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[_wes_pryce_]

We had our meeting with Angel, Lilah and I. I'm still not sure what to think of that. Not sure what to think of Angel. Our friendship has shifted once again. It's going so fast that I just can't seem to keep up. All the memories inside my head collide and jumble and it's one big puzzle. I'm well aware that I'm not a hundred percent alright, as they

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[da_lilah]

Wesley seemed lost in thought as we made our way down to the armory to get him some new weapons. At least he wasn't randomly addressing people that only he could see. For the moment. But still, he was going to need to start focussing on the task at hand if we were going to prepare for the meeting later tonight.

"What?"

"I said we're here, you need to give the clerk your keypass, since it's a restricted area." Wesley looked at me blankly, and I realised that perhaps he didn't have one, or had misplaced his. "Never mind, let me handle this."

A few phone calls to security later, Wesley had a shiny new card, with shiny new clearance codes put on it. We were let into the main room of the armory and we're shown the various sections of arsenal that Wolfram and Hart had at its disposal.

"Obviously this doesn't scratch the surface of what the firm has acquired for company use." Our escort was telling us as he pointed to various racks and opened sundry drawers for Wesley's perusal. "Every item needs to be dated and signed for before they leave this area, and the same goes for when they are returned. However, you can requisition weapons graded for personal use indefinitely."

Wesley had certainly perked up once we were in the Armory proper. Boys and their dangerous toys. With Angel it was fast cars, and with Wesley, it was obviously guns. Not that I blamed him, something about a gun just made you feel more in control, more ready to face anything. I carried one with me at all times in my prada bag. Just a Ruger P97 .45 ACP auto. But it packed enough wallop to make me feel safe. Well, as safe as working for a large pan-dimensional evil corporation with tons of enemies can let you feel.

"See anything you like?" I asked Wesley, amused at how focussed he'd become, now, as he examined the weapons in front of him.

[_wes_pryce_]

Card? What card? I had no idea what she was talking about. Did I even have such a card? Did I ever? Had they even bothered with a card or any codes and security passes?

"Of course not you stupid boy. That would take responsibility. And we all know how well you handle that, don't we? You're such a disappointment."

Shut up. Growling inwardly, I take the time to calm down a bit while Lilah is on the phone. Leave it to her to get things arranged. And it hardly took her any time. She's still on top of everything and it didn't take long for us to be lead into the weapons arsenal. Arsenals I should say.

I definitely perked up once we were inside. Now this was more like it. I could get something better then the guns I'd carried thus far. I think. I can remember several, I don't even know which one is real and which aren't. I hardly listened to the fellow showing us around blather on. Picking up a weapon here and there, I looked them over and felt myself smile. Oh yes, I was going to find something I liked here.

I was just admiring a very nice shotgun when Lilah's voice filtered through. "Hmmm, what?" I asked, without looking up from the gun. "Marvelous piece of weaponry," I muttered approvingly.

[da_lilah]

"Hmmm, what? Marvelous piece of weaponry,"

It was as if nothing else existed in the room but the guns he was salivating over. I probably could have been standing there naked with a can of whipped cream in one hand, and a jar of cherries in the other, and still Wesley would've given the same distracted response.

"Are you going to pick it up and try it out, or just make love to it with your eyes?" I teased him as he leaned closer to inspect the particular shotgun that'd caught his eye.

"There's a shooting range through that side door. You could see how it handles, if it feels right in your grip." Okay was it me or was it getting a tad hotter in here? Maybe I was just making up for lost time, having been dead for a year and all. And hello, being in a room surrounded by rack after rack of the most blatant phallic symbols one could ever dream of, well...that could do it too.

[_wes_pryce_]

I glanced at Lilah over the gun and flashed her a grin. One did not mock the weaponry, especially not a fine gun like this one. I slid my hand over it slowly, feeling the smooth metal under my skin. Holding it closes to have a better look, I could tell this was made by a craftsman who'd taken his time, the details were remarkable. My hand slid down the two shots barrel, nearly caressing it as though it were a satin dress over a womans breast. Which of course made me look up at Lilah again.

