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chloecrossingTitle: Dancing, Drinks, Distraction
Author: HumbugGirl
Email: humbuggirl@yahoo.com
URL: http://www.pink-kitten.org/lamplight or http://www.livejournal.com/~humbuggirl or http://groups.yahoo.com/group/lamp_light
Fandom: BtVS/Angel/Smallville
Pairing: Wesley/Chloe Sullivan
Rating: FR15
Summary: Two people who just want to forget.
Spoilers: This is set fairly early on in Angel, shortly after baby Connor’s abduction and post S3 Smallville.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Smallville or Angel.
Author’s Notes: Pairing #460 Wesley / Chloe Sullivan.
It seemed to take forever for him to wake up. Slowly Wesley pealed his eyes open then shut them again quickly as the light from his bedside lamp shredded his retinas. He groaned as he became aware of a pounding sensation at the back of his skull.
It appeared he was in for yet and her hangover. How very unusual, he thought dryly.
Movement at his back alerted Wesley to the fact he wasn’t alone. The ex-watcher tensed then fought to relax as he realised how much extra energy it would take.
Lilah. It had to be Lilah and that meant he was in for a painfully long spat of harsh banter the moment she woke. After all it was impossible for the woman to be in the same room and not take another mouthful of bloody flesh.
There was yet another reason he shouldn’t drink.
Once more he eased his eyes open, squinting at the bright light before carefully manoeuvring himself onto his back. For a moment blood pounded painfully in his head. It stopped him from further movement, leaving his body once again strung with tension. He waited until it had cleared then looked to his right before starting in surprise.
Well, whoever his companion was it certainly hadn’t been Lilah. Not unless Lilah had cut her hair and dyed it blonde which he seriously doubted. He glanced down the line of her body beneath the sheets.
And filled out, he added silently, appreciatively.
His tongue quested out, seeking to wet his lips and failing miserably.
He needed a drink, some water.
Shifting carefully he slid sideways out of the bed and stumbled to his feet. Peering around the room he sought out his boxer shorts, quickly pulling them on then padding across the floor out of the room and escaping to the kitchen. Taking a glass from the drainer he filled it with tap water and sipped slowly while trying to ignore the rolling of his stomach.
Last night, he pondered. Where on earth had he ended up last night?
Naturally there had been a bar and then… then a club. He’d made sure he went somewhere where there was no chance he would accidentally stumble across Angel or Gunn or Fred. That somewhere had been a dark club with deep red lights and a pounding rock soundtrack. It had been brimming with the scent of alcohol and sweat and filled with scantily clad swaying bodies.
And somehow, shockingly, he’d ended up swaying next to one of them – a pretty blonde.
The pretty blonde in his bed.
Petite and curvy, rocking hips and full breast barely covered by a thin black top that left little to the imagination. She’d had plump, painted red lips and smoky green eyes and her fair hair had been playfully styled. He’d wanted her from the second he saw her.
She’d smiled at him then curled a hand about his neck and drawn his head down. “Chloe,” she breathed into his ear. “What do you want to forget?”
Peering down, drinking in her body and the tempting flashes of flesh and feeling his body respond Wesley told her, “Everything.”
“Me too,” she replied. “Help me.”
And he had.
They’d danced and touched. She’d run her lips along his jaw and he’d bought her drinks though there was no doubt in his mind she was underage. She was a vixen with a sweet smile and an angelic face. She was ‘Delia and a simpler time.
When they’d left the club and he’d asked her back to his place for a moment Wesley had seen her hesitate. Away from the low red lights she looked even younger and her age showed in the flicker. With the pressure cooker atmosphere of the club gone no doubt things seemed a little less certain, a little less safe. It made him feel guilty when she agreed but only for a moment as the happy glaze of alcohol returned.
He’d kissed her; roughly, almost savagely and after a moment she’d responded, taking his lips just as furiously.
Taking another sip of water he lowered his gaze.
It had been sex – fucking really. He’d barely let her get through the door before starting to strip her and himself. By the time they’d reached the bedroom he’d already run his hands over her entire body.
A sound in the doorway startled him. Wesley jerked his head up and instantly regretted the suddenness of his movement.
“Hi,” the blonde said nervously. She’d collected up her clothes and having dressed was clutching her shoes in one hand.
“Hello.”
She offered him a small smile that seemed almost apologetic. “I was just wondering if you’d seen my bag. I can’t find it,”
“Oh yes,” Wesley said. He pushed away from the counter and placed the glass down. “I think it’s on the couch.”
Walking ahead of her he retrieved the small purse from the sitting room. Handing it to her he said, “Will you be okay getting home?”
She nodded then winced, clearly feeling the after effects of the night before as well. “I’ll just call a cab.”
Wesley shifted from one foot to the other. “Feel free to wait here if you want.”
“That’s okay,” the blonde answered. “I need some air anyway.”
“It might not be wise to wait on the street…”
“It’s okay,” she repeated with an understanding smile. “I can look after myself. Thanks though…”
“Wesley,” he prompted.
The blonde flushed furiously. “Sure of course, Wesley. Sorry.”
Wesley smiled at her. “No problem. Thank you too.”
Her blush deepened and she began, “Listen if…”
“Don’t worry about it. It was a great… diversion.”
Green eyes widened slightly and for a second Wesley wondered whether he hadn’t gone too far. Then she nodded suddenly in agreement. “Yes, it was.”
