Angel Fan Fiction ❯ Lies. ❯ Lies. ( Chapter 1 )

Lies.

 

A one-shot by Harmony Sunsinger.

 

Do you know where your heart is?

Do you think you can find it?

Or did you trade it for something,

Somewhere,

Better just to have it?

Do you know where your love is?

Do you think that you lost it?

You felt it so strong,

But nothing's turned out how you want it.

 

He took a deep breath, pressing his face into the soft pillow. Sighing first, Wesley inhaled deeply. For just a few minutes, he tried to blink the sleep out of his blue eyes, sitting up and looking around.

 

It was a pretty small cabin; he was lying in a cloth hammock on the porch of the cabin. There was a beach to his left. The waves were magnificent, rising high and crashing against the white sand beautifully. Taking another deep breath, Wesley stood, gathering the strangely sweet-smelling, cream-colored sheet around him at the waist. His muscular, sweat-shining chest remained bare, goosebumps rising on his skin from the cool breeze that blew through the porch right then.

 

All of a sudden, he heard a loud creaking noise behind him; whirling completely around to face the newcomer, Wesley was totally taken aback by the very familiar face in this very unfamiliar setting.

 

He stood stock still for just a second before straightening just a bit. “Oh. Illyria. Mind telling me what you think you're doing? And why are we here? Did we lose the battle?”

 

The brown-eyed beauty standing there smirked, a little puzzled. “What do you mean, Wes?”

 

He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to rid himself of the feelings growing in the pit of his stomach. She was just as beautiful as ever; her eyes were their old clear, milk chocolatey color instead of the misty, deadened blue he'd grown accustomed to over the past weeks. Her skin had returned to its pretty, olive tone, and she practically glowed against the sunny background of the ocean. Her eyes were filled with a question; Wesley wasn't sure he knew the answer.

 

“Illyria, you know how I feel about that form,” he said stiffly, looking away from her finally. Wesley slowly exhaled, trying to calm himself.

 

She let out a very Fred-like giggle. “Oh, Wesley,” she murmured, her Texas accent thick and absolutely beautiful. His head snapped back up, and his blue eyes settled on her lithe form once again, seriously surprised. He'd expected her to revert back to her “true blue” form that was definitely Illyria - but there stood sweet, beautiful Fred, smiling that smile at him. Her hair was still long and wavy, and the wind blew it gently across her shoulders. The light caught a few strands of it suddenly, and it shone a rainbow of surreal reds and golds and every color in between.

 

He noticed, finally, that she was wearing a silk wrap, a bohemian, tribal style wrap. It was a light pink, and the color seemed to make her smooth, tanned skin glow even more in the bright sun.

 

Wesley's lips parted somewhat in surprise as he stared at her. Fred's smile only grew.

 

“You're not Illyria, are you?” Wes asked softly, his tone disbelieving.

 

The young woman shook her head slightly. “No,” she whispered, still smiling prettily at him.

 

“You're Fred?” Wesley took a step closer to her as the words left his lips, scanning her face with an intensity she had dearly missed.

 

She nodded vigorously, her lips pursed.

 

His nostrils filled with the scent of her; she smiled like lilacs and sandalwood, just like she did when she was alive. He felt suddenly as though he couldn't breathe anymore. Slowly, he reached forward, cupping the left side of her jaw in his large, rough hand. Still staring incredulously at her, he rubbed his thumb against the silky smooth skin of her jawline and cheek.

 

All of a sudden, his emotions caught up with him; the butterflies swept through his bloodstream, and the intense want and need he had been trying so hard to suppress over the past three years hit him like a semi.

 

Wesley's lips crashed into Fred's, and he swept the beautiful former scientist up in his arms. The pair stumbled backward, tripping into the shack. There was a bed very close to the door; Wesley picked her up and tossed her on the mattress.

 

He loved the tight-lipped squeal she emanated when she bounced on the makeshift bed.

 

He loved the feeling of dominance that overcame his senses as he practically ripped the wrap from her small, shivering body.

