Small Steps...

[da_lilah]

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Finally Wesley came in with me from the roof, the words before we'd fled the rain still ringing in my ears.

"Thank you for coming back Lilah. I can't promise you...anything."Since when had I ever asked him for more than he could offer? I'd known the score, even back then. No promises. Hell, we'd even made a bet over who'd be

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[da_lilah]

Wesley was taking his time, gradually cranking up the pace, and I was panting for more, straining to meet every thrust and grind of his hips.

I wrapped my legs around him, squeezing him between my thighs, as he slammed even deeper into me, making me whimper and cry out at the sheer force of his movements. His fingers and lips were ravishing my breasts, making my nipples hard, aching and tingling from his touch.

Wesley was pulled back to look at me, his hips still moving, his hand still pinioning my wrists, and his gaze raking over my sweat soaked body with an expression that sent a thrill through every nerve ending of my body. I wanted to memorize that look, it was something else.

Then he leaned forward and licked and sucked at my throat, hard enough to make a mark. I sighed and tilted my head to the side, wanting him to tease the tender skin there even more.

Next he was claiming my mouth with a bruising kiss and a moan escaped my lips as his tongue darted in and twined with my own. I kissed him back hungrily, with equal passion and force.

Then I let out a strangled gasp, muffled by his mouth covering my own, when I felt his thumb graze over my pleasure spot, suddenly intensifying the pleasure of his cock thrusting into my tight channel. Oh god, his thumb was doing things to me that made me convulse my hips, my body taking over in the need to find release, striving in wild abandon to reach that pinnacle of bliss.

"Come for me, Lilah...Let go." Wesley breathed into my ear, and then he shifted his position slightly and I gave a guttural cry at the feeling of his cock pushing against that part of me that would tip me over the edge.

My hands were free, I was suddenly free to do what I wished, and I found myself clutching at his back, digging my nails into his flesh hard as he rode me. I clung to Wesley as if I were drowning in him, as if he was the only thing left in the world I could hold onto. Perhaps that was true.

I felt myself cross over the edge into ecstasy and shuddered beneath him, my inner muscles clenching and releasing as I climaxed. I half-sobbed into his shoulder as my body was wracked with spasms of pleasure. I was so lost in him I couldn't even form enough thought to call out his name. All I could do was hold onto him for dear life and gasp as I died that sweet little death. I hoped he was not far behind and bucked my hips, clamping down hard on his cock as I came.

[_wes_pryce_]

The pain as her nails dig into the flesh on my back are well known, familiar. Welcomed. I've not been able to feel anything for so long. Had not wanted to feel anything, least of all pain. But she managed to make me feel again. Feel pain and enjoy it. I arch into her hands as I push myself up on my elbows.

Thrusting into her, I keep rubbing my thumb hard over that little nub that will push her over the edge. Snapping my hips I keep pumping, her hands and nails sliding over the sweat slicked skin on my back. Her wetness is clamping hard and hot around my cock as she spears herself onto me. I can feel her hard nipples grazing over mine as our bodies move in tandem.

I watch mesmerized as she suddenly tumbles over that edge. Her back arching off the bed, her face showing nothing but ecstasy and passion as she sobs out her release. I've never seen her like this before. So free, so trusting, able to let herself go fully...so lost in the moment.

I can feel my balls rising up hard and fast. Tingling, aching, crying out with the need to come. She clenches hard around me. That and the sight of her so abandoned in passion is all it takes for me to join her and fall over the edge. I'm following her willingly, thankfully.

My thrusts stutter and I slide into her one more time before freezing. A shudder goes through my body and I cry out her name in a harsh whisper as I spill my release inside of her. Again I can feel something breaking inside of me. As if another part of the thick wall I had build around me is hacked away. Shallowly I push into her a few more times, milking my orgasm while I try to catch my breath.

Linking shaky legs with hers I flip us over, making certain not to slide out of that welcoming heat. My hand tangles in her hair while I pull her on top of me. Moving my free hand over her damp back I can hear my own breath coming in labored pants as I come down from my own orgasm. The best one I had in a long time. I still remembered Lilah's sob and pry my eyes open to glance at her. She still looks out of it. A little smug smirk tugs at the corners of my mouth and I can't help but plant a small kiss on her forehead.

"Welcome back, Lilah."

[da_lilah]

Wesley thrust deeply into me as I clung to him, his hips jerking faster and faster, and then I felt him freeze for a second. Finally he was tumbling over the abyss with me, crying out my name as he let himself go, let himself find release in my embrace. I pulled Wesley closer, my legs and arms still wrapped tightly around him.

Won’t let you go this time. Not without a fight.

We lay panting for a little while, trying to calm our clamoring heartbeats and then he flipped me over, dragging me to lie on top of him. I was still in a daze, body tingling from all the attention his mouth, hands and cock had given me. I sprawled over his body, the heat radiating from his damp skin was making me drowsy but in a good way, in a wonderful way. His hands were caressing my back, supple fingers still working their magic on me.

He bent down and kissed my forehead gently. I’d missed that. Missed the small gestures that meant so much, if you let them.

Welcome back, Lilah.

"Welcome back yourself, Wesley." I murmured, once I was calm enough to string some words together coherently. I lazily ran my own fingers down his side, wanting to re-explore the body I’d once known so well. “I have to say, being alive again does have its good points."

I lifted my head to look at him, propping my chin up on my other hand which was resting on his chest.

"And thank you. That's probably the closest I’m ever gonna get to those pearly white gates.” I commented with a satisfied smirk playing on my lips.

[_wes_pryce_]

A small smirk spreads over my face at the exhausted tinge in her voice. Shivering a those well known fingers running down my side, I try to catch my breath some more. I don't think I've been exhausted this way in a very long time. Exhausted yes, but worn out? No. Not since...Not since Lilah actually. No since...I lost her. Pushed her away. True.

Scooting a bit up against the headboard, I glance down at her, the hand on her back now brushing through her hair. My mind is empty, there are no voices yelling at me. Accusing me, telling me I've failed them. Telling me that I'm a disappointment. That I should be dead. Lilah should be dead.

Half smirk still in place I look down at her as she starts to thank me. Her next words make me freeze however, smirk dying on my face. Pearly white gates? No she'll never get there will she? But then again neither will I, will I? Never good enough. We're both bound to Wolfram and Hart, mind, body and soul. We're both doomed. At least Fred didn't have to go through that, with her soul gone.

"It means something that you tried.

"I'm sorry," I mutter, looking at her with wide eyes.

"Why can't I stay?"

"Five by five, boss"

"One of you is going to betray me."

"What happened to you man?"

"You never had any use for me as a child and you can't bear the thought of me as an adult..."

"Shut up..." I whisper, bringing my hands up I press them against my ears while I squeeze my eyes shut. "Shut up!"