Aftermath - Chapter 3

Sep 02, 2004 19:37

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Aftermath - Chapter 3 )

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beadattitude September 2 2004, 20:30:26 UTC
And it wasn't really a surprise, really, because Spike had said enough that it was clear that Wesley was some how affected by Giles proximity. I'd understand the sensitized touch, but what exactly did he -

Suddenly her realized what Spike had meant. He could smell arousal - on both of them. A warm feeling coiled in his belly. Groaning, Giles mind flashed with images of Wes' naked body. He shook his head, willing himself to focus. He'd have to keep an eye out, check Wesley's reactions - see if Spike's theory was true and if the man really did want him. Because he knew know what he wanted. Wesley ( ... )

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lostgirlslair September 3 2004, 01:31:24 UTC
Giles whistled as he walked into the safe house, causing the nurses to look at him as if he'd lost his mind. Winking at them, he went straight to Wesley's room, only to find the man asleep ( ... )

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beadattitude September 3 2004, 12:50:20 UTC
"Oh drat, I forgot the coffee cups," Giles fretted. "I'll be right back. As I recall, you do take your coffee black, correct ( ... )

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beadattitude September 3 2004, 12:51:10 UTC
"Rupert, about yesterday -"

"Yes, Wesley, I do apologize. I'm sure -"

"But -"

"I understand all too well how it is to not to be able to be as mobile as it would like, and I'm afraid in the interest of keeping you occupied, and well, quite a selfish desire to spend more time conversing with you, I've made quite the wrong impression."

"What -"

"I enjoy your company, Wes. Simple as that," Giles chuckled as he took a sip of his coffee. Wesley's expression was utterly priceless - totally gobsmacked.

"I don't give a tinker's damn whether or not you work from your hospital bed for me, Angel the Council, the Reformed Brotherhood of Hammer-Tossing Donkeys, or bloody Wolfram & Hart. I just want to you get well, and hopefully not be bored out of your mind while you heal. So please, if I've given you any impression that I'm just visiting to wheedle knowledge out of you, I'm dreadfully sorry.

There was a long pause as Wesley contemplated this. I enjoy your company, Wes. . That, combined with the man's presence, gave him a ( ... )

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lostgirlslair September 4 2004, 18:27:22 UTC
"Quite an attractive option, yes? Well, if you're going to work with them you'll have to make the calls yourself as I've never got on with the lead ass. He tossed a hammer at me," Chuckling, Giles cut his sandwich into two and handed half to Wesley with a chuckle at the man's expression.

"Uh, no, I--"

"Eat," Giles insisted, though he kept his voice soft. "I can pick up something on my way to the office, later. You, however, have to live with whatever they give you and, frankly, I don't think they're too happy with you."

Wesley accepted the plate with a chuckle. "It really is delicious," he said with a small smile to Giles as he dug in to the other half of the sandwich. The two of them sat in a fairly comfortable silence as they ate. Giles watched Wes out of the corner of his eye, smiling at the delighted faces the man made. Those small, half stifled groans and moans were not making things particularly easy on him, but he wasn't about to tell Wes that.

Wesley? Could you please stop moaning over that sandwich? You're ( ... )

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beadattitude September 4 2004, 18:47:18 UTC
Well, thank god. That went well. Giles congratulated himself. Taking a page from Spike's book and not letting the man get a word in edgewise works beautifully. Not that I'd ever tell Spike that.

And he didn't mind the entirely sexy noises Wes made while he was eating, either, but made a note to himself that he probably wouldn't be able to keep his hands to himself for meals over two courses at the moment. Though I do wonder what would happen if I made him one of his favorites? He bit back a chuckle, so as not to wake Wes.

Brushing the crumbs from his hands as the set the dishes on the small side table, he turned back to see if Wes was still asleep. His eyes were closed, his face was flushed and his breathing was slightly heavier than normal.

"Wesley, are you alright? Are you having a nightmare?" Giles hurried across the room to lay a hand on the sleeping man's shoulder, and shook him gently.

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beadattitude September 5 2004, 17:18:14 UTC
You. You. You. Was all Giles could think of for a second as Wesley's words caused yet another jolt of arousal. Oh dear lord. He felt his face flush. "Hm, well, ah. I'd like to reserve my...request until I find out some more about your hidden talents. He winced internally, hoping that that didn't come out as a double entendre.

