Reflections

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I do not own any of these characters. I do not make money off of my fanfics so please don't try to sue me. I write fics only based on characters I love and would like to have seen more of and had more behind the scenes more adult level story lines from.


Note: If you do not like the idea of a human characters from this show having sex with a non-vampiric demon then don't read my story. I happen to think that there was the possibility for something a little deeper between these two characters and so I decided to write it.

Pairings: Lorne/Fred


Time: Post Hole in the World (where Fred dies). Takes place sometime during the episode of Shells. Season 5.

Reflections

Alone in his high rise studio apartment furnished by Wolfram & Hart Lorne sat in the darkness, a fresh Sea Breeze in his hand. He gazed out the sliding glass door and across the ample balcony toward the distant blurred lights of the city below with glazed and swollen eyes. His Fred was gone, his love. Oh, sure, he loved the rest of them too, Angel Cakes, Princess Cordy, Gunn Master, Wesley, even Harmony. But Fred, he had been in-love with her. Probably the only one who would ever truly know him here, ever truly understand him was Fred. Dear, sweet Fred. Dear smart, Texan Fred, what with her petite frame and sweet heart face, and the abundance of rippling waterfall of chestnut curls of hair...Fred. She was one of a kind. Kindness, and sweetness, that was Fred. Yet, she wasn't a push over either...she could kick demon booty with the big A himself. Fred, his beautiful Fred. She had been his, at least at one time.

***Not long after she and Gunn had ended their relationship and after he had been rescued (not in small measure by Fred herself) from that wanna be mystic motor-head in Vegas. She was still torn up about having lost Gunn, and confused as to her feelings for Wes. She and Lorne began spending their non-demon killing time together as friends. Before Jasmine was born and the world became a Shinny Happy People pop-up video remake and then the Everybody Hurts comedown video remake that had led them to Wolfram & Hart, he and Fred had been having a secret affair.

She made him promise it would never be shared with anyone else. She didn't want the scrutiny, or the drama. She just wanted and needed someone to love her for her and accept that she was who she was. She was a hell of a woman. Yeah, Lorne had known that she had always been truly in love with Wes. Hell, he was a fucking empath demon for crying out loud! But he loved her, and she knew that, and it was enough for both of them at that time. They had been out shopping for most of the day when things began to take a more romantic turn in their friendship. Angel was still brooding over Conner being with Cordy and Gunn was moping around with Electric Gwen. So he and Fred decided to go hang out on Rodeo Drive that day. They had taken a much deserved break from the demon fighting. They had had lunch at the Maple Drive Restaurant and then headed over to Banana Republic to check out some of the clothes, next they had gone over to Crate and Barrel to get some new decoupage for the hotel, they then gallivanted over to Michael Kors so Lorne could see if there were any suits he liked, and they headed to Christian Dior and Hugo Boss. On their way back to mainstay L.A. they hit Melrose to visit the more local stores and decided to drop by Starbucks and then while walking around they came upon Victoria Secrets.

