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Chapter 95
Deja Vu
Pairing: Angel/Spike Fred/Wesley
Rating: NC17
Author: Jane Alexander
Disclaimer: No infringement of copyright is intended. The characters belong to Joss. I’m just borrowing them. I’ll try and return them undamaged, honest!
Document version: 28 January 2005
Feedback: janealexanderxxx@hotmail.com
Archived at: http://www.foreverfandom.net/viewstory.php?sid=4394
This story is AU and is a sequel to The Guy in Question.
Warning: includes character death.
Chapter 95
The village - the same night
**************
Fred wondered why Wesley had waited outside while she fetched her cloak. Was he afraid to be alone with her? Had she been too forward in suggesting they go for a walk? She knew he wanted her. That much was obvious but she didn’t really know what he expected of her. Did he plan to court her once they were back in LA or had he expected she’d fall straight into bed with him? Would he be shocked if she made the first move? Would it turn him away from her for good if she behaved like a slut? As well as she thought she knew him, this was, after all, their first date.
Of course, she *was* a slut. She already knew that and Wesley would know it too once he found out about the baby.
“Let me carry that for you,” Wesley said as she closed the door behind her and turned to face him.
“Thank you,” she said, handing him the cloak.
It was much too warm to wear it now and, in all probability, it would remain that way for the rest of the night but this was Wesley’s first night in Pylea. He wouldn’t know what to expect, would he? Except that it wasn’t his first night here… She began to worry that he might guess her real reason for bringing the cloak…
“How far are we going?” he asked.
*All the way,* she found herself hoping. Yes, she was a slut. She couldn’t deny it. She’d felt a tingling in her groin from the moment he’d first smiled at her… but perhaps it was just a side effect of being pregnant. Hadn’t she read somewhere a long time ago, when she worked in the public library, that libido increases during the third trimester? But she was only in the second. Oh dear!
“It’s not far,” she said, “about half a mile. The moon will light our path.”
“I have a torch,” Wesley said, reaching into his bag and coming up with a flashlight, “in case we need one.”
She wondered what else he had in the bag.
“I’m curious, Wesley, what else do you have in your rucksack?” she asked. “Lorne did mention you were once a Boy Scout.”
“Chocolate,” he said with a smile.
“Chocolate!” she squealed. “Oh, Wesley, I’d do anything for a piece of chocolate. It’s been so long…”
He laughed.
“Anything?”
She found herself giggling. He was adorable when he laughed. If he asked, she’d go down on him right here and now - chocolate or no chocolate.
“I didn’t mean…” she began.
Damn! How could she get out of this without confirming his worst suspicions, that she was nothing but a common slut?
“… anything improper,” she concluded.
Now that made her sound like she was frigid. Oh, heck!
“Of course not,” Wesley replied. “I never imagined… Would you like a piece?”
He broke off a square of chocolate and handed it to her.
“It’s only Cadbury’s, I’m afraid.”
“Oh, I love Cadbury’s. It’s my favourite,” she said, popping the square into her mouth. “Mmmm…”
They walked in silence, sharing the chocolate.
Of course, he must know how much she loved chocolate but, even so, it was so thoughtful of him to bring it for her. She paused and turned to look at him. He smiled and she realised for the first time that this was different to the way she’d felt about Groo. This time it wasn’t just his body she craved, she was starting to fall in love with Wesley. Maybe she’d even been a little in love with him before they’d ever met. After all, Lorne had talked about him every day. When she finally met him it was like meeting an old friend.
“I have a bottle of water if you’re thirsty,” he said opening the bag again.
She giggled.
“You’ve thought of everything,” she said.
She wondered if he’d brought condoms. Had he come prepared to have sex with her?
He unscrewed the top and handed her the bottle. She took a couple of mouthfuls and handed it back to him watching as he tipped his head back to drink from the bottle himself.
She realised she was still staring when he’d finished.
“Do I have chocolate on my face?” he asked.
She shook her head.
“Do I?” she asked, hoping she did and that he’d lick it off.
“Yes, just here,” he said, touching the tip of his finger to the edge of her mouth.