"Other than fleecing unsuspecting pubgoers for pocket money, do you have any other...hobbies? Giles was able to muster up a mischevious smile. Where had his coffee cup gone? His throat was really dry. "Do you mind if I get myself a bit of water from your pitcher? I'm a touch thirsty."

"Be my guest." Wesley shifted his legs a bit as Rupert got up to pour himself a glass. He was still a little embarassed about his raging hard-on, and not sure how Rupert might react to...well, Wesley's reaction to him. Wasn't I supposed to be talking about something? Ah, yes hobbies."Well, I've a collection of a few, rare demonic manuscripts, but I suppose that's work related. I've always liked to garden, though ( ... )

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lostgirlslair September 5 2004, 21:43:25 UTC
Instead, he stood there, smiling softly and waiting to see how long it took Wes to answer his question. Oh, yes, this was going to be more fun than he'd had in a long time. He had to remind himself to tread carefully, not to move too quickly and perhaps scare Wesley off. He needed to know more about Wes' current state, mental and emotional, before he began anything more than watching and, perhaps, slight flirting. Of course, keeping that in mind might very well prove difficult.

Especially when Wesley kept looking at him like that.

"Oh, uh," Wesley force himself to take more shallow breath, trying to block out that scent enough to think. "I enjoy gardening. I'm quite good at it, actually."

"Well, then I believe that's what I'll request."

"I'm sorry?" Wes blinked, unsure what Giles was talking about for a moment. Request? Oh, the bets! Right. God, he wanted to get closer to that scent, bury his nose against Giles' skin, run his tongue down . . . Oh, no. Don't even think it, he warned his own mind, pushing the thought ( ... )

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beadattitude September 6 2004, 17:41:27 UTC
Giles stuttered to a halt as he was caught by a hungry look in Wes' eyes. A long moment stretched between the two men as they sat and stared at one another - both awash in arousal and attraction. Giles felt his control beginning to fray - he'd seen the look before, it seemed a clear sign. Then Wesley's face shuttered again, and he looked away, blushing and clearing his throat.

Wesley's breath had caught in his chest. The last time someone had looked like that - admiring, wanting - it had been Fred. And look how well that had turned out. He could be imagining the whole thing, but it was just overwhelming - nearly inconceiveable that Rupert Giles - Wes cast around for a subject and hit on an old standby. Work.

"So, I'd really like to hear about the slayer's dreams. If you have time. I seem to have run out of personal information."

Drat. I've done something wrong. "I'm sure we haven't exhausted the subject, but very well, if you like." Giles rose and went to the satchel where he kept his papers ( ... )

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lostgirlslair September 6 2004, 19:15:43 UTC
"Here are copies of a the reports, notes, and drawings the Slayers made yesterday," Giles said, dropping to folders lightly on to Wesley's bed. He struggled not to retreat. What he'd seen . . . it had been there, even if Wes had quickly closed himself off again, what he'd seen in that instant had been real ( ... )

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beadattitude September 6 2004, 20:33:39 UTC
"Oh! I do apologize, Wesley, I didn't realize you were so tired." Giles hurried to get his things, shooting puzzled little looks at Wes as he did so. "You are feeling all right? I'm sorry, I keep saying that, but you look a little flushed."

Wesley fought the urge to giggle. Yes, of course I'm flushed, Rupert. I've been horribly turned on for the last hour and a half, and if you don't leave soon, I'll be dragging you to the floor. He licked his dry mouth and smiled, he hoped reassuringly. "No, really, I'm fine. Just tired."

Giles looked a little bewildered. "Well, if you're sure."

"Yes, I'll be fine."

"All right then." Giles stood by the edge of the bed, smiling gently. "W-would you mind me stopping by later this evening? I may have some more information on the dreams, and your blood samples should be back."

"Um, yes. I'd like a second set of ears with me for that." And some support if we find out anything...disturbing."Well then, until tonight." Giles touched Wesley's bared arm briefly in farewell ( ... )

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lostgirlslair September 6 2004, 20:57:37 UTC
Wesley could barely wait until Giles had ducked out of the room. He slid his hand under the blankets and grasped his hard shaft, moaning out an 'Oh dear lord,' slightly louder than he'd meant to ( ... )

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