Sorry for the…what, 6 month hiatus? I didn't mean to let it slip like that. However, I've got to say that this chapter is going to be positively massive for me to write. And we've got Miss American Pie to thank for getting me motivated enough to update. She not only inspired me to get around to updating this, but she also has come up with a name for the story. So a great many thanks to her. Also, if you ever stumble upon the taco-flavored cheez-its, they're REALLY good.
Disclaimer: I'm in college. I have no money. Characters not mine.
White Violets Chapter 5
Fred yawned as she rested her head on Wesley's chest. She wanted to talk to him; she had a terrible nagging in her mind that this had all been a dream and nothing was as it seemed. She realized though, that waking him would mean ruining the peaceful moment. Instead, she yawned again.
Wesley, still fast asleep, mumbled something unintelligible in his sleep, squirmed a bit, holding her tighter in his already tight embrace.
"…. No…don't…promise not to…" he whimpered. Then his eyes fluttered open. "I…I'm awake," he said groggily. He looked about the room as memories from the previous night came flooding back to him. "What's wrong?" he asked, seeing the concerned expression on Fred's face. He sat up.
"You were muttering something in your sleep…were you having a nightmare? Also…I kind of can't breathe," she informed him gently. Instantly the hold Wesley had on his love was loosened.
"Oh, sorry…I um…" he blushed adorably as he looked away from her to check the clock on her nightstand, noting the time to be far to early for either of them to be awake. Fred misinterpreted his actions and became more worried than she had been.
"Wait…what's the matter?" she sat up, clutching the sheets to her chest. "Tell me what's wrong, Wesley. You know I'll listen to you and won't judge anything…"
Wesley looked down and sighed. "It's nothing really…not a big deal." He insisted quietly. Fred pulled him into her arms, dropping her sheets in the process.
"Wesley…I don't know what's wrong with you, but I want to help you…are you…are you going back on what you said last night, about needing me? Am I no good to you?" she worried, fighting back tears. Wesley was taken aback.
"What? No Fred, of course not! You were… you were amazing!" he started to panic. "I was…it was a nightmare Fred. Nothing at all involving you." He assured her.
"Wes…I love you. I can't help you if I don't know what it is that's bothering you. Please open up to me? If last night meant anything to you…" she pouted at him.
"I love you…and last night meant the world to me. I just…don't like to talk about it. I've gotten quite used to it, actually." He told her. Fred sighed and gave up on trying to get him to tell her what was wrong.
"Okay. But you promise it wasn't me?" she asked timidly.
"I promise," he told her. He pulled her into a hug as his eyes began to water.
"Wesley…" she planted small loving kisses all over his face. She wasn't starting anything, only trying to remove the tears from his eyes. He looked like a puppy who'd just been kicked.
Wesley shook his head a little. "I'm okay, really. It's just that…ever since that day…when…the robot, remember?" He sounded childish, so unlike the brainy Wesley everyone knew. "…I just can't stop thinking about that." He confessed. Fred rocked him gently.
"I can't imagine what you're going through, Wesley. But if there's anything I can do, I will. Okay?" she ran a hand through his hair as he nodded.
He'd been alone for so long…and it was strange being in her bed with her, and all of her belongings around him, making him feel peaceful and loved and at home. It was definitely strange. "I love you," he said softly.
"I love you too," she kissed his forehead and held him close, hoping to help him feel more stable, but more importantly, safe and loved. She smiled when, a few minutes later, he'd drifted back to a peaceful sleep. "To think," she said to the sleeping Wesley, "that this time last week you were afraid to see me in my underwear. "I love you so much…" Making sure the both of them were comfortable, she fell back and went back to sleep as well.
Wesley woke around noon and panicked a bit. He disentangled himself from Fred's embrace and began to get dressed, hoping work hadn't missed him, or Fred.
Fred had woken up when Wesley got out of bed, and she sat up groggily, looking half asleep as she searched for various articles of clothing. Watching her get dressed, Wesley pouted.
"Clothes bad…" he whined, a joking smile on his face. Fred, more awake, sighed knowingly.
