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kohakuIt took me a while to write this, but I can't seem to keep away from them...
Lindsey keeps himself upright when he’s in the same room with Angel, raising himself to his full height, chin slightly up as long as Angel is pacing and at least five steps away from him. Unless Angel steps closer, he allows himself to bounce slightly on his heels, momentarily raising himself up that way.
But as soon as Angel crosses that invisible line, Lindsey bows his head automatically and stills. He can’t help it really, it’s like avoiding the eyes of a predator when stumbling upon it in the wild, and he shifts his gaze to the floor. He does not necessarily see himself as prey, at least not for Angel, but he could clearly differentiate their impulses and incentives, and could easily admit to being inferior in strength, should their tension break into contact. Again.
So he bows his head, but does not shut his mouth, letting Angel know that he is not inferior per se, that he might surpass him in knowledge even, all three hundred odd years of him. That he thinks he surpasses him in knowledge. He stabs at Angel with words, silently wondering how many jabs he could take before Angel went at him again in the pure frustration of someone whose words simply could not cause damage in the way his body could. Whose verbal blows would bounce off Lindsey, who had heard worse, more vicious, had been cut deeper before and in turn learnt to cut as well.
Lindsey tells himself that he is not afraid, that it is not fear that causes him to go still, very still, to shallow his breath until he almost holds it, to stand there, watching Angel from under his lashes. It’s not fear but rational decision, he tells himself and almost believes it, too.
And Angel can probably smell it on him, thick and coiling, and he circles in until he stands right behind him. Lindsey senses his presence more than anything, Angel being quite and still in his own way. Not Lindsey’s terrified stillness caused by the irrational feel that should he move something would happen, something bad, but a terrible form of waiting, waiting for that one thing that would made him pounce. The one thing Lindsey could never sense or guess.
He can not help but lean back a little when Angel takes another step closer. It is the slightest movement, nothing more than a gentle sway. He closes his eyes against it, but then he hears Angel’s laugh, very quiet, and it makes the hairs at his neck stand up.
“I know what you are,” Angel says and almost purrs, a deep rumbling sound that is not comforting in any way.
“What,” he asks, but he sounds breathless which irritates him. He opens his eyes and turns towards Angel, looking him straight in the eyes. “What.”
Angel smirks instead of answering, and Lindsey can feel it his control slip from him just like that, can feel the boiling of his temper and tries hard not to let it show on his face. He wants to say something, anything, that cuts deeply, but he only glares, staring at Angel who merely looks down at him.
He can feel anger curling like a snake in his stomach, and clenches his jaw against the sudden need to lash out physically, to cause some reaction he would be familiar with. He wants to shove Angel, tell him to leave, which would be futile, but satisfying for ten short seconds.
Lindsey touches him then, not his face, just the side of his neck, almost reluctantly making contact with the skin there, fingers grazing. The expression on Angel’s face changes, for a second surprise registers, before the dangerous gleam is back in his eyes.
“You don’t know what…” Angel starts, so Lindsey’s touch becomes bolder, and his hand fully rests on Angel’s neck now, not just a fleeting touch of fingertips.
Lindsey looks up at him, searching for he does not know what, or maybe he does, and that slight pause is all the permission he needs. He leans up, and if Angel wants to he can later pretend that Lindsey pulled him down a little, which Lindsey does not, but ready excuses appeal to people in alien situations. He leans up and kisses Angel.
It is not the kiss he wanted, it is too little of everything, too chaste, too reluctant. But it is still enough to push Angel over the edge, to shove him just enough to make him grip Lindsey’s arms and kiss him back, and yes, that kiss is what Lindsey wanted, because it’s pushy and needy and it makes Lindsey’s skin tingle.
Lindsey makes a sound deep in his throat before he can catch himself, and he can feel Angel smile against his lips, easily taking control of the situation. He briefly thinks that he should struggle more, but Angel’s hand is in his hair, cupping the back of his head and Angel makes a sound close to growling. And this is wrong, he tells himself, this is not what he should be doing, but still he leans up instead of pulling away. There are good reasons for why he shouldn’t, reasons that he could easily recall if Angel did not tighten his hold, grabbed Lindsey’s hair and yanked at it. Angel pulls hard and looks at Lindsey.
