Author note: Awkward reunions are almost as awkward as my comment on the last chapter about keeping to the schedule being proven immediately wrong. *sigh*
Warning: Sex, pseudo-science, Henry being emotional.
Pair: William Zimmerman and Henry Foss.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sanctuary, because if I did the ending would be more of an ending, rather than just stopping like it did. Stupid cancellations...

Will tossed the bag into the back of the car. He was dressed semi-casual, new blue jeans and a black and white pinstripe shirt, open to the first two buttons. Henry was less formal, tight dark grey jeans accompanied by a long sleeved dusty-blue t-shirt and a lighter grey waist-coat. The werewolf was leaning against the side of the car, looking nervous.

"Chill out, dude." Will shut the back door and opened the drivers. "At least you won't know any of these boring assholes." Henry chuckled, and then reached out and popped open the third button of Will's shirt.

"I know, I know." Will glanced down at his newly revealed chest, but didn't bother doing it back up. He leant across to press a quick kiss to Henry's lips. Kate wolf-whistled. Henry calmly flipped her the bird.

"Drive carefully, Will." Magnus warned. "The roads are icy, and it's a long trip."

"There's more snow due tonight." Bigfoot added. Henry nodded, and tipped an imaginary hat to his elders. Will smiled affectionately, and flicked a brief salute before sliding into the car. Henry hopped into the passenger seat.

"How long a drive is this going to be?" The werewolf asked as they pulled out of the driveway. Will shrugged.

"Couple of states over. Three, three and a half hundred miles?" Henry groaned.

"God, I hate long car journeys. Do we have music?"

"Radio, and some CDs in the glove box." Henry flicked through the options, and decided against it for now. "Get some sleep, H, I know you suck at early mornings." Will glanced towards his lover. Henry nodded, and reclined his seat slightly.

They took it in turns driving, sometimes in silence, sometimes with music. They kept their conversation light, trying to keep things comfortable for the long drive. About a hundred miles into the trip, on a long empty road, Henry pulled over, shoved Will into the back seat and proceeded to ride him like a pony. It became a routine. Will drives, Henry drives, sex, Will drives, Henry drives, sex.

It was a miracle that they were still presentable by the time they arrived, but they parked up on the hotel front with plenty of time to spare, and no noticeable stains on their clothes. Admittedly, Will's hair was less artistically arranged than usual (Henry thought the sex-hair looked better), and Henry's lips were swollen and flushed, but they felt they did rather well, all things considered.

"I changed my mind." Henry shivered as they made their way to the hall that had been booked. "I'll wait in the car."

"Henry, come on. We drove all this way, just a quick stop in. I'll say hi to some old friends, we'll grab a drink, and then run up to the bedroom, right?" Henry sighed. "Please, dude, I can't go in there by myself." Will resorted to pleading and guilt-tripping. "All those people who know I messed up at the FBI, who used to pick on me as a kid..." Henry groaned.

"Yeah, I know. Sorry, I didn't mean it – I wasn't going to abandon you really." He leant against Will's side and allowed the taller man to wrap a possessive arm around his shoulders. "You gonna be all macho-man tonight?" Henry teased. Will chuckled and leant in to press a quick kiss to Henry's temple.

"No, not unless I need to be. Someone even glances at you funny, and I'm going to show even your wolf the meaning of 'dominance'." Henry shivered in anticipation, almost hoping.

The human led him through to the hall, in which people were already milling about. Henry's senses went to high alert out of pure habit, eyes flicking back and forth among the curious gazes that turned to them. Will felt Henry shrink against him and glanced around. He immediately saw the nosy looks and understood.

"It'll be fine." Will murmured.

"Will?" the psychologist turned at the voice, arm dropping from Henry's shoulders to his waist naturally at the motion. The werewolf turned with him, curious. A woman – hair dark and curling, dress short and low-cut, breasts clearly fake – was bouncing towards them, heavily made up eyes fixed on Will.

"Jessica?"

"Will! Hi! God, it's been so long." she hugged him. Will looked baffled, but returned the embrace awkwardly. "How are you?"

"Uh, I'm fine. How've you been?" Henry watched, morbidly fascinated, as she pressed her plastic breasts against his mate. His hearing filled with static buzzing as he watched the human female flirt with his mate. She reeked of expensive perfume and hairspray, and it made his nose itch. He hated her more every second she spent fluttering her fake eyelashes at Will, and it wasn't entirely the wolf. Humanly, he knew that Will was uncomfortable, but his wilder half was roaring against his skin, demanding to be let loose to defend its mate.

"So... how about you and me go for drink?" Jessica smiled seductively, leaning back a little – presumably to show off her flat stomach and curved chest. Will stepped back.

"Um, I..." Henry could tell he was searching for a way to say no without offending her too badly. "What do you say, Henry? The three of us go for a drink?" Jessica finally noticed the other man, and her eyes darted up and down his figure, assessing. From the look on her face she wasn't wild on the idea. "Jessica, this is my partner, Henry Foss." Will tightened his grip on Henry's waist, pulling the werewolf against him. Henry held out a hand, and Jessica took it politely, but her eyes were blank.

"Jessica King." She supplied. "Anyway, Will, I actually mean just you and me? We can go catch up, do dinner, maybe get a hotel room for the night if it gets late?" Will and Henry exchanged glances.

"Jessica, when I say partner, I mean-"

"I know what you meant. My husband's just over there." She jerked a thumb over his shoulder, and Henry craned to see. The man in question was six foot-something tall, and built like a brick-outhouse. Henry could tell from that distance that it was all muscle. "He doesn't mind."

"Well, I do." Will insisted. "I'm sorry, Jessica, but you weren't interested in me when you had the chance, and now you just want what you can't have." Her dark eyes narrowed dangerously, but the profiler didn't back down. He pulled Henry closer, until the werewolf could feel every muscle down his lovers' body. "I've literally just introduced you to the man I'm seeing, so why would you think I'd be receptive to you making a pass at me?" Jessica turned red.

"I've never been turned down." She hissed. "How dare you?"

"Maybe try hitting on a single straight man." Henry snarled. He pressed himself against Will, possessively. Will glanced at him, quick and approving, reassuring Henry that he wasn't crossing a line. "Back off, and take your silicone tits and lipo-ed ass to go find someone else to fuck. This one's mine." He stroked a hand down Will's stomach, and slid his fingers through the belt loops. Jessica looked disgusted and stalked away, no doubt to find better prospects.

"Well, that was..." Will trailed off. Henry chuckled.

"Sorry. She was pissing me off." Will tugged him around until they stood face to face. "I couldn't let her seduce my mate, now could I?"

"Not at all." Henry smirked as Will nuzzled against his cheek. "Not that she'd have succeeded." The psychologist kissed him, deeply.

"Don't you mind? All your old friends will think you're gay." Will laughed into his mouth and kissed him again.

"How about we go find somewhere quieter?" he murmured. "It always makes me horny when you act like you give a crap."

"Now that's something I never thought I'd hear William Zimmerman say to a guy."

TBC