Well, he seems to be watching intently. Hopefully, some of that sunk in. Sinks in? Well, either way, keeps him from sinking. I am so ignoring the little voice that says it is very dangerous playing with fire like this. So I can't give him mouth-to-mouth. I just won't let him get close to the point where he might need it, I tell the voice firmly. Okay, not talking to the voices in my head. That's definitely more dangerous than this
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Toes above the water and flap your arms. Not to wildly, because then you'll push yourself under again. So just gently wave your arms, that's better then flapping. I think the actual flapping will come when we get to the swimming parts of these lessons. Oh! The toes, must keep the toes above water as well. Chin up...ears in the water. Again
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I can tell he's think about everything at once as one part of him moves and then another jerks as he's just remembered that it was supposed to be doing something too. I smile back at his grin. Totally adorable. I knew he could do it, I think smugly.
Woah. Near panic again. I tighten my grip a little so he knows I'm there when I hear the frightened voice to go with the frightened eyes. My thumb rubs over his hipbone in an effort to reassure him. Right here. "Okay. Take your time." I wait as he calms back down and readjusts, and remembers to breathI nod once he says in that small voice that I can let go. "You've got it, Wes." I smile at him so he doesn't have to worry about what I'm saying to know what I mean. This is amazing. I'm so proud of him. He did it and he didn't cling or whine, or get frozen with fright
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Flap your arms a little harder and keep your toes above water. Keep your chin above water. No! No, not the chin, or I wont be able to hear Angel. Flapping arms and out sticking toes. Bloody hell, I'm so glad there's no one around to see this. It's utterly embarrassing, that's what this is. Then again, if there isn't anyone around to see this, maybe we should've gotten us some of the floating devices. Those wings around the arms or that tire around the waist things
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I smile when he tells me I can let go. He looks so relaxed. Well, at least for the couple seconds I caught him looking at the sky. I'm sure we'll try this again some time and he'll be more relaxed about it. It's pretty nice when you're not worrying about drowning. So says the man who can't drown. Yup, pretty nice
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Getting your leg up again once it's sunk underneath the water isn't as easy as it sounds. Especially not when the other leg is sinking as well. I'm sure there's a trick to it, a special kick or some such, I don't know the trick though. All I know is that I'm starting to sink and my feet cannot touch the ground
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Cutting off anything else I was planning on saying, I tug on his hand, the grip, which I'm just now noticing is pretty damn tight, is much tighter than before. "Wes, I've got you." I'm trying to stay floating here, and help him at the same time
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Okay. Better, so much better. I knew Angel was right here. See how right I was? I don't understand how he can doubt himself so much when it comes to this, but that's not a conversation we'll be having any time soon. He's holding onto me, being my floating device. From mattress to floating device. I knew my Angel was a big multi talent
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He's really pretty calm this time. I have to say I'm impressed. He tells me when he can touch again, and I stop, righting us both, and getting confronted with... a gleeful ball of amazement. Okay, should have been expecting that, but I wasn't, oddly enough, and a smile curves over my face without me even realizing it.
I have to chuckle when he practically squeals with glee at the progress we- no, he made. I nod and smile at him, soaking up the exuberant happiness. "No, no you didn't sink at all." Again, I can't help a soft chuckle at his pleasure.
I can't seem to stop the gentle laughter escaping me as his excitement goes up a notch and he literally shakes me, he's so proud of himself. As he should be. My arms wrap around his waist pulling him close, wanting to share in this utter joy and rapture bouncing through him. Through my Wes. It's pretty damn contagious this joy and I can't help squeezing him tightly even for all the bouncing
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"I didn't sink!" And suddenly I'm reminded of the way Cordelia bounced up and down when Angel gotten her new clothes. Which is really isn't something I should think about. I'm still getting a bit pissed when I think about the way he tried to buy her. So back to the rather well gone attempt of my floating.