THE END
Author: HumbugGirl
Email: humbuggirl@yahoo.com
URL: http://www.pink-kitten.org/lamplight or http://www.livejournal.com/~humbuggirl or http://groups.yahoo.com/group/lamp_light
Fandom: BtVS/Angel/Smallville
Pairing: Wesley/Chloe Sullivan
Rating: FR15
Summary: Two people who just want to forget.
Spoilers: This is set fairly early on in Angel, shortly after baby Connor’s abduction and post S3 Smallville.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Smallville or Angel.
Author’s Notes: Pairing #460 Wesley / Chloe Sullivan.
It seemed to take forever for him to wake up. Slowly Wesley pealed his eyes open then shut them again quickly as the light from his bedside lamp shredded his retinas. He groaned as he became aware of a pounding sensation at the back of his skull.
It appeared he was in for yet and her hangover. How very unusual, he thought dryly.
Movement at his back alerted Wesley to the fact he wasn’t alone. The ex-watcher tensed then fought to relax as he realised how much extra energy it would take.
Lilah. It had to be Lilah and that meant he was in for a painfully long spat of harsh banter the moment she woke. After all it was impossible for the woman to be in the same room and not take another mouthful of bloody flesh.
There was yet another reason he shouldn’t drink.
Once more he eased his eyes open, squinting at the bright light before carefully manoeuvring himself onto his back. For a moment blood pounded painfully in his head. It stopped him from further movement, leaving his body once again strung with tension. He waited until it had cleared then looked to his right before starting in surprise.
Well, whoever his companion was it certainly hadn’t been Lilah. Not unless Lilah had cut her hair and dyed it blonde which he seriously doubted. He glanced down the line of her body beneath the sheets.
And filled out, he added silently, appreciatively.
His tongue quested out, seeking to wet his lips and failing miserably.
He needed a drink, some water.
Shifting carefully he slid sideways out of the bed and stumbled to his feet. Peering around the room he sought out his boxer shorts, quickly pulling them on then padding across the floor out of the room and escaping to the kitchen. Taking a glass from the drainer he filled it with tap water and sipped slowly while trying to ignore the rolling of his stomach.
Last night, he pondered. Where on earth had he ended up last night?
Naturally there had been a bar and then… then a club. He’d made sure he went somewhere where there was no chance he would accidentally stumble across Angel or Gunn or Fred. That somewhere had been a dark club with deep red lights and a pounding rock soundtrack. It had been brimming with the scent of alcohol and sweat and filled with scantily clad swaying bodies.
And somehow, shockingly, he’d ended up swaying next to one of them – a pretty blonde.
The pretty blonde in his bed.
Petite and curvy, rocking hips and full breast barely covered by a thin black top that left little to the imagination. She’d had plump, painted red lips and smoky green eyes and her fair hair had been playfully styled. He’d wanted her from the second he saw her.
She’d smiled at him then curled a hand about his neck and drawn his head down. “Chloe,” she breathed into his ear. “What do you want to forget?”
Peering down, drinking in her body and the tempting flashes of flesh and feeling his body respond Wesley told her, “Everything.”
“Me too,” she replied. “Help me.”
And he had.
They’d danced and touched. She’d run her lips along his jaw and he’d bought her drinks though there was no doubt in his mind she was underage. She was a vixen with a sweet smile and an angelic face. She was ‘Delia and a simpler time.
When they’d left the club and he’d asked her back to his place for a moment Wesley had seen her hesitate. Away from the low red lights she looked even younger and her age showed in the flicker. With the pressure cooker atmosphere of the club gone no doubt things seemed a little less certain, a little less safe. It made him feel guilty when she agreed but only for a moment as the happy glaze of alcohol returned.
He’d kissed her; roughly, almost savagely and after a moment she’d responded, taking his lips just as furiously.
Taking another sip of water he lowered his gaze.
It had been sex – fucking really. He’d barely let her get through the door before starting to strip her and himself. By the time they’d reached the bedroom he’d already run his hands over her entire body.
A sound in the doorway startled him. Wesley jerked his head up and instantly regretted the suddenness of his movement.
“Hi,” the blonde said nervously. She’d collected up her clothes and having dressed was clutching her shoes in one hand.
“Hello.”
She offered him a small smile that seemed almost apologetic. “I was just wondering if you’d seen my bag. I can’t find it,”
“Oh yes,” Wesley said. He pushed away from the counter and placed the glass down. “I think it’s on the couch.”
Walking ahead of her he retrieved the small purse from the sitting room. Handing it to her he said, “Will you be okay getting home?”
She nodded then winced, clearly feeling the after effects of the night before as well. “I’ll just call a cab.”
Wesley shifted from one foot to the other. “Feel free to wait here if you want.”
“That’s okay,” the blonde answered. “I need some air anyway.”
“It might not be wise to wait on the street…”
“It’s okay,” she repeated with an understanding smile. “I can look after myself. Thanks though…”
“Wesley,” he prompted.
The blonde flushed furiously. “Sure of course, Wesley. Sorry.”
Wesley smiled at her. “No problem. Thank you too.”
Her blush deepened and she began, “Listen if…”
“Don’t worry about it. It was a great… diversion.”
Green eyes widened slightly and for a second Wesley wondered whether he hadn’t gone too far. Then she nodded suddenly in agreement. “Yes, it was.”
THE END
