Disclaimer: I do not own Angel or any of its characters.

Rating: PG

Summary: What happens after their first date? Wesley/Fred

A/N: Heehee. I love fuff. I've never really written anything before, so if anyone wants to give me some helpful advice, the review button is your friend!

Wesley smiled. For once he had not been the bumbling idiot that everyone was so disappointed in.

Dinner had been wonderful. He could tell that Fred liked the quaint restaurant, especially the little white fake roses that seemed to be everywhere. He could see her eyes being drawn to the ones on their tabletop each time she looked down.

Despite being their first official date, he and Fred had talked to each other with the effortlessness of two good friends - except he wouldn't have leaned over to kiss a friend several times while they were waiting for their food to arrive.

Now he was bringing Fred back to her apartment. Her hair flowed around her shoulders in soft waves, and she looked beautiful in the dressy, yet still casual short black dress she was wearing that had some sort of ruffly stuff at the bottom.

She was not just beautiful, he decided, she was very beautiful. He smiled again.

This time she caught him. "What's so funny?"

"What? Nothing. This is where it is right?"

The space closest to her apartment was already taken by her own car, so Wesley had to drive a little farther to find an empty, unoccupied spot. He got out to open the door for her, but she had done it herself. He stared and raised an eyebrow at her.

Fred looked confused for a moment, then laughed. "Oops. I forgot that you wanted to sweep me off my feet tonight."

Wesley nodded wordlessly.

She went back inside, Wesley opened the door for her, and she got out again.

"Well," she leaned up and kissed him, "consider my feet swept."

Minutes later they were at her apartment door. He leaned in and kissed her one last time. He meant for it to be short, but she wrapped her arms around him and started to run her hands through his hair. After a few moments, Wesley regretfully pulled away. They were, after all, out in the open, and Wesley was the kind of man whose charm was in his chivalrous ways. "Goodnight, Fred."

She smiled. He hoped that it was because she had had a good time and not because he was leaving. "Night, Wes."

He smiled back at her.

"Um, well, bye," she kissed him again then closed the door slowly. Wesley took that as a sign that she didn't want him to leave either.

Then the door closed completely. He stood in his place for about a minute, remembering the evening down to every single detail. Then he remembered something. He knocked on the door.

Fred opened it surprisingly quickly, as if she had been standing right in front of it.

Before she could say anything, he held out the white plastic-and-fabric rose.

Fred's eyes lit up. She laughed and hugged him tightly. She took the rose and looked up into his cool blue eyes fixedly, like she was trying to figure something out.

"Do you want to come in?" she asked finally. Her voice was quiet, and it was easy to mistake it for shy and unsure. But Wesley knew it was quite the opposite.

"That would be wonderful."

She led him in, absentmindedly twirling the fake rose.

Now he wouldn't have to leave.

END