"Always," Fred moaned as Nick entered her, her hips arching up to meet him. "Ohhh..."
It felt so different without the condom, so wonderful. Closing her eyes, she wrapped herself around him as they lay there together for several moments, his face against her neck. He was the only person she trusted there now that she knew the vampires truly existed. He was the only one she'd ever be with like this.
When he started thrusting into her, she moved with him, pleasure starting to build as he touched her. His words washed over her, and she knew that what he was telling her was true. He had continued to love her while she was gone, waiting for her to come home; the proof was on her finger and in the way he made love to her.
"The only one, Nick," she promised. "My only one."
When his finger began rubbing her clit, she gasped, jerking her hips up, a small series of trembles rushing through her. She knew she was getting closer, hanging on that edge, wanting to come, needing to come.
"I...oh..." she choked out before it suddenly hit her, her body shaking as she began spasming around his cock. "Nick!"
When Fred started to shudder underneath him, Nick groaned and started to push harder insider of her. Suddenly, she was coming and Nick found himself trapped inside of her. He tried to move but before he could, everything inside of him exploded inside of her, emptying his seed deep within her. He quickly caught himself before he fell on her.
Licking his lips, he took a few deep breaths and looked down at her. "That was so wonderful, darling," he said as he leaned down and nuzzled her neck. Suddenly, the phone started to ring and Nick looked over at it. He didn't want to move and risk slipping out of her. She felt too wonderful for that to happen.
When it stopped ringing, Nick smiled. "I'm sure the machine picked it up or they'll call back," he said before leaning down to softly kiss her. "I love you, Fred," he said as the phone started to ring again. He sighed and shook his head. "I better get that."
He carefully slipped out of her and reached over for the cordless phone. It as his contact and Nick spoke to him a few moments before hanging the phone up. He turned and looked at Fred. "That was Jack. Supposedly, the same sort of murders happened in a town named Sunnydale in California. All of the cases were closed right away because 'wild animal attacks' happen a lot there. He said it's about three hours from LA. Do you think Wes would know of the place?" he asked.
When Nick came, Fred felt his warmth flooding through her, so unlike anything she had ever felt before. It caused her to shudder a little longer as she held onto him tightly until finally, she fell back against the bed, feeling a bit like jello. She could still keenly feel his cock inside her and didn't want him to pull out, didn't want to lose the connection between them.
"That was amazing," she agreed softly, turning her head to rub her cheek against the side of his head. When she was with him, she felt more at home and normal again than she ever thought possible.
She wanted to just hold him inside her for however long she could, but just then the phone rang. Groaning, she let her head fall back. Nick didn't move, however, causing her to smile. Let the world give them a break - they had just go engaged more than five years later than planned. They deserved to have this moment to themselves.
But the phone started ringing again, and they both knew that Nick needed to answer it. When he slid out of her, Fred felt a bit of a loss, but at the same time, she knew that they would be doing this again. Again and again and again. While he spoke to the person on the other end, she pushed herself up onto her elbows, watching him, sometimes amazed with how clearly she had remembered him even when she thought she had made him and she had been forgetting other things, like the fact that she had been born and raised in this dimension. The way he stood, the way his mouth moved - she had remembered it all.
When he hung up the phone and told her what Jack had said, she furrowed her brow. Sunnydale sounded familiar. "I...I think he might. I seem to remember Wesley talking about that place when he was telling me about vampires and Slayers and Watchers." She thought for a minute, trying to sort through all the information. "Hellmouth. It's where the Slayer lives."
Her eyes opened wide. "Oh, Nick - we definitely have to tell Wesley about this now!"
Nick watched Fred has realization came to her face. Vampires, Slayer, and Hellmouth. He knew about vampires and about how the Slayer killed them, but the Hellmouth? Had she told him about that? There was so much she told him, and so much they'd looked up together, that he couldn't remember.
