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Who: Cordelia & Wesley
Where: Hyperion; Wesley's Office
When: Night, right after the Sunnydale Invasion
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Where: Hyperion; Wesley's Office
When: Night, right after the Sunnydale Invasion
Status: Incomplete ( Read more... )
So, Cordelia had gone in there as well. The two of them were probably venting about having all these people from Sunnydale here. Gunn himself didn't know what exactly had went on there, but it hadn't been good. So Wes probably would hide away until they cleared out a little or until he adjusted to them being here a little more.
Holding onto what he was pretty sure was his third beer (Lorne made those drinks stronger than he let on!), he opened the door without knocking. "So, I got tired of hearing how nothing ever got done in the Star Wars Republic but how the Empire got the trains to run on time and figured I'd see what you guys were..." He trailed off when he finally looked and saw just what it was that he had walked into.
Wes and Cordelia were making out! "Wow...go Wes! Whoo!" He raised his beer can in a toast to the two of them. About damn time, in Gunn's opinion. One less person brooding and whining around here.
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Cordelia deepening the kiss really did put a stop to Wesley's thinking. He was eager alright but Cordelia was just as eager indeed. Which was perfectly fine in Wesley's book. In fact it made him all the more eager. His arms wrapped tighter around Cordelia, pulling her closer to him. He could feel her body pressed to his in a way that made other parts of *his* body pay attention enough to start waking up.
Hand that were previously holding onto Cordelia's waist were travelling down her hips to cup a well rounded butt. Oh god yes, this was coming closer to the perfection Angel was never allowed to have. Wesley, however, was having a hard time believing that *he*, on the other hand, was getting close to having aforementioned perfecting. People like Wesley Wyndam-Pryce never got who or what they wanted let alone perfection.
And yet there he was. Ready to lift Cordelia up and deposit her onto his desk. In fact his brain was working but had only one thing in mind. Clearing his desk and getting Cordelia comfortable on it. He was a male after all. But just as he had lifted her up somewhat the door opened. Something which didn't actually register with Wesley until he heard a very familiar voice. All but doing a wolf-whistle if he wasn't mistaken, which he rarely was.
Wesley jumped away from Cordelia as if she were on fire with a shriek that could only be described as 'girly'. Though he was going to deny that later until the day he died. "Oh dear god! Gunn!" The former watcher stumbled backward, tripping over one of the many cats he had forgotten about as well during the lovely, lovely, bloody disturbed by Gunn!-- kissing.
It was, Wesley thought as he felt himself falling backward, like one of those bloody movies Gunn at times had made him watch. Something black and white with quite a lot of tripping and even more confusion. Confusion was something Wesley most certainly felt as he landed hard on the floor. There was a loud hissing shriek from the cat he had tripped over as he or she raked its claws over his arm and then ran off.
"Bloody buggering hell!" Wesley exclaimed loudly, about to scramble after the cat to give it a piece of his mind. Only then he saw Gunn standing there grinning and it all came back. The colour red had never looked so red before as it did now on Wesley. The tip of his ears even turned red as he laid there stammering.
"Gunn! Gunn I-- Uhm, we ah-- Cordelia and-and I were... It's not what it looked like! Actually it was what it looked like and--" he was babbling again. Wincing, he leaned up on his elbows and glanced sheepishly over at Cordelia. He should have known, he really ought to have know something like this would happen! "Blast!" Oh dear *god*! What else could *possibly* go wrong?! And he really just jinxed himself hadn't he?
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Her own hands formed a mind of their own as one came around his neck to trail down his front, and delighted to feel well formed muscles beneath his button-up shirt. The other found the hem on the back of his shirt, reaching under slowly.
A bemused brow came upward as she noticed a certain sensation from him that told her she was definitely doing what made him, well, happy. A muffled moan emitted from her throat as he began lifting her up by her behind after she had backed up slightly in the direction of his desk.
She couldn't believe this was happening. And she knew what would happen next. Their bodies were in sync and she knew Wesley wanted the same thing as her. She was ready for him to settle her on his desk and take her right there. To hell with everyone else only a room away, she wanted this and nothing would stop her.
Oh, except that. Gunn. The kissing stopped and hands were removed quicker than she realized. Her eyes were still closed when Wesley started on a new babblefest. She barely realized Gunn had entered the room, let alone spoke to them. And now he was 'Woo'ing. Oh jeez.
