Fic: Cherry Lips (Fred/Wesley)
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xfirefly9xTitle: Cherry Lips
Fandom: Angel
Characters: Fred/Wesley
Prompt: #001 Temptation
Word Count: 372
Rating: G
Summary: Her cherry lips glisten as she babbles on about the latest demon intent on taking over the world.
Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fanfic50. 25/03/09. I find it ironic that I'm posting this while eating a cherry ripe. :P
Her cherry lips glisten as she babbles on about the latest demon intent on taking over the world. The words she speaks flow together into a sweet melody that he cannot hope to comprehend and put into actual pieces of information while he’s in this state of mind.
In normal situations he may be considered intelligent, if a little pompous – in Angel’s words, not his. She has a way of knocking him down several runs so that he’s less astute than the Cordelia he knew back in Sunnydale High. Back then, it had been almost kind of sweet on Cordy. Now, on him, it most definitely is not.
Fully grown men do not lose control over their emotions. They do not become so incompetent that they can’t think. Most of all, fully grown men do not giggle. Really. They don’t. Why he is giggling now is beyond him.
He realises that he’s staring at her – he loves the way she did her hair today, though, point of interest, it’s the same as every other day – and she is staring back at him. Her eyes are wide and deep and brown and silently mocking him, though her lips don’t form a smile but rather a confused line.
It hits him that he should shut up and stop the horrid cacophony of his laughter, because really, the reason why he is giggling is not something that he knows. It doesn’t make sense in the slightest and that thought makes him giggle harder.
He claps his hand to his mouth and his already warm cheeks begin to melt in the flames. The flicker of amusement in her eyes dies and her jaw clenches.
“Wesley?” she asks (and oh, he is lost once more in the music of her voice). “Are you okay?”
He stares at her dumbly for five seconds before the question sinks in. He manages to nod his head up and down as his laughter slows to a stop. He clears his throat as she watches him and readjusts his shirt. “Yes. Yes. I’m fine.”
She considers him for a moment longer as if she doesn’t believe him but eventually continues on with her explanation.
His eyes are drawn back to her lips.
Fandom: Angel
Characters: Fred/Wesley
Prompt: #001 Temptation
Word Count: 372
Rating: G
Summary: Her cherry lips glisten as she babbles on about the latest demon intent on taking over the world.
Notes: Written for
fanfic50. 25/03/09. I find it ironic that I'm posting this while eating a cherry ripe. :PHer cherry lips glisten as she babbles on about the latest demon intent on taking over the world. The words she speaks flow together into a sweet melody that he cannot hope to comprehend and put into actual pieces of information while he’s in this state of mind.
In normal situations he may be considered intelligent, if a little pompous – in Angel’s words, not his. She has a way of knocking him down several runs so that he’s less astute than the Cordelia he knew back in Sunnydale High. Back then, it had been almost kind of sweet on Cordy. Now, on him, it most definitely is not.
Fully grown men do not lose control over their emotions. They do not become so incompetent that they can’t think. Most of all, fully grown men do not giggle. Really. They don’t. Why he is giggling now is beyond him.
He realises that he’s staring at her – he loves the way she did her hair today, though, point of interest, it’s the same as every other day – and she is staring back at him. Her eyes are wide and deep and brown and silently mocking him, though her lips don’t form a smile but rather a confused line.
It hits him that he should shut up and stop the horrid cacophony of his laughter, because really, the reason why he is giggling is not something that he knows. It doesn’t make sense in the slightest and that thought makes him giggle harder.
He claps his hand to his mouth and his already warm cheeks begin to melt in the flames. The flicker of amusement in her eyes dies and her jaw clenches.
“Wesley?” she asks (and oh, he is lost once more in the music of her voice). “Are you okay?”
He stares at her dumbly for five seconds before the question sinks in. He manages to nod his head up and down as his laughter slows to a stop. He clears his throat as she watches him and readjusts his shirt. “Yes. Yes. I’m fine.”
She considers him for a moment longer as if she doesn’t believe him but eventually continues on with her explanation.
His eyes are drawn back to her lips.
