waylonweston

[waylonweston]

yvetteweston‌:

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Waylon smiled tightly at the nurse at the station, opening his mouth to ask where Yvette was, but before he could say a word, she had pointed to the right with a knowing smile and he nodded, moving on. He was late - he had wanted to surprise her with lunch, but the day had gotten away from him and now it was closer to dinner. But he came to see her anyway, knowing she had had to work late most nights this week, and he was growing even more moody than usual not being able to spend as much time with her.

When he rounded the corner, his steps stopped short. She was kissing another man, right there in the hallway. Just as she had kissed him, years prior. But Yvette wouldn’t do that, something was wrong. He was kissing her. In an instant, Waylon was seeing red - angrier than he could ever remember being. His fists curled at his sides as he started again, lengthening his stride to get to them. He was intending to control himself, simply pull the man off of her and tell him to never come back. 

But then she tried to push him away, and he pinned her down. Waylon grew angrier. When he spoke, his words flamed his anger even further, and without really planning on it, his fist connected with the side of his face as soon as he was close enough - putting enough force behind it to drop the man to the floor. He paused, turning to his wife, his eyes darting between hers, glare softening for just a moment as he made sure she was okay. He touched her cheek gently before he turned back to the man on the floor, grabbing him by the back of the collar and dragging him roughly into a sitting position. Waylon shoved him against the wall, hard, ignoring the way he sputtered and crouching down in front of him. “I believe she made it quite clear that your advances are not welcome.”

I’ll Be There - Yvette & Waylon

[waylonweston]

yvetteweston‌:

Smiling as his lips left hers, she stayed where she was, still leaning towards him, hand placed precariously on his lap. “And you, my love, are a flatterer, although it does tend to work pretty well for you,” she added with a laugh.

Face just inches from hers, he smirked, licking his lips as her words ghosted over him. "It works very well for me." He purred, meeting her eyes hungrily before leaning in to kiss her again.

[waylonweston]

heartofaweston‌:

“So a large burger with extra greasy fries is out?” Caleb joked, knowing full well that was always out of the question with his already unsteady heart. “What about that one place you like by the hospital?”

"I would say that's a safe assumption, yes." He rolled his eyes fondly, the edges of his lips pulling up ever so slightly. Waylon was thankful that Caleb seemed to have inherited his mother's sense of humor. "I was rather hoping to avoid the hospital for at least a month or two, believe it or not."

[waylonweston]

heliosvasquez‌:

Helios nodded once in Waylon’s direction to show he understood. “Whoever obliviated you obviously botched the job. When a person is obliviated, they don’t know they have been because the wizard either implants fake memories or the brain does it automatically. Besides, who would want to obliviate you? You’re a wizard. We’re only allowed to obliviate No-Majs.”

Waylon fought the beginnings of a grin as the man's face paled, carefully schooling his features into an expression of muted curiosity as he listen to Helios continue. "Mm, most interesting, wouldn't you think?" He turned his head toward the man at the other side of the table. "I don't know anything." He clung to his argument, and Waylon rolled his eyes. "Do you believe him Vasquez? Because I don't."

[waylonweston]

heliosvasquez‌:

“So I hear you’ve been obliviated. Tell me, how do you know you were?”

“Uh....because I don’t remember what happened.” The man said, as if it were obvious. Waylon pushed off from the wall, clearing his throat. “Funny thing is,” He started, speaking only to Helios and ignoring the other man as he sat next to him. “He knew he had forgotten before I even started asking him my questions.”

[waylonweston]

heartofaweston‌:

Caleb smiled a bit at what was banter for the two of them. “So what did you have in mind for lunch?”

"I was thinking some place light - your mother expects us home for dinner."

[waylonweston]

yvetteweston‌:

“Exactly, settling really isn’t our style, is it? I’m rather glad it’s not. It’s much more rewarding to work for the perfect outcome, although I think I might be starting to sound like a self help book,” she added with a scoff of laugh at her own words, the tips of her fingers distractedly tracing random patterns against his leg as she looked out to the yard.

Waylon couldn't help but chuckle at her words. One of his favorite pastimes was letting her go and seeing how long she would keep talking before she stopped herself - it was cute. He shifted in his chair, her hand sliding dangerously underneath him as he leaned forward to give her a kiss. "You are adorable."

[waylonweston]

heliosvasquez‌:

“Got it.” Then they arrived at the man’s cell. Helios grinned at him. “Hello, Terrence. How’s it going?”

Waylon leaned against the wall, watching, trying to fight a smile as the man squirmed as Helios walked in. Definitely the right man for the job, he only hoped between the two of them they'd be able to get some new information.

[waylonweston]

yvetteweston‌:

“Well, it’s always worth testing,” she replied smoothly, leaning into his touch happily. In truth things were practically perfect between them, as if they had been married for centuries and yet still acted like newly weds, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to take the opportunity to have a little fun in baiting him. Her hand moving to his thigh, she smiled innocently, her eyes shining with mischief. “You know I aim for perfection.”

