"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?"
Lindsey's voice breaks me from my thoughts again and I walk back to the couch, dropping my glass and finding my way onto Lindsey's lap. There's nothing like ignoring the problem to make it go away. "You forget how much fun things can be in the dark." I smirk wickedly at him, wrapping my arms around his neck and dipping my face down to his. "What was this you were saying about looking for wires? Better check to see if I'm a double agent..."
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 mood is rubbing off on me...
She catches me off guard when she moves to get cuddly again, trying to change the subject and doing a damn fine job of it. Just the sort of thing that a guy like me would fall for, if I didn't know her better. I gently brush her hair away from her face, resting my forehead against hers. "You're drunk, Li," I tell her quietly, bracing myself for hell. "We don't have to figure this out right now."
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."
My other hand fists in his shirt and I lean down to kiss him hard, my tongue pressing against his lips and I feel his cock twitch against my thigh through his jeans. "You forget so easily," I whisper along his jaw as I make my way to his neck. "I know how you tick, you're twisted just like I am. An ocean, marrage and a child could never change who we are."
I roughly bite his neck before pulling away to look down at him. "Admit it, we're nothing but poison, the firm is going to burn us alive." I laugh acidicly and lean down to lick his lips before meeting his eyes. "That firm is going to fuck us over Lindsey, even if they don't know if you're alive, they're going to get us so we might as well enjoy ourselves on the way down." I tighten my hand in his hair and thrust down hard against him. "We should forget about the world, our daughter is a smart cookie, she'll survive. We're too scared to make another battle." Without giving him a chance I lean in and kiss him hard, almost hard enough to burst his lip.
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…
Maybe we never will. Maybe Angel was right all along and it’s just beyond the ability of people like me and Lilah.
“Fuck the world,” I whisper in agreement, before sitting up fast and grabbing her in one smooth motion, pinning her to the other arm of the couch. “We’ll be okay.” I brush her hair back from where it’s tumbled over her cheek, returning her fierce kisses and trying to ignore the annoying tickle in the back of my mind that something… is… wrong.
I sit up again with a slight growl, looking around like I’ll be able to physically see whatever it is that’s got my sixth sense itching. Considering how closely the runes on my body are linked to the ones on the walls, it’s probably just a window blown open or something, but still. “Something’s weird,” I tell Lilah, already getting to my feet. “I just want to check around, and then you’re mine, pretty lady.”
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 check around, and then you’re mine, pretty lady.”
A cocky smirk comes to my lips and I sit up on the edge of the couch, lifting myself up onto the arm before I let my legs fall over the side. "Good, I'll save you the trouble of ripping my expensive shirt." Licking my bottom lip I start pulling at the buttons, my drunk fingers making a mess of it and I end up pulling at my shirt, sending the expensive pearl buttons scattered across the living room floor. "Lindsey...hurry." I start pulling at my skirt, looking down as I fumble with the zipper.
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.
Right. Spidey-senses tingling. Quick perimeter sweep and then she’s back in my arms.
I pull her roughly to her feet, holding her close to me for a moment and feeling the heat coming off her body, without the barrier of much clothing at all. “Bedroom,” I whisper, biting her earlobe. “Meet you there in a sec.”
Letting her go with an internal sigh of regret, I double-check the front door and the windows in the main room and kitchen. Everything’s closed up tight, locks in place and runes untouched. Heading down the short hallway to the bedrooms, I’m awful tempted to just join Lilah right now, but I can’t shake that feeling that I’m missing something. And getting sloppy with security would be an open invitation for Wolfram & Hart’s goons to stroll right in and hurt my family. Not going to happen.
Making sure I’m decent, I knock lightly on Sarah’s door. “Sarah?” No answer, and I almost start to worry before remembering why she’s hiding out in the first place. “You alright in there, kiddo?” Still no answer. The way we’ve raised her, she knows that she’s got to answer when we call her. Concerned, I open the door.
Cool air from the open window hits me immediately, the curtains moving slightly in the breeze. “Oh fuck,” I whisper, panic blossoming in the pit of my stomach. “Lilah! Lilah, get in here!” I rush over to the window, my fingers locking onto the windowsill like that can keep me from losing it completely, staring up and down the street for a sign that’s she okay. Every kid runs away from home once, right? And she’s so damn smart, she’ll be okay. She’ll be okay. Oh god, please, she has to be okay.