Shooting range? I made a face and glanced around the place. Our guide was hopping from one foot to the other for some reason. Maybe he needed to go to the loo, I don't know. Lowering the shotgun, I tested its weight in my hands as I held it. It felt perfect, as though it was made for me to use. Far better then any gun I've had before.

Putting the but against my shoulder, I glanced over the barrel, closing one eye while I took aim. The balance of the gun was perfect as well. I slowly let the gun take aim at several things before firing it. The bullet slammed against a picture hanging on the wall, right next to our guide.

The man jumped a mile high with a loud shriek. Raising an eyebrow, I slung the gun over my shoulder and pushed my other hand in my pocket. "Really," I started, pointedly looking at the wet puddle gathering at his feet. "If you needed to go so badly you should've gone. Nothing to be ashamed off." Shaking my head, I turned back toward Lilah.

"I'm taking this one. Want to go see what else they've got here?" I gave her a lopsided smile and started toward the other arsenal. Passing the picture now on the floor, I gave it a confused look. "Why in the blazes is there a picture of Lindsey McDonald down here?" I muttered. Shrugging it off I moved over to the door, gun still slung over my shoulder.

"Coming, love?" Smirking at Lilah over my shoulder, I pulled the door open and walked through.

[da_lilah]

I tried not to chuckle out-loud when Wesley reached for the shotgun and ran his fingertips along it suggestively. He glanced over at me, and I saw a hint of humor there. He held it in his hands, tested the grip and even practised aiming with it.

Then a shot rang out, and I nearly jumped out of my skin. Wesley'd pulled the damn trigger, and narrowly missed hitting the guy who was showing us around. Who was a blubbering mess by now, and who'd peed himself silly. I wrinkled my nose with disgust at his weakness.

"Really, if you needed to go so badly you should've gone. Nothing to be ashamed off."

Wesley was being so eerily calm and offhand about it, which of course was in itself a little troubling. But I figured that it was better that he be like this, than jibbering-starting-at-unseen-ghosts-Wes.

"I'm taking this one. Want to go see what else they've got here? Why in the blazes is there a picture of Lindsey McDonald down here? Coming, love?"

I smiled back, it was good to see Wesley acting more confident, more in control of himself. I nodded and followed him through, not bothering to reply about Lindsey. He'd find out soon enough just what kind of power was now in Lindsey's hands anyway.

It was a little weird to hear him call me 'love', though. I knew it was a british thing, that you could say it and have it not mean what it usually meant here in the states. That was probably how Wes had intended it, and yet, I couldn't recall him ever having used it before. Had I just not noticed? Either way, it felt damned good to hear him say it.

We moved on through to the next chamber, just the two of us. Obviously our guide needed some alone time to clean himself up. I tugged on the front of Wes's shirt and pulled him closer for a quick kiss, his new shotgun still resting on his shoulder.

"Mmm what is it about big powerful guns that get me all worked up? Hmmm?" I smirked at him and playfully bit at his earlobe before pulling back and moving to look at the other weapons on display. I purposefully leaned over one drawer that had a bunch of semi automatic pistols mounted, and made a show of inspecting them. A couple of Glock 37 .45 ACP's caught my eye. I picked one up, loaded the magazine, aimed randomly at a wall and fired off all the rounds. It had felt good in my hand, hardly any recoil considering the caliber of gun. I turned back to Welsey with a smirk of my own.

"Nothing like polymer and steel in my hand to give me the tingles." I murmured, then my grin widened. "Well, almost nothing..."

[_wes_pryce_]

I leaned into her kiss, giving myself some time to enjoy the sensation. Considering we had kissed this morning when we'd woken up, it's very odd how I've missed it. When we pulled back, I gave her a raised eyebrow and glanced at the shotgun still resting against my shoulder.

"Well, I could give you a few suggestions. But I think most of those have already occurred to you." Sliding my hand down her back, I cup her arse and smirk back at her before pulling away again. I glanced around the room, smile growing bigger. Now this was more like it. Weapons as far as my eyes could reach. And all kinds too, not merely guns.

I watched Lilah from the corners of my eyes as I picked up a small crossbow. Looks like she found the love her weaponry life again. Which I thought was true when next I heard were a round of shot. Looks like I'm not the only one who's not keeping the rules around here. No wonder pissboy quickly vanished.

