Chasing the Demons Away

[da_lilah]

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Why'd I have to do it? Open my big mouth and say something that sent Wesley off the deep end again?
And everything had been going so well.

"And thank you. That's probably the closest I’m ever gonna get to those pearly white gates.” It had been meant as a compliment, a throw-away line, not some portent of doom. But as soon as I

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[da_lilah]

Wesley flinched away when I touched him, his arm coming up as if to ward off a blow. What the hell? but I perservered and it seemed as though my words were getting through to him. I continued to stroke his head and run my hands along the tops of his arms.

After a while, Wesley raised his head tentatively to look at me, was he back?

"Lilah?"

He closed in on himself even more, hunching over his knees. I hated this, how helpless I felt. Give me a case involving hard-nosed negotiations and thinly veiled threats, the applying of subtle and not so subtle pressure and I'd be your woman, but this?
I was stumbling as much as Wesley was, probably hindering him as much as helping.

Wesley sat up a little straighter, and looked at me again.

"Yep. It's me. Still here. I said I wasn't going to run out on you again and I meant it Wes."

I got up from the bed and walked over to the radiator, not bothering to take a sheet with me. Modesty was for wussies.
And I reached into the pocket of the jacket, seeking the one thing I knew he wanted to see.

I crawled back onto the bed with him and handed him the dollar bill.

"There, see, we've still got it. Us." Then I noticed that the bill was damp, soaked by the rain. Wesley's signature had practically bled away, there were only faint marks now where he'd signed his name. I let out a disappointed sigh, preparing to take it back from him.

[_wes_pryce_]

Tiling my head, I kept staring at her. Watching her lips move before the words finally reached my eats. She had not run, like she had done before. I scared her. I had not meant to scare her, but those voices kept talking and talking. Accusing. But not Lilah and it had scared her.

The tight grip I had around my legs loosened a little as I kept watching her. Not really certain what to day. How to make this right again. Though I had told her I couldn't promise anything. As much as wanted too make a promise that it wouldn't happen again, I couldn't.

Not yet.

Her being here helped a great deal though. She kept dragging me back into the real world. Kept chasing away those voices. Did she know? "I'm glad you're still here. Thank you," I muttered, looking down again. Startled I look up as the bed dips and Lilah moves away. Had I scared her again? What did I do now?

I watch as she walks over to her clothes. She's leaving and I'm frozen on the bed. Unable to stop her. "Don't go," I whisper, but I know she can't hear me. My eyes are wide and haunted, watching her naked body walk back with confidence. Confidence of someone who has nothing to hide for the other one in the room.

"Our dollar bill." Frowning I look at it. It's muddled. My signature washed away, unclear. How very symbolic. The irony does not escape me. Muddled. Unclear. Just like Lilah and I are to each other now. Taking the bill from her as she is about to pull it away I curl it up in a ball. "It's meaningless now."

Dropping my legs I look up into her eyes. "Meaningless. This is not us anymore." With one toss I throw it into the trashcan and then turn to look at her. A small smile is tugging at the corners of my lips as I take in her expression. She's hurt by what I said, but is trying to hide it. Leaning forward I pull her into my arms, pressing a kiss on her forehead. "We'll get a new one. And we'll sign it both. It'll be like a new start." Because that's what we're doing right? Both of us will have to start again. Only neither of us can forget the past.

No matter how hard we try.

[da_lilah]

"Our dollar bill."

I was going to get off the bed and put it back in the jacket when he snatched it away from my hands and crumpled it up like it was just a piece of trash.

"It's meaningless now. Meaningless. This is not us anymore." Then he shucked it into the can near the bed.

I bit down hard on my lip, trying to stop myself from saying something I'd regret. Was that what the dollar meant to him now? Nothing? Everything we'd had was symbolised in that tiny scrap of paper he'd just tossed in the bin. I'd thought it meant as much to him as it had to me. And what the hell /was/ us anyway? I glanced at him and he was smiling a small crooked smile at me. I tensed up at that, suddenly unsure of where I stood.

Then Wesley gathered me into his arms, and I let him pull me close, even though I was still feeling hurt at his actions. He planted a soft kiss on my brow, which seemed an odd gesture for someone who'd just dismissed what we'd had as meaningless.

"We'll get a new one. And we'll sign it both. It'll be like a new start."

