Title: Gift for Nermal 2006
Fandom: Buffy the vampire slayer and Angel the series
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters or their world. This is fanfiction and I'm just playing for fun, not making any money.
Summary: Wes is a little sneezy and Giles doesn't mind.
Notes: Written for Nermal as a holiday gift. Enjoy!
Gift for Nermal 2006
Giles stopped dusting for a moment, holding the feather duster between his teeth as he pulled a book off the shelf. Before he could even open it to read, he heard a sneeze and turned his head.
Wesley had arrived late last night; Giles hadn't even heard him come in. And he hadn't seen or felt him either, as Wesley crashed and slept on the couch instead of making it all the way to Giles' bed. Now he was sitting up so that Giles could see him, arm across the back of the couch. His whole face was twitching, nostrils flaring, nose wrinkling, eyes blinking, mouth moving around as if all the contortions would be enough to drive the tickles right away. It didn't work, however, and he swayed forward. "h'EHshahhh! hetShheooo! Eh-heh-ehgishhhh!"
"I'm sorry," Giles said, carefully putting down both book and duster. "I forgot your nose can be sensitive. I just thought I'd clean up a tad before you woke. I haven't had much time lately for housework." He settled down on the couch, narrowly avoiding Wes' lower legs. "I didn't mean to make you all sneezy. Though it isn't altogether an uninvited sight."
Wesley smiled and half-laughed. His hand traveled over the throw he'd used as a blanket, and found Giles' fingertips. He reached forward even more and took hold of Giles' hand, fingers intertwined. "Dod't blabe yourself. Truth is, I have rather a bad case of the sdeezes. Cabe dowd with it a few days ago." He squeezed Giles' hand. "I'b sorry."
Giles shook his head with insistence. "Don't be sorry. I know we've had this scheduled for a while, but you didn't need to drive all the way here if you weren't feeling so well. I know it's not all that magical, but there are these things called phones..."
Wesley gave that a full laugh. "I codsidered callig, however I was afraid you would tell be to stay id
L.A.Add I desberately deeded to cobe to you."
Giles' response was a sort of pleased sigh of understanding, as he pulled Wesley by the arm into an embrace. He felt the man shuffle around, bending legs and leaning into Giles. As soon as he stopped moving, Giles felt him relax into the hug, rubbing his cheek into Giles' chest.
"Adgel has absolutely do caregivig skills. Charles is id add out, dot always aroud. I thig Cordy is bore disgusted with be thad sybathetic. Snff! Snrff!" Wesley pulled back a little and rubbed the back of his hand at his slightly drippy nose. "Add the last tibe I had a bit of a widter sdiffle you... sniff! SnffSnffff! You were so- snrff! Sniff! Sniffsniff!"
Giles had a handkerchief in the back pocket of his trousers, and he eased it out now. "Here, let me take care of that." He repeatedly swiped the white cotton square under Wesley's nose, then unfolded it a little so that Wesley could blow into it. The older man's ministrations lasted a handful of minutes, until Wesley's nose was in order.
But, as Giles lowered the handkerchief, Wesley wound up for a sudden sneeze. "hetChishhhh!" When he opened his eyes a second later, he looking astonishing apologetic. "Oh, Giles... it was the tickle... so ticklish id by dose..." His cheeks were ablaze.
Giles took off his glasses, dabbed at his face with the cuff of his button-down shirt. Then he dried his glasses against his trousers. "Nothing at all to apologize for. You can't help what the tickles wish to do." He slid his glasses back on. "Now what I wish to do is get you off this couch and tucked into bed with some fluids and tissues and yours truly." With gratitude, Wesley moved forward and wrapped his arms around Giles' neck so Giles could lift him up and carry him.