"Came to say--?" Wesley started to say before looking down at himself and realizing that he was still standing in the shower stall, naked. His brow furrowed as he leveled his gaze at her again, amazed by what she had just said. A quick fuck? He never would have pegged Fred for the type...even if hearing her say that did make his cock want to jump to attention.
The furrow deepened when he saw the mark on Fred's face as she touched it before handing him a towel. What the hell had happened to her? Did that have something to do with why she was here? Taking the towel, he wrappped it around himself, then shut off the water and stepped out of the stall.
"I'd rather prefer not being compared to Gunn, all things considered," he told her, not at all amused as she seemed to be. He had spent quite enough time being compared to both Gunn and Angel, and he rathered not having to hear that ever again, especially from Gunn's girlfriend. Even it did seem that she was putting Gunn down and not him.
What the bloody did she want anyway?
"Fred, judging from the that mark on your face, I'd wager you're not just here to say goodbye," he said. "I think that happened a while ago. What happened? Who did that to you?"
"Sorry," Fred muttered before stepping back so Wesley could get out of the shower. She was disappointed the show was over, but it was nice while it lasted.
She looked at him for a moment, her own brow furrowing, as she wondered what to say first. "I never told you goodbye," Fred started, giving him a pointed look. "I did you a favor by bringing your things to you before Charles went all caveman on them like he had planned. Funny how quickly he became Angel's bitch after you were gone. He won the girl and quickly sided with his rival's new enemy. Too bad he never really did win me."
Fred shook her head and gave Wesley a smile. She almost knew he was going to point out the little fact she hadn't called and visited before now. "I know I could've came over and saw you but I was too busy getting your revenge on Angel. You know, the revenge you wanted deep down. Switching books around so the spells he was using backfired on him, spiking his blood to make him think he was going a little crazy. Too bad he didn't lock himself in a room and started drawing on the walls. That brat Connor had to sink him before I had the chance to finished my experiment."
Shrugging, Fred pulled herself up on the bathroom counter and looked at him before touching the mark again. "Angel did it," she merely said. "And maybe I did come over here for more than a goodbye. Before Angel left to take Gunn to the hospital, after I'd shot him with my crossbow, he told me to get out of the hotel. My first thought was to come here because...I miss you, Wesley."
"It rather sounded like a goodbye," Wesley said, feeling as exposed now as he did in that hospital room. How was it that Fred always managed to catch him at the wort times, times when his guard was down and he couldn't easily put it back up. "You told me not to come back and walked out."
Fred's words confused him, however. Her attitude toward the man she was supposed to be with was rather cross and cruel, calling him a bitch. And what did she mean that he hadn't won her? He had seen Gunn kiss her at the ballet. He had seen her return his attentions. He had seen it all until he had been exiled for trying to save a friend.
He didn't understand any of this. Then she started to explain what she had been doing for the last few months, and his eyebrows arched in amazement. "You what?" he asked, his voice rough. He had always known Fred had undoubtedly been forced to do dark things in order to survive her ordeal on Pylea - he had just never asked because he hadn't wanted to bring up memories.
Now she was standing before him, confessing to seeking revenge, doing things to the people that should have been her friends. For him. Obviously, she had gone a step too far. She had hurt Gunn, and Angel had caught her. Part of him was a bit gobsmacked that she could do that and wanted to tell her that she should turn back now, save herself and her soul, that it wasn't too late. But mainly...he was pleased. Pleased that someone had hurt Angel and Gunn. Pleased that someone had taken vengeance for him.
Pleased that it was Fred.
Walking over, he cupped his hand to her face, looking into her eyes. Now she was exiled just like him. What would Lilah say, he wondered, about bringing her into Wolfram and Hart. Would Fred even agree?
"I missed you too," he told her. As he caressed his thumb over the bruise gently, he whispered a few words to cause the contusion to disappear as if it had never been there. He had done enough magic that night - what was a little more. "I'm just a little...amazed that you did all that for me. I never expected such darkness from you, Fred. I figured you were capable but didn't think you'd give into it. It's rather...sexy on you."
