Hope O'Shea (hopehasit) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2011-11-17 08:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | hope, wesley |
Monday - February 22nd, 2009
Who: Hope and Wes
When: Late Afternoon
Where: The Infirmary
What: Impromptu Dance Party!
The infirmary was back in Wesley's hands, which meant that it was time to get on down! The healer was grooving to tunes from his stereo as he began to clear up the mess from his most recent patient. Aerosmith's "Love In An Elevator" was blaring from the speakers. They were so his band, the soundtrack to his life, just sheer awesome and as he grabbed a sweeping brush he made strong guitar motions, rocking out as best as his 40 year old body could allow, thrashing around as if he were infront of millions.
Yes he was much much better.
~~~
An audience of millions? Not quite, but he was about to have an audience of one. Hope had gone by the apartment first to see that Wesley wasn't there so of course she knew where to find him. Well, there was one of two places where she could find him. She was glad to have hit the nail on the head on the first try. If he had been at the BGH, well, conversation would have to wait. But as it was, she found him, and in all his rockstar glory too.
Standing near the door, Hope had a brow slightly quirked as she watched him. But before he had a chance to notice her, she decided to make her presence known. "Woo!!!" She waved her hands around like she was a fan girl at a rock concert. And then she giggled. "Steven Tyler's got nothing on you."
~~~
The healer could have been mortified that Hope had walked in to see him thrusting his hips and wiggling his butt along to the great rock classics, however Wesley wasn't like normal people. He danced like nobody was watching and continued even if they were. Besides this really wasn't the worst thing she'd caught him doing. As Hope wooped and played along Wesley wore a broad grin and if anything he increased his wiggles to better the show for her.
He then belted out a line of the chorus, none too shabbily as a matter of fact (he was the unsung karaoke king after all, with his voice). In the final throws Wesley performed a very dramatic knee slide, holding the pose, before he coughed and attempted to get up, the next - slower - track beginning to play. "He's probably got a softer floor..." Wes grumbled, using the brush to help.
~~~
Most normal people would have been utterly mortified to be caught, but Hope already knew he wasn't like most people and that he would ham it up the moment he knew he had an audience. She laughed as he started to really get into it and then arched a brow as he belted out that line of the chorus. He had a nice voice. The knee slide really did it for her and she was overcome with a fit of giggles, most especially when he remarked on the softness of the floor.
"Come here, you silly man," Hope crossed over to help him up. She was stronger than she looked of course, and the broom helped too. Of course once he was up she couldn't help but notice that it was a slower track playing, one of those great Aerosmith rock ballads, Angel she thought it was. And so she said the first thing that came to her mind, "Did you still want that dance?" Now seemed like as good a time and place as any.
~~~
Silly man indeed. With the help of the lady Wes was back on his feet in no time, stretching out his back which gave a little pop. He was quite oblivious to the track until she mentioned dancing and his brown eyes lit up. "Well - you're certainly sexier than a broom." The broom which he threw carelessly to the side, stepping up to take the lady's hand and wrap one arm around her waist. "Preference? I can do waltz, foxtrot, rhumba, or generic step-toe dancing." Which they were doing now.
~~~
Hope laughed loudly, a smile upon her lips. "Wow. That's the best compliment I've had in ages." Sexier than a broom. She would have to remember that one. She let out a soft sound of surprise as his arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her close to him. A slight flush crept into her cheeks as she replied softly, "This is fine." It was nice, slow, close. Maybe if a faster song came on, they could shake it up a bit, but right now, this was perfectly, well, perfect.
~~~
Wes was a good dancer. In fact he was better at many things than people realised, like singing, listening, dancing. He was still hopeless at cooking but he was getting there! He'd better stick with what he was good at for now, and so he swayed with her, resting his head against hers before he decided to do a little twirl with the music, switching it up. "I kinda imagined this would be somewhere with gowns and dinner jackets... but it's nice."
~~~
Hope gave a little squeak of surprise when she was twirled and then settled into a giggle as she was brought back to his chest once more. "Hmm, well, that could still happen, I guess but... This suits us, don't you think?" The medical equipment all around them, especially seeing as he was a healer and she was a doctor. This was probably where they both felt most at home. It was all well matched. Maybe even the pair of them.
