They Say It's Your Birthday

Who: Fred and Wesley
What: Fred plans an evening for Wesley on his birthday
When: Dec 22 - Dec 28, Wesley's Birthday Week
Where: Wesley's Parisian Apartment, Catacombs, Paris
Rating: PG 13 --> ? TBD by muses. Will Update as needed.

She couldn't say, exactly, when she'd made the decision.

If only because it felt as if there really wasn't a decision to make. The remaining distance between herself and Wesley had felt far more bearable with a mystical castle and the majority of a town separating them. Fred wasn't as certain about distance making things fonder anymore, so much as manageable. But now he was just across the hall.

Just across. And it might as well have been the same space, for all the protection from her own thoughts that offered. You couldn't see through walls, at least not in the traditional sense. But you could feel heat through them. It might be winter in Paris, but it certainly wasn't in Fred's small studio apartment.

And now? It was Wesley's birthday.

Maybe, back at home, that might've looked entirely different. Dinner, maybe. Another not-quite-as-planned date. And there always seemed to be some distraction or the other. But they weren't in Paradisa, they were in Paris.

And now she was back to the part to it not really being a decision.

It didn't take much to break into his apartment. She'd never had much trouble with locks, not when she set her mind to them. Wesley was still at work, which suited her plans perfectly. After all, if he'd been here? She might not've been allowed much further than the living room. But Wesley wasn't there. And that afforded her plenty of time to locate a handful of candles tucked under one cabinet, and to light them along the perimeters of his bedroom. Even if truthfully the lights coming from the window were far more appealing.

A bottle of wine and two glasses sat quietly on his dresser. Because it was Paris, and there was more definitely wine. Either way, her lack of deciding aside? Whatever Wesley decided, they could still spend the evening together.

Finally she settled herself -- and a familiar bit of blue fabric -- onto his bed.

And waited.
demonologist: (S4 - stubbled profile)

[personal profile] demonologist 2011-12-22 06:56 am (UTC)(link)
For Wes, the day was much like any other. He tended not to celebrate his birthdays. Certainly never had parties thrown in his honour. He was used to it being a quiet affair, with little to no fanfare.

It always seemed to be over-shadowed by the impending Christmas celebrations and the gift-buying fever which accompanied it.

This time, he did plan to at least see what Fred was doing, just in case she wanted to share the evening with him. But when he stopped outside her door and knocked discreetly a few times, there was no answer. She had to be out.

Pushing down a pang of disappointment, Wes let himself into his own apartment, peeling off his jacket and tossing his keys on the side table.

Then he froze, hearing the rustle of movement coming from the bedroom. On the alert for trouble, he approached cautiously, even grabbing a ceramic statue to use as a club if he had to.

But then he saw the candelight...

"What on earth?"
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[personal profile] demonologist 2011-12-22 08:45 am (UTC)(link)
It's safe to say that Wesley was somewhat taken aback by this development. It safe to say that seeing Fred on his bed, wearing only his shirt was enough to make his jaw drop and other parts of him want to stand at stiff attention.

He ought to say something. 'Thank you?' 'Hello?' 'What are you doing?' Nothing seemed quite fitting for the moment.

Perhaps he would start by lowering the makeshift weapon he had clutched in his hand. Then if he could just get his tongue and brain to coordinate together. Breathing might help, too.

"Well, I...well. I certainly never expected this."
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[personal profile] demonologist 2011-12-22 09:26 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm not usually one for surprises, but this is definitely of a sort I could learn to enjoy."

Wes couldn't seem to look away from her. He was transfixed. Of course, his gaze did flick downwards when she pulled the fabric taut against her body. Her very alluring body which he did want to get more acquainted with. Was that hitch in his breath audible just now?

"Your logic is extremely sound." He ventured, a sense of inevitability descending upon him, but also no small amount of nervous tension. Because this was Fred. He wanted her more than he could possibly articulate. And now that it seemed as if perhaps the time had come to finally take their relationship that important step further, he was finding the prospect a daunting one.