Giving her an amused look, I walked over to her letting the toes of our shoes bump against each other. "Really?" I asked in a low voice. Stepping back, I let the barrel of the gun I was holding trail up her leg, pushing up her skirt. Moving past that to slide over her stomach, the buttons of her immaculate blouse, parting her jacket, moving from the nipple of one breast to the other. Moving up to her throat, I let it rest in the hollow there for a moment and then tuck a lock of hair behind her ear with it.

"And what else would give you tingles." Tilting my head, I gave her a steady look before pulling back the gun and have it point toward the floor again. "I'm rather curious."

[da_lilah]

"Really?"

Wesley had come over to stand in front of me, a glint of wry amusement in his eye. He was close enough to reach out and touch and yet neither of us did that. For a few seconds we just stood there, toe to toe, looking at each other, the anticipation like a tangible thing between us.

And then he stepped back and dipped the barrel of his shotgun down to lift up the hem of my skirt. I inhaled sharply, pulse quickening at the thought of such a dangerous weapon being used so suggestively. I held very still as Wesley moved the barrel up past my stomach, and brushed it against my breasts. I could feel my nipples hardening through the fabric of my blouse in response, and a pleasant throbbing heat was spreading up from between my legs.

I had no idea if he'd reloaded the gun or not. One slip of his finger and I could have a fist sized hole through me.

And yet this threat of imminent danger, and possibly death, was the most arousing thing I'd experienced in a very long time.

I held my breath as he rested the barrel on my collar bone, I was torn between following its movements and observing Wes's expression as he directed its progress across my vulnerable flesh.

"And what else would give you tingles. I'm rather curious."

I finally let out the breath I was holding when he lowered the shotgun muzzle to the floor.

"You." I said simply. There was no need for preamble or embellishment. Wesley was the one person who could make me want to melt, just with a glance, or a touch. I was past denying it. I didn't care if it was sharing too much, giving away too much of myself. We'd lost our way because we'd held back in the past. Not this time. This time would say what I needed to say, and mean it.

I moved closer and pressed against him, one hand coming up to rest against the fabric of his shirt, the other reaching down to caress the length of the shotgun's barrel as if it were a part of him, another limb or appendage that could respond to my touch.

"You only have to look at me and I get the tingles. Don't you know that by now?" I breathed, then I leaned in and ran my tongue along the ridge of his scar. That long line of raised flesh that was a constant reminder of his betrayal, and deep regret. If I could have erased it, I would have, for his sake. But it was there and it was a part of him. Part of what had lead him to me in the first place. So, I licked at it, and placed feather-light kisses upon it. This scar, that had brought us together, had bound us with ties stronger than I'd ever thought possible.

[_wes_pryce_]

Her words made something inside me flare up and the way she used her mouth on my neck made me more aroused then it should. I was very certain it was because it was her doing it. Anyone else going even near that scar would be in a lot of trouble. Depending on who it was, I do remember breaking a few fingers. I'm not sure who's though. Doesn't matter now.

Tilting my head, I grip the gun a little tighter, my hand moving over her back. I press myself against her as she pushed herself closer. Pulling back, I look at her and I know there's dangerous glint in my eyes. I know what she wants, I now how she wants it and she can have it now. I'm not inclined to wait. Not anymore. I've waisted enough time waiting.

Putting the gun down on the table, I push her against the nearby wall and then move my hands to her shoulders. "I give you tingles hmm?" I say in a low voice, grabbing the back of her head I tangle my hand in her hair and plunge my tongue into her mouth until we need to breath. Then both my hands move to her front and without caring about any buttons, or fashionable designs, I rip her blouse open, exposing soft flesh covered with a satin bra. Throwing the shreds of the blouse on the floor, I run a finger over her lace covered breast, moving from one to the other.

"You seem to have a strange effect on me as well," I tell her seriously. I reach to my left and grab the knife lying there and in one swift move cut away her bra and then move to her skirt. Buttons fly and then its on the floor puddling around her ankles. "Lovely," I mutter, looking at her almost nude from standing before me. She's a proud woman, still standing there half naked in the weapons depot with nothing but panties and high heels. And still she's more dignified, radiates more confidence then anyone I've ever seen.

