Title: Fun In The Sun
        Author: Kath vze25s65@verizon.net
        Disclaimer: Sad to say, I own none of this. Joss and David beat me to it.
        Summary: The AI Gang takes a day off. 
        Pairing: Wes/Gunn
        Rating: R 
        Feedback: Please, oh please, oh please! (sad, isn't it, that I have to 
        beg?)
        Distribution: if you want it, it's yours
        Notes: This is a harmless piece of fluff, to help get through my writers 
        block. It's unbetaed, so all mistakes are entirely my own.

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        The bright, summer sun beat down on Cordelia, as she lay back with her 
        eyes closed, its delicious heat baking her skin to a healthy, golden 
        brown. Whoops and hollers jarred the seer from her dozing and she forced 
        herself to sit up and squint across the sand. Down at the water, Wesley 
        and Gunn cavorted playfully in the waves, diving and splashing about 
        like a couple of little boys. The ultimate odd couple: Wesley in his 
        white t-shirt and dark blue swim trunks - which only served to 
        accentuate the paleness of his long, thin legs - and Gunn, dark and 
        muscular, wearing nothing but a pair of old, cut-off jeans. It was rare 
        to see them so relaxed, having fun away from the office.

        To Cordy's left, Fred - dressed in a yellow oversized t-shirt and a 
        borrowed pair of Cordy's shorts - was busy with a plastic pail and 
        shovel she'd found abandoned on the beach. From the size of the castle 
        being built, Fred had been at work for quite a while. Sensing the other 
        girl's gaze, Fred looked up and smiled nervously, her attention also 
        drawn thoughtfully towards the men down at the water.

        "I-It's too bad Angel couldn't have come," she stammered, a wistful look 
        crossing her face. "He coulda had fun too."

        "Yeah, well, " Cordy lifted her sunglasses to examine her skin for signs 
        of burning. "Just as well. We might have had trouble telling him apart 
        from all this sand." 

        For a second, Fred's eyes clouded in confusion, then her expression grew 
        even sadder, as her head turned up to the blue, cloudless sky, and 
        yellow - single - sun above. "Oh yeah. I keep forgettin'. In my 
        world...I-I mean Pylea, he didn't have to hide from the daytime." 
        Blushing, she quickly returned to her sand creation. 

        Before Cordy could answer, she was distracted by two shadows falling 
        across her towel. Brushing kicked-up sand from her pink bikini, she 
        focused a stern glare up at her breathless co-workers, who were grinning 
        and jostling each other above her. 

        "Yo, girl, ain't you comin' in? The water feels great on a hot day like 
        today!" Gunn asked, leaning over Cordelia to retrieve a towel.

        "Charles Gunn. Don't you dare drip on me!" Cordy quickly recoiled away 
        from the young man. 

        "Cordelia, really, I fail to understand your desire to come to the 
        beach, if you don't plan on getting wet," Wesley reasoned, as he went 
        over to one of two coolers the group had brought with them and pulled 
        out a soda.

        "Well, duh, so I could work on my tan." Cordy rolled over onto her 
        stomach, resting her head on crossed arms. "Our business hours don't 
        exactly allow for much time in the sun, y'know. Especially with the 
        whole 'Angel'd go poof' thing."

        Gunn bent down to retrieve a drink for himself and rolled his eyes at 
        Cordy's back. "Whatever." Then he added, "Fred's not afraid to come back 
        out with us, are you, Fred?"

        "Well..." the girl hesitated, eyes flicking untrustingly toward the 
        white-crested, rolling waves. "I-I'm not -" Before she could finish her 
        thought, Fred was cut off by a rather unmanly squeal. The chunk of ice 
        Wesley had slid down the street fighter's bare back was just 
        disappearing into his shorts. Fred giggled behind her hand as she 
        watched the outraged man leap up and chase his coworker down the beach.

        "English, come back here and take your beatin' like a man," Gunn 
        bellowed.

        "I was only trying to help. Weren't you complaining a moment ago about 
        how hot it was?" Wesley called back gleefully over his shoulder, eyes 
        widening in surprise as he realized how quickly Gunn was catching up.

        A few more steps and Charles tackled Wesley, both men falling to the 
        sand in a heap. Gunn quickly sat on Wes, effectively pinning him to the 
        hot sand. "For a supposedly smart man, you're mighty stupid. No way your 
        skinny white ass was gonna outrun me." As he was contemplating his 
        revenge, Gunn's hand lightly grazed Wesley's left side, causing the thin 
        man to convulse with uncontrolled laughter. "English!" Gunn was now 
        grinning from ear to ear. "You're *ticklish*."

        "I...am...not!" Wes managed to gasp between giggles, as Charles dug his 
        fingers into his friend's ribs. "Oh god....stop 
        it....you're....killing....me!" Pale white hands pushed ineffectually 
        against the dark skin of Gunn's chest, as Wesley tried to get the taller 
        man off him. 

        Gunn snickered, and continued mercilessly. Wesley writhed and twisted 
        beneath him, tears of laughter streaming down his face, as he tried to 
        fight back. Just when Wes thought he was on the verge of 
        hyperventilating, the attack stopped. Cautiously peeking through 
        half-opened lids, Wesley found Gunn staring down at him, with an 
        affectionate, dopey grin on his face. The younger man reached out to 
        brush sand from his companion's cheek and let his hand rest there, the 
        callused palm feeling warm and scratchy on the Englishman's skin.

