Blue Moon Rising: Fanfic: "Cry Me a River" by Minion

Cry Me a River
by Minion

SUBJECT: Evil Smoochies that's all. Flat out no plot just smoochies

RATED: FRAO [ESS] [PWP]

SPOILERS: Nothing really, Season Four. Basically Gunn and Fred are together and Wes is still doin his own thing. End of season three kind of thing.

DISCLAIMER: I didn't create the characters I'm just sick of waiting around and had to do something myself. "Cry Me A River" totally belongs to Justin Timberlake.

Nominated for Best Fred/Wesley Fanfiction

Round Three

Wesley waited at the bar as the club hopped around him. Lighting horrible, the occasional strobe effect giving him a headache. Reaching out for his drink he leaned up against the bar keeping an eye out for his contact. Even though he was no longer a member of Angel Investigations, his personal business was continually crossing paths with his former employer.

The demon entered through the throng of people, making its way through towards the bar. Wesley offered a drink, the demon gladly accepted as it sat down on the bar stool, telling all it knew about the person Wesley was seeking to send back to hell on a first class ticket.

The gang at AI had decided to put off the useless searching to spend a night out on the town together. Fred going through her closet, cursing that she didn't have anthing suitable to wear. Her arm grabbed by a medling best friend, and then she was shoved into Cordelia's closet. "Choose."

A few hours later, everyone stood outside of the most popular demon night club in Los Angeles. Paying the cover charge Angel, Cordelia, Gunn and Fred stood just inside the doorway, looking at the gathering of creatures, the flashing lights, the pulse pounding of the music ratling their feet. Cordy bounced with new life, dragging Angel down the short flight of stairs into the dancing crowd.

Fred was nervous; of course, it was partially her outfit. Choosing to wear a black blouse and one of Cordy's mini skirts. With some gentle proding from her boyfriend, she took his hand and joined the dance floor, looking around for a moment before relaxing, moving to the beat. Wesley's informant excused himself to the restroom. Downing a glass of scotch, his eyes scanned the crowd picking up Cordelia and Angel.

"Was that a smile?" he asked with raised eyebrows. Tapping the bar for refill, he squinted his eyes, scanning in the hopes of catching a glimpse of Fred. She was laughing about ten feet from Cordelia. Possibly at how foolishly Gunn was dancing. She seemed happy; that's all that he really wanted. Reaching back for the shot glass, twisting it in his grip, watching the love of his life enjoy herself, with another man.

Raising the glass to his lips, he downed the liquor, turned around to the barkeep and scrawled a note on a cocktail napkin. Placing down a Benjamin, the man nodded happily and passed the note up to the man upstairs. Resting his elbow on the bar, he continued to watch as Fred giggled hysterically, unable to move. The sight of her laughter making his heart seize almost painfully. A slight smile crossed his rugged facade as Gunn kissed her cheek and moved through the crowd.

Wesley glanced over to see where Gunn was venturing off to and then back to Fred. She was standing amongst the sea of people, worrying her hands.

Left alone...

The song began to play, the words of a pained man echoing through the club. The sounds of rain falling in the back ground. Wesley watched her head tilt, listening to the song. Her fidgeting began to still, her eyes drifting over to Angel and Cordelia locked in a rather sultry embrace.

You were my sun
You were my earth
But you didn't know all the ways I loved you, no
So you took a chance
And made other plans
But I bet you didn't think your thing would come crashing down, no

Wesley stood up at the bar, watching the smile spread across her face as she watched her friends have a good time. So much had been dismal since the summer; a little fun that's what everyone needed.

You don't have to say, what you did,
I already know, I found out from him
Now there's just no chance, for you and me, there'll never be
And don't it make you sad about it

Fred started to move back toward the two stairs that would take her off the dance floor. Thoughts of her and Gunn making her smile, but then again, ever since the balet things had gone so very out of control.

You told me you loved me
Why did you leave me, all alone
Now you tell me you need me
When you call me, on the phone
Girl I refuse, you must have me confused
With some other guy
Your bridges were burned, and now it's your turn
To cry, cry me a river
Cry me a river
Cry me a river
Cry me a river, yea yea

He watched as she stood still hand poised to grasp the brass rail, people brushing up against her shoulder as they walked past. Slowly she turned around and found his gaze. Across a room full of dancing people, the blue pierced her soul, she was frozen where she stood, he was coming toward her.

I know that they say
That somethings are better left unsaid
It wasn't like you only talked to him and you know it
(Don't act like you don't know it)
All of these things people told me
Keep messing with my head
(Messing with my head)
You should've picked honesty
Then you may not have blown it
(Yea..)

Turning around on the last step, he stepped up in front of her, eyes raking over her body from head to toe. Slowly he lifted his gaze, seeking hers. She shivered and lost herself deeply in his deep blue eyes. He was practically breathing against her lips, goose bumps rising the air charged between them.

Fred gasped, feeling his arm go around her waist, his hand resting flat against the small of her back.

You don't have to say, what you did,
(Don't have to say, what you did)
I already know, I found out from him
(I already know, uh)
Now there's just no chance, for you and me, there'll never be
(No chance, you and me)
And don't it make you sad about it

She brought her hands up to his neck, her thumbs rubbing against the light scruff that was on his cheeks. She felt his other hand move up her side before resting against her hip pulling her forward, his knee sliding between her thighs. He didn't move; it drove her mad. Her fingers moved around to the nape of his neck, rubbing hard against his spine.

Wesley tilted his head forward, resting his cheek against hers, moving against her slowly, hands moving up and down her back as she moved against him, fingers tugging on the whispy hairs at his neck. Her touch setting his entire body a flame. His hands glided across her back down to rest against her bum, pushing her hips foward, moving his thigh against her.

