A/N I Just wanted to thank everyone so far for the reviews for my first
Angel fiction! You gave me the courage to write more. This will be my last
update for a week, as I am away on a week's vacation.
Chapter 5
Gunn hurriedly made his way down the corridor, he had been intrigued when Wes had called him earlier on his cell phone, he made his way up to Wesley's office, almost bumping into the aforementioned as he was leaving it.
"Charles! Excellent you made it," said Wesley.
"I can fit you in for a couple of hours, what's this all about?" asked Gunn, looking at the very expensive watch, strapped to his wrist.
"All will be revealed," said Wesley.
"Ok, so where are we headed?" asked Gunn.
"Fred's office, I tried calling her a few minutes ago, but there was no answer," Said Wesley.
"You know what Fred's like when she gets caught up in something, the outside world just ceases to exist," said Gunn.
Wesley smiled at the truth of Gunn's words. Things were a little better between the two of them lately, especially since they had both stopped competing against each other for Fred's affections. They both entered the elevator, the doors closed on them as they headed for the floor that Fred's lab was situated on.
"She's certainly putting in over time for this Spike guy," observed Gunn.
That was exactly what Wesley was afraid of.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Fred sat atop her desk, every fibre of her being, trembled in anticipation of his touch. Spike walked toward her slowly, his hips gently swaying. He licked his lips, her eyes riveted to the movement of his tongue; she wondered what it would feel like against her skin. He was the bad boy your mother warned you about. Hell, being vampire still in essence, he'd be the bad boy everyone would warn you about! Thought Fred.
But strangely, she did not fear him; Angel seemed pretty down on him a lot of the time, but she'd seen nothing to explain why, okay so he'd been a little whiney, when he'd first returned, but who wouldn't be, especially after what Spike had been through.
All rational thought fled from Fred's very intelligent mind as Spike came to a stop, just millimetres from her, which was in her opinion, still too far away. He looked her up and down, the heat of his gaze, turning her brain to mush.
Angel had warned her about Spike's charm and good looks, but she wasn't as naïve as the rest of the gang obviously thought, she knew exactly what she was getting herself into. Fred closed her eyes in anticipation, Spike tilted her head back, to trail little kisses down her throat, Fred's hands itched to touch him back, he looked like he was well made from what she had seen of him, it was very frustrating to be only able to feel and not to be able to lay a hand on him.
As he parted the edges of her blouse to expose her red satin bra. Fred shivered a little, as the cooler air hit her skin
"What's a good girl like you doing, wearing such sinful undies?" he purred appreciatively.
"Guess you don't know as much about me as you think," she said.
Fred took off her glasses and unbound her hair from the ribbon that secured it,
"You're beautiful," he stated.
"So are you," she returned shyly.
He smiled at her before lowering his head, placing kisses on her collarbone and slowly working his way lower, and his lips were at the edge of her bra, teasing her, Spike looked up at her in satisfaction at her flushed cheeks, he'd been right when he'd mockingly told Angel that he thought that Fred looked a bit of a goer, what would she do to him with those hands if he were fully corporeal?
Spike growled low in his throat, this was all a little one sided for him, with Fred not being able to touch him in return, but it didn't mean he wasn't enjoying himself. God, what he would do if he had a real body, he thought as he captured her lips, with his own.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Lorne sat at his desk and fanned himself, he didn't know what was happening, but he was feeling some pretty heavy sexual vibes in Wolfram and Hart at the moment and he was more than certain that it had nothing to do with the fact he'd just had the entire staff of the mailroom come and sing for him. He was slowly working his way through the entire staff of W&H, they had already had to fire several of the more evil employees, since Angel had taken charge, as well as that, they also now had to drug test the workers, just in case they were using the same drug that guy Royce had used, to slip past the net.
Lorne reached over and switched on his desk fan. Angel knocked on the door and entered,
"What is it big guy?" asked Lorne.
Angel didn't answer, he closed the door and came to sit on the edge of Lorne's desk.
"Is it Spike?" asked Lorne.
