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hereEven though we've been walking without speaking for several minutes, the warmth of Wesley's hand holding mine is comforting, something that seems tangible after all the craziness we've been through in the last day...week...month...year. Years, even. At least there's something a bit normal in my life again
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"Wes...are you...? Are you okay? I know this has been one insanely nutty night - I mean, it's not every day that you have a twin created from an sabotaged experiment because some psycho nutball I should have sacked months ago decided to go serial killer and then have to send him off to some unknown hell dimension before watching a heart-to-heart breakdown in a Dennys parking lot."
No one makes a sentence sound more amazing, quite like my dear Fred. I wonder sometimes when she breaths, though.
"Well, I think we know how I'm taking all this."
Smiling gently at her, I bring her hand up to my lips and kiss it. "I'm fine, love. We've all had a bit of craziness today. But, at least, everyone's okay. That's what matters. I do have to admit, though, that Faith took me by surprise. Did she say anything to you, when you ran after her? I've never seen her get that upset." Well, that's not exactly accurate, but I' ( ... )
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I look down at my feet for a moment as we continue walking, cutting across the grass to get to the main road leading to my place.
"She asked if I realized how much you loved me and...other things. Thought that...the other you didn't give a damn about what happened between them last night. She cares about you - both of you - and what happened with the other Wesley really...it meant more to her than I think she wanted to admit."
Sighing, I push my hair back from my face to tuck behind my ear and look up at him. Faith's words ring in my ears, and I find myself thinking about our own relationship. We never talked about what happened between us last year, and he never asked me what actually made me finally come to him after so long ( ... )
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"Obviously, Faith has changed more than I realized. I knew she was different, but I never would have guessed she cared so much about me. Then again, most of the time, I didn't know what Faith felt, regardless how she would act."
We approach the road that leads to Fred's apartment, when she decides to explain her inability to deal with her own feelings in regards to me. She appears to get more and more upset the more she says, and I realize how confused Fred was during the past two years.
"I told you I love you, Wes. What I didn't tell you is that I've loved you for a long time now. I just couldn't face it because I was afraid of how complex and deep and...wonderful it would be. I couldn't face that until Cordelia's visit made me ( ... )
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I want to tell him that it's hard not to blame myself when I had to make choices that meant the difference between life and death for so long, when I made choices that caused people to get hurt. For crying out loud, Knox almost killed him because I allowed the little weasel to convince me he wasn't evil and let him get close to me.
But when Wesley cups my face in his hands and kisses me like that, the way that makes me go melty and tingly all over, it all doesn't seem to matter anymore. I really can believe him that the mistakes I made are in the past.
"We have now, and that's all you need to be thinking about. We're together; nothing will change that, I promise."I reach up and place my hands over his, taking a deep breath. I never want to let him go. I've never felt this connected to anyone ever in my life, and for once, I don't feel like I'm trying to find my ( ... )
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I hear her shirt hit the floor just before Fred's arms wrap around me, and I can feel the warmth of her cheek through my clothing.
"Would you--would you like to join me? The bath is big enough for both of us, and you could probably use it too after the night we've had."
I'm very glad, at the moment, that she is behind me, because I know I must be turning red as a radish at her suggestion. "Um...well. I, uh, wanted to do something special for you, love. I--drew the bath for you, not me. I just..." I can't seem to get a coherent sentence out of my mouth.
Bloody hell.
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Giving him a kiss on his back, I pull away and unzip my corduroys, pushing them down my legs with my underpants.
"Could you help me in?" I ask.
He takes my hand and supports me as I step into the tub. The water feels so good, so warm. With a sigh, I sit down, not letting go of his hand even once I'm covered by the water and bubbles. This is so wonderful - it feels like it's been years since I had a bath like this ( ... )
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