Giles wished there was something more he could do for Wesley. He tried to put himself in his lover’s shoes but didn’t think it was fair. He hated Roger with a fiery passion, and would kill him on sight if he ever threatened to hurt or kill Wesley. Giles knew it was different for Wesley though because Roger was his father, no matter how poorly he’d treated his son.
“I’ll put the kettle on, love,” he said before slipping into the kitchen. He wanted to boil the water over the range, but decided to make it with the electric unit. Giles didn’t want to leave Wesley alone for longer than he had to. When he came back, he sat the cup of tea on the coffee table and steered Wesley over to the couch.
“Sit down and take a few deep breaths. You don’t have to deal with this right now. I’ll ring Angel in a bit and tell him you won’t be in the office for a few days.”
Giles knew he needed to get Wesley away from all of them. He needed to get his love away from the firm, and someplace where he didn’t have to worry about demons, vampires and evil lawyers. Someplace where they could relax and Wesley could heal. Things had been so hectic and both of them needed a breather.
Suddenly, the phone rang and Giles reached over to answer it. It was Fred, wondering how Wesley was doing. After a brief conversation, Giles rang off and looked at the other man. “Fred says if you need anything to ring. She also sounds rather disappointed that we’re going away. It seems we aren’t the only ones in need of a holiday,” he said as he took Wesley’s hand and squeezed it.
While Rupert disappeared into the kitchen, Wesley stood in the middle of the lounge, feeling like he should do something, but wasn't sure what. He wanted to pick up the phone, but he couldn't bring himself to. He wanted to take a hot shower and wash away the conflicting feelings he felt crawling on his skin.
When his lover came back a few minutes later, he let Rupert move him over to the couch and sat down. He took the cup of tea, holding it in his hand, suddenly realizing how cold he felt as its warmth spread through his hand. A few days. Yes. He didn't want to go back to the firm. Not now. Not after what had happened. He wanted to stay with Rupert and wrap himself in his arms and not have to deal with anything having to do with this place.
While Rupert spoke to Fred, he sipped his tea, letting the liquid sooth his throat, the heat spreading through him. He looked up at his lover when he got off the phone and mentioned about them going away. "A holiday?" he asked softly, holding his hand. "I haven't...it's been awhile since I've been on a holiday. Where...where would we go?"
Part of him wanted to go back to England, to see his father with his own eyes. But another part of him didn't want to see him, was afraid of what might happen when his father saw them together. He had dealt with that enough.
Still, though, a part of him wanted to go back to England, so he could at least see a familiar place again.
"Can we go back to England?" he asked softly. "It's been so long since I've been there."
When Wesley asked where they'd go on holiday, Giles started to ponder all the places they could go. Perhaps somewhere secluded, with no mobiles or computers. Just the two of them together, getting the rest and relaxation they both deserved after everything. Or perhaps they could go someplace with some historical value, and explore things.
But, then Wesley asked if they could go to England. Giles turned and looked at him. There was a look in Wesley's eyes and Giles suddenly knew this was something his lover needed to do. "England sounds lovely. We could stay at my estate in Bath and take in some of the local sights," he said, wondering if Wesley was going to visit his parents while they were there. He wanted to ask but didn't want to push.
"I can call my groundskeeper William and have him open up the house for us and get things stocked," Giles said as he leaned over and nuzzled Wesley's neck. "Perhaps we should get some sleep and in the morning I can make some phone calls. I'm sure I can get tickets for tomorrow night, love."
"Bath...I'd like that," Wesley said with a nod, remembering how they had once talked about going there together. Until his father... He closed his eyes in pain for a moment, trying to push from his mind anything that had to do with his father trying to keep him away from the man he loved. Instead, he tried to focus on the fact that they were actually going to go now and nothing would stop them this time.
Leaning into Rupert's kisses on his neck, he let out a soft sigh, partly from still being wound up, partly from the contentment of knowing he was there with him. "I want to go to Bath with you. Finally see your estate," he told him.
Opening his eyes, he looked into Rupert's. "I want to hold you tonight," he told him, standing up and taking his hand.
