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Claire Westbane ([info]clairefree) wrote in [info]ecorridor_rpg,
@ 2009-03-22 09:40:00

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Entry tags:#greatlake, #march2023, c. westbane, w. longbottom

Who: Claire and Wes
What: Talking
When: Saturday... morning
Where: by the lake
Rating: R?

Things between them had been strained. The recent revelation (or supposed) from Quin that he'd been raped by Wes had made it even more so -- from Claire's side of the relationship, in any case. Not knowing what to do (how was one supposed to react with the news that her best friend might have forced themselves upon someone else?), say, behave, she'd tried to keep things as normal until she finally sorted things through. Ordinarily-- Well, ordinarily she wouldn't have had to have asked. But with recent events and secrets being found out, there were definitely some trust issues going on. And no matter how much it made her hate herself, she couldn't help but wonder if there was some truth to Quin's words.

His touches, in the beginning, had made her stiffen slightly. She'd remained sitting next to him in classes, at meals. But she was quiet, introverted, thinking. Anyone else would've blamed it on her father and his condition, but she wasn't sure what Wes thought.

It was hard, decidedly so, being caught in that catch 22. Torn and ripped apart by your own logic and conscience. She wanted to be near him, all the time, to talk and laugh and joke like they used to. But things were different; he was too quiet and watchful, downtrodden after the week before. And she hated it. It made her feel claustropohic and breathless. She worried that he might see right through her, what she was thinking, and that would be the end of it.

But this was exhausting, and she wasn't one to brood. So she'd made her way over to the lake, harried, determined. She just needed to think things through for a bit longer. Make sure she knew how this was going to go, what she was going to say, what he could possible say (What if he admitted it? Denied it? Tried to reason with her? Was there ever an excuse?) The day was glorious, bright and clear, though the bite of winter's chill still hovered near the icy water. She sat herself down near the edge, running a hand over her face in frustration. Things had better start looking up soon or she was going to think she'd been cursed.


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[info]clairefree
2009-03-22 05:37 pm UTC (link)
It was the small (and short) series of splashes that caught her attention, and when she turned to see who it was her breath caught in her throat. Wes. She wondered if this was some act from the Gods, if they were laughing right now because, she wasn't ready to have this conversation (would she ever be?) and yet, he was coming towards her, talking, so how could this not be a good time to ask?

"Hey," she answered, folding her hands in her lap. She wasn't sure if she was shaking but, if she wasn't, she knew it wouldn't be long before she started. "I'm... yeah, I'm fine." She flicked a small smile at him with her glance. "Want to sit? I don't think your stone skimming was very successful."

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[info]wassupwes
2009-03-22 06:03 pm UTC (link)
"Well I haven't done it in a while," Wes said in his defense, a small smile almost playing at the corner of his lips. It was like she was teasing. Like everything was normal again, "And I'd like to see you do any better.." He poked his tongue out a little and pulled another stone from his pocket, flicking it at the lake where it plopped straight in without skimming at all. He frowned and rolled his eyes, "That was your fault."

He glanced at her, wondering if she was as fine as she claimed. She didn't look fine, she looked like she had something on her mind. Then again she'd had that look about her most of the week and Wes obviously couldn't shake the feeling it was about him and the werewolf... He moved over and sat down on the grass a few feet away from her, pulling his knees up to his chest to watch the lake.
"Penny for your thoughts?" He asked with a shrug.

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[info]clairefree
2009-03-22 06:13 pm UTC (link)
Another small smile as he placed the blame on her, but it didn't come at all close to reaching her eyes. There was no real amusement there even though she tried.

She didn't know what to say. If she should look at him (but that was just painful), touch him, ask or allude, try and trick him into a confession. But if he didn't know what she was talking about, the latter would just make her seem like an idiot. If he didn't know what she was talking about, he probably wouldn't want anything to do with her. Who wanted friends who thought it was a possibility you'd committed such a crime? On the other hand, if he did know what she was talking about, would she want anything to do with him?

Sighing mentally, she looked down at her lap, then back out at the lake. "Quin told me you raped him." It was quiet, so quiet. Holding no accusations or convictions, just a statement. A scared one, at that.