And there came that uncomfortable, tight knot again. She had hoped that would have passed already, that today she would be able to be around him and feel nothing. She hadn't been so lucky, apparently. So to alleviate a bit of her anxiety, she decided to make conversation. "So how was your day?" It was a good start, right?
~~~
She had a point. As Wesley regarded their surroundings he had to agree that this really suited them. A smile crossed his face. "Yes. I guess it does." There was no airs and graces here, just the things which basically made up their life. He didn't notice Hope's change of subject.
"My day was boring," he said plainly. "Dull, dull, boring, Infirmary cuts and bruises crap. Though I hate impossible tasks or people being in pain it has to be said, the E.R was interesting. Real interesting. I miss it sometimes."
~~~
A small laugh parted her lips as she remarked, "I miss doing work for the government sometimes too." She had worked for the British government for many years before she had ended up here at TJS. She loved TJS dearly, of course, but sometimes she wanted... more. "Why don't you practice in a hospital anymore?" She could guess that was because it was difficult to really and truly be a healer in a place like that, not that she wanted to lose him, but , "You should do what makes you happy."
~~~
"This does make me happy," he assured her, not wanting to upset the Director or anything. He really did enjoy being here. "In fact.... if I hadn't come to this place I'd probably be six feet under. I'd never have met half the true friends I have. I'd never have met Mandy.... reconciled with Kimmi. I guess we're reconciled anyway, she still likes to hit me when she can...." A smile crossed his face and he shrugged, going a little quiet. "I just like knowing I'm making a difference to those who really need it. It was hard not to reveal myself back in the hospital. Plus an ex junkie can't get very far in those types of places...."
~~~
Hope nodded her head. "I like what this place has done for people. Most people anyway." She exhaled a small laugh. There were some stories that weren't quite as nice as the experience that Wes had had coming here. "You do make a difference here," Hope assured him, her hands sliding up from his shoulders where they had been rest to lightly scratch at the back of his neck. "You've made a huge difference to a lot of people. Starbuck, for example." She smiled. "He's learned a lot from you, you know?"
~~~
The mention of Starbuck made Wesley laugh and roll his eyes, finally shaking his head as he glanced down at her. "I highly doubt that. I still think he views me as a troublesome, horny punk of a healer who needs a good lesson in professionalism." There was a beat. "He might even be right. Still. Sometimes he can be a damn self-righteous prick, but I never throw that in his face." Something about him showed he was teasing, but there was a hint of truth in there too.
~~~
If he hadn't said it, she would have. As it were, she smirked and quirked a brow slightly as she replied, "That doesn't mean you haven't taught him things." She pressed a bit closer to him as she added, "And think about just these last few weeks, how many people would have suffered a much worse fate if you hadn't been on the job. Granted, this may not be as exciting as working in an ER all the time, but it doesn't mean you're not making a difference."
~~~
"Yeah, I guess..." It was food for thought. Wesley even drifted somewhere a few moments, allowing himself to consider the horrors he'd dealt with during the virus. After a second though he snapped back, chuckling and shaking his head. "Enough of that, c'mon. We're having a dance. No time for thinking about how ill you were or heroic I was..."
~~~
"Aww," Hope pouted a little. "But heroic looks good on you." There was a little bit of a sparkle in her eyes as she teased him. "You're right though. Enough of that. I think you need to serenade me while we dance instead." She pursed her lips in a thoughtful frown and then nodded, "Yes. Yes, you definitely need to serenade me. What sort of lothario would you be otherwise?"
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Hope was a damn cheeky-ass woman. And he loved it. So whilst he was visibly shocked at her request Wesley wasn't one to be beaten. "A serenade?" Now he had to think. How unfair! As he racked his brains he stepped out of their embrace, backing up towards the stereo where he turned off the music. This was serious business. Settling on a song he nodded. "Right... a'right..." Ideally he'd have some background but he composed himself and began to sing his favourite song.
"We have all - the time - in the world.
Time enough for life, to unfold all the precious things love has in store.
We have all the love in the world.
