Wesley Wyndam Pryce (wes_the_watcher) wrote in btvsal, @ 2008-11-11 08:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | narcissa mareau, place: la, wesley wyndam pryce |
What Will She Say?
Who: Wesley and Narcissa
Where: Wesley's Place
When: Friday, November 7
Wesley had called Narcissa to see if she wanted to come over and discuss some training schedules for their potentials. Having them actually be able to spare with someone who could take a hard hit or two would be good for them. Well, that wasn't the only reason he was asking her over. He also wanted to actually ask her on a date, a real date. He figured that he'd feel slightly more comfortable doing it in his own home, but, so far, he was still feeling like a nervous wreck.
Finally, Narcissa knocked on the door. She was wearing a black vinyl skirt with black fishnet leggings, a sleeveless Misfits tee, and a spiked black choker. Dark red lipstick finished it off, and her dark red hair was worn in a topknot.
"Good evening, Narcissa," he said, moving out of the way so that she could come in. "Would you like something to drink?"
"Just some tea, perhaps? Not really looking to get pissed tonight." She said with a chuckle. There was something about Wesley, how he got so fidgety around her while trying to be all prim and proper, that just killed her.
While he had shaken a lot of habits that his father tried to ingrain in him when he was a child, apparently good manners hadn't been one of them. He smiled and, after shutting the door behind her, walked into the kitchen to put the kettle on. "So, how have things been with your potential so far?"
"Great, actually... she's a born Slayer, I'm tellin' you." Cissa looked honestly thrilled with Sam, and had never been happier with her job.
"Well, after the mismatch back in Sunnydale, I'm glad that you finally have a potential to be proud of," he said to her. Soon enough, the water was boiling, and he quickly brought cups of tea in to Narcissa.
"So, is Gwen adjusting to the new city well?" She asked, knowing that Wesley viewed the girl like a daughter.
"She seems to be so far. I think she likes having other Slayers around that are actually good at what they are supposed to do as well." Although he wasn't too sure about how good of an influence Faith would be on all of them. Gwen hardly needed encouraging.
"I think the more pertinent question should be... how are YOU handling Los Angeles? I fear you're like a formerly domesticated animal suddenly tossed into the wild..." She said, her smile looking somewhat dimpled and slightly evil.
"I'm not doing that bad in Los Angeles," Wesley said, sounding a little defiant. "Sure, he didn't exactly get out a lot here, but it wasn't as if he were a social butterfly in Sunnydale, either.
She leaned over, ruffling his hair with a chuckle. "YOU, Wesley, are too adorable when you get all huffy."
"I am not a domesticated puppy," he said. Even if he was flashing some puppy dog eyes at her at the moment. "Am I really that bad?"
She lost it then, giggling not unlike a schoolgirl. "Yes, Wesley... at times you are. But I swear, it's cute."
But Wesley didn't want Narcissa to think of him as cute. "Care to help me out with that a bit?"
"How so, love? Find a way to make ya over? Turn you into a big bad-ass?" She smirked, resting her chin on her hand.
"I don't know...maybe a little more bad-ass?" he asked with a shrug. "I draw the line at hair dye, though." He didn't want to have multi-colored hair.
"Ahhh, Wesley." Narcissa smiled sincerely for once, and leaned back in her chair. "But what if I think yer just fine as you are?"
"Do you really?" He couldn't help but let a little hope drift into his voice. Did she actually like him?
"Oh bloody hell, Pryce..." She croaked, her blood-red lips curling into a disbelieving smirk. "You're only m'best mate ever, plus, if ya haven't bothered to look in the bloody mirror, you aren't exactly rough on th' eyes, either."
He merely shrugged when she said that he wasn't rough on the eyes. "Maybe it's just hard to see when I'm the one doing the looking in the mirror."
"If it helps? I'm a bit rough on m'self, too. I like my body... but luckily most people are more fond of m'face than I am." She shrugged, acknowledging that she wasn't as cocky as she came off.
"I think that you're very beautiful, Narcissa," Wesley said to her. It slipped out before he really thought about it.
"Thanks, Wes." She grinned and shot him a teasing wink. "Good to know that little hookup we had back in Sunnydale wasn't just cos' you were too randy to care what I looked like."
"Of course not," he told her, smiling a little back at her. "I...well, I actually find you to be very attractive." He removed his glasses to clean them for a moment, wanting something to do with his hands.
She couldn't help it, really. She found his nervous bumbling and stumbling rather cute. She blinked, watching him curiously. "You look like you're trying to force something out, Wes."
"Well, actually, I did have a bit of an ulterior motive for asking you here tonight," he managed to say, still looking down at his glasses for the moment. That was probably the only reason that he was able to say this at all. "I was wondering if you would be willing to go out on a date with me."
"...a date?" Narcissa almost melted into a puddle of goo, really. She'd certainly been out with a few men since coming to this country... but this was the first time in YEARS someone had actually asked her out in such a... sweet manner. "I think I'd be honored, Wes."
He smiled when she said that she'd be honored. "Would you really?" he asked, a little shocked.
"Well, yeah." She laughed, shaking her head with a 'tsk'. "Wesley, whether you know it or not, you're a good, decent man, who can actually be really fun at times."
"I guess sometimes I forget that," he said, still smiling at her. "You're actually quite a wonderful woman yourself."
"So... what did you have in mind for this date, love?" She asked, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
"I have to admit, I haven't really thought that far," he said, putting his glasses back on finally and running his fingers through his hair. "Maybe dinner?"
"I think I could handle that."She grinned, trying to even PICTURE him suggesting something much wilder.
"Good...I don't know exactly what all is in town here, but I'm sure that I can find something to suit our tastes." He winced a little when he realized just how wrong that could be taken.
"Mm. I'm in agreement there." For once, she just didn't have it in her to give him a hard time. He was trying too hard here for her to openly mock him. THIS time.
"Good, that's great," he said, more than a little happy that she was actually agreeing to go out with him.
She stifled a giggle at how openly thrilled he seemed, like a high school boy. "You do realize how badly The Morrisons would tease you if they saw you this way."
Damn, she was right. "I don't doubt that at all, honestly. They seem to love doing that." Especially in doing things like leaving certain 'tapes' in his VCR for fun.
"Oh shush. Most men would kill to be in your position." She snorted, and leaned back again, crossing her legs quickly.
"Most men would never think of Gwen as their daughter, either," Wesley reminded her. He occasionally wanted to throw men off bridges when he caught how they looked at Gwen and Skylar.
He smiled at her and shrugged. "It's not such a terrible thing now, is it?"
"Not at all, love, not at all." She smiled.