The famous lingerie boutique had a new sale going on corsets and teddies. Fred stopped to look for a moment. "He likes things like this." She told him. Lorne knew she was referring to Gunn. "That time we came to rescue you in Vegas, he really thought I looked good in that teddy." " You did Fredickles. You did." Lorne took her hand in his and suggested that they go in and she find something she liked and tried it on for no one else but herself. At first she was hesitant but as she toyed with the idea it seemed to sink in and so in they went. She found a beautiful royal blue teddy in her size and a robe to match. She liked it so much that she decided to buy it. On their way back to the hotel they stopped to get some Chinese takeout and some wine. They decided to dine in Lorne's suite since it was much bigger than Fred's room and heck it was a suite. Lorne set up the table and dressed in his new evening suit that he had bought that day at Hugo Boss and put on some light jazz music while Fred went back to her room to change for a nice dinner. They knew that nobody else was around so they figured why not make a night of it. At half past six Fred knocked gently on Lorne's door. She looked breathtaking. A simple black cocktail dress of lace and satin and some simple black sandal pumps with a wine colored silk mini wrap around her arms and a small black satin sac bag in her hands. She took his breath away. He ushered her to the table he had prepared and they dined. They talked for hours over everything and nothing. They spoke about Pylea and about their respective times in his home dimension. They spoke of her youth in Texas and how she went from being a history major to a science major. Over the hours the meal gave way to desert and more and more abundance of wine. They spoke about art, music, philosophy. They spoke about demons, about Wolfram & Hart, about Angel, Cordy, Connor, Wes and Gunn. They spoke about what they wanted for their futures and how they would love to at times be free of all of the demon nonsense. Lorne even admitted that he wished at times he was human, especially so he would stand a better chance with the ladies. At this Fred smiled at him and took his hand across the table (which was pretty small to begin with) and squeezed it saying in lieu of absolutely nothing "I think most people would choose to be green, your shade if they had the choice." Lorne was brought to tears, it was the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to him in his life. She continued, "You are a good man and a good demon Lorne, it isn't what is inside or outside that really counts, it is what is in your soul and you have a beautiful soul. Besides, I like the outside of you , you are very handsome for a demon." She stated as if this was a normal type of conversation to have with a friend. Perhaps it was, if your friend happened to be six-two, a hundred and seventy pounds, with gold hair, horns on the forehead, and pigmently the color of the Jolly Green Giant. The truth was this was the closest thing he had ever had to a real date.