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?"
Lindsey's voice breaks me from my thoughts again and I walk back to the couch, dropping my glass and finding my way onto Lindsey's lap. There's nothing like ignoring the problem to make it go away. "You forget how much fun things can be in the dark." I smirk wickedly at him, wrapping my arms around his neck and dipping my face down to his. "What was this you were saying about looking for wires? Better check to see if I'm a double agent..."
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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 mood is rubbing off on me...
She catches me off guard when she moves to get cuddly again, trying to change the subject and doing a damn fine job of it. Just the sort of thing that a guy like me would fall for, if I didn't know her better. I gently brush her hair away from her face, resting my forehead against hers. "You're drunk, Li," I tell her quietly, bracing myself for hell. "We don't have to figure this out right now."
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My other hand fists in his shirt and I lean down to kiss him hard, my tongue pressing against his lips and I feel his cock twitch against my thigh through his jeans. "You forget so easily," I whisper along his jaw as I make my way to his neck. "I know how you tick, you're twisted just like I am. An ocean, marrage and a child could never change who we are."
I roughly bite his neck before pulling away to look down at him. "Admit it, we're nothing but poison, the firm is going to burn us alive." I laugh acidicly and lean down to lick his lips before meeting his eyes. "That firm is going to fuck us over Lindsey, even if they don't know if you're alive, they're going to get us so we might as well enjoy ourselves on the way down." I tighten my hand in his hair and thrust down hard against him. "We should forget about the world, our daughter is a smart cookie, she'll survive. We're too scared to make another battle." Without giving him a chance I lean in and kiss him hard, almost hard enough to burst his lip.
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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…
Maybe we never will. Maybe Angel was right all along and it’s just beyond the ability of people like me and Lilah.
“Fuck the world,” I whisper in agreement, before sitting up fast and grabbing her in one smooth motion, pinning her to the other arm of the couch. “We’ll be okay.” I brush her hair back from where it’s tumbled over her cheek, returning her fierce kisses and trying to ignore the annoying tickle in the back of my mind that something… is… wrong.
I sit up again with a slight growl, looking around like I’ll be able to physically see whatever it is that’s got my sixth sense itching. Considering how closely the runes on my body are linked to the ones on the walls, it’s probably just a window blown open or something, but still. “Something’s weird,” I tell Lilah, already getting to my feet. “I just want to check around, and then you’re mine, pretty lady.”
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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 check around, and then you’re mine, pretty lady.”
A cocky smirk comes to my lips and I sit up on the edge of the couch, lifting myself up onto the arm before I let my legs fall over the side. "Good, I'll save you the trouble of ripping my expensive shirt." Licking my bottom lip I start pulling at the buttons, my drunk fingers making a mess of it and I end up pulling at my shirt, sending the expensive pearl buttons scattered across the living room floor. "Lindsey...hurry." I start pulling at my skirt, looking down as I fumble with the zipper.
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Right. Spidey-senses tingling. Quick perimeter sweep and then she’s back in my arms.
I pull her roughly to her feet, holding her close to me for a moment and feeling the heat coming off her body, without the barrier of much clothing at all. “Bedroom,” I whisper, biting her earlobe. “Meet you there in a sec.”
Letting her go with an internal sigh of regret, I double-check the front door and the windows in the main room and kitchen. Everything’s closed up tight, locks in place and runes untouched. Heading down the short hallway to the bedrooms, I’m awful tempted to just join Lilah right now, but I can’t shake that feeling that I’m missing something. And getting sloppy with security would be an open invitation for Wolfram & Hart’s goons to stroll right in and hurt my family. Not going to happen.
Making sure I’m decent, I knock lightly on Sarah’s door. “Sarah?” No answer, and I almost start to worry before remembering why she’s hiding out in the first place. “You alright in there, kiddo?” Still no answer. The way we’ve raised her, she knows that she’s got to answer when we call her. Concerned, I open the door.
Cool air from the open window hits me immediately, the curtains moving slightly in the breeze. “Oh fuck,” I whisper, panic blossoming in the pit of my stomach. “Lilah! Lilah, get in here!” I rush over to the window, my fingers locking onto the windowsill like that can keep me from losing it completely, staring up and down the street for a sign that’s she okay. Every kid runs away from home once, right? And she’s so damn smart, she’ll be okay. She’ll be okay. Oh god, please, she has to be okay.
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