"When isn't it?" asked Angel.
"I have to admit, I kinda like the guy, okay he's a little rough around the edges, but he seems pretty harmless," said Lorne.
Lorne turned up the setting on his desk fan.
"What's with the fan, you are you sick or something?" asked Angel.
Lorne looked edgy, if a couple of W&H employees wanted to get hot and heavy during a break, who was he to judge, he certainly didn't want to be the means of someone losing their jobs, just because they couldn't keep their hands to themselves during work hours.
"No," said Lorne.
"Come on, there's something you're not telling me," insisted Angel,
Lorne sighed.
"Someone got out of the wrong side of the penthouse this morning," replied Lorne.
"Lorne!" said Angel warningly.
"Ok, Mr Broody, keep your hair gel on, if you must know, there's a couple of Wolfram and Hart employees getting sweaty as we speak, probably grabbing a quickie in some stationery cupboard or other," said Lorne.
Angel frowned, he hadn't been here five minutes, and already the staff seemed to think him some kind of soft touch, well he was going to prove them wrong, sometimes people had to be made an example of, so the others got the idea just what kind of ship he was running around here.
"Get on the case Lorne, find out who it is, and bring them to my office," said Angel.
"But I have a meeting with Nicole in half an hour," protested Lorne.
"Cancel it, I am sure she'll understand," said Angel.
He got up and left Lorne's office, after he'd left Lorne gave him a mock salute.
"Nicole's not the one I am worried about, boss," said Lorne.
He reached for his phone, being head of the entertainment department, was not all it was cracked up to be, especially with all these outside distractions.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Wes and Gunn entered Fred's lab, the assistants were busy working on some project or another, and Knox looked up from his workstation as they came in.
"Hi, you here to see Fred?" asked Knox.
"Yeah, is she here?" asked Gunn.
"She's in her office," said Knox.
"Well, we'll just go straight up then," said Wesley.
"I'm not sure Miss Burkle wants to be disturbed right now, she's working on something big," said Knox.
"She'll want to see us," said Gunn.
"But.." Said Knox.
They walked up the steps to Fred's office; Gunn turned the handle of the door, he pushed at it, but nothing happened.
"Strange that Fred would lock her office," said Wesley.
"Yeah, even if she was catching some zzz's, I wouldn't have thought she'd have reason to lock the door," said Gunn.
They both looked at each other as they heard a low moan from inside.
"That sounded like Fred, maybe she's in trouble," said Wesley.
Wesley pushed against the door.
"It won't budge, the doors on the lab department are strong enough to withstand explosions," said Gunn
They heard another moan.
"What do we do?" asked Wesley.
Gunn took a gold coloured key out of his pocket; he held it up.
"What's that for?" asked Wesley.
"Just one of the perks of being involved in the security side of W&H, a key that opens everything, except maybe the senior partners offices," said Gunn.
"I don't want a history, just open the damn door," said Wesley impatiently.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Lorne had left his office shortly after Angel, having cancelled his appointments for the rest of the afternoon, just to be on the safe side. Although Lorne was sure that, whoever it was that was getting low down and dirty, wouldn't be able to keep at it for as long as that. He followed his senses, which brought him to the door of Fred's department; surely Freddykins wasn't indulging in a little R&R, he thought.
He pushed open the door to her lab. Knox looked nervously at Lorne.
"Wow, Miss Burkle's lab, sure is the popular place to be right now," said Knox, pointing to the figures of Wesley and Gunn, standing at the top of the steps to Fred's office.
Lorne frowned, when he realised where the sexual energy was radiating from, he'd thought that maybe Fred and Gunn had decided to kiss and make up, but seeing Wesley and Gunn on the other side of her office door had him stumped. Who could be in there with her, Lorne's eyebrows shot up as he realised. He had to stop them from getting in her office.
"Hey wait up guys!" said Lorne desperately.