If that's all we have, you will find we need nothing more."
~~~
She had meant that he should sing along with the song that was playing, so when he pulled away, she quirked a brow ever so slightly. This was unanticipated. A small smile tugged at the corners of Hope's lips as he stammered in thought. And then he started to sing, voice strong and pure and raw. It wasn't perfect, no. It wouldn't be in his best interest to quit his day job and pursue rock stardom or anything, but he sounded quite lovely. And it was a truly beautiful song.
Hope flushed a little as she stood and watched him, her smile softening and going a bit shy for a moment. This was.. weird, and oddly romantic and... Perhaps the most fun she had had with a man in a very, very long time that didn't involve something sexual.
~~~
It wasn't stopping there, oh no. Spotting her bashful demeanor Wesley smiled and stepped forward gently, taking her swiftly back into his arms without missing a beat. His voice had been beaten by abuse and age, but it was still soft and in tune, which was more than could be said for others. Swaying with her he continued to sing softly, a smile on his face the whole time.
"Every step of the way, will find us -
With the cares of the world
Far behind us..." (and a very low, smouldering - "Yes...
We have all the time in the world
Just for love, nothing more
Nothing less
Only love..."
And with the ending moments he extended the note, spinning both of them on the spot like a ballroom routine, sweeping into the end with a flourish.
~~~
Hope giggled like a nervous little schoolgirl when he took her hand again, but then she straightened up a bit and attempted to get serious about the moment. It was difficult not to giggle because, well, this made her nervous. And it was utterly impossible for her not to smile. She felt like her face might crack if she smiled any harder than she was right now. It was a good feeling.
The sultry little note was met with an arched brow and an "ooh" from pursed lips. The little spin was met with a full on laugh that lasted through to the flourish. As she came back around to the front of him, she moved her hands to rest atop his biceps and smirked. "Oh my, Wesley, I think you've successfully managed to make me swoon." She punctuated the word by throwing her head back and going a bit limp in his arms as though she were practically melting.
If only he truly realized that the response was completely and utterly genuine.
~~~
Wesley was quite a cad when he wanted to be but he was just glad that she'd got some enjoyment out of this moment. It was something that gave him great pride, making people feel special or - dare he? - attractive. Because Hope was very attractive and she deserved to feel that way too.
Laughing at her swooning he poked her gently in the stomach. "Don't be so dramatic, Poppett. Or Hoppett... I'm not that good a Casanova."
~~~
"Oooh!" Hope mock pouted in response to the poke and then she giggled. "It's poppet," she corrected him. "And you're a terrible liar. You're quite the Casanova and you know it." She perched herself up on her toes to press a kiss against the tip of his nose before she pulled back and added in a much lower, perhaps even sultry voice, "You've definitely still got it, Wesley."
~~~
"Very well then, Poppet," he agreed. He had a touch of the Scottish in him too, so as Hope went all sultry Wesley shivered, then came forth with a very strong Edinburgh accent. "One would like to Hope... at least that I have some fire in my belleh..." And then he picked her up, like a Highlander claiming his woman. "I have a cave out t'seabaird... you will be my wife there and we'll have seventeen red headed kiddiwinkles."
~~~
Hope gasped when he picked her up, eyes going wide before she broke into a fit of giggles. "Wesley!" She lightly slapped him and squirmed in his grasp, still laughing. "That sounds like an absolutely stellar plan but... One small hitch, lover boy. My womb is barren." She placed a firm pout upon her lips. Of course in truth that did still bother her. She as young and she had always wanted children, a huge family in fact, and now she could have none. But she was alive and well, at the very least, and she'd made a choice to give that hope up for the present that she had now and she simply had to accept that and be okay with it.
~~~
"Ye womb is barren, lassie?" Wesley repeated, of course having already realised that kids were possibly a touchy subject but still. He figuredt hat Hope could still talk about it. Even if talking wasn't actually what they were doing. "Then we'll adopt ten score a'more orphaned bairn to fuck up in our own special way!" And then he spun her around.