"If these demons are killing in Sunnydale, do you think that means something happened to the Slayer?" Nick asked as his brow furrowed. "I mean, if I were a demon, I wouldn't go and hang out where the Slayer lives. That'll be like killing a person in front of a CSI. And from what you've told me and from what we've read, some demons are pretty smart. It doesn't make sense."
He pulled Fred into his arms and nuzzled her hair as he continued to think. "But, didn't it say when a Slayer dies, a new one is made? And if there's a Hellmouth in Sunnydale, then why didn't the new one go there?" Nick shook his head. "I think it's a good idea to call Wes and see if he knows anything about it."
Nick reached over and handed the phone to Fred. "And, what's a Hellmouth?" he asked with a sheepish look.
"I don't know," Fred said, rubbing the back of her neck as her brow furrowed. "Wesley said a lot of bad stuff happened in Sunnydale, and that's why they need the Slayer there, so maybe these demons don't care. Or maybe they want the Slayer--what was her name...?" She shook her head, unable to remember. "Maybe they want her to know they're there."
She cuddled against Nick, just as worried as him about why this demon was in Vegas when it seemed that Sunnydale would have been more its speed. "It did...but I think that the Slayer in Sunnydale was already replaced once because she died, and the Slayer that could be replaced is in prison, so unless they're both dead..." Her head was starting to hurt from trying to figure all of this out when all they knew was that the same kind of demon had killed both there and in Sunnydale. "I think calling Wes would be a very good idea."
Taking the phone, she reached over to her side of the bed and picked up the notebook Wesley had given her, flipping it open to find where she had written down his cell phone number. "The hellmouth is just that - an entrance to hell. Apparently, the guy who founded the town knew it was there, so he built there on purpose. He wanted to use its power or something. It's been stopped from opening a few times...and we really don't want it opened."
Finally, she found the number and dialed, hoping for Wesley to pick up. The phone just continued to ring and ring until it went to voice mail. "Wesley, this is Fred. I know we haven't talked or anything since I left with Nick, and I hope you're okay, but I need to talk to you because there's something going on. There was an attack here in Vegas that looks like it was done by demon that lived in Pylea, only I didn't think it lived in this dimension either. And it's apparently attacked in Sunnydale. Nick and I were hoping you might be able to give us so more information and help us with this because if these demons are from Pylea..." She trailed off for a moment, looking at Nick. "Please, call when you get this. You have our numbers."
Hanging up the phone, she sighed and curled back into Nick's arms, still afraid to think about how these demons were here if they were from Pylea.
While Fred was on the phone, Nick slipped out of the bed and opened the door. Max, like always, was sitting by the door, wanting to go to bed. The dog limped into the room and went over to his dog bed. After walking around in circles, he finally plopped down. Nick shook his head and climbed back into the bed.
As Fred left a message for Wes, Nick softly stroked her thigh. When she mentioned Pylea, he stiffened a little - just hearing the name of that place caused chills to run down his spine, and he hadn't even been there.
When Fred finished with the call, Nick gather her in his arms. "Hopefully he'll call soon," he said before softly kissing her on the top of the head. It was getting late, and even though he didn't have to work the following day, Nick found himself starting to nod off. "I'll keep the phone by the bed tonight in case he calls."
He pulled the covers over them and snuggled closer to her. "Night, baby. I love you," he whispered before falling asleep.
The following morning, Nick was woke up when Max nudged his cold nose against his hand. He pushed his eyes open and carefully removed himself from Fred's arms. "C'mon, boy, lets go make breakfast for Fred, alright?" he said as he slipped out of the bed.
After Nick slipped on a pair of boxers on, Max followed him out of the room and to the backdoor. Nick let him out and then filled his bowls up with food and water. After setting them on the floor, Nick let the dog back in and went to work on making some sausage and egg burritos for Fred.
Once the food was finished, Nick placed the plates on a tray, along with some orange juice, and took it to the bedroom. He sat the trays down on the dresser and crouched by Fred's side of the bed. "Hey," he softly whispered as he ran his fingers over his cheeks. "I made you breakfast."