It was embarrassing, to say the least. He ought to take her into his arms and kiss her and see how things developed from there. Why was this so hard for him? It hadn't been with Lilah.

"Is that wine?"

Such a coward.
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[personal profile] demonologist 2011-12-22 10:34 am (UTC)(link)
"My birthday present is a Cracker Jack prize?" Wes couldn't help but smirk slightly at the analogy. But she was making a very good point, all the same. He relaxed a bit, his arms folding around her when she pressed closer.

"I suppose I would like it back. After all, it was only ever meant to be a loan. But, if you're that attached..."

The brush of her lips against his jaw served to rob him of speech and then the kiss ensured it didn't return for some time. He looked down at her, wondering what he'd done to deserve this. To deserve her. Wes reached up to comb his fingers through her loose hair. She was so beautiful. And currently quite determined, it would seem. He smiled softly.

"What wine?"

He leaned in, claiming another kiss. After all, it was his birthday.
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[personal profile] demonologist 2011-12-24 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
He chuckled, of course, at the idea of folding the shirt down to fit into a Cracker Jack envelope. It was a ridiculous notion.

Then the import of her words struck him. There was really no way to avoid what she was really trying to tell him.

"Yes, you would have to stay here." His gaze shifted to the wine bottle and glasses.

"Fred...I--?" Oh, for heaven's sake, this was getting ridiculous. He knew what she was trying to convey to him. And was there any reason to object, considering his own feelings on the matter. Was it just pride, ego and insecurity standing in his way?

He moved to pour them both a glass.
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Exchanging Gifts

[personal profile] demonologist 2011-12-30 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
It was still early, but Wes was wide awake. He was rolled onto his side, head propped up on his hand, watching Fred sleep. He couldn't help it, he was still trying to remind himself that this was real. That it wasn't a dream he was going to be cruelly woken up from at any moment. Fred was actually in his bed, lying next to him. And hogging the covers, apparently. He smiled to himself and pondered whether he should try to ease some back onto his side.

It was Christmas morning, however, and he could afford to be charitable.

Unable to stop himself, Wes leaned down to press a whisper-soft kiss on the crook of her bare shoulder.
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[personal profile] demonologist 2012-01-01 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Morning." He shifted back, making sure she had plenty of room to sprawl out, but then pressed close again, one arm casually draping over her middle. "I didn't mean to wake you. It's still quite early, actually..."
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[personal profile] demonologist 2012-01-02 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Merry Christmas." Since she wasn't objecting to being woken up, he leaned in to place a firmer kiss on the side of her neck. "How can you possibly be cold when you've stolen all of my blankets?" He teased, his lips brushing against her ear.
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[personal profile] demonologist 2012-01-02 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I see. The covers were suffering from neglect." He chuckled softly and wrapped her more closely in his embrace since the blankets on their own weren't apparently sufficient to ward off the morning chill.

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Evening of the 27th

[personal profile] demonologist 2011-12-30 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
Wes had been sitting on the couch of his apartment, reading going over his research notes, contemplating whether he should do a load of laundry and wondering if Fred might like to order something in when he thought he heard her calling him from the hallway.

He got up and popped his head around the door-frame.

"Fred? Is everything alright?"
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Evening of the 27th

[personal profile] demonologist 2011-12-30 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
"What on earth is that in your hair?" He came forward to touch it, his brow furrowing slightly, but since she seemed in a chipper mood, he wasn't too concerned. In fact, her smile was rather infectious. "Been battling with spiders, have we?"
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[personal profile] demonologist 2011-12-30 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
"We're going somewhere? Hang on, then, let me fetch my coat." He went to go do that, not releasing her hand, then locked his apartment door and pocketed the key.

"Lead on..."

Wherever Fred wanted to go, she was going to have to be their guide.
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[personal profile] demonologist 2012-01-06 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
Wes was immediately intrigued, of course, and eagerly helped her to clear away the crates.

"I think I know what you've discovered, Fred. A secret entrance to the catacombs running under the city. I've read about them, but never had a chance to explore them for myself. How did you know this entrance was here?"
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