She gasped, brushing her cheek against his, her chest sliding against his. Moving together, he lifted her off the stair back down onto the floor. Her arms went around his neck as he walked foward, she walked backward. Out of the way of foot traffic, he pulled her tight against his chest, their forbidden dance continuing anew.

The club continued to fill up to capacity; the song continued to play. Wes' hands drew up her sides, thumbs brushes up against her breasts. Her shock momentarily froze her only for a moment before she pressed into his hands, begging for more. With a smirk, his lips pressed to her jaw, her fingers clasping his neck as kisses trailed down to her throat.

You told me you loved me
Why did you leave me, all alone
(All alone)
Now you tell me you need me
When you call me, on the phone
(When you call me on the phone)
Girl I refuse, you must have me confused
With some other guy
(I'm not like them baby)
Your bridges were burned, and now it's your turn
(It's your turn)
To cry, cry me a river
(Go on and just)
Cry me a river-er
(Go on and just)
Cry me a river
(Baby go on and just)
Cry me a river-er, yea yea

Fred moaned as he sucked against her pulse, nibbling at her shoulder. The dancing became more enthusiastic. She held his head close to her, loving the feel of his lips and tongue moving up and down her neck, across her jaw. Moving against his thigh while his fingers molded her breasts.

Oh
(Oh)
The damage is done
So I guess I be leaving
Oh
(Oh)
The damage is done
So I guess I be leaving
Oh
(Oh)
The damage is done
So I guess I be leaving
Oh
(Oh)
The damage is done
So I guess I be...leaving

She felt her back contact a cool wall, vibrating from the force of the base in the room. Wesley pulled away from worshipping her neck, finding her dark brown eyes silently pleading with him, needing him...wanting him. He gave her all the chance in the world to pull away, knowing that once it began he would not be able to pull away.

She remained fast.

His lips claimed hers, a mere brush that turned instantly into a passioned frenzy. They continued moving together, his desire to be with her rising to the surface, her need to be with him taking over her normal shy nature. Reaching down, she slid her hands into the back pockets of his jeans, pulling him forward, rubbing hard against him.

He groaned, deepening the kiss, commanding her tongue, alluding to what he wanted to do. Slipping her hands from the pockets, she caressed the side of his thighs, reaching in between them, rubbing her hand against the buldge she had felt pressing against her belly.

Wesley moved into her hand, willing her to caress him harder. Cradling her head with one hand, tongue pludering the sweetness of her mouth the other hand moved down her side, finding the edge of the mini skirt, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric and inbetween her thighs, rubbing against her knickers.

She used her palm, pushing hard against the throbbing flesh as his hips swiveled. Her head thunked back against the wall, his lips moving down her throat as she gasped for air, his fingers sliding under her knickers rubbing against her clit, pushing a finger into her center, growling against her chest as his cheek brushed against her raised chest.

Cry me a river
(Go on and just)
Cry me a river-er
(Baby go on and just)
Cry me a river
(You can go on and just)
Cry me a river-er, yea yea

Fred ran a hand up his chest, her fingers winding up into his hair as the other hand worked to free him from his pants. The button finally popped open as his teeth drew out a shudder as they scraped across her nipple. Tugging the zipper down, her hand slid into his jeans, rubbing against the cotton boxers.

He kissed his way back up her throat, her eyes opening seeking out his as she freed him from confinement. Her fingers wrapped around the warm hard length, stroking him in time with the motion of his fingers, his lips claiming hers again.

Cry me a river
Cry me a river, oh
Cry me a river, oh
Cry me a river, oh

Rubbing his hands down her body, he lifted her bum, her legs wrapping around him as her fingers guided him toward her, his pulling the fabric away from her center. Pushing his hips forward, she released her grasp as he slid into her, capturing her moan with a deep kiss.

She clutched to him as he pushed into her, over and over again, keeping her pinned to the wall. Her nails clawing at his back, raking his neck as his hips moved, pleasing with ever-changing movements. Deep and hard, slow and deliberate. When he swiveled just so, she whimpered against his ardent tongue, pulling him closer, his groan claimed by her.

Cry me a river, oh
(Cry me, cry me)
Cry me a river, oh
(Cry me, cry me)
Cry me a river, oh
(Cry me, cry me)
Cry me a river, oh
(Cry me, cry me)

His thrusts became quicker, harder almost desperate. She tore away from his demanding kiss, gasping for air as he pounded into her, clutching his head to her neck, using the wall to push back against him. The beat, the lights, the pleasure rising from deep within her, she cried out his name, unheard by anyone else but him.

Her body claimed his, seizing around him, holding him within. He cried out to her, thrusting through his own release, filling her with his passion. As he stilled, she held onto him, breathing kisses against his cheek, whispering to him while gently caressing the back of his neck.

Cry me a river, oh
(Cry me, cry me)
Cry me a river, oh
(Cry me, cry me)
Cry me a river
(Cry me, cry me)

Slowly, he lowered her back to her feet, slipping from her warmth. She reached in between them, putting things back the way they were. His fingers pushing down her skirt as their foreheads rested together, hearts slamming. Once his jeans were fastened, she reached up caressing his cheeks, sharing a kiss and then another unwilling to part from him...again.

Wes reached up, covering her hands with his, drawing them away, kissing each one in turn, speaking to her with his eyes. She nodded, giving him a weak smile, feeling his lips claim hers one last time before he moved away, heading back toward the bar to the informant.

She watched him go, wanting to slide down the wall in a heap, wanting to chase after him and throw him down on the first available flat surface she could find. Instead she managed to find her way to a table, nearly collapsing into the chair. Gunn returned looking concerned. "You all right, baby? You danced too much hey?"

She grinned placing an order for a drink. "You could say that."

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