Keep Me

_keep_me @ 2008-05-12T23:36:00

2008-05-13T03:38:41Z

Hey, umm, chlare said to wish you a happy birthday, theferretgirl. So, umm, happy birthday! Yeah.

_keep_me @ 2008-01-07T21:33:00

2008-01-08T02:33:47Z

*glurb*

_keep_me @ 2007-05-30T20:19:00

2007-05-31T03:58:01Z

Continued from here.

"We're both lucky then," I correct him, diving in quickly for that kiss.

Which turns a whole lot longer than I was expecting. Happily so. To have him press back before I could pull away? Definitely nice. Both of my eyebrows raise at him when he finally pulls back, arms around my neck. I'm still giving him a soft smile though. "Adorable bastard? That's an interesting combination," I tease him, sneaking a kiss to his nose.

"Hmm, something wrong... Might be that we aren't naked, or half naked or kissing nearly enough to be in your office for this long together?" I say, my grin spreading wide. I'm sure that must be true. We certainly didn't last long last time I was in this office with him. It's my turn to glance at his mouth and back up to his eyes.

"I'm sure I could do something about that," I say giving him a grin. "Or I could help you with this mess," I say a little more reluctantly. But only a little. I have the feeling that with two of us, it'll be faster if not much more pleasant to slog through.

_keep_me @ 2007-02-14T21:06:00

2007-02-15T02:08:22Z

Test one, two, three, is this thing on?

_keep_me @ 2007-01-03T18:07:00

2007-01-03T23:07:52Z

Continued from here.

The breeze blows at my robe as we walk. Yup, still chilly. I think even some other parts of me that are covered are noting that. Wes seems to be off in his own world a bit too, scanning the forest. Maybe for more animals.

"No wild party?" I tease. "I'm sure two people counts as wild." I give him a smile grin at my stupid teasing. Oh. There's the first yawn. Thankfully, the cabin isn't more than 20 steps away. I give his hand one more squeeze. "Wore you out, didn't I?" That is not a tease. He should be worn out, all the effort he put into that.

Opening the door to the cabin, I let him go in first, making a gentlemanly motion with my hand, which must look rather silly with me in my bathrobe. But there's no one here except Wes and I don't mind being a little silly with Wes. If it makes him smile, it can't be bad. Excpet for when he's calling me his mattress, of course.

Following along behind my sleepy Watcher, I deposit the blanket back on the couch, asking as I walk to the bedroom to change, "Bedroom or couch for warming up?" I'd say shower or bath, but I think we both might be a bit pruny after the amount of time we just spent in the water. I'm also thinking it'll be good to be dry. I'm all for dry right now.

I toss the shoes and hang up the robe...for Wes, since it's really become his robe, and pull on my black pajama pants, and debate on a shirt. Undershirt sounds good. Padding back out to the kitchen I start rummaging around for drinking items.

_keep_me @ 2006-06-29T23:40:00

2006-06-30T04:43:46Z

Continued from here.

I swallow, and swallow, and it's as if I've been drinking from him since we met. As if he's inside me, and I feel him racing along, spreading through me, escaping through the mess of come in my lap and sinking in down my throat.

The taste of him is so sweet. Just like before, but better this time. Nearly straight from the source. I can taste the champagne and the steak, his lust, his release. I can taste everything...

Wesley. I drink, feeling the hunger that's been there for so long... The taste of human blood, oh so willing human blood, with fingers curling into my hair, neck arching to my mouth, giving me more and more... the perfect wanton victim swooning in his dark lover's embrace. I fall deeper and deeper into the empty ache of hunger, needing to fill it, needing to make it go away for once. I lean into the heated, lusty body draped against mine... And there's the tiny lilting murmur of adoration for his savior, Angelus.

No, not Angelus. Angel.

My fangs retract nearly instantly. God, what did I do?

Pulling back, I cup Wesley's head, my brain coming out its haze of the past, and whisper, "Wes?"

The fear running through me is ice cold. Enough to make his blood feel like shards of glass in my veins. I've got no idea how long I've been drinking from him, and his blood smells so heavy in the air. Oh dear, God.

My mouth goes dry and I try to make sense of things enough to listen for his heartbeat. Wes. Wes, where are you?

_keep_me @ 2006-02-12T00:17:00

2006-02-12T08:50:04Z

Continued from here.

His eyes hold me. I couldn't look away if I wanted to. There's so much desperation in them. Even after all the kisses, I can't seem to make him stop trembling, once it stops, it starts again. The strangled sobs are almost too much for me, but I keep talking, wanting to find someway to help him. He looks torn between one hell and another. I don't know if he thinks he'll disappoint me if he can't do this, or if he doesn't want to let his tormentors win, but it's either that or letting it all go and trusting me, and he is ripping himself apart struggling between the two.

My hands are still on him, my body pressed the length of his. Cradling him, touching as much as I can. I'm here. All yours, right here. Just want to protect you. He starts to whisper and then he's crying, sobbing, breaking. I can feel how much it hurts him and I press closer, enveloping him. It's a few moments that his body shakes with sobs and he fights with the bonds but then he stops as if a light has suddenly turned on. When he looks me straight in the eye and doesn't blink, just lets me see the tears, I know he's there, he made it. My fingers blindly undo his bonds and wrap his body around mine.

Lovingly, I kiss the tears from his face before his hands can wipe them away now that he's free. He earned these tears. His eyes are wide, honest and fully open to me. He lets me see that pain that's been there so long, and that happiness I know he holds onto so dearly now that we're together. "So good. So beautiful. My Wes. I knew you could do it," I murmur along other little words of comfort as my hand strokes up and down his back. "Thank you," I whisper, so softly I'm not sure I even said it out loud. "Yours." I kiss him again, this time soft and sweet and so slow.