Sighing, Wesley put aside another translation and rubbed the back of his neck, sitting back. It had been just a week since Rupert had gone back to England to take care of handing over chairmanship of the Council to Peter, but it seemed so much longer. Of course, quite a lot had happened in that time - werewolves, vengeful ghosts - but mainly, it was his lover's absence was making it seem so long.
And starting to grate if the small tiff he had had in the lab over the neural-intercept grenade was anything to go by. He hadn't been in the mood to deal with Fred's over-enthusiastic git of an assistant, so he hadn't minced his words when Knox had tried to lay the blame on him for the payload not working. Luckily, Lorne had come in and broken things up, but then again, what he had to say hadn't been quite what Wesley wanted to deal with either.
He had just looked at the clock, trying to remember when Rupert was supposed to be arriving back when suddenly the door opened, and his lover walked in. A big smile crossed his face as Rupert dropped a bag in front of him.
"My three favorite things - jaffa cakes, licorice and Rupert," he said, standing up and pulling Rupert closer, not caring if anyone saw them. He had been dealing with enough taunting from Spike to even care anymore. "God, are you a sight for sore eyes, love."
Pressing closer, he gave him a long kiss, feeling himself humming happily against Rupert's lips.
"Feel good too. After dealing with werewolves, ghosts and shifted-existence vampires, I definitely needed to be able touch you again," he told him.
Giles groaned into the kiss, his arms wrapping around the other man. He wanted nothing more than to knock everything off Wesley's desk and shag his senseless. Just the thought made his stir and he broke the kiss so he wouldn't be tempted to. He didn't think Wesley would want to be caught having sex on his desk.
"I missed you terribly," he whispered as he traced his fingers over Wesley's neck. He then realized what Wesley had said before they started to snog. "Werewolves? What have you been getting yourself into, love?" He stepped back and leaned against Wesley's desk and waited for the other man to tell him.
Suddenly, Wesley's door opened again and Lorne rushed in. "You two have to help me! I'm having a Halloween party and I need you to show up! It's dying out there!" the demon said.
"Oh, I don't know...I was hoping to spend some time with Wesley and--"
"Wes?" Lorne said, looking at him. "Be a friend and get your stuffy boyfriend to come to the party with you!"
Moving to hitch himself on the edge of the desk besides Rupert, Wesley shook his head at his question. "Not so much what I've been getting myself into as what's been finding us. Angel was protecting a young woman named Nina, who was attacked by a werewolf. She was then targeted by one of those gourmet delicacy groups they told up about during the Watchers Academy because they wanted werewolf for this month's meal."
Wesley shook his head, realizing how ridiculous and silly what he was talking must have sounded. "Managed to save her although she'll still have to deal with the monthly transformation. Then Spike was--."
He didn't get a chance to finish, though, thanks to Lorne's rather ill-timed entrance. Sighing, he looked at his friend, wanting to tell him to just bugger off.
"Lorne, for one, my boyfriend is not stuffy, and for two, we wouldn't be any fun at your party. Rupert just got home from England, and I've been translating all day."
"All the more reason to have some fun!" Lorne insisted. "Come on, guys!"
"Lorne, we--."
But Lorne was already heading for the door. "Get your tuchises out there! And get some costumes. I can't let this party be ruined, not with the archduke attending."
With that, he left, and Wesley looked over at Rupert for a moment. "I think Lorne has a costume closet next to his office for when they film in the studio."
Giles didn't want to go to some bloody party. He wanted to take his boyfriend home and shag him senseless on every surface of the flat. Turning, he looked at Wesley, hoping he could take some sense into Lorne. But the demon suggested they get costumes and he felt a smile lift on his face.
"Really? Well, lead the way then," Giles said. He followed Wesley out of his office and down to where Lorne stored his costumes. He looked through the selection and smiled when he found a purple suit, complete with a hat and cane. "I think I'll wear this one. I can be a pimp."
Giles then looked through the closet some more and found a red dress. Holding it up to Wesley, he grinned. "And you can be my, um, lady friend," he said with a grin.
And starting to grate if the small tiff he had had in the lab over the neural-intercept grenade was anything to go by. He hadn't been in the mood to deal with Fred's over-enthusiastic git of an assistant, so he hadn't minced his words when Knox had tried to lay the blame on him for the payload not working. Luckily, Lorne had come in and broken things up, but then again, what he had to say hadn't been quite what Wesley wanted to deal with either.
He had just looked at the clock, trying to remember when Rupert was supposed to be arriving back when suddenly the door opened, and his lover walked in. A big smile crossed his face as Rupert dropped a bag in front of him.
"My three favorite things - jaffa cakes, licorice and Rupert," he said, standing up and pulling Rupert closer, not caring if anyone saw them. He had been dealing with enough taunting from Spike to even care anymore. "God, are you a sight for sore eyes, love."
Pressing closer, he gave him a long kiss, feeling himself humming happily against Rupert's lips.
"Feel good too. After dealing with werewolves, ghosts and shifted-existence vampires, I definitely needed to be able touch you again," he told him.
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"I missed you terribly," he whispered as he traced his fingers over Wesley's neck. He then realized what Wesley had said before they started to snog. "Werewolves? What have you been getting yourself into, love?" He stepped back and leaned against Wesley's desk and waited for the other man to tell him.
Suddenly, Wesley's door opened again and Lorne rushed in. "You two have to help me! I'm having a Halloween party and I need you to show up! It's dying out there!" the demon said.
"Oh, I don't know...I was hoping to spend some time with Wesley and--"
"Wes?" Lorne said, looking at him. "Be a friend and get your stuffy boyfriend to come to the party with you!"
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Wesley shook his head, realizing how ridiculous and silly what he was talking must have sounded. "Managed to save her although she'll still have to deal with the monthly transformation. Then Spike was--."
He didn't get a chance to finish, though, thanks to Lorne's rather ill-timed entrance. Sighing, he looked at his friend, wanting to tell him to just bugger off.
"Lorne, for one, my boyfriend is not stuffy, and for two, we wouldn't be any fun at your party. Rupert just got home from England, and I've been translating all day."
"All the more reason to have some fun!" Lorne insisted. "Come on, guys!"
"Lorne, we--."
But Lorne was already heading for the door. "Get your tuchises out there! And get some costumes. I can't let this party be ruined, not with the archduke attending."
With that, he left, and Wesley looked over at Rupert for a moment. "I think Lorne has a costume closet next to his office for when they film in the studio."
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"Really? Well, lead the way then," Giles said. He followed Wesley out of his office and down to where Lorne stored his costumes. He looked through the selection and smiled when he found a purple suit, complete with a hat and cane. "I think I'll wear this one. I can be a pimp."
Giles then looked through the closet some more and found a red dress. Holding it up to Wesley, he grinned. "And you can be my, um, lady friend," he said with a grin.
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