Fred sat on her bed and stared at the open window. During breezy nights, she could smile the jasmine blowing in from the garden. She use to love it, but now it reminded her of what had happened - having to fight for her life as her friends hunted her down. Fred knew it wasn't their fault, and didn't blame them though
( ... )
Wesley wasn't sure whether to offer an apology for what had happened with Jasmine or jump right in and talk to her for the reason he was there. So instead, he stood there for several moments, just staring at her in her pyjamas, holding the small stuffed bunny in her arms, suddenly wishing very much that that was him. Finally, he shook himself out of his stupor, giving her a nod as he entered her room, looking around for a moment while she shut the door behind him
( ... )
Fred watched as Wesley crossed the room, and sat down on her bed. This was the first time he'd been in her new room. When her parents had visited the year before, she moved to a different room while the other one was painted. And a few weeks ago, she moved again because she couldn't sleep in the same room Gunn and her had shared. But she didn't want to think about Gunn at the moment. Fred only wanted to concentrate on Wesley
( ... )
When she lay her hand on his arm, Wesley closed his eyes for a moment, reaching over to rest his own hand over hers. He recalled how everything had been with Fred when both of them had been under Jasmine's happiness influence, how blissful and wonderful it had been, sharing kisses. And then Jasmine had convinced them that something was wrong with Fred and he had chased after her. He was glad that she didn't blame him despite it all. He didn't think he could have beared it if she had. And she was probably right about what would have happened had their positions been reversed
( ... )
While Wesley was speaking to the man, Fred had went over to the weapons cabinet. "It's a Befla'ge demon," she said, glancing at Wesley. "Remember we killed one in the sewer last year before...well, before Darla showed up." A grimace covered her face and she gave Wesley an apologetic look. She didn't know if he liked talking about who things were before what happened with Justine, Holtz and Connor
( ... )
Wesley nodded at Fred's reminder of their last run in with a Befla'ge demon, seeing the look on her face. He sighed softly and wondered if there would ever be a time where they'd be able to talk about things that came...before without either of them thinking about what had happened in between. Pushing up off the floor, he took the sword from her, impressed once again with her memory
( ... )
"Wesley?" Fred whispered in the darkness as her hand started to shake. It wasn't like him to just up and leave her. Something had to have happened, and she didn't like that he just disappeared. Taking a shaky breath, she continued down the tunnels, trying hard not to cry or scream out for him
( ... )
What did you do, boy? Magic is not to be messed with! That bird should have stayed dead!
I'm sorry, Wesley, love. I wish I could--that's your father. Get back to your studies.
We're sending you to Sunnydale to replace Rupert Giles as Watcher to both Buffy Summers and Faith Lehane. We're placing a lot of trust in you with this assignment.
You're just going to mess it up, boy. Just like you always do.
You have the emotional maturity of a blueberry scone.
Hey, Wooly Boy!
I'll kill you!
You really have changed.
She'll never know you the way I do.
I think this is the part where I'm supposed to say I'm sorry, and I'm really trying to be, but, Fred, I can't.
I know, Wesley...I know...
And I don't want to lose you to them.
In all honesty...you're the only thing I want.
Wesley!
Come on, Wesley, you survived more, you can't die now. You can't die. I love you and you can't leave me.He wasn't sure what had happened at first, but his chest burned, and with a gasp, his eyes flew open. With a cough, he began to heave, his body
( ... )
Fred wanted to tell Wesley to just forget about what she'd asked him. She had never been so embarrassed in her entire life and she wanted to hide away. Suddenly, she felt his hand in hers and he was walking them to the bathroom. Her eyes widen a little at all of this and she had to take a few deep breaths. "Okay," was all she could manage to say
( ... )
When they reached the bathroom, Wesley stopped, suddenly at a loss. He was here, about to take a shower with Fred. Fred. He turned to look at her, seeing her about to pull up her shirt, his breath catching. Then she paused
( ... )
Fred bit her bottom lip and waited. She waited from him to dismiss the scars, much like Gunn had. Instead, she felt his fingers unclasp her bra, and she felt it slip off her shoulders. When he said his words, she opened her mouth to contradict them but when Fred felt Wesley's lips on her lower back, she sighed. "Wesley..." she whispered before turning around
( ... )
Remaining where he was, kneeling on the floor, Wesley sat back a little, looking up at her, feeling himself beginning to harden, his boxers becoming tighter. Then she removed her jeans and her panties, leaving her completely nude, and he let out a groan. Oh God, she was so beautiful. Everything he had dreamed. Everything he had wanted
( ... )
The kiss caused little shockwaves to run down her spine. Fred held it as long as she could, her hand on the back of his neck and her fingers slipping through his wet hair. When they parted, she stared up at him. He was so beautiful and he was hers. And Fred wanted him forever
( ... )
Fred was so amazing, responsive and beautiful, and Wesley felt like he could stay inside her always, holding her and making love to her. All he had truly ever wanted was right there in her. Closing his eyes, he focused on the feel of her around him, underneath him, with him
( ... )
Fred groaned when she felt Wesley's warmth flood into her. Things were going to be different between them now and she was looking forward to all of it. Taking a deep breath, she held Wesley against her as she tried to slow her breathing. "That was...amazing," she said as she nuzzled his shoulder
( ... )
His chest was heaving slightly, both from the overwhelming feelings of the moment and a bit from the residual breathing difficulties he had at being revived by Fred down in the sewer. So Wesley rested her head against her shoulder as she held him. That had been amazing, he thought in agreement. One of the most amazing moments in his life - one he had once thought would never happen
( ... )
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I'm sorry, Wesley, love. I wish I could--that's your father. Get back to your studies.
We're sending you to Sunnydale to replace Rupert Giles as Watcher to both Buffy Summers and Faith Lehane. We're placing a lot of trust in you with this assignment.
You're just going to mess it up, boy. Just like you always do.
You have the emotional maturity of a blueberry scone.
Hey, Wooly Boy!
I'll kill you!
You really have changed.
She'll never know you the way I do.
I think this is the part where I'm supposed to say I'm sorry, and I'm really trying to be, but, Fred, I can't.
I know, Wesley...I know...
And I don't want to lose you to them.
In all honesty...you're the only thing I want.
Wesley!
Come on, Wesley, you survived more, you can't die now. You can't die. I love you and you can't leave me.He wasn't sure what had happened at first, but his chest burned, and with a gasp, his eyes flew open. With a cough, he began to heave, his body ( ... )
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