Gunn/Fred/Wesley AU
Yeah, so tesla321 and I, we've been messing around in each other's 'verses. She's posted a sweet behind the scenes look at "On Location in Egypt" Faith/Lindsey over here. I've retaliated by stealing away borrowing Gunn/Fred/Wesley from her hilarious "Material Girl" Anyaverse series. I wrote a little peek at the morning after a very special night before, which she's been kind enough to post in her LJ.
AnyaWorld Flashback.
Of course it didn't take long for somebody to crack. And logically that someone was... well, it was Gunn.
"We gonna talk about this?" he asked, leaning in the office doorway, arms crossed. The skinny geniuses hunched over their stack of rare Fak'jer'ubop demon prophecies jumped about a mile in a pretty damned impressive display of synchronicity, bespectacled eyes darting about in search of viable exits. Too bad Gunn was blocking the only one.
"Um, talk?" Wesley asked in a pathetically transparent ploy to buy some time. "Is, ah... is something on your mind, Gunn?"
Fred just shuffled some papers, intently looking anywhere but at the two men with whom she'd done a number of illegal things the night before.
They'd also smoked some weed.
"Why, yes Wesley, now that you mention it." Gunn laid on a nice, thick coating of sarcasm. "As a matter of fact, there is something on my mind. You might remember the topic, since it took place last night."
Wesley looked to Fred for assistance, but she avoided his gaze just as studiously as Gunn's. And, of course, there was still the slight issue of the six foot two man blocking the exit. Wesley decided he'd best give in with some semblance of grace. "Last night, yes. I do believe I... I do believe I recall. Perhaps it would be best if we moved this discussion someplace more appropriate."
"English, we can take this anywhere you like." Gunn abandoned the doorway and perched on a relatively prophecy-free corner of the desk. Fred moved some papers aside to accomodate him. She seemed to be muttering some sort of formulae under her breath, and Gunn felt a sudden pang of concern. Maybe the whole ambush thing hadn't been the best way to go about this. "Hey," he said, pitching his voice softly, tilting his head sideways in an attempt to catch her eye. "You okay there?"
She nodded, a quick up and down motion of her head. Those damn prophecies must be really fascinating, since she managed not to take her eyes off them the whole time.
Wesley closed the door, taking the precaution of locking it. Wouldn't do to have one's employers bursting in at an inappropriate moment, suddenly and uncharacteristically eager to hear all about Fak'jer'ubop demons. "Last night, yes. Well." He cleared his throat. "Is there anything in particular you would like to discuss regarding our... our activities?"
"'Activities?' Are you still high? We had sex, English! Sex. All three of us. And if neither of you wants to talk about it 'cause you'd rather just pretend nothing happened, that's... well. That's a hell of a disappointment, and I would have expected more from you. If you two want to pretend last night never happened--"
"Never happened?!" There was an agitated flush high on Fred's cheeks, her hair was rumpled and her glasses askew. "Never happened?!"
Two pairs of eyes swung in her direction, Gunn and Wesley both stunned into speechlessness.
"Forget havin' a toke, I haven't had sex in five years! Five years, you guys! I was huddled in a cave eating scavenged bits of roots and berries, and every night I would dream of tacos and weed and SEX, and last night I had all three of 'em at once, if you count the carryout Charles brought over at noon--and I would never have imagined Wesley would have such creative uses for those leftover hot sauce packets!" She broke off, shoved her glasses back into place, and took a deep breath. "Last night was the best night of my life. I don't want to pretend it never happened. I just wanna know if we can do it again."
There was a beat as the two men took that in, and Gunn felt all the air rush back into the room in a surge of relief.
"You don't... really?" Wesley seemed genuinely puzzled for a moment. "You two don't just want to..." He made a vague sort of motion with his hand.
Gunn frowned. "Want to what?"
"Well, you know. Carry... well, just carry on without me."
Gunn and Fred exchanged glances. "Carry on without you?" Fred exclaimed. "What would give you that idea?"
"I'm not naive, you know." Wesley snapped. "I've seen the way you two look at each other. Not once have I seen that kind of look leveled at me."
Gunn rolled his eyes. "That's because your fool British nose has been buried in a book everytime you've gotten one of those looks. You know how you get when there's a fresh prophecy."
"What? But you never said anything, I didn't--"
"Wesley?" Fred interjected. "Shut up and kiss us."
