Curled on one side, Fred waited patiently The heat and want, and the the unchecked curiosity of just moments before didn't go away -- there was no away for something like that. But it did pool in her limbs and low in her belly as Fred willed it to a simmer. Wesley was worth waiting for, even if he didn't always see that himself. Even if sometimes she failed at making him see that.

But now wasn't the moment to force anything. At least not any more than she'd forced it by breaking and entering...

When Wesley finally moved, Fred's cheek naturally lifted towards his touch as she savored the warmth of his skin grazing over her own. For some reason she felt the quiet caress all the way down to her toes.

She opened to his kiss even as her body uncurled, naturally shifting closer to his own. One hand moved to tangle itself in his hair, the other eventually settling on a hip.