Drabble Tre (3)
For theferretgirl, who leaves me speechless, breathless, brainless time and again with her tags in only_beginning, who requested the classic Wes/Angel and snow... :)
Also, not a drabble. Ah well. I imagine you'll all forgive me.
Baby, I have been here before, I know this room, I've walked this floor, I used to live alone before I knew you. - Leonard Cohen
Angel’s palm connected with the back of Wesley’s neck square on. Unfortunately for Wesley, Angel’s palm was also awash with powdery, white snow. Cold, wet, white snow.
Wes turned, the gleam in his eye telling Angel he was in trouble, but instead of running, Angel pulled Wesley to him, kissing him soundly before Wes could move.
Wesley’s breath puffed in the air as Angel lips gently pulled away, and looking into Wes’s eyes, it was Angel’s turn to freeze. Four years ago, he’d seen the same look on Wesley’s face as he did now. Awed, respectful, loyal... loving. He hoped to still see it after another four years.
Glancing over Wes’s shoulder, Angel smiled at Connor building a snowman in front of the porch. His smile quickly turned to a gasp of shock at the cold trickling down his own neck and the wicked smile on Wes’s face as his hands tangled in Angel’s hair for another heated kiss.
Also, not a drabble. Ah well. I imagine you'll all forgive me.
Baby, I have been here before, I know this room, I've walked this floor, I used to live alone before I knew you. - Leonard Cohen
Angel’s palm connected with the back of Wesley’s neck square on. Unfortunately for Wesley, Angel’s palm was also awash with powdery, white snow. Cold, wet, white snow.
Wes turned, the gleam in his eye telling Angel he was in trouble, but instead of running, Angel pulled Wesley to him, kissing him soundly before Wes could move.
Wesley’s breath puffed in the air as Angel lips gently pulled away, and looking into Wes’s eyes, it was Angel’s turn to freeze. Four years ago, he’d seen the same look on Wesley’s face as he did now. Awed, respectful, loyal... loving. He hoped to still see it after another four years.
Glancing over Wes’s shoulder, Angel smiled at Connor building a snowman in front of the porch. His smile quickly turned to a gasp of shock at the cold trickling down his own neck and the wicked smile on Wes’s face as his hands tangled in Angel’s hair for another heated kiss.