Funnier in Latin
Author: Princess Twilite
Spoilers: Not much. Fred is with Gunn
Summary: Fred has an encounter with a mysterious redhead.
Disclaimer: All things BtVS and Angel belong to Joss Whedon.
"Is this your first time?"
The whisper haunted her, had her flipping hap hazardly across her single bed.
Remembering soft hands, smoothing across the planes of her skin.
"Yea'. I've never been with a woman before."
Had never wanted to. Never expected to. Until her.
Out there, she could hear Cordelia and Angel laughing, flirting. She could go
out and join the fun, she should. But she wanted to stay here, up in her room,
with her memories.
"I'll be careful with you."
And she had been. Her fine white skin had been soft, so soft it was like tears
sliding through her palms. It was so different, as much as she loved Gunn --
his big beautiful hands, wide lips and jaw -- there was a thrill from a
woman's silky fingers. The thrill of the unknown, knowing what you were doing
wasn't right exactly, but couldn't be wrong.
She was a cheater. Her mother had told her to never lie, to never do any of
the things she'd done.
Not with Gunn. And certainly not with that sad eyed woman, with a halo of red
They'd met on a street corner. She was just looking in at the news stand, the
sun glinting down on her and turning that red hair to fire. Fred had thought,
with a fearful skitter in her tummy -- now that's the saddest, prettiest woman
I've ever seen. Not beautiful -- but pretty, something sweet and painful.
She'd asked her what was wrong, because she was herself after all, and she had
a hard time shutting up. The woman's eyes had turned from the newspaper, and
her eyes had seemed like something deep.
So deep you could fall and fall and never hit the bottom.
Fred rolled over, stared at the ceiling.
"Fred?" There was a knock on her bedroom door. She didn't answer at first, but
the knock came again.
"Yeah?" She called.
"Are you okay?" Cordelia asked, peaking her head in. Fred buried herself
beneath the covers, afraid that if she looked at Cordelia too closely, she
just might start seeing her like something sexual too.
"I'm fine." She yawned, curling further into the soft covers. "Just tired."
"You were out late last night." Cordelia sat next to her. "Angel told me."
Yeah, he would. Angel babbles a lot in front of you now. Never did that in
front of me.
"Just kinda walked around." Turned her head into the pillows. Wasn't good at
"You know." Sighed, shifted and remembered tumbled red hair sliding against
the skin of her stomach. "I think I'm gonna go on a visit to my parent's soon.
I haven't... talked to them much lately. I missed them."
She did miss them. But this was a desperate lie.
Get away from me now, Cordelia. I may be crazy, but I sometimes need time
Cordelia soon gave up on conversation, but she talked with Angel outside her
door, concerned. She knew he'd come in later, and try to pull whatever was
wrong out of her. She hoped it wouldn't take to long for him to understand...
there wasn't something wrong really... just not right.
This woman, she didn't know her name. They'd talked for a little on the side
walk, and something had come through her eyes and she'd asked her for lunch.
"Sure. Lunch would be great. Food is good."
Cursed herself for saying that. Stupid. But the woman with red hair had only
looked away, as if a guilt was settling in on her. They'd spent lunch talking,
pretending something wasn't happening there. Fred had told the woman about
Gunn -- and she'd seemed slightly put off. Then mentioned a guy named Oz, and
asked what she thought about love.
"Love? Love's something between two larger than life souls." Thought of Gunn.
Thought of her. "That's all I know."
Gunn would be hurt. So bad. So she didn't tell him.
This red haired woman had liked the way she talked of love, her hand on her
She told Fred she'd been in love once. Still was.
Why those words had hurt -- Fred hadn't known. But she did. Did so much know
that the ceiling wasn't a good thing to look at any more, because she
remembered looking up at a hotel room ceiling, feeling a woman's mouth touch
her in places only Gunn's had.
It was so different. Not better or worse. Just different. Felt good in this
new wonderful way.
The woman had invited her back to her hotel. Said she didn't want to be alone.
Fred pretended she didn't know what those words meant.
But when she was the first to kiss her. Her lips pressing apart the womans..
the woman with red hair.
She cried. Not her. Red.
Cried while making love to her.
She wondered if she should be ashamed.
After all -- she hadn't cried. Hadn't thought of anyone but Red, and the way
her body was just like her own. And that her breasts were small, like her own.
Gunn had called her -- but Angel told him she was out.
She'd asked Gunn for a break after, no matter how hard he had fought it,
storming around his apartment, throwing dirty dishes into the sink as if he
could clean his heart out. He'd asked her why? Tried to make love to her --
but it hadn't been what she'd wanted. Not after knowing what she'd done to
him. The way his eyes looked at her, raked over her skin still made her hum...
but now she felt like if he touched her -- he'd be touching a lie.
In the end he'd stormed out of the apartment, leaving the door swinging open.
Sorry Charles, I love you, but right now -- I think I just might love her too.
And that ain't good for you.
She'd woken up -- and Red was gone. And her own clothes had been folded neatly
on the chair beside the motel bed. No sign that Red had ever been there -- but
for the scent of sex and perfume, left lingering.
Ouch. Oh damn it, ouch.
Rolled over, tossed off the covers and stole to her dresser. She pulled out
the pillow case she'd palmed from the hotel room. Brought it to her face and
just breathed it in. Stood there with her hair all over the place, eyes wet
from a pain she hadn't known before, and smelled what was left of Red right
there on that pillow.
Wondered, how she'd fallen in love with two people.
And realized she didn't have a choice anyway, Red was in love with someone
else -- and it seemed couldn't have them.
She would have given anything to have that -- one blissful chance, to make a
No matter how hard, she knew it would have been, to choose.