staring fondly at the faint hint of pink there, and my hand is itching to touch him again, but I'm trying to be good. Instead, I find his hand and lace our fingers together. That's still gentlemanly, right?

"Should we do something after dinner? A movie or something?" Assuming I can make it through dinner without attacking Wes's pants again. They just fit him so damn well, and that soft, supple leather... Well, it's all enough to make a decent vampire have very indecent thoughts.

I slide my thumb over his knuckles and try to distract myself, but I really don't need to, because Ricardo is back and popping open the bottle of champagne. I keep Wes's hand in mine this time, and watch as he pours after I taste it and give the go ahead.

"Anything else before dinner comes out, boys?"

I raise my eyebrow slightly at him calling us boys, but don't say anything. "I think we're good."

Once he's scuttled out, I ask Wes, "Should we make a toast? To us?"

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[info]watcher_pryce
2006-06-12 06:15 pm UTC (link)
Where’d he come from? Frowning, I glare at him confused as he all but slides, no, glides into the room. Actually, it’s more of a floating he does. And the way he keeps glancing at Angel makes me seriously want to hurt him. A lot. For one he’s the reason that hands keeps snapping away I’ve now figured out. Which is so terribly sweet of Angel it makes me turn into an utter sap again if I’m not careful.

We’re both trying to hard it would almost be pathetic.

But then his hand is back and finds mine, lacing our fingers together and I don’t care how pathetic we look. I keep smiling at him - this is going to be a night where I can’t wipe that dumb grin off my face is it? - as Ricardo slithers around with the champagne, pouring it before mysteriously disappearing again. Or not so mysteriously, since I’m unable to take my eyes away from Angel.

Who asked a question. Two actually. Oh dear.

After dinner? “Oh, whatever you want to do, Angel. I chose dinner so it seems only fair you can choose the…ah…after dinner activities.” That sounded in no way provocative or had a double meaning to it, now did it? Absolutely not. Giving him a shy smile I squeeze his hand and eye the champagne as though I’m seeing it for the first time. Which is probably true, even though I had agreed with his suggestion.

“To us,” I smiled, lifting the glass and looking at the bubbles. “And to our friends as well. I don’t think we would be here today if it weren’t for them. One in particular. But first…to us and…oh, our vacation. Actually, we can toast to a lot of things can’t we?” Christ, I’ve not even sipped it yet and I’m already talking like some tipsy loon. Angel’s going to think you had a nip before hand.

Well no, he would smell that. Right?

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[info]_keep_me
2006-06-12 06:54 pm UTC (link)
I smile back at Wes, enjoying his smile and general happiness. The date was a good idea then. I'm glad he's enjoying himself. I smile even bigger at his suggestive wording. Activities, huh? I think there was definitely some suggestiveness to that word. I like this forward Wes. Might have to try to draw him out more often. And he hasn't even had anything to drink yet.

His hand is warm in mine and it makes me feel comfortable and like I'm right where I'm supposed to be. And everything couldn't be more...not perfect. Not perfect. We'll get interrupted soon, I'm sure, or I'll say something to ruin things. But it's wonderful right now. Seeing him happy really does something to me. It makes me feel good. Quite possibly better than sex.

I raise my glass with his. "To us. And our friends. And firsts." I clink my glass to his lightly and take a sip. We do have a lot of things to look forward to. "This is only the beginning." I look at him for a long time marvelling at the two of us. At him. "I love you, Wesley." I say quietly, looking deep in his eyes and squeezing his hand gently. There's so much more I want to tell him, but I don't know what it is, I just know that those few words don't say nearly enough.

How did I ever get so mushy?

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[info]watcher_pryce
2006-06-12 07:04 pm UTC (link)
A wobbly smile appeared at his words after the toast. Only the beginning. We have so much to look forward too. And so little time, when one thinks about it. Which is probably why I shouldn’t think about it. Angel has eternity, I do not. Once I’m gone, he’ll find someone else and I’ll be… a name, after a while. Depressing yourself again, Pryce?

Downing half the contents of the champagne glass, I pause to savor it on my tongue. “Oh, my, that’s very good,” I murmur. Bringing up the glass, I clink it against his again. “To us, and to whatever our future holds. I’m sure we can handle it together.” God, we’re both turning into utter saps again, and the evening hasn’t even really started yet. But…

“I love you too, Angel,” I murmur, bringing up our entwined hands to kiss each knuckle.

“Aww that’s so sweet!” Lorne’s voice jerks me out of my trance. I blink over at him to watch him dab his eyes rather dramatically with a hanky. “You two are so made for each other, who cares about the age difference? It’s karma, cosmic fate, ceramic whatsit? I just came to see if the food I got you two was alright?” He gives first Angel, and then me a pointed look. Or rather, he’s looking me over as though he’s trying to find something. Oh. Bite wound. Of course. Sneaky demon.

“It’s fine, Lorne,” I smile at him. He’s Lorne, he’s a good friend and he means well. Even if he can be a little…overwhelming at times. “Or-or did you want some blood Angel?” I ask, suddenly realizing that he may not want to eat food. I wish he would, but I don’t think he eats much. Unless it’s from my skin, or me. Bad thought! Get a grip!

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[info]_keep_me
2006-06-13 03:30 pm UTC (link)
I feel my eyebrows raise at the way Wes downs half his champagne. Well. I guess we really did need the bottle.

I nearly melt at his toast. Mush. Complete mush. Rogues and scourges we are definitely not tonight. I stare back at him, smiled plastered across my face and a pleasant tingling surging through me at the way his lips so gently slide over each of my knuckles, savoring each one, as if he's savoring our time together. We're both jolted out of our little trance by sniffling and crooning at the door. "Jesus, Lorne," I curse under my breath, a little more surprised by his presence than a vampire with supernatural hearing and a supernatural nose should be.

