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[messiah_me]

Everyone but Wesley left the room. I was actually glad that we were alone. "Wesley." I started as I looked to him. "I know you want me to rest, but I honestly am tapped out on rest, I think I would much rather go for a walk, or I don't know have a drink." I could tell that Wesley didn't want this, that he wanted me to lay down, play the sickly

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[_wes_pryce_]

“That’ll be the day,” I muttered under my breath so she couldn’t hear me. Corelia Chase and actually listening to me. I’d pay to see that. That will never really happen. And if it does, she’ll only do it under protest or to make me happy. Though, I can’t really find fault in the latter. Now if only the rest of our motley crew would listen to me for once, that would be splendid.

Picking up a piece of paper, I pushed my glasses up my nose and quickly scribbled a note for Angel. Saying that we left so Cordy could rest and where he could reach us in case of an emergency. I left out the boss part for.. Well, obvious reasons. “We can slide it under his door. If we leave it in the lobby it will no doubt get lost.”

Getting on my feet, I grabbed my jacket and pulled it on. The note slid in my pocket so I could get it easily once we passed Angel’s door. Then I grabbed Cordy’s coat and held it out for her. “Maybe you should take a nice hot bath when we get home,” I suggested. “You like that and it’s relaxing isn’t’ it?”

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"Alright, but if I hear moaning from that room I am so going to be sick." I said as I let him slide my jacket over my arms.

Its funny, but I used to make fun of what a gentleman he was, would say that it was just his way of sucking up, probably in part is, but now it just makes me like him all the much more. The guys that I used to date, all scum, most with hair plugs or too much money and no personality...well there is no such thing as too much money, but no personality, they had that...Wesley is the complete opposite.

I hear his comment about the bath, ahh the days where I could come home, Dennis run me a hot bath and a good loofah, yes I miss that. "You would allow me to take a bath?" I joked. "That does sound like a good idea, haven't had time to just relax in a long time."

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“Moaning?” I gave her a confused look as I held up her coat so she could slip into it. Why would there be moaning coming from that room? I didn’t under… Oh. Oh!. Clearing my throat, I ducked my head to hide the blush I could already feel crawling up my neck. She was talking about Angel and Willow. Are they particular loud? Can’t say I’ve.. I really don’t want to know

[messiah_me]

He finally caught on and when we passed the room almost like clock work there was a moan. Ok now I am really going to be sick. I was glad that he hurried to put the note under the door, I don't think I could have handled that sound for any longer.

"It was a joke, because...well I am not sure why I said it, it made sense at the time." I told him. "And my brownies were made from a recipe that was handed down to me by way of our maid, they weren't that bad...were they?" Ok so maybe they were, I never claimed to be a cook he should know that by now. "Fine, no brownies, we can just continue to order lots of chinese." I added with a smile.

"Fine fine, I will wait right here like a good little girl while you wait on me hand and...wait I am starting to like this plan." I smiled. It had been a long time since someone did everything for me, maybe...oh who am I kidding, I couldn't let him do everything for me...just most things.

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“Yes, Cordy. I got the joke,” I muttered, quickly rushing to the door before she could point out what else she meant with that joke. No matter is she understood that herself or not. I *didn’t* want to know. God, I hope no one ever heard us. I’d die of embarrassment if they have, I’m sure of it. Lord almighty.

Jogging down the to the car, I quickly hopped in and drove back to the entrance of the hotel. I debated going around the back, wondering if that was perhaps a shorter walk for Cordelia. But when I drove up as near as I could to the main entrance I gathered it wasn’t really. Shutting off the engine, I got out and walked back into the hotel.

“Your carriage awaits, your highness.” Giving her a small wink, I held out my arm for her to take her to the car. I was just being polite. In on way did this have anything to do with the fact that I wanted to be near her to assure myself of the fact that she was fine. And to make sure she made it to the bloody car in one piece.

[messiah_me]

"Ahh you know that will go to my head. You do remember Pylea right?" I told him with a smile. I take his arm and let him lead me to the car. As usual the gentleman, he opened my door for me and made sure that I was comfortable before he even left my door.

Once we were on the way I looked over to him, I didn't really know what to say, for the first time in my life. "Wes...." I started "Do you think they will try again?" I asked softly, finally my fear surfacing. I didn't ever want to feel what I did again.

[_wes_pryce_]

It’ll go to her head? I don’t think there’s more room there when it comes to things like that. She has grown up a lot since then, I know this. But call her a princess or a queen and she’s happy. Which is the only reason I do so. Well, that and I’d like to tease her with it. She’s so very easy at times. “I doubt it would fit,” I mutter, flashing her an innocent smile

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"You saying I am full of myself?" I asked with mock hurt. "Ok so maybe I am, is that so wrong?" I smiled at him, but the moment he turned serious again, actually answering my question, I lost my smile also.

"I don't want you getting hurt because of me." I tell him "Your the smart book man of our group, they need you...me I just have the visions and file badly...."

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“You words, not mine, my love,” I tease when she says she’s full of her self. Well, what can I say. When the Manolo Blahnics or whatever fits at times…. Perhaps I should stick with Gucci, I can actually pronounce that name. Weaving my way through traffic, I look up annoyed as a car nearly cuts us off, managing to keep my curses inside. Mostly

[messiah_me]

I look down again, taking in his words for a moment. "Thank you Wes, but I don't think Angel feels the same." I whispered. Honestly I wondered sometimes if Angel even wanted me around anymore, he spends all his time taking care of witchy Willow, does he really need the group anymore, much less me

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What the hell is this? Confused I glance at her when she says Angel doesn’t seem to think the same. Why would he not? Is this *still* about Willow? Good lord, she’s jealous isn’t she? I’ve seen the look in those eyes before. I’m her boyfriend, how is it supposed to make me feel to realize that she’s jealous of Willow because she’s with AngelTensing my jaw, I turn to stare out the window again, trying not to think about this to hard. I’m not good enough? She needs to have Angel’s all time love and devotion too? And what about Gunn? Is she jealous of Fred as well then? I mean, she was once the only girl with her three men. But they’ve all moved on now and she only had me left. Is that not enough

[messiah_me]

I could sense he wasn't happy..great now I have made him mad again. You know I should just not talk anymore..but then again that might irritate people, or possibly cause them to rejoice.

"I'm sorry Wesley" I whisper, which is odd, I don't usually whisper, its just this time it seemed fitting. I slowly climbed out of the car as I waited for him to say something...anything.