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[info]wassupwes
2009-03-22 06:31 pm UTC (link)
A herd of giant pink buffalo could've emerged from the lake at that exact moment, burst out of the water in a circle of flames and danced into the sky singing 'She'll be coming round the mountain' as they went and Wes still would've expected what Claire said even less than that. He wasn't prepared for it, and it showed. His heart went cold in a split-second, sending ice pumping through his veins, and his body stiffened, his eyes wide. He didn't know what to say and, really, it wouldn't have mattered, because the truth was written right there across his face.

"I-" He choked out, but he didn't know what to say. Should he lie? Of course he should! If she knew! If Quin was telling people! How long would it take before the teachers found out, before it was linked to the werewolf, before he was removed from school or society?! So why couldn't he bring himself to say anything!?

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[info]clairefree
2009-03-22 06:46 pm UTC (link)
His silence made her turn to him. His face made her stomach drop, made her feel sick and betrayed. "Oh, gods," she whispered, pressing her hands to the grass -- a poor attempt at trying to hold herself upright when everything she thought she knew had just been shot to hell. "Wes, it's true?" This time it was incredulous, disbelieving.

"You can't-- We-- How?" Something must've gone horribly horribly wrong for it to happen. This had to be a mistake. They were drunk. Or Quin had led him on. There had never been harsh words between the two -- not that she'd seen or heard anyway. So why? Never had she been given any reason to think that Wes was at all capable of doing anything like this. There relationship, the sexual part, was incredibly intimate. She thought that, if anyone would've known, it should've been her.

She was turned now, facing him, needing to hear this, needing to make it all go away and have him touch her and tell her that it was all a misunderstanding, needing everything to go back to normal. "How?" she asked again, calmer, softly.

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[info]wassupwes
2009-03-23 02:21 am UTC (link)
"No, I didn't- I-It's not like that," Wes stuttered, panicking as she jumped to an accurate conclusion before he could think of a lie, "It's not- I didn't!"
He pushed himself up off the ground, unable to stay there under her gaze, trying to hide that he was trembling. He stepped closer to the edge of the lake, the water rippling with the spring breeze. There had to be some way to convince her otherwise. She'd barely given him a chance to explain.. well...she was waiting for an explanation now and she did know about the wolf... But explaining it like that meant admitting it, and Wes didn't want to confess like that. He didn't want to use the word 'rape'.
"It wasn't like that," Wes tried, but the words sounded pathetic to his ears

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[info]clairefree
2009-03-23 02:41 am UTC (link)
She was on her feet and next to him before she'd even made the decision to rise. "Then tell me what it was like, Wes, please," she begged, reaching out to touch him and almostnotquite allowing herself to.

Horrified, she thought. That's what she should be. Disgusted and revolted, frightened. Instead she was desperate and pleading, hurt and confused. She felt like she was losing a battle she didn't want to be a part of in the first place. Everything that was going on between them was offset in direct contrast by the brilliant weather the continued to envelop and tease them.

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[info]wassupwes
2009-03-23 03:54 am UTC (link)
Fuck. Wes didn't know what to do with himself. He pressed his hands to his face and lifted them through his hair. Why didn't he just accuse Quin of being a liar? Of making it up now he knew he was vicious? Wes knew it was cause he couldn't do that to Quin. he'd already done more than enough to him.

"I don't know," He said rather defeatedly, suddenly so tired and desperate just to curl up somewhere safe and warm where no one hated him for hurting them. His eyes flicked to her as she touched him, "What do you want me to say?"
It was starting to turn into his generic response to these situations but really, Wes was looking for whatever the secret answer to this was. what did you say to justify those actions, whoever uncontrolled and out of your mind you were?

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[info]clairefree
2009-03-23 04:14 am UTC (link)
Turning away from him, she ran a hand over her face, pressing at her temples. They were both looking for answers and she had no idea what he wanted from her, what he expected from her. "I don't know, Wes." It was quiet, barely controlled. Her shoulders were hunched as she tried to calm her brain and the questions that were ricocheting around her brain.

When she turned around again, her eyes were damp. "Do you know how hard I wanted for this not to be true? How hard I fought to believe you over Quin? None of this makes sense to me, Wes! None of it! I don't know what to think, or what to know, anymore because you've just gone and blown everything out of the fucking water!" By the end of it she was yelling, angry and upset words that she would later regret. The werewolf thing wasn't his fault and she knew that he was probably still beating himself up over it. Her accusations wouldn't help in the slightest.

