"Of course it will, love," Giles said, sliding his lips up to meet Wesley's. He spoke against his lover's mouth, keeping his voice steady and calm. And if it's not better by morning, we'll back it better. The last part he didn't say aloud, of course. Instead, Giles slid his hands around to unbutton Wesley's shirt.
"We'll have a nice, hot bath and then you'll have a lovely massage and then we'll sleep until we can't any longer." Giles kissed his way to Wesley's ear as he spoke. "And then we'll stay in bed just a little longer." He made the last words suggestive with his tone, nipping slightly at Wesley's earlobe. "First, however, a long bath will feel something like heaven."
Wesley felt like leaning against Giles and just hold on for quite some time. He held himself in check though, because he didn’t want to upset his lover. Even though the man was doing a rather good job of calming Wesley down. But he knew that if he’d held onto Giles, figural speaking, he’d be close to giving into the fear he was trying very hard not to feel. They really didn’t need for him to get a bloody panic attack.
“That sounds nice,” he muttered, wondering if he’d not said that before. He couldn’t recall if he had or not. Bringing up his hand he rubbed his eyes again while his other hand moved to Giles’ hip. A shiver ran through him at his lover’s touch, taking a deep breath to calm down. It would be fine, things would be fine. He’d be able to see things just fine tomorrow. “That sounds even nicer,” he replied, mustering up a shy smile
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"It must be contagious," Giles said, tempted to roll his eyes at himself, though he only smiled instead. He slowed his fingers down on Wesley's buttons, taking longer than necessary with each one so that Wesley's fumbling wasn't so obvious as it might have been. Once they'd stripped one another, Giles stood in the bathtub and held out a hand to guide and help Wesley into the water.
Sinking into the hot water felt just as good as Giles had predicted. He let out a long groan and wrapped his arms around Wesley, pulling his partner back against him. "Just relax, love. I know it's hard with everything go on, but we have to pause to take care of ourselves."
Confused, Wesley squinted up at his lover. Contagious? How was having brilliant idea's contagious? He shook his head while he kept on fumbling with the buttons. It was odd, Wesley thought, but on any other day he'd be able to do this with his eyes closed. Rather disconcerting now that he thought about it
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Giles groaned happily at the feel of Wesley's hands on him. That was something of which he never tired, of which he could never tire. "I'm fine. As fine as you are," he said, pressing his lips to the junction of Wesley's throat and his shoulder and breathing in his partner's scent.
I'll be a hell of a lot better tomorrow morning. He didn't say that, not wanting to even hint that he was still worried, though he was fairly certain Wesley knew it anyway.
As fine as Wesley was. Sighing at that, even though he managed to keep most of that sigh inside, Wesley nodded. Well, they were both anything other then fine then. And they both knew it. Being Watchers, they needed words though, to...lie...to themselves about how fine they were not.
Leaning his head back, Wesley opened his eyes and glanced up at the blurred form of Giles face. A small smile lifted his lips as he kept on touching his lover. Just feeling him close by, familiar skin under his hands, made him feel a lot better. One hand came up to wipe his face and eyes before quickly returning to its previous position.
"Sitting in bath helps?" Wesley said, knowing damn well that Giles wasn't referring to the bath. Though, he had to admit that the hot water did go a long way when it came to trying to relax. "We'll most definitely have to do that more often then." His eyes closed again, as he tilted his head, uttering a happier sigh at the feeling of his lover's lips on his skin.
"No, sitting in a bath with you helps, which you already knew." Smiling against Wesley's neck, Giles could help but echo Wes' sigh. He felt better than he had all day, just having Wesley so close. Not having to pretend he wasn't touching Wesley helped a great deal as well.
Letting his tongue dart out to catch a few drops of beaded water, Giles rested his temple against Wesley's shoulder, his lips pressed firmly to Wesley's pulse. It was a reminder. They were both there, both alive, the rest they would fix, if that was needed.
Practically feeling Giles smile against his neck, made Wesley smile as well. He snuggled a bit closer to his partner, tilting his head a bit to give the man better access. This really was nice, their own safe haven as it had proven in the past. Well, as long as no one would bang on the door or they’d get interrupted by the phone. Maybe they should remove that damn thing from their bedroom.
Slowly sliding his hands up and down his lover’s legs, Wesley laid his head back and then turned it to look at Giles’ blurred form. The small smile that was already painting his face grew at his lover’s words. “That’s nice to know,” he whispered, dropping a nose on…the man’s nose, or so he thought. Not that it mattered. Wriggling his arm behind the man, Wesley pulled his partner closer, wanting to feel him as near as he could.