I felt the tension I'd been holding suddenly drain from my body, and I sat up to look him in the eyes, my hand reaching up to touch the scraggly stubble of his cheek. There was still a haunted look in his gaze, a deep pain there that I knew I'd probably never be able to totally erase. We'd both seen too much, done too much. But it was the thought that counted right? If anyone needed a new start it would be us.

"I'd like that. A clean slate, for both of us."

I tilted my head up to gently press my lips to his, sealing our new arrangement with kiss. Even that simple brief gesture was enough to set my nerve endings on fire again, my body aching to touch and be touched. But he needed rest, needed to sleep properly at last. I didn't even have a clue what time it was. I pulled back reluctantly and smiled at him before shifting to rest my head on his shoulder, draping a leg over him possessively and pulling the blankets up around us.

"Are you going to be able to sleep?" I asked quietly, while we lay in the silence, just listening to each other breathe. "Or do you need me to tire you out." I smirked to myself. "Although, after that last performance you should be out like a light...we both should be."

[_wes_pryce_]

"A clean slate," I echoed her words. "I'd like that too." And we'd need it. Both of us. Neither of us is the same or will ever be the same. seen to much, done to much...did to little. Not to mention there are so many issues. Hers, mine...between us. We can't erase the past though. They've tried it, twice. But you can't be saved by a lie.

"Would you like for me to lie to you now?"

"No more lies," I mutter, banning the voice to the back of my head. It was easier to do now that I had Lilah in my arms. I don't know why, or how. And to be quite honest, I didn't care. Lilah was still the queen bitch of Wolfram and Hart. She could still wipe the floor with anyone...even me. But I've seen her other side even before she died. I'd like to think that meant something, and her action just now, the look on her face when I crumpled that dollar bill.

That told me it did.

"Sleep?" Sleep. What a wonderful concept that was. I've never been able to master it fully. Especially not since I've suddenly found myself alive again. Too many dreams...nightmares. Voices, accusations, guilt. Everytime I closed my eyes, they came. Pointing their finger, harsh voices, friends, enemies. "Sleep is a wonderful concept. I've heard a lot of good things about it," I say dryly.

Brushing my hand through her hair, we just lay there in silence. Listing to our breaths, the soft sounds drifting in from outside. A city racing by with people who have no idea what's going on. "Tire me out?" Tilting my head, I look at her with a raised eyebrow, an amused twinkle in my eyes. "I'm not at all tired. I don't think you could tire me out," I challenge her, a small smirk playing at the corners of my mouth.

[da_lilah]

"No more lies." Wesley hissed at someone or something.

I hadn't lied to him. Not as much as I could have, not really. In fact, back then I'd gone out of my way not to have to lie to him.

<>"Sleep is a wonderful concept. I've heard a lot of good things about it."

I liked the way he did that, understated things. I supposed it was a british thing, but it had an appeal that wasn't wasted on me.

"Tire me out? I'm not at all tired. I don't think you could tire me out."

"Oh really?" I retorted, sitting up a little and looking at Wesley with a grin. I loved a challenge, he knew that. He was encouraging me to take it on, damn the man. "We'll see about that."

I moved to straddle him again, my fingers splaying on his chest. My head dipped down to capture his mouth in a deep kiss, hips grinding hard against his own, already I could feel his cock stiffening again. Mmmm good.

I broke the kiss and nuzzled at his neck and then nipped at his earlobe with my teeth which got me a nice little moan of appreciation.

Then I let go and started to shimmy down his body, trailing hot wet kisses down his neck and chest. My nipples were contacting his skin all the way down too, sending tingles through me as they brushed against him. I stopped at his own nipples, letting my tongue swirl over them, teasingly. Wesley arched his back, and I smiled as my mouth continued to suckle and lick at his sensitive flesh.

I moved lower, pressing my lips against his taut belly, darting my tongue into his belly button with a smirk before I moved on to the place where his pubic hair started. Wesley's breath was beginning to become uneven, erratic, which was a good sign. I continued my journey downwards, kissing and sucking at the expanse of skin that lead to the base of his cock.

I wrapped one hand around his hardening erection, and at the same time, leaned in to stroke my tongue against his inner thigh, drawing inwards until I got to his balls. Wesley was making delicious noises and moving his hips in ways that gave me no doubt that I was pleasuring him.

I let my tongue caress his balls, massaging and sucking at the sensitive area while my hand worked to make his cock even harder. Then I shifted my mouth and brought the tip of his erection to my lips, tasting him, lapping at the wet stickiness that was already forming there.

