What oil? Did it matter? Well yes, Wesley didn't think he'd be very appreciative around the smell of roses at the moment. It would only remind him of his destroyed garden. And the fact that his and Giles' roses were gone. Blast, now he was thinking about it anyway.
His body grew a bit tense while he tried to push those thoughts away. Because what he needed now, on top of everything else, was to think about how he was going to spend the next few weeks, without much enthusiasm, fixing his garden. If he ever got his hands on the thing that did this, it would end up begging to die.
"Err..." he frowned, letting Giles lead him back to the bathroom. He didn't like the fact that he needed the help one bit. Tomorrow, he kept telling himself, things would be fine. Well, not fine, but his eyes would be. "Jasmine? I don't suppose we've chocolate?"
His knees bumped into the edge of the bed and he let go of Giles. Putting his hands forward, he used them to feel his way around the bed as best he could while moving up on it. "I don't know, love. It doesn't really matter."
"Of course it does," Giles contradicted, looking through Wesley's oils and finding a small bottle of vanilla scented oil. "And I think I've found just the thing." Smiling, Giles went to the bed, climbing in and then settling himself on Wesley's thighs.
Warming the oil between his hands, Giles reached down and began at Wesley's shoulders, diligently seeking out every knot and bunch of muscle. He wanted to make Wesley groan--well, he almost always wanted to make Wesley groan--but now in particular, using the sounds to guide his fingers.
"If you say so," Wesley said amicably, moving forward to lay on his stomach. He settled into a comfortable position and closed his eyes. Then he felt the bed dip and Giles straddling his body. A small shiver, that never seemed to fail, went through him.
"Hmmmm, vanilla," he murmured, groaning when Giles hit a particular sensitive spot. He could tell from the way it hurt sometimes just how tense he really was. It was a good thing Giles knew just the way to relax him. Sighing, he melted into the mattress, giving into the feeling of those familiar hands on his body.
"You're getting far to good at this," Wesley moaned, wiggling a bit underneath his lover. "Not that I'm complaining. I really should pay you back tomorrow." Another groan escaped when Giles rolled his thumbs over the muscles on his back. "God, that's heavenly."
Giles grinned at his partner, his fingers never stopping. There were far too many tense places for his liking. "There's no 'paying me back', love. I enjoy this and I'm doing it because I love you and I want you to be relaxed. And . . . Well, obviously because I love touching you."
Chuckling, Giles dug his thumbs into a particularly nasty knot and tired to ignore the way Wesley was squirming. It felt good to be able to do something for Wes.
"Is there really such a thing as 'too good' at giving a massage?"
"There is," Wesley murmured, "when there's nothing left of me but a bag of bones on the bed." He sighed and let his eyes flutter closed. Groaning, he gave into his lover's touch, letting it calm him down and relax. Giles never seemed to fail to be able to do that. Wesley felt perfectly save around his partner, unafraid to let go of his tightly held control.
"And I love you too, I want you to feel good too." He was most certainly going to give his lover a massage tomorrow. It had been far to long anyway, and it wasn't as if he'd ever let an opportunity pass to get his hands on the man. Not in this lifetime, or any other.
"This feels bloody marvelous," Wesley yawned, sleep catching up to him. Well, sleep and Giles making him so relaxed he had a hard time fighting to slip into a doze. After a moment he gave up and let go of that as well, slipping into a slumber which was going to be a deep sleep fast. Hopefully.
Giles didn't stop rubbing, not at Wesley's sleepy voice or his yawn, not until he was fairly certain his partner was unconscious. Leaning down, Giles kissed Wesley's temple and moved off of him. He settled in next to Wesley, after gently tugging the covers out from under him and pulling them up over both of them.
He laid his head on Wesley's shoulder, his hand resting at the small of Wesley's back. He would have liked to get a peek at the garden, at what work the others had managed, but he was far too comfortable. And he didn't want to stop touching Wesley, or risk waking him getting out of and then back into bed.
Instead, he curled closely to his partner and let himself drift into sleep.