She stared at the finger but resisted the temptation to perform fellatio on it.
*Don’t be a slut.* she kept telling herself.
“Thank you,” she giggled.
They began to walk once more.
“It’s just around this next clump of trees,” she said, pointing the way.
***************
Spike was still in the water when he heard footsteps approaching. He’d been hoping to go skinny dipping with Angel. That clearly wasn’t gonna happen anytime soon but it was a warm night and the water looked so tempting he’d decided to take a dip on his own.
He scrambled up the bank and grabbed his clothes, ducking behind a bush as the owners of the footsteps came into view: Fred and Wes. He should have guessed. So much for having a nice slow wank after his swim.
“See what I mean,” Fred was saying, “how pretty the water looks with the moonlight filtering through the trees?”
“It’s beautiful,” Wesley replied.
Spike smiled to himself. In their present mood, if the pheromones pouring off the pair of ’em were anything to go by, a bleedin’ slag-heap was gonna look like Shangri-La.
Bugger! They were stopping just a few yards away.
Spike glanced at his surroundings as he quietly finished dressing. He couldn’t very well stay here all night if Wes was planning on shagging her on the river bank. On the other hand, if he revealed himself now it might bugger up whatever Wesley had got planned.
“Would you like to sit down?” Wes asked. “The ground is dry.”
“We could sit on this,” Fred said, pointing to whatever it was Wesley was holding.
“Good idea,” he said, spreading it on the ground. It looked like a blanket. Surely he hadn’t brought that with him in the rucksack?
When he was satisfied with the way he’d spread it out Wesley gestured for Fred to sit down. She did so and he sat down beside her, not as close mind as Spike had been expecting. The rucksack lay between them.
“I have another bar of chocolate,” Wesley said.
Well, if he was gonna seduce her with chocolate, they were in for a long night!
Spike made himself as comfortable as he could and tried not to listen to their conversation. It wasn’t gonna be easy.
**************
Wesley wasn’t certain what to make of their present situation. Why had Fred brought him here? He hadn’t come to Pylea with the intention of seducing her. He merely wanted to rescue her. Naturally, he hoped that one day she would develop feelings for him but even in his wildest dreams he hadn’t expected it to be love - or, even lust - at first sight and yet she’d been coming on to him all evening, hadn’t she? Or was he imagining it? He knew he shouldn’t overlook the fact that she’d been isolated from family and friends for over three years. Apart from Lorne, there was no one here with whom she could reminisce about her previous way of life. She was bound to feel close to someone who understood that way of life. He shouldn’t read too much into it. It wasn’t flirting. She’d been doing it with Spike and Angel too. It meant nothing.
**************
Fred wondered what she should do next. How much more obvious could she get without actually throwing herself at him? Wesley was merely looking at her and she so wanted him to kiss her. He’d placed his bag between them. Was that a sign he didn’t want to get any closer just yet?
**************
Come on, Wes, Spike thought to himself. She’s sitting on your blanket, eating your chocolate. What are you waiting for, a bloody gilt-edged invitation?
**************
Wesley lifted the bag into his lap, delved inside and retrieved the water bottle. Opening it, he offered it to Fred.
**************
Fred was hoping she’d managed to get chocolate on her face again. If she drank the water she might inadvertently wash it off.
She shook her head.
“I’m good,” she said.
*************
Yeah, I bet you are, Luv!
That’s it Wes. Put the bag down on the other side. Yes!
*************
“Allow me,” Wesley said, reaching toward her to rub a smear of chocolate from her chin with his finger.
His heart skipped a beat as he felt her fingers curling around his, lifting his forefinger to her mouth. She was sucking it in.
His jeans suddenly felt too tight, much too tight.
He swallowed as he watched her cleaning his finger. When she was finished she smiled up at him. It was the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen.
*************
She smiled at him and silently prayed he’d get the message.
He smiled back and she felt a sudden warmth between her legs. She so wanted him…
*************
Come on, Pet. Can’t you see, she’s gagging for it?
*************
Wesley leaned toward her. She didn’t flinch. She was moistening her lips with the tip of her tongue. That was a good sign, wasn’t it? She wanted him to kiss her, didn’t she?