I nod in agreement with Wes. It's fine, steak very appropriate for the evening. I blink, kind of embarassed at Wes's suggestion of blood, but quickly try to get over it. He's only trying to look out for me, and really, it might not be a bad idea in the hopes of controlling myself later.

"I could maybe use a little," I glance nervously at Lorne. I'm going to have to get used to this. He wants it. You want it, I remind myself. "And dinner," I add firmly, determined to make this as vampire free a date as possible. I give Wes a grateful smile and squeeze his hand for being so thoughtful.

"Oh you two! Of course my Angelcakes can get some blood. Anything for you kids!" Lorne waves his hanky around, still misty eyed, and has to flutter out the door, he's so worked up.

"Thanks. I would have forgotten." I smile warmly at him. I probably would have, or would have wanted to. "Now where were we?" I ask innocently, bringing his hand to my lips and taking up where he left off.

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[info]watcher_pryce
2006-06-13 06:48 pm UTC (link)
Angel seems to be slightly taken aback when I suggest blood for him. I blink at him, wondering if perhaps I’ve done the wrong thing. Again. He doesn’t like to drink it in public, I know that, but I’d have thought Cordelia and I would have gotten that habit out of him by now. He drank *my* blood, for gods sake, I’m not going to get repulsed by it. In fact, I might just offer him my arm if I’m not careful enough to get this besotted way I’m acting under control.

I shoot Angel a nervous look at the same time he shoots Lorne one and then sigh in relief when he does order some blood. I recall him telling me he doesn’t actually taste the food, so it’s not going to be for that he’ll eat. So when he does say he’ll eat, I can’t help but smile at him softly. He’s doing that for me, because I said I didn’t like eating alone. Especially not on a date, now that I think about it.

Squeezing his hand I turn toward Lorne, but he’s already breezed out the door sniffling and snuffing as if he’s the one with a cold. Which reminds me, this medication, whatever it was, Cordy stuffed down my throat? Working like a charm. And thank *god* Lorne didn’t start about the fact whether or not we wanted to sing. Oh god, he’d better not be back for that.

Not that I have time to think about it, because Angel picks right up where we left. Except the other way around. “I believe that was my…action,” I murmur, giving him a soft smile. “I’m sorry, I’ve forgotten about the…you rather not…uhm….” baby steps, “you’re welcome.” Shyly, I lean forward a bit, putting myself closer to him as much as one can with a table between us.

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[info]_keep_me
2006-06-14 07:38 am UTC (link)
Wes's voice is soft and calm, and I can't help smiling back. I lean in as he does, feeling like we need to be closer, and we just can't be close enough with this table in our way. Dinner had better get here quick.

I can hear the music of karaoke night filtering through the walls, but my eyes are all for Wes, and I can't stop looking at him. The shirt really does bring out his eyes. He looks gorgeous tonight. I keep his hand in mine, unable to form coherent words at the moment. I am...totally besotted. Absolutely and utterly besotted. I give him a smile, and then jerk suddenly as Ricardo jumps through the door, the smell of food filling my nostrils. The smell of food and some mouth-watering blood. Oh my good, what kind of blood is that?

"Otter," Ricardo magically supplies as if reading my mind. "House special tonight. Careful though, it really sticks to your ribs. And for the both of you the bossman's dinner special." I eye the food, hoping Wes likes it, and glance at Wes to see if he's interested in what we're getting. He should really eat the steak.

"Anything else I can get you two?" God, that blood smells absolutely sinful. Really rich and decadent. The rest of the food fades into the background at the smell of this stuff. It doesn't even smell re-heated. I am really going to have to thank Lorne for this.

"Uhh, no? Wes?" I look at Wes to see if there's anything else he needs.

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[info]watcher_pryce
2006-06-14 07:32 pm UTC (link)
“Just you.”

What? Do I need anything? Oh.

That Ricardo is back in the room is only noticed by me the moment he thunks the food on the table, including Angel’s blood, asks his question and gives my boyfriend another once over. It made me want to jump up, grab him by the throat and squeeze hard. If only I didn’t have this inkling of an idea that Ricardo may not look much battle wise, he’d clock me down so hard and fast I’d have no idea what hit me.

“No thank you, I don’t need anything,” I say quickly, covering up my embarrassment of my earlier statement. You. Good lord, I’m such an idiot pratt. I have to bite the inside of my cheek very hard to keep from blurting out something incredibly stupid, or something incredibly insulting toward Ricardo. Not to mention embarrass both myself and Angel.

“Okay then,” Ricardo nods, for some reason very amused. “Have a nice meal, boys.” He flashes us both a smile which has far to many pointy teeth to be human and floats out of the room again. Any glare I give him at his look toward Angel once more slides of his back like the proverbial water. Wanker.

“This looks nice,” I say, eyeing the steak which if indeed very rare. I don’t really like it rare. I’m more the type who would burn it through and through. But if this makes them both happy, I’ll eat it. I’m sure Lorne will have made sure it’s very delicious.

“How’s the…blood?” I ask, trying not to be awkward at asking how his blood is. The one he eats. Picking up my utensils and automatically cramming my elbows against my side, I start to cut up the food. “Otter? He said?”

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[info]_keep_me
2006-06-15 08:00 am UTC (link)
My eyes lock on Wes, and even though he doesn't notice, I can't help wanting to haul him across the table and kiss him silly.