He was too late; Gunn inserted the key in the lock and turned the handle, just as they were about to look in the office, Lorne bounded up the steps as if chased by the hounds of hell. Both Wes and Lorne were only momentarily distracted by Lorne's presence as they turned their attention back to Fred's office.
"Oh no," said Lorne in resignation.
"Oh yes!" came the female cry, from within the office.
Three pairs of eyes turned involuntarily toward the sound of Fred's voice. Spike looked up at the open doorway. Fred also looked up to see what had caught Spike's attention.
"I thought you locked it love," Spike said, motioning towards the doorway
"So did I," said Fred almost mortified beyond words.
Never in her whole life had Fred been so glad that she had her back to the unwanted visitors, as she pulled down her skirt and shrugged back into her blouse and retrieved her red bra off of a pot plant, the edges of her blouse wrapped securely around her, she was extremely flustered as she seemed to be seeking something else. Lorne spied the item she was searching for and quickly scooped them off of the floor and handed it to her.
"Thanks, now will you all get the hell out of my office and give me a minute!" she snapped.
Gunn looked at the floor, not really sure what to say.
"I'm sorry, we thought you were in danger or something obviously we were mistaken," said Wesley.
"Bleeding right you were, with every one barging in here at will I am starting to think maybe Fred and I should sell tickets and do a public performance in reception to save time," said Spike.
"Oh, but any kind of artistic performances held on W&H property have to go through my department," Said Lorne.
Spike frowned at him, Lorne held up his hand.
"Okay, so not very open to humour right now, we're leaving aren't we guys," said Lorne.
"Don't really feel like sticking around right now any way, how about we see you in Wes's office in about ten?" asked Gunn.
"It is important Fred, otherwise we wouldn't have disturbed you," said Wesley.
Fred nodded her agreement, and they made a hasty exit. She sighed heavily; Spike had been about to up their experiment to the next level when they had been so rudely interrupted, Spike had almost welcomed the interruption, not because he hadn't been enjoying himself, he just hadn't figured out, how he was supposed to take his phantom clothing off as well as being able to locate it afterwards.
"Guess we'd better see what had them in such a bother," said Spike.
Fred finished dressing.
"Guess we'd better," she said.
TBC
Chapter 5
Gunn hurriedly made his way down the corridor, he had been intrigued when Wes had called him earlier on his cell phone, he made his way up to Wesley's office, almost bumping into the aforementioned as he was leaving it.
"Charles! Excellent you made it," said Wesley.
"I can fit you in for a couple of hours, what's this all about?" asked Gunn, looking at the very expensive watch, strapped to his wrist.
"All will be revealed," said Wesley.
"Ok, so where are we headed?" asked Gunn.
"Fred's office, I tried calling her a few minutes ago, but there was no answer," Said Wesley.
"You know what Fred's like when she gets caught up in something, the outside world just ceases to exist," said Gunn.
Wesley smiled at the truth of Gunn's words. Things were a little better between the two of them lately, especially since they had both stopped competing against each other for Fred's affections. They both entered the elevator, the doors closed on them as they headed for the floor that Fred's lab was situated on.
"She's certainly putting in over time for this Spike guy," observed Gunn.
That was exactly what Wesley was afraid of.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Fred sat atop her desk, every fibre of her being, trembled in anticipation of his touch. Spike walked toward her slowly, his hips gently swaying. He licked his lips, her eyes riveted to the movement of his tongue; she wondered what it would feel like against her skin. He was the bad boy your mother warned you about. Hell, being vampire still in essence, he'd be the bad boy everyone would warn you about! Thought Fred.
But strangely, she did not fear him; Angel seemed pretty down on him a lot of the time, but she'd seen nothing to explain why, okay so he'd been a little whiney, when he'd first returned, but who wouldn't be, especially after what Spike had been through.
All rational thought fled from Fred's very intelligent mind as Spike came to a stop, just millimetres from her, which was in her opinion, still too far away. He looked her up and down, the heat of his gaze, turning her brain to mush.