Making a noise of annoyance she took a step back, not realising that she'd been advancing on him. Running a hand through her hair, she sighed, taking a moment to try and get some clarity. It came swiftly, a knot of nerves quickly settling itself in her stomach. "And seeing as we're having a moment to confess," she almost emphasised the word heavily, avoiding eye contact, "I want you. Or I wanted you. But now-- Fuck." She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. "Now, I don't know. Because I thought I knew who you were, and now I think that I have no idea. That maybe I never had any idea at all."

There. She'd said it. Albeit not in the best of circumstances and, strangely enough, she really didn't feel any better for it, which was even more frustrating. But the person she'd thought she might've loved had just confessed to being a rapist. All of the rules had gone out the window. The fact that she was crying now, cheeks damp with anger and disappointment, just made it all the worse. She swiped at her face with her sleeves, taking a deep breath of frozen air and turning to look at the lake. Walking away wasn't an option for her.

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[info]wassupwes
2009-03-23 07:06 am UTC (link)
Wes winced visibly as she screamed at him, but he stayed silent, taking every verbal blow she could deal to him. As she started talking about confessing an expression of confusion blossomed on his face. He didn't understand what she meant. She 'wanted' him? Well..she'd wanted him a lot in the past, what made this 'wanting' different? Wes didn't even consider that she may have been talking about a relationship. He had ruled that out with Claire a long time ago when she'd made it very clear she wanted none of it. He didn't blame her for not 'wanting' him now though. Who would want to sleep with someone when they would apparently rape unfortunate boys?

He hated seeing her cry. He'd always liked to think she was the strongest person he knew, and now she seemed so bared to him, and he to her. It was unnerving.
"You don't understand though," Wes tried, "I didn't... I didn't intend to.. I just.. It was the full moon and..a-and you--" He paused as he thought back to that day. Though he couldn't remember huge details about when he was with Quin (dizzy on his own arousal) he could remember the things that had led him to it, and one of those things was Claire. She'd teased him that morning, and without knowing she'd been giving off pheromones from her own 'time of the month'. It all linked in..
"I'm really sensitive around the full moon," He tried to explain, "And everything smelt like sex. Everything was so fucking teasing and the Quin smelt like.. and I wanted to believe he wanted it too. And for a second it seemed like he did and then..then everything got out of control. And I can't fucking control myself!" He found his voice raising as he spoke. He'd not talked about that day to anyone, obviously, except the constant apologies to Quin. Giving the proper reasoning didn't make it seem any better though. It just made him seem dangerous.
"I'm sorry," He added, deflating once again. He sat back on the grass, knees up, forehead resting on them. He couldn't look at her anymore. It hurt knowing that she hated him too. For a while he'd been convinced that she'd actually been ok with the werewolf thing. But now it seemed otherwise.

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[info]clairefree
2009-03-23 07:33 am UTC (link)
She turned to him when he mentioned her, a flicker of realisation that he hadn't even acknowledged what she just told him flaring for a second. But maybe that was coming. And then she listened, because this was what she'd been after, this explanation and reasoning, this was why she was here; she wanted -- needed -- to understand.

Interrupting didn't seem like such a good idea (though she could've done it numerous times) so she let him finish, waiting until he's apologised, and sat himself down again, before speaking. And even then her words were slow, stilted, the rush of adrenaline gone from her veins. "Don't-- I don't want your apology," she muttered, glancing down at him. He looked pitiful, desolate and alone.

Sighing, she sat down next to him, leaving space between them; she wasn't sure if she was ready for that yet. "You can control yourself, I know you can." She'd never had any reason to doubt his self-control before, hadn't realised that the full moon had brought around it's own set of issues. And if that was the case, why had the two of them never gotten... It didn't take her long to come to a conclusion. The full moon, every 28 days, which just so happened to coincide with her monthly. Fuck! All of it made sense now, and she made a choked noise with the realisation of it. "Last month," she turned to him. "You asked me if I was bleeding. You-- you knew. So that's when... Oh."

The entire conversation came back to her. Her flirting, the kiss, the promise. Teasing, he'd said. "Oh, shit," she whispered, eyes wide. "It was me. I was the one that was teasing you and-- Fuck. Quin--" Breaking off, she raised a hand to her mouth, mentally kicking herself for not having figured out everything sooner. If that'd happened then none of them would be in this mess. And, really, how hard was it to switch on to the fact that your best friend disappeared for three days every time you had your period, and was exhausted for a few days afterwards? She should've known better.