The word nice kind of puts a damper on my lust. For a guy who knows thousands of languages and has a bigger vocabulary than probably twenty people together, the word nice just doesn't seem like a compliment. He doesn't like the steak...must remember that. But he's eating it. Just for me. That just adds to the cuteness of before.

I finally take my eyes off of him to get back to that amazing blood I keep smelling. I glance at him, and take a sip of it. It's good. Heavenly, really. "Otter," I agree. "It's excellent." I can't hold it back. This really is good. Ricardo was right, though, I should be careful, this stuff is really fatty.

"How's the steak?" I'm sure there must be something else he could eat that would be just as good for...what we want to do.

I take another sip of blood, rolling it around on my tongue. It's kind of intoxicating right now... This is going to be an interesting night.

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[info]watcher_pryce
2006-06-15 08:22 am UTC (link)
Hmm, I was right. This steak is very rare, but it’s also very well seasoned. I never knew one could do that with stakes. Then again, not much of a cook am I? I’d burn eggs if they let me near the stove. Chewing it carefully, I watch Angel as he sips the blood, otter he confirms. The look he gets on his face for some reason makes me feel some twinge of jealousy toward otter in general. Even though they’re cute little animals, their blood is probably better then mine.

God, I’m being ridiculous. Getting jealous of otters. I’m going to have to get a grip on that. Now.

Swallowing the steak, I smile at him and nod. “Its very good. Lorne only gets the best as per usual doesn’t he?” He’s also much to…clairvoyant to be around from time to time. Rather uncomfortable to have him know things Angel and I do. I wonder, since he’s a demon, if he can smell it too. Smell that I’d love to throw Angel on the table or have him throw me on the table and… My body would probably not be happy.

Christ, these pants are getting very, very uncomfortable. Shifting a little, I wince when I feel my shaft rub against the zipper. I didn’t think boxers would fit under here and I had nothing else. So commando it is, but damn, that’s painful. Letting out a slow breath, I take a few sips of the champagne once more and sigh at the taste. “This is very good as well,” taking another sip I keep looking into Angel’s eyes, nearly drowning again. It takes some effort to pull away, and another sip of champagne.

“Oh,” smile growing bigger, I look at him in anticipation. “Did you mange to book our vacation?”

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[info]_keep_me
2006-06-19 05:06 am UTC (link)
The blood is good. God, it's good. I haven't had something this fresh, since...this morning. That makes the taste turn sour in my mouth, but I manage to set the glass down gently and reach for my flute of champagne with something like nonchalance. I wash the taste out of my mouth with the wine and try to remember the taste of Wes in my mouth and not feel like a complete monster.

The thought is short-lived though when I see how much Wes is enjoying himself. Good food, good wine, good company. What more could we ask for? I don't want to let my hangups disturb that. And...he smells... So good. He can't be as aroused as he smells. After all we did... But he really smells amazing. I stare back at him once again. His eyes are so enthralling. Oh? Oh!

"Yeah. Yeah. Gunn found the company card for me and I booked it, no problem. Hot tub, fireplace, big bed. All just waiting for us." I look at him hungrily, and this time not for the blood in front of me. "Can't wait to-"

"English muffin! Angelcakes! Is everything to your liking? The otter fresh enough?" Lorne flutters around the table smiling and looking concerned, even straightening silverware, and smoothing my collar. "You two just look edible." I see him give Wes some sort of knowing look, but I've got no idea what that's about.

If I didn't know any better, I'd think Lorne planned this all to get me to bite Wes, but maybe he's just trying to encourage us along. He really has been a great friend both to me and to Wes. I shouldn't be miffed at his interruptions.

I give him a smile. "Everything's fine, Lorne. Stop worrying." I raise an eyebrow at him. He must know that I've bitten Wes. He's got to be able to smell the fresh wound, or just that hint of me all over him in spite of the shower. The whole club could probably smell it if they weren't so...unhygenic.

I glance back at Wes. Everything is more than fine. I give him a smile I know is sappy. This is all so...amazing.

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[info]watcher_pryce
2006-06-19 05:35 am UTC (link)
There’s no stopping the smile on my face when he tells me he’s booked our vacation. Hell, I’m practically beaming at him. Though there’s no denying the blush on my face when he mentions the big bed, the hot tub, fireplace…and where that leads my thoughts to. It’s final. Angel has corrupted me, because before him my mind would never wander in such directions. At least not in a public place. And most certainly not when wearing pants like these. Christ.

“That’s good,” I nod, some sense of stupid pride coming over me because Angel has managed to book our vacation. Online. Take that, Cordy. “What date did--” Which his about as far as I get before Lorne flutters anxiously into the room. He also interrupts Angel and we both look up a little surprised. We really are caught up in our own little world at times aren’t we?

I give him a confused look when he tossed a rather pointed one my way. I’ve no idea what he’s planning, or suggesting and I get the feeling that I know I should. Color me clueless, but I really don’t. I do notice Angel giving Lorne a look however, so it would seem he gets our demonic friends drift. I just wish they’d let me in on it too. “Y-yes,” I murmur, still more then a little confused at what may be going on here. Secret signaling? I don’t know. “Everything is fine. The food is wonderful, thank you, Lorne.”

“Well you know me,” Lorne chirps, brushing some imaginary lint from my shirt. He pauses for a moment and then clears his throat before stepping away fast. “I worry. I just want everything to be per- great for you two love birds.”

Oh, but it is. It’s almost perfect. Of course it never can be. Perfect. Because there’s always something going on. But close to it. “We’re really having splendid time,” I inform him, belatedly wondering if Lorne perhaps has such a keen smell as Angel. But since Angel doesn’t seem to have noticed my.. Nah, Lorne couldn’t have. Thank god. And dear lord, I think I just may have melted a little bit. Angel shouldn't smile like that without warning.