Then I took him into my mouth, lips, teeth and tongue striving to show him just what he'd missed, and how much I'd missed him in return.

It felt so good to be tasting Wesley again. My own groin was throbbing, aching to be filled with him again, but this was about his needs not mine. Plus, I wanted to win, tire him out. I was a sore loser.

I ran my tongue along the length of his shaft, darting the tip of my tongue into the indentation at the top, and used my fingers to pull down the soft foreskin to expose the hot flesh underneath.

Then I plunged my mouth down upon Wesley, taking him deep into my throat, relaxing into it, and wanting to take as much as I could, sucking hard as I pulled back again.

I felt a corresponding flash of heat in my own loins when I did this, it was so arousing to be taking him so fully into my mouth.

I lifted my gaze and found myself looking into his eyes, heavy lidded with passion. He was watching me as I ravished his cock, his lips parted with passion.

Yes. Wesley, this is for you.

[_wes_pryce_]

Oh she's taken me up on my challenge. And she's getting a head start, hardly fair now is it? What a head start it is though. Her touch is familiar on my skin, yet it is unfamiliar. She's touching me like she's never really done before, yet it was. She's slithering down my body with a grace time could not take from her. Her tongue is gliding over my skin, neck, chest, navel...balls. And still a tease.

I arch off the bed when her hot mouth is on one sac and then the other. She knows what she's doing and she's doing so damn good. Reaching up I grab hold of the headboard with one hand while the other one tangles in her hair, silky strands flowing though my fingers. I push my arse in the mattress to prevent my hips from bucking up when that hot tongue is suddenly engulfing my cock.

Playing with the head, lapping at the pre-come, fingers pulling at foreskin. Moaning, I look down my body and watch as my shaft disappears between those pink, kiss swollen lips. All the way in until her nose is buried in my pubic hair. She swallows and I start to pant hard, breath coming out in short gasp between parted lips as I watch her go down on me. She's swallowing around my cock, sucking hard but it's the expression on her face, the look in her eyes that build the fire within me to unexpected height's.

"Lilah," I breathe out, tugging on her hair. "Come here." As she swallows again, I throw my head back and cry out, fighting to keep from coming. Her tongue swirls around the head of my cock, dipping into the small slit, sucking, licking, moving down again. Her teeth scrape over throbbing flesh as she moves to swallow around me again. I don't want this to be over so soon, not yet. I want her, I want to see her face, feel her body on mine, feel her. Prove that this is real, she is real. Of here and now.

Of us.

[da_lilah]

"Lilah. Come here."

That heated gaze, I love how he looks at me like that. I feel him tug at me with his fingers, still tangled in my hair. He wants me to move up and maybe kiss him again or impale myself onto his hardened shaft.

Not yet, lover.

Instead I took him deep again, and Wesley arched back with a strangled cry on his lips. He was doing everything in his power not to go over the edge too soon. I played with him some more, prolonging the delicious torture, my tongue lightly teasing at the tip of his cock, my teeth grazing his sensitive flesh as my mouth engulfed him again. He was so close, I could feel how much he was fighting the urge to buck into my mouth, thrust his cock between my willing lips.

With a smirk I finally pulled back, and sat up. Wesley tugged on my hair again, and I started to crawl back over him, but not before stopping to pump his beautiful cock in my hand and rubbing it back and forth between the hot moist cleft of my breasts. That got another gasping moan out of him. Yeah, Wesley, moan for me like that. Only do it if you mean it.

I let go and crawled the rest of the way up his body, straddling his hips and leaning down to capture his mouth again with my own, possessively, hungrily. I let him taste himself, the essence of him, on my darting tongue. I felt him meeting me with equal ferocity, equal passion, his lips and tongue showing me how much he wanted me.

And then I broke the kiss, panting hard and needing air.

"You know me. I always loved a challenge." I managed to gasp in between breaths, flashing him a small grin.

Enough already with the foreplay, my body was aching for him, I needed Wesley to be inside me, needed that connection again.

I reached behind me and grasped his throbbing shaft in my hand, guiding it in as I finally brought my hips down onto him, burying him deep inside my hot core. A cry of pleasure escaped my lips, and I arched my back, head tilting back at the wonderful feeling of Wesley filling me up. I began to rock my hips slowly back and forth, grinding into his pelvis. Wesley followed my lead and took it slow too, taking his time as his hips moved to meet mine.
My whole body was tingling as I moved over him, I just couldn't get enough of him and I didn't want this feeling of belonging, of possession to ever end.

