Author: Blkjwldgds
Rating: PG? PG13? I suck at rating these things.
Spoilers: Up through season 4
Pairing: Wesley/Fred
Disclaimer: Do you really think that if I owned Wesley or Fred I would be sharing them? Yeah, didn't think so.
Archive: Please email author.

He wears the stubble to help hide the scar. The mottled and pink reminder of his mistake. An orchestrated situation predesigned by an evil bastard, but still-his mistake. He is clean shaven tonight though. But that's just fine. She sees him like he is, knows him. He smoothes down his navy shirt, an old nervous gesture. She's the only one who can make him twitchy, and apparently expand his palette more. The blue fabric feels smooth and claming, something with a little more life in it. His clothes, his stubble, his demeanor, everything's been gray for a long time. But she brings a vibrancy to him that's been lacking for as long as he can remember. So, a nice shade of dark blue. He'll never be a bright colors kind of guy anyway. He looks towards the door.

She, however, is all swirling color and shimmer. His vibrancy. A deep red dress, almost purple. He smiles. Little baubles in her ears, a slight gold chain and her light makeup. Just her little outer expression of sparkle hiding the burning pulsing star within. And her skin? Well, it's best he not think about that just now.

They smile, Wesley opens the door and holds her elbow to give her a boost. She slides into the car with grace, not something so easy to do in a dress with an SUV. A comfortable silence fills the drive. He glances at Fred only to catch her looking at him. She flashes an embarrassed smile and looks down. His eyes widen for a split second as his stomach absorbs the shock of her beauty, little flip flops. Before he can stop himself he reaches out and gently runs a hand down that smooth soft arm.

Under the caress it's her turn for the widened eyes and flip flops. She's just sure he can hear her heart beating loud and fast and frantic and she's waiting for him to ask what that thumping noise is. But he doesn't. Just sends her one of those rare gentle smiles, that she's always secretly thought of as just hers; so she gathers it close and stores it away.

They arrive. Someplace nice but nothing too fancy so as to make anyone nervous. They're seated, typical small chat had and orders given. After, he asks her a simple question about a new article in a scientific journal they both read. She lights up and starts rambling on for a second before it clicks in her brain what he's done. She pauses, grins, and continues on at a more normal rate. He listens, interjecting now and again, but is content to stare at the lovely red pout before him. Then he too becomes lost in the conversation and it is her turn to stare-into those flashing passionate eyes. The food, the wine, and the hours are barely noticed. The restaurant closes. She links her arm with his on the walk back to the car. As she's climbing in, she asks if they can have coffee. He agrees and the dinner conversation is resumed-now on demon types-and the drive flies by.

The making of coffee. She takes down two cups placing them on the counter and smiles, looking up at him. He's just watching her, coffee forgotten. He doesn't grab her this time. As he's tilting her chin up she's already putting her arms around his neck.

She tastes deeply sweet, almost like a plum, with the possibility of tartness. Her scent is enveloping him. Heady and spicy and warm. He ducks and licks her neck, wanting to taste that smell, roll it around in his mouth and keep it. She gives a little gasp and soon no one knows where one mouth begins or ends.

He blinks because he's sitting down now. She guided them to the couch and he didn't even notice. He looks at her and she has a small frown on her face. He reaches out and evens the wrinkle on her forehead, as she places her hand on the side of his face. He greedily turns into it, loving her touch. Now both hands are on his face, either memorizing or examining, he's not sure which. She shh's him, smoothing his raised eyebrow. His forehead, his eyes, cheeks, nose, ears, mouth, chin, all are caressed by those gentle fingers. His eyes opened when they reached his neck. Not even looking up at him she shushes him again. Then, leaning down, she drags her tongue over the ragged line. He stops breathing.

She does it again, reopening a wound he wants to forget and yet never can. Her tongue darts out, quick swipes over and over that are making him more aroused than he thought possible. Then she closes it with soft kisses. She sits back, gazing into his eyes, looking so serene. He reaches out to cup her face and a gentle kiss turns hungry, both of them drinking the other in huge gasping gulps. Flinging the need for her out of himself and into their fused mouths only to be bombarded by her need for him.

Maybe later he'll remember details but right now its just Her. Her softness, the taste of her scent from her collarbone and that spot right there between her breasts. Her little gasps and sighs, her hands wandering the most wonderful of places, her unforgettable mouth and that lovely tongue.

She has no idea what room they are in now because everything is Him. That male scent that she's never been able to find anyplace else but will always recognize, his great exploring hands, the worlds sexiest moans, that amazing tongue. Lips softer than any she's found and that voice. Oh, that voice.

She's creating this swirling in him as surely as he's creating it in her. Almost spinning our of control and then he's inside her and it's an anchor. She wraps around him and this perfect blend of human happens.

He thinks if she sinks any more into him she'll be able to caress his heart. She think if he climbs inside her any further he could live with her under her skin, forever part of her. The climax is great crashing waves, twisting them together so that separation is impossible without damage.

He holds her now as close as possible for flesh to flesh. Both unable to move and unable to want to.

"I love you."

"I love you."

They kiss themselves into the sweetest of sleeps.