Fic: One Last Moment
Title: One Last Moment
Author: Dakina ivycrow
Characters: Fred/Wesley/Illyria
Summary: Illyria gives Wesley one last chance to see Fred.
Word Count:1862
Rating: NC-17/MA (depending on which rating system you know
Classified: Romance/sexuality
Author's Notes: I do not own the characters, they are a creation of Joss Whedon.
Also this is the first fan fiction I write, so any comments or feedbacks (both for this fanfic and/or future ones) are greatly welcome!
X-posted to: _illyria, fresliriafic, weslyria, wfsurvivors
The blue haired goddess stood in the doorway of Wesley’s bedroom, staring at him. She was determined to understand the mysteries of human love.
“You can’t seriously suggest such… nonsense!”, the ex-watcher muttered in a troubled voice. “It’s simply unthinkable!”
Illyria was confused by his reaction. “I don’t understand. You’ve been wishing to see her again since I got here?”
“Y-yes… I have…”, Wesley said in an irritated voice, “but, Fred is gone, and it’s not possible to bring her back…”
“What if it is?” The quiet and familiar voice almost whispered in Wesley’s ear and sent a chill down his spine. He turned his attention away from Illyria and froze at the sight. There she was, Winifred Burkle, the woman he loved, standing next to his bed. She was looking healthy and happy as she has always been. Tears filled Wesley’s eyes.
“Why are you torturing me with these filthy parlor tricks?” he asked the goddess infuriated.
Illyria answered in a cold voice. “These are not parlor tricks. I want to understand what love is.” She did not understand Wesley’s angst.
Wesley opened his mouth to protest, but no sound came out. He had felt Fred’s warm hand touch his cheek. He closed his eyes for a second and almost felt his heart tear in two pieces. When he turned to face Fred, she slowly pulled his face toward hers, gently wiping one of his tears with her thumb.
“What’s wrong baby? You’re crying…” Fred said in a soft, caring voice.
“Nothing,” Wesley replied, “I’m just happy to see you.”
The words made Fred smile. Wesley had forgotten how beautiful she was. He slowly reached to touch her. He was expecting her to be an illusion, a mind trick Illyria played on him, but her skin turned out to be warm and soft. She felt real. Her big brown eyes were sparkling with love and Wesley couldn’t believe he was feeling her heart beat. This thought made him smile as he kissed her more passionately than he ever kissed her before.
Illyria walked a couple of steps toward them and studied the scene as if she was trying to see it from every possible angle. She was about to ask for an explanation when she realized that she was better to keep her mouth shut and to simply observe the scene.
Wesley was softly caressing Fred’s back and his hand made its way to the back of her neck. He had almost forgotten how good she tasted. He was ready to lose himself in this embrace when she gently pushed him away, gasping for air.
Illyria backed a little, frowned and opened her mouth to say something, but Wesley gave her a cold look that made her stop.
“Wes, you got to give me a moment to breathe!”, Fred whispered with a smile. “Wow, such passion… It’s like you haven’t kissed me in a month!”
Wesley studied her loving eyes. “You don’t remember?”, he asked softly.
“What should I remember?”, Fred asked him back.
“Nothing.” Sorrow filled Wesley’s eyes, which Fred immediately noticed.
“Oh, what’s wrong Wes?” She started rubbing the nape of his neck.
“Forget it. It’s nothing. I’m just happy to see you.” He glanced at Illyria who seemed more and more curious. He did not want to be reminded of the goddess’s presence; he simply wanted to enjoy the moment he could miraculously spend with the woman he loved. He had wished to see her one last time and here was his chance.
Fred leaned in closer to Wesley and started kissing his neck, which sent a shiver down his spine. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of her soft lips against his burning skin. With one hand she started undoing his shirt and caressed his chest. Then she slowly kept made her way down his chest kissing, liking and caressing his soft skin.
Wesley felt a wave of passion fill him. He wanted to let himself go and love Fred with all of his heart, soul and body. There was one thing stopping him: the presence of this parasite who kept staring at them. It was however the reason why he could touch Fred again and he did not know how long this moment would last, so he tried to forget Illyria’s presence.
He helped out of her shirt and kissed her soft breasts. They both lay down side by side on the bed as Wesley kept caressing her peachy skin. Fred closed her eyes, letting herself enjoy every touch she felt. Wesley could feel her heart beat accelerate.
Illyria was standing still as if she understood that she was better not to do anything that could distract them. She wanted to ask questions as she was starting to feel this very weird feeling inside of her, but she didn’t dare. She just kept on observing them.