She cleared her throat and straightened her ruffled pencil skirt as she licked her lips. And suddenly Wesley was on the floor. She put a hand to her temple, a little more than pissed off that her chance at some fabulous spontaneous sex on top of Wesley's desk had been interrupted, "Dammit, Gunn," she muttered. "Worst timing ever."
She reached down and helped Wesley to his feet. "Yes, it was totally what it looked like. And you so just interrupted some potentially great sex." She glared daggers at her friend, "You so owe us now." She knew being so blunt about it would only embarrass Wesley more, but she knew exactly what his next course of action would have been if Gunn hadn't popped in. And it was pretty obvious to Gunn just exactly what he had walked in on.
She suddenly started laughing, as she looked at the now cat-scratched Wesley, shaking her head as she made her way to a box of tissues to stop the minimal bleeding, "We really need to learn how to lock doors."
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Cordelia telling him that he just interrupted what was probably going to lead to great sex just made him giggle harder. "You do remember that we have dozens of beds upstairs, right?" he asked, taking a sip of his beer. "You guys don't have to go at it on a desk like a couple of animals." With the couple of cats in the room, the statement he made just truck him as hilarious. He started laughing even more, squatting down on the ground to try and catch his breath.
After a few seconds he stood up. "Alright, I'll be going then," he said, wobbling just a tad as he stretched his legs. "You're right, though. Using those locks will help prevent things like this from happening again, although Angel's nose will sniff out just about anything in this place." He laughed a little again.
"I just figured I'd come in here and say hello or something, since the geek in the kitchen keeps talking about Star Wars and even I can only handle so much," Gunn said with a smirk. "Then again, looks like you guys were about to do a different kind of 'saying hello'." OK, good innuendos tend to go kind of stupid when you've been drinking. Apparently Gunn had had more than he realized.
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Wesley muttered a thanks under his breath as Cordelia helped him up from the floor. And how embarrassing was that? Quickly he busied himself by brushing off none existing dust from his clothes before striding over to straighten papers and books that needed no such thing on his desk. That was until Cordelia came at his arm with a tissue much to his surprise. It was only then that he felt the small sting there and realised one of the bloody cat had scratched him.
"Bugger--" he started before falling silent. Soon the silence was followed by a chocking noise, Wesley pulling his glasses off for a polish while he squeaked "Cordelia!" at the woman's observations, "Really!" Nervously he glanced from Gunn to Cordelia to Gunn again, trying to stammer something but realising all that came out was gibberish.
"Bloody hell, woman. Are you *trying* to kill me?" He was close to it, blushing as much as he was, the danger of exploding was very eminent. Good lord. They need not learn how to lock doors, they needed to learn to not do things like this were anyone could walk in! Did the supply closet come with a lock? Or any of the rooms really? Aside from Angel's room and well....
Wesley was still spluttering about what Cordelia had blurted out so tactful when he realised that Gunn found the whole situation rather funny. Extremely funny even. The former watcher scowled at his friend and sighed. "Ha, ha, ha, yes, very droll, Gunn," Wesley sighed, planting his glasses back on his nose. For someone who was 'going then' the man wasn't moving much. No, instead he still stood there. Laughing. Quite a lot. Uttering bad innuendos.
"Gunn?" Wesley asked, giving his friend a knowing look before glancing over at Cordelia. "Are you-- Are you inebriated?"
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"Yeah, Gunn, 'cause we're gonna run upstairs together, clearly looking all disheveled with the Sunnydale people out there judging us and knowing exactly what we're doing. Or about to do," she said with incredulity. She knew someone would have seen and then, the mocking would commence. Or they'd be stopped sooner than they just were. Plus, with Buffy and Angel up there, she had no desire to venture anywhere near their drama-fest.
But, at least Gunn was laughing. He clearly found the situation hilarious. And well, it was pretty funny. And it only caused more giggles from her as she shook her head. But, she had really never seen Gunn like this. And oh, there was a beer in his hand. Right, he, and--ick--Faith, and Xander and the nerdy kid were all in the kitchen drinking. Details she knew earlier had momentarily flew out of her head during that ten minutes of complete bliss.
"Gunn is totally wasted," she said. Suddenly, her eyes narrowed and she neared him with a pointed finger at his chest, "If you tell anyone in there what you just saw in here--especially Xander and Faith--you will feel my wrath, Charles Gunn." If she knew his middle name, she would have added it for extra emphasis on threat.
