Title: Taking What We Want
Universe: Angel, Season 3.
Pairing: Fred/Gunn & Fred/Wes
Episodic Timeline: 3.20- A New World
Fred stopped at the base of the staircase. "You went to Wesley for me. He's the one who told you how to save me."
Gunn refused to look his girl in the eye. "Yeah, and he made it very clear. We can't go there again. None of us will be knocking on Wesley's door anytime soon." Gunn headed up the stairs leaving Fred in his wake.
There was a light knock on the door. Wesley glanced over, supposing who it would be. He pulled the door open only to have his supposition completely debased.
"Fred..." His voice was raspy, quiet. The blood pulsing through his veins suddenly seemed deafening.
Fred stood there quietly, seeming quite nervous. "Hey Wesley, can I...?" She gestured.
Wesley nodded. Fred came in and he shut the door behind her. They sat on opposite ends of the couch. Fred noticed that the blinds were drawn, making the place seem dark and dingy. And a bottle of amber liquid rested on the table in front of them; it was more than half gone. She took her gaze away from it; she didn't want to think about the pain he must've been feeling. But then again, how could she not? It was glaring her in the face, the last things she had said to him at the hospital, that he could never return to the hotel or Angel would kill him, and now here he was, all alone.
"Was there something...?" Wesley's rasped question brought Fred back to reality. She glanced up into his quizzical stare.
"I wanted to thank you, for saving my life." Fred said, staring down at her hands.
"How could I not?" Wesley replied, his question hanging in the air like an omen between them.
She scooted closer to him on the couch purposely, feeling much more than gratitude suddenly; she felt sorry for him. She felt a need to relieve his loneliness.
Wesley watched her movements. He was leery that after all this time this could manifest to more than just a friendly visit. He knew better than to allow himself such hope.
"God..." Fred's gentle touch brushed over the scar on his neck. He warmed instinctively at the touch. "I'm so sorry, Wesley."
He loved the way she said his name. Her touch lingered even after she had removed her fingers from his neck.
He meant to reply. To assure her that it was in no way her fault. To thank her just for being here, at this exact moment.
His eyes met hers. "Fred..." His lips wrapped lovingly around the name, before their lips touched in a soft kiss.
Fred startled, her eyes widening. "No," She began to protest. He pulled her into another kiss, a demanding kiss. His hands roamed areas of her that he had longed to touch, longed for years.
"Please." He rasped, finding uncertainty in her soft chocolate gaze.
Her fingers brushed his scar again. She nodded slowly and soon he was on top of her, pinning her to the couch, kissing her passionately, trailing needy kisses down her neck, along her collarbone, breathing soft words into her ear, "I've loved you for so long."
"I knew..." Fred replied softly. "All that time. I knew."
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