Suddenly, Fred sat up straight and started undressing Wesley. Wesley was surprised at first, but he let her undress him completely. Illyria’s eyes widened as she observed his naked body. It was the first time she saw one that close to her and she desperately wanted to touch it. Soon after, Fred took off her skirt and Illyria took a step closer so she could admire the naked body. It felt weird for her to see such a perfect reproduction of her shell. Sure, she hated that shell, but she felt an odd attraction now that she was seeing it move in front of her eyes.
Fred kissed Wesley passionately as she slowly got on top of him. They were both aroused and burning with passion. Wesley let out a moan when he felt himself slide inside of Fred. She was so warm and comforting. Being inside of her once more was something he had never thought would happen. He closed his eyes when they watered at the thought that it was the last time he could be with Fred.
Illyria could feel Wesley’s sorrow which was more powerful than anything she ever felt while waves of love and passion were emanating from Fred. At first, she did not quite understand how they could have such conflicting feelings. As she dug deeper and deeper into what she felt coming from Wesley, she started understanding it more.
Fred kissed Wesley, smiled, and slowly started making love to him. She grabbed his hands and placed them so they would cup her firm breasts. He smiled as she arched her back and let out a moan. He then closed his eyes as she continued her rhythmic movements.
Illyria could only feel something cryptic coming from the two naked bodies in front of her. She was mesmerized by the perfect shape of Fred’s nipples and how her breasts were reacting to each movement. She walked up to Fred and rubbed her hand down Fred’s back.
Even though Fred could not see Illyria, she still felt a cold yet pleasant touch that gave her slight goosebumps and made her nipple harden. Illyria’s eyes widened at the bodily reaction while Wesley looked disapprovingly at her. She did not care about his reaction and she could feel something new inside of her, something warm. It was a feeling she had never felt before.
Illyria walked closer to Fred and tried to connect with what she was feeling. The chaotic waves of pleasure resonated all at once inside Illyria. She feeling was so strong that she let out a slight moan. It took her a couple of seconds to gain her focus back. She moved her face closer to Fred’s shoulder and kissed her neck. Instantly, she felt what her kiss had triggered inside Fred. She started caressing Fred’s back, then her nipples. Fred let out a louder moan and the feeling made Illyria dizzy.
Wesley was trying to focus his attention on Fred. He did not understand what Illyria was trying to do, but he did not care. The passion was too intense. It felt so good to be inside Fred that he did not want to waste a second of it.
Fred started moving faster which made everything Illyria was feeling increase. She started rubbing and squeezing Fred’s hard nipples which made both women moan loudly. It was like Illyria was touching herself, except that what she was feeling was filtered and amplified through someone else.
It was as if Fred was glowing, consumed with waves of pleasure. Illyria was drawn to the woman and she wanted to increase the pleasure she was feeling. She wanted to kiss and touch every inches of her body. She knew that Wesley was highly disturbed by her behavior, but he did not know that she could feel him inside of her as well and she did not want to let go of this feeling either.
Fred looked at Wesley and smiled. She had never looked more beautiful and he could have sold his soul just to stay in this moment with the woman he loved. He was trying to ignore Illyria’s presence since he knew that Fred could not see her. Oddly enough, Fred seemed to somehow react to what Illyria was doing to her, but he decided not to let himself be distracted by this thought.
Illyria could feel the couple’s pleasure, as well as her own, growing inside of her to an almost unbearable level. She caressed Fred more vigorously and slowly made her way to the exposed part of Fred’s vagina while she started sucking on her hard nipples. Fred’s body shivered at the cold touch, but was quickly warmed up by the pleasure that accompanied it.
Wesley was bothered and aroused at the sight of Fred making love to him as Illyria was also caressing her. He could feel he was about to reach the highest pleasure point he could reach as Fred started moaning louder and whispering his name.
Illyria felt that Fred’s pleasure was close to reaching its highest point. She wanted this pleasure to continue so she kept on caressing her, but even her movements were slowed down by the intensity of what she was feeling. Fred let out her loudest moan as she reached the climax of the pleasure. Wesley followed soon after, echoing inside Illyria as well. The feeling was so strong that it sent Illyria flying across the room where she lost consciousness.
When Illyria recovered her senses, the only thing she saw was Wesley lying on the bed, sobbing. She did not say a word because she knew that she had inflicted him the greatest pleasure and the worst torture by giving him one last moment with Fred. She could feel the extent of his pain and she had herself fallen under Fred’s charm. She curled up on the floor, feeling a mix of guilt and grief. She did understand more about what love was, but she also understood the extent of what her resurrection destroyed. She also knew that through her thirst for understanding she had allowed Wesley to love Fred one last time, but that moment had destroyed him, making him an empty shell worse than the one she occupied. He had truly lost himself.