 

He loved the way Fred writhed beneath him as he trailed soft kisses along her smooth, taut tummy.

 

He loved the way her face twisted in pleasure as he rubbed his fingers across the supple mounds of her breasts.

 

He loved the loud groans she made as he ran his hands across her slim body, moving away the sheet to press himself against her.

 

He loved everything about being with her, here, in this beautiful place.

 

His cheek pressed against hers, and Fred inhaled sharply in his ear as his stiff cock pressed against her practically dripping entrance. Wes grabbed a handful of her hair, making calming noises as he thrust into her. He made sure to go slowly at first, trying to be gentle with her. Then, in true Fred fashion, she shuddered and whispered roughly in his ear, “You can go faster and harder that that… I'm not gonna -”

 

Wesley growled loudly as he sped up the pace of his thrusts, effectively cutting her off mid-sentence. Fred had only a moment to cry out “Break!” before her pretty, brown eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her slim hips bucked into him, drawing his further inward. The both of them moaned and shouted as they went at it as though they hadn't seen each other in years.

 

He ran his hands up her arms, thumbing her shoulders. Her thin body was so perfect; Wesley moaned loudly as he slammed into her tight, tiny body. He could tell that Fred was nearing her completion when she began to tremble beneath him. He pulled her flush against him, relishing the feel of her perfect, perky breasts rubbing against his smooth pectorals. Fred groaned and grunted, bucking her hips into him.

 

All of a sudden, she cried out as her slick, tight inner walls clenched on his rock hard member, and he yelled her name as he spilled white-hot seed inside her.

 

Slowly, he slid out of her and lay down on her side beside her. Somehow, the bright daylight that had been peeking in through the open window the entire time they'd made love suddenly fell to darkness. Moonlight shone into the one-room cabin while Wes started to rub on little Fred's back soothingly. She snored lightly as she slept, and Wesley soon joined her, falling asleep while listening to the waves outside.

 

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Wes watched intensely as Fred licked her pink lips. “So we're both in some sort of paradise dimension?” he asked, just to clarify. Slowly, she nodded.

 

“We're dead,” he deadpanned.

 

Fred giggled her cute little giggle before answering, “Pretty much.” She turned over a little, gazing at the brightly lit, still open window. “Y'know, Cordy's in this same dimension, somewhere. So's Darla. They're actually sort of… well, friends. I think it's the whole `Connor's mom' thing… They both kind of fit the bill, y'know…”

 

He silenced her with a quick peck on the lips. She grinned at his devilish smirk.

 

Suddenly, his cheerful expression broke, and he stared at her, somewhat in disbelief, as he remembered something. “After you died…”

 

Fred's face fell as she listened to him. “Fred, after Illyria took over your body, the doctor… both Gunn's doctor and Knox said that there was no bringing you back. They both told us that your soul had been burnt up transitioning Illyria's into your body…”

 

She started at him, a little shocked. “Kn-Knox didn't know any better,” she mumbled, staring directly into his clear, blue eyes. A light, pretty blush settled across her nose and cheeks at the mention of her old flame. “But the doctor…” She sighed, shifting in her seat uncomfortably. “The doctor was a liar. I… I didn't burn away.” She giggled, grinning brightly. “Obviously, my soul came here. Cordy and Darla were waiting here for me.” Her expression became sad as she ran her fingers along his jaw and chin. “And now we're both dead.” She was silent for only a moment before whispering, “Wes, I'm real sorry you died.”

 

There was a pause, tension hanging thickly in the air, until the silence was abruptly broken by Wes's laughter. He hugged her close to him, smiling as his laughter faded. “And I'm not.” Nuzzling the base of her neck, he murmured, “Let's get back to paradise now, shall we?”

 

Well, bless my soul

You're a lonely soul

`Cause you won't let go of anything you hold

“Well, all I need

“Is the air I breathe

“And a place to rest my head…”

 

* “Say (All I Need)” performed by One Republic.