Their mouths were mere millimetres apart. He could feel her breath on his face.
He slipped one arm around her and she tilted her head. Then their mouths were touching, her lips were parting, his tongue was inside. They were kissing. He was actually kissing Fred!
Her arms were around his neck, pulling him closer. He heard a moan as he deepened the kiss…
**************
Oh, yes, Wesley!
They were kissing at last. It was everything she’d imagined it would be and more.
His passion was increasing. He was moaning into her mouth. Suddenly, she found herself on her back, Wesley’s hand pulling at the laces on the front of her dress. Then his hand was on her breast.
Oh, yes!
**************
That’s it, Wes. Get her kit off. That dress was gonna be tricky though. He wondered if Wes’d have the balls to tear it off her.
Fuck!
As Spike looked on, Wesley suddenly ended the kiss and rolled away from her.
What now?
**************
Wesley sat up and tried to get himself under control. He’d only intended a kiss… one simple kiss… not to ravish her. He was an animal. What would she think of him? She’d never want him now.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “I shouldn’t have…”
As he spoke he felt her fingers brush the side of his face.
“There’s no need to apologise. I wanted you to kiss me…” she whispered.
He turned to look her in the eye.
“I want you,” she breathed.
“You do?”
“Yes, very much.”
Thank goodness!
Before he could say anything else her lips were on his once more, her tongue duelling with his own, her hands grabbing at the hem of his t-shirt.
He ended the kiss just long enough for her to pull the shirt over his head.
“Make love to me, Wesley,” she said as he wrapped his arms around her once more.
There was nothing he’d rather do…
*************
That’s more like it, Wes.
Oh, okay, we’re not gonna attempt to remove the dress. Spike could see how undoing all those laces was gonna be a real mood-killer.
Spike watched as Wesley lifted Fred’s skirts and pulled her underwear off in one swift move. Then he was pulling his jeans down over his hips and positioning himself ready for business.
Spike turned away. They were his friends. He knew he shouldn’t watch. He’d creep away and leave them to it once they got started.
************
Pairing: Angel/Spike Fred/Wesley
Rating: NC17
Author: Jane Alexander
Disclaimer: No infringement of copyright is intended. The characters belong to Joss. I’m just borrowing them. I’ll try and return them undamaged, honest!
Document version: 28 January 2005
Feedback: janealexanderxxx@hotmail.com
Archived at: http://www.foreverfandom.net/viewstory.php?sid=4394
This story is AU and is a sequel to The Guy in Question.
Warning: includes character death.
Chapter 95
The village - the same night
**************
Fred wondered why Wesley had waited outside while she fetched her cloak. Was he afraid to be alone with her? Had she been too forward in suggesting they go for a walk? She knew he wanted her. That much was obvious but she didn’t really know what he expected of her. Did he plan to court her once they were back in LA or had he expected she’d fall straight into bed with him? Would he be shocked if she made the first move? Would it turn him away from her for good if she behaved like a slut? As well as she thought she knew him, this was, after all, their first date.
Of course, she *was* a slut. She already knew that and Wesley would know it too once he found out about the baby.
“Let me carry that for you,” Wesley said as she closed the door behind her and turned to face him.
“Thank you,” she said, handing him the cloak.
It was much too warm to wear it now and, in all probability, it would remain that way for the rest of the night but this was Wesley’s first night in Pylea. He wouldn’t know what to expect, would he? Except that it wasn’t his first night here… She began to worry that he might guess her real reason for bringing the cloak…
“How far are we going?” he asked.
*All the way,* she found herself hoping. Yes, she was a slut. She couldn’t deny it. She’d felt a tingling in her groin from the moment he’d first smiled at her… but perhaps it was just a side effect of being pregnant. Hadn’t she read somewhere a long time ago, when she worked in the public library, that libido increases during the third trimester? But she was only in the second. Oh dear!
“It’s not far,” she said, “about half a mile. The moon will light our path.”
“I have a torch,” Wesley said, reaching into his bag and coming up with a flashlight, “in case we need one.”
She wondered what else he had in the bag.
