The Long, Winding Road Home

[sciencegrl_fred]

Continued from 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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[_hot_wesley_]

I'm not certain how long I sleep, but when I awaken, the sun is higher in the sky which makes me assume that it was a good two hours or two. Fred is still resting peacefully in my arms, but a thought occurs to me and I realize that she and I have yet to eat breakfast. We were, of course, prepared to dine with my brother and Faith, but due to what happened in the parking lot, we thought it better to leave them be. Now, I'm rather hungry, and I'd bet Fred is as well

[sciencegrl_fred]

I'm not sure when exactly I fell asleep again, but this time, I didn't have any memorable dreams

[_hot_wesley_]

I grin to myself when I hear Fred enter the kitchen. I'm sure I must look quite silly in her robe, if her giggles are anything to go by.

"Guess I didn't think about the clothes situation when I pulled you into the tub, huh?"

Feigning hurt, I reply, "You mean, you don't like my outfit? And here I thought it was rather becoming." Placing the warm pancakes onto a dish, I move over to the table, pulling out a chair for her to sit in. The pancakes join the fresh fruit, margarine, syrup, and orange juice already set out.

"Breafast is served, my lady."

[sciencegrl_fred]

"Breakfast is served, my lady."

"Why thank you, gentle sir," I say as I sit down and look at the food that he's prepared. "This all looks amazing, Wesley." Picking up a piece of fruit, I pop it in my mouth and gaze over at him as he sits down across from me.

The robe is falling open, showing his chest. I swallow the piece of fruit, just watching him as he serves several of the pancakes onto my plate. I think I'm going to have to make it a rule that he wears that whenever he's here because dear god, my man is so pretty half-naked, even when he's covered in pigs and cows. I'm also thinking how much fun it would be to take that robe off him. Right here. On the table.

Suddenly, I realize that he's waiting for me to taste the breakfast he's made. Pushing my naughty thoughts aside, I put some margarine and syrup on the pancakes and then pick up my fork and take a bite.

"Mmmmm," I tell him a smile. "Good."

Cutting off another portion, I spear it with my fork and hold it out to him.

[_hot_wesley_]

I'm quite pleased when she approves of the food. I am, however, taken off-guard as Fred offers some of the breakfast I've prepared by holding out a forkful to me. I've not experienced with this kind of relationship, because my meals with Virgina usually entailed going out to a five-star resturant with an entourage of admirers staring at us. Not much room to feed each other in that situation, now is there

[sciencegrl_fred]

"Fred, darling? What precisely are you doing with this is your kitchen? Are you having a hot affair with another Englishman behind my back?"

I try not to choke on my last bite of pancake as I hold back a snort of laughter. Just for that... "Why, yes, in fact. I have this young British gentleman around to service me once a week, and he happens to like that brand of tea." I can't hold back my laughter anymore and crumple my napkin to toss at him. "I bought it for you, silly. I...I kinda...raided your cupboard at work to see what kind of tea you liked and bought it when I went shopping yesterday before I came into work. Was hoping you'd be staying over soon at all."

I suddenly realized that I'm blushing like crazy. Don't know why - I'm not the one standing in the middle of the kitchen wearing pigs and cows! Putting my fork down, I get up and walk over to him just as the tea kettle starts to whistle.

"After all, there's only one Englishman I want to have a hot affair with, you know."

[_hot_wesley_]

"Why, yes, in fact. I have this young British gentleman around to service me once a week, and he happens to like that brand of tea."

I furrow my brow at her reply, until I realize that she's joking...and throwing her napkin at me. Which, I might add, I catch in my hand without blinking. Just because she caught me off guard doesn't mean I'm not alert enough to react to a projectile coming my way.

"I bought it for you, silly. I...I kinda...raided your cupboard at work to see what kind of tea you liked and bought it when I went shopping yesterday before I came into work. Was hoping you'd be staying over soon at all."

"Well then, that's a completely different matter, entirely. And I suppose I should thank you for thinking so far in advance," I say, retrieving the kettle from the stove, trying desperately to cover up my horrible attempt at humor.

"After all, there's only one Englishman I want to have a hot affair with, you know."That makes the kettle freeze in mid-pour. I glance over at her a few feet away, moving to my side, a

[sciencegrl_fred]

"Good, because there's only one lovely lady from Texas that I want to be with."

I smile into the kiss and run my hand up his collarbone to wrap around his neck, closing the distance between us. The tea is balanced precariously in his hand by this point, so I take the cup from him and put it down on the counter before wrapping my other arm around him and kissing him deeper.

The robe feels all fuzzy under my fingers, and all I want to do at the moment is push it off him. Push it off him and push him down on the table and climb on top of him.

When the heck did I get to be so horny?

I finally get up the will power to break the kiss and pull away, looking into his eyes, my fingers trailing over the robe lapels to his chest.

"Your tea's gonna get cold," I whisper.