Wesley and Angel schmoopy ficlet
Jan. 28th, 2005 04:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cheesymiceI've written a little Wesley/Angel ficlet, not really slashy, maybe a bit of implied slashy interest, mostly just schmoopy. Ats Season 1, smut-free, believe it or not. ;-)
“You know Wes, this really isn’t necessary. In the morning it’s going to be gone, completely healed over! I’m not going to get an infection, so you don’t have to put that stuff on there.” Angel protested as Wesley expertly smoothed antibiotic ointment on the deep gash on Angel’s shoulder, taking more time and more care than was probably necessary, even if Angel had been mortal.
“Fine. If you want to spend the evening with searing pain in your shoulder, be my guest. This has a pain reliever in it, plus it will keep the bandage from rubbing against the wound.” Wesley scolded as he opened a package of gauze. Angel caught Wesley’s wrist before he could start bandaging the wound.
“Wes, I could’ve done this myself. It really isn’t that bad. Why did you insist on doing it yourself?
Wes cleared his throat and focused his eyes on the large, strong fingers firmly clasped around his wrist. He was thankful for that, otherwise he thought his hand might start shaking.
“I..I, um, you know how much Cordelia makes a fuss when she’s found out you’ve been injured and not taken care of yourself, and I know you, you’d just collapse into bed or stay up all night at your desk reading without doing a thing to it and--“
“Wes.” Angel chastised softly.
Wesley found the courage to lift his eyes to meet Angel’s. “What, Angel?” he whispered nervously.
“What do you want?” Angel asked
“I—I don’t want to go home tonight.” Wes blurted out.
Angel lifted an eyebrow.
Wesley suddenly realized how that sounded, and although he really wasn’t sure how he wanted it to sound, he found himself backpedaling anyway. “Oh, I mean, not that I want—I just thought that, well, I..”
The bemused look on Angel’s face didn’t help Wesley’s comfort level any.
“Angel, are you laughing at me?” Wes asked incredulously.
“No, of course not, Wes!”
The fact that Angel said that while chuckling and grinning didn’t convince Wesley, who lowered his eyes in embarrassment.
Angel saw the genuine look of hurt on Wesley’s face and stopped laughing.
“Wes, I’m not laughing at you, it’s just, you don’t have to make up ridiculous excuses if you want to spend time with me. All you have to do is ask.”
Wesley looked into Angel’s face and saw something he’d hoped to see but had convinced himself was impossible to find in anyone’s eyes. Finding it in Angel's seemed incredible. He saw kindness and concern there, not pity or scorn.
Wesley breathed out with relief.
Angel smiled and released Wesley’s wrist, patting it a few times before reaching for the bandaging tape.
“C’mon, I’ll help you finish bandaging this up.”
After a moment Wesley was able to pull his gaze away from Angel’s and began placing the gauze on the wound.
“So, Wes.” Angel asked.
“Yes, Angel?” Wes replied.
“You like Barry Manilow?”
“You know Wes, this really isn’t necessary. In the morning it’s going to be gone, completely healed over! I’m not going to get an infection, so you don’t have to put that stuff on there.” Angel protested as Wesley expertly smoothed antibiotic ointment on the deep gash on Angel’s shoulder, taking more time and more care than was probably necessary, even if Angel had been mortal.
“Fine. If you want to spend the evening with searing pain in your shoulder, be my guest. This has a pain reliever in it, plus it will keep the bandage from rubbing against the wound.” Wesley scolded as he opened a package of gauze. Angel caught Wesley’s wrist before he could start bandaging the wound.
“Wes, I could’ve done this myself. It really isn’t that bad. Why did you insist on doing it yourself?
Wes cleared his throat and focused his eyes on the large, strong fingers firmly clasped around his wrist. He was thankful for that, otherwise he thought his hand might start shaking.
“I..I, um, you know how much Cordelia makes a fuss when she’s found out you’ve been injured and not taken care of yourself, and I know you, you’d just collapse into bed or stay up all night at your desk reading without doing a thing to it and--“
“Wes.” Angel chastised softly.
Wesley found the courage to lift his eyes to meet Angel’s. “What, Angel?” he whispered nervously.
“What do you want?” Angel asked
“I—I don’t want to go home tonight.” Wes blurted out.
Angel lifted an eyebrow.
Wesley suddenly realized how that sounded, and although he really wasn’t sure how he wanted it to sound, he found himself backpedaling anyway. “Oh, I mean, not that I want—I just thought that, well, I..”
The bemused look on Angel’s face didn’t help Wesley’s comfort level any.
“Angel, are you laughing at me?” Wes asked incredulously.
“No, of course not, Wes!”
The fact that Angel said that while chuckling and grinning didn’t convince Wesley, who lowered his eyes in embarrassment.
Angel saw the genuine look of hurt on Wesley’s face and stopped laughing.
“Wes, I’m not laughing at you, it’s just, you don’t have to make up ridiculous excuses if you want to spend time with me. All you have to do is ask.”
Wesley looked into Angel’s face and saw something he’d hoped to see but had convinced himself was impossible to find in anyone’s eyes. Finding it in Angel's seemed incredible. He saw kindness and concern there, not pity or scorn.
Wesley breathed out with relief.
Angel smiled and released Wesley’s wrist, patting it a few times before reaching for the bandaging tape.
“C’mon, I’ll help you finish bandaging this up.”
After a moment Wesley was able to pull his gaze away from Angel’s and began placing the gauze on the wound.
“So, Wes.” Angel asked.
“Yes, Angel?” Wes replied.
“You like Barry Manilow?”
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Date: 2005-01-28 11:49 pm (UTC)Aww, that was sweet!
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Date: 2005-01-29 12:10 am (UTC)Thanks! :-)
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