“I’m curious, Wesley, what else do you have in your rucksack?” she asked. “Lorne did mention you were once a Boy Scout.”
“Chocolate,” he said with a smile.
“Chocolate!” she squealed. “Oh, Wesley, I’d do anything for a piece of chocolate. It’s been so long…”
He laughed.
“Anything?”
She found herself giggling. He was adorable when he laughed. If he asked, she’d go down on him right here and now - chocolate or no chocolate.
“I didn’t mean…” she began.
Damn! How could she get out of this without confirming his worst suspicions, that she was nothing but a common slut?
“… anything improper,” she concluded.
Now that made her sound like she was frigid. Oh, heck!
“Of course not,” Wesley replied. “I never imagined… Would you like a piece?”
He broke off a square of chocolate and handed it to her.
“It’s only Cadbury’s, I’m afraid.”
“Oh, I love Cadbury’s. It’s my favourite,” she said, popping the square into her mouth. “Mmmm…”
They walked in silence, sharing the chocolate.
Of course, he must know how much she loved chocolate but, even so, it was so thoughtful of him to bring it for her. She paused and turned to look at him. He smiled and she realised for the first time that this was different to the way she’d felt about Groo. This time it wasn’t just his body she craved, she was starting to fall in love with Wesley. Maybe she’d even been a little in love with him before they’d ever met. After all, Lorne had talked about him every day. When she finally met him it was like meeting an old friend.
“I have a bottle of water if you’re thirsty,” he said opening the bag again.
She giggled.
“You’ve thought of everything,” she said.
She wondered if he’d brought condoms. Had he come prepared to have sex with her?
He unscrewed the top and handed her the bottle. She took a couple of mouthfuls and handed it back to him watching as he tipped his head back to drink from the bottle himself.
She realised she was still staring when he’d finished.
“Do I have chocolate on my face?” he asked.
She shook her head.
“Do I?” she asked, hoping she did and that he’d lick it off.
“Yes, just here,” he said, touching the tip of his finger to the edge of her mouth.
She stared at the finger but resisted the temptation to perform fellatio on it.
*Don’t be a slut.* she kept telling herself.
“Thank you,” she giggled.
They began to walk once more.
“It’s just around this next clump of trees,” she said, pointing the way.
***************
Spike was still in the water when he heard footsteps approaching. He’d been hoping to go skinny dipping with Angel. That clearly wasn’t gonna happen anytime soon but it was a warm night and the water looked so tempting he’d decided to take a dip on his own.
He scrambled up the bank and grabbed his clothes, ducking behind a bush as the owners of the footsteps came into view: Fred and Wes. He should have guessed. So much for having a nice slow wank after his swim.
“See what I mean,” Fred was saying, “how pretty the water looks with the moonlight filtering through the trees?”
“It’s beautiful,” Wesley replied.
Spike smiled to himself. In their present mood, if the pheromones pouring off the pair of ’em were anything to go by, a bleedin’ slag-heap was gonna look like Shangri-La.
Bugger! They were stopping just a few yards away.
Spike glanced at his surroundings as he quietly finished dressing. He couldn’t very well stay here all night if Wes was planning on shagging her on the river bank. On the other hand, if he revealed himself now it might bugger up whatever Wesley had got planned.
“Would you like to sit down?” Wes asked. “The ground is dry.”
“We could sit on this,” Fred said, pointing to whatever it was Wesley was holding.
“Good idea,” he said, spreading it on the ground. It looked like a blanket. Surely he hadn’t brought that with him in the rucksack?
When he was satisfied with the way he’d spread it out Wesley gestured for Fred to sit down. She did so and he sat down beside her, not as close mind as Spike had been expecting. The rucksack lay between them.
“I have another bar of chocolate,” Wesley said.
Well, if he was gonna seduce her with chocolate, they were in for a long night!
Spike made himself as comfortable as he could and tried not to listen to their conversation. It wasn’t gonna be easy.
