FIC: Improper Behaviour

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TITLE: Improper Behaviour
RATING: PG (just some f/f thoughts and general horniness)
PAIRING: F/We, B/various
SUMMARY: Sexual hijinks and sexual tension in Scoobyville
SPOILERS: "Helpless", "The Zeppo", "Bad Girls", and "Consequences"
NOTES: Set after "The Zeppo". Wesley's been in Sunnydale for almost
two weeks, but Balthazar and the El Eliminati haven't arrived, so the
plot for "Bad Girls" hasn't kicked in. And everyone knows about Faith &
Xander's one-nighter. (What? He finally got laid; did you expect him
to keep quiet forever? Or the not-exactly-shy Faith, for that matter?)
DISCLAIMER: I created Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I own all the
characters and all the girls come to my house for, ahem, rehearsal.
Joss Whedon is my lawn boy; I let him take credit so he can get his
green card. I also have a bridge in Brooklyn that I can sell you, quite
cheaply. I lie a lot. (Especially about ownership rights--just insert
the appopriate "have not" and "do not" and such above.)
ARCHIVING: Oooh, baby, you know what I like! Just tell me where.

FEEDBACK: Even better. A proven stimulus to creativity. On lists or
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This one is dedicated to Tera (ElizaLover) who was one of the people
whose kind words helped me through a blue patch last week. Since she's
such a Faith fan, I'm giving her a Faith fic, and since I'm perverse,
I'm giving her one in which Faith does not actually appear. I also find
it appropriate that this is hitting the lists the night after the WB
aired "Judgement", Eliza's only Season 5/2 appearance (man, did she look
good!). Enjoy.

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Wesley Wyndham-Pryce carefully closed the book, arranged his notes on
top of it, straightened his glasses and rose from his seat.

"And I believe that is all we need to discuss, ah, before tonight's
patrolling," the young Watcher said, trying to act professorial in front
of the group gathered in the library and rather failing. "I am, ah,
going to go now, and, ah, uh, confer with Faith--" he sped up, hoping
he had avoided blushing, "--and we will meet at the rendezvous point,
er, rather, rendezvous at the meeting place, oh, it doesn't matter, six
of one, six of the other, ha, ha,--" he slightly panicked at the lack
of reaction and quickly made a show of checking his watch, "--at
Precisely! Twenty-one! Hundred! Hours!" he concluded, trying to act
authoritative by punching the words. "Any questions? No questions?
Good." He moved to the door, deliberately not accelerating and was
almost there when Buffy stopped him.

"Wesley?" she asked, sweetly, getting back in touch with her inner
bitch.

"Yes, Buffy?" he replied, turning and knowing he was doomed.

"What do you mean, 'confer' with Faith?" she queried, giving at least a
surface impression of confusion.

"Oh, nothing much," he said, valiantly attempting a light touch. "Bring
her up to speed, keep her up to date, give her all the relevant details.
Fill her in." The double-entendre escaped from his lips before he
realized what it was, and he was treated to the sight of five young
faces straining to hold in their laughter, to say nothing of the hole he
could feel Giles's eyes burning in the back of his tweed jacket.

"Well, that's good, then," Cordelia Chase chirped, beaming her best
cheerleader smile. "Duty calls." She had to admit, though, Wesley was
cute. Pity Faith had gotten there first.

Wesley spun again, and moved swiftly this time. Less than a fortnight
in America and already a laughingstock. And helpless to do anything
about it. At least he got out of the door before Xander started to
speak.

"-ill her in for me!" Xander finished, smirking, despite the fact he was
the jilted ex-lover here.

"Wow," Buffy said.

"Yeah," Willow noted, "the last time they 'conferred' he couldn't walk
right for two days."

"I could use a good conference right about now," Xander leered at
Cordelia.

"As if!" Cordy sneered. "There's a reason you and she only 'conferred'
that once. Thank goodness I had the sense to spare myself that!"

"Hey!" Xander bristled.

"Children!" Giles rebuked, trying to seem more parental to keep his own
thoughts on track. "If now we could just focus for a moment--"

"We are," Oz noted.

"On the important matters, Oz," Giles stressed.

"Again, are," the guitarist trumped him with.

Giles gave up.

"Giles?" Buffy said, a note of concern in her voice. "That's wrong,
isn't it? I mean, a Watcher and a Slayer?" she said, trying to keep
her voice steady and not sound like she was thinking of things she
really wasn't thinking of, and shouldn't think of anyway, so what would
be the point? She never had, not that she would, or should, except
maybe for a little part, not the Angel part, or even the (admit it,
Buffy) Willow part, more like that part that you're only thinking of
because you're not supposed to, so you can't help it, curiosity is
normal, kind of like, oh, the Faith part, and now she was thinking of
that, which was worse than the other, because she at least knew that
with him, not that she would, or would think about it, except now, and
that didn't count, not really, but he would treat her very well, and
she'd never have to worry and that would be a good thing, not that there
was a thing, or anything likely to ever be a thing, to be good, this was
silly, she was going to stop it and think of Willow, she meant Angel,
well, maybe Willow, but not him, probably not, that was the point,
right?

"?I mean, there are rules against it, right?" Buffy concluded after a
not-really-that-noticeable pause.

"Yes, Buffy," Giles said, eyes firmly and resolutely meeting hers,
"there are rules. For good and proper reasons."

"Well, then," Cordelia added, slightly worried, "should we report him?
To the Council?"

"Would you mean the same Council that so recently fired me?" Giles
ruffled. "I think not. Whatever we may think of Mr. Wyndham-Pryce, if
tending to Faith keeps him--" Giles really regretted that was no
adjective he could use here that wasn't fraught with meaning,
"--occupied, that may at least allow us the freedom to plan our own
operations, without further Council interference. Besides," he
softened, "perhaps people do have to, in the end, find their own way."

A brief silence ensued.

"Hi, everybody," Angel said, having entered unnoticed as usual. "That
Wesley guy went by me on my way in here, like his pants were on fire.
What's up with him?"

Now they couldn't help it and everyone snickered, even Buffy, who was
still trying to decide who she was thinking about that she should be
thinking about, and Giles himself gave a slight smile.

"What?" Angel asked, confused. "Something I said?"