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butterflyThe next set of post-Home drabbles. Which I really to need to name.
First set: Finding Home
Second set: Memory Loss
Third set: Moments of Reflection
Fourth set (1): Old and New
Fourth set (2): Old and New
Fifth set: Precipitant
Craving
"Angel, we really shouldn't do this at work." Wes' voice is muffled against my skin and I pull away, tracing a finger against his mouth.
"That would be more convincing if you hadn't said it the last three times." Wesley gives in after that, like before.
The smell of his skin draws me back in and I lick his shoulder, resisting the urge to nip. Even with him, especially with him, I can't trust myself that far. He might let me, but... no.
Not yet... not ever.
But I can't stop myself from sucking hard enough to leave a mark.
Assumptions
He's flaunting it. I knew that Angel had a petty streak but this is... it's territorial bullshit.
He might as well put a sign over Wesley's head that says, "I can kiss him without disgusting him."
He's such an asshole.
Of course, Wesley doesn't seem to notice what he's doing, but he's probably just...
Who am I kidding? I don't know him as well as I'd thought. I never would have guessed that he'd come to the firm to save me.
I've been underestimating him. All along, I've been wrong about how strong his feelings are... for me, for Angel.
Watchful
Earlier today, I opened my eyes for the first time in forever and, predictably enough, I saw a nurse. Oh, she wasn't wearing a uniform, but I've seen enough to be able to tell. Not only was she a nurse, she was the expensive kind.
Which would make sense, only... not rich anymore.
She tried to get me to talk to her, but I'm not going to tell a stranger about being evil and sleeping with Connor.
The only thing that makes sense is asking to see Angel and Wesley.
They'll know what to do. How to make it right.
Malcontent
I don't understand how all of this happened.
It's been months and it still doesn't make sense to me. How could we have joined Wolfram and Hart?
Sure, they have an amazing science division. And Knox is a sweet guy. Doesn't seem evil at all.
But then I start looking past the neat factor of the toys and start thinking about how the firm probably used all of it in the past and that it doesn't matter how neat they are.
This is wrong.
Angel won't listen to me. He just ignores it all.
There's something he's not telling us.
First set: Finding Home
Second set: Memory Loss
Third set: Moments of Reflection
Fourth set (1): Old and New
Fourth set (2): Old and New
Fifth set: Precipitant
Craving
"Angel, we really shouldn't do this at work." Wes' voice is muffled against my skin and I pull away, tracing a finger against his mouth.
"That would be more convincing if you hadn't said it the last three times." Wesley gives in after that, like before.
The smell of his skin draws me back in and I lick his shoulder, resisting the urge to nip. Even with him, especially with him, I can't trust myself that far. He might let me, but... no.
Not yet... not ever.
But I can't stop myself from sucking hard enough to leave a mark.
Assumptions
He's flaunting it. I knew that Angel had a petty streak but this is... it's territorial bullshit.
He might as well put a sign over Wesley's head that says, "I can kiss him without disgusting him."
He's such an asshole.
Of course, Wesley doesn't seem to notice what he's doing, but he's probably just...
Who am I kidding? I don't know him as well as I'd thought. I never would have guessed that he'd come to the firm to save me.
I've been underestimating him. All along, I've been wrong about how strong his feelings are... for me, for Angel.
Watchful
Earlier today, I opened my eyes for the first time in forever and, predictably enough, I saw a nurse. Oh, she wasn't wearing a uniform, but I've seen enough to be able to tell. Not only was she a nurse, she was the expensive kind.
Which would make sense, only... not rich anymore.
She tried to get me to talk to her, but I'm not going to tell a stranger about being evil and sleeping with Connor.
The only thing that makes sense is asking to see Angel and Wesley.
They'll know what to do. How to make it right.
Malcontent
I don't understand how all of this happened.
It's been months and it still doesn't make sense to me. How could we have joined Wolfram and Hart?
Sure, they have an amazing science division. And Knox is a sweet guy. Doesn't seem evil at all.
But then I start looking past the neat factor of the toys and start thinking about how the firm probably used all of it in the past and that it doesn't matter how neat they are.
This is wrong.
Angel won't listen to me. He just ignores it all.
There's something he's not telling us.
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Date: 2003-06-20 10:07 pm (UTC)*squee*
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Date: 2003-06-20 10:10 pm (UTC)Thank you. I'm so glad that you're enjoying these. They're a lot of fun to write.
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Date: 2003-06-21 08:50 am (UTC):-)
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