Having a bit of a day? Me too. Here's help.
A bit of self-indulgent balm in the form of Wesley/Angel schmoop. Little under 400 words, rated PG, early AtS. Partially inspired by Jack Harkness's magic lips. ;-) Oh, if only my bad days could end like this.
First it had been the boiler. Wesley stepped into the shower that morning and was greeted with an icy deluge that at the very least woke him up--and his neighbors as well, thanks to his shrieking from the shock. Then it was finding a parking ticket on his motorcycle. Apparently they had changed the parking regulations on his street sometime during the night. Once he made it to the office he discovered that the coffee maker had it in for him when it spewed lovely brown streaks down the front of his new white shirt.
Now he realized that the meticulous notes he had made the night before were completely ruined by the leaky bottle of grape juice he had hastily packed into his satchel on the way out the door that morning. He stared at the soaked, purple-tinted notebook in his hands and silently cursed the PTB for allowing him wake up at all that morning.
“Hey Wes, could you see about taking this new crossbow in for adjustment? I don’t like the way it’s started shooting off to the right. It should still be under warranty.” Angel asked as he walked up behind him.
Wesley tossed his soggy notes onto the desk. “Yes. Certainly. I’d be more than happy to oblige. Of course I might not make it to the shop without shooting myself in the leg, or being flattened by a lorry as I try to cross the road,” he said between clenched teeth.
“You’ve been a little tense today, haven’t you, Wes?”
Wesley turned around slowly, his face tight and his left eye twitching slightly. “Perhaps a little, yes. It’s been a bit of a day,” he said coolly.
Angel set the crossbow on the desk. In a split second, Wesley found himself pinned up against the wall, Angel’s body covering his own. “Angel! What--”
He was silenced by a forceful, insistent, and utterly bone-melting kiss. As Angel wrapped his arms around him and deepened the kiss, Wesley felt every bit of tension slip away. Finally, Angel broke away to let Wes catch his breath.
“Better?” Angel murmured, his lips still a hair’s breadth from Wesley’s.
“I should have a bit of a day more often,” Wesley said before fervently returning the kiss.
First it had been the boiler. Wesley stepped into the shower that morning and was greeted with an icy deluge that at the very least woke him up--and his neighbors as well, thanks to his shrieking from the shock. Then it was finding a parking ticket on his motorcycle. Apparently they had changed the parking regulations on his street sometime during the night. Once he made it to the office he discovered that the coffee maker had it in for him when it spewed lovely brown streaks down the front of his new white shirt.
Now he realized that the meticulous notes he had made the night before were completely ruined by the leaky bottle of grape juice he had hastily packed into his satchel on the way out the door that morning. He stared at the soaked, purple-tinted notebook in his hands and silently cursed the PTB for allowing him wake up at all that morning.
“Hey Wes, could you see about taking this new crossbow in for adjustment? I don’t like the way it’s started shooting off to the right. It should still be under warranty.” Angel asked as he walked up behind him.
Wesley tossed his soggy notes onto the desk. “Yes. Certainly. I’d be more than happy to oblige. Of course I might not make it to the shop without shooting myself in the leg, or being flattened by a lorry as I try to cross the road,” he said between clenched teeth.
“You’ve been a little tense today, haven’t you, Wes?”
Wesley turned around slowly, his face tight and his left eye twitching slightly. “Perhaps a little, yes. It’s been a bit of a day,” he said coolly.
Angel set the crossbow on the desk. In a split second, Wesley found himself pinned up against the wall, Angel’s body covering his own. “Angel! What--”
He was silenced by a forceful, insistent, and utterly bone-melting kiss. As Angel wrapped his arms around him and deepened the kiss, Wesley felt every bit of tension slip away. Finally, Angel broke away to let Wes catch his breath.
“Better?” Angel murmured, his lips still a hair’s breadth from Wesley’s.
“I should have a bit of a day more often,” Wesley said before fervently returning the kiss.