Dipping my head, I mouth a nipple, biting down on it before lapping at it soothingly with my tongue. The knife moves over her skin, tracing a path from her shoulder, to her collar bone to the other nipple. "I've a bit of a...problem, with knives," I tell her. "They can cut to deep." Or slice throats. Or panties. Smirking, I slice through her panties and rip them from her body. Bringing them up to my face, I take in her scent while tossing the knife on the floor. The metallic clang of it dropping on the floor is lost on me as it echoes through the room. All I hear is her heavy breathing, all I see is her beautiful body.

Grabbing the gun, I take a step back move the barrel between her breasts again. "Gorgeous," I whisper, taking in her now nude form hungrily. My cock is throbbing between my legs, trapped in those trousers, begging to be freed. Moving the barrel of the gun down, down, down, I circle the tip through her pubic hair and then rub it over her clit a few times. "So, Lilah. You're a lawyer. I'm sure you can tell me exactly what you'd like." I keep rubbing it over that sweet spot and lean in close to suck on a nipple.

[da_lilah]

"I give you tingles hmm?"

I loved it when Wesley pressed up against me, the length of his body pinning me to the wall behind us. I opened my mouth eagerly to his bruising kiss, meeting his probing tongue with my own. Then he pulled back and ripped the front of my blouse open. I tried not to gasp at his sudden violent action, but everything about him took my breath away. This was no exception.

"You seem to have a strange effect on me as well,"

I could settle for that. I'd settled for less in the past.

Wesley reached for a knife and soon was cutting away my clothing, piece by piece. My bra went, and then my skirt. Every cut of the knife sent shivers through me, but of pleasure, not of fear. I trusted Wesley completely, I knew he wouldn't hurt me unless I asked him to.

I stood before him, in only my panties, stockings and heels, head held high. I knew that he was not impervious to me, and it gave me a sense of power, even though he was totally clothed.

Wesley came closer, and without warning his lips descended upon my naked breast. I sighed and gasped when he teased at my nipple, arching my back as his tongue and teeth grazed against my sensitive flesh.

I felt the blade of his knife lightly caress my skin and I repressed another shiver.

"I've a bit of a...problem, with knives, They can cut too deep."

I nodded dumbly, too caught up in the sensation of cold metal sliding across my body for me to formulate a suitably witty reply.

Then Wesley grinned and cut away my french silk knickers, leaving me pretty much completely naked before him. He tossed away the knife and brought the shotgun to bear again.

"Gorgeous. So, Lilah. You're a lawyer. I'm sure you can tell me exactly what you'd like."

This was insane. Did normal people play with guns and lethal weapons like this? All I knew was that every move Wesley made was making me more and more aroused. There was not reason working here, no logical rational. Just plain want and need. He was pressing a gun barrel between my breasts and bringing it down between my legs and all I could do was moan and pant at his actions.

When he bent down to suckle at my breast again, I cradled his head, tangling my fingers in his hair and pressing him closer to me.

"I want you inside of me. Not some piece of metal, but you. Your flesh. Finger, cock, tongue I don't care, as long as it's you."

[_wes_pryce_]

Pulling back, I gave her a lopsided grin. "Now, now. Getting a little demanding aren't we?" I lift the gun up and stare into her eyes, not looking away. I lift the gun up higher and look at the wall next to us. Smirking back at her, I fire the gun without warming and listen as another picture of this McDonald falls down.

I can feel Lilah jump a little to the side and I take the opportunity to grab her arm again and pull her toward me. Throwing the gun behind me, I smirk as it goes off again as I slam her against the door. My mouth presses over her, pushing my tongue past parted lips roughly and swiping it through her mouth. Taking both wrists in my hands, I press her above her head against the door and use my knee to part her legs.

"You want me inside me hmm?" Clasping both her wrists in one hand, I push them against the door hard. I kiss her again, and then move my mouth to her throat, collarbone before mouthing a nipple. My hand wanders down, carting through her pubic hair before pinching her clit as the same time I bite down on her nipple.