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[info]wassupwes
2009-03-23 11:59 am UTC (link)
"Don't do that," Wes lifted his head, his hair haphazardly falling over his eyes, but he looked and her regardless and shook his head before glancing at the glassy stillness of the lake, a faint mist still hovering over the water, "Don't act like you should've known or that it's your fault. It's not. You were just.. It was just us you know? I made sure you wouldn't know. It's not your fault..."

He sighed and hugged his knees, "I wish there was a way I could make it up to him though. I just.. I wish I could say sorry enough times that it stuck.."
Wes didn't see the point in the word 'sorry'. It never worked when it was most needed, and when he meant it most. There needed to be a stronger word. Something that, when said, would truly expose just how sorry he was. But no such word seemed to exist. He was just left with 'sorry' and he knew it would never be enough.

"I get why you don't wanna be around me anymore or, you know.. with me. Whatever. It's ok, I understand," He said quietly, not looking at her, so focussed on the swirling mist of the lake in thought. He still hadn't caught her meaning. Wes wasn't exactly one for subtle hints. He did often require the glaringly obvious to notice things after all...

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[info]clairefree
2009-03-23 04:45 pm UTC (link)
She knew exactly what he meant. Sometimes words were never, would never, be enough for some people. And, in cases like that, what were you supposed to do? Wes had no reason to lie to her. Everything that he was saying rang true to her ears, and Claire took a quiet breath and turned back to the lake while he was speaking, thankful that this hadn't seemed to cheapen what they had, that none of it was a farce.

But how did this change things? She felt like she should stay away from him, at least for a while, but she continued to want to be close to him -- constantly. And who was supposed to tell her the answers? This unassured version of her wasn't something she was familiar with. Regardless, nobody else could tell her what to do, nobody could. Nobody knew, or could know. How did you explain this to somebody?

When he began talking again she turned to him, cheeks colouring slightly. "What? Just-- No. Stop it. Stop doing that, stop saying that." She shook her head, angry and frustrated, fumbling over her words. "Why do you keep saying stuff like that? After I came back from the hospital, and now here. Now, after I've--" She ran a hand through her hair again, turning away. Leaning forward, she hugged her knees against her chest, not bothering to tuck her hair behind her ears when it fell forward; she didn't want to see him. "None of this changes how I feel about you, Wes. So unless this is you telling me that you don't want to have anything to do with me... Just, don't make this out to be my issue. Because it's not."

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[info]wassupwes
2009-03-24 03:52 am UTC (link)
"You just said you didn't anymore," Wes replied, his tone not nearly as challenging as his statment. He sighed for what could've been the millionth time that week and leaned back into the grass, despite how cold and slightly damp it was, stretching out to look up at the fluffy clouds hanging heavily above them. At least it was a nice day, he thought grimly.
"I'm sorry about all this," He said after a few moments, "dragging you through my messes. You don't need it..." He glanced at her slightly tearstreaked face and sighed again (it was turning into a habit), and wanted nothing more than to pull her against him, to wiped her cheeks with his thumbs, to kiss her. He hadn't kissed her in weeks and he was fianlly starting to notice just how much he missed it, "I'm sorry I made you cry Cee."

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[info]clairefree
2009-03-24 04:18 am UTC (link)
Claire blinked when he answered her, making a noise of disbelief. But he was still talking and her brain was working through what she'd said as well as what he was saying.

The second time he apologised she turned, kneeling in front of him, fighting back a fresh wave of tears -- these ones from frustration. "What?" she breathed, forehead creased in a frown. "What are you doing, Wes?" She shrugged, hands out to emphasise what she was saying. "I tell you that I want to be with you and you try and give me an out? Merlin," she pressed a hand to her forehead, letting the other fall into her lap. "I thought you were more of a man than that."

A deep breath and she stood, stumbled, as the tears started to fall. Oh, fuck it all to hell! This was why she'd been fighting it for so long. "I have to go," she mumbled, pulling her cardigan around her shoulders.