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"I am *not* totally wasted," he pointed out. "I happen to be able to handle my liquor very well, although maybe I had to drink a little more than I normally do because I had to listen to Nerdo McDorko in there going on and on about stuff that no one in their right mind would care about." No one that ever wanted to get laid, anyway.
Speaking of getting laid, "I doubt anyone is paying any attention right now that would notice you guys going off, anyway." Buffy and Angel were having their drama, Faith, Xander, and the nerd were off in the kitchen, drinking to figure out some information or something (Gunn couldn't keep the plan straight in his head, anymore), and he wasn't sure where the older guy and two girls had went off to. Maybe something magic-y? He couldn't remember that anymore, either.
"And I promise to keep your little liaison a secret," he said with a smirk on his lips. Oh, normally, he might have gotten huffy or something with Cordy poking him in the chest. "Although I'd figure you'd want to show off to Xander or something." Especially with some of the conversation that had gone on. Bet Xander would flip, considering how he had heard how Cordy described the first kiss! Apparently they got past that!
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Cordelia and Gunn were both taking turns making Wesley groan in a way that was anything but a sound of pleasure. The one he'd hoped to get Cordelia to make mere minutes ago. Before buffoon Gunn barged in and ruined the moment. Wesley's hand came up to cover his face as the groans continued and the embarrassment only seemed to grow and grow and... No, this really wasn't going as planned. Thank the deities no one *else* had found his or her way into the bloody office.
"We will most certainly not," Wesley started hotly at Gunn's observation that no one would notice them leaving, "be getting off elswher--!" Wait. No. "No! I-I-I mean... oh bloody hell man, you're driving me insane! You!" Wesley continued, pointing at Cordelia and grabbing her hand, "and-and I will go get o--some tea! Yes, indeed, tea. Not getti--*going*, going off elsewhere." Perhaps, Wesley thought as he started to tow Cordelia toward the door, he should just shut up entirely. Kissing seemed to help with that but kissing had been rudely interrupted!
"And you Gunn, considering the situation," the former watcher lectured, "should sober-- what?" What was that about Xander, the immature side - yes it did exist - of Wesley perked up at that. "Who would want to show off what to Xander and why?" he asked his friend intrigued.7
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Eyebrows rose as he grabbed her hand and she instinctively linked her fingers with his as he started dragging her towards the door. Normally, she would have complained, but she had a feeling this "tea" was in a room upstairs. Ha! Oh, Wesley.
"If we're actually going to get tea, don't forget that our absolute favorite people are in the kitchen," she warned, just in case he really was trying to play off what he wanted to do for real, actual tea drinking. Probably not though. And that was fine with her.
She wrinkled her nose, "Why would I want to show off to Xander Harris?" Okay, maybe she would. And maybe she would want him to know that she and Wesley practically just got it on right on his desk while he was really only a few feet away. That would show him, right? Especially since his choice in sexual partners was severely lacking. Faith, really? Come on!
"Okay, I kind of want to show off a little," she murmured softly, but she didn't really want to see them. "Fine, you can tell them if you want, Gunn. But, if they make fun of either of us, they will feel my wrath. But, Xander should totally know what he missed out on. He can choose Willow or that skanky slayer for all I care." And she was perfectly content with her choice. More than perfect, if that was possible.
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He caught exactly what Cordy was floating to him, though. "Alright, I'll go and announce to Xander Harris that you have officially moved on and are getting your groove on in the office with Wes," Gunn said with a grin. Oh yeah, he was telling everyone. "And I'm sure that Xander will feel that he's missing out on a lot if the noises you guys were making was any indication."
OK, maybe Gunn was drunk, but making Wes nearly explode from blushing was hilarious. Oh yeah, now that he had been given permission, he was telling EVERYONE about this. That he had caught Cordy and Wes almost in midcoitus. Whatever coitus means, anyway. He just knew it referred to sex, and, if Gunn hadn't walked in, well, they'd have to burn that desk after it was over with. Angel might have a fit.
"So, I'll be on my way now to brag for you guys," Gunn said, turning back toward the door. "Can I be the like, the town crier or something? Here here! Cordelia Chase and Wesley Wyndamn Pryce are now a couple!" He was actually shouting about as loud as a town crier for that as well. "It's about damn time, you guys."