After brushing her hair back from her face, he ran his hand down over shoulder and down her arm. "What were you planning on doing? Now that you've been told never to go back?"
Fred didn't want to bring up what had happened in the hospital. In all honesty, she had wanted to say more to Wesley that day, and beg him to let her into his life. Yet, she knew if she allowed herself to go with him, then she wouldn't had been able to get Wesley's revenge for him. Fred knew he had never asked her to do it, but she had wanted to. Deep down, she always believed he was doing the right thing by taking Connor away from Angel. A vampire wasn't fit to be a father.
When he stepped forward and said he'd missed her also, Fred smiled. She sighed when he muttered the spell, her body shuddering slightly when she felt the small amount of magic move through her body and to her core. At his words, she looked at him again and smirked. "You wouldn't believe the things I've done in order to survive. It's amazing the things someone can do with knowledge of science. And I knew you saw the darkness in me because I saw it in you too."
A soft moan left her mouth as he ran his hand over her arm. "I don't know what I'm going to do," she whispered as her hands ran over his chest. "Not all of us have gotten jobs with Wolfram and Hart." Fred locked eyes with him, her smirk growing. "A contact told me."
Truth be told, Fred had become enthralled with the knowledge of Wesley going there. It was the perfect revenge on Angel and she wished she had thought of it. And, it had made her want him even more. "Tell me, Wesley. What's it like to work someplace where you don't have to pretend to me good and innocent?" she asked as she moved her hands down and hooked her thumbs under the top of the towel.
Darkness. Yes, he supposed it had always been there in him - after all, his father had made sure of that. He had spent so long fighting it, though, wanting to prove his father wrong and please him, a truly impossible task. Perhaps if he had accepted it earlier, some of the things that had happened in the last years, wouldn't have. Perhaps he would have been more confident in stepping forward and staking his claim to Fred the way Gunn had.
"We both tried to ignore it, didn't we?" he asked her, enjoying being able to touch her this way as his fingers caressed over her soft skin. He could hear her breathing hitch, knew this was having an affect on her.
He started to wonder how he would bring up the fact that he was in control of Wolfram and Hart now with Lilah when she mentioned that she knew he had been working there. He raised an eyebrow at her, returning her smirk. "I'm sure I can guess who that contact might be. Mister Park rather likes to gloat, doesn't he?"
He'd have to make sure that he was one of the first they took care of tomorrow. He knew enough about Park to know that he had no loyalty except to himself and what would get him what he wanted.
Looking down at Fred as she grabbed the edge of his towel, he gave her a smile. "Rather liberating, actually," he told her, running his finger under the edge of the sleeve of her top and pulling down slightly to reveal a shoulder. "Especially when you no longer work for the place, but actually control it." His finger trailed down the neckline to her chest. "Lilah and I have complete control of the firm now."
He stepped closer between her legs as his hand moved down to cup her breast through the thin material of her top. Not so long ago, he would never have done something like this, but now... Want. Take. Have. That was the motto to live by, wasn't it?
"Would you like to come work with us, Fred?" he whispered roughly, swiping a thumb over her nipple underneath her top. "Put all that scientific knowledge to work and know you're appreciated? Not have to hide behind that good girl facade any longer?"
Fred liked the way Wesley was touching. He was so sure of himself, something she wished he'd been before. She had only went with Gunn because she wanted to prove to the others she wasn't completely crazy and could do adult things - such as have adult relationships. Too bad Gunn sucked in bed and only thought of himself. Fred didn't know how many times she'd snuck out of their bed in order to masturbate - her thoughts always on Wesley.
"No more," she groaned. She could feel herself throb. "No more pretending its not there. I like it when the darkness comes out."
Fred raised her eyebrows when Wesley said he'd taken over the firm with Lilah. Taken over. "Someone's been a busy boy," she said as she pulled the towel off him. "And it was Gavin. After he told us, Charles acted like the primate he is and tried to find something of yours to break. I poisoned his food that night because it disturbed me when he was loud and wouldn't allow me to work on my projects."
