Suppose She Should Come Clean
Who: Lilah and Wesley
Where: In bed at her apartment
When: Late evening, while Angel is trying to help Cordy get her memory back
What: Lilah tells Wes that Angel knows about them
Status: Complete
So, another night 'at work.' Really, if this was work, then maybe she should have started doing it a long time ago. Sure was sure that Wes would eventually give in and do what she wanted. She felt that he would make a good fit at Wolfram & Hart, whether he knew it or not. He wasn't the bumbling Watcher that he had wanted his ex-friends to see. He was actually quite ruthless and hard.
Very, very hard.
She rolled off of him and onto the side of the bed in order to catch her breath. Right now the two of them had just finished a very fun evening, that she also got paid for as overtime by the firm, by the way, and, soon enough, she would be getting her clothing on and getting the hell out of here for a fresh shower and a decent night's sleep. However, there was something that she needed to tell Wes first.
Taking a deep breath, she started talking as she continued to look at the ceiling. "So, Angel confronted me last night," she said to him. "Said that he knew about us. Claimed he could smell you on me." She rolled over and looked at him. "You haven't been bragging about nailing me, have you?" He should, since she was obviously the best he'd ever had, if what he lusted after before was a jailbait cheerleader and a Texan twig.
Where: In bed at her apartment
When: Late evening, while Angel is trying to help Cordy get her memory back
What: Lilah tells Wes that Angel knows about them
Status: Complete
So, another night 'at work.' Really, if this was work, then maybe she should have started doing it a long time ago. Sure was sure that Wes would eventually give in and do what she wanted. She felt that he would make a good fit at Wolfram & Hart, whether he knew it or not. He wasn't the bumbling Watcher that he had wanted his ex-friends to see. He was actually quite ruthless and hard.
Very, very hard.
She rolled off of him and onto the side of the bed in order to catch her breath. Right now the two of them had just finished a very fun evening, that she also got paid for as overtime by the firm, by the way, and, soon enough, she would be getting her clothing on and getting the hell out of here for a fresh shower and a decent night's sleep. However, there was something that she needed to tell Wes first.
Taking a deep breath, she started talking as she continued to look at the ceiling. "So, Angel confronted me last night," she said to him. "Said that he knew about us. Claimed he could smell you on me." She rolled over and looked at him. "You haven't been bragging about nailing me, have you?" He should, since she was obviously the best he'd ever had, if what he lusted after before was a jailbait cheerleader and a Texan twig.