Together, they walked into the bedroom and go undressed - whether Rupert undressed him or he undressed Rupert or they undressed themselves, he couldn't remember. All he cared about was feeling the warmth of Rupert's skin against his own as they slipped under the covers, wrapped together. His body warmed the chill that Wes had felt deep inside him since the moment that...thing had walked into the office, and feeling him pressed against him, knowing that they wouldn't let anything part them ever again, started to soothe the churning inside him.
When Giles woke the next morning, he was still pressed against Wesley's body. He noticed his lover was still sleeping so he slipped out of the bed and decided to get to work on making plans for their England trip. Giles padded out of the room and dialed his travel agent's number, but she wasn't in.
With a sigh, Giles looked around the living room and noticed Wesley's laptop sitting on the coffee table. He remembered seeing an advert about websites, which sold plane tickets. Even though he didn't know a lot about computers, he figured he could find a simple website. How hard could it be?
Giles went over to the sofa and picked it up before turning it on. He remembered watching Willow and Wesley on their computers and figured he could do it. After a few clicks, he thought he had it but the computer screen went black. Blinking, he tapped some keys and sighed.
He stood from the sofa and went to the bedroom. "Wesley? I think your laptop thing is broken," he whispered, hoping Wesley wouldn't hear.
Wesley wasn't sure when he finally fell asleep, wrapped in Rupert's arms. All he knew was that he heard Rupert's voice calling to him, bringing him out of sleep. The laptop was broken? What?
Opening his eyes, he sat up, everything that had happened the day before coming back to him. He froze for a moment, blinking. He hadn't really killed his father. He had shot a cyborg. He had shot a cyborg to protect Fred and Rupert. To protect his lover. His lover who was standing right there, alive and fine...
Telling him that his laptop was broken.
He pushed himself up off the bed, his brow furrowed as he walked over to him. "What...? It was fine the other day..." he said as they went into the living room. Sitting down on the sofa, he looked at it, tapping a few keys. Then he noticed the power light wasn't on. With a glance at Rupert, he reached over and pressed the power switch.
Immediately, the laptop beeped and began booting up, the Mac logo appearing on the screen.
"I...um...if you had it on, you must have accidentally hit the shut down command," he told him, feeling laughter trying to bubble up inside him. He tried to hold it back, not wanting to make his lover feel bad, but after a moment, he couldn't help it and let out a soft snort. He swallowed and looked at Rupert askance, fighting off another wave. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean--what were you trying to do?"
Giles was impressed that Wesley heard his whisper. Then he remembered the sensory tests the Academy made them take so they would know if a vampire was coming or not. All Watchers had good hearing, especially Wesley. "I don't know. I was using it and the screen went black," he said, following Wesley out to the living room.
He leaned against the arm of the sofa and watched as his lover looked over the laptop. Soon it was back on and Giles sat down beside Wesley, perking an eyebrow when he snorted. "Spike gave me the name of a lovely site, where you can buy feather dusters, and other such items to use to torture one's boyfriend when they laugh at you," he said with a serious tone. "And I was looking for tickets to England since my travel agent seems to be out again."
Reaching over, Giles slipped an arm around Wesley's shoulders and kissed his cheek. "How are you feeling this morning, love?" He asked with concern in his voice. "Do you still want to go to England? Or would you rather go elsewhere?"
When Rupert threatened him with the sex toys website, Wesley swallowed, the idea of his lover teasing him with a feather duster or some other toy. He took a deep breath and looked over at him as he opened the web browser on the computer. Part of him wanted to apologize for the laugh, but another part of him actually wanted what Rupert was threatening. The idea of him teasing him and buggering him into the mattress enough to make him forget everything else was appealing.
But at the same time, he knew he shouldn't fall into that trap. And he wouldn't use Rupert that way - as a way to forget. He loved him too much.
"I'm...I'm doing all right, I think," he told him when he wrapped his arm around him. "Knowing what happened is still a bit...overwhelming, but having you here...knowing I'm not alone...it helps."
He looked up at him. "And I still want to go back to England with you. It's been so long since I've been there. I need...I need something familiar."
Leaning forward, he kissed Rupert softly, closing his eyes for a moment at the feel of his lips. Having him there did so much. He couldn't imagine being without him anymore.