“Good, good,” Lorne nods, checking out the champagne before letting out an approving sound. “You two eat up, and drink up and have fun. Though I have no doubt the latter will happen,” he winks at me and then beams another Lorne like smile at Angel. “Okay, my happy crumb cakes. Must get back to the crowd. The show must go on and all that yadda, yadda, yadda. You know what it’s like.” And just like that, he’s breezed out of the room again, leaving an almost ear shattering silence.

“He’s certainly very….there, isn’t he?” I say, though it’s not really a question. More of an observation.

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[info]_keep_me
2006-06-19 08:22 pm UTC (link)
I smile back at Wes. I don't seem to be able to do anything else lately. And he looked so proud when I told him about the vacation. That makes me smile a little bit bigger. I made Wes proud. Not an easy feat, I think. He gives me a dizzying smile in return, and I have to say, I'm glad when Lorne leaves even if he's only looking out for us.

"Well," I sneak my hand across the table again to hold his, and try to get a feel for his pulse, "He's not here now. Just us." I let my fingers brush over his skin, and try to feel for that rush of arousal that I'm smelling just below the surface of the blood and steak and wine.

"I'm having a really good time," I tell him, absorbing the feel of his skin, that look in his eye. "If you're in the mood...we could go to a movie after. Charleton Heston, maybe?" I take an even longer look at his mouth before adding, "or we could just go home..." I raise an eyebrow to try to make my innuendo clear. Wouldn't have to go home. This table would be fine for the blowjob I had in mind. Or the alley out back. But this is Wes, and he's having a good time. No need to ruin that by making him uncomfortable. I'm happy to make this night all about pampering him.

I take another sip of the champagne savoring the taste on my tongue. This really is good. Lorne really is taking good care of us. It's sweet how concerned the others are. Next thing I know though, Cordy and Gunn are going to be barging in here. Not too worried though, because I can't seem to stop staring at Wes's mouth, and I have a feeling we won't be here too much longer.

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[info]watcher_pryce
2006-06-19 08:51 pm UTC (link)
Just us. For now. God only knows when Lorne comes breezing in again. Or worse, Ricardo whats his name. For this being such a busy Karaoke night, he sure is…worrying, about us a lot. I know he means well and it’s sweet, but it’s also very annoying. Especially considering the state I’m currently in. Thank the lord that he thought about napkins, though by now I’m wondering if the whole bloody place can smell it.

I know Angel has, the moment his hand touches mine. His fingers lightly brush over my skin, making me suck in my breath as a shiver runs through me. Trying to ignore the blush is a complete lost cause when he suggest we go for a movie…or home. I don’t think I could make it through a movie. Though, it’s dark and…it’s been quite some time since I’ve been to the pictures. Probably a Charleton Heston movie. It’s not as though father approved of such frivolities. Grandmother had taken me a few times though. But I’m not going *anywhere* in these pants.

Next time I’m wearing my normal slacks. Very loose normal slacks.

“I’m-I’m having a really…good time too,” I stammer out, trying very hard not to squirm in my seat. This is ridiculous. We’re having dinner, and he’s just rubbing his fingers over my…wrist, skin, bloody hell. Shifting myself, I feebly try to cover up my lap with the napkin some more, which is about as subtle as Cordelia can be. If I just ignore it, and the blush, I can pretend they’re not there. “If-if you want we can go see a movie. I’ve--not actually s-seen one in quite some time. Is it me or is it getting a bit warm in here?” Funny. I’m *never* warm, I’m usually the one who’s cold. And I just asked a vampire about temperature. Good grief.

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[info]_keep_me
2006-06-20 04:58 am UTC (link)
My fingers keep stroking his fingers, hand, wrist, feeling his body heat rise and watching the blood creep up his neck in embarrassment. Maybe I was right about the arousal after all. His skin is positively thrumming under my fingers, and I feel like my eyes are going to start boring holes in him.

"Maybe we should save the movie for our next date." I mention, my voice coming out much rougher than expected. The things this man does to me; it's unfathomable, really. "You feel good to me," I reply to his temperature question. "Really good." I give him a once over...not seeing everything I wish I could, but his tie does catch my attention. "Wouldn't want that tie to go to waste."

I take one last sip of the blood, reminding myself that I'm keeping Wes safe by taking the edge off of my hunger, and not being greedy. I watch Wes squirm and smell a fresh wave of arousal as I lick my lips to get rid of any trace of blood, so Wes doesn't have to taste it. Standing, I bend slightly to take his hand to my lips. I kiss his hand gently, still trying to take a stab at being the perfect gentleman, and glance down at his crotch to see what my nose was hinting at.

"We'd better make our getaway before Lorne comes back," I say quietly next to his ear, "Or before I get too interested in how well your pants fit." I add, making my glance more obvious this time. "Your car awaits, sir," I say as I give his earlobe a tiny nip before pulling away and waiting for him to get up.

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[info]watcher_pryce
2006-06-20 06:52 am UTC (link)
"Save the-the movie for...our next-next..." I can't even finish that sentence as I look at him, the sound of his rough voice filling my ears. The feel of his hand still touching me, my skin, my wrist. Swallowing hard, several times and several attempts, I let out a shuddering breath. Of course then he has to mention the tie and the painful budge hiding under the napkin becomes even more painful.

Who knew? Who know what Angel would teach me, what he would be able to bring out of me, how he would set me free, little by little? Baby steps.

