Angel/Wes drabble
Jun. 19th, 2004 07:44 pmThis is for
moonlettuce, in thank you for the lovely wallpaper she made me.
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Wesley's fingers traced the progression of lines on the page as though the ink had been raised from the paper. The paper was smooth against his fingertips, worn by age but carefully, painstakingly preserved.
There were words scrawled across the page, but Wesley could make none of them out. It was a language he'd read, once, many years ago and had not seen since. But that wasn't why he couldn't focus on the writing.
That fact was due to someone who had draped his shirt casually across the top of Wesley's desk, and was now proceeding to remove his trousers.
"Does the phrase "work ethic" mean anything to you, Angel?" Wesley asked.
"Not really, no." Angel was only wearing black silk boxers, now, and Wesley's fingers caressed the page again.
Untitled Drabble
Wesley's fingers traced the progression of lines on the page as though the ink had been raised from the paper. The paper was smooth against his fingertips, worn by age but carefully, painstakingly preserved.
There were words scrawled across the page, but Wesley could make none of them out. It was a language he'd read, once, many years ago and had not seen since. But that wasn't why he couldn't focus on the writing.
That fact was due to someone who had draped his shirt casually across the top of Wesley's desk, and was now proceeding to remove his trousers.
"Does the phrase "work ethic" mean anything to you, Angel?" Wesley asked.
"Not really, no." Angel was only wearing black silk boxers, now, and Wesley's fingers caressed the page again.