"Let me see what I can find ticket-wise," he told him, turning back to the laptop and going to the travel site to do a flight search. He quickly found several available flights from Los Angeles to Heathrow for that evening and soon, they had reservations on one.
Giles thought his lover was rather sexy, sitting there naked, while on his laptop. It made his mind wander a bit, and he wondered if perhaps they should get some toys. He would never get anything over-bearing, knowing he would never hurt Wesley in sake of getting off. Besides, he knew he wouldn't be turned on by inflicting pain on the man he loved and cherished.
When Wesley said he'd gotten the tickets, Giles nodded and stood from the sofa. "I'm going to ring William and tell him we're coming." He picked up the cordless phone and dialed the house William lived in and waited. When the older man finally answered, Giles asked him to get the estate ready with food and other provisions. Ringing off, he smiled over at Wesley.
"It's been snowing in Bath. William says it's rather lovely. I asked him to have some winter gear for us since I don't think you have a parka here," he said as he took Wesley's hand and hauled him off the sofa. "Since we have a lot of things to do today, we should probably shower together."
Giles wasn't expecting a shag in the shower, but he needed to touch Wesley, and know he was all right. "Come along," he said, pulling his lover into the bathroom.
“I’ll put the kettle on, love,” he said before slipping into the kitchen. He wanted to boil the water over the range, but decided to make it with the electric unit. Giles didn’t want to leave Wesley alone for longer than he had to. When he came back, he sat the cup of tea on the coffee table and steered Wesley over to the couch.
“Sit down and take a few deep breaths. You don’t have to deal with this right now. I’ll ring Angel in a bit and tell him you won’t be in the office for a few days.”
Giles knew he needed to get Wesley away from all of them. He needed to get his love away from the firm, and someplace where he didn’t have to worry about demons, vampires and evil lawyers. Someplace where they could relax and Wesley could heal. Things had been so hectic and both of them needed a breather.
Suddenly, the phone rang and Giles reached over to answer it. It was Fred, wondering how Wesley was doing. After a brief conversation, Giles rang off and looked at the other man. “Fred says if you need anything to ring. She also sounds rather disappointed that we’re going away. It seems we aren’t the only ones in need of a holiday,” he said as he took Wesley’s hand and squeezed it.
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When his lover came back a few minutes later, he let Rupert move him over to the couch and sat down. He took the cup of tea, holding it in his hand, suddenly realizing how cold he felt as its warmth spread through his hand. A few days. Yes. He didn't want to go back to the firm. Not now. Not after what had happened. He wanted to stay with Rupert and wrap himself in his arms and not have to deal with anything having to do with this place.
While Rupert spoke to Fred, he sipped his tea, letting the liquid sooth his throat, the heat spreading through him. He looked up at his lover when he got off the phone and mentioned about them going away. "A holiday?" he asked softly, holding his hand. "I haven't...it's been awhile since I've been on a holiday. Where...where would we go?"
Part of him wanted to go back to England, to see his father with his own eyes. But another part of him didn't want to see him, was afraid of what might happen when his father saw them together. He had dealt with that enough.
Still, though, a part of him wanted to go back to England, so he could at least see a familiar place again.
"Can we go back to England?" he asked softly. "It's been so long since I've been there."
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But, then Wesley asked if they could go to England. Giles turned and looked at him. There was a look in Wesley's eyes and Giles suddenly knew this was something his lover needed to do. "England sounds lovely. We could stay at my estate in Bath and take in some of the local sights," he said, wondering if Wesley was going to visit his parents while they were there. He wanted to ask but didn't want to push.
"I can call my groundskeeper William and have him open up the house for us and get things stocked," Giles said as he leaned over and nuzzled Wesley's neck. "Perhaps we should get some sleep and in the morning I can make some phone calls. I'm sure I can get tickets for tomorrow night, love."
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Leaning into Rupert's kisses on his neck, he let out a soft sigh, partly from still being wound up, partly from the contentment of knowing he was there with him. "I want to go to Bath with you. Finally see your estate," he told him.
Opening his eyes, he looked into Rupert's. "I want to hold you tonight," he told him, standing up and taking his hand.