My eyes dart to my tie as well and I make another feeble attempt of swallowing hard. I watch him drink his blood and then follow his tongue as it darts out to lick his lips. There's yet another shudder going through me and my own tongue comes out the wet dry lips. Of course then he takes my hand to his lips and looks...down. God, I'm so embarrassed.

Mortified, I try to rearrange the napkin on my lap, as though Angel's nose hasn't pretty much told him what was going on. And it's a little bit annoying not to know if he has the same problem at the same time I realize that he probably hasn't. Centuries of learning how restrain yourself. Eyes flutter closed, I let out a trembling sigh and squirm in my seat. I'm so very tempted to just turn my head, only slightly, and catch his lips. But he's away before I could do that, and I'm left wondering if I can actually get up and walk at this point.

"Ah. Oh...y-yes, of-of course," I stammer, fiddling with the napkin that hides a secret that isn't a secret. Still, it's extremely embarrassing and...I'm blushing nearly purple am I? "I'll just..." Not finishing that line, I pick up my glass of champagne and down it in one gulp. "maybe we should take the bottle...?"

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[info]_keep_me
2006-06-20 07:09 pm UTC (link)
...Well, I was in a hurry, but Wes doesn’t quite seem to be in the same hurry. Or he is, but there’s something bothering him. He *is* warm. Wes looks up at me with a look that’s hopeful and at the same time a little desperate. He’s actually very warm, but I guess I haven’t noticed as much since I like him when he gets all hot and bothered. That shirt really does bring out his eyes. They’re practically glittering with lust...and maybe a little too much alcohol. What is that? His third glass? Well, maybe a little more won’t hurt. Take the edge off his embarrassment a little maybe.

That smell of arousal is strong enough that I want to just drag him right out of there, but I can also smell a little bit of anxiety, which I didn’t really need to smell, since his blush is practically turning him red. He looks pretty paralyzed with embarrassment.

I sit on his edge of the table, just barely avoiding the dishes, and keep stroking his hand. “Have another glass. I can wait. I can fend off Lorne, too.” I reach over to run a hand gently over his cheek. “Just relax. The night is young.” I look at him adoringly, feeling my own arousal simmering low beneath the surface. Definitely ready to peel those pants off him, but like I said, I can wait. I’ve waited years, a few minutes isn’t going to be a problem. I will always wait for Wes.

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[info]watcher_pryce
2006-06-21 04:06 am UTC (link)
When he moves even close I feel as though I can barely breath. It’s as though the air is sucked right out of my lungs and all I can breath is Angel. His nearness, his touch, his scent, his…all. My eyes widen and I’m lost in his eyes again. Those dark brown eyes, changing fleck of color with the mood. Did he have that as a human too, or is that a vampire related thing? I don’t think it’s the latter, but I don’t make a habit of gazing into vampire eyes. Unless it’s Angel.

“Yes,” I whisper, when I’m finally able to get some air into my lungs again. Removing one hand from my lap where both of them are trying to cover up the obvious, I reach out for the bottle with a hand that’s shaking just a little bit. I’m actually surprised that I haven’t spilled anything by the time I bring the filled glass to my lips. The alcohol fills my veins and I can feel myself relaxing just a little bit more. I remember being drunk here before. I remember singing when I was drunk here before. Oh. Oh dear.

When I’ve swallowed half the contents of the glass as though it were water and look up, Angel’s right there again. Touching my face, making me close my eyes and lean into it. “That feel nice,” I murmur, frowning just a tiny bit when there’s a small slur in my voice. Probably just nerves, that’s it. It’s just some highly expensive champagne. Cordy will be so jealous! My eyes open and I smile at Angel, turning my head to kiss the palm of his hand.

“You’re really especially bloody gorgeous tonight, my Angel. You always look beautiful, but you look so very dashing now.” I’m talking nonsense, I might be getting a wee bit drunk.

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[info]_keep_me
2006-06-21 04:55 am UTC (link)
I watch him drink, watch the column of his throat as he drinks, and I have the brief fantasy of ripping into that warm flesh and drinking to my heart's content and feel the pulse slow, slow, slow until all of his life is mine. A disturbing thought, but a familiar one too. I don't think there's one human I know I haven't imagined killing. I would never hurt Wes, but the beast is still there. Reined in tight, but still there.

A part of me melts and those thoughts disappear with it when I feel him lean into my palm. The sweetest gift I could ever get is right here in my hands. What could be a better reward? I may not have earned it yet, but I wish this were my reward. What could be better? "Champagne's good, isn't it?"

The lips suddenly pressing into my palm are warm and wet, and if my ears don't fail me, belong to a man who's verging on drunk. Well, the evening might not go the way I thought it would, but I've yet to witness drunken Wesley, so this could be interesting. My cock is telling me otherwise, but still, I'm curious.

I smile and trace his lips gently with my thumb. Bloody gorgeous. "Yes." His Angel. "Likewise." I don't know how he does it, but he really does amuse me. Sweetness and innocence, and a seductive streak all in one. "You look as gorgeous as ever. Ready to take me home now," I lean in so only he can hear, "or would you rather have your way with me right here on the table?" I tease him lightly. He can't think I mean it, because this is Wes, and the Wesley I've been coming to know does not have sex on public tables.

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[info]watcher_pryce
2006-06-21 09:41 am UTC (link)
When I pull my lips away from his hand, cool, soft skin, tender touch all mine, I close my eyes briefly. His voice makes me open them again and I glance at the champagne. Another sip, a second and I wonder just when it has become a habit for me to sip champagne down as though it were water. I suddenly eye the glass suspiciously before turning the same look to the bottle.