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[info]wassupwes
2009-03-24 07:00 am UTC (link)
Wes blinked and looked up at her, at her sudden burst of explanation. 'Be with him'? Whoa, whoa, whoa! Suddenly Wes felt like they were having two completely different conversations. He sat up quickly, trying to retrace his steps and find out where this conversation seemed to diverge.
"Claire what're you talking about?" He demanded, stumbling to his feet before she could walk away, "Hey, wait, what d'you mean be with me? What like.." He didn't want to jump to that conclusion. That was the most unlikely thing with her. He felt as though saying it would make her laugh at him. 'oh Wes, you think you're that good? no I mean blahblahblah' was exactly what he was expecting. But still, he couldn't just let her walk away like that.
"I don't understand. What do you want?" He asked, softer, walking up behind her, reaching out only to hesitate before he managed to touch her.

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[info]clairefree
2009-03-24 07:28 am UTC (link)
Claire whirled at the touch, taking a step backwards, away. "You, Wes!" she cried, throwing her hands up in the air. Another step and she half-turned, trying to pull herself together. "Fuck, I can't believe I'm being such a girl about this," she muttered under her breath, wiping her face with the fabric. But just the thought of him not even bothering to acknowledge what she'd said, and then coming after her when she'd tried to make her escape, brought fresh tears to her eyes.

Was he enjoying this? Watching her react like this? Wanting to find out what she'd do or say or act if he pushed her hard enough?

"Just-- You don't even have to explain or anything," she continued, subdued, flicking a dismissive hand in his direction. "I don't care, I mean--" Yeah. Right. She had tears in her eyes (they would. not. fall. She wouldn't let them fall.) because she didn't care. She was walking away because she didn't care.

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My reply last didn't go through and I can't remember what I wrote! >:|
[info]wassupwes
2009-03-25 03:05 pm UTC (link)
Wes blinked, stunned, as she blurted out that she wanted him. She wanted HIM. Not wanted, but wanted wanted! Wait? REALLY? Wes wasn't sure how to handle that news. Right then, it took all the words right out of him.
How was that even possible?
"No Claire! Wait-- don't!" He blurted as she walked away. He stumbled after her, a confused mess, but he couldn't just let her drop a bombshell like that and then walk away! He grabbed her wrist, the one he hadn't injured, and tugged her back.
"You wanna be with me? Like... like that?" He asked, as if she hadn't just said that and made it as clear as it needed to be. He ran his free hand through his hair and looked around before locking his eyes with hers. He'd pushed all those crush feelings down so long ago when she'd made it clear she didn't plan to have anything like that, "Cause I.. I kinda wanna be with you. But.. But I thought you weren't that kind of person. You said you weren't that kind of person?"
It wasn't the most graceful way of saying it but Wes wasn't the most articulate person in the world.

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[info]clairefree
2009-03-25 03:27 pm UTC (link)
Even though the grip on her wrist was keeping her there she was stiff and unmoving, holding herself as far away from him as she could. This was like a torture she could never have imagined. Everything hurt. Everything. And she wondered how people could do this to each other time and time again.

His first question -- Claire lifted her head, miserable. Why was he asking this again? She'd said it-- Merlin! She'd said it so many times already, and still he was asking?

But then he continued and she blinked, rigidity forgotten. "What?" she asked, barely a murmured whisper, it was almost incredulous. He wanted to be with her too. He wanted to be with her too. "I changed my mind," she added. "You-- I couldn't--" Why was she trying to explain this? None of it mattered, not just now. "You made me change my mind."

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[info]wassupwes
2009-03-25 05:23 pm UTC (link)
"You changed your mind for me?" Wes cocked his head, a ghost of a smile almost visible on his lips, as if he might have, for a split second, considered teasing her about it. Instead he stepped a little closer, keeping her wrist held in his long fingers (according to her), until they were close. Proper touching distance.
"After everything you know now?" He asked hesitantly. If she'd been falling in love with him before, when they were just friends (with benefits) then would it really be the same? Knowing his secret..well most of his secrets now, wouldn't that change things? He wanted to kiss her. he wanted to kiss her a lot, and hold her and apologise for being as dense as he was being. But things felt so delicate and Wes really hadn't been in this situation before. The last thing he wanted to do was break the eggshells he felt he was tiptoeing on.

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[info]clairefree
2009-03-25 05:32 pm UTC (link)
She could've sworn that her heart was in danger of stopping. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion; he moved just that tiny bit closer to her and her breath caught.

"It doesn't change how I--" She choked on her own words, instead twisting her wrist in and finding his fingers with her own. A glance from that union to his face. "How I feel about you," she finished quietly. "So, maybe you're stuck with me." A tiny, wavering smile at him, though it only lasted for a moment, nervous as she was.