To his surprise, Wesley didn't have any nightmares during the night. He had been expecting them, what with the day they had. But they had stayed away. Personally, he thanked Giles for that. The man had relaxed him so much beforehand, that it had worked wonders.
That didn't mean that he slept through the night. No, he did wake up several times. Worrying when his unconscious mind had thought of something else again. Mostly the very well known 'what if' questions. It didn't help that everytime his eyes shot open, it was to dark to notice if there was any improvement.
It was still dark when Wesley woke up again this time. Giles comfortable weight was still on his back, which made him smile. His eyes still stung, but that didn't have to mean anything. And when one woke up, the world was mostly blurry. Right? God he hoped so. Shifting a little, he sighed and pushed his hands under his pillow, waiting for his lover to wake up.
Giles woke up slowly, subconsciously clinging to sleep so as to delay worrying. He curled tighter around Wesley, dimly aware of his lover and the warmth and feel of his body. When consciousness finally pulled at him, Giles yawned against Wesley's back and he stretched, somehow managing not to lose too much contact with Wes.
"Good morning, love," he said sleepily, the words muffled against Wesley's back. He wasn't sure Wesley was awake, but it wasn't as if he couldn't repeat the words later, if needed.
It was then that yesterday began to filter back into his mind. Yesterday and the fact that Wesley's eyes might not be any bettered. Giles stiffened, his fingers moving over Wesley's skin as if to reassure them both.
He could feel Giles waking up, long before Giles himself knew. His lover's body temperature went up a few notches as well as the heartbeat which was pressed to his back. When his partner finally moved, Wesley suddenly felt a sudden rush of panic go through him, along with a lot of 'what if' questions that had plagued him during the night.
Squeezing his eyes shut for the moment, he tried to relax his suddenly tense body. Perhaps he could postpone the inevitable for just a little while longer. For all he knew his eyes might be better, which he believed, but he didn't really *know*. And the idea of them not being any better, or worse even, scared him more then anything. Aside from the possibility of loosing Giles, nothing could frighten Wesley more than that.
"Morning, love," he muttered into his pillow, trying to give into the touches of his lover. Willing his body to relax, as he waited for Giles to wake up further. He kept his eyes firmly shut though, afraid of what he might see if he opened them. Or not see, was more to the point.
Giles rubbed his fingers along Wesley's tense back, the bunches of muscle there telling him that either the news wasn't good, or Wesley had found out yet. Leaning in, Giles kissed the back of Wesley's neck, sliding his hand to Wes' side.
"You have to open your eyes, love," he said softly, leaning over so that he could get a look at them when Wesley did. "It's an allergy, like the doctor said and . . . even if it's not, we'll fix it. I promise you."
A small shiver went through him at Giles touch. One which normally would've calmed him down no matter what. But the thought of not being able to see, as he had been going through yesterday, or possibly worse, wasn't something he really wanted to think about. Yet, he had to face the fact.
He groaned inwardly at that expression, wondering if everything was going to rub his face into the matter at the moment. A deep sigh escaped him at Giles words. He knew he should open his eyes, he knew there was no escaping it. Walking around with his eyes closed wasn't going to do him much good, other then defeat the purpose of finding out if he could or could not see.
Bracing himself, he slowly opened his eyes and blinked. Several times in fact. He bit his bottom lip as his heart sank right down to his toes. The surge of panic he'd been able to suppress until now wasn't going to be kept down any longer. Swallowing hard, he stared ahead of himself and tasted blood when he bit his lip to hard.
"Promise?" he whispered so quietly he wondered if Giles had heard that at all.
"I promise," Giles replied softly, reaching up to brush a finger along Wesley's cheek and then his lips. "Don't do that, love. It's . . . We'll fix this. It . . . might mean more doctors. You should certainly go see the man you saw yesterday. I'll get everyone focused on researching anything magical that might have caused this. That damn doll, everything. We'll figure this out."
Leaning in, Giles kissed Wesley's cheek and pulled him closer. "Is . . . is it total? Can you see at all?"