Author: Dakina ivycrow
Characters: Fred/Wesley/Illyria
Summary: Illyria gives Wesley one last chance to see Fred.
Word Count:1862
Rating: NC-17/MA (depending on which rating system you know
Classified: Romance/sexuality
Author's Notes: I do not own the characters, they are a creation of Joss Whedon.
Also this is the first fan fiction I write, so any comments or feedbacks (both for this fanfic and/or future ones) are greatly welcome!
X-posted to: _illyria, fresliriafic, weslyria, wfsurvivors
The blue haired goddess stood in the doorway of Wesley’s bedroom, staring at him. She was determined to understand the mysteries of human love.
“You can’t seriously suggest such… nonsense!”, the ex-watcher muttered in a troubled voice. “It’s simply unthinkable!”
Illyria was confused by his reaction. “I don’t understand. You’ve been wishing to see her again since I got here?”
“Y-yes… I have…”, Wesley said in an irritated voice, “but, Fred is gone, and it’s not possible to bring her back…”
“What if it is?” The quiet and familiar voice almost whispered in Wesley’s ear and sent a chill down his spine. He turned his attention away from Illyria and froze at the sight. There she was, Winifred Burkle, the woman he loved, standing next to his bed. She was looking healthy and happy as she has always been. Tears filled Wesley’s eyes.
“Why are you torturing me with these filthy parlor tricks?” he asked the goddess infuriated.
Illyria answered in a cold voice. “These are not parlor tricks. I want to understand what love is.” She did not understand Wesley’s angst.
Wesley opened his mouth to protest, but no sound came out. He had felt Fred’s warm hand touch his cheek. He closed his eyes for a second and almost felt his heart tear in two pieces. When he turned to face Fred, she slowly pulled his face toward hers, gently wiping one of his tears with her thumb.
“What’s wrong baby? You’re crying…” Fred said in a soft, caring voice.
“Nothing,” Wesley replied, “I’m just happy to see you.”
The words made Fred smile. Wesley had forgotten how beautiful she was. He slowly reached to touch her. He was expecting her to be an illusion, a mind trick Illyria played on him, but her skin turned out to be warm and soft. She felt real. Her big brown eyes were sparkling with love and Wesley couldn’t believe he was feeling her heart beat. This thought made him smile as he kissed her more passionately than he ever kissed her before.
Illyria walked a couple of steps toward them and studied the scene as if she was trying to see it from every possible angle. She was about to ask for an explanation when she realized that she was better to keep her mouth shut and to simply observe the scene.
Wesley was softly caressing Fred’s back and his hand made its way to the back of her neck. He had almost forgotten how good she tasted. He was ready to lose himself in this embrace when she gently pushed him away, gasping for air.
Illyria backed a little, frowned and opened her mouth to say something, but Wesley gave her a cold look that made her stop.
“Wes, you got to give me a moment to breathe!”, Fred whispered with a smile. “Wow, such passion… It’s like you haven’t kissed me in a month!”
Wesley studied her loving eyes. “You don’t remember?”, he asked softly.
“What should I remember?”, Fred asked him back.
“Nothing.” Sorrow filled Wesley’s eyes, which Fred immediately noticed.
“Oh, what’s wrong Wes?” She started rubbing the nape of his neck.
“Forget it. It’s nothing. I’m just happy to see you.” He glanced at Illyria who seemed more and more curious. He did not want to be reminded of the goddess’s presence; he simply wanted to enjoy the moment he could miraculously spend with the woman he loved. He had wished to see her one last time and here was his chance.
Fred leaned in closer to Wesley and started kissing his neck, which sent a shiver down his spine. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of her soft lips against his burning skin. With one hand she started undoing his shirt and caressed his chest. Then she slowly kept made her way down his chest kissing, liking and caressing his soft skin.
Wesley felt a wave of passion fill him. He wanted to let himself go and love Fred with all of his heart, soul and body. There was one thing stopping him: the presence of this parasite who kept staring at them. It was however the reason why he could touch Fred again and he did not know how long this moment would last, so he tried to forget Illyria’s presence.
He helped out of her shirt and kissed her soft breasts. They both lay down side by side on the bed as Wesley kept caressing her peachy skin. Fred closed her eyes, letting herself enjoy every touch she felt. Wesley could feel her heart beat accelerate.
Illyria was standing still as if she understood that she was better not to do anything that could distract them. She wanted to ask questions as she was starting to feel this very weird feeling inside of her, but she didn’t dare. She just kept on observing them.