Together, they walked into the bedroom and go undressed - whether Rupert undressed him or he undressed Rupert or they undressed themselves, he couldn't remember. All he cared about was feeling the warmth of Rupert's skin against his own as they slipped under the covers, wrapped together. His body warmed the chill that Wes had felt deep inside him since the moment that...thing had walked into the office, and feeling him pressed against him, knowing that they wouldn't let anything part them ever again, started to soothe the churning inside him.
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With a sigh, Giles looked around the living room and noticed Wesley's laptop sitting on the coffee table. He remembered seeing an advert about websites, which sold plane tickets. Even though he didn't know a lot about computers, he figured he could find a simple website. How hard could it be?
Giles went over to the sofa and picked it up before turning it on. He remembered watching Willow and Wesley on their computers and figured he could do it. After a few clicks, he thought he had it but the computer screen went black. Blinking, he tapped some keys and sighed.
He stood from the sofa and went to the bedroom. "Wesley? I think your laptop thing is broken," he whispered, hoping Wesley wouldn't hear.
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Opening his eyes, he sat up, everything that had happened the day before coming back to him. He froze for a moment, blinking. He hadn't really killed his father. He had shot a cyborg. He had shot a cyborg to protect Fred and Rupert. To protect his lover. His lover who was standing right there, alive and fine...
Telling him that his laptop was broken.
He pushed himself up off the bed, his brow furrowed as he walked over to him. "What...? It was fine the other day..." he said as they went into the living room. Sitting down on the sofa, he looked at it, tapping a few keys. Then he noticed the power light wasn't on. With a glance at Rupert, he reached over and pressed the power switch.
Immediately, the laptop beeped and began booting up, the Mac logo appearing on the screen.
"I...um...if you had it on, you must have accidentally hit the shut down command," he told him, feeling laughter trying to bubble up inside him. He tried to hold it back, not wanting to make his lover feel bad, but after a moment, he couldn't help it and let out a soft snort. He swallowed and looked at Rupert askance, fighting off another wave. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean--what were you trying to do?"
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He leaned against the arm of the sofa and watched as his lover looked over the laptop. Soon it was back on and Giles sat down beside Wesley, perking an eyebrow when he snorted. "Spike gave me the name of a lovely site, where you can buy feather dusters, and other such items to use to torture one's boyfriend when they laugh at you," he said with a serious tone. "And I was looking for tickets to England since my travel agent seems to be out again."
Reaching over, Giles slipped an arm around Wesley's shoulders and kissed his cheek. "How are you feeling this morning, love?" He asked with concern in his voice. "Do you still want to go to England? Or would you rather go elsewhere?"
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But at the same time, he knew he shouldn't fall into that trap. And he wouldn't use Rupert that way - as a way to forget. He loved him too much.
"I'm...I'm doing all right, I think," he told him when he wrapped his arm around him. "Knowing what happened is still a bit...overwhelming, but having you here...knowing I'm not alone...it helps."
He looked up at him. "And I still want to go back to England with you. It's been so long since I've been there. I need...I need something familiar."
Leaning forward, he kissed Rupert softly, closing his eyes for a moment at the feel of his lips. Having him there did so much. He couldn't imagine being without him anymore.
"Let me see what I can find ticket-wise," he told him, turning back to the laptop and going to the travel site to do a flight search. He quickly found several available flights from Los Angeles to Heathrow for that evening and soon, they had reservations on one.
"Now we just need to get ready."
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When Wesley said he'd gotten the tickets, Giles nodded and stood from the sofa. "I'm going to ring William and tell him we're coming." He picked up the cordless phone and dialed the house William lived in and waited. When the older man finally answered, Giles asked him to get the estate ready with food and other provisions. Ringing off, he smiled over at Wesley.
"It's been snowing in Bath. William says it's rather lovely. I asked him to have some winter gear for us since I don't think you have a parka here," he said as he took Wesley's hand and hauled him off the sofa. "Since we have a lot of things to do today, we should probably shower together."
Giles wasn't expecting a shag in the shower, but he needed to touch Wesley, and know he was all right. "Come along," he said, pulling his lover into the bathroom.
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