When Wesley cupped her breast, Fred arched up and groaned. Her hand slipped down and encircled his cock, and she slowly started to stroke him. "I want to be liberated," she said, looking up at him when he asked if she wanted to work with them. "I want to be appreciated for what I really am, not for what others see me as. And I want to be with you, Wesley. So, yes, I want to help Lilah and you."
Fred almost couldn't believe she was agreeing to work with Lilah Morgan, but if Wesley trusted her then she would too. Maybe they would find a common again. "Tell me, Wesley," Fred whispered as she pressed her thumb against the head of his cock. "How long have you been in love with me, and how long have you wanted to fuck me into your mattress?"
Wesley raised an eyebrow and smirked when Fred pulled his towel off him. He truly had never expected this to be happening at the beginning of the night. "Seems the night is going to get a lot busier," he murmured.
Obviously, everyone had underestimated Fred - even himself, and he had known there was darkness there inside her. He had just never expected that she'd be so willing to give herself to it. That she'd do things such as pissing around with Angel or poisoning Gunn. Fred Burkle had come out of the cave she had retreated into and was obviously not to be trifled with.
As he added pressure against her nipple, he groaned when she began to stroke his cock, his hips pressing forward into her hand. She wanted the job and...him? A smile curled on his lips at that. But then he wondered, would she still feel the same when she found out what he and Lilah had been doing most every night for the past few months? Would it turn her on, or would it...turn her off?
Reaching for the hem of her top, he pushed it up along with her bra, exposing her breasts to him and leaned down to suckle them for a few moments, teasing each of the nipples until the pebbled. Just then, she pressed her thumb against him, causing him to gasp, as she asked her question. Wesley raised his head and looked her in the eyes.
"Knew about that, have you?" he asked, moving his hand down to start undoing her jeans. "The answer to both questions? Quite a while now."
Deciding he didn't want this continue in the rather cramped confines of the bathroom, he scooped Fred into his arms and took her into his bedroom, setting her down in front of the bed where he finished undressing her, thinking it only fair since she had got rid of his only covering. When she was naked in front of her, he smiled in appreciation.
"You should probably know that I haven't been living like a monk since my exile," he told her, caressing her again, not wanting to go any further until he had her reaction to this. "I've been sleeping with Lilah."
Fred gasped as Wesley started to suck on her nipples. Her strokes become a little harder as her free hand moved up to tangle in his short hair. When he stopped, she pouted a little and then grinned at his answer. "Charles told me. I think he thought of me as some sort of prize he won from you. God, he was pathetic," she said before Wesley scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom.
When she was completely naked, Fred looked at him, opening her mouth to say something. But, when he said he'd been sleeping with Lilah, her eyebrow raised. "At least you have good taste," she said with a grin. She'd met Lilah once and thought she was beautiful. "Besides, you aren't screwing her at this moment, are you? Unless you're into that sort of thing. I wouldn't complain." She grinned at him for a moment before her look softened a bit.
"You should've told me sooner. Not about Lilah, but about your feelings. I fell in love with you the night you protected me at Caritas. I was afraid my true natural would come out and you'd leave me." Fred reached down and stroked his cock a few times before smiling. "I guess that doesn't matter at the moment, does it?"
Releasing him, Fred crawled up on the bed and leaned against the headboard. "Since we're being honest with each other, you should probably know I killed a man tonight. He did something to me so I killed him. Of course Angel and Charles tried to stop me." She shrugged and smiled at Wesley. "I could tell you all about it while you're fucking me."
So Gunn had gone after Fred simply because he knew that Wesley himself had wanted her? Somehow that didn't surprise him. He had noticed that ever since they had returned from Pylea, Gunn had been much more...competitive than before, almost as if he wanted to prove that he was more than a guy from the streets. Wesley wouldn't have told him that he didn't need to prove it because he was, but instead he had wanted to get into a pissing contest instead...and go after the girl that Wesley had fallen in love with.