“It’s really, really good champagne,” I agree with him eagerly, nodding quite possibly a few times to many. My eyes narrow and I lean in closer to Angel. Any close and I’d be on his lap. Now there’s a nice thought. I get lost in a silly smile, distracted for a moment. What was I.. Oh! Yes, the champagne. Casting a look around, I turn back to Angel. “I don’t think ‘s from here. I think ‘s Demonic.” Would Lorne go out of his way to get us some drink that would get Angel drunk? Of course not, because I’d drink it too. He wouldn’t do that. Probably. Possibly. Quite certain of that. I think.

Angel’s thumb on my lips makes that train of thought stop and I look up at him adoringly. I am so smitten it’s sad. And I really don’t care. The completely stupid smile is back and I let myself have a moment by wrapping my lips around his thumb and licking along the pad of it, eyes closing in delight. Until he says ‘likewise’, which make me giggle.

Pulling back, I cover his hand with mine and press it to my face. “Don’t be silly,” I smile, “Everyone knows I’m anything but… what?” Have my way with him? On the table? Still pressing his hand on my face, I turn it slightly to give the table a thoughtful look. “We’d have to clear the table first,” I tell him seriously, “Wouldn’t want to ruin Lorne’s nice things. And find some old sheet, because people do need to eat here. Lock the doors, because I’m sure as *hell* not about to share you with anyone, and we’re not a bloody side show. Oh but we didn’t bring any…”

Swallowing hard, I blink realizing that my pants are suddenly very, very tight and I’m seriously talking to Angel about sex on the table. Right here. Right now. Another giggle escapes and I press my hand over my mouth, except it’s still covering Angel’s so his is doing the actual work. “I think I may be a little bit tipsy,” I whisper, looking at him with large wondrous eyes. “These pants are really tight.”

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[info]_keep_me
2006-06-22 06:50 am UTC (link)
Definitely tipsy. Tipsy Wes. Never really thought of that possibility. The wide-eyed look is adorable. The glassy grin is infectious, and the overly eager look on his face is giving me ideas. He's close enough to me all I can smell is how damned aroused he is. God. It's enough to drive any sane man crazy.

Demonic champagne? Hmm. It's possible. Maybe that's what all the looks were for. But I'm pretty sure Lorne would have told us. I return his loopy smile with a doting one of my own, and then let out a low moan I hope he doesn't hear when he sucks my thumb into his mouth and licks it. My cock is certainly paying attention now.

My eyes snap open at his cute little giggle. I open my mouth to correct him, but my Wes just keeps on babbling. I can barely suppress my own laughter at his oh so serious assessment of the situation. I swallow a laugh when I find my palm over his mouth. He really is so beautiful...and so warm and so amusingly innocent with that look in his eye.

And so tipsy. "Just a little, love." I let my thumb stroke his cheek as he holds my hand over his mouth. God, why aren't we at home right now so I can just push those pants right down his hips and suck him until he can't say a word?

"I could help you with that..." I say finally, letting my other hand tease lightly down his shirt front, toying with the tie as I go. "You could lean against the door so no one can come in, and I could help you with those pants..." I give him a heavy look, devouring him with my eyes. "Or I could get under the table, unzip you...and no one would be the wiser." Until he screamed my name, but I don't think I should mention that.

"Or I could carry you to the car." I walk my fingers down his chest as I talk, getting closer and closer to that bulge that is practically calling my name. "Then maybe you could...make good use of what's making your pants so gorgeously tight." He could fuck me after all the abuse he took this morning. I would be happy to oblige. My fingers veer away at the last possible moment so he gets no attention on his crotch whatsoever. Maybe the scent of him *is* driving me a little crazy after all.

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[info]watcher_pryce
2006-06-22 02:46 pm UTC (link)
The hand, or both of them rather, slip away when I press his palm against my cheek again. “You called me love,” I say in a voice of some adolescent school boy who’s seen far to many mushy movies. I let out a long, content smile and smile at him like the fool I am. “I’m your love.” Another giggle escapes which I cannot seem to stop. The grin is still on my face as I dramatically suck my bottom lip between my teeth to chew on it. Mustn’t let those giggles escape. Who knows what’ll happen.

Of course then Angel’s other hand starts to move and I glance down at it traveling over my chest. “I am *never* wearing these again,” I murmur under my breath as those pants get impossibly tight. At this point I have to wonder if I’ll ever get them *off* again. Swallowing hard as he fingers my tie, my cock twitches when the pictures of what we’ve done with ties flash through my head. I liked that, even if it was some sort of very strange and quite possibly perverted therapy, I still liked it. Loved it even.

Another swallow as I glance at the door, and then over my shoulder at the other door this Ricardo chap seems to come in from all the time. “But there are two doors, my silly love,” I point out with another giggle. God, that’s so embarrassing. I can feel the heat rise up my body, painting my skin with a red flush. Silk shirt clinging to my back as I start to sweat at the very idea he paints alone.

“Bloody hell, you’re really an artist,” I breath, squirming to get my cock closer to his hand. God yes, please touch me. Please make me feel good. Please carry me, please suck me, please… don’t remove your hand! The growl pressing out of my throat is a surprise even to me, but my eye narrow dangerously at him.

“That was mean. You mean, gorgeous, but mean manpire,” I declare, my mouth forming in a distinct pout. Huffing, I glance down at my own crotch, peeking under the napkin still covering it. If I don’t give a certain body part some room soon, it’s going to get seriously hurt. But by now I think I may have a little trouble with the zipper. And we’re still in a public place. I can actually see that twitch as I feel it doing so at that thought. Oh. Oh dear.