"I love you too, Nick," Fred murmured before she fell asleep, her arm wrapped around him.
Her dreams were a bit strange that night, a mishmash of images and events. Nick was there, but he wasn't exactly Nick. He felt like Nick, though, and they held each other and made love and whispered about how they had to be careful about being found out. Then they were fighting together, and he was teaching her how to use a crossbow. Raising the crossbow, she hit a vampire in the chest causing it disappear in a puff of smoke. There was something in the distance, so she ran toward it, only to find herself in a cave, staring at a weapon she had never seen before, a woman telling her it was too soon - she wasn't meant to use it. She wanted to ask why, but before she could, she was back with Nick in bed, his hand gently rubbing over her belly, which was swelled. She felt a kick, and instead of happiness, she felt anguish as she was unexpectedly sitting alone, in a dark place.
Give them back to me. Give them back, give them back, give them back.
Suddenly, she felt a gentle touch on her cheek and came awake, her eyes fluttering open. Nick was kneeling in front of her, telling her he had made her breakfast, and for a moment, all Fred wanted to do was throw her arms around him and never let him go ever again.
Instead, she leaned forward and pulled him in for a deep kiss, the feel of his lips against hers pushing away the remnants of the dream. When they parted, she looked at him with a smile as she touched his temple with the back of her hand. "I have the best fiance in whole entire world," she told him softly.
Sitting up, she ran a hand through her hair, then looked over at the phone on the nightstand on Nick's side of the bed. "I take it Wesley hasn't called," she said. "Hope he's okay since he was trying to run that agency by himself when we left."
Nick could tell something was off about Fred and the way she looked. Had she had another nightmare about Pylea? Even though she was slowly recovering from it, there were still nights when she would have a bad dream and he would wake up with her, and hold her until she felt safe enough to sleep. He wanted to ask but knew Fred would tell him in time.
"And, I have the best girl in all of the universe," he said with a grin before he kissed her cheek. He stood up and allowed his eyes to tick over toward the phone. "Nothing yet. Not even a voice mail. Maybe after breakfast you can try him again. Maybe he had a late night last night and is still sleeping or something."
Leaning over, he softly kissed the top of Fred's head and moved over to the dresser to retrieve the food. Once he had it, he came back to the bed and carefully sat the tray down before slipping in beside her. "This one's yours since it has gross tomatoes in it," he said, winking at her. He handed her the plate and her glass of orange juice.
After getting situated on the bed, Nick started to eat his burrito. "Maybe we can do something this afternoon. Maybe go down to the strip and check out some of the shops," he suggested. Even though he lived there, Nick still found himself enthralled with the strip at times. Plus, it was always fun to find new places to go.
He was about to suggest a shop Warrich had told him about but he was cut off when the phone started to ring. Nick looked down at the caller ID and saw Wesley's name pop up. "It's Wesley," he said as he handed the phone to her.
It felt so different without the condom, so wonderful. Closing her eyes, she wrapped herself around him as they lay there together for several moments, his face against her neck. He was the only person she trusted there now that she knew the vampires truly existed. He was the only one she'd ever be with like this.
When he started thrusting into her, she moved with him, pleasure starting to build as he touched her. His words washed over her, and she knew that what he was telling her was true. He had continued to love her while she was gone, waiting for her to come home; the proof was on her finger and in the way he made love to her.
"The only one, Nick," she promised. "My only one."
When his finger began rubbing her clit, she gasped, jerking her hips up, a small series of trembles rushing through her. She knew she was getting closer, hanging on that edge, wanting to come, needing to come.
"I...oh..." she choked out before it suddenly hit her, her body shaking as she began spasming around his cock. "Nick!"
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Licking his lips, he took a few deep breaths and looked down at her. "That was so wonderful, darling," he said as he leaned down and nuzzled her neck. Suddenly, the phone started to ring and Nick looked over at it. He didn't want to move and risk slipping out of her. She felt too wonderful for that to happen.