"I know, I know…but we need to get to work, or Angel's going to wonder what happened to us…he'd probably send a research and rescue team out after an hour."
"If I weren't supposed to be so mature, I'd tell them to go on and find us. But sadly, I am." Fully dressed, Wesley waited for her by the door. Attempting to smooth out her more than wrinkled skirt, she walked over to him and, smiling, offered him her arm.
"What so we tell them if they ask us where we were? We're a mess!" she giggled.
"No clue," Wesley said, shrugging and taking her arm. "I doubt anyone will ask, particularly Angel…what with his 'glorified senses' and all."
Fred cringed. "We're in for it, aren't we?"
"'Little bit, yes." He nodded and opened the door, headed for the elevator.
"Oh…Wesley?".
"Yes Fred?"
"I need a favor… do you think that you could um, spend some time with me in the lab today? Not-not like that, I mean, like to ward of Knox? I know I'm probably a pain, but…" she looked down as the exited the building and begat their trek to work.
"Sure. Anything you want." He squeezed her hand. "And you aren't a pain, Fred. Don't ever think that." He said, bringing her a bit closer to him.
"Have I told you recently that I love you?" she asked him, leaning against him slightly as they walked.
"About fifty times, and I expect to both hear it and say it myself another fifty before the day is done." He said softly. He felt his heart swell every time she told him how she felt about him. The way she said those words made him love her even more.
"Mmm." She loved telling him how much she loved him just as much as she loved hearing it from him. There was no way they were going to be able to work without letting the entire building know they were dating. "I think we should just outright tell them all about us." She commented offhandedly.
"I think they'll know the second we talk in together," he said, a bit of excitement in his voice.
"Do you think they'll be happy? I mean…we're happy…happy doesn't even begin to describe…so would they be happy because we're happy? I want everyone to be happy!" she babbled.
"Wesley smirked. "They'll be happy," he assured her as Wolfram and Hart came into view. Fred resisted the urge to jump into his arms and have her carry her into work. What an attention getter that would be…
Wesley clutched her had tightly, and just before they entered the building, Fred did actually leap into his arms. Then she frowned, hoping she hadn't been too bold and frightened him. He grinned, however, and held her so that he wouldn't drop her.
"You're lighter than I thought." He whispered to her. Fred tilted her head.
"How heavy did you think I was? I-I mean, I can gain weight, if that's what you'd like…"
"No…no, I love you the way you are." He assured her, pressing the button for the elevator.
"Wesley? What time is it? I haven't seen a clocks; are we late?"
"I'm afraid so," he said, gently setting her back on the ground. "I do wonder though if Angel has sent out a search team." He let out a tiny sigh.
"It'd be funny if he did. And then we'd walk in and he'd get all…" she sighed and leaned her head against Wesley's shoulder. "Can we stay like this all day?" she asked, yawning. "Maybe we should have gotten coffee…"
"Yes… the lack of caffeine has given me a headache." He said dully, seeming very depressed again.
"Anything I can fix? Oh I know, we can send Knox to get it!" She calmed herself down. "Wesley, what's wrong?" Wesley smiled in a painful sort of way.
"Just a headache, darling. Nothing too big,"
"You called me 'darling'…"she was so happy to receive such a pet name that her eyes teared up slightly. This of course panicked Wesley.
"That makes you cry?" he worried, dabbing at her eyes quickly. "I'm sorry…I…"
"No! No, I just…I don't have anything to call you in return…Wesley, that makes me so happy…don't panic, okay? Relax." She kissed him.
He nodded slowly. "...You don't have to call me anything…Wesley's fine." He didn't want to tell her that he didn't prefer to be called by pet names. It just wasn't his thing.
"Do we have to go to work? I mean…you used to be the boss. Can't you pull some strings with Angel? I don't want to face Knox right now, and without you…you know he likes me!" she buried her face in Wesley's chest, breathing in his scent.
"I'll scare him off." he said jokingly "Anything for my...my…" he trailed off.
Fred pulled back and studied him. "Your what, Wesley? What...what am I to you?" she asked curiously, her expression unreadable.
