The things that make us cold
My heart was still pounding loudly in my chest as I rolled off of Wesley's room temperature body. So weird to think about the workout I just gave him and he wasn't breathing hard, no wild heartbeat, his body was room temperature. Damn, should ask B how she ever got used to that. Not that I was complainin'. Don't get me wrong. After all the shit that's happened to us in the last few months I was just happy to see him alive and not evil. Well okay, he wasn't technically alive anymore but close enough. I could see him, hear him, reach out and touch him. He was alive as far as I was concerned.
His smile turned quickly into a frown as I pulled my clothes back on and tossed him his. Knew there was only so long I could distract him with sex before he got back into the doom and gloom. So maybe I wasn't the sharpest slayer that ever there was, but I cared and I tried. Didn't that count for anything? 'Sides it's not like B has been a fat lot of help lately. Frowning myself, I pushed all thoughts of my sister slayer out of my head. It was pretty clear that she had sorta washed her hands of everything what with her bein' not around like at all ever. Not to mention, I really wasn't lookin' forward to tellin' her about what I had to do. About what had happened to Angel. What can I say? B has this nasty habit of punching me in the face. I've already been punched enough this week to go a good long week without gettin' myself into trouble. Knew that was about as likely as...something really unlikely though. I was always gettin' myself into trouble.
It didn't matter though. So maybe Wes was wicked depressed cause he was a vampire now. Maybe he was even mad at me and Cordelia for lettin' it happen to him. Maybe the whole world was goin' to hell after the apocalypse but I just didn't give a shit. 'Sides I already been to hell, and I survived. Not to mention apocalypses? Sorta always right around the corner. So call me Miss Susie Sunshine only not to my face or I'll have to wreck your shit but everything seemed okay for right now. Isn't this what was supposed to happen? I mean, don't get me wrong I'm not about to jump on the cheerleaders with visions bandwagon here but Cor said this was the way things were supposed to be. She saw the future, and I killed things with my bare hands so who the hell was I to argue with her.
Pullin' my tank top on over my head, followed by throwin' on my leather pants I turned around to look at Wesley who had already gotten dressed. Thought I saw something that might have been a smile gleaming in his eyes and I smiled back, only wider. Walking over to him I grabbed his shirt and pulled him down to me, pressing my mouth to his.
"Welcome back." I whispered against his lips just before he pulled away.
His smile turned quickly into a frown as I pulled my clothes back on and tossed him his. Knew there was only so long I could distract him with sex before he got back into the doom and gloom. So maybe I wasn't the sharpest slayer that ever there was, but I cared and I tried. Didn't that count for anything? 'Sides it's not like B has been a fat lot of help lately. Frowning myself, I pushed all thoughts of my sister slayer out of my head. It was pretty clear that she had sorta washed her hands of everything what with her bein' not around like at all ever. Not to mention, I really wasn't lookin' forward to tellin' her about what I had to do. About what had happened to Angel. What can I say? B has this nasty habit of punching me in the face. I've already been punched enough this week to go a good long week without gettin' myself into trouble. Knew that was about as likely as...something really unlikely though. I was always gettin' myself into trouble.
It didn't matter though. So maybe Wes was wicked depressed cause he was a vampire now. Maybe he was even mad at me and Cordelia for lettin' it happen to him. Maybe the whole world was goin' to hell after the apocalypse but I just didn't give a shit. 'Sides I already been to hell, and I survived. Not to mention apocalypses? Sorta always right around the corner. So call me Miss Susie Sunshine only not to my face or I'll have to wreck your shit but everything seemed okay for right now. Isn't this what was supposed to happen? I mean, don't get me wrong I'm not about to jump on the cheerleaders with visions bandwagon here but Cor said this was the way things were supposed to be. She saw the future, and I killed things with my bare hands so who the hell was I to argue with her.
Pullin' my tank top on over my head, followed by throwin' on my leather pants I turned around to look at Wesley who had already gotten dressed. Thought I saw something that might have been a smile gleaming in his eyes and I smiled back, only wider. Walking over to him I grabbed his shirt and pulled him down to me, pressing my mouth to his.
"Welcome back." I whispered against his lips just before he pulled away.