Reaching for the champagne, I take a few more sips while I make it absolutely no secret at all that I’m staring at Angel’s crotch rather intently. Looks like I’m *not* the only one with a problem. I watch it twitch as well, making me giggle *again*, and nearly snort up champagne. “Your pants are talking,” I announce innocently, pointing at the bulge between his legs before putting the palm of my hand on it. “I wonder what it’s saying,” I whisper, moving close enough to smell Angel myself this time, eyes focusing on his lips before snapping up to brown ones.

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[info]_keep_me
2006-06-24 03:51 am UTC (link)
"Yeah," I whisper. I keep wanting to call him something more intimate, but I haven't seem to hit on a name that suits him. Love works, but that's certainly his name for me. Wouldn't want him to feel like I couldn't find something for him. He doesn't seem to be minding much though. Looks pretty damn cute about it, actually.

Those giggles are...strange, but easy to ignore. As long as Wes is having a good time, he can do whatever he likes, and if he keeps on like this, I may have to do whatever I like.

The smell of him gets stronger as I talk, and I can feel myself gritting my teeth to control myself. His pout distracts me a little, and I have to smirk. Oh, so now the drama queen comes out. I thought there might be a little of that in him, but- "Wes," I hiss with pleasure. Talking? The hell? God, he really shouldn't have done that.

“You are never wearing these in public again, unless you want me to haul you into the nearest alley and rip them off you.” I growl, removing his teasing hand and sitting him on the table where I was moments before. I’m pretty sure all of my threats are going to go unnoticed in his haze, but there’s no way he's not going to notice this.

Sitting in his chair, I spread his knees and sit between them. “The real main course.” I smirk at him wickedly. Then my fingers are at his zipper and I nearly have to hold my breath to keep myself from shoving him back on the dishes. He wasn’t kidding when he said they were tight. I can see a clear outline of him through the leather. No underwear. By choice. It makes me wonder briefly if he was planning this all along, but somehow, I doubt it.

I look at him for an instant, my finger slowly tracing him from top to bottom, and breath out softly, "or maybe dessert," as I lean forward to mouth the shape of him through the leather. Ricardo, Lorne, Caritas be damned, he's getting free of these pants as soon as I can stop teasing us both.

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[info]watcher_pryce
2006-06-24 12:38 pm UTC (link)
Yes, I silently agree with him and then smile at the look on his face. He called me love. Reminds me of the time we ran into each other here in Los Angeles. Easy there, Tiger. I don’t think he’ll ever know, or realize, but I think I fell a little more in love with him then and there. Because he called me ‘Tiger’. I’m sure he didn’t mean anything by it, but it wasn’t a word like ‘looser’, or ‘reject’ or ‘disappointment’, or anything like that. I knew then that Angel, not Angelus, would never intentionally hurt someone, not even with words, just because he could.

When I put my hand on his cock, his hisses my name and I add a little more pressure. His reactions causes a shiver to go up my spine and I let out a soft moan in reply to his. This is going… where is my hand going? Where am *I* going? I blink up at Angel confused as he pulls my hand away, and them me up and on the table. There’s no denying the way my pants are about to burst when he lifts me up and puts me down there. I have to agree, I’m never wearing these again, but not for the reason he’s pointing out. Because much to my surprise, I wish he *would* do any of those things now. I once again have to wonder about the champagne.

Not for long though, only a second really. It’s all gone, all those thoughts the moment Angel sits himself down in front of me and spreads my legs. “Oh,” I breathe, swallowing hard. I let my hands rest on the edge of the table, gripping it hard enough to turn my knuckles as white as a sheet. I don’t know what he’s going to do, in public no less, but I’m unable to do anything about it. Nor, oddly enough, do I want to.

“Oh, oh god,” I groan as he runs his finger over my painfully hard erection. It stuns me that I don’t come right that instant, but I’m trying not to. Not until Angel either tells me to, or has his fun as well. This isn’t just about me, this is about *us*. “Angel.” Moaning softly, I start to pant, prying one hand loose to tangle in his hair, hair gel be dammed. My hips jerk up and I have to bite down on my lip hard to keep from crying out. There may be loud singing going on, but heaven help us for supersensitive hearing.

“Love, please,” I beg, thinking there’s something about this situation that should bother me immensely, but I can’t be arsed to figure out what it was.

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[info]_keep_me
2006-06-26 04:26 am UTC (link)
His pulse is thundering in my ears as I lean in closer. The smell of him... and the sight of his legs spread wide right at my mouth level is just...mmm.

I can taste the leather as I move my mouth along his length, and the feel of him twitching beneath my lips urges me on. I take a long sniff of him mixed with the leather before glancing up to see his face as he pants and groans.

My fingers latch onto his zipper, and I feel him jerk up to meet my hand. He's not saying no, and oh... yeah, definitely not stopping now. The begging gets me every time. I moan at the feel of his hands grasping at my hair, and lean into the touch.

Nimble fingers slide his zipper gently, slowly down over his erection threatening to burst free. He's still slightly encased but I can't help myself and start to stroke every inch of him in tiny licks, soothing his red, overly excited cock. “God, so beautiful,” I murmured under my breath, letting my hands slide around the slick leather to cup his ass as I indulge.

Squeezing his ass, I let go briefly to finish what I started, holding him and easing him out the last bit. His balls are heavy in my hand and I glance up just once more to watch his face as I open my mouth over his cock and swirl my tongue over the head. Gonna make him come so fast...

Sliding my liips over his cock, I put my hands back onto his ass, and urge him to use my mouth. Love it when he gets like this.