Giles' smile turned into a grin. He buried his face against Wesley's neck and shoulder, tightening his grip on Wesley. It felt good, reassuring and safe. Sighing contentedly, Giles felt himself relax farther than he had since that morning. Wesley almost always had that effect on him, it was just one of the reasons he loved Wes.
Closing his eyes, Giles reveled in having his partner so close, in one piece, for the most part. He wasn't going to let himself worry about Wesley's sight, though. Not until tomorrow morning, if it still proved necessary. Until then, he was going to keep pushing those worries away.
Wesley could feel Giles grip tightening around him and didn't mind one bit. He felt rather save at the moment. Of course he always did when his lover's arms were around him. Even though the rational part of him knew that Giles was just as human and vulnerable as Wesley himself was. Is. At least he didn't feel like panicking anymore. Or not much at any rate.
Of course he was still worried, about tomorrow. About his eyes. But he was rather confident that it was just an allergic reaction. And no matter how nerve wrecking it was that he could hardly see, he held onto the idea that this would be over in the morning. Thinking about it not being over, or that doll, were pushed far, far away.
"Hmmm, no we can't," he agreed with his partner, snuggling a bit closer to the man. "That would make the fact the relaxing abilities of the bath rather pointless."
"Yes it would," Giles agreed, though his grip didn't loosen and he didn't move at all. "Of course . . . I'm not quite ready to let go," he said softly, his hands moving up and down Wesley's back, as much a comfort to himself as to Wesley. It might not be terribly late in the day, but it had already been frustrating, aggravating, and frightening.
Tomorrow, he rather hoped, would be better and at least he and Wesley had this to come back to, when all was said and done, they had this to take the edge off.
"Of course, the water's hot and we really don't have to move until it starts to cool."
"Of course," Wesley agreed eagerly. And as much as he was looking forward to a massage from Giles, he rather enjoyed giving one more. But by how he had figured out that 'being able to do this with my eyes closed' was just a load of...well, shit. Because even though he closed his eyes, he'd still bump into everything and he'd still not feel the same if he were to give his lover a massage.
He'd have to do it tomorrow. When his eyes were normal again. Because they were going to be just fine, normal and perfectly able to see. Alright, not perfectly, but with his new, bloody glasses. And if he were to ever find his old ones in a Brownie hideout place? There was going to be trouble for some, if not all, brownies.
"You do realize," Wesley pointed out rather amused. "That we have an heating element in this tub. Which means we can sit here for quite a long time?" Chuckling, he tilted his head and peered at the blurred form that was his lover. "We might even wrinkle so much we'd be beyond even the recognition of prunes."
"That was rather the point," Giles said with a laugh. "Of course, I'm not sure I want to wrinkle quite that much. I'm far too young." Snickering, Giles kissed Wesley's should and leaned back, his muscles relaxing further.
He had to attempt to convince himself that it really was a bad idea to fall asleep in the bathtub. The bed would be more comfortable, but it wasn't nearly as close and he was quite happy where he was at the moment.
"How anxious are you to get to that massage?" Giles asked, his fingers moving over Wesley's back and gauging the severity of the knots he found there.
Giles laughter was music to his ears. It never seemed to fail to bring a smile to Wesley's face, no matter what was going on or whom they were with, or even where they were. He couldn't help but smile when Giles laughed. And god, after today it was good to hear the man laugh.
"How anxious am I to get to feel your hands all over my body, slick with oil while they slide over my skin?" Shivering at the thought alone, Wesley licked his lips and moved forward obligingly a bit at his lover's touches. Even those felt good. Probably because it was Giles doing the touching, but Wesley wasn't going to look to deep into that.
"How anxious do you think I am?" Tilting his head back, Wesley grinned at his lover, eyes trying to focus on the man's face without avail. Giles hands on his body made more then up for that though.
Giles laughed again, reaching out to brush his fingers through Wesley's hair before returning them to his lover's back. "Well, when you put it that way, I find I'm rather anxious to get to it myself."
Leaning in to kiss Wesley, Giles felt the last of the day's tension leave him. Seeing Wesley smile that way, feeling his partner so close, it was guaranteed to make everything feel right again. No matter what.
Pulling back when air was needed, Giles sighed happily. "Shall we leave the bath, then?"
"We'll have a nice, hot bath and then you'll have a lovely massage and then we'll sleep until we can't any longer." Giles kissed his way to Wesley's ear as he spoke. "And then we'll stay in bed just a little longer." He made the last words suggestive with his tone, nipping slightly at Wesley's earlobe. "First, however, a long bath will feel something like heaven."