~~~
Hope couldn't stop herself from giggling, letting out a bit of a scream as he moved to spin her around. "You are ridiculous, Wesley Mcintrye! Put me down before you make me throw up or drop me or both!" Her stomach was starting to hurt from laughing so much, and she was certain that her face was going to be sore tomorrow. Wow, he definitely had a way about him. She never would have thought she could discuss children, if discussing is what they were doing, without getting upset about it.
~~~
Settling Hope back down at her request the healer smiled at her, realising for a second that he'd spent twenty minutes doing whatever he wanted with her, making her laugh more than anything, without asking what she'd come here for in the first place. Letting her go he blushed a little, feeling stupid and sheepish. "Oh so - you wanted to see me, I guess for a reason?"
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Hope didn't mind in the least. She was having fun for the first time since... Well it had been a while since she had had this sort of fun. Smiling at him she nodded her head and then wore a bit of a smirk as she replied, "Yes, I did. I was thinking that, you know, if we're going to adopt ten orphan children, we need to figure out where we're going to put them." She paused and then added, "Unless you've changed your mind since last night. About the whole roommates thing. If you have, that's fine, I just.. figured I would ask." And now she looked like she might possibly frown again.
~~~
It was odd to think that he'd be seriously considering being roommates with Hope, because before now they'd barely spent a day in each other's company but hey, at least he knew they got on. She was a nice girl and it wouldn't be permanent right? He'd just stay with her til she felt ok and then move back in the hugely gay house. Besides most his stuff was there.
"I can be your roommate til you ask me to get the fuck out, Hope," he agreed, nodding. He would not see a frown on her face!
~~~
There wasn't exactly reluctance that she felt on his part, but something sort of similar. And so she frowned a little and said softly, "You don't really have to. I just... We talked about it before so I thought I would ask just to be sure but..." She gave a small shrug of her shoulders. "You know, I still have my apartment here and it will be fine." She laughed a little. "Last night was just a one off, I think. I was... in an odd place and, you know, being impossibly needy so..." She smiled. "I'll be okay on my own."
~~~
"Oh but you're not on your own," Wes countered, stepping forwards to put his hands on her hips, a gentle smile on his face. He really didn't want her to feel sad about his nervousness, bur living with one woman was different than one woman plus loads of other guys. Who fucked all the time. "You got me now, Hope.... you aint gettin rid of me."
~~~
Hope could feel that sudden lurch of nervous energy ignite in her stomach as he pulled her to him, hands on his hips, and said those last few words. She smiled, genuinely for a moment, and then she looked suddenly very anxious and pulled back from him. "I don't know that that's such a good idea. I mean, in theory, sure, it'd be great. I mean we're both... alone and neither one of us really wants to be and we're both too... Ugh.. bitter, I guess, to be able to hang about Godric's place and watch the pair of them all mushy and sweet but..." Hope was having a hard time looking at him as she spoke. And it was obvious that she was avoiding doing so as she sort of paced a bit. "Well we both need to learn to be independent, that's all."
~~~
Just like Hope had that nervous lurch, Wesley practically felt it. It wasn't only the fact that she pulled back, just... something off about her. He frowned, concerned. "I wasn't implying that I was... going to leech off you, and demand we move in. Just even if we don't live together you still have me, that's what I meant. I'm still around for you, cause I really appreciated last night. It was one of the best nights I've had in a long time.... are you - just, are you ok?"
~~~
The mere fact that he was being so sweet only made this that much worse. And now he was asking if she was okay and she wasn't sure how to even answer that question. "I don't... know." She closed her eyes for a moment and took a calming breath before she looked back up at him. "I didn't mean to make you feel like I thought you were implying anything. I know you aren't. I just..." Ugh. What was she supposed to do now? Come right out and say that she was confused about how she felt about him right now? That sounded so... tacky and ridiculous. It was ridiculous.
"Last night was one of the best nights I've had in a long time too. And today, just a few minutes ago. It's.." She frowned a little and then admitted, "I haven't felt that way, or this way I suppose, in a long time." She paused before she asked, "What if we move in together and it ruins it?"