Suddenly, Fred sat up straight and started undressing Wesley. Wesley was surprised at first, but he let her undress him completely. Illyria’s eyes widened as she observed his naked body. It was the first time she saw one that close to her and she desperately wanted to touch it. Soon after, Fred took off her skirt and Illyria took a step closer so she could admire the naked body. It felt weird for her to see such a perfect reproduction of her shell. Sure, she hated that shell, but she felt an odd attraction now that she was seeing it move in front of her eyes.
Fred kissed Wesley passionately as she slowly got on top of him. They were both aroused and burning with passion. Wesley let out a moan when he felt himself slide inside of Fred. She was so warm and comforting. Being inside of her once more was something he had never thought would happen. He closed his eyes when they watered at the thought that it was the last time he could be with Fred.
Illyria could feel Wesley’s sorrow which was more powerful than anything she ever felt while waves of love and passion were emanating from Fred. At first, she did not quite understand how they could have such conflicting feelings. As she dug deeper and deeper into what she felt coming from Wesley, she started understanding it more.
Fred kissed Wesley, smiled, and slowly started making love to him. She grabbed his hands and placed them so they would cup her firm breasts. He smiled as she arched her back and let out a moan. He then closed his eyes as she continued her rhythmic movements.
Illyria could only feel something cryptic coming from the two naked bodies in front of her. She was mesmerized by the perfect shape of Fred’s nipples and how her breasts were reacting to each movement. She walked up to Fred and rubbed her hand down Fred’s back.
Even though Fred could not see Illyria, she still felt a cold yet pleasant touch that gave her slight goosebumps and made her nipple harden. Illyria’s eyes widened at the bodily reaction while Wesley looked disapprovingly at her. She did not care about his reaction and she could feel something new inside of her, something warm. It was a feeling she had never felt before.
Illyria walked closer to Fred and tried to connect with what she was feeling. The chaotic waves of pleasure resonated all at once inside Illyria. She feeling was so strong that she let out a slight moan. It took her a couple of seconds to gain her focus back. She moved her face closer to Fred’s shoulder and kissed her neck. Instantly, she felt what her kiss had triggered inside Fred. She started caressing Fred’s back, then her nipples. Fred let out a louder moan and the feeling made Illyria dizzy.
Wesley was trying to focus his attention on Fred. He did not understand what Illyria was trying to do, but he did not care. The passion was too intense. It felt so good to be inside Fred that he did not want to waste a second of it.
Fred started moving faster which made everything Illyria was feeling increase. She started rubbing and squeezing Fred’s hard nipples which made both women moan loudly. It was like Illyria was touching herself, except that what she was feeling was filtered and amplified through someone else.
It was as if Fred was glowing, consumed with waves of pleasure. Illyria was drawn to the woman and she wanted to increase the pleasure she was feeling. She wanted to kiss and touch every inches of her body. She knew that Wesley was highly disturbed by her behavior, but he did not know that she could feel him inside of her as well and she did not want to let go of this feeling either.
Fred looked at Wesley and smiled. She had never looked more beautiful and he could have sold his soul just to stay in this moment with the woman he loved. He was trying to ignore Illyria’s presence since he knew that Fred could not see her. Oddly enough, Fred seemed to somehow react to what Illyria was doing to her, but he decided not to let himself be distracted by this thought.
Illyria could feel the couple’s pleasure, as well as her own, growing inside of her to an almost unbearable level. She caressed Fred more vigorously and slowly made her way to the exposed part of Fred’s vagina while she started sucking on her hard nipples. Fred’s body shivered at the cold touch, but was quickly warmed up by the pleasure that accompanied it.
Wesley was bothered and aroused at the sight of Fred making love to him as Illyria was also caressing her. He could feel he was about to reach the highest pleasure point he could reach as Fred started moaning louder and whispering his name.
Illyria felt that Fred’s pleasure was close to reaching its highest point. She wanted this pleasure to continue so she kept on caressing her, but even her movements were slowed down by the intensity of what she was feeling. Fred let out her loudest moan as she reached the climax of the pleasure. Wesley followed soon after, echoing inside Illyria as well. The feeling was so strong that it sent Illyria flying across the room where she lost consciousness.
When Illyria recovered her senses, the only thing she saw was Wesley lying on the bed, sobbing. She did not say a word because she knew that she had inflicted him the greatest pleasure and the worst torture by giving him one last moment with Fred. She could feel the extent of his pain and she had herself fallen under Fred’s charm. She curled up on the floor, feeling a mix of guilt and grief. She did understand more about what love was, but she also understood the extent of what her resurrection destroyed. She also knew that through her thirst for understanding she had allowed Wesley to love Fred one last time, but that moment had destroyed him, making him an empty shell worse than the one she occupied. He had truly lost himself.