**************
Wesley wasn’t certain what to make of their present situation. Why had Fred brought him here? He hadn’t come to Pylea with the intention of seducing her. He merely wanted to rescue her. Naturally, he hoped that one day she would develop feelings for him but even in his wildest dreams he hadn’t expected it to be love - or, even lust - at first sight and yet she’d been coming on to him all evening, hadn’t she? Or was he imagining it? He knew he shouldn’t overlook the fact that she’d been isolated from family and friends for over three years. Apart from Lorne, there was no one here with whom she could reminisce about her previous way of life. She was bound to feel close to someone who understood that way of life. He shouldn’t read too much into it. It wasn’t flirting. She’d been doing it with Spike and Angel too. It meant nothing.
**************
Fred wondered what she should do next. How much more obvious could she get without actually throwing herself at him? Wesley was merely looking at her and she so wanted him to kiss her. He’d placed his bag between them. Was that a sign he didn’t want to get any closer just yet?
**************
Come on, Wes, Spike thought to himself. She’s sitting on your blanket, eating your chocolate. What are you waiting for, a bloody gilt-edged invitation?
**************
Wesley lifted the bag into his lap, delved inside and retrieved the water bottle. Opening it, he offered it to Fred.
**************
Fred was hoping she’d managed to get chocolate on her face again. If she drank the water she might inadvertently wash it off.
She shook her head.
“I’m good,” she said.
*************
Yeah, I bet you are, Luv!
That’s it Wes. Put the bag down on the other side. Yes!
*************
“Allow me,” Wesley said, reaching toward her to rub a smear of chocolate from her chin with his finger.
His heart skipped a beat as he felt her fingers curling around his, lifting his forefinger to her mouth. She was sucking it in.
His jeans suddenly felt too tight, much too tight.
He swallowed as he watched her cleaning his finger. When she was finished she smiled up at him. It was the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen.
*************
She smiled at him and silently prayed he’d get the message.
He smiled back and she felt a sudden warmth between her legs. She so wanted him…
*************
Come on, Pet. Can’t you see, she’s gagging for it?
*************
Wesley leaned toward her. She didn’t flinch. She was moistening her lips with the tip of her tongue. That was a good sign, wasn’t it? She wanted him to kiss her, didn’t she?
Their mouths were mere millimetres apart. He could feel her breath on his face.
He slipped one arm around her and she tilted her head. Then their mouths were touching, her lips were parting, his tongue was inside. They were kissing. He was actually kissing Fred!
Her arms were around his neck, pulling him closer. He heard a moan as he deepened the kiss…
**************
Oh, yes, Wesley!
They were kissing at last. It was everything she’d imagined it would be and more.
His passion was increasing. He was moaning into her mouth. Suddenly, she found herself on her back, Wesley’s hand pulling at the laces on the front of her dress. Then his hand was on her breast.
Oh, yes!
**************
That’s it, Wes. Get her kit off. That dress was gonna be tricky though. He wondered if Wes’d have the balls to tear it off her.
Fuck!
As Spike looked on, Wesley suddenly ended the kiss and rolled away from her.
What now?
**************
Wesley sat up and tried to get himself under control. He’d only intended a kiss… one simple kiss… not to ravish her. He was an animal. What would she think of him? She’d never want him now.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “I shouldn’t have…”
As he spoke he felt her fingers brush the side of his face.
“There’s no need to apologise. I wanted you to kiss me…” she whispered.
He turned to look her in the eye.
“I want you,” she breathed.
“You do?”
“Yes, very much.”
Thank goodness!
Before he could say anything else her lips were on his once more, her tongue duelling with his own, her hands grabbing at the hem of his t-shirt.
He ended the kiss just long enough for her to pull the shirt over his head.
“Make love to me, Wesley,” she said as he wrapped his arms around her once more.
There was nothing he’d rather do…
*************
That’s more like it, Wes.
Oh, okay, we’re not gonna attempt to remove the dress. Spike could see how undoing all those laces was gonna be a real mood-killer.
Spike watched as Wesley lifted Fred’s skirts and pulled her underwear off in one swift move. Then he was pulling his jeans down over his hips and positioning himself ready for business.
Spike turned away. They were his friends. He knew he shouldn’t watch. He’d creep away and leave them to it once they got started.
************