"Everything." he answered. By now, of course, the elevator stopped and opened.
"Well if it helps you any... you're my world," she told him. She winced; it was cheesy, but there were only so many words in the English language with which she could verbally communicate how much he meant to her.
Wesley nodded shyly, took her hand, and left the elevator. Spike, who was walking by, stared at them. He sniffed the air and pretended to gag. "you two could at least SHOWER after you've shagged. Jesus Christ.'' He grinned, shook his head, and walked off to annoy other members of the company.
Fred blushed and buried her head in his side, and mumbled to Wesley how she wished "Knoxy" could have that power.
He looked hurt for a moment, and then nodded as he headed for the lab with her.
"On second thought...I don't want to go there now. Let's bask in happiness for a while. In say...your office? You're not ready to deal with this, are you?" Fred asked understandingly.
"Are you saying you want to have sex in my office?" Wes asked with a joking grin on his face.
Fred blushed, but kept her cool. "Well now that you mention it..." she trailed off. "Seriously though. If you don't want to face this now, it's okay..." she was, of course, referring to Knox, but she didn't want to use his name again, knowing that it made Wesley uncomfortable.
"Whatever you want.'' He said, as Angel came out of his office.
"Hey, there you—," Angel sniffed the air. "Oh...Ok…" he nodded slightly.
Fred looked at Angel, and then at Wesley, and the looks on both of their faces was just too much. She started giggling.
Wesley turned to look at her, almost startled. "What's...what's so funny?'' he asked, confused.
"The...the look on your face! When-when he, he said that? You looked all—," she was laughing again, and mimicked the face he'd made.
Wesley then looked at Angel. "I look like that?'"
Angel nodded, amused. Then without a word, he disappeared to go find something that didn't have to do with relationships. They made him uncomfortable sometimes.
"So, Wesley. We've scared the resident vampires. What are we gonna do next?" Fred smiled sweetly at him.
"Work, perhaps. I have some files that I've got to go over.'" Wes said dully.
"Anything I can do?" She knew that, realistically, they DID have to work. Just because they were together...she stopped. Were they together? She loved him and he loved her back, sure... but were they together?
"No. Not exactly. Unless you would like to assist me in looking through some files." He said, not catching on to the fact that she was begging him to spend time with her.
Fred sighed. Maybe it was just some thing for him. "Oh...well I'll be in my lab, I suppose..." she turned and began her small trek to the lab.
He nodded slowly, and went into his office, and sat down at his desk-
Poor Fred was ticked. She had told him how much she loved him, and he returned the affection, but now it seemed that he didn't care. She vowed not to leave her lab until something positive happened.
And there in HIS office, were Eve and Spike. Spike was attempting to touch her, while Eve just stood against the wall. "What in the Hell?" Wesley cried angrily.
Meanwhile, Fred smiled at Knox, who'd just put a cup of coffee in her hand. Nothing at all against Wesley, but this was comforting.
Eve blushed and left the room, Spike trailing behind. Wesley shook his head and got up, and walked into Fred's department, then into her office. "Fred…" he whined.
Fred looked up from some demon thing she'd been dissecting. "Hmm? Oh Wesley, hi." she resumed her work.
"...Fred, Eve and Spike were...they were doing something in my office..." he said, putting the emphasis on the 'something'.
"Wesley, it's a fact of nature. It happens! I mean... god Wesley, were we much different last night?" she asked coldly.
That was like a slap in the face to Wesley. "…Oh…I'm-I'm sorry I'll just…" he had let his guard down, and he got hurt, and that would never happen again. He turned and rushed out, heading back to the sanctuary of his own office, and locking the door behind him.
Fred felt bad. She hadn't questioned him outright about their relationship, and now it was her fault that he was probably hurt worse than she was. Hoping there was some way to save what was left of their relationship, she tore down the hallways to Wesley's office.
Knowing that Fred would probably follow him, he went into the vault-like library he had, and shut the door behind him. He didn't hear much in there. That was good.
