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[l_femmefatale]

Who: Lilah
When: September 15th 11PM
Where: Sunnydale's Sleezy Hotel - Lilah Morgan's room
Invited: Oliver, Will

"...both of you gentlemen will be in need of legal representation," Lilah drawled, swiping the key card to her room. The green light on the electronic lock went on, and her door clicked open.  "If the owner of that club catches up with you."

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[static_ollie]

Oliver nodded at Lilah as he agreed to open the bottle. He tended to the bottle and removed the wire protector around it, making sure that he aimed away from present company into any other direction to avoid possible mishaps. As he held the bottle he noticed that it was chilled at the right temperature; “Perfect,” he thought “that’s when you appreciate its heavenly savor.” He then gripped the neck of the bottle firmly in one hand and the cork in the other. Using slow but firm motions he gently twisted the cork out of the bottle causing a slight sound, ‘pop’.

“Little bugger.” Oliver thought as he glanced at Will and noting his indiscreet method of luring Lilah in his direction with his use of flimflams. He held the bottle firmly as he poured the liquid into two the champagne flutes that he held.

Oliver made his way over to Will as he took the bottle and handed it to him with a little more force then he initially intended. “Thanks.” He sneered under his breath, referring to the credit card. Oliver turned around and handed a glass of Champagne to Lilah. “Cheers.” He uttered as he raised his glass and clinked it with hers. Lifting his own glass to his own lips, he took a sip, savoring its taste briefly.

He then placed his cup down on the nearby table and lifted his hand unto Lilah, touching the soft flesh of her arm. He grazed Lilah’s arm softly, starting just above her elbow and making his way down to her hand as he held it gently. He tugged at her hand softly as he nodded in the direction of the couch.

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"Well," Lilah said, sing-song and with a wry curve of her lips. "I can honestly say that's the first time -ever- that I've been used as an ice machine. Kinky." She arched her brow, eyes glinting with a devilish light.

She switched gears a little rough when Oliver brought her the champagne flute, noting the tension in the tall man's lean frame. She halfway expected another violent eruption, and was pleased when it didn't manifest.

"Cheers," she murmured, grinning and led about like a lamb to the slaughter, which happened to take the shape of an off-white couch in front of the silent television. The sofa lacked amenity, but it was large enough to accommodate three, which pleased Lilah, seeing as how it was the number of present company.

"Will, come over and join us," Lilah purred, glancing back at the young man with an inviting glance, cast seductively over her shoulder from beneath a curtain of sable. She was more cautious of him than Oliver, uncertain of where to begin, because he remained such an unknown quality.

Oliver, being English, being Oliver, no doubt understood why they were there.

The lady lawyer gave Oliver a firm shove, pushing him back against the cushions so that she could settle astride his lap. Grabbing hold of his shirt front with one fist, Lilah took his mouth in a hard kiss.

[elias1]

Will smiled slyly, as Oliver shoved the bottle into his hands. "Careful, Oliver. We may need to drink something later." He said, more seriously than jokingly. Slowly walking over to Lilah. He placed the bottle of champagne on a nearby table as he passed it, he brought uphis hands, which began to brighten. Gently, he placed them on the woman's shoulders as she kissed Oliver, and began to slowly massage them, the small amount of magic playing along her nerves where ever his hands were. Slowly, he moved them down her arms, exciting the nerves as he went, and making them more sensitive to touch. He went back up to her shoulders, and down her back, the cloth of her dress not stopping the magic.

He pressed his fingers into her lower back, relaxing her muscles, and pushing his magic deeper, to stoke the fires, in that special spot, low in the woman's belly.

[static_ollie]

Oliver revealed a lopsided grin as Lilah followed his lead to the lounges, but the brief mention of Will’s name annoyed him. Oliver loathed the idea of Will joining in on any of the possible events for tonight. However, he was not going to let his utter dislike of the bloke plague his mind any longer, he thought to himself.

