For newkind_oflove
It's funny how life, or unlife in my case, works. Last year Cordy had a vision about Gunn getting hurt and she saved him. Now they're off to Mexico together. They stopped hanging around at the hotel like they before. That left Wesley and I to entertain each other. A lot time spent sitting around in his office, talking about demons. Kind of reminded me of being with Spike, without the raping and pillaging of villages and virgins.
And Wesley doesn't know how many times I wanted to take him up to my bedroom.
Looking to the side, I see Fred looking at me from the garden. Fred. She became another part of us. It stopped being Wesley and I, and started becoming Wesley, Fred and I. And I started to feel the same way for Fred that I did for Wesley. I like having them here, and like the way they're warm and how they smell. Wes smells like donuts and tea, and Fred smells sweet. And they both smell like books.
My Wesley and my Fred, except they don't know that. And I'm not Angelus. I don't stake claim on people. Maybe they'll find happiness together.
My senses perk when I hear someone coming to the front door. It's Wesley and I know he's disappointed about something. Not only by his scent but by the way he's carrying himself. He walks in and continues to walk toward me. I open my mouth to say something but he doesn't stop and smacks into me. My hands automatically fly up and I grab his upper arms and hold him in place just as Fred slips back in.
"Are you okay, Wes?" I tighten my grip on his upper arms to make sure he doesn't fall over. "Where were you?"