Angel had warned her about Spike's charm and good looks, but she wasn't as naïve as the rest of the gang obviously thought, she knew exactly what she was getting herself into. Fred closed her eyes in anticipation, Spike tilted her head back, to trail little kisses down her throat, Fred's hands itched to touch him back, he looked like he was well made from what she had seen of him, it was very frustrating to be only able to feel and not to be able to lay a hand on him.
As he parted the edges of her blouse to expose her red satin bra. Fred shivered a little, as the cooler air hit her skin
"What's a good girl like you doing, wearing such sinful undies?" he purred appreciatively.
"Guess you don't know as much about me as you think," she said.
Fred took off her glasses and unbound her hair from the ribbon that secured it,
"You're beautiful," he stated.
"So are you," she returned shyly.
He smiled at her before lowering his head, placing kisses on her collarbone and slowly working his way lower, and his lips were at the edge of her bra, teasing her, Spike looked up at her in satisfaction at her flushed cheeks, he'd been right when he'd mockingly told Angel that he thought that Fred looked a bit of a goer, what would she do to him with those hands if he were fully corporeal?
Spike growled low in his throat, this was all a little one sided for him, with Fred not being able to touch him in return, but it didn't mean he wasn't enjoying himself. God, what he would do if he had a real body, he thought as he captured her lips, with his own.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Lorne sat at his desk and fanned himself, he didn't know what was happening, but he was feeling some pretty heavy sexual vibes in Wolfram and Hart at the moment and he was more than certain that it had nothing to do with the fact he'd just had the entire staff of the mailroom come and sing for him. He was slowly working his way through the entire staff of W&H, they had already had to fire several of the more evil employees, since Angel had taken charge, as well as that, they also now had to drug test the workers, just in case they were using the same drug that guy Royce had used, to slip past the net.
Lorne reached over and switched on his desk fan. Angel knocked on the door and entered,
"What is it big guy?" asked Lorne.
Angel didn't answer, he closed the door and came to sit on the edge of Lorne's desk.
"Is it Spike?" asked Lorne.
"When isn't it?" asked Angel.
"I have to admit, I kinda like the guy, okay he's a little rough around the edges, but he seems pretty harmless," said Lorne.
Lorne turned up the setting on his desk fan.
"What's with the fan, you are you sick or something?" asked Angel.
Lorne looked edgy, if a couple of W&H employees wanted to get hot and heavy during a break, who was he to judge, he certainly didn't want to be the means of someone losing their jobs, just because they couldn't keep their hands to themselves during work hours.
"No," said Lorne.
"Come on, there's something you're not telling me," insisted Angel,
Lorne sighed.
"Someone got out of the wrong side of the penthouse this morning," replied Lorne.
"Lorne!" said Angel warningly.
"Ok, Mr Broody, keep your hair gel on, if you must know, there's a couple of Wolfram and Hart employees getting sweaty as we speak, probably grabbing a quickie in some stationery cupboard or other," said Lorne.
Angel frowned, he hadn't been here five minutes, and already the staff seemed to think him some kind of soft touch, well he was going to prove them wrong, sometimes people had to be made an example of, so the others got the idea just what kind of ship he was running around here.
"Get on the case Lorne, find out who it is, and bring them to my office," said Angel.
"But I have a meeting with Nicole in half an hour," protested Lorne.
"Cancel it, I am sure she'll understand," said Angel.
He got up and left Lorne's office, after he'd left Lorne gave him a mock salute.
"Nicole's not the one I am worried about, boss," said Lorne.
He reached for his phone, being head of the entertainment department, was not all it was cracked up to be, especially with all these outside distractions.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Wes and Gunn entered Fred's lab, the assistants were busy working on some project or another, and Knox looked up from his workstation as they came in.
"Hi, you here to see Fred?" asked Knox.
"Yeah, is she here?" asked Gunn.
"She's in her office," said Knox.
"Well, we'll just go straight up then," said Wesley.
"I'm not sure Miss Burkle wants to be disturbed right now, she's working on something big," said Knox.
"She'll want to see us," said Gunn.
"But.." Said Knox.