Yet there she was with him now, not Gunn, standing in front of him, naked and beautiful, letting him touch her. And apparently, not upset that he had been shagging Lilah. In fact... He raised his eyebrow when she seemed to imply that she wouldn't mind him shagging her with Fred there. The idea of both women together was actually quite arousing.
However, that thought left his mind the moment she confessed that she had fallen in love with him back months ago before everything else that had happened. He pulled her closer, looking into her eyes - she was as afraid of her darkness as he had been of his. That had been why he had pushed her away for so long. Until it was too late, and he had lost her.
"No, it doesn't matter," he told her, his hand moving up to cup her cheek. "We are what we are, and we both understand that and accept that now."
He was about to kiss her but instead she pulled away and crawled onto the bed, the sight of her reclining there a tempting sight to behold. Especially when she said she had killed someone. The look in her eyes was undeniably enthralling - he knew he was seeing a side of her that no one else ever had, and it made him want her all the more. He joined her and began laying kisses on her skin, starting with her ankles and working his way up. "I want to hear all about it," he murmured. "Every detail."
Looking at her when he reached her head, he then leaned in and kissed her deeply, tangling one hand in her hair while the other trailed back down between her legs and nudged her legs apart. His fingers delved into her folds finding them warm and wet, which caused him to smile.
"There's a box of condoms in the nightstand," he said against her lips as he flicked her clit gently. "If you meant it about me fucking you."
The furrow deepened when he saw the mark on Fred's face as she touched it before handing him a towel. What the hell had happened to her? Did that have something to do with why she was here? Taking the towel, he wrappped it around himself, then shut off the water and stepped out of the stall.
"I'd rather prefer not being compared to Gunn, all things considered," he told her, not at all amused as she seemed to be. He had spent quite enough time being compared to both Gunn and Angel, and he rathered not having to hear that ever again, especially from Gunn's girlfriend. Even it did seem that she was putting Gunn down and not him.
What the bloody did she want anyway?
"Fred, judging from the that mark on your face, I'd wager you're not just here to say goodbye," he said. "I think that happened a while ago. What happened? Who did that to you?"
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She looked at him for a moment, her own brow furrowing, as she wondered what to say first. "I never told you goodbye," Fred started, giving him a pointed look. "I did you a favor by bringing your things to you before Charles went all caveman on them like he had planned. Funny how quickly he became Angel's bitch after you were gone. He won the girl and quickly sided with his rival's new enemy. Too bad he never really did win me."
Fred shook her head and gave Wesley a smile. She almost knew he was going to point out the little fact she hadn't called and visited before now. "I know I could've came over and saw you but I was too busy getting your revenge on Angel. You know, the revenge you wanted deep down. Switching books around so the spells he was using backfired on him, spiking his blood to make him think he was going a little crazy. Too bad he didn't lock himself in a room and started drawing on the walls. That brat Connor had to sink him before I had the chance to finished my experiment."
Shrugging, Fred pulled herself up on the bathroom counter and looked at him before touching the mark again. "Angel did it," she merely said. "And maybe I did come over here for more than a goodbye. Before Angel left to take Gunn to the hospital, after I'd shot him with my crossbow, he told me to get out of the hotel. My first thought was to come here because...I miss you, Wesley."
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Fred's words confused him, however. Her attitude toward the man she was supposed to be with was rather cross and cruel, calling him a bitch. And what did she mean that he hadn't won her? He had seen Gunn kiss her at the ballet. He had seen her return his attentions. He had seen it all until he had been exiled for trying to save a friend.
He didn't understand any of this. Then she started to explain what she had been doing for the last few months, and his eyebrows arched in amazement. "You what?" he asked, his voice rough. He had always known Fred had undoubtedly been forced to do dark things in order to survive her ordeal on Pylea - he had just never asked because he hadn't wanted to bring up memories.
Now she was standing before him, confessing to seeking revenge, doing things to the people that should have been her friends. For him. Obviously, she had gone a step too far. She had hurt Gunn, and Angel had caught her. Part of him was a bit gobsmacked that she could do that and wanted to tell her that she should turn back now, save herself and her soul, that it wasn't too late. But mainly...he was pleased. Pleased that someone had hurt Angel and Gunn. Pleased that someone had taken vengeance for him.
