They looked at one another a moment, sad smiles wreathing their lips.
"But, keeping the world turning by averting evil is what we were called to do, I suppose," Giles said tiredly. "I just wish sometimes Evil would give us a year off or some such thing."
He looked at Wesley's hand, now moving comfortingly across his, picked it up, implulsively pressed it against his cheek, and leaned his face into it. "I'm so tired."
Wesley, his eyebrows raised at the small jump in intimacy, rubbed his thumb across Giles' cheekbone, savoring the feel of his skin, and enjoying the tender gesture.
He wasn't going to be able to do this for very long - as aroused as he already was - without leaning down and kissing Giles. "We needn't talk about this now, Rupert," he said softly. "You should go home and rest."
"Don't want to go home," Giles said petulantly, then, turning his head and kissing Wesley's palm, shook himself, and sat up in his chair. Catching hold of Wesley's retreating hand, he smiled ruefully. "Terribly sorry. Actually, no I'm not, but I'm tired and my nerves are frayed, and my control is not quite what it should be."
"Did I complain?" Wesley squeezed Giles' hand gently. "In fact, I'm not complaining, very loudly."
Giles blushed and swallowed heavily, "I'm glad. I-I don't...I mean..."
"Rupert, it's all right."
"Now, I really don't want to go home." Giles folded Wesley's hand against his chest. "Do you mind if I keep this?"
"Certainly, since it's going to be come numb in a moment from holding it in this position. I shan't miss it."
Giles gave him a look. "Blast."
Wesley smiled and removing his hand, turned and poured Giles a glass of water. "Or, would you rather have a cup of tea? "
"Would you?"
"I think I would."
Giles stirred and started to get up. "I'll go make us some."
Wesley held up his hand, stopping Giles. "No, you wait there." He swung his legs off the bed. You're exhausted, and I've had a long day of rest, rest, and more rest."
"Wes, really. I can do it."
"We're never going to get to that dart game if I don't start taking some exercise." He gave Giles a firm look.
"All right. I'll just stay here and nap."
"Are you sure you wouldn't rather go home?"
"I'd rather stay and talk to you, if I might. We should compare some notes."
"Again, I am not complaining. Though I'm worried about you. I just wanted to make that clear."
"I promise to go home and get some rest. But for now, it would help a great deal if I could talk to you - at best to get more information...and the other best would be to enjoy your company and unwind."
"Excellent." Wesley blushed and ducked his head, smiling.
With that, Wesley made his careful way into the hall.
"But, keeping the world turning by averting evil is what we were called to do, I suppose," Giles said tiredly. "I just wish sometimes Evil would give us a year off or some such thing."
He looked at Wesley's hand, now moving comfortingly across his, picked it up, implulsively pressed it against his cheek, and leaned his face into it. "I'm so tired."
Wesley, his eyebrows raised at the small jump in intimacy, rubbed his thumb across Giles' cheekbone, savoring the feel of his skin, and enjoying the tender gesture.
He wasn't going to be able to do this for very long - as aroused as he already was - without leaning down and kissing Giles. "We needn't talk about this now, Rupert," he said softly. "You should go home and rest."
"Don't want to go home," Giles said petulantly, then, turning his head and kissing Wesley's palm, shook himself, and sat up in his chair. Catching hold of Wesley's retreating hand, he smiled ruefully. "Terribly sorry. Actually, no I'm not, but I'm tired and my nerves are frayed, and my control is not quite what it should be."
"Did I complain?" Wesley squeezed Giles' hand gently. "In fact, I'm not complaining, very loudly."
Giles blushed and swallowed heavily, "I'm glad. I-I don't...I mean..."
"Rupert, it's all right."
"Now, I really don't want to go home." Giles folded Wesley's hand against his chest. "Do you mind if I keep this?"
"Certainly, since it's going to be come numb in a moment from holding it in this position. I shan't miss it."
Giles gave him a look. "Blast."
Wesley smiled and removing his hand, turned and poured Giles a glass of water. "Or, would you rather have a cup of tea? "
"Would you?"
"I think I would."
Giles stirred and started to get up. "I'll go make us some."
Wesley held up his hand, stopping Giles. "No, you wait there." He swung his legs off the bed. You're exhausted, and I've had a long day of rest, rest, and more rest."
"Wes, really. I can do it."
"We're never going to get to that dart game if I don't start taking some exercise." He gave Giles a firm look.
"All right. I'll just stay here and nap."
"Are you sure you wouldn't rather go home?"
"I'd rather stay and talk to you, if I might. We should compare some notes."
"Again, I am not complaining. Though I'm worried about you. I just wanted to make that clear."
"I promise to go home and get some rest. But for now, it would help a great deal if I could talk to you - at best to get more information...and the other best would be to enjoy your company and unwind."
"Excellent." Wesley blushed and ducked his head, smiling.
With that, Wesley made his careful way into the hall.
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