I’m waltzing around on thin ice with my flippant attitude and Lilah lets me know it, loud and clear. So I pour the Scotch with a little shrug and a whole lot of unvoiced concern. Drinking is for escaping… don’t I know it… and it seems to me that about the worst thing you can do when you’ve got a kid asking questions is try to escape. But for now, I’ll let it slide. (I hate that unfamiliar look of defeat on Lilah. Maybe I’m willing to stoop to an easy way out too, if one presents itself.) It’ll give us both a couple more minutes to calm down and then see what we can do about Sarah.
I take a seat with Lilah on the couch, putting my arm around her and holding her close. All those years that me and Lilah spent taking out the hurt on each other… well, Angel was wrong. Turns out evil lawyers can change after all.
"Ramos is bad news, Lindsey. I won't let him get near Sarah, or you. Day's like this..."She trails off and I shake my head. “This isn’t all on your shoulders,” I reassure her. “You’re not the only one around here who’s going to
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This isn’t all on your shoulders...You’re not the only one around here who's going to make sure Sarah stays out of trouble.”
Oh, but it is. Why does he not get that? I'm the only one that really exists in this places, according to Wolfram and Hart Lindsey didn't exist and I was a single mother. When it boils down to it I am in this alone and he needs to realize that before it gets us all killed.
“This another ‘choose each other’ plan? Should I start feeling you up for wires?”
"Yeah, sure is." I roll my eyes at him and shake my head, pulling away from his arms and curling up on the other end of the couch. Physical distance is easy when you're far too gone for emotional distance anymore.
“We’ll be fine right here, babe. We knew Sarah was going to start getting curious sooner or later. If there’s a way to get you untangled from Wolfram & Hart, we’ll take it, first chance we get. But for now, it’s you and it’s me, and we’ll figure out something to tell her. Believe me.” "Later was the preference, Lindsey," I mutter against the lip of
( ... )
She pulls away and... well, if it wasn't Lilah I was talking about, I might be tempted to use the word 'sulking', tossing back the rest of her drink like the pro that she is and laying it out for me. Sarah's unanswerable questions and her brain that's going to force us to do some fancy dancing if we don't want our daughter finding out that the monsters under the bed are alive and well and terrorizing her mother on the regular basis just yet. Kind of leaves me wanting a drink too. It can't be as hopeless as that, can it
( ... )
"So we tell her...Not all of it... but enough. You're right, Li. She's a smart kid. How much do you think she's already got figured out? We'll fill in a few of the blanks for her."
Laughter escapes my lips and I'm glad that I didn't have anything in my mouth when he said that because I really don't feel like wearing it tonight. "Now I know you have lost your fucking mind McDonald." I cock my brow at him and I honestly wondered if he was serious; the look in his eyes said he was. "Yes, We're going to tell my six year old daughter that the monsters she reads about are not only real but her parents work for them?! Yes, that'll go over really fucking well Lindsey."
If it wasn't for Sarah in the next room I would have thrown the glass - and possibly several others - out of pure frustration. I don't do things like this, I don't deal with these moments. I still don't understand how a simple innocent question from my daughter got so fucking complicated.
"Probably safer than trying to keep her completely in the dark...Don't you think?"
( ... )
When I'm done laying out my plan, she laughs and for a whole two seconds I actually smile, thinking that she's agreeing with me. That she understands that it's not hopeless.
"Now I know you have lost your fucking mind McDonald."
My smile lands somewhere in the vicinity of my shoes. Well, damn. Lilah's fingers are so tight around her glass that they're turning white and her speech gets clumsy, words sliding into each other. I bite my tongue, hard, folding my arms with careful resignation.
"Yes, We're going to tell my six year old daughter that the monsters she reads about are not only real but her parents work for them?! Yes, that'll go over really fucking well Lindsey."
"Life happens," I interject. "You get a crappy hand, you've got to deal with it. Stuff like this, it doesn't wait for a kid to grow up." I learned about monsters when I was seven; the kind that came to your door with briefcases and plastic smiles, even if they didn't actually have horns and tails. Yeah, and look how swell you turned out. Shit, I think Lilah's bad
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I cock my brow at him and resist the very strong urge to slap him so hard his head spins across the room. "Fuck you, I am not drunk," I hiss, leaning in and fisting my hand hard in his hair and forcing him to look at me. "If I was drunk I wouldn't be thinking of doing the dirtiest things to you right now, Mr. McDonald
( ... )
I earn a rough hand in my hair for my efforts and the kind of look that you wouldn't think that your own loving wife would be capable of giving you. But I hold still and don't fight her, letting her get that anger out. Deep down, I know it's not anger at me, so much as this lousy dead-end of a situation.
"I kind of think it's because you're drunk, Mrs. Morgan," I point out, before getting cut off by a vicious kiss. And I can't help but kiss her back... never have had much in the way of will power around her. I’m torn between my straight-up lust for her and wanting to crawl away from the truth of her words before they cut too deep for repair. She has to believe that we’re still the same people we were back in L.A., still strong and cold enough to get through this in one piece, and here I am trying so damn hard to believe that we have changed
( ... )
Said purely like a curse word and I can't deny the bubble of hate and fury that starts in my stomach. In true Lilah fashion I brush it off, not letting the hurt sink into me like a stone.