Oliver settled down quickly on the sofa as he was hard-pressed against it in a matter of seconds. He helped hoist Lilah up as she managed to straddle him deftly and pull him in for a forceful kiss that sent a jolt of pleasure through him. He responded by taking her fierce feverish lips as his own and forcing his hot tongue into her mouth, savoring it entirely.

“What a doll.” He muttered as he ran his hands down her deliciously hot arse and squeezing roughly.

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Lilah emitted a throaty moan; magic behind, and another sort of magic in front. She broke the kiss with Oliver, tilting her head back to send dark hair cascading over her bare shoulders. She spread her thighs wider, hitching her already short skirt to indecent level, revealing a pair of black thong undies...and two bare buttocks.

"Mmm, that's what I call a massage - I had no idea I was so tense," she drawled, reaching back, arms lifting to hook over the back of Will's neck even as she twisted her head around. She still had the taste of Oliver in her mouth, and it was a delicious discovery to mix that flavor with Will's.

Lilah took the kiss on the way she pursued everything: without reservations or inhibitions. Open-mouthed, tongue sparring, saliva mingling... She suckled Will's lip, and allowed her hands to drop, tugging suggestively at the collar of his shirt in a way that caused his buttons to pop.

Her excitement...the anticipation...had reached a fevered pitch. Lilah liked getting what Lilah wanted...and what had begun as an amused suggestion suddenly held a whole lot of potential for fulfillment.

"Will, help me with my back?" Lilah gathered her hair, bringing it forward, to expose the fastenings that closed the seam of her tiny black dress. Not idle, her hands slid forward across Oliver's chest, popping the buttons on his shirt.

[elias1]

As will was pulled down into a kiss with Lilah, he opened his mouth to acept her tongue, his hands trailing along her sides, and up, cupping her full, firm breasts, exciting the nerves again wherever his hands touched.

Will growled just a little as he kissed Lilah, his tongue wrestling with hers, forcing into her mouth, and stopping just short of smothering her. He tasted like milk chocolate covered strawberries, with just a hint of Irish cream liquer, as an aftertaste.

He pulled back, as Lilah sucked on his lower lip, and he growled louder, more animalistically. As he opened his eyes, they appeared to be solidly black, for only a moment, as he focused on Lilah's dress, as she pulled her hair out of the way.

"Of course, Lilah," he said, his voice low, and dark. Like warm chocolate poured over gravel in the hot sun. It was the type of voice that would make a woman's panties wet, and every muscle in her body quiver when he said her name, as he slowly unsipped her dress, aking in the sight of her perfect ass, marred only by Oliver's hands.

[static_ollie]

Oliver swiftly removed the remainder of his shirt. He then placed his hands back on her smooth legs. His hands were running firmly up Lilah’s thighs caressing her arse reaching for her arse-cheeks as he began kneading into them. He released a low-throated noise of enjoyment. Her wanton anticipation was exciting him.

Oliver than helped her slipped out of the remainder of her black dress that meddling Will helped unzipped. He felt that the bra was extremely limiting, so he deftly unclasped it, revealing her firm breasts and her marked brown areolas that looked like delicious milk chocolate. He stared at her luscious breast with lusty appreciation.

“Quite an eyeful.” He said in a deep husky voice. He spanned his thumbs and first fingers below each half-globe and began massaging upward. His thumbs brazed over Lilah’s nipples and flicked gently at their stiff resistance. His caress was exquisite, so tender yet so firm, of natural talent of course.

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"Quite a handful," Lilah returned, perfectly poised, timed, confident. She allowed the dress to fall, standing so that it shimmied down her legs. The black material pooled around her ankles and she stepped out, leaving her clad only in bra, panties, and heels.

She laughed low and husky, her entire body shivering with anticipation even as she imposed the mastery of her will to bring it under control. It created quite the conflict with her other Will who seemed determined to use voice and hands - amplified with magic? - to reduce her to jelly. Only Lilah wasn't a spineless marine invertebrate. She just so happened to have a heart and a brain...and a proud unbending backbone.