She banged on his door for what seemed like hours. Called his name after a while too. When she received nothing in response, tears began flowing like Niagara Falls. She didn't notice that her hands were beginning to bruise; for all she knew, Wesley could be dead on the other side of the door. She knew that he didn't take anything he considered to be betrayal very lightly.
Finally, after a half hour, Wesley opened the door to his office and came out, looking shaken and embarrassed. "Do you need something?" he asked her in a cold, professional voice-
"W-Wesley..." he was okay. If he never wanted to speak to her again, fine. But he was okay. Nothing happened to him, he was alive... she had hurt him. She longed to feel his arms around her, have him tell her it was okay... but she knew he wouldn't. He didn't trust her anymore.
His walls started to crumble once more "Why did you yell at me?"
"I didn't mean to!" she sobbed, "I felt so left out this morning when all I wanted to do was spend time with you and you barely even noticed me!" she sniffled and wiped her nose with her bruised hand.
"...I'm sorry I-..I've just been working on this case with Gunn and…and…'' Wesley looked away from her.
"I know..." she tried to smile. "There are things in this world more important than me." That wasn't exactly the thing she meant to say, but that was how it came out. She turned around, and sighed, deciding where to go now.
"...No. No there aren't...there's just other important things as well. I'm sorry that I can't exactly...make everything else go away.''
"No, I do understand Wesley...if you need me...I'll be at my apartment..." she turned and left. Her apartment held joyous memories of the previous day, and all she wanted was comfort.
Wes sighed, and turned, heading into his office.
"Wes, wait!" Fred called, hurrying back to him. She couldn't hurt him like that again.
He turned, looking very upset and tired. 'Why was she doing this?' He wondered to himself.
"I know you probably hate me right now...and really I don't blame you...but…" she kissed his cheek. "...I love you, Wesley..."
Wesley, having forgiven her in his mind at least, grabbed her and pulled her into his office, kicking the door shut as his kissed her.
She kissed him back, then giggled, then made an attempt to tell him that he didn't need to do this, but gave up halfway through the sentence in favor of kissing him again
He continued to kiss her passionately, letting out all his anger and frustration. Fred didn't seem to mind.
"W-Wesley...when I said...in office... kidding!" she mumbled between kisses.
He nodded, but didn't hear a word she said, to busy kissing her wherever he could.
After a few moments, she pulled back, trying to read his reaction.
Wesley's cheeks were red, and he was still panting lightly.
Fred rested her hand on his cheek and looked up into his eyes. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to upset you earlier..." Yes, she was still stuck on that. She needed to make sure she didn't cause any damage to their relationship.
Wesley took her bruised hand, saying nothing, and began to kiss the little bruises.
She felt like saying "ow ow ow" because it really hurt. But it was Wesley kissage, and so she didn't. "Oh Wesley. Can you even hear a word I'm saying?" she smiled sweetly, though it didn't come off sweet so much as a grimace.
He nodded, letting her arm drop to her side. He growled a bit, and felt something prickle at the back of his neck. Wes whirled around to see Spike. "What do you want?'' he hissed, angered that the moment was ruined by an unwanted ghost.
Fred looked up and, though she liked Spike, this was THE worst time to be dealing with him. She frowned in his direction.
"Sorr-ee. Jeez. Just wanted to tell you that Fred's parents were here to see her." Spike grinned and walked through a wall.
"W-what? Here? Now? Oh god...Wesley what am I going to say to them? What are they going to think!"
"Nothing. They don't know what we're doing...we'll...we'll just...well, I do look a mess, but you're ok, so long as you've got your lab coat on..." he opened the door to let her out.
"Wesley...come with me?" she pleaded.
He nodded nervously and followed her out of his office.
She took his arm and looked him in the eye. "We're going to tell my parents, Wesley. Before Spike or Eve decide to get even with us..."
"Oh, how lovely." he nodded and swallowed nervously.
"Don't be silly, Wes. They already love you. And I'll do the talking. Okay?"
"Yes." he nodded
Fred swallowed nervously as she and Wesley walked towards her parents. She clung to Wesley for dear life, as though he could be taken away at any moment.