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"No, no, no, no, *no*," Wesley exclaimed, letting go of Cordelia's hand to rush to the door and close it before Gunn could leave the office. "Cordelia moving on and to me is nothing new to Mister Harris. We already did that part while we were still in that dreadful blasted down called Sunnydale," he pointed out. So really, as tempting as it sounded to do that-- actually, this whole bragging thing didn't sound tempting at all.
The word 'jailbait' and other similar remarks were still echoing through his mind. He could do without those, thank you very much. What he wanted was to be happy with Cordelia - as much as anyone in this bloody world could be 'happy' at any rate. But at least content was something they could hope for right? Right?!
"There will be no bragging on our behalf," Wesley decided, pressing his back against the door as he pointed a finger at Gunn. "You will not be some town crier and--" he grimaced and wrinkled his nose at the smell coming off his friend. American beer. Clearly. Ugh. "--my name is Wyn*dam*, not Wyn*damn*. Gunn you are to drunk to actually be let loose into the world. Are the rest of them in that same state?" he wondered, giving Cordelia a worried look.
If the rest of that idiotic group was as inebriated as Gunn here then the chances that they'd get any information out of this blasted boy was not very big was it? "With Buffy and Angel having their small drama reunion and the rest of the group drunk in the kitchen-- what are Giles, Willow and that blond girl doing? I'm staring to get very worried about this whole mission, Cordelia," Wesley mumbled.
"Look, we need to solve this case asap. The sooner, the better, the sooner those people will be gone." And the unspoken 'so the sooner we can get it on' hung loudly in the room anyway, Wesley thought with a wince.
"Ah, first, we need to get Gunn sober and-- make *bloody* sure he's not going to act on his town crier act." Wesley pointed a warning finger at his friend. "No town crier act, do you hear, Charles? No town crier! Keep your voice down! Bad Gunn!"
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He had teased the both of them endlessly for crushing on the other, so it was nice that the two actually had something to brag about. Because, let's face it, she sure as hell hadn't bragged about that ultra-embarrassing kiss they shared. Everything was different now. Wesley was different, she was different, and the kissing? Much different. And so much better.
She had to laugh as Gunn declared himself town crier, practically doing the job from the office before Wesley had a chance to stop him. "Fine, fine," she said, "No bragging, Gunn. I guess we'll just get continuously walked in on until everyone knows what's happening," she joked.
She didn't blame Wesley for wanting to keep it quiet though. After all, they were coworkers. And really, they hadn't even discussed the whole feelings thing and what kissing each other like that meant for the both of them besides some unexpected, yet welcome pleasure. So, she knew Wes was right. Hold off on the bragging until she and Wesley actually knew what there was to brag about. Besides the uber amazing kissing, of course.
"He's right, Gunn," she said, nodding slightly, "It would totally cheapen what just happened if we let you go around yelling that we're getting it on in here. Not that I wouldn't mind seeing the looks on everyone's face, but yeah, this just happened. And I don't want to scare Wes off from ever kissing me like that again," she said, realizing she was blabbing a whole lot more than Gunn needed to know (and probably embarrassing Wesley to maximum capacity), but she figured he might not remember it the next day, "So, just stay put until you sober up."
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He sat down in one of the chairs in the office, seemingly content to just chill there instead of going off and stumbling into the kitchen, accidentally or on purpose telling everyone what he had seen. "Personally, I know we're all broke, but I suggest you two get the hell out of here and go on a date. Probably do the both of you a whole lot of good."
He playfully looked off into the distance. "I remember back in the day when I dated people, you know, before I got stuck with you guys and had what little of a social life sucked away from me." He laughed again, to show that he was joking, or at least didn't care about the fact that his social life had disappeared.
"Besides, a date means that you probably won't scare each other off or whatever the hell it is that you're actually worried about," he said, relaxing into the chair a little bit, still holding his mostly empty bottle at this point. "So, go away and go on a date somewhere. I'm told that going out to dinner and a movie is the traditional thing to do around here."
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"What does that matter, Cordelia? He knew we were dating, nothing much to brag about is there?" And seriously, did she need to bring up that doomed kiss every time? Weren't they passed that by now? "He knew we were dating and as far as he knows we might still be!" It wasn't as if either of them stayed around Sunnyhell after the battle with that dreadful snake mayor. So as far as Xander was concerned he didn't know any better, though Wesley had to wonder if the boy had given it *any* thought. Probably not.
