Fred stood in the lobby of the hotel, a dark look on her face as she looked around once more. She would be leaving soon, under Angel's orders. He'd made it clear she wasn't to be there when he returned from the hospital with Gunn. It seemed the vampire was waiting for Fred to burst out into tears and beg for another chance, and when he didn't get his wish, he'd lashed out at her. The bruise on her mouth would serve Fred well, especially when it came to where she was going
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Wesley had just finished washing the last of the grime out of his hair when he heard a noise and froze. Carefully, he turned to see a shadow outside the frosted glass of the stall. He immediately knew it wasn't Lilah as she would have announced herself and wouldn't have hesitated to step into the shower with him - they had already had several pleasurable encounters there.
Shit.
He had been expecting someone to come after both her and him after what they had done, but he hadn't expected the attempt to come so soon. Bugger. Stupid prat. He should have been prepared for this.
Reaching up, he pushed the showerhead so it was spraying downward and moved away slightly, raising his hand and conjuring a fireball. He then grabbed the handle of the stall door and thew it open, ready to throw the ball at the intruder.
Until he saw who was standing there.
"Bloody hell, Fred," he gasped, quickly extinguishing the fire ball. "What are you doing here? I was ready to burn you."
Fred continued to stand in the bathroom, wondering just how long it was going to take Wesley to finish. For a guy, he took awfully long showers. When the steam started to bother her, Fred moved to leave when suddenly the shower door opened. She turned and looked at Wesley - a very naked Wesley - as he put out the fireball in his hand. She allowed her eyes to slowly move over his body before answering.
"I just came by to see how you were and to say goodbye," Fred said, her eyes traveling past his waist and downward. "If I would've known you looked this good naked, I would have asked you out...on a date or for a quick fuck."
Her eyes moved up to meet his blue ones as fingers moved over the bruise Angel had left on her right cheek. It stung a little but it was worth it. Reaching over, she pulled a towel from the rack and held it out for him to take, even though she was enjoying the show but didn't want to seem too pushy.
"For the record, Charles has nothing on you," she said, giving him an amused look.
"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
( ... )
"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
( ... )
"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
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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
( ... )
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
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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
( ... )
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
( ... )
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
( ... )
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
( ... )
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Shit.
He had been expecting someone to come after both her and him after what they had done, but he hadn't expected the attempt to come so soon. Bugger. Stupid prat. He should have been prepared for this.
Reaching up, he pushed the showerhead so it was spraying downward and moved away slightly, raising his hand and conjuring a fireball. He then grabbed the handle of the stall door and thew it open, ready to throw the ball at the intruder.
Until he saw who was standing there.
"Bloody hell, Fred," he gasped, quickly extinguishing the fire ball. "What are you doing here? I was ready to burn you."
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"I just came by to see how you were and to say goodbye," Fred said, her eyes traveling past his waist and downward. "If I would've known you looked this good naked, I would have asked you out...on a date or for a quick fuck."
Her eyes moved up to meet his blue ones as fingers moved over the bruise Angel had left on her right cheek. It stung a little but it was worth it. Reaching over, she pulled a towel from the rack and held it out for him to take, even though she was enjoying the show but didn't want to seem too pushy.
"For the record, Charles has nothing on you," she said, giving him an amused look.
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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 ( ... )
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