        Gunn, for his part, was acutely aware of fingers tightly gripping his 
        hip, and of the hand pressed against his chest. He wasn't ticklish, but 
        as Wesley's touch made it's way down his abdomen, Charles felt a shiver 
        run the entire length of his body. It was easy to allow himself to be 
        pulled closer, guided down until his face hovered a mere inch above 
        Wesley's. 

        "Gunn?"

        The tone was questioning - no, *requesting* - and that's all it took for 
        Gunn to plant his lips on Wesley's, his tongue darting out in search of 
        an invitation, which was immediately given. This was the best part - the 
        moment when the kiss was new and fresh. When electricity leapt from 
        mouth to mouth. Tongue to tongue. Before eagerness and lust created a 
        jumbled mosh pit of sight, sound, touch, taste and smell. 

        Wesley felt like his body was melting into the sand, desire causing his 
        heart to pound in his chest, shooting adrenaline through his veins. 
        Smooth skin, rippling muscles, and a nice firm ass rested atop him, all 
        his to explore. Hips began grinding, groins throbbing, and it didn't 
        matter where they were. For that one moment there was only each other, 
        as...

        "Wesley? Gunn?" Fred cocked her head to the side, watching curiously. It 
        *had* been five years, but she was still pretty sure guys didn't usually 
        do that sort of thing with other guys in this world.

        Flying apart, the two men started straightening clothing and making 
        excuses. Fred wondered if you could tell when a black person was 
        blushing. On Wes it was obvious.

        "Cordelia says, if you're done..." Fred paused to make sure she got it 
        exactly right. "...mauling each other, couldja come back so we can eat?"

        "Er, yes," Wes shook sand from his hair and glanced towards Gunn. "Tell 
        Cordelia we'll be along shortly." The girl beamed brightly at them and 
        bounced off back to the blankets.

        Gunn stood and reached down to give Wesley a hand. "Man, we're never 
        gonna get some alone time with Eagle Eye Chase on the case."

        "Alone time? Have you been watching 'Oprah' with Angel again?" Wesley 
        grinned and received a sarcastic grunt in return. He then tapped his 
        finger to his mouth thoughtfully, as they headed towards where Cordy and 
        Fred were setting up lunch. "I may have an idea. Leave it to me."

        ******

        Cordelia rolled lazily onto her back, extreme thirst and the promise of 
        an ice cold diet soda from the cooler luring her from her nap. It had 
        been months since she'd spent her day doing absolutely nothing, and she 
        was making the most of it while she had the chance. Scowling into the 
        nearly empty cooler, the seer made do with a root beer and popped the 
        tab. Only after taking a long, soothing drink did the girl notice the 
        monolithic sand creation before her. 

        Apparently, Fred had been working non-stop with nearly single-minded 
        devotion, for it was no mere castle. Standing easily 4 feet high at it's 
        tallest peak, a high-walled courtyard, had also been added on, extending 
        a good 5-6 feet along the beach. Upon closer examination, Cordy was 
        startled to realize Fred had captured the palace from Pylea perfectly.

        "Fred?"

        A brown head popped up over one of the turrets. "Yeah?"

        "This is amazing!"

        Fred smiled shyly and backed up a step, examining her work critically. 
        "Really? You like it? Cause I think the scale of the windows might be a 
        little off. I didn't bring my slide rule, or I coulda done a better job."

        "No, really...wait 'til Gunn and Wes see it. Hey, where are those two, 
        anyway?" Cordy's eyes narrowed, suspiciously.

        "Oh, uh-"

        "If they think they're gonna disappear and get out of carrying all this 
        heavy stuff back to the truck, they've got another thing coming!" The 
        angry young woman shielded her eyes with her hand, as she scanned the 
        beach, with no success. 

        ******

        A few feet away, cocooned within protective walls of sand, Gunn stifled 
        a snicker against Wesley's now bare shoulder. Only Cordelia could manage 
        to make noise stomping on sand. When the sounds of her muttering grew 
        fainter, indicating she'd gone elsewhere in search of her AWOL friends, 
        he lifted his head to grin at his parter in crime. 

        "Hey, it worked!"

        Wes snuggled closer and pulled Gunn in for another kiss. "Mmmmm, told 
        you I'd think of something. I always have a plan. That's why I'm the 
        boss."

        Charles chuckled, trailing his fingers down Wesley's chest, into his 
        swim trunks. "And you just go right on believin' that, if it makes you 
        feel better." A stinging swat to his butt, in retaliation, only made him 
        smile wider. "How long you think we got before Fred gives us up?"

        "If we don't manage to knock these walls down around us first? I'd say 
        probably the five minutes it will take Cordelia to walk to the snack 
        bar, determine we're not there, and buy each of them an ice cream 
        cone...so I suggest we don't waste any more time with idle chatter." 
        With that, his tongue resumed its exploration of Gunn's earlobe, an act 
        Wesley knew drove the renegade wild. Eyes closed, head tilted to one 
        side for easier access, the younger man had no choice but to agree. 
        After all, Wes *was* the boss.

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        ~~~The End~~~