The Long, Winding Road Home
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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"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'm suddenly submerged in soapy water...with Fred.
I sputter and spit bubbles, and she starts to giggle.
"Whoops...Guess you might as well stay in here with me now."
I scowl at the mess around us, but her face lights up with such joy when she laughs, and when she does that, the joy fills me too. So...I burst out laughing as well.
I'm here, finally here with my beautiful Winifred. We're alone and together, and I've never felt so happy in my life.
I move to rid myself of my drenched clothes, since it's ridiculous to leave them on. "I suppose I should get a bit more comfortable."
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Down, girl.
"I suppose I should get a bit more comfortable."
Oh, yes. Definitely. Shifting, I move a bit closer to him in the water and reach out to start lifting up his sopping wet pullover. "Allow me."
After I pull it over his head and drop it onto the tile floor with a squelch, I reach for his khakis, sliding the zipper down. Can't see anything with all the bubbles, but my mind is doing just fine with providing the details, thank you very much. Getting the trousers and boxers off him proves to be an adventure with both of us moving around in the water, splashing it everywhere.
Finally, though, he's divested of his clothing, and I'm sitting in between his legs. Grinning at him, I rest against him and take a handful of bubbles to blow into the air.
"Hmmmm...I think I really like this."
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My breath hitches in my chest when she sits, scissored between my legs, blowing bubbles about.
She's never looked more beautiful and full of life.
"Hmmmm...I think I really like this."
"Yes, this is rather relaxing, isn't it?" Good lord, why am I so tense? I've dreamed of being with Fred like this for so long, and now that it has come true, I've suddenly forgotten how to enjoy the company of a woman.
It's all so surreal.
I'm sitting...in a bath...with Winifred Burkle.
Perhaps I've been hit over the head by a blunt object, and I'm dreaming? Yes, yes; that's it. I'm dreaming.
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There's something odd in the sound of his voice. Twisting around, I look into his eyes - he seems a bit dazed, a lot like he did when I kissed him in his office. Like he can't believe this is happening or something.
"Wesley?" I say softly, running my hand up his chest. I can feel his heart pounding and the way his breath hitches when I touch him and wonder if he thinks I'm gonna disappear along with the bubbles.
No way am I going to leave him if I can help it. Not after everything it took just to get here in the first place. I'm not gonna hurt him ever again either, and if anyone else tries to hurt him, they're going to be in huge trouble. Trish Burkle's daughter knows how to drive a bus too...well, metaphorically speaking.
Turning to face him, I straddle his legs, pressing myself against him.
"I love you, you know."
With that, I lean in to kiss him deeply, hoping he can tell how much I really want him. Both right now and in my life.
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"My beloved, my book man, my magic man"
Tears spring to my eyes as happiness, joy, and love spread through my body.
This is it. She's guiding me into her, and we're really going to do this now.
All the dreams, all the hopes, all the waiting has come down to this moment.
I gently push forward, entering her inch by inch until I'm all the way inside. I wait until she's adjusted to my size before starting a rocking motion. "My love forever," I whisper, leaning on my arms to cover my mouth with hers, raising her legs higher up on my back to increase penetration.
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He's inside me. We're here together in my room finally after so long, and he's inside me, and he feels so good.
"My love forever."
I feel my eyes tear up as he says that before kissing me again and grasping my legs. Then he moves deeper in me, and I gasp into his mouth, my whole body feeling all tingly and shuddery.
"Oh God, Wes, love you," I moan, arching my head back when we finally have to break the kiss so we can breathe. I don't want him to stop; I never want him to stop because it feels so good to be here with him like this, wrapped together, all friction and heat...and love. I want to stop the world in this moment even as we keep moving together, and...
Ohhhhh.
Wrapping my arms around him, I tangle my fingers in his short hair, pulling his head down for another kiss before the world spins away, and my body quakes, and I barely remember calling his out his name.
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"Oh God, Wes, love you"
"Oh, my beautiful Winifred. I love you, too."
She pulls me down for another mind-numbing kiss, and a gasp escapes my lips as her inner walls squeeze, and the action spurs my own release right along with hers. Her body bows off the bed, then she sighs and goes limp in my arms. I brush a few strands of hair away from her sweaty forehead, and whisper, "Sleep now, my love," droppin' a kiss to her sweet lips and moving to lie beside her on the bed.
She hums and smiles with her eyes closed, so I spoon behind her and pull the quilt over us. Wrapping my arms about her waist, I drift off to sleep as well.
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But then, they take a darker turn, first going to Knox and what we had done to him. And then...to what would have happened had we not stopped him. First, I see Wesley dying, swallowed up in the light of my experiment, taken from me without a word. But then it gets worse, and instead of Wesley dying, I dream of something eating me from the inside out, taking me over, burning me out while Wesley watched. It's cold and dark and I'm spiraling into nothingness, losing myself as a creature as old and ancient as the world itself speaks with my voice...
It's all right, Winifred, a voice - a male voice I don't recognize - says to me. Daddy's here. The monsters won't get you as long as I'm around. Your daddy loves you.Gasping softly, I ( ... )
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"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."
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"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.
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"Your tea's gonna get cold"
Looking into her eyes, I momentarily forget about my tea, but then, I realize that the breakfast I worked so hard to prepare for her is still on the table, and my attention is steered towards it, instead.
"As is your breakfast, love. The breakfast I slaved and sweated over, I might add."
I wink at her, playfully, taking her hands in mine and putting on my best disingenuous look. "Why, Ms. Burkle are you trying to seduce me?"
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Oh...he's so asking for it with that smile of his and that way he looks in that robe, showing his chest and being all sexy and...
Well, two can definitely play at this game.
"Why, Mister Wyndam-Pryce, whatever gave you that idea?" I ask, slipping my hand gently from his and walking over to the table to sit back down, hitching my nightshirt up so all my leg is showing while I run my foot up and down the table leg. I pick up my fork and take another bite of my pancakes and the lick the leftover syrup off it before licking my lips.
I've definitely never acted this way around guys like this before. There's just something about Wesley that makes me do this, I swear.
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