However, he gently shook her off, just so her parents wouldn't look at him oddly.
Fred and Wesley reached the area where her parents were, and smiled happily, hoping that her annoyance at being disturbed from her reconciliation of sorts with Wesley didn't show through. "Mom...Dad...what brings you out here?"
"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Burkle." Wesley greeted Roger and Trish in a very polite manner. "It is very good to see you."
Fred smiled at Wesley, and explained to her parents that they'd been taking a lunch break.
Trish smiled knowingly, and Wes blushed and looked away.
Fred didn't think her parents would have caught on, being the types of people they were, and instinctively held on to Wesley's arm.
"Fred, I'd really enjoy seeing the lab, if you wouldn't mind showing us." Roger told her. How they even knew about her lab, she had no idea.
"Of course... if you'd just...come with me..." she looked at Wes, clearly not wanting to be in that lab, before putting up a false but genuine looking smile and leading her parents to the lab.
Wesley nodded and tagged along, noticing the looks he was getting from Knox, and it was clear that there was a bit more going on between Knox and Fred than he actually knew.
"Mom, dad, this is Knox...he's my assistant. He knows everything there is to know about the lab." Knox nodded and smiled extremely politely, greeting both of Fred's parents individually. There was definitely something off about him, and Fred couldn't wait to get out of there.
Wes waited for her to be done, and glared whenever he could at Knox, who had no qualms about glaring back, both going unnoticed by Fred and her parents.
Fred quickly concluded her tour, insisting that the place looked much bigger than it was. She barely even acknowledged Knox on her way out, making sure that Wesley was nearby at all times.
Afterwards, poor Wes wasn't quite sure what to do with himself. He felt like an annoying puppy, just tagging along. "Uh…Fred…I do have a bit of work to do…so if you don't mind, I'll be in my office.'' he smiled politely, for the sake of Fred's parents.
"Wesley, are you sure?" she pulled him off to the side, where her parents couldn't hear her. "This is about them, and Knox, isn't it?"
"No, of course not. I really do have work to do. I just saw that damned file-boy enter my office," he pointed towards his office.
Fred pouted. "No more fun..." she commented, turning around and stalking back to her parents. Her day could NOT get any worse. She loved her parents dearly, but today was not the greatest day to drop in.
"I'm sorry. I'll see you around five to walk you home?" Wesley asked, feeling very bad for leaving Fred to fend for herself and unwillingly allowing Knox to watch over her.
"I don't know, Wesley...maybe." she offered him a small and sad smile before leading her parents down the corridor.
Seeing her leave, Wesley sighed in an annoyed way. Yes, they were together, but he couldn't just stop the goddamn world because of it. He had to do things he hated, and he couldn't change that. He shook his head and walked into his office to get some work done.
Fred knew she was being ridiculous. Maybe some time away from him would do her good. Her day improved from that point on; her parents enjoyed their tour, she actually managed to get some work done while ignoring Knox...maybe she could deal with this.
Wes left alone that night, and slept in a cold lonely bed, thinking about her. Why was she burdening him so much, when this was all he ever wanted in his life?
She didn't care if it was one in the morning. She almost didn't care if Wesley wanted to be at his own place that night. But she expected that he was at his own place because of the events surrounding her aggravation the previous day. Still not caring that it was 1am, she called Wes on the phone.
He was awoken out of a deep sleep-. "…'llo?" He asked sleepily, his stuffy accent gone for the time being.
"Wesley?" she asked as a greeting. "This is Fred...I wanted to apologize for my childish behavior earlier and I couldn't sleep because it was eating away at me inside and the more I thought about you the less I could sleep." she babbled, clearly awake.
"Fred, its fine. I was…just cranky today. I'm not upset, and you should be asleep now. And so should I. Can this wait till tomorrow? I have to be awake at six." he said softly.
"Of course...sweet dreams, Wesley." she hung up and went back to sleep, clutching Feigenbaum to her chest and dreaming of Wesley.
In the morning, he shuffled into Wolfram and Hart, hoping to god that Eve and Spike had not decided to use his office again.
