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Just Helpin' Out...

Mar 30, 2005 00:17

"I meant with him being an important member of the team, and Angel's right hand man, of course." "Of course," I replied back at her with a smirk on my face and an idea in my head. Seemed t'me that Miss L was actin' like a skittish kitten 'round the subject of Percy. Huh. And here I thought there might've been somethin' with her and Eve ( Read more... )

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prodigalwatcher March 31 2005, 00:08:16 UTC

After just a few moments, I realized that there was very little information that I would be able to glean from the papers and books scattered across my desk. I wasn't a geologist or seismologist or anything even remotely close, and there was only so long that I could spend staring at seismic data and satellite maps without needing my glasses again ( ... )

big_pile_o_dust April 1 2005, 04:58:04 UTC

Huh. Never knew Percy still had a thing for Miss L. Now, isn't this interestin'?

See, and here I was, all set t'play Cupid with him and SweetPea, only he's got his trousers in a twist still over his bloody ex. Normally, I'd say 'any bloke would be able t'tell', but I hadn't been able t'do so - until I'd felt him kissin' Miss L back and grabbin' onto her shoulders for dear life.

Now, I knew she had a thing for him, that much was obvious. Especially the way she'd been actin' not two seconds earlier and all. Thought one good kiss would get it out of her system or some such, but instead I find out that good ole Wes has a fuckin' hard on for her.

Well, now. I can't just let him go 'round kissin' Lilah, then Fred, and fuckin' up both birds lives now, can I? What sort of friend would that make me?

"What in the hell do you think you're doing?"

So, I made her hands grab his shirt again and pull harder - yeah, still had my own fuckin' strength in this body, and wasn't that fun? - and soon he was snoggin' up a storm with Lilah again, no ( ... )

prodigalwatcher April 2 2005, 06:18:53 UTC

Lilah's response to my challenge was as unexpected as her entrance and behaviour had been since she'd come to the office-- she pulled me again to her, with a surprising strength and attacked my mouth with hers again. Almost as if I were witnessing it from outside, I was aware of my body responding to hers, lips parting, pulling, tongue moving, hands clutching. But there was no control invovled, only reaction.

She shuddered, and not in the manner my sense memory associated with pleasurable reactions. All but ignoring the moment, the almost violent kiss carried on for a moment or two longer before I found myself back in control of my senses. I pushed Lilah away finally and took a staggering step back.

Reaction took over for a heartbeat. Only a heartbeat, but enough to swing back my right hand, letting the muscles snap forward, open hand cracking across Lilah's cheek with a sharp slap that seemed to echo through the entire office.

"What... what in the fucking hell do you think you're doing?" I raged ( ... )

da_lilah April 2 2005, 09:29:20 UTC

You'd think that after having experienced it once, I'd be prepared for Spike playing another body-snatching prank on me. But I wasn't. Not even close.

I'd stepped back from Wesley's door, allowing Eve to finally depart (she'd given me her customary annoyingly perky smirk), and was still weighing up whether I should bother Wes right now, when Spike had slipped closer and whispered in in my ear.

"Nah. Let's go pay him a visit now, luv," Before I could react, there was that weird sound again, and then nothing but inky blackness ( ... )

prodigalwatcher April 4 2005, 21:38:39 UTC

I was still shaking, the anger a living, vibrating thing that had taken root in my chest and would not be removed. There was something disconcerting about how furious I felt, though I couldn't spare a thought for it at that moment.

"You'd like that wouldn't you? To erase the past. To pretend that there was never once anything between us. Pretend you never fell from grace, and into my lap. You think you can just excise that sordid part of your life out so you that you can be squeaky clean for Miss Labcoat?"

"Don't you dare..." the words hissed out between clenched teeth.

"Well, gee, this part of my face here kinda thinks you haven't changed that much at all. You're still the same Wesley under that shiny new well-shaven veneer. You still know how to cut deep, and how to make it hurt. Your father would be damn proud."The words at last pierced the red curtain of anger and struck me as hard a blow as I'd ever recieved physically. I took two steps back, staggered by the implication, but the precisely measured attack that only Lilah ( ... )

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