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Should Haves

By Rach

SUMMARY: What Fred really did after leaving with Knox.
PAIRING: Wes/Fred all the way!
TIMELINE: Starts during the last scene of Lineage.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. Really, I do. Nothing what-so-ever.
DISTRIBUTION: WNW, anywhere else that has my stuff and might want it!
FEEDBACK: Yes, please! To rachfic@manly-fashion.org if you want to!

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“Oh, sorry to... interrupt. I... but... Fred, you're injured.” Fred sighed as Knox appeared behind her. He was the last thing she and Wesley needed. “I know we're supposed to work ourselves to death and all, but I'm guessing that the firm isn't enforcing that rule as strictly as it used to.” He smiled a little as he spoke. “And I thought I was gonna take you home.”

“Um, well, I... Wesley and I were just...” She half-turned back to Wesley as she spoke, but he wasn’t even meeting her eyes anymore. Her mind flicked through excuses she could use, but before she’d settled on one, he spoke.

“Go.” He spoke very softly as he looked up at her. “You should go.”

She looked at him with uncertainty, her head saying a million things, no, not now, later, we need to talk. But her mouth didn’t say any of them as her eyes sunk to the ground and she followed Knox out of the door, while he made jokes about her injury.

Fred barely spoke a word as she trailed behind Knox, occasionally adding a “yeah” or an attempt at a laugh as he told another of his bad jokes. It wasn’t until they reached the car park that she decided for sure what she had to do.

“Knox, I just … there’s something I should have done.” She was already walking back towards the office. “You go. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“But, I thought - “

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry – but this really can’t wait. Its fine, Wesley will give me a ride home, or I’ll take a cab.”

Knox looked at Fred carefully, before sighing, realising she wasn’t going to budge on this one. “Okay,” he sighed. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

As soon as she was out of his sight, she ran up the steps and flew along the corridors. As she approached Wesley’s office, she slowed down, and heard Wesley’s voice.

“Listen, I wanted to – Nothing's wrong. I just... wanted to call... and...see how you were.” She realised who he was calling, and waited as he politely ended the call, clearly being berated by his father for calling at such an inconsiderate time of day. After he hung up, she took a few moments to compose herself, before approaching the doorway.

Wesley was standing at the window, surveying the view, when he heard the knock. Something inside told him who it would be seconds before he turned his head. “I thought you left. You should have.”

Fred stepped inside the room and shrugged. “I realised there was something I had to do before I left. Something important.” She stepped carefully towards him as she spoke, her voice barely more than a whisper.

Wes pulled his hands out of his pockets and turned properly towards her. “And what would that be?” he asked, his voice no louder than Fred’s.

He didn’t know what he was expecting her to say or do, but he was fairly certain he wasn’t expecting what happened next. He watched her as she walked slowly towards him until her body was inches from his own. “This,” she whispered, as her good hand lifted up and settled on his shoulder. As she moved her face closer to his, she looked into his eyes, waiting for some sign she wasn’t about to make the hugest mistake of her life and lose one of her best friends in the process. The look she saw there reassured her, and as her lips touched his, she realised nothing had ever felt this right before.

His arms slipped around her back as he pushed her against his desk, his thoughts alternating between disbelief that this was really happening, and guilt in case Fred thought he’d pushed her into this by saying what he’d said. It didn’t last long. As he felt her tighten her hand around his shoulder, all he could think about was Fred. She tasted sweet, like he’d expected, and yet so much better than he could ever have imagined.

His fingers dropped to her waist and began to play with her shirt. He pulled at the hem and untucked it from her trousers, and then his hands hovered around her waist, on top of her clothing. She dropped her hand from his shoulders, and placed it on top of his. Taking his hand, she guided it under her shirt, and shivered as his cool hands touched her skin. Letting go, she used her hand to push herself onto his desk, as he moved his hand up her back towards her bra.

She slowly began to undo the buttons on his shirt with her one good hand. As she revealed a little more of his skin with each button, she lost more control of what she was doing. She felt her bra unclick, and shuddered with delight as she realised this was what she’d wanted for a long time.

He pulled his hands away from her long enough to shrug off his shirt, then he felt her pull back from the kiss. She looked down at her injured arm.

“Could you help me get this off?” she whispered.

“But shouldn’t you -”

She shook her head. “It’s just a precaution. They said I could take it off for sleeping, so...” she smirked.

He nodded slightly, and kept one arm around her waist as he fiddled with the catch, clicking the sling off. She tilted her arm as he slipped the rest of it off, and she straightened her arm with a slight hiss. He frowned. “Fred, are you sure that-“

She smiled. “I’m fine. Really.” As she rested the arm on his shoulder, she grinned even wider. “Now, where were we?”

As Wesley kissed her neck with a smile, she traced her fingernails down his chest. “Around here, I think,” he laughed.

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