Fred was in a good mood. She was dressed slightly more businesslike than usual, but that was just because she needed to do her laundry. For a brief moment, she considered going to visit Wesley in his office, but decided not to; she didn't want to pressure him into anything or annoy him.
Wesley worked until noon, and then headed to Fred's office to see if she would join him for lunch.
She was pleasantly surprised at how easy it was to work now. True, Knox had been causing her discomfort; offering her coffee, breakfast, lunch, and anything else that he could think off. But she brushed him off, waiting until she could go see Wes again.
Before long, Wesley knocked softly on her door and waited till he was granted permission to enter-
Fred grinned and called for him to come in, while she put away the specimen she was examining, and put her lab coat away.
Wes smiled at her good mood. "I was wondering...if you'd like to join me for lunch…"he offered, standing in front of her.
She smiled brightly. "Hmmm...maybe...I think you'll have to convince me." she said, pretending to think about it.
He thought a moment, grabbed her and pulled her against him, and kissed her roughly. Just as she was about to get into it and get over the shock, he pulled away from her "How's that?"
"I'd say you can keep me," she never lost her smile as she called a more than cheerful goodbye to Knox, who she knew had seen the exchange, and ushered Wesley out the door.
"You think that scared him off a bit?" Wesley asked with a wicked grin.
"Here's hoping!" she winked at him. Any excuse to kiss him was more than welcome. "So what are we doing for lunch? I'm kinda hungry."
"No clue. Whatever you want." he took her hand and squeezed it.
Fred squeezed his hand back. "There's a little cafe down the street we have yet to check out..." she commented, shrugging.
"Sure." he nodded and headed that way. It was a beautiful day out, and he looked at the sky.
"I missed you last night," she said once they had their food and were eating.
"I missed you as well." He smiled, a corky smile.
She grinned. "Feigenbaum says hi. He had a great night," she taunted.
He frowned "I'll kill the little creature." He smiled a bit, quite enjoying the ongoing joke involving Feigenbaum.
"But Wesley...if you kill him, you'll make me sad...do you want me to cry?" Fred asked him, fake pouting.
"If I can be your shoulder to cry on." he tried to make her smile. Oh, how he loved her smile.
She reached across the table to take his hand. "I know we have to work separately...but outside of that...I need you with me...okay?"
He nodded "Of course." he gently squeezed her hand. "You know I love you more than anything, right?"
"I don't know about that... I mean...I think I might love you more," she teased.
"You could. However, we'll have to wait till later to see if that's true, now, won't we?" he winked, and blushed. Wes couldn't believe that came out of his mouth.
Fred giggled. "Are you proposing that we go..." she trailed off, but grinned and raised both eyebrows at him. She knew he'd understand what she was suggesting, and that she was also teasing him.
"Later.'' he said with a grin.
Fred just laughed. It felt so good to have her... she was brought back to the topic of the previous day's argument. "...Wesley...?" she asked seriously.
"yeah?" he asked solemnly, looking up.
"What...what are we? What are we to each other? Are-are we dating or...or what?" she asked cautiously.
"...I don't really know…" he said quietly.
"Well...I-I don't want to rush you, really I don't...but I'd like to try and figure out where we stand?"
"...Fred...I really don't know...its really all up to you. I'm willing to go as far as you want me to…"he sounded a little upset, as if he were afraid that she was going to break up with him.
"Well...honestly I'd like to be together... not just physically..." she blushed. "But...I'd like that emotional stability that generally comes with dating the man of your dreams..."
Wesley gave her a confused, happy look. "…I'm the...man of your dreams?" he asked her cautiously.
Fred couldn't resist teasing him. "Wait...you thought I was talking about you? I was referring to Feigenbaum..." she joked. Then she looked him in the eyes. "You are, Wesley. I can't think of ever loving anyone else."
"Fred...you have no idea...what that means to me..." Wesley sounded so serious it was almost frightening to her.