Which Angel seems to find amusing. If I'd not know better I'd say he was laughing at me. But I know he's laughing with. It's good to see him laugh. Or smile. Or quite possibly and even better both. Just like he's doing now. He pulls me closer, my own arms wrapping around his waist. We're half above the water now, apparently having bounced further to the shore. I hadn't notice there was a gust of wind before, but standing here all wet and only wearing swimming trunks its getting a bit cold
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A little shiver goes through me at how charged his words are. He really is grateful, and I did this for him. Might have gotten a little dramatic, but I did this for him. Got him to this point that he can feel good about himself. Confident. That's always a good thing in my book, no matter how we got there
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"Yes, the legs," I nod eagerly. The trick has to be in the legs. That's where it went wrong. I could do the whole floating thing, but not the legs thing. There's a trick, I just know there has to be a trick to the legs thing. I'l...uh...just make sure to stay in the more shallow water. Just in case. We can go in further when I can *actually* swim
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Coming back up from the floating, there's a confused and very studious Wes looking at me with something very close to disappointment written across his face.
I nod slowly when he says he was kicking. Well, yes, technically he was kicking, but it might actually have been more like thrashing around with his legs. He's not really looking at me, though, I think he's still looking at the floating me that was there a minute ago, and sorting this all out himself.
"Up and down, little kicks," I nod. "I'll be right next to you." Yeah, as if I'm going to watch him paddle off into the deep without being within arms reach of him right now. Thohugh he's made a wise choice of heading a different direction this time, I note gladly as he prepares for the floating again.
"Maybe after this we should stop for the night though?" I'm not glad to note the shivering he's doing even with half of him in the water. This can lead to no good. No more colds again. Bundling up and cuddling in blankets, okay, but no sniffling and sneezing and all of
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"Oh. Little kicks." And most likely not the wild trashing I was without a doubt doing. See? I knew there was a trick with the legs. There's always a trick with the legs. Or the arms. At least that's what it looked like when I watched people swimming
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He is...totally ignoring me. I cross my arms as he totally, obliviously, shrugs off me and my worries about it being cold. I huff a little, but continue standing guard next to him
( ... )
This is...this is wonderful! I imagine it's even better when you really know how to swim. It's like flying through the water. There's this odd sense of freedom and a carefree feeling taking over. It's fun! Well, no wonder father never thought it necessary for me to learn how to swim until it was to late
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Woah. Near panic again. I tighten my grip a little so he knows I'm there when I hear the frightened voice to go with the frightened eyes. My thumb rubs over his hipbone in an effort to reassure him. Right here. "Okay. Take your time." I wait as he calms back down and readjusts, and remembers to breathI nod once he says in that small voice that I can let go. "You've got it, Wes." I smile at him so he doesn't have to worry about what I'm saying to know what I mean. This is amazing. I'm so proud of him. He did it and he didn't cling or whine, or get frozen with fright ( ... )
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I have to chuckle when he practically squeals with glee at the progress we- no, he made. I nod and smile at him, soaking up the exuberant happiness. "No, no you didn't sink at all." Again, I can't help a soft chuckle at his pleasure.
I can't seem to stop the gentle laughter escaping me as his excitement goes up a notch and he literally shakes me, he's so proud of himself. As he should be. My arms wrap around his waist pulling him close, wanting to share in this utter joy and rapture bouncing through him. Through my Wes. It's pretty damn contagious this joy and I can't help squeezing him tightly even for all the bouncing ( ... )
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Which Angel seems to find amusing. If I'd not know better I'd say he was laughing at me. But I know he's laughing with. It's good to see him laugh. Or smile. Or quite possibly and even better both. Just like he's doing now. He pulls me closer, my own arms wrapping around his waist. We're half above the water now, apparently having bounced further to the shore. I hadn't notice there was a gust of wind before, but standing here all wet and only wearing swimming trunks its getting a bit cold ( ... )
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I nod slowly when he says he was kicking. Well, yes, technically he was kicking, but it might actually have been more like thrashing around with his legs. He's not really looking at me, though, I think he's still looking at the floating me that was there a minute ago, and sorting this all out himself.
"Up and down, little kicks," I nod. "I'll be right next to you." Yeah, as if I'm going to watch him paddle off into the deep without being within arms reach of him right now. Thohugh he's made a wise choice of heading a different direction this time, I note gladly as he prepares for the floating again.
"Maybe after this we should stop for the night though?" I'm not glad to note the shivering he's doing even with half of him in the water. This can lead to no good. No more colds again. Bundling up and cuddling in blankets, okay, but no sniffling and sneezing and all of ( ... )
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