"Quite a mouthful too," Lilah drawled, returning to the couch, chest thrusting forward with betraying eagerness as Oliver worked the clasp of her bra. One hand reached back for Will even as the other went forward, determined not to allow either of her couch mates to escape.

"That's a subtle hint...Olly." Lilah's fingers closed in Oliver's hair, knotting, tugging hard. Making it perfectly clear that she wanted to put his smart mouth to some useful purpose. Finally.

Twisting her head, Lilah recaptured Will's mouth, and her fingers fastened onto the waistband of his pants, giving an insistent tug.

OC: Yes, I have at long last returned from a weekend of furniture moving and touring the Monterey Aquarium, which happens to have one of the most SPECTACULAR jelly fish exhibits! :D

[elias1]

Will helped Lilah keep her balance as she shimmied out of her dress, sending a jolt of his own power, seemingly mixed with the pleasure he was feeling, down to that special spot in the pit of her belly. He helped her settle back onto Oliver's lap. As she straddled Oliver again, he sent another bolt of pleasure/power through her, this time, along her spine.

He accepted the kiss with eagerness, forcing his tongue into her mouth, as he wrapped her hair around his right hand, and gave a sharp, almost painful, tug. His pants began to come down at her tugging, and he growled visciously into her mouth, a promise of painful pleasure to come.

[static_ollie]

“Oh, yes…” Oliver rasped approvingly as Lilah delved her fingers through his hair, causing a tingling sensation to course through his entire body as he felt her body grind into him. At that moment he felt as his member was imprisoned in his trousers as it pulsated with vigor.

He turned his gaze back at her ring of colors, they were rich and ripe for sucking, patiently waiting to feel his hot mouth on them. He leaned forward and reached for an irresistible nipple, and began to suck on it. He lapped and licked her nipple, taking the swollen nubbin into his mouth as he cupped his mouth on her breast. Oliver’s tongue began to graze over her other nipple, flicking it lightly. He felt her body shiver at the touch of his lips. That was all the assurance he needed. He grinned slightly into her breast as he continued to passionately suck on her deliciously erect nipple.

OOC: Welcome back, M.

[l_femmefatale]

Lilah's shivers soothed, settling into heavy languor - expectation of pleasure - anticipation of what was to come. Certainly, she loved being the object of attention of not just one powerful man, but two. Her nips were erect and wet from Oliver's ministrations, and her core was heated, honeyed, aching.

"Maybe I'm neglecting Will," Lilah suggested with a throaty chuckle, noticing how rough the young man behind her become. With an insistent tug on Oliver's hair, she pressed a final hungry kiss to his mouth, and then twisted, rearranging her position on the couch so that her back faced the Brit.

It was an interesting dynamic. She had to wonder if another fist-fight would break out if any man-parts happened to touch. The thought made her smirk.

Lilah gave a suggestive wiggle of her backside, settling astride Oliver's lap. No doubt he could find something to occupy himself. If the bulge in his pants was any indication, he was plenty motivated. Clever fella...

"Easy, Tiger, no need to get rough," Lilah murmured to Will, running her hands over his bare chest, exploring the smooth planes of his abdomen. She pressed her lips to the bare flesh just above his groin, leaving a smear of red lipstick, the promise of more to come. His erection thrust eagerly forward, and she took him into her hands, firm, steady, allowing her nails to scrape lightly over him as they got acquainted.

[elias1]

Will released Lilah's hair as she finished her kiss, but he kept his hand in her hair as she turned around. He massaged her scalp as she kissed just above his groin, and he groaned as she grazed her nails over his manhood.

He didn't seem to be too big, or too small. He looked just about the right length, and maybe just a little thicker than average. His manhood jumped at her touch, and a slight shudder ran through the area of where his groin met with his thigh. He smiled lightly, his head rolling back just a little, and his eyes closing.

"Whatever you say, Lilah." He said gruffly.