I sighed and bit my lip as his cock pushed up inside me and rubbed against that place which made everything even more intense. I splayed my fingers on his chest, pinching his nipples and raking my nails lightly down his sweat covered skin, he shivered under me and thrust into me a little harder. I moaned and grabbed the head board, allowing him to pick up the pace, rolling my own hips to his rhythm. As soon as it seemed as though he was about to lose it though, I halted what I was doing, and slowed down again, rubbing against him gently, building that fire within him, each time making it more and more intense.

I'd vowed to tire Wesley out, and by george I was going to.

Then his hands came up to caress my breasts and squeeze my nipples, making me gasp and lean into his touch. I felt more heat flare up in my groin if that was even possible. I responded by bucking my hips, grinding a little harder, and reaching behind to cup and fondle his balls, delighting in the way he shuddered and writhed when I did that.

I couldn't seem to tear my gaze away from him, Wesley was looking at me, watching me as I rode him, and his expression egged me on, made me want to drive him crazy until he finally came.

I took control and began to plunge down on his cock more forcefully, clenching my muscles, riding him harder than before. And his hips rose to meet mine, slamming his cock as deep as it could go, making me cry out at the shock and pleasure of every thrust. I hoped no one else was in the hotel, because I'm sure my cries were echoing down the halls right now. Then I gave myself over to the almost unbearable pleasure of his cock ramming into my body.

[_wes_pryce_]

Oh good bloody lord, I had forgotten what she'd get like when I challenged her. Her mouth moves up and down my cock, teeth, tongue, lips...fingers. She gives it just about all she's got. Her hands roll my balls around, tugging on them and I have to fight not to let go. I'm going to give him that easy. Tugging on her hair, I finally get her to let go and groan at the loss of that wet heat around my shaft.

She slitheres up my body with a sensual catlike grace that drives me crazy. Her hands play my body like a fine tuned instrument as she rakes nails over skin, pinches nipples, touching, sliding, fire burning where ever her hands go. I lock my eyes with hers as she reaches behind her and slided down on my cock. Closing my eyes, I arch up and throw my head back with a loud moan as she impales herself on me hard and fast.

I meet her thrust for thrust as she starts to ride me, first slow but soon at a fast, forceful pace. Slamming down on me as I reach up to cup her breasts. Rolling her nipples around in my fingers I pinch them hard and slide one hand behind her neck to pull her down forcefully, wanting to taste her, claim her. Mine!

Our lips meat for long heated kisses, only parting when we need to breath. I plunge my tongue into her mouth and moan when I feel her hard nipples brushing over my chest. Planting my feet flat on the bed, I push into her hard, my hand tangling in her hair, the other moving between her legs to rub over her clit as we move in tandem. She cries out, the sound muffled by our mouths when I pick up the pace a bit more, the head of my cock bumping over that sweet spot inside of her over and over again.

Planting my feet flat on the bed, I wrap one arm around her waist and in one smooth move, roll us over. She wraps her legs around my waist as I keep pounding into her, our sweat slicked bodies sliding over each other in a familiar dance. I can feel my balls starting to tingle, but I don't want it to be over yet. Slowing down, I keep thrusting into her and rubbing my thumb over her pleasure spot between her legs.

My mouth closes over one nipple, kissing, nipping biting before moving to the other. Letting of her breasts, I lean up on my elbows and look up. My breath is coming in ragged pants as I gaze into her passion filled eyes. Tilting my head, I capture her mouth again, licking over her lips until they part while I keep up the slow pace. Sweet torture for both of us, tiring, frustrating but oh so good.

[da_lilah]

Wesley twisted us around so that he was on top, and I gathered him to me, wrapping my legs around him, squeezing with my thighs, clutching at his back with my fingernails, digging deep into his hot flesh.

Purposefully he slowed down the action. Now he was in control, teasing me with his cock, his thumb, his lips. Everything he did to me the most delicious torture. Each langorous thrust into me, or gentle stroke of his thumb on my clit, or playful bite on my nipple caused the fire inside me to flare up a notch.

