In the end, with both men in love with her, they decided to try to make it work as a threesome. Considering their boss was a vampire in love with a werewolf, their relationship didn't even cause a blip of interest.
This Christmas Fred's parents had come to town so the guys had moved into Wesley's apartment for a couple of days as Fred tried to figure out a way to tell them. Apparently it had gone over oddly well because Fred was smiling when Gunn and Wesley returned to the apartment they mostly shared.
"Happy Boxing Day," Fred cheered from the kitchen.
"What's Boxing Day?" Gunn asked Wesley as they slipped out of their jackets.
"An English tradition for the day after Christmas."
"So, no fighting?"
They grinned at each other, then at Fred as she emerged from the kitchen carrying a tray of coffee mugs and pastries.
"I'm betting that even without me you two worked up an appetite last night," she said saucily and watched as they jumped on the pastries. "Mama made her famous cinnamon buns."
"They're delicious," Gunn said around a mouthful.
"How did things go with your parents?" Wesley asked more seriously.
Fred picked up her mug and sat down in her favorite comfy chair as the men in her life settled on the couch. "Really well. Daddy wants to have a talk with you both about your intentions." At the similar looks of horror on their faces, she giggled. "Kidding. They like both of you, knew all along I had feelings for both of you, are a bit weirded out by the thought of you two doing what you two do together, but we're remarkably progressive in Texas, y'know."
"Well...good."
Gunn smiled in relief. "So, no shotgun weddings?"
"Not unless y'all want me to hold a shotgun on the two of you."
Wesley's smile was slightly dark with interest. "You are in an extremely good mood, my love."
"I had a great Christmas, but I missed you two." Taking a sip of her coffee, she set it aside, then rose to her feet. "I was wrapping Boxing Day gifts before you arrived, and there are miles of satin ribbons to be tied. Want to help?"
"And where would these gifts be located?"
"In the bedroom," was her cheeky response. "Somehow some of those ribbons got tied to the headboard. Can you imagine that?" As she started towards the bedroom, Gunn nearly tackled her, swinging her up into his arms with a growl of desire.
Wesley followed behind them at a more sedate pace, imagining red ribbons wrapped around all sorts of body parts.
End