Well, Gunn reflected as he was pulled into the most improbable kiss of his life, at least the man has enough sense to follow orders.
And he was pretty sure there was still at least one packet of hot sauce somewhere in the office.
AnyaWorld Flashback.
Of course it didn't take long for somebody to crack. And logically that someone was... well, it was Gunn.
"We gonna talk about this?" he asked, leaning in the office doorway, arms crossed. The skinny geniuses hunched over their stack of rare Fak'jer'ubop demon prophecies jumped about a mile in a pretty damned impressive display of synchronicity, bespectacled eyes darting about in search of viable exits. Too bad Gunn was blocking the only one.
"Um, talk?" Wesley asked in a pathetically transparent ploy to buy some time. "Is, ah... is something on your mind, Gunn?"
Fred just shuffled some papers, intently looking anywhere but at the two men with whom she'd done a number of illegal things the night before.
They'd also smoked some weed.
"Why, yes Wesley, now that you mention it." Gunn laid on a nice, thick coating of sarcasm. "As a matter of fact, there is something on my mind. You might remember the topic, since it took place last night."
Wesley looked to Fred for assistance, but she avoided his gaze just as studiously as Gunn's. And, of course, there was still the slight issue of the six foot two man blocking the exit. Wesley decided he'd best give in with some semblance of grace. "Last night, yes. I do believe I... I do believe I recall. Perhaps it would be best if we moved this discussion someplace more appropriate."
"English, we can take this anywhere you like." Gunn abandoned the doorway and perched on a relatively prophecy-free corner of the desk. Fred moved some papers aside to accomodate him. She seemed to be muttering some sort of formulae under her breath, and Gunn felt a sudden pang of concern. Maybe the whole ambush thing hadn't been the best way to go about this. "Hey," he said, pitching his voice softly, tilting his head sideways in an attempt to catch her eye. "You okay there?"
She nodded, a quick up and down motion of her head. Those damn prophecies must be really fascinating, since she managed not to take her eyes off them the whole time.
Wesley closed the door, taking the precaution of locking it. Wouldn't do to have one's employers bursting in at an inappropriate moment, suddenly and uncharacteristically eager to hear all about Fak'jer'ubop demons. "Last night, yes. Well." He cleared his throat. "Is there anything in particular you would like to discuss regarding our... our activities?"
"'Activities?' Are you still high? We had sex, English! Sex. All three of us. And if neither of you wants to talk about it 'cause you'd rather just pretend nothing happened, that's... well. That's a hell of a disappointment, and I would have expected more from you. If you two want to pretend last night never happened--"
"Never happened?!" There was an agitated flush high on Fred's cheeks, her hair was rumpled and her glasses askew. "Never happened?!"
Two pairs of eyes swung in her direction, Gunn and Wesley both stunned into speechlessness.
"Forget havin' a toke, I haven't had sex in five years! Five years, you guys! I was huddled in a cave eating scavenged bits of roots and berries, and every night I would dream of tacos and weed and SEX, and last night I had all three of 'em at once, if you count the carryout Charles brought over at noon--and I would never have imagined Wesley would have such creative uses for those leftover hot sauce packets!" She broke off, shoved her glasses back into place, and took a deep breath. "Last night was the best night of my life. I don't want to pretend it never happened. I just wanna know if we can do it again."
There was a beat as the two men took that in, and Gunn felt all the air rush back into the room in a surge of relief.
"You don't... really?" Wesley seemed genuinely puzzled for a moment. "You two don't just want to..." He made a vague sort of motion with his hand.
Gunn frowned. "Want to what?"
"Well, you know. Carry... well, just carry on without me."
Gunn and Fred exchanged glances. "Carry on without you?" Fred exclaimed. "What would give you that idea?"
"I'm not naive, you know." Wesley snapped. "I've seen the way you two look at each other. Not once have I seen that kind of look leveled at me."
Gunn rolled his eyes. "That's because your fool British nose has been buried in a book everytime you've gotten one of those looks. You know how you get when there's a fresh prophecy."
"What? But you never said anything, I didn't--"
"Wesley?" Fred interjected. "Shut up and kiss us."
Well, Gunn reflected as he was pulled into the most improbable kiss of his life, at least the man has enough sense to follow orders.
And he was pretty sure there was still at least one packet of hot sauce somewhere in the office.