QUE SERA SERA (5/?)
 

Wesley followed Faith, casting a disgusted look around them. He frowned as
she headed down a staircase into a dark corridor. "Exactly where are you
going?"
 

Faith smiled, surprised it had taken him so long to ask. They had been
walking in circles for hours. She had deliberately taken different routes,
hoping to get him so lost he didn't realize they were less than a mile from
their villa. She had made wagers in her mind on how long it would be before
he was whining and wanting to go back. He had beaten all of her guesses.
Maybe there was more to her watcher than she had originally thought. She
turned to face him, smirking, "Don't you mean, where are WE going?"
 

He frowned, "Yes, where are we going?"
 

"It's a surprise," she smiled, turning to continue walking down the stairs.
Honestly, she had no idea where they were going. But it wouldn't be fun to
let him know that. She could see by the way he was beginning to sigh and
fidget that he was getting worried. She kept walking, wondering where on
Earth they were. She frowned, stopping and looking around.
 

"What's wrong?" Wesley asked, moving closer to her. He could see people in
the shadows and walking past them. He tried to see if any looked like
vampires, but he couldn't tell. The street she had led them to was darker
than the other had been and he honestly couldn't identify any of the passing
faces.
 

"Fuck," Faith hissed, turning to look the way they had come.
 

"Why do I have a feeling I am not going to like what you say?" Wesley asked,
his impatience evident in his sharp tone.
 

"Don't worry, Wussy," Faith said, patting his shoulder reassuringly. "I'm
just getting my bearings."
 

Wesley glanced at her hand and then at her face. He groaned, "Damn it. You
got us lost didn't you?"
 

Faith looked at him, shrugging, "Not lost. Just taking a scenic route."
 

"Faith!" Wesley felt his control snap. "We're in a foreign country for one
day and you already manage to get us lost. What the bloody hell is wrong with
you?"
 

Faith frowned as she watched him begin to pace. He was losing it, she
decided. "Don't be such a pussy! This is cool. I know where we are."
 

Wesley looked at her, his eyes narrowing. He reached up and loosened his tie,
unbuttoning the top two buttons of his white shirt. "I really must have made
someone angry in another life. That's the only reason I can explain for being
unfortunate enough to get you as my slayer. Even Buffy has more motivation
and responsibility. We've been walking for two hours and," he glanced at his
watch, scowling, "twenty eight minutes and now you are lost. It's hot as
Hades out here, this place smells and I am starving. Forgive me if I am a bit
irritated!"
 

Faith looked at him with surprised eyes. She had never heard him say so much
without stuttering or in such an authorative voice. She watched as he took
his glasses off, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he seethed with evident
anger. She found herself watching his face, having never really noticed that
he had such potential to be a hottie. God, what was she thinking? This was
Wussy Wesley. He was in no way causing the heat to spread over her body. She
felt anger at his assumption that this was all her fault. And what did he
mean he must have been bad to get her as a slayer? She was a damn good
slayer. "Fuck you! I'm way better than Buffy could ever be. You should be
thanking your prayers that you were lucky enough to get me, buddy. We are not
lost. I know exactly where we are. Just because you're scared, don't take it
out on me buster!"
 

"Oh, do shut up," Wesley said, tucking his glasses in his pocket. He only
needed them for reading and mostly used them to add to his watcher image.
They got damn annoying at times. He glanced at Faith and saw her glaring at
him. He tried to remember what he had said that would have caused her such
irritation but couldn't think of anything he hadn't said many times before.
Granted, this time his anger made the words appear even more sharp, but she
had heard it before. He would never understand young girls.
 

"Make me!" she said, knowing there wasn't a chance in hell that Wesley Wienie
could beat her up. "You uptight, prissy assed, boring, bad dressing,
moronic..."
 

Wesley muttered, "Fuck this," under his breath before he pulled her against
him and kissed her harshly. He pulled away, his eyes sparking with anger at
her insults as he said, "Good. I guess I found one way to shut you up."
 

Faith felt her lips tingling from his hard kiss. She found that she was
speechless, completely surprised that he had done something so rash. She
watched as he glanced around them, his eyes settling on a door. He had kissed
her. And it had been nice. She frowned when he walked away from her, just
leaving her standing in the middle of the street. Hell, who did he think he
was? Did he really think he could just kiss her breathless and then walk away
as if it was nothing? No one walked away from her. She did the walking. She
watched his back, noticing for the first time how cute his ass appeared in
the tight trousers. Her fingers brushed against her lips one last time before
she shook herself slightly and hurried after him. "Where the hell do you
think you're going? You're not leaving me here alone!"
 

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