Drabble, again!
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lonelybritI'm trying to write a proper fic and failing miserably. My brain spotting this week's theme of Cause and Effect over at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
slashthedrabble and grabbing the distraction. And surprise surprise, it's Angel/Wes again, I think...
It’s no use trying to point the finger. Angel had no-one to blame but himself. Idiot that he was. Although, right now, the lack of forward planning is not exactly something to be crying about. And at least he had good taste. In a good many things, it appears. Not all the memories being ones that make him want to kill something bloodily. Hell no. Cos when you’ve had a man under you who can go from being deliciously fragile – shuddering gasps and moans as you drive into him again and again – to then being all steel and fire – his hands and mouth rough and achingly effective – well, you can’t complain about that, can you?
Admittedly, Wes does have his down points. Hopelessly sentimental and worried about things that really aren’t worth worrying about. Not to mention his attachment to that ugly-ass tea-set. And making them listen to Radio 4. Then again, even if love did have the most sickening effect on people, the end result was still that they stopped worrying about the real threats hanging over them. Surviving apocalypses will do that. And all’s well that ends well, as they say.
He stretches out, breathing in the warm musky air cocooning them both. It smells of sleep, faint tangs of sweat and aftershave. Of rain and cold winds holding up a dragon. Like reheated chinese in Spike’s new flat and Wesley condemning the state of the kitchen. Like Connor laughing over some Wonderwoman rerun. Or Wesley quirking that smile that signals the end of an argument. It smells like perfect happiness.
Angelus examines the man sleeping beside him. This time there’s no Slayer to distract him, no sun about to come bursting through a shattered pane, and this time he wants to make sure he does this right.
slashthedrabble and grabbing the distraction. And surprise surprise, it's Angel/Wes again, I think...It’s no use trying to point the finger. Angel had no-one to blame but himself. Idiot that he was. Although, right now, the lack of forward planning is not exactly something to be crying about. And at least he had good taste. In a good many things, it appears. Not all the memories being ones that make him want to kill something bloodily. Hell no. Cos when you’ve had a man under you who can go from being deliciously fragile – shuddering gasps and moans as you drive into him again and again – to then being all steel and fire – his hands and mouth rough and achingly effective – well, you can’t complain about that, can you?
Admittedly, Wes does have his down points. Hopelessly sentimental and worried about things that really aren’t worth worrying about. Not to mention his attachment to that ugly-ass tea-set. And making them listen to Radio 4. Then again, even if love did have the most sickening effect on people, the end result was still that they stopped worrying about the real threats hanging over them. Surviving apocalypses will do that. And all’s well that ends well, as they say.
He stretches out, breathing in the warm musky air cocooning them both. It smells of sleep, faint tangs of sweat and aftershave. Of rain and cold winds holding up a dragon. Like reheated chinese in Spike’s new flat and Wesley condemning the state of the kitchen. Like Connor laughing over some Wonderwoman rerun. Or Wesley quirking that smile that signals the end of an argument. It smells like perfect happiness.
Angelus examines the man sleeping beside him. This time there’s no Slayer to distract him, no sun about to come bursting through a shattered pane, and this time he wants to make sure he does this right.
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Date: 2005-02-04 12:50 am (UTC)And you even attempted a bit of smut I'm so proud!!!
Don't worry about the 'proper' fic, it will come to you when its ready!
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Date: 2005-02-07 03:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-04 09:05 am (UTC)Beautifully written, with both such a delicious picture of Wes and Angel together and now such a skin-crawling menace ready to strike.
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Date: 2005-02-07 03:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-04 01:51 pm (UTC)Very nicely done, my darling. And a little hint of smut there, I think. Bravo!
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Date: 2005-02-07 03:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-07 03:51 pm (UTC)