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[info]watcher_pryce
2006-06-26 09:09 pm UTC (link)
“Oh god, oh god,” I chant under my breath. I actually find myself having to bite my tongue to keep from groaning out loud. Must not be to vocal again, otherwise this is going to be over very fast and it’ll never happen again. I’d be so embarrassed I’ll really combust. It dawns on me that this is what should be bothering me, that we’re in public and Angel is working my cock rather obviously.

My mouth opens several times to say something about that, something *other* then ‘please, Angel, more my love’, but nothing comes out. Nothing but more pleased noises and moans, panting for air. My breath hitches and I bite down on my tongue hard enough that I taste blood as I hear and feel the zipper being lowered. There’s a small part of my brain yelling that it’ll never work, it’ll never fit ‘he’s going to do irreparable damage!’, but it’s gone as soon as I feel his cool hand against my heated flesh, oh so carefully coaxing it out of these damnable pants.

I’m never *ever* wearing these again. Unless Angel asks.

The feel of tongue, his touch, his words, I don’t know whether to push forward and urge my cock into his mouth, or backward against his hand. The soreness of our last night activities are still making them very well known, having me walking that tight rope between heaven and hell, pain and pleasure again.

“Oh Christ!” I cry out, quickly snapping my mouth shut and putting both my hands on his shoulders. My fingers dig into his flesh as a cool mouth wraps around my throbbing erection. I’m half tempted to bend forward and bite down in his shoulders, but I find I can’t actually move much. That is, until Angel stars to encourage my thrusting into his mouth with his hands on my arse.

There’s no stopping it then and I feel my hips jerk violently as I push into the cool wet cavern of his mouth, getting sucked, licked, and then…teeth. Bending forward I find my own teeth in the curve where his shoulder meets his neck. The next thing I know there stars dancing in front of my eyes and the taste of blood fills my mouth. I recall thinking ‘I didn’t scream, no one heard me’, while floating away on a sea of pure bliss, hearing someone chant for an Angel.

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[info]_keep_me
2006-06-30 03:37 am UTC (link)
I groan around his cock at the way he calls my name, asks for it, begs me to let him come, and feel my own cock straining against my slacks. Yeah, his pants are never ever to be worn in public again. There would be too much bloodshed from onlookers the next time...

And just as I'm about to suck him down, that's when I smell the blood. His blood. My head spins and I take the whole length of him in the first go, working him with my tongue, lips... and the whole time smelling his blood, wanting another taste... wanting it now, and my teeth scrape against his length, and I have to reign myself in before my fangs lower. Oh dear God, he tastes good.

His hands are gripping my shoulders so tightly, I press forward and grip his ass tighter, rocking into him, the slight pain going straight to my cock, straight to my demon, making instinct want to take over. He reacts so sweet, feeding the beast with his bucking and jerking and the strangled noises in the back of his throat. Come for me, Wes, come.

I'm merciless the way I'm sucking him and pushing his hips into my mouth, my fingers digging into the seam of his ass, pushing the leather to feel how hot he is, squeezing, moaning around his cock. When I finally feel him come, I keep sucking, trying to get more of him, loving the feel of him in my mouth, finally getting to come back to reality until all I hear is him howling my name and feeling my eyes roll back into my head.

He bit me.

He drew blood.

Fuck. I rear back as my fangs come down and my eyes turn yellow, and fuck, I want to bite him back, drain him dry. The demon is overpowering all sense, telling me this is what is supposed to happen, that I *need* to do this. This is what it means to claim another. He's limp and docile, the perfct victim and I hold his head to my shoulder, my mouth heading straight for his neck, my cock nearly bursting, and my fangs sink into his neck.

Wesley. I think as I come in my pants, the taste of his blood filling my mouth, my head, my body. My mind swims with the taste of his blood, his neck under my lips, and the unstoppable urge to drink.

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[info]watcher_pryce
2006-06-30 04:08 am UTC (link)
Neither of us is doing a good job of putting out, I think as I lay there against Angel. Or it’s more of a slump against him, fingers still clutching his shoulder as I try to come down from my orgasm. I am never wearing this pants again *ever*. Yes, yes, unless Angel asks, and only then in private. I’m so wiped, it’s sad. I’d do anything he’d ask me right now and not care about whether it’s in public or not. And how strange is that.

I’m still wheezing for air, tongue darting out to lick the lingering taste of blood from my lips. Which should be disconcerting but it’s not. I’m in such an euphoric state that I’m enjoying it and part of me is hoping that it’ll show and it’ll show for longer then an hour or two. Marked him. He’s *mine*.. His hand comes up to cradle my head and I lean into the touch, eyes closing on their own accord. I don’t I have to worry about not being able to walk in these pants now.

I still need to take care of Angel though. I could lay back, but my body would hate me, really hate me. And now that he’s… yes, I can’t very well… I’m to pull back to do some tasting and get some desert of my own, when I feel Angel change. Really change. His grip becomes a little more forcefully and there’s this small portion of…fear? Excitement? Nerves? Surging through me. And when I finally do feel his fangs piecing the skin of my throat…it’s still a bit of a shock.

It all happens so fast. My hand is pressed to his crotch and I can feel him coming, wet, sticky evidence seeping through his slacks, at the same time I can feel his blood disappearing into his mouth. I can feel him sucking, and pulling, and marking me where everyone can see it. And that thought alone is enough to nearly make me come again. I’m staring to feel dizzy, the room spinning lazily around me and I’m not sure if that’s due to the alcohol or…

“Angel,” I find myself murmuring, baring my throat at the same time my had comes up to pull on his hair. You can do this my love, please. Enough is enough, if we’d like the evening to continue…oooh, more. God, why didn’t anyone tell me how good this felt?

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[info]_keep_me
2006-06-30 04:44 am UTC (link)
Continued here.

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