He could tell himself not to panic all he wanted to. It didn't seem to be working very much. Wesley was trying through. The last thing both he and Giles needed was another panic attack. It wasn't going to get him anywhere, least of all him. Other then...well, panic.
Nodding at his lover's words, Wesley swallowed hard. Once again he blinked and then brought his hand up to brush over his eyes. Who knew, it might just be morning...blur. If there would have been a blur that is. Taking a deep breath, he let it out slowly again, and turned toward Giles voice, wondering what his eyes looked like at the moment.
He fumbled a bit as he reached out to the familiar warmth next to him. "Nothing," he whispered, frowning at the sound of his own voice. Clearing his throat and pulling himself together forcefully and managed a weak smile, meant to reassure Giles.
"It's...there's nothing. I'm-I'm sure it's just a.... I'm sure it's just temporary." He found his lover's back and rubbed his hand over it, focusing on reassuring Giles so he wouldn't have to think about the blackness around him. It reminded him too much of....a very small closet.
Giles put his arms around Wesley, pulling his lover close. "It is temporary, because we're going to fix it." His voice was firm and sure. Giles wouldn't allow even a hint of uncertainty into it. Wesley need him to be certain and he'd be damned if he wasn't going to do that, even if it killed him.
Reaching over his partner, but not letting go, Giles grabbed the phone and put it on the bed where he could reach it with one hand and still keep one arm firmly around Wesley. "I'm going to make an appointment with the doctor, then I'm going to call and make certain Willow and Tara will be at the Magic Box. We'll do a probe for magic, see what we can find." Giles didn't mention that he'd already tried that because his attempt had been just a shallow thing and it was more than possible he'd missed something. With Willow and Tara helping him, they'd find the magic if it were there. "I'll have them get the others researching."
His body grew a bit tense while he tried to push those thoughts away. Because what he needed now, on top of everything else, was to think about how he was going to spend the next few weeks, without much enthusiasm, fixing his garden. If he ever got his hands on the thing that did this, it would end up begging to die.
"Err..." he frowned, letting Giles lead him back to the bathroom. He didn't like the fact that he needed the help one bit. Tomorrow, he kept telling himself, things would be fine. Well, not fine, but his eyes would be. "Jasmine? I don't suppose we've chocolate?"
His knees bumped into the edge of the bed and he let go of Giles. Putting his hands forward, he used them to feel his way around the bed as best he could while moving up on it. "I don't know, love. It doesn't really matter."
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Warming the oil between his hands, Giles reached down and began at Wesley's shoulders, diligently seeking out every knot and bunch of muscle. He wanted to make Wesley groan--well, he almost always wanted to make Wesley groan--but now in particular, using the sounds to guide his fingers.
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"Hmmmm, vanilla," he murmured, groaning when Giles hit a particular sensitive spot. He could tell from the way it hurt sometimes just how tense he really was. It was a good thing Giles knew just the way to relax him. Sighing, he melted into the mattress, giving into the feeling of those familiar hands on his body.
"You're getting far to good at this," Wesley moaned, wiggling a bit underneath his lover. "Not that I'm complaining. I really should pay you back tomorrow." Another groan escaped when Giles rolled his thumbs over the muscles on his back. "God, that's heavenly."
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Chuckling, Giles dug his thumbs into a particularly nasty knot and tired to ignore the way Wesley was squirming. It felt good to be able to do something for Wes.
"Is there really such a thing as 'too good' at giving a massage?"
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"And I love you too, I want you to feel good too." He was most certainly going to give his lover a massage tomorrow. It had been far to long anyway, and it wasn't as if he'd ever let an opportunity pass to get his hands on the man. Not in this lifetime, or any other.
"This feels bloody marvelous," Wesley yawned, sleep catching up to him. Well, sleep and Giles making him so relaxed he had a hard time fighting to slip into a doze. After a moment he gave up and let go of that as well, slipping into a slumber which was going to be a deep sleep fast. Hopefully.
