Wesley/Xander/Giles snippet, rated PG13
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kendermouse and byrne
Xander sat on the sofa in Giles' living room, reading a book that was supposed to give some historical accounts of humans in the past who had ongoing contact with centaur herds.
Wesley had sneered when he'd looked at the book's cover, but Giles had insisted that the accounts were true, if from the humans' point of view. Wesley had shaken his head -- and said nothing as Giles distracted him with a first-print copy of something in a demon language Xander didn't want to attempt to repeat. He had plans for his tongue, later, and Wesley would really laugh at him if he sprained it beforehand.
It was tricky finding the first person accounts among everything else in the book, though. A lot of treatises on so-called mythological creatures, some of whom he knew were real and some...well, fairies might exist, but did they really wear flowers on their heads?
Did he really want to ask?
There were some interesting bits from a family who had lived next to a centaur herd in Greece, around four hundred years ago, and those were worth skimming through everything else. Not quite an owner's manual, but Giles had suggested that there was a herd in Texas that had pretty well integrated a human and centaur family together which might be up for a lot of pestering questions.
Xander felt something tug at his hair, and he moved his head away. He flipped through a couple more pages, trying not to notice the photos of lawn gnomes that were moving, and felt the tug again. He looked up and found Wesley standing behind him.
"What?"
Wesley looked startled, and blinked down at him. "Hmm?"
"Are you reading over my shoulder?" Xander narrowed his eyes -- as though he cared. He did want to know what was true and what wasn't, about the stuff he was reading, if Wesley knew.
"No." Wesley shook his head, and held up the book in his hand.
"Oh." Xander turned back to his own book, and went back to reading. For two minutes, until Wesley tugged at his hair again.
"What are you doing? And why are you standing behind me reading when there are two perfectly good chairs, and half a sofa?"
"I like standing," Wesley said with an air of distraction, still looking at his book. Xander wasn't sure he trusted him, and he started to turn back to his book -- but kept his head turned just enough to keep an eye on Wesley.
He saw Wesley's hand reach out, and felt his fingers grab onto Xander's hair. Tug. Tug.
Xander was about to tell him off when he caught sight of Giles, watching them. The smile on his face was a mix of amusement and something that made Xander want to be kissed, really hard.
He set his book aside and reached up for Wesley's fingers, and tugged back.
kendermouse and byrneXander sat on the sofa in Giles' living room, reading a book that was supposed to give some historical accounts of humans in the past who had ongoing contact with centaur herds.
Wesley had sneered when he'd looked at the book's cover, but Giles had insisted that the accounts were true, if from the humans' point of view. Wesley had shaken his head -- and said nothing as Giles distracted him with a first-print copy of something in a demon language Xander didn't want to attempt to repeat. He had plans for his tongue, later, and Wesley would really laugh at him if he sprained it beforehand.
It was tricky finding the first person accounts among everything else in the book, though. A lot of treatises on so-called mythological creatures, some of whom he knew were real and some...well, fairies might exist, but did they really wear flowers on their heads?
Did he really want to ask?
There were some interesting bits from a family who had lived next to a centaur herd in Greece, around four hundred years ago, and those were worth skimming through everything else. Not quite an owner's manual, but Giles had suggested that there was a herd in Texas that had pretty well integrated a human and centaur family together which might be up for a lot of pestering questions.
Xander felt something tug at his hair, and he moved his head away. He flipped through a couple more pages, trying not to notice the photos of lawn gnomes that were moving, and felt the tug again. He looked up and found Wesley standing behind him.
"What?"
Wesley looked startled, and blinked down at him. "Hmm?"
"Are you reading over my shoulder?" Xander narrowed his eyes -- as though he cared. He did want to know what was true and what wasn't, about the stuff he was reading, if Wesley knew.
"No." Wesley shook his head, and held up the book in his hand.
"Oh." Xander turned back to his own book, and went back to reading. For two minutes, until Wesley tugged at his hair again.
"What are you doing? And why are you standing behind me reading when there are two perfectly good chairs, and half a sofa?"
"I like standing," Wesley said with an air of distraction, still looking at his book. Xander wasn't sure he trusted him, and he started to turn back to his book -- but kept his head turned just enough to keep an eye on Wesley.
He saw Wesley's hand reach out, and felt his fingers grab onto Xander's hair. Tug. Tug.
Xander was about to tell him off when he caught sight of Giles, watching them. The smile on his face was a mix of amusement and something that made Xander want to be kissed, really hard.
He set his book aside and reached up for Wesley's fingers, and tugged back.