Fred smiled at the look on the devilishly cute demon's face and took another sip of wine before abruptly standing up and pulling her dumbfounded partner up from his seat to sway to the melody of a sweet and romantic jazz song. Fred couldn't resist leaning her head on Lorne's shoulder. He really did look so handsome tonight. And for once in her whole life, tonight, right now, this moment, only this moment mattered. She tilted her head up to see if he was following her lead. He was, his eyes were transfixed upon her. He leaned his head down and she tilted her head up. A kiss, sweet, unrushed, gossamer and unchallenged. They parted and he gently sat her back down to the chair in the living room they had been dancing. He sat down and told her that she did not have to let this go any further, that he was quite content to just be there with her. But she leaned over and kissed him again, this time there was a need there, a demand, urgency. He kissed her back, deeply. She stood after a little time and went over to the table by the door to his suite and took the bag she had brought with her. She told him she would be back in a moment and to just get comfortable. He had no idea what she was up to but he figured that the wine was working its' way through her system and she needed to powder her nose. He was incorrect. Five minutes later she returned but she was no longer in the knee length black cocktail dress she had been wearing. At the abrupt change in attire Lorne spilt his Sea Breeze he had just prepared on himself. He barely noticed it, because of the sight that was in front of him. She was a vision, an angel. She was clad in the royal blue teddy of velvet, satin and lace she had bought earlier that day, and on her feet were a pair of high heeled silver sandals. The robe she wore down around her elbows was of royal blue and shimmering silver. He took her breath away. He could hardly move. She walked toward him and picked up a small towel from the table and gently buffed off the wetness that had penetrated his new Hugo Boss robe from his dearly departed Sea Breeze. She then leaned down and smiled at him. She gently pushed him back against the sofa and startled him. His arms moved automatically to envelop her. His hands resting quite unintentionally on the firm royal blue , satin covered globes of her ass. She arched into him and kissed him. He opened for her willingly and the kiss could have set Jerry Lee Lewis's piano on fire. Fred continued to move back and forth on his lap and his hands began to squeeze her has as their kisses deepened. He moved his hands up to her small but very present breasts. He snaked his hands into the cup of the corset and released her breasts from their confines. They broke their kissing and immediately Lorne pulled her up further into his lap so that he was eye level with her beautiful breasts. He took his mouth and gently began to suckle her right breast and nipple. Fred moaned as she clutched his head with her right hand and her fingers twined themselves into his hair. Her left hand gripped his left shoulder as like a vise as she continued to rub back and forth against his quickly hardening groin. Lorne switched his attention to her left breast and began to slowly rub his left index finger and thumb against her perinea area. Fred moaned into his hair. Lorne quickly moved his mouth from her breast to her mouth. A deep kiss began as he snaked his hand underneath the satiny fabric and moaned into her mouth as he kissed her as his fingers made contact with the skin of her perinea area. Fred moaned as Lorne kissed her and he entered two large fingers into her tight pussy. She in return began to use her hand to encircle Lorne's very, very large cock through his satin pants. Lorne hissed in pleasure as she began to give him a very through hand job while he continued to probe her tight channel with his fingers. The kisses deepened and were becoming frenzied. Lorne wanted to make love to her so badly. So he picked her up (she was as light as a feather) and gently padded his way across the room to the adjoining bedroom. There he placed her on the bed and with a nod of approval ripped the underwear that matched her new teddy apart. He then shimmied out of his own satin evening pants and shirt (having already dispelled of his robe earlier) and allowed Fred to look at him before he proceeded. Fred drank him in. He was a very, very big boy. Looking at her beautiful demon's huge cock made her ache to have him inside her. She could tell why he was waiting though, all along his enormous shaft there were small (not large at all) horns, like small studs all along and the head of his dick was a shade bigger than the rest of him. All in all he boasted about a nine and a half inch cock that was roughly two and a half to three inches in diameter. His sack (the same shade of green as the rest of his body) was sizable as well. With a question in her eyes as to possible repercussions Lorne shrugged his shoulders. He didn't know if he could get her pregnant or not. He knew that wasn't the intention of tonight's activities. A hit of fear washed over Fred's face. Lorne leaned down and kissed her. He understood. She could see he did, but she could also see the pain he tried to hide from her. She could not bear that pain. She gave a small nod and took his hand and placed it back on her already wet mound. He looked down at her, his love and kissed her. Then without further reservation he gently began to mount her. He positioned himself at the base of her opening and gently began to push his head into her. She moaned as his head pushed in past her barrier and his cock began to sink into her sweetness. Fred cried out in pleasure as his cock penetrated her core. She began to rock back and forth into Lorne as he pounded faster and faster into her. She cried out his name as he took her over the edge in an orgasm that made her whole body spasm. Her release triggered his and he came inside her with such force he was concerned that he may have hurt her. But one look into her eyes (that were still glazed over with passion and lust) told him she was not hurt. He was amazed because when he looked down nearly every centimeter of his very large shaft was up inside her small, slender frame. He gently began to withdraw and Fred was racked by another body shuddering orgasm. He smiled as he fully exited her and leaned down to kiss her. Lorne brought in a bowl of hot soapy water and a sponge to wash them both up with. When he was done giving her a sponge bath and had dried them both off, they settled into bed together and held each other in sweet, blissful and restful sleep. The last thought that Lorne had as he drifted off to slumberland was that even if tomorrow she was not his and never wished to speak of this again, for one day and one night she was his and he was loved. That meant she would always be his, and he would always follow her hand outstretched if she ever wanted or needed him again.***


His beautiful Fred. She had flown away. Away from him, away from Wes, away from all of them. He hated Illyria. Not because of Illyria herself, but because her coming had taken his Fred away from them. It had taken her light away. It had made a hole in the world. His life, his world would never been the same without her. He didn't even know if he could live without her. He never had told her that, but it was true. She was the only love he had ever truly known or had. He had loved her more than anything else in the world, in this dimension or any other. He didn't know how he could continue to fight the good fight alongside Angel. How could he go back to Wolfram & Hart and act like this hadn't killed him as much as it had Wesley. Wesley. God how could he face him, the only person who could even remotely understand what he was feeling was Wesley and if he ever found out about he and Fred...he wasn't certain what would happen.

Lorne stared back out from the darkness out to the twinkling lights at the city below. Lorne would love her as long as he lived. He would miss her forever.


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