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Room 504, Thursday Evening

So Wesley had books. Lots of books. And they were... interesting.

By interesting, he meant that they made him blush pretty much constantly. They were that kind of books.

"She'd like that?" he wondered at one point, copying over a particularly surprising passage into his notebook. "How would I even -- " He turned the page, revealing a diagram. "Oh. Oh."

Yeah. Totally blushing.

[[Open door and post, expecting one. I'm a jerk.]]
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[identity profile] wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com 2011-11-02 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
"No, no, no," he hurried to clarify, his breath coming slightly more ragged now. "It's just -- I'm concerned that, er -- if we -- er -- I may not quite be able to, ah -- that is to say -- "

There were a lot of words in there, Wes. But sadly, no sentences. Maybe she could figure it out?

[identity profile] thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com 2011-11-02 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
She sort of did. Enough to jerk her hips away from his abruptly, shifting to roll off of him, though she kept her face in his neck.

"Better?" she mumbled, hiding her face out of embarrassment more than anything.

[identity profile] wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com 2011-11-02 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
You know, not really?

"Er," he managed, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. "Ah. A bit?"

Breathe in, breathe out... oh. Well. He certainly hadn't meant to think of Chaos demons, but that did help things a little.

[identity profile] thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com 2011-11-02 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm sorry," Katniss said, feeling herself turn even redder and feeling really stupid. "I didn't mean -- I mean, I just...thought it felt good, I didn't mean to, um, do anything bad to you, or...whatever."

[identity profile] wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com 2011-11-02 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
"No, no, it did!" he hasted to assure her. "It was -- it was more than good, it was wonderful. It's just -- if I'm -- if I'm, er, overly, er... stimulated, I might -- "

Cue the most awkwardly vague hand gesture of all time. Ever.

[identity profile] thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com 2011-11-02 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
"...finish?" Katniss supplied in the tiniest voice she'd ever used. "...I don't think I have that problem yet. Oh. I didn't...um, even think of that. Oh. Sorry."

[identity profile] wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com 2011-11-02 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
"No, no, I understand! But, er. It's just that -- I didn't want to -- well -- here. It seems like it'd be, er. Well. Rude?"

It would be rude! It would!

[identity profile] thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com 2011-11-02 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Embarrassing," she corrected. "I wouldn't...care, exactly, but...um. I didn't...mean to, um, do that to you."

[identity profile] wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com 2011-11-02 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
"But, er." Wesley hesitated for a moment, then finally went for it. "I suspect that, ah. In... in a different scenario, er, maybe in the future, I might not mind?"

You know, a scenario where he wasn't wearing pants. As you do.

[identity profile] thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com 2011-11-02 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
"...are you wearing pants in this hypothetical future?" Katniss asked Wesley's shoulder. "Because that seems like it would work best."

[identity profile] wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com 2011-11-02 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, er." BLUSHING. BLUSHING SO HARD. "I was thinking... perhaps not."

[identity profile] thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com 2011-11-02 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
Well. Now she was curious, even if her face was still hidden.

"Would I be, you think? Wearing pants, I mean."

[identity profile] wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com 2011-11-02 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
Oh. Okay. He was just going to swallow and gather his thoughts for a moment. "Well," he managed, "would you, ah, like to be?"

[identity profile] thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com 2011-11-02 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Probably not."

She hesitantly lifted her head to peek at him, blushing furiously. "I mean. I sort of figured that was where this was all...heading."

[identity profile] wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com 2011-11-02 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
Don't picture it, don't picture it, don't picture it...

"Are you, ah." He swallowed again. "Are you certain?"
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[identity profile] thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com 2011-11-02 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
"...yeah," she said, thinking about it a moment and blushing darker. "I mean, not now. But...I want to. In the future. With you. I thought you knew that. I mean, I'm sort of...topless. Isn't that a clue?"

[identity profile] wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com 2011-11-02 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
Well, sure. For, you know, sensible guys.

"I suppose... it might be taken as an indicator," Wesley conceded after a moment of feeling rather silly. "Well. I... I would. Also. In the future. With you."

[identity profile] thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com 2011-11-02 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
"No one's ever seen me like this before," Katniss said softly, shyly, as she pressed a kiss to his jaw. "And I don't want anyone else to. Just you."

[identity profile] wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com 2011-11-02 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
"L-likewise," he murmured back, sliding his hands up to the back of her neck. He leaned in for a kiss, but before their lips could touch, he made a point of noting, "And -- you're beautiful. Just, ah. Just so that you know."

Maybe not the most romantic phrasing ever. BUT HE TRIED.

[identity profile] thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com 2011-11-02 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
She wanted to argue, because she never knew what to say to that.

She settled for kissing him softly before murmuring, "So're you."

Because to her, he was. Simple as that.

[identity profile] wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com 2011-11-02 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not the way you are," he countered, touching his forehead to hers. "It's almost hard to believe you're mi-- with me."

He wasn't quite as secure in his possessiveness as she was.

[identity profile] thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com 2011-11-03 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Shh," she said, blushing. "I'm...not. No. I'm...too small, and scarred, and wrong, and my head still isn't totally right, and -- no. You're perfect. That's all. And you love me, for some reason. That means I win."

[identity profile] wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com 2011-11-03 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
Wesley drew back just far enough to tilt up her chin with one finger, not taking his eyes off of her.

"You aren't," he corrected her softly. "You're storng and beautiful and, well, I rather wish I could emulate you in quite a few respects. That you truly want -- well, this, with me -- it's almost hard to believe."

This he said, not with the self-pity that the words might call to mind, but with simple, genuine honesty. Privately, he thought of how there was a reason that he was the one to be fired and tortured and cited at the Council as an example of perfect failure. Whereas she -- well. She was a hero.

[identity profile] thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com 2011-11-03 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
"How could I not?" she asked, quietly. "You're amazing and powerful and strong and -- god, Wesley, do you really not know how good-looking you are? And you want to be with me. And you think that about me. You're crazy. I never wanted to be any of that. I'm a coward."

[identity profile] wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com 2011-11-03 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
"That's not true," Wesley said, more firmly this time but still in that same soft, almost entranced tone of voice. "Whatever my -- er, questionable, er, assets might be," he began, cheeks tinging pink, "you -- Katniss, I was raised to study women who aren't half as strong as you."
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