"It's...you're okay with that, right? I mean, I figured it would make you happy, and it's how I feel...and especially after last night...I couldn't live without you." she played with his fingers a bit, as she was still holding his hand.
Wesley said nothing for a few minutes, clearly trying to find words. Finally, he spoke. '"I've been waiting forever…or at least it feels like it...I never want to be without you...I cant be without you.'"
His words were music to Winifred's ears. "That means so much to me..." she was at a loss for words.
"I love you so much," he whispered to her.
"I love you too, Wesley... and as much as I do...we should probably get back to work. I know that one case you were working on really interests you." She said, smiling.
He nodded "yes, um...I suppose…" he paid the bill and left, remembering to open the door for her.
Fred giggled and kissed him on the cheek. "You didn't have to do that," she commented, clearly appreciating the gesture.
"Of course I do. Its written in all laws of man, that I should open the door for you." he smiled at her.
"But you aren't man. You're Wesley... you're my Wesley...you mean more to me than "man" ever could." she flirted.
"Which is why I should open the door for you…" he said matter-of-factly.
She laughed. "I'm never going to win this, am I?" she asked good-naturedly.
"Nope."
"Well then... can you be a gentleman and walk me to my lab?" she rested her hear against his shoulder.
"Certainly." Wesley kissed the top of her head and took in the scent of her shampoo. He sighed blissfully.
"This is nice...we should do this more often," Fred said, nuzzling his arm a bit.
"Hmm? Oh...yes…" he agreed softly.
"Working here will be so much more bearable now that I have something to look forward to in my spare time...that is, if it's all right with you..." she grinned. "Those cases must get aggravating after a while..." She smiled sadly. "Well, I'm afraid you're going to have to for a bit...seeing as how this is my stop..." she was referring to the fact that they'd reached her lab.
"...Yes. I suppose I will. Today, may I have the pleasure of walking you home?" Wesley asked her, anticipating the answer.
"I'll be waiting for you." she lifted her head to kiss him passionately. She wanted to leave him with his head spinning."
And she did just that. When he was sitting at his desk, Wesley couldn't get her out of his head.
Fred hummed happily to herself as she finished her work; Wesley would be taking her home shortly, and Knox had finally been avoiding her. It had only taken him months to figure out that she wasn't interested in him.
Spike came in to talk to her before Wesley showed up though.
"Hey Fred."
"Spike! Oh hi, I'm sorry I haven't seen you at all recently; what's up?" she asked cheerfully.
"Nothing really...h-have you...been working on anything...concerning me lately?'"
Fred stared at Spike, trying to remember what was wrong with him. "Oh! Oh, yes. We do have an idea, it's still in the works right now." She continued on, giving a detailed explanation of her theory. "So to be honest, it can't be more than a day or two until you're cured." She smiled sweetly at him.
"Thanks luv." At the moment, he looked a little shaken up. He turned and left the room quickly, just as Wesley was entering.
Fred wondered what THAT was about, but dropped it the second she saw Wes. "Wesley! I was just thinking about stopping downstairs for a visit."
"Its five thirty. Sorry I'm a bit late, but I had some things to finish." He smiled.
"I lost track of time after you left the first time," Fred giggled. "I'm ready to go...assuming you are?"
"Yup." he reached for her hand
She giggled as he took her hand. It was still a bit sore. "What is it with you and my hands?" she asked Wesley curiously. "You seem obsessed."
"They're little." he said, looking giddy as he said it.
Fred laughed. "Wesley, you're so adorable. You're so loveable."
He blushed "...So...am I actually walking you home and leaving or...or..." suddenly he felt stupid. Very stupid.
"Oh Wesley, of course you're staying. Did you think I'd let you leave me and have both of us lonely like last night?" she caressed his cheek with her free hand.
He smiled sadly at the memory of the previous night. "...I love you..."he told her softly.
"I love you too. Let's get home, Wesley."
No, this isn't done :-P. I just spent a good 6 hours retyping this to make it make sense…you can expect another chapter, MUCH shorter than this one (I had a lot of catching up to do, did I not?) tomorrow. This story is nowhere near being finished, I warn you. Stay tuned!