Fred blinked slowly, studding the room with much care, making mental notes of every detail in it. She made a face, not liking the conclusion she reached after a few minutes of hard study.
"Is not his style," She worriedly. "Is just not."
"Come one puppet, is just a bloody room, He'll like it." Spike rolled his eyes, bored with the whole situation. He was helping Fred with the task of moving stuff from one place to another of the loft she and Wesley shared, she insisted in taking care of part of the decoration, especially Wesley's study, because she wanted to do something nice for him.
"But, it just does not look like him, it just a study, not Wesley's study, not at all."
"If you ask me to move the desk again, I'm tossing it over the window, savvy?" Fred pouted and in return Spike just sighed, "Fine, where do you want it?"
"No, no, leave it that way. I got a much better idea!" Fred said and ran out of the loft, taking her backpack in her way out, leaving the door open, "Come on Spike!, I want to finish before he returns!"
******
That very same day, Wesley was looking at the catalog in his hands, not sure what to pick out of it.
"Are you done, Sir?" asked the nice lady for the fourth time, because he was taking too long to choose and she wanted to leave, it was almost her lunch hour and Wesley had not picked a thing yet.
"I think… hum... can I ask you a question?"
"Sure..."
"What would you want if you were to live with, let's say, your significant other for the first time?"
"You’re move in with you girlfriend?"
"Yes, you could also say it like that."
"I don't know sir, I think something nice would be enough, but don't you think that getting samples of scientific material is a bit odd for a gift?"
"She's a very special girl."
******
Wesley carried the box with much care, he entered the apartment and placed it over the table, looking at it as if was going to explode and making sure not even a single part was damaged.
"Wes!" the ex-watcher almost tripped on his own feet when Fred came out of the nearest room and jumped over him in a thing hug, "I finished! Come over!"
she leaded him to the study, Wesley found the room not as he expected and smiled anyway. Fred was giving him a nervous smile and shrugged. The room had a large TV and sound system, a very conformable sofa and at the other side a bookshelf from floor to ceiling, with all kind of books, from regular classic novel to some of the mystical material they were used to read.
"I was not very sure about the TV, but I guess we could watch the history channel together."
"It's perfect Fred, really, I like it."
There was a hard sound over the living room and both ran there, to find the box Wesley brought turned over the coffee table and the contest all over the floor. Fred picked up a stuffed toy and looked at him unsure about its origins or intend. She was about to ask about it when a tiny bark got her attention, her gaze feel over the floor, when a small beagle puppy was seeking for attention.
"Hello there," she picked the puppy, Wesley was behind her and rested his head in her shoulder, she looked at him, smiling.
"I was not sure about it either but..."
"Oh, I love it!" she lifted the puppy and giggled to them place it in one arm, "Him."
"I could get you a plant if you prefer."
"No, no, he is perfect, we could practice, you know? Taking care of someone else." She kissed Wes tenderly and went back to hug her new puppy.
"Practice?"
"Yes, for a family." She said that and bit her lip, the puppy barked and whined, seeking more attention. "What is it, darling? You want something to eat? Let’s get you something, so your Daddy can keep on gaping and looking silly in peace."
Fred kissed him again and took the puppy’s paw to make him wave at the ex-watcher, then both left the room. Wesley was left there, still gaping in surprise.
Maybe a book of how to be a parent for dummies would be a nice addiction to his future reading material.
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Angel: Fred/Wesley - PG - Domesticity.
Date: 2010-04-21 10:56 pm (UTC)"Is not his style," She worriedly. "Is just not."
"Come one puppet, is just a bloody room, He'll like it." Spike rolled his eyes, bored with the whole situation. He was helping Fred with the task of moving stuff from one place to another of the loft she and Wesley shared, she insisted in taking care of part of the decoration, especially Wesley's study, because she wanted to do something nice for him.
"But, it just does not look like him, it just a study, not Wesley's study, not at all."
"If you ask me to move the desk again, I'm tossing it over the window, savvy?" Fred pouted and in return Spike just sighed, "Fine, where do you want it?"
"No, no, leave it that way. I got a much better idea!" Fred said and ran out of the loft, taking her backpack in her way out, leaving the door open, "Come on Spike!, I want to finish before he returns!"
******
That very same day, Wesley was looking at the catalog in his hands, not sure what to pick out of it.
"Are you done, Sir?" asked the nice lady for the fourth time, because he was taking too long to choose and she wanted to leave, it was almost her lunch hour and Wesley had not picked a thing yet.
"I think… hum... can I ask you a question?"
"Sure..."
"What would you want if you were to live with, let's say, your significant other for the first time?"
"You’re move in with you girlfriend?"
"Yes, you could also say it like that."
"I don't know sir, I think something nice would be enough, but don't you think that getting samples of scientific material is a bit odd for a gift?"
"She's a very special girl."
******
Wesley carried the box with much care, he entered the apartment and placed it over the table, looking at it as if was going to explode and making sure not even a single part was damaged.
"Wes!" the ex-watcher almost tripped on his own feet when Fred came out of the nearest room and jumped over him in a thing hug, "I finished! Come over!"
she leaded him to the study, Wesley found the room not as he expected and smiled anyway. Fred was giving him a nervous smile and shrugged. The room had a large TV and sound system, a very conformable sofa and at the other side a bookshelf from floor to ceiling, with all kind of books, from regular classic novel to some of the mystical material they were used to read.
"I was not very sure about the TV, but I guess we could watch the history channel together."
"It's perfect Fred, really, I like it."
There was a hard sound over the living room and both ran there, to find the box Wesley brought turned over the coffee table and the contest all over the floor. Fred picked up a stuffed toy and looked at him unsure about its origins or intend. She was about to ask about it when a tiny bark got her attention, her gaze feel over the floor, when a small beagle puppy was seeking for attention.
"Hello there," she picked the puppy, Wesley was behind her and rested his head in her shoulder, she looked at him, smiling.
"I was not sure about it either but..."
"Oh, I love it!" she lifted the puppy and giggled to them place it in one arm, "Him."
"I could get you a plant if you prefer."
"No, no, he is perfect, we could practice, you know? Taking care of someone else." She kissed Wes tenderly and went back to hug her new puppy.
"Practice?"
"Yes, for a family." She said that and bit her lip, the puppy barked and whined, seeking more attention. "What is it, darling? You want something to eat? Let’s get you something, so your Daddy can keep on gaping and looking silly in peace."
Fred kissed him again and took the puppy’s paw to make him wave at the ex-watcher, then both left the room. Wesley was left there, still gaping in surprise.
Maybe a book of how to be a parent for dummies would be a nice addiction to his future reading material.