Fred smiled as his hands moved to frame her face, aware of the subtle alterations in caused to the embrace. His words?

Only caused her to smile more, meeting Wesley's gaze directly. Something felt different. Maybe an hour from now, even a day from now she'd have a head better tasked with navigating just what that was. But now, much like the soft friction she reveled in where his fingers brushed over her cheeks? Fred just wanted to enjoy how it made her feel.

She was still close enough to the nightstand to deposit her own wine glass, one mildly distressing thought occurring to her as she straightened.

"I can still borrow it every now and then, right?"