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His eyes darted down to her hand, resting gently and seemingly innocently on his leg. But he was almost certain that whatever was running through her mind wasn't quite so pure. "Indeed. Why settle for anything less?"

[waylonweston]

heartofaweston‌:

“Yeah, course.” He smiled and shrugged. “Sorry. I’m a teenager. I can’t make things easy can I? I mean I never have, have I?” He chuckled.

"That doesn't mean my patience has grown to accommodate it." He replied, although the slightest hint of a smile pulled at his lips.

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heliosvasquez‌:

“Well, let’s see what secrets we can pry out of him.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” He nodded once, before opening the file as they walked. “Call him by his first name - he doesn’t like it, I’m hoping if we upset him, he’ll slip up.”

[waylonweston]

yvetteweston‌:

With the start of a smirk beginning to form on her lips, she met his gaze with a glint in her eyes. “Rather good, yes,” she repeated, giving him a small wink. “It could certainly be worse.”

“Mmmm.” He hummed, as if thinking hard over her words. He knew she was baiting him, but he could hardly ever resist rising to it, not when it was usually so fun. He moved his arm, resting his fingers along the back of her neck. “Are you trying to tell me it could also be better?” He purred, arching one eyebrow.

[waylonweston]

heliosvasquez‌:

Helios looked through the file. “What a charmer.”

“He seems to think so.” Waylon sighed, quite tired of the man in question. “He also clearly thinks he’s much smarter than anyone here, however misguided that may be.”

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heartofaweston‌:

“It’s not a questioned of allowed, it’s a question of if you do so.” He joked, feeling very much like the firey teenage boy that he was.

Waylon sighed slightly, not really in the mood for his antics. “Do you want lunch or not?”

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yvetteweston‌:

“One day she is going to have to accept that we are married, and that means where you go I go. Besides, I would really rather not spend the evening being told about all the things I’m doing wrong alone. It’s much easier to listen to it all if I remember that my dreadful being has a rather good home life.”

“Hmm.” Waylon hummed by way of response, not as optimistic as his other half. Her mother should accept that they were married - happily, and for quite some time now. But he had a feeling that if she hadn’t by now, she wasn’t going to. “Rather good?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

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"Both." He chuckled, not having given much thought about either to be completely honest. Waylon usually gave in to whatever Yvette wished for the holiday, not caring about much besides the fact that they spent it as a family. "We? Granted, I wasn't there for your conversation, but I highly doubt that's what she had in mind." Of course he would be there if his wife wanted, his aim was to please her after all, not her mother.

waylonweston‌:

“Not worried.” He said softly, shrugging one shoulder as he relinquished the rest of the mail with a sigh. Waylon didn’t care much for what any of it said, and he returned his attention to his wife, a much more satisfying way to spend his time. “That’s good to hear, I’ve been meaning to send an owl, but work has been atrocious of late and it seems to have slipped my mind.” He frowned lightly, glad at least she had been able to speak with him. “Do you have any ideas for Christmas?” She had always been better at picking out gifts than he had.

“For gifts or plans for the day itself?” she asked with a sigh. “I’m sure you’ve guessed mother wants me to spend Christmas dinner at her place, but I told her we’d have to discuss what we were doing before I could tell her if we would be there.”

[waylonweston]

yvetteweston‌:

A gasp escaped her lips as her back hit the solid wall behind her, excitement mixing with surprise as her eyes shot open at the feeling. Merlin, what a sight, she thought to herself as she drank in the image of him towering over her, of his arms keeping her securely between him and the wall, of that look in his eyes… But she didn’t have time to take it in because his lips were against hers again and she found her eyes closing of their own accord once more. Weeks of want, of hopes she thought could never be filled were suddenly being sated and it was so much more than she had dreamt.

She had already been revelling in the moment, in how perfect he felt against her, how damn enticing his touch was, and then she heard him growl. She couldn’t help the shudder that came from the sound, or the way her hand tightened in his hair as she desperately tried to commit it to memory. How could one man’s touch have such an affect on her? How could a sound have such a stirring reaction? How could she possibly resist him ever again?

He could simply drown in her. He’d been thinking about her for weeks, the way her lips had felt against his, the way her body pressed into his as if they were two pieces of a puzzle. But nothing, nothing, compared to holding her once more. It was like the rest of the world melted away - there was nothing but her and him, and everything was right. He had been flailing, for so long now he had been treading water, trying to keep everything together and orderly and it was all falling apart. But it didn’t matter, there was a light at the end of the tunnel. Somehow, he knew it would be okay, if he could convince her to stay by his side.

He pulled away from her, just slightly, putting enough space between them to rest his forehead against hers, the smallest of smiles tugging at the edges of his lips as he tried to still his rapid breathing. He reached up to tuck a strand of her hair gently back behind her ear, kissing her forehead once, lips lingering against her skin before he straightened. Taking a step backwards, Waylon adjusted the lapels of his jacket, straightening himself out once more before he spoke. “Join me for dinner. I’ll pick you up at eight.” It wasn’t a question. With a single nod, he turned on his heel, his slow deliberate stride taking him back the way he’d come.

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