When it stopped ringing, Nick smiled. "I'm sure the machine picked it up or they'll call back," he said before leaning down to softly kiss her. "I love you, Fred," he said as the phone started to ring again. He sighed and shook his head. "I better get that."
He carefully slipped out of her and reached over for the cordless phone. It as his contact and Nick spoke to him a few moments before hanging the phone up. He turned and looked at Fred. "That was Jack. Supposedly, the same sort of murders happened in a town named Sunnydale in California. All of the cases were closed right away because 'wild animal attacks' happen a lot there. He said it's about three hours from LA. Do you think Wes would know of the place?" he asked.
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"That was amazing," she agreed softly, turning her head to rub her cheek against the side of his head. When she was with him, she felt more at home and normal again than she ever thought possible.
She wanted to just hold him inside her for however long she could, but just then the phone rang. Groaning, she let her head fall back. Nick didn't move, however, causing her to smile. Let the world give them a break - they had just go engaged more than five years later than planned. They deserved to have this moment to themselves.
But the phone started ringing again, and they both knew that Nick needed to answer it. When he slid out of her, Fred felt a bit of a loss, but at the same time, she knew that they would be doing this again. Again and again and again. While he spoke to the person on the other end, she pushed herself up onto her elbows, watching him, sometimes amazed with how clearly she had remembered him even when she thought she had made him and she had been forgetting other things, like the fact that she had been born and raised in this dimension. The way he stood, the way his mouth moved - she had remembered it all.
When he hung up the phone and told her what Jack had said, she furrowed her brow. Sunnydale sounded familiar. "I...I think he might. I seem to remember Wesley talking about that place when he was telling me about vampires and Slayers and Watchers." She thought for a minute, trying to sort through all the information. "Hellmouth. It's where the Slayer lives."
Her eyes opened wide. "Oh, Nick - we definitely have to tell Wesley about this now!"
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"If these demons are killing in Sunnydale, do you think that means something happened to the Slayer?" Nick asked as his brow furrowed. "I mean, if I were a demon, I wouldn't go and hang out where the Slayer lives. That'll be like killing a person in front of a CSI. And from what you've told me and from what we've read, some demons are pretty smart. It doesn't make sense."
He pulled Fred into his arms and nuzzled her hair as he continued to think. "But, didn't it say when a Slayer dies, a new one is made? And if there's a Hellmouth in Sunnydale, then why didn't the new one go there?" Nick shook his head. "I think it's a good idea to call Wes and see if he knows anything about it."
Nick reached over and handed the phone to Fred. "And, what's a Hellmouth?" he asked with a sheepish look.
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She cuddled against Nick, just as worried as him about why this demon was in Vegas when it seemed that Sunnydale would have been more its speed. "It did...but I think that the Slayer in Sunnydale was already replaced once because she died, and the Slayer that could be replaced is in prison, so unless they're both dead..." Her head was starting to hurt from trying to figure all of this out when all they knew was that the same kind of demon had killed both there and in Sunnydale. "I think calling Wes would be a very good idea."
Taking the phone, she reached over to her side of the bed and picked up the notebook Wesley had given her, flipping it open to find where she had written down his cell phone number. "The hellmouth is just that - an entrance to hell. Apparently, the guy who founded the town knew it was there, so he built there on purpose. He wanted to use its power or something. It's been stopped from opening a few times...and we really don't want it opened."
Finally, she found the number and dialed, hoping for Wesley to pick up. The phone just continued to ring and ring until it went to voice mail. "Wesley, this is Fred. I know we haven't talked or anything since I left with Nick, and I hope you're okay, but I need to talk to you because there's something going on. There was an attack here in Vegas that looks like it was done by demon that lived in Pylea, only I didn't think it lived in this dimension either. And it's apparently attacked in Sunnydale. Nick and I were hoping you might be able to give us so more information and help us with this because if these demons are from Pylea..." She trailed off for a moment, looking at Nick. "Please, call when you get this. You have our numbers."
