An Anon send me "Do you want to dance with me?" + Fred/Wesley
Timeline-wise… let's say its the Halloween party in Season 5, and Lorne didn't get his sleep removed, so things don't go quite as haywire and such, and everyone has a nice, normal Wolfram and Hart Party. That goes well.
Forgive me if this is bad. I'm not really much of a Fresley shipper.
Wesley was starting to wonder if agreeing to Lorne's pleas to attend the party had been the best of ideas. On the one hand, he understood he anagogic demon's point about Company Morale, but on the other hand… these sorts of gatherings never were exactly his thing.
So here he was, standing against the wall, watching the party kick into 'high gear' and instead of getting involved, he was busy itemizing the dozens of different tasks that he could be spending his time on. He was always busy – there was always another translation, more spell-detailing to do, more intelligence reports to go through. He was more than just the head of a department at Wolfram and Hart, it seemed like. He served as a gatekeeper for Angel, making sure the things that got to his desk were only the things that required his attention. And the man was still as overworked as they were.
Taking a breath, Wesley decided that no, he didn't need to be here anymore. Lorne would understand, and even if he didn't, he wouldn't get more than moderately disappointed. He wasn't really one to get angry.
Looking down at the untouched drink in his hand, Wesley set the glass down on one of mini-tables lining the wall and started to head for one of the exits before he felt a hand on his arm.
"Wesley! Come on, you can't go yet." Fred told him.
"I have a lot of work to get done, Fred." Wesley pointed out. "And parties like this… they're not exactly my thing."
"The party's just getting started." Fred said. "Don't you want to have a little fun? Come on!" She tried to tug him towards the dance floor.
"Fred, I'm not entirely sure that this qualifies as my idea of fun." Still, it was hard to refuse Fred anything when she insisted, so Wesley let her drag him back towards the party.
"Oh my god, Wesley, how you can be so smart and so stupid at the same time, I'll never know," Fred turned around and grabbed the front of his shirt. Before he could even process what she was doing, she pulled him down into a quick, but absolutely wonderful kiss. When she pulled back, it was all Wesley could do to maintain a coherent thought in his brain. "Now, Wesley, do you want to dance with me or not?" She gave him an almost sly smile as she asked the question.
After a moment to collect himself, Wesley nodded. "I believe – I think I very much like that idea." He let her drag him the rest of the way onto the dance floor, unable to keep from smiling.
Perhaps there was something to be said for parties after all.