“Stop that,” he mumbles and pulls Lindsey’s head back, exposing Lindsey’s throat which sends a jolt through Lindsey. He gives a tiny start and Angel notices and laughs low.
“Second thoughts,” he asks.
Lindsey wants to answer, wants to smart mouth Angel. It’s not like anyone asked him, Angel just showed up, going from breaking and entering to threatening instantly as usual. He had never been asked, so Angel’s question seems unfitting. He wants to answer but Angel still has his fist in his hair, pulling slightly and knuckles grazing his scalp. Words don’t come in situations like these, he never was much of a talker then, so he merely pulls a face as a reply.
“Last chance,” Angel says, low, and then he is licking at Lindsey's neck again. “You can tell me to leave.“
Lindsey knows he needs to speak up now, tell Angel to leave him be, to push him away and maybe fight again, anything but this, the need of it, the tension. He knows this can end badly, worse than their usual run ins, the same way that he knows Angel would leave if he asked him now. He stretches his neck more, hissing slightly at the sharp tug of Angel's hand in his hair, the closeness of Angel's face next to his skin.
“No,” Lindsey says instead.
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Lindsey keeps himself upright when he’s in the same room with Angel, raising himself to his full height, chin slightly up as long as Angel is pacing and at least five steps away from him. Unless Angel steps closer, he allows himself to bounce slightly on his heels, momentarily raising himself up that way.
But as soon as Angel crosses that invisible line, Lindsey bows his head automatically and stills. He can’t help it really, it’s like avoiding the eyes of a predator when stumbling upon it in the wild, and he shifts his gaze to the floor. He does not necessarily see himself as prey, at least not for Angel, but he could clearly differentiate their impulses and incentives, and could easily admit to being inferior in strength, should their tension break into contact. Again.
So he bows his head, but does not shut his mouth, letting Angel know that he is not inferior per se, that he might surpass him in knowledge even, all three hundred odd years of him. That he thinks he surpasses him in knowledge. He stabs at Angel with words, silently wondering how many jabs he could take before Angel went at him again in the pure frustration of someone whose words simply could not cause damage in the way his body could. Whose verbal blows would bounce off Lindsey, who had heard worse, more vicious, had been cut deeper before and in turn learnt to cut as well.
Lindsey tells himself that he is not afraid, that it is not fear that causes him to go still, very still, to shallow his breath until he almost holds it, to stand there, watching Angel from under his lashes. It’s not fear but rational decision, he tells himself and almost believes it, too.
And Angel can probably smell it on him, thick and coiling, and he circles in until he stands right behind him. Lindsey senses his presence more than anything, Angel being quite and still in his own way. Not Lindsey’s terrified stillness caused by the irrational feel that should he move something would happen, something bad, but a terrible form of waiting, waiting for that one thing that would made him pounce. The one thing Lindsey could never sense or guess.
He can not help but lean back a little when Angel takes another step closer. It is the slightest movement, nothing more than a gentle sway. He closes his eyes against it, but then he hears Angel’s laugh, very quiet, and it makes the hairs at his neck stand up.
“I know what you are,” Angel says and almost purrs, a deep rumbling sound that is not comforting in any way.
“What,” he asks, but he sounds breathless which irritates him. He opens his eyes and turns towards Angel, looking him straight in the eyes. “What.”
Angel smirks instead of answering, and Lindsey can feel it his control slip from him just like that, can feel the boiling of his temper and tries hard not to let it show on his face. He wants to say something, anything, that cuts deeply, but he only glares, staring at Angel who merely looks down at him.
He can feel anger curling like a snake in his stomach, and clenches his jaw against the sudden need to lash out physically, to cause some reaction he would be familiar with. He wants to shove Angel, tell him to leave, which would be futile, but satisfying for ten short seconds.
Lindsey touches him then, not his face, just the side of his neck, almost reluctantly making contact with the skin there, fingers grazing. The expression on Angel’s face changes, for a second surprise registers, before the dangerous gleam is back in his eyes.
“You don’t know what…” Angel starts, so Lindsey’s touch becomes bolder, and his hand fully rests on Angel’s neck now, not just a fleeting touch of fingertips.