They walked up the steps to Fred's office; Gunn turned the handle of the door, he pushed at it, but nothing happened.
"Strange that Fred would lock her office," said Wesley.
"Yeah, even if she was catching some zzz's, I wouldn't have thought she'd have reason to lock the door," said Gunn.
They both looked at each other as they heard a low moan from inside.
"That sounded like Fred, maybe she's in trouble," said Wesley.
Wesley pushed against the door.
"It won't budge, the doors on the lab department are strong enough to withstand explosions," said Gunn
They heard another moan.
"What do we do?" asked Wesley.
Gunn took a gold coloured key out of his pocket; he held it up.
"What's that for?" asked Wesley.
"Just one of the perks of being involved in the security side of W&H, a key that opens everything, except maybe the senior partners offices," said Gunn.
"I don't want a history, just open the damn door," said Wesley impatiently.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Lorne had left his office shortly after Angel, having cancelled his appointments for the rest of the afternoon, just to be on the safe side. Although Lorne was sure that, whoever it was that was getting low down and dirty, wouldn't be able to keep at it for as long as that. He followed his senses, which brought him to the door of Fred's department; surely Freddykins wasn't indulging in a little R&R, he thought.
He pushed open the door to her lab. Knox looked nervously at Lorne.
"Wow, Miss Burkle's lab, sure is the popular place to be right now," said Knox, pointing to the figures of Wesley and Gunn, standing at the top of the steps to Fred's office.
Lorne frowned, when he realised where the sexual energy was radiating from, he'd thought that maybe Fred and Gunn had decided to kiss and make up, but seeing Wesley and Gunn on the other side of her office door had him stumped. Who could be in there with her, Lorne's eyebrows shot up as he realised. He had to stop them from getting in her office.
"Hey wait up guys!" said Lorne desperately.
He was too late; Gunn inserted the key in the lock and turned the handle, just as they were about to look in the office, Lorne bounded up the steps as if chased by the hounds of hell. Both Wes and Lorne were only momentarily distracted by Lorne's presence as they turned their attention back to Fred's office.
"Oh no," said Lorne in resignation.
"Oh yes!" came the female cry, from within the office.
Three pairs of eyes turned involuntarily toward the sound of Fred's voice. Spike looked up at the open doorway. Fred also looked up to see what had caught Spike's attention.
"I thought you locked it love," Spike said, motioning towards the doorway
"So did I," said Fred almost mortified beyond words.
Never in her whole life had Fred been so glad that she had her back to the unwanted visitors, as she pulled down her skirt and shrugged back into her blouse and retrieved her red bra off of a pot plant, the edges of her blouse wrapped securely around her, she was extremely flustered as she seemed to be seeking something else. Lorne spied the item she was searching for and quickly scooped them off of the floor and handed it to her.
"Thanks, now will you all get the hell out of my office and give me a minute!" she snapped.
Gunn looked at the floor, not really sure what to say.
"I'm sorry, we thought you were in danger or something obviously we were mistaken," said Wesley.
"Bleeding right you were, with every one barging in here at will I am starting to think maybe Fred and I should sell tickets and do a public performance in reception to save time," said Spike.
"Oh, but any kind of artistic performances held on W&H property have to go through my department," Said Lorne.
Spike frowned at him, Lorne held up his hand.
"Okay, so not very open to humour right now, we're leaving aren't we guys," said Lorne.
"Don't really feel like sticking around right now any way, how about we see you in Wes's office in about ten?" asked Gunn.
"It is important Fred, otherwise we wouldn't have disturbed you," said Wesley.
Fred nodded her agreement, and they made a hasty exit. She sighed heavily; Spike had been about to up their experiment to the next level when they had been so rudely interrupted, Spike had almost welcomed the interruption, not because he hadn't been enjoying himself, he just hadn't figured out, how he was supposed to take his phantom clothing off as well as being able to locate it afterwards.
"Guess we'd better see what had them in such a bother," said Spike.
Fred finished dressing.
"Guess we'd better," she said.
TBC