Pleased that it was Fred.
Walking over, he cupped his hand to her face, looking into her eyes. Now she was exiled just like him. What would Lilah say, he wondered, about bringing her into Wolfram and Hart. Would Fred even agree?
"I missed you too," he told her. As he caressed his thumb over the bruise gently, he whispered a few words to cause the contusion to disappear as if it had never been there. He had done enough magic that night - what was a little more. "I'm just a little...amazed that you did all that for me. I never expected such darkness from you, Fred. I figured you were capable but didn't think you'd give into it. It's rather...sexy on you."
After brushing her hair back from her face, he ran his hand down over shoulder and down her arm. "What were you planning on doing? Now that you've been told never to go back?"
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When he stepped forward and said he'd missed her also, Fred smiled. She sighed when he muttered the spell, her body shuddering slightly when she felt the small amount of magic move through her body and to her core. At his words, she looked at him again and smirked. "You wouldn't believe the things I've done in order to survive. It's amazing the things someone can do with knowledge of science. And I knew you saw the darkness in me because I saw it in you too."
A soft moan left her mouth as he ran his hand over her arm. "I don't know what I'm going to do," she whispered as her hands ran over his chest. "Not all of us have gotten jobs with Wolfram and Hart." Fred locked eyes with him, her smirk growing. "A contact told me."
Truth be told, Fred had become enthralled with the knowledge of Wesley going there. It was the perfect revenge on Angel and she wished she had thought of it. And, it had made her want him even more. "Tell me, Wesley. What's it like to work someplace where you don't have to pretend to me good and innocent?" she asked as she moved her hands down and hooked her thumbs under the top of the towel.
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"We both tried to ignore it, didn't we?" he asked her, enjoying being able to touch her this way as his fingers caressed over her soft skin. He could hear her breathing hitch, knew this was having an affect on her.
He started to wonder how he would bring up the fact that he was in control of Wolfram and Hart now with Lilah when she mentioned that she knew he had been working there. He raised an eyebrow at her, returning her smirk. "I'm sure I can guess who that contact might be. Mister Park rather likes to gloat, doesn't he?"
He'd have to make sure that he was one of the first they took care of tomorrow. He knew enough about Park to know that he had no loyalty except to himself and what would get him what he wanted.
Looking down at Fred as she grabbed the edge of his towel, he gave her a smile. "Rather liberating, actually," he told her, running his finger under the edge of the sleeve of her top and pulling down slightly to reveal a shoulder. "Especially when you no longer work for the place, but actually control it." His finger trailed down the neckline to her chest. "Lilah and I have complete control of the firm now."
He stepped closer between her legs as his hand moved down to cup her breast through the thin material of her top. Not so long ago, he would never have done something like this, but now... Want. Take. Have. That was the motto to live by, wasn't it?
"Would you like to come work with us, Fred?" he whispered roughly, swiping a thumb over her nipple underneath her top. "Put all that scientific knowledge to work and know you're appreciated? Not have to hide behind that good girl facade any longer?"
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"No more," she groaned. She could feel herself throb. "No more pretending its not there. I like it when the darkness comes out."
Fred raised her eyebrows when Wesley said he'd taken over the firm with Lilah. Taken over. "Someone's been a busy boy," she said as she pulled the towel off him. "And it was Gavin. After he told us, Charles acted like the primate he is and tried to find something of yours to break. I poisoned his food that night because it disturbed me when he was loud and wouldn't allow me to work on my projects."
When Wesley cupped her breast, Fred arched up and groaned. Her hand slipped down and encircled his cock, and she slowly started to stroke him. "I want to be liberated," she said, looking up at him when he asked if she wanted to work with them. "I want to be appreciated for what I really am, not for what others see me as. And I want to be with you, Wesley. So, yes, I want to help Lilah and you."