He argues with me, telling me that I'm drunk and that all of this is meaningless. It's like he is denying anything I'm saying or feel just because I've had a bit of liquor. If memory serves me right then he would remember that some of our best memories are done with liquor involved in some way.
I find myself happily pinned to the couch and I smoothly wrap my leg around Lindsey's hip, pulling him closer to me as he finally kisses me back with the same fierceness as I was. His gentle touch catches me off guard for a moment; but I quickly find whit's and squirm happily under him.
Lindsey pulls away and growls, I swear, it's the sexiest thing that man does besides that thing with his tongue... Sadly before I can react to him he's off the couch and looking around our apartment as if he's on a beach naked and exposed.
She’s still teasing as I get to my feet, getting my mind off the problems the very best way that she knows how. The rough sound of tearing thread accompanies a glimpse of creamy curves under her blouse and for a second I can’t even remember why the hell I got up in the first place
( ... )
I take a seat with Lilah on the couch, putting my arm around her and holding her close. All those years that me and Lilah spent taking out the hurt on each other… well, Angel was wrong. Turns out evil lawyers can change after all.
"Ramos is bad news, Lindsey. I won't let him get near Sarah, or you. Day's like this..."She trails off and I shake my head. “This isn’t all on your shoulders,” I reassure her. “You’re not the only one around here who’s going to ( ... )
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Oh, but it is. Why does he not get that? I'm the only one that really exists in this places, according to Wolfram and Hart Lindsey didn't exist and I was a single mother. When it boils down to it I am in this alone and he needs to realize that before it gets us all killed.
“This another ‘choose each other’ plan? Should I start feeling you up for wires?”
"Yeah, sure is." I roll my eyes at him and shake my head, pulling away from his arms and curling up on the other end of the couch. Physical distance is easy when you're far too gone for emotional distance anymore.
“We’ll be fine right here, babe. We knew Sarah was going to start getting curious sooner or later. If there’s a way to get you untangled from Wolfram & Hart, we’ll take it, first chance we get. But for now, it’s you and it’s me, and we’ll figure out something to tell her. Believe me.” "Later was the preference, Lindsey," I mutter against the lip of ( ... )
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Laughter escapes my lips and I'm glad that I didn't have anything in my mouth when he said that because I really don't feel like wearing it tonight. "Now I know you have lost your fucking mind McDonald." I cock my brow at him and I honestly wondered if he was serious; the look in his eyes said he was. "Yes, We're going to tell my six year old daughter that the monsters she reads about are not only real but her parents work for them?! Yes, that'll go over really fucking well Lindsey."
If it wasn't for Sarah in the next room I would have thrown the glass - and possibly several others - out of pure frustration. I don't do things like this, I don't deal with these moments. I still don't understand how a simple innocent question from my daughter got so fucking complicated.
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"Now I know you have lost your fucking mind McDonald."
My smile lands somewhere in the vicinity of my shoes. Well, damn. Lilah's fingers are so tight around her glass that they're turning white and her speech gets clumsy, words sliding into each other. I bite my tongue, hard, folding my arms with careful resignation.
"Yes, We're going to tell my six year old daughter that the monsters she reads about are not only real but her parents work for them?! Yes, that'll go over really fucking well Lindsey."
"Life happens," I interject. "You get a crappy hand, you've got to deal with it. Stuff like this, it doesn't wait for a kid to grow up." I learned about monsters when I was seven; the kind that came to your door with briefcases and plastic smiles, even if they didn't actually have horns and tails. Yeah, and look how swell you turned out. Shit, I think Lilah's bad ( ... )
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"I kind of think it's because you're drunk, Mrs. Morgan," I point out, before getting cut off by a vicious kiss. And I can't help but kiss her back... never have had much in the way of will power around her. I’m torn between my straight-up lust for her and wanting to crawl away from the truth of her words before they cut too deep for repair. She has to believe that we’re still the same people we were back in L.A., still strong and cold enough to get through this in one piece, and here I am trying so damn hard to believe that we have changed ( ... )
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Said purely like a curse word and I can't deny the bubble of hate and fury that starts in my stomach. In true Lilah fashion I brush it off, not letting the hurt sink into me like a stone.
He argues with me, telling me that I'm drunk and that all of this is meaningless. It's like he is denying anything I'm saying or feel just because I've had a bit of liquor. If memory serves me right then he would remember that some of our best memories are done with liquor involved in some way.
I find myself happily pinned to the couch and I smoothly wrap my leg around Lindsey's hip, pulling him closer to me as he finally kisses me back with the same fierceness as I was. His gentle touch catches me off guard for a moment; but I quickly find whit's and squirm happily under him.
Lindsey pulls away and growls, I swear, it's the sexiest thing that man does besides that thing with his tongue... Sadly before I can react to him he's off the couch and looking around our apartment as if he's on a beach naked and exposed.
“I just want to ( ... )
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