~~~
Bless Wesley. He was more than just a little oblivious to what she could possibly be referring to, and he offered her a soft smile and took her hands in his, looking her direct into her eyes. "Then we don't move in together. That's fine. We can have sleepovers," he suggested, laughing a little to try and lighten the mood. It had been her idea but if she didn't feel like it anymore then no biggie, right?
"Just enjoy what we've found - it's not the end of the world." He even stepped forward and pressed a chaste kiss against her nose. "Honestly, Hope... stop worrying."
~~~
He really was oblivious. Hope smiled as he took a step toward her and pressed that kiss to her nose. "Can't help it. It comes so easily to me." She exhaled a soft laugh and then hugged him, tightly, nuzzling her face against his broad chest. He smelled nice today, like soap and sweat and antiseptic. It was a weird combination, but she liked it, very much so.
"Wesley," she began in a soft voice. She was going to just come right out and ask him, just to be sure, just so she would know and she could either shut this... whatever it was off completely or simply let it go. "Do you..." She could feel her resolve fading fast. "Uhm... dinner. I was thinking we could.. grab a bite later if you want." This was a terrible cover considering she didn't need to eat but... It was the first thing she could think of.
~~~
Hugs were always appreciated and Wesley held onto her tightly, humming and resting a head against her hair. She smelt of fresh spice and soap... Woman. It was intoxicating.
She was doing some mighty fine jibbering and beating around the bush. Whatever it was that she had to say was bound to be important... And it was! "Food?... I like food. Sounds great." He shot her a grin and a wink. "You don't need to be so nervous about asking me about food. Ill say yes."
~~~
"I'm not nervous,"Hope contested. It was a flat out lie but whatever. He didn't have to know that. She pulled back from the hug and pushed her hair back behind her ear. "So uhm... I'll meet you back at yours in an hour?" That would give him time to finish up what he was doing and it would give her time to go get her head on straight again.
"I can cook," she offered last minute. "If you don't feel like going out." Was that a better idea or a worse one? She wasn't exactly sure. But she had already said it now so no taking it back.
~~~
She was nervous and she shouldn't try to kid a kidder. He didn't choose to pint it out though. That wouldn't be fair. "I dunno? Depends - I've not been out in a while and I've not had a home cooked meal. So you know... I'd like to see you dressed up but we'd be comfortable in jammies."
~~~
Hope exhaled an exaggerated sigh. "That isn't an answer, Wesley." Of course it gave her an idea. "I'll cook tonight, at your place, and we can just sit around in our jammies and then, I dunno, maybe Friday or Saturday we could.. get dressed up and go out somewhere?" She quirked a brow slightly and then smiled. "Maybe I'll even let you twirl me around on a proper dance floor then."
~~~
Hurray for decisions! As Hope said that they would be dining at his house then going out Wesley nodded his agreement with great enthusiasm. "What are you Cooking me?"
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She hadn't thought that far in advance. "I dunno. What do you want? I'll have to run to the store anyway and I've got no ideas so if there's something you can think of that you'd like, I can just do that." As he was well aware, she was a vampire. She didn't really have taste buds that worked fully. It was more about texture than anything when it came to eating for a vampire. And seasoning, too, of course. Really she just liked cooking and it had been a while since she had had much reason to.
~~~
And now it was time for him to think. A long time. He stepped back, putting his hand beneath his chin, doing his philsopher expression as he hummed and oohed and aahed and began to pace around the infirmary. "I would like cake," he said finally, "of the chocolate variety. And I want something to do with pork.... or chicken. Either. You be the chef I'll eat it. But it better be a good fuckin' cake...." He turned then, very melodramatically, and picked up a tiny needle, raising it to the air. "Or I will be forced to take this dagger into the night and .... poke someone with it."
~~~
"Cake?" Hope asked, a brow arching thinly. It was unfortunate that she said that because she wasn't much of a baker. But she could perhaps buy a cake. Or... Maybe Lloyd would bake her one if she asked, a nice spicy chocolate cake, rich and moist, that she too would actually be able to get some flavor from. He made excellent cakes. Rolling her eyes, Hope shook her head softly. "You are hopeless," she informed him and then exhaled a sigh. "I will get you your cake. And something porky or chickeny to go with it." She winked. "See you 'round in a bit."