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He laid his head on Wesley's shoulder, his hand resting at the small of Wesley's back. He would have liked to get a peek at the garden, at what work the others had managed, but he was far too comfortable. And he didn't want to stop touching Wesley, or risk waking him getting out of and then back into bed.
Instead, he curled closely to his partner and let himself drift into sleep.
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That didn't mean that he slept through the night. No, he did wake up several times. Worrying when his unconscious mind had thought of something else again. Mostly the very well known 'what if' questions. It didn't help that everytime his eyes shot open, it was to dark to notice if there was any improvement.
It was still dark when Wesley woke up again this time. Giles comfortable weight was still on his back, which made him smile. His eyes still stung, but that didn't have to mean anything. And when one woke up, the world was mostly blurry. Right? God he hoped so. Shifting a little, he sighed and pushed his hands under his pillow, waiting for his lover to wake up.
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"Good morning, love," he said sleepily, the words muffled against Wesley's back. He wasn't sure Wesley was awake, but it wasn't as if he couldn't repeat the words later, if needed.
It was then that yesterday began to filter back into his mind. Yesterday and the fact that Wesley's eyes might not be any bettered. Giles stiffened, his fingers moving over Wesley's skin as if to reassure them both.
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Squeezing his eyes shut for the moment, he tried to relax his suddenly tense body. Perhaps he could postpone the inevitable for just a little while longer. For all he knew his eyes might be better, which he believed, but he didn't really *know*. And the idea of them not being any better, or worse even, scared him more then anything. Aside from the possibility of loosing Giles, nothing could frighten Wesley more than that.
"Morning, love," he muttered into his pillow, trying to give into the touches of his lover. Willing his body to relax, as he waited for Giles to wake up further. He kept his eyes firmly shut though, afraid of what he might see if he opened them. Or not see, was more to the point.
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"You have to open your eyes, love," he said softly, leaning over so that he could get a look at them when Wesley did. "It's an allergy, like the doctor said and . . . even if it's not, we'll fix it. I promise you."
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He groaned inwardly at that expression, wondering if everything was going to rub his face into the matter at the moment. A deep sigh escaped him at Giles words. He knew he should open his eyes, he knew there was no escaping it. Walking around with his eyes closed wasn't going to do him much good, other then defeat the purpose of finding out if he could or could not see.
Bracing himself, he slowly opened his eyes and blinked. Several times in fact. He bit his bottom lip as his heart sank right down to his toes. The surge of panic he'd been able to suppress until now wasn't going to be kept down any longer. Swallowing hard, he stared ahead of himself and tasted blood when he bit his lip to hard.
"Promise?" he whispered so quietly he wondered if Giles had heard that at all.
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Leaning in, Giles kissed Wesley's cheek and pulled him closer. "Is . . . is it total? Can you see at all?"
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Nodding at his lover's words, Wesley swallowed hard. Once again he blinked and then brought his hand up to brush over his eyes. Who knew, it might just be morning...blur. If there would have been a blur that is. Taking a deep breath, he let it out slowly again, and turned toward Giles voice, wondering what his eyes looked like at the moment.
He fumbled a bit as he reached out to the familiar warmth next to him. "Nothing," he whispered, frowning at the sound of his own voice. Clearing his throat and pulling himself together forcefully and managed a weak smile, meant to reassure Giles.
"It's...there's nothing. I'm-I'm sure it's just a.... I'm sure it's just temporary." He found his lover's back and rubbed his hand over it, focusing on reassuring Giles so he wouldn't have to think about the blackness around him. It reminded him too much of....a very small closet.
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Reaching over his partner, but not letting go, Giles grabbed the phone and put it on the bed where he could reach it with one hand and still keep one arm firmly around Wesley. "I'm going to make an appointment with the doctor, then I'm going to call and make certain Willow and Tara will be at the Magic Box. We'll do a probe for magic, see what we can find." Giles didn't mention that he'd already tried that because his attempt had been just a shallow thing and it was more than possible he'd missed something. With Willow and Tara helping him, they'd find the magic if it were there. "I'll have them get the others researching."
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