Hanging up the phone, she sighed and curled back into Nick's arms, still afraid to think about how these demons were here if they were from Pylea.
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As Fred left a message for Wes, Nick softly stroked her thigh. When she mentioned Pylea, he stiffened a little - just hearing the name of that place caused chills to run down his spine, and he hadn't even been there.
When Fred finished with the call, Nick gather her in his arms. "Hopefully he'll call soon," he said before softly kissing her on the top of the head. It was getting late, and even though he didn't have to work the following day, Nick found himself starting to nod off. "I'll keep the phone by the bed tonight in case he calls."
He pulled the covers over them and snuggled closer to her. "Night, baby. I love you," he whispered before falling asleep.
The following morning, Nick was woke up when Max nudged his cold nose against his hand. He pushed his eyes open and carefully removed himself from Fred's arms. "C'mon, boy, lets go make breakfast for Fred, alright?" he said as he slipped out of the bed.
After Nick slipped on a pair of boxers on, Max followed him out of the room and to the backdoor. Nick let him out and then filled his bowls up with food and water. After setting them on the floor, Nick let the dog back in and went to work on making some sausage and egg burritos for Fred.
Once the food was finished, Nick placed the plates on a tray, along with some orange juice, and took it to the bedroom. He sat the trays down on the dresser and crouched by Fred's side of the bed. "Hey," he softly whispered as he ran his fingers over his cheeks. "I made you breakfast."
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Her dreams were a bit strange that night, a mishmash of images and events. Nick was there, but he wasn't exactly Nick. He felt like Nick, though, and they held each other and made love and whispered about how they had to be careful about being found out. Then they were fighting together, and he was teaching her how to use a crossbow. Raising the crossbow, she hit a vampire in the chest causing it disappear in a puff of smoke. There was something in the distance, so she ran toward it, only to find herself in a cave, staring at a weapon she had never seen before, a woman telling her it was too soon - she wasn't meant to use it. She wanted to ask why, but before she could, she was back with Nick in bed, his hand gently rubbing over her belly, which was swelled. She felt a kick, and instead of happiness, she felt anguish as she was unexpectedly sitting alone, in a dark place.
Give them back to me. Give them back, give them back, give them back.
Suddenly, she felt a gentle touch on her cheek and came awake, her eyes fluttering open. Nick was kneeling in front of her, telling her he had made her breakfast, and for a moment, all Fred wanted to do was throw her arms around him and never let him go ever again.
Instead, she leaned forward and pulled him in for a deep kiss, the feel of his lips against hers pushing away the remnants of the dream. When they parted, she looked at him with a smile as she touched his temple with the back of her hand. "I have the best fiance in whole entire world," she told him softly.
Sitting up, she ran a hand through her hair, then looked over at the phone on the nightstand on Nick's side of the bed. "I take it Wesley hasn't called," she said. "Hope he's okay since he was trying to run that agency by himself when we left."
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"And, I have the best girl in all of the universe," he said with a grin before he kissed her cheek. He stood up and allowed his eyes to tick over toward the phone. "Nothing yet. Not even a voice mail. Maybe after breakfast you can try him again. Maybe he had a late night last night and is still sleeping or something."
Leaning over, he softly kissed the top of Fred's head and moved over to the dresser to retrieve the food. Once he had it, he came back to the bed and carefully sat the tray down before slipping in beside her. "This one's yours since it has gross tomatoes in it," he said, winking at her. He handed her the plate and her glass of orange juice.
After getting situated on the bed, Nick started to eat his burrito. "Maybe we can do something this afternoon. Maybe go down to the strip and check out some of the shops," he suggested. Even though he lived there, Nick still found himself enthralled with the strip at times. Plus, it was always fun to find new places to go.
He was about to suggest a shop Warrich had told him about but he was cut off when the phone started to ring. Nick looked down at the caller ID and saw Wesley's name pop up. "It's Wesley," he said as he handed the phone to her.
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