Title: Dreaming of you.
Author: Nightbird.
Distribution: So Classy, Wesleyan Aria, any one with my fic otherwise ask.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em. They belong to Joss and Fox and WB's. *Grumble,
mutter*
Couple: Cordy/Wesley
Rating: PG-13 - I guess.
Summary: Wesley dreams of protecting his fair lady.
Notes: This came to me last night as I was searching for Wesley pics.
I never found any - why doesn't he have any Promo shots?? *Grrrr*
Feedback: I bite the hand that doesn't feedback me.
Dedication: To my Sibs Stryx, Soul, Gunbunny, Megan and Omega H.
Wesley smiled, it was a cool calculated smile designed to make any woman
with in a 20 mile radius melt into a drool induced puddle on the floor and
right at this moment it was focused fully on the delectable Lady Cordelia
Chase. Who was staring at him with a look of adoration that was normally
reserved for scantly clad Bond girls watching James Bond rescue them from
the clutches of the latest evil.
Wesley straightened the lapels of his tuxedo and leaned forward to pull Lady
Cordelia out of her chair. With a wave of his hand the room was filled with
the strains of "The Blue Danube Waltz",
"Care to dance, milady?"
Lady Cordelia nodded,
"Certainly kind sir."
Wesley turned up the charm as he placed his arm around her waist and held
her close. He could feel the heat from her lithe figure radiating into his
body as they danced,
"You look wonderful tonight Lady Cordelia. I must admire the way the light
catches the colour of your hair, I cannot find words to describe its
beauty."
"Thank you, Lord Wesley. My it is my duty to always to look my best."
Suddenly the lights went out and Lord Wesley spun to face the brute that
dare to disturb him only to find that it was his arch nemeses Lord Angelus,
"Lord Angelus."
Lord Angelus grinned as he approached Lady Cordelia,
"My, my what a pretty little bit of fluff you've picked up"
Wesley bristled as Lord Angelus dared to lay a filthy, drunken hand on the
fair Lady Cordelia Chase. The fair lady in question whimpered and Wesley
reached for his long sword,
"Unhand her, you drunken brute or face the cold steel of my blade."
"Ho, ho, I never leave a good fight. "
The men faced off and soon the air was filled with sparks and the sound of
metal meeting metal. But soon the brave Lord Wesley had Lord Angelus trapped
in the corner and ran him though.
Wesley slid his sword back into its sheath and turned to face the damsel in
distress, who ran towards him before throwing herself crying into his arms.
Wesley held her and offered her one of his ever present hankies.
"There, there Lady Cordelia, He'll never trouble you again."
"Oh thank you Lord Wesley, how will I ever repay you?"
"A simple kiss from your fair lips is enough of a reward for me."
Pulling her close Wesley dipped her back over his arm and moved in for the
kiss, his lips were only a hair's breath away from her own when everything
faded to black.
************************
An angry growl echoed though the air as Wesley glared at the shattered
remains of his alarm clock and cursed the person who ever invented the
blasted thing. Rolling back over he attempted to get back to sleep and
failed miserably. Oh how he wanted Ms. Chase
Author: Nightbird.
Distribution: So Classy, Wesleyan Aria, any one with my fic otherwise ask.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em. They belong to Joss and Fox and WB's. *Grumble,
mutter*
Couple: Cordy/Wesley
Rating: PG-13 - I guess.
Summary: Wesley dreams of protecting his fair lady.
Notes: This came to me last night as I was searching for Wesley pics.
I never found any - why doesn't he have any Promo shots?? *Grrrr*
Feedback: I bite the hand that doesn't feedback me.
Dedication: To my Sibs Stryx, Soul, Gunbunny, Megan and Omega H.
Wesley smiled, it was a cool calculated smile designed to make any woman
with in a 20 mile radius melt into a drool induced puddle on the floor and
right at this moment it was focused fully on the delectable Lady Cordelia
Chase. Who was staring at him with a look of adoration that was normally
reserved for scantly clad Bond girls watching James Bond rescue them from
the clutches of the latest evil.
Wesley straightened the lapels of his tuxedo and leaned forward to pull Lady
Cordelia out of her chair. With a wave of his hand the room was filled with
the strains of "The Blue Danube Waltz",
"Care to dance, milady?"
Lady Cordelia nodded,
"Certainly kind sir."
Wesley turned up the charm as he placed his arm around her waist and held
her close. He could feel the heat from her lithe figure radiating into his
body as they danced,
"You look wonderful tonight Lady Cordelia. I must admire the way the light
catches the colour of your hair, I cannot find words to describe its
beauty."
"Thank you, Lord Wesley. My it is my duty to always to look my best."
Suddenly the lights went out and Lord Wesley spun to face the brute that
dare to disturb him only to find that it was his arch nemeses Lord Angelus,
"Lord Angelus."
Lord Angelus grinned as he approached Lady Cordelia,
"My, my what a pretty little bit of fluff you've picked up"
Wesley bristled as Lord Angelus dared to lay a filthy, drunken hand on the
fair Lady Cordelia Chase. The fair lady in question whimpered and Wesley
reached for his long sword,
"Unhand her, you drunken brute or face the cold steel of my blade."
"Ho, ho, I never leave a good fight. "
The men faced off and soon the air was filled with sparks and the sound of
metal meeting metal. But soon the brave Lord Wesley had Lord Angelus trapped
in the corner and ran him though.
Wesley slid his sword back into its sheath and turned to face the damsel in
distress, who ran towards him before throwing herself crying into his arms.
Wesley held her and offered her one of his ever present hankies.
"There, there Lady Cordelia, He'll never trouble you again."
"Oh thank you Lord Wesley, how will I ever repay you?"
"A simple kiss from your fair lips is enough of a reward for me."
Pulling her close Wesley dipped her back over his arm and moved in for the
kiss, his lips were only a hair's breath away from her own when everything
faded to black.
************************
An angry growl echoed though the air as Wesley glared at the shattered
remains of his alarm clock and cursed the person who ever invented the
blasted thing. Rolling back over he attempted to get back to sleep and
failed miserably. Oh how he wanted Ms. Chase