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It doesn't happen the night that Angel gets more than a bit drunk and fondles Wesley through his clothes up against the wall of the office, although Wesley would have liked it to. Angel's breath smells like liquor, and Wesley draws the scent into himself as he pants his way to an embarrassing, shivering climax with no more stimulation than the touch of Angel's hand. It isn't what he wanted. Angel seems to close in on himself afterwards, and retreats to the basement with the bottle and without another word. It nearly happens the night that Wesley and Angel take Cordelia to the mall. Angel is feeling guilty about the visions, and Cordy is taking shameless advantage of the fact and extorting as much as she can. She's in the changing room, and Angel and Wesley are waiting outside amongst the racks of blouses and slacks and skirts. They're trying to be patient, but not being very successful. Wesley pushes closer to Angel at the same moment the vampire turns his head, and for a moment their faces are inches apart. Then Cordelia comes out of the dressing room, and they pull apart as if scalded. If only they'd had thirty seconds more. Wesley tries not to sulk when Cordy goes back into the changing room a few minutes later. He thinks maybe the opportunity has come and gone. The night that it happens, Wesley isn't prepared. He's been poring over these books for hours, convinced that the information he needs is in one of them. It's reached the point where his back and shoulders hurt, where he's starting to get a headache just behind his eyes. "Found it," Angel says, coming into the office with a book in his hand. "This is the last one, right?" "That depends," Wesley says. "Is there ever really a last one?" He sets his glasses down on the desk and rubs his temples. Angel comes closer, and Wesley goes to push his glasses out of the way to make room for the new book, but instead knocks them off the desk and onto the floor. He sighs, and starts to push his chair back so that he can retrieve them, but Angel moves faster than he does, and crouches down next to Wesley's chair. "I've got 'em," Angel says, and glances up. His upturned face is more than Wesley can resist. Wesley kisses the vampire quickly, before anything more can be said. One awkward moment -- just long enough for Wesley to become convinced that he made the wrong choice -- and then Angel moves in for a second kiss, still from his crouched-down position. There's nothing coordinated about it. Wesley isn't certain in which direction to turn his head, and they end up clashing teeth, but when he tries to apologize, Angel just takes advantage of his parted lips and thrusts his tongue inside. Almost instantly, Wesley forgets what he was going to say. Angel's lower lip against his. Angel's tongue in his mouth, sliding across his own. Tiny kisses that somehow together become one long kiss, with Wesley's head tilted to the left and Angel's hand cradling his face. "*Why* didn't we do this before? I mean, this kissing part?" Angel asks in between kisses, somehow without needing to pull away. Wesley doesn't know, and even if he did, he's not sure he'd be willing to stop long enough to answer. They've barely touched -- Angel hasn't touched any part of Wesley's body but his mouth and cheek, and yet Wesley is hard, possibly harder than he's ever been in his life. He wants to ask so many questions, but he's too focused on Angel's lips, on his own. Deep kisses that take his breath away, as if Angel is kissing the life from him. Wesley knows that he would gladly die for this. End
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