"You'll have to be more specific then that, love," I mutter, suckling on her other breast while rubbing my finger over her clit. I push one finger into her and feel she's wet, eager and oh so very ready. My shaft is pulsing in my slacks, just begging to plunge into the tight heat. "What'll it be?" I move my mouth up again and over only inches away from her lips and stare into her eyes. My finger keeps moving and my other hand keeps her wrists trapped. "My cock, my finger or my tongue?"

[da_lilah]

"Now, now. Getting a little demanding aren't we?"

He surprised me by firing the gun again, at another picture of Lindsey. I instinctively jumped to the side and then found myself backed up against the door. Wesley was pressing against me, nudging my legs apart, lifting my wrists above my head, and plundering my mouth with his own. I moaned against his mouth when his tongue slipped in and the kiss deepened further.

"You want me inside you hmm?" Everything he did to me was exactly what I was craving. Every contact of lips, teeth and hand against my body was just a prelude to what would come.

"You'll have to be more specific then that, love. What'll it be. My cock, my finger or my tongue?"

His finger was already making me gasp and shiver as it stroked my clit and then pushed inside me, testing, probing...

I contemplated asking him to go down on me, his finger wasn't going to be enough, not on its own. But the way he had me pushed up against the door made me want something more immediate, and raw.

"Your cock." I decided out loud, and glanced up at my wrists, he followed the glance, and finally freed my arms. I brought my hand down to cup Wesley's crotch to make my choice clear, squeezing and stroking him through his pants. He was hard, and I felt a dampness through the fabric. I hurried to release him from his pants and soon he was naked from the waist down, his stiff cock springing free, already wet at the tip. I moved to lower myself and get a taste but Wesley stopped me and instead pressed me back against the door again.

Wesley grabbed me around the buttocks and I knew that he wanted to do, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and then my legs around his hips, he supported me with his hands, lifting me up and using the door as leverage. Still with one arm holding on tight to Wesley, I reached down and guided his cock inside of me. He obliged by thrusting his hips as soon as we were connected properly. I let go, and clung to him, marveling at how wonderful it was to feel him, the essence of him filling me up, making me his.

At first his pace was slow and deliberate, and I tried to egg him on with dirty whispers and the clenching of my thighs, and digging of my fingernails into him, but he refused to give in, tormenting me with his cock, drawing it out as long as humanly possible. I resorted to swearing, which only made him smile even wider.

"You bastard. You're torturing me. You want me to beg, is that it?" I hissed in his ear, as he slid deep into me again, my body was at a fever pitch, demanding more, craving release.

[watcher_pryce]

The relieve that flooded through me when she finally made her choice was very hard to keep from my face. But it would've spoiled the effect, the game. One we both knew we were playing. Though now it was differently then it had been before we both had died. Now it was about teasing the other, not about power. We both knew we could easily gain power of the other. It seemed we no longer craved that though.

I shuddered when she freed my cock and it slapped wetly against my stomach as it sprang free. Cupping her arse, I hoisted her up and her long legs wrapped around my waist as though we'd done this a hundred times before. Using the door as leverage, I groaned as slender fingers wrapped around heated flesh and guided me toward her waiting wetness. In one smooth thrust I slide into her her, moaning against her naked shoulder when she clenched around me. I bit down, leaving the marks of my teeth into her shoulder and started moving.

Slowly.

Very slowly.

Though it took every effort not to push her harder up against the door, taking her hard and fast, right then and there. I pulled back and smirked at her as she started to whisper dirty words in my ear. Instead I dipped my head and latched onto her nipple. Biting down on it, I lapped and soothed it with my tongue. I kept thrusting into her at that slow pace, hitting her sweet spot every time while I moved to her other breast grinning broadly.

I gave her an innocent expression. Slowly I licked my lips and blinked at her. As though I weren't shagging her up against the door. At though my shaft wasn't sliding in and out of her eager wetness, brushing over her clit and her sweet spot at very slow pace. As though my hands weren't kneading her arse. As though she wasn't completely naked in the weapons arsenal.

I wonder if they have camera's here.

"Why Lilah," I whispered, nibbling at her ear, one hand moving from arse to her front, thumbing over her clit. "Would I do such a thing?" I moved down and sucked on a spot on her throat. "Even though you beg so prettily."