He leaned forward and kissed me again, his tongue darting in deep. I sighed into his mouth, loving the feel of his lips clashing with mine, tasting and exploring, connecting in a way that was just was arousing as any other flesh upon flesh.

Wesley was keeping the maddeningly slow pace, and it was starting to drive me crazy, just who was tiring out who here? It was getting to the point where I needed more, craved more of him. I wasn't above begging for it either.

"Wesley, please..." I breathed, pressing down on his buttocks with my heels, squeezing with my inner muscles, urging him to go faster and harder. Urging him to take me to that place that only he could...

[_wes_pryce_]

I can feel her clenching around me, her legs urging me on to go fast, harder, her entire body is spurring me on. A slow grin appears on my face at her desperation. The sense of power that surges through me is different then it used to be before. Before we died. Then, it was all about control, about hurting each other, using each other. Now it's not, now I want to make her feel good, make her feel mine. Mine. That was then, this is now.

Our sweat slicked bodies slide over each other in tandem, my mouth tasting every bit of skin it can find. Sucking, nipping, teasing, licking...kissing at the salt, reveling in the taste of Lilah. I keep moving at that slow pace, gliding my cock into her eager wetness and pulling out again. Bumping against the hot spot inside her with every stroke, every thrust. My thumb keeps rolling around her pleasure spot, rubbing over it.

When she speaks, I look up and blink at her. Begging? Did she...? I can't remember ever hearing her sound this way. I can't remember her ever begging me...for anything. Swallowing several times, I smile and lean up on my elbows. "Yes, your majesty," I chuckle breathlessly. Picking up the pace right away, I slam into her, balls slapping against her arse. Her heels are digging into me and her nails are tearing at the soft flesh of my back.

Arching up into the delicious mixture of pain and pleasure, I rub over her clit hard and fast. I can feel her clenching around me tightly, my balls tingling and drawing up. I know I'm getting close to the edge again. My thrusts stutter for a moment when I feel that hot-cold sensation make its way over my body. Slowing down my movements, I pound into her, aiming right for her hotspot while my thumb rubs between her legs just right. Dipping my head, I bite down into her shoulder hard enough to raise a mark.

Crying out her name I spill my release inside of her, panting for air. I keep moving and rubbing over her clit, pulling back gasping for breath, wanting to watch her reach her climax as well.

[da_lilah]

Wesley'd looked surprised when I'd asked him, pleaded for him to end it, but I didn't care, I was past caring, I just needed him to take us both over the edge.

"Yes, your majesty," He replied, the lilt of laughter in his voice. I'd been about to chuckle myself when he thrust into me so hard and fast that I cried out instead, my back arching off the mattress and my fingers digging deeper into his back. This was what I needed, that feeling of being overwhelmed, control gone, just raw need and passion.

His thumb was working its magic, sending shockwaves of intense white-hot pleasure up my spine and to the nerve endings in my fingertips. Every part of me was alive with feeling, with sensation. Wesley reached his other hand under me and lifted my hips off the bed to get a better angle, then bucked his hips in a way that had his cock hitting my sweet spot again and again. Oh, yes, just like that. I let out another strangled moan, straining to meet his movements with a force of my own. Take me there, Wes.

Wesley leaned down and bit my shoulder, making me gasp and shiver and then he was was crying out my name, his thrusts becoming erratic and I felt his whole body shudder. Watching him climax was wonderful, the ecstacy of release in his heated gaze as he tilted his head to look down at me took my breath away, and I felt myself reaching that peak too just as he kept moving inside me, his fingers still rubbing and teasing at that part of me that was so sensitive and aching for bliss. I felt myself climax and a flush of heat and intense tingling pleasure flowed through my body. I looked back at him, wide eyed and gasping, no longer able to contain how I was feeling, guttural cries coming from me involuntarily as I came. My head pressed back into the pillows and my hips convulsed beneath his fingers.

But Wesley didn't stop, he kept going, and before I knew it I was gasping again, heat flaring down below for a second time as Wesley relentlessly caressed and stroked my clit. Damn the man, he was wearing ME out, wasn't I supposed to be the one? Not that I was complaining. It didn't take long for me to tumble off the edge a second time, this time I did call out his name, he'd earned it.

When it was all over, I pulled Wesley to me, holding him tight, stroking his hair. I felt totally spent, and my eyelids were already starting to droop.

"You rat. I was supposed to tire you out." I whispered to him teasingly.

[_wes_pryce_]

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