Lindsey looks up at him, searching for he does not know what, or maybe he does, and that slight pause is all the permission he needs. He leans up, and if Angel wants to he can later pretend that Lindsey pulled him down a little, which Lindsey does not, but ready excuses appeal to people in alien situations. He leans up and kisses Angel.
It is not the kiss he wanted, it is too little of everything, too chaste, too reluctant. But it is still enough to push Angel over the edge, to shove him just enough to make him grip Lindsey’s arms and kiss him back, and yes, that kiss is what Lindsey wanted, because it’s pushy and needy and it makes Lindsey’s skin tingle.
Lindsey makes a sound deep in his throat before he can catch himself, and he can feel Angel smile against his lips, easily taking control of the situation. He briefly thinks that he should struggle more, but Angel’s hand is in his hair, cupping the back of his head and Angel makes a sound close to growling. And this is wrong, he tells himself, this is not what he should be doing, but still he leans up instead of pulling away. There are good reasons for why he shouldn’t, reasons that he could easily recall if Angel did not tighten his hold, grabbed Lindsey’s hair and yanked at it. Angel pulls hard and looks at Lindsey.
“Stop that,” he mumbles and pulls Lindsey’s head back, exposing Lindsey’s throat which sends a jolt through Lindsey. He gives a tiny start and Angel notices and laughs low.
“Second thoughts,” he asks.
Lindsey wants to answer, wants to smart mouth Angel. It’s not like anyone asked him, Angel just showed up, going from breaking and entering to threatening instantly as usual. He had never been asked, so Angel’s question seems unfitting. He wants to answer but Angel still has his fist in his hair, pulling slightly and knuckles grazing his scalp. Words don’t come in situations like these, he never was much of a talker then, so he merely pulls a face as a reply.
“Last chance,” Angel says, low, and then he is licking at Lindsey's neck again. “You can tell me to leave.“
Lindsey knows he needs to speak up now, tell Angel to leave him be, to push him away and maybe fight again, anything but this, the need of it, the tension. He knows this can end badly, worse than their usual run ins, the same way that he knows Angel would leave if he asked him now. He stretches his neck more, hissing slightly at the sharp tug of Angel's hand in his hair, the closeness of Angel's face next to his skin.
“No,” Lindsey says instead.
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Date: 2008-12-27 07:33 am (UTC)the longing but not daring to take the initiative
nice
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Date: 2008-12-27 09:30 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2008-12-27 02:23 pm (UTC)I still don't know if this is good or bad though...*g*
But yeah, I like it. Very much so. I love the tension between them and the way Lindsey acts around Angel.
*kisses*
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Date: 2008-12-27 02:55 pm (UTC)Poor Lindsey. I put him in a room with a big prowly vampire and didn't even let him talk. Properly, that is. Aw.
I'm really really glad you liked it. Eee! It's a bitch fandom to write in, poor smoop!writer me, no chance of cuddly!fic. *sadface*
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Date: 2008-12-28 06:47 am (UTC)I liked it. *g*
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Date: 2008-12-28 09:37 pm (UTC)*squishes*
Your comment means a lot to me. <3
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Date: 2008-12-28 10:47 pm (UTC)Poor baby, he so wants to be defiant but he can't resist the vampire! *hugs him*
Thanks so much for posting at
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Date: 2008-12-28 11:13 pm (UTC)I figured it was time to stop being shy and post in a comm ;) I'm glad you enjoyed this!
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Date: 2008-12-28 11:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-28 11:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-29 03:33 am (UTC)Damn.
There is no better way to put it than that rocked!
Nice to meet you, btw. I hope you don't mind but I'm friending you. Cause well...yeah.
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Date: 2008-12-29 01:12 pm (UTC)Nice to meet you too! I added you back :) Um, if you're here for the stories, I haven't written that many Angel/ Lindsey (yet) because I'm relatively new to fandom and only started to get a feel for them. But don't let that scare you away, really.
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Date: 2009-01-15 12:06 am (UTC)But EEEE the look through the lashes (again ♥) and the NEED and the GODDAMN TENSION!
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Date: 2009-02-22 01:34 am (UTC)Wow. God I love your work.
*moans*
You've rekindled my love for Langel.
Mhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
xxxx <3 xxxx
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Date: 2009-02-22 02:00 am (UTC)Thanks! <3