Eaten by Weasels (eatenbyweasels) wrote in ebw_buffyslash, @ 2008-03-22 18:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | 12, 500 words and under, angst, het, lilah, wes/giles |
Head Girl. Wes/Giles/(Lilah). 12
300 words. I quite like this one.
Head Girl
Well, you kept this one quiet, didn’t you Wes? Although I always did have the teensiest suspicion you swung both ways. The way you looked at Angel sometimes, like he was the chocolate sprinkles on a mochachino.
Admit it; you’d be disappointed if I wasn’t a little bit jealous, but hey, so long as it isn’t the twittering Twig I’m fine about it, really. Life goes on. Well, not mine, obviously, but at least this guy dresses like an adult. Not that he’s dressed in much at all right now - oh, and there it goes! That little thing you do, that used to make me think my head would pop clean off. In my job, you’d think I’d have sussed that for a portent, wouldn‘t you?
“Rupert?” There are actual people called Rupert? Or is that just some wacky gay British way of talking dirty? Because you know all about talking dirty - just one of the many talents of that tongue of yours. Oh, come on, Wes, don’t go all holier than thou on me. Okay, maybe I’m not in the best position to say that, but I know you, Wesley Wyndam-Pryce. I know what lies behind that oh-so-proper British upbringing. The fun little nasties I taught you just added to your repertoire. Go on, moan “Rupert” again! You’re getting me all hot and bothered - the bothered bit’s a refreshing change, at least
My, he’s ….impressive! I bet you another signed dollar that you won’t…. oh, now, that *is* one of my tricks! You must have been paying more attention to me than I’d thought. I feel so proud! Do I get a girl scout badge and a cookie?
Hey, okay, there’s no need to get tetchy! It’s you that brings me here, after all. Is it my fault that you can’t touch yourself, let alone anyone else, without you dragging me back out of Hell to whisper in your ear? What shall I whisper, Wesley? You won’t hear me if I whisper “I loved you”. So how come you can’t bring yourself to make me whisper “Goodbye”?