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[info]wassupwes
2009-03-26 11:48 am UTC (link)
Wes glanced down at their hands, her fingers tangled into his own before looking back at her, the flicker of a smile. This was the weirdest feeling for him. Admitting feelings like this was practically unknown for either of them. Hell, Wes wasn't sure he'd ever actually felt like this about anyone beyond mild crushes (that usually ended as soon as he got a chance to sleep with the crush in question).

He searched for something to say but when he couldn't think of anything he decided to default to a kiss, lifting his free hand to push her hair back, tucking it behind her ear messily before leaning forwards to press his lips against hers, hand cupping her cheek, as if she might've had thoughts about moving away from him.

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[info]clairefree
2009-03-26 12:31 pm UTC (link)
The waiting was slowly ripping her apart. His glance down at their hands made her afraid, just for a moment, that he might turn and walk away. But then he looked at her again, and she saw it in his eyes, saw it in the curve of his lips, and there was relief that everything seemed to have turned out okay. She hadn't thought things through as far as telling him how she felt went -- that much was probably obvious. Hell, she hadn't even thought about what he might say when he did.

When she felt his lips against hers she couldn't help but smile. Small, a tiny thrill at the touch (and it felt different, this time), before she tugged gently on his hand, pulling him closer, and pressed her lips firmly against his.

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[info]wassupwes
2009-03-27 02:46 am UTC (link)
He wrapped his arm around her as she moved into him holding her against him. This was an odd kiss. Not because it was awkward or weird, but because Wes couldn't help but note it was a kiss, not as friends about to have sex, but as a couple. Boyfriend and girlfriend? Weird! But still. Wes had never really tried to wear the boyfriend badge before, and even now he was considering if there was something special he needed to do for her everyday.
When the kiss broke, Wes pulled back and tilted his head, smiling a little at the gentle blush on her cheeks.
"You know you're really pretty," He offered. He didn't give her many compliments outside of 'you're so hot' when he was in the throws of ecstasy. Now felt like the time to hand one over. And he meant it too, not just because he was obliged to compliment his girlfriend...girlfriend!

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[info]clairefree
2009-03-27 04:37 am UTC (link)
This was definitely strange. In a good way, of course. His arm around her, holding her close, and he was looking at her in a way that made her feel like she was the only thing the mattered. She'd seen something similar in his eyes before, but before now it had made her nervous and turn away. Now she embraced it, recognised it for what it was, and was reasonably sure her expression was mirroring his.
Blinking, she realised that he'd lost the haunted look he'd been wandering around with recently. He was standing tall, eyes bright, the hint of a smile on the edges of his lips. It was the Wes she remembered from weeks before. Before everything had changed and started to go wrong.
"I missed you," was all she said in response, whispered and raw, all she could manage. But it was true. She had missed him, more than she'd even realised until now, until she'd seen him properly.
Smiling suddenly, she realised how bizarre all of this really was. They were two of the most eligible people in the school and somehow they'd tangled themselves up in each other. Each without the other knowing.
"When-- Why didn't you tell me?" It was curiosity. Quiet, inquisitive.

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the other one was better >:|
[info]wassupwes
2009-03-27 07:30 pm UTC (link)
Wes raised an eyebrow in confusion, his smile lop-sided, "Miss me? I didn't go anywhere Cee..." He said, bemused. He wasn't 100% sure what she meant, but he figured it had something to do with pushing him away before. He didn't really have a chance to consider it more, because her next question made him roll his eyes. He cuddled a little closer to her, slightly damp from laying in the grass, the chill in the air making him shiver slightly.

"What would you have said?" He replied with a soft shrug. He hadn't told her purely because in 6th year, when he'd figured he liked her, she would've done everything in her power to push him away, "I figured you'd freak or something. I mean.. I'd rather have you in my life as a friend than not you know?"

He smiled and kissed her again, softly on the tip of her nose. Just to be cute. Ok, so he was gonna have to avoid some of the really obnoxiously cute couplely stuff with her. That just wasn't their style.

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[info]clairefree
2009-03-27 08:27 pm UTC (link)
"You did," she pressed, leaning into him, her head resting on his chest (this was new). "After the other week--" she was referring to what had happened in the Shrieking Shack, "--and then when I came back from the hospital, all I wanted was you." She pulled back and looked up at him then. "But, I don't know... I couldn't. And you weren't yourself at all." There was a pause as she searched his face. "Wes, seeing you like that," she shook her head gently, reaching up to cup his cheek. "I don't want that to happen again."