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“That sounds nice,” he muttered, wondering if he’d not said that before. He couldn’t recall if he had or not. Bringing up his hand he rubbed his eyes again while his other hand moved to Giles’ hip. A shiver ran through him at his lover’s touch, taking a deep breath to calm down. It would be fine, things would be fine. He’d be able to see things just fine tomorrow. “That sounds even nicer,” he replied, mustering up a shy smile ( ... )
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Sinking into the hot water felt just as good as Giles had predicted. He let out a long groan and wrapped his arms around Wesley, pulling his partner back against him. "Just relax, love. I know it's hard with everything go on, but we have to pause to take care of ourselves."
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I'll be a hell of a lot better tomorrow morning. He didn't say that, not wanting to even hint that he was still worried, though he was fairly certain Wesley knew it anyway.
"This helps."
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Leaning his head back, Wesley opened his eyes and glanced up at the blurred form of Giles face. A small smile lifted his lips as he kept on touching his lover. Just feeling him close by, familiar skin under his hands, made him feel a lot better. One hand came up to wipe his face and eyes before quickly returning to its previous position.
"Sitting in bath helps?" Wesley said, knowing damn well that Giles wasn't referring to the bath. Though, he had to admit that the hot water did go a long way when it came to trying to relax. "We'll most definitely have to do that more often then." His eyes closed again, as he tilted his head, uttering a happier sigh at the feeling of his lover's lips on his skin.
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Letting his tongue dart out to catch a few drops of beaded water, Giles rested his temple against Wesley's shoulder, his lips pressed firmly to Wesley's pulse. It was a reminder. They were both there, both alive, the rest they would fix, if that was needed.
"I love you, Wesley."
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Slowly sliding his hands up and down his lover’s legs, Wesley laid his head back and then turned it to look at Giles’ blurred form. The small smile that was already painting his face grew at his lover’s words. “That’s nice to know,” he whispered, dropping a nose on…the man’s nose, or so he thought. Not that it mattered. Wriggling his arm behind the man, Wesley pulled his partner closer, wanting to feel him as near as he could.
“I love you too, Rupert Giles. Very much.”
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Closing his eyes, Giles reveled in having his partner so close, in one piece, for the most part. He wasn't going to let himself worry about Wesley's sight, though. Not until tomorrow morning, if it still proved necessary. Until then, he was going to keep pushing those worries away.
Along with all the other worries.
"We can't fall asleep in here."
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Of course he was still worried, about tomorrow. About his eyes. But he was rather confident that it was just an allergic reaction. And no matter how nerve wrecking it was that he could hardly see, he held onto the idea that this would be over in the morning. Thinking about it not being over, or that doll, were pushed far, far away.
"Hmmm, no we can't," he agreed with his partner, snuggling a bit closer to the man. "That would make the fact the relaxing abilities of the bath rather pointless."
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Tomorrow, he rather hoped, would be better and at least he and Wesley had this to come back to, when all was said and done, they had this to take the edge off.
"Of course, the water's hot and we really don't have to move until it starts to cool."
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He'd have to do it tomorrow. When his eyes were normal again. Because they were going to be just fine, normal and perfectly able to see. Alright, not perfectly, but with his new, bloody glasses. And if he were to ever find his old ones in a Brownie hideout place? There was going to be trouble for some, if not all, brownies.
"You do realize," Wesley pointed out rather amused. "That we have an heating element in this tub. Which means we can sit here for quite a long time?" Chuckling, he tilted his head and peered at the blurred form that was his lover. "We might even wrinkle so much we'd be beyond even the recognition of prunes."
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He had to attempt to convince himself that it really was a bad idea to fall asleep in the bathtub. The bed would be more comfortable, but it wasn't nearly as close and he was quite happy where he was at the moment.
"How anxious are you to get to that massage?" Giles asked, his fingers moving over Wesley's back and gauging the severity of the knots he found there.
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"How anxious am I to get to feel your hands all over my body, slick with oil while they slide over my skin?" Shivering at the thought alone, Wesley licked his lips and moved forward obligingly a bit at his lover's touches. Even those felt good. Probably because it was Giles doing the touching, but Wesley wasn't going to look to deep into that.
"How anxious do you think I am?" Tilting his head back, Wesley grinned at his lover, eyes trying to focus on the man's face without avail. Giles hands on his body made more then up for that though.
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Leaning in to kiss Wesley, Giles felt the last of the day's tension leave him. Seeing Wesley smile that way, feeling his partner so close, it was guaranteed to make everything feel right again. No matter what.
Pulling back when air was needed, Giles sighed happily. "Shall we leave the bath, then?"
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