A sigh of relief was let loose when Cordelia finally agreed with him and Gunn seemed to go along with it. Oh, Wesley wasn't as naive as some people seemed to think. He'd seen the look on their faces which said they were wondering if perhaps Wesley was raised by a couple of hermits in a remote spot of England where no humans ever came. They weren't far off with that assumption. Socializing wasn't even on the list when it came to young Wesley Wyndam-Pryce as far as his father was concerned.
Either way, he wasn't as naive as to not know Gunn was going to blurt it out sooner or later. Which was maybe a blessing in disguise, now he and Cordelia had even more incentive to not beat around the bush but to sit down and actually *talk* about this. This-- whatever this was that made Wesley get butterflies in his stomach and wanting to burst out in song and dance. He didn't - which everyone should be grateful for - he treated his glasses to unneeded polishing instead.
And just when he thought things were about to settle down a bit, Cordelia once again proved him wrong. "Oh my... bloody hell," Wesley sighed at her words. If they kept this up he wasn't ever going to kiss *anyone* again! Off came the glasses and a ferocious polishing began. "They're trying to kill me, they're bloody well trying to kill me." Could one die from to much blushing?
Putting his glasses back on he looked over them at Gunn when the man spoke. An eyebrow rose and before he could stop himself a "you were dating in kindergarten already?" was out. It was often forgotten just how *young* they all were here. Not surprising with the lives they led that they all seemed so much older.
"Well, thank you Gunn, for that very romantic suggestion and not putting any sort of pressure on at all," Wesley said dryly as he pushed himself away from the door. "I had hoped to woe Cordelia without these," he waves his hand around to indicate 'these', "... *these* but hearing your advice I will of course take her to some pizza hut and a drive in later on." Alright, not that Wesley could have come up with a better plan then Gunn, but he didn't like being pushed! Besides, he was British after all. Indeed.
"Right, now that you've both utterly embarrassed me, how about we go back to the recent drama at hand? I believe young Miss Summers is still missing?" Wesley stared, pushing away from the door with all the dignity he could manage after the barrage of embarrassment from Gunn and Cordelia. A dignity which went down the drain when he once again found himself faced flat on the floor after tripping over the same bloody cat who'd done so once before.
"Blasted bloody feline! I should just..." The rest of what Wesley *might* do to said cat was said, or rather cursed, in a demonic language as he scrambled up from the floor. So much for dignity.
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"You went on stereotypical dinner and a movie dates in the hood?" she asked Gunn in complete seriousness. She was still a little ignorant to Gunn's previous life, considering she had grown up in such a white town in a rich, not-so-tolerant family.
"I would gladly go away with Wes, if the Powers That Be would ever let me have a normal life or even a normal hour, Gunn," she said with narrowed eyes, "In case you forgot, I am on permanent call for them, not to mention the world is always ending or we have some crisis going on. So, I don't see any 'going away' or night out happening anytime soon," she frowned, looking over to Wesley, who was getting flustered all over again.
She nodded to his suggestion, "Yes, right, Buffy's sister--" she started saying before the man that had been so aggressively kissing her a few moment earlier had tripped over the cat for a second time. She bent down to help him as he began scrambling up from the floor. She smiled at him, a hint of kind amusement in her eyes, "Don't blame the kitty for your amazing gracefulness," she teased.
She sat back on the edge of his desk, "I would say let's research the whole Buffy's sister thing, but I don't think we can make any sort of plan until they locate her or Angel and Buffy tell us what they're planning to do. And who knows how long that'll take."
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The cat simply gave Wesley a nasty look and made its way over to Gunn, whom shakily bent down to pet it. Luckily, he had more grace while drunk that Wes seemed to display when sober, and didn't tumble over ass over kettle. The cat seemed to like him better and start to purr in his direction, but it had already been shown that Gunn seemed to have some freaky sixth sense when it came to animals. Besides, he loved anything that kept rats away.
"Cordy's right, we can't do any sort of research until we know what we're researching. Besides, who's ballsy enough to run off with a Slayer's kid sister, anyway?" Gunn figured it was that crazy law firm again, personally. Who else was bold enough to do something like that in the middle of the day, really?
"So, until then, we gotta wait until Angel and Buffy are done." He thought on that for a moment. "Unless we go up and see what they're up to." He made a face. "Well, I hope they ain't up to anything but talking." Didn't that lead to bad stuff? He couldn't remember right now. He was pretty sure he got the story at some point on what made Angel a bad vampire.
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