With a sigh she let her hand drop, moving out of his embrace. Her fingers caught his and she tangled them together. "I don't know what I would've said, though." A small smile and the hint of a laugh. "Maybe you know me better than I know myself. I thought that maybe it would go away if I stopped whatever it was that we were doing." She shrugged, then remembered the day in the library. "But I couldn't. And when my father--" she broke off, looking away. "The hospital gave me a lot of time to think. To sort things out."

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[info]wassupwes
2009-03-30 02:42 am UTC (link)
"I won't let it happen again," Wes said, leaning his cheek into her hand, fully resolved. He'd made a mistake and, though he couldn't undo it, he could make damn-well sure it never ever happened again. He took her hand and gently pulled her away from the edge of the lake, the cold chill in the air finally getting to him.
"I'm glad you thought about it," Wes said softly, "not that..I mean I wish you could've had a different place to think but..you know I missed you too..." He blushed a little feeling completely soppy for admitting all of this. He stopped her suddenly and kissed her deeply without warning, making up for all the soppiness he felt.

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[info]clairefree
2009-03-30 03:19 am UTC (link)
They were holding hands. They were holding hands and walking through the grounds. Where people could see them. And the only thing Claire felt was a kind of quiet calm.

When he stopped her, she glanced up, a question on her lips-- which was promptly silenced by his lips on hers. There was only a moment of hesitation before she wrapped her arms behind his head, pressing herself against him. This, this, was what she'd been anticipating, been craving for weeks. This unrivaled, uninhibited affection that she didn't have to bite back or stop herself from acting out.

The smallest of sighs passed her lips, before reason caught up with her and she pulled away, pressing her lips to the hollow of his neck before she tilted her head to look up at him. "Take me somewhere?" she murmured, shivering against him. Although it was spring, there was definitely a chill in the air; especially this early in the morning.

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[info]wassupwes
2009-03-30 06:03 am UTC (link)
"Anywhere," He replied before he could stop himself. He rolled his eyes and kissed her again before leading her towards the school, towards the greenhouses. Somewhere private for the two of them. Private and warm. Of course he would default to his greenhouse, but really, it was his, it was private and right there he wanted to be alone with her, safe from being stumbled upon.
He led the way through the leafy tunnel into the messy, green, weed-scented greenhouse.
"This ok?" He asked, as if she hadn't been there before. As if she was expecting more than lumpy cushions and full ashtrays and empty bottles. Butterfly origami fluttered lazily over the ground under Wes' foot as he made his way to a cushion. He frowned but shrugged it off, there were plenty more origami critters where that had come from. "C'mere," He smiled.

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[info]clairefree
2009-03-30 06:16 am UTC (link)
She'd expected him to take her here. It was the ideal place for the pair of them to be alone, away from gossiping mouths and curious eyes. All of that rubbish could wait. No doubt it wouldn't be long before the gossip witch made this news known across the school.

Picking her way after him over the cushions, she looked up at the question, smiling. "Perfect," she murmured, moving into his arms. Closing her eyes, she let herself just take everything in for a moment. Her arms were wrapped around his waist, head against his chest. She could hear his heartbeat, feel his chest move with his breaths. It felt normal, ordinary, comfortable. "Is this weird?" she asked quietly, not particularly wanting to move her head to look up; just here was nice. "Should this be weird?"

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[info]wassupwes
2009-03-30 06:33 am UTC (link)
"Why should it be weird?" Wes replied, taking her to a cushion so they could lay together. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and, after a moment of smiling at the fact she was happily hugging him, thought about how nasty and cold his bum was in his damp jeans.
"It's just us Cee," He said softly, "You'n'me. Don't make it weird and it won't be weird ok?"

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[info]clairefree
2009-03-30 06:43 am UTC (link)
"Mm, no, I'm not," she answered, moving her head against his chest. There was a place, near his neck, that she could tuck her chin into. She'd chanced upon it, the perfect fit, the other week when she'd stayed in his bed, had settled herself there for a while once he'd fallen asleep.

It didn't take long, and she was still, one hand on his chest as she curled herself against him. "I just-- I thought that it might be, you know?" A smile, and she dragged her finger over his shirt, small nonsensical patterns. "I was worried that it might be. But it's not."

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