Fred almost couldn't believe she was agreeing to work with Lilah Morgan, but if Wesley trusted her then she would too. Maybe they would find a common again. "Tell me, Wesley," Fred whispered as she pressed her thumb against the head of his cock. "How long have you been in love with me, and how long have you wanted to fuck me into your mattress?"
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Obviously, everyone had underestimated Fred - even himself, and he had known there was darkness there inside her. He had just never expected that she'd be so willing to give herself to it. That she'd do things such as pissing around with Angel or poisoning Gunn. Fred Burkle had come out of the cave she had retreated into and was obviously not to be trifled with.
As he added pressure against her nipple, he groaned when she began to stroke his cock, his hips pressing forward into her hand. She wanted the job and...him? A smile curled on his lips at that. But then he wondered, would she still feel the same when she found out what he and Lilah had been doing most every night for the past few months? Would it turn her on, or would it...turn her off?
Reaching for the hem of her top, he pushed it up along with her bra, exposing her breasts to him and leaned down to suckle them for a few moments, teasing each of the nipples until the pebbled. Just then, she pressed her thumb against him, causing him to gasp, as she asked her question. Wesley raised his head and looked her in the eyes.
"Knew about that, have you?" he asked, moving his hand down to start undoing her jeans. "The answer to both questions? Quite a while now."
Deciding he didn't want this continue in the rather cramped confines of the bathroom, he scooped Fred into his arms and took her into his bedroom, setting her down in front of the bed where he finished undressing her, thinking it only fair since she had got rid of his only covering. When she was naked in front of her, he smiled in appreciation.
"You should probably know that I haven't been living like a monk since my exile," he told her, caressing her again, not wanting to go any further until he had her reaction to this. "I've been sleeping with Lilah."
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When she was completely naked, Fred looked at him, opening her mouth to say something. But, when he said he'd been sleeping with Lilah, her eyebrow raised. "At least you have good taste," she said with a grin. She'd met Lilah once and thought she was beautiful. "Besides, you aren't screwing her at this moment, are you? Unless you're into that sort of thing. I wouldn't complain." She grinned at him for a moment before her look softened a bit.
"You should've told me sooner. Not about Lilah, but about your feelings. I fell in love with you the night you protected me at Caritas. I was afraid my true natural would come out and you'd leave me." Fred reached down and stroked his cock a few times before smiling. "I guess that doesn't matter at the moment, does it?"
Releasing him, Fred crawled up on the bed and leaned against the headboard. "Since we're being honest with each other, you should probably know I killed a man tonight. He did something to me so I killed him. Of course Angel and Charles tried to stop me." She shrugged and smiled at Wesley. "I could tell you all about it while you're fucking me."
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Yet there she was with him now, not Gunn, standing in front of him, naked and beautiful, letting him touch her. And apparently, not upset that he had been shagging Lilah. In fact... He raised his eyebrow when she seemed to imply that she wouldn't mind him shagging her with Fred there. The idea of both women together was actually quite arousing.
However, that thought left his mind the moment she confessed that she had fallen in love with him back months ago before everything else that had happened. He pulled her closer, looking into her eyes - she was as afraid of her darkness as he had been of his. That had been why he had pushed her away for so long. Until it was too late, and he had lost her.
"No, it doesn't matter," he told her, his hand moving up to cup her cheek. "We are what we are, and we both understand that and accept that now."
He was about to kiss her but instead she pulled away and crawled onto the bed, the sight of her reclining there a tempting sight to behold. Especially when she said she had killed someone. The look in her eyes was undeniably enthralling - he knew he was seeing a side of her that no one else ever had, and it made him want her all the more. He joined her and began laying kisses on her skin, starting with her ankles and working his way up. "I want to hear all about it," he murmured. "Every detail."
Looking at her when he reached her head, he then leaned in and kissed her deeply, tangling one hand in her hair while the other trailed back down between her legs and nudged her legs apart. His fingers delved into her folds finding them warm and wet, which caused him to smile.
"There's a box of condoms in the nightstand," he said against her lips as he flicked her clit gently. "If you meant it about me fucking you."
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