69 - Thunder
Prompt: 69 - Thunder
Fandom: AtS
Pairing: Wesley/Lilah
Rating: PG
Words: 615
Authors Note: I feel squeaky. But I like how this came out.
The sky rumbled so loud it shook the windows of the apartment, causing Lilah’s eyes to flutter open. The weight of Wesley’s arm draped over her stomach and keeping her pressed tightly against his warm chest.
With a bit of effort, she pulled herself from his arms and slid out of the bed naked, the dim light of the hall was the only light that shone in the room. Lilah took a few steps and picked up his discarded shirt and slipped it on, only closing a few buttons before padding over barefoot to the window.
She looked out of the edge of the blinds, seeing that the sky was still black - inspite of it being well into the afternoon - and the reign of fire was still pouring down over Los Angeles.
A small tremor found its way up her spine and Lilah shook her head, stepping away from the window and making her way down the hall without casting a glance back at the bed. It was only now in the cover of night - even if it was under these circumstances - that Lilah could - or would - indulge herself in one of Wesley’s favorite past times; making tea.
Never would she have thought that doing something so domestic would not only be a secret but something that she enjoyed doing. It was apparent at moments like these that Wesley's ways were rubbing off on her; maybe it wasn’t a bad thing after all that she’d seen and done.
Lilah poured the tea into her cup and padded barefoot across the wood floor to the couch, curling her feet up she closed her eyes, quietly hoping to will the knowledge that the sound she was hearing was thunder and not the possible end of this miserable world as they knew it.
The Beast was free and all hell was breaking lose outside, it had been days since she showed up on Wesley’s doorstep after he told her to run, but she couldn’t she didn’t think it was in her after everything that had happened.
Yes, it was obvious that Wesley was influencing her in ways she never thought.
At first they were a bit unwelcome - and surprising - but now they were something different. Like a shelter from the storm she lived in; a storm she didn’t do anything to calm.
Lilah winced when she moved again, her stitches pulling in her side under the gauze that kept her wound clean. Her hand lingered over her abdomen, a memory of the things the doctor told her ringing like a bell in her ears.
“Congratulations, Ms. Morgan…”
Joy wasn’t the first - not even the last - thought on her mind when he told her, but she knew that maybe it would be some sort of hope for what was yet to come. The possibility that there was a sliver of hope for them, a chance to do something that she never thought she could do before.
If Wesley wasn’t so noble she would have gotten him out of here days ago, but he won’t leave even if she told him her news. It was one of the things that made him who he was. Sometimes it made Lilah sick that he was like a puppy with his loyalty, the need and desire to stay and do what was right so heavy on his heart.
Sometime she’d be able to tell him and they could try to start a life that was never meant to be theirs. But for now she was content on sipping her tea in the dark and pretending that the end of the world was nothing more than a storm that beat against their window.
Fandom: AtS
Pairing: Wesley/Lilah
Rating: PG
Words: 615
Authors Note: I feel squeaky. But I like how this came out.
The sky rumbled so loud it shook the windows of the apartment, causing Lilah’s eyes to flutter open. The weight of Wesley’s arm draped over her stomach and keeping her pressed tightly against his warm chest.
With a bit of effort, she pulled herself from his arms and slid out of the bed naked, the dim light of the hall was the only light that shone in the room. Lilah took a few steps and picked up his discarded shirt and slipped it on, only closing a few buttons before padding over barefoot to the window.
She looked out of the edge of the blinds, seeing that the sky was still black - inspite of it being well into the afternoon - and the reign of fire was still pouring down over Los Angeles.
A small tremor found its way up her spine and Lilah shook her head, stepping away from the window and making her way down the hall without casting a glance back at the bed. It was only now in the cover of night - even if it was under these circumstances - that Lilah could - or would - indulge herself in one of Wesley’s favorite past times; making tea.
Never would she have thought that doing something so domestic would not only be a secret but something that she enjoyed doing. It was apparent at moments like these that Wesley's ways were rubbing off on her; maybe it wasn’t a bad thing after all that she’d seen and done.
Lilah poured the tea into her cup and padded barefoot across the wood floor to the couch, curling her feet up she closed her eyes, quietly hoping to will the knowledge that the sound she was hearing was thunder and not the possible end of this miserable world as they knew it.
The Beast was free and all hell was breaking lose outside, it had been days since she showed up on Wesley’s doorstep after he told her to run, but she couldn’t she didn’t think it was in her after everything that had happened.
Yes, it was obvious that Wesley was influencing her in ways she never thought.
At first they were a bit unwelcome - and surprising - but now they were something different. Like a shelter from the storm she lived in; a storm she didn’t do anything to calm.
Lilah winced when she moved again, her stitches pulling in her side under the gauze that kept her wound clean. Her hand lingered over her abdomen, a memory of the things the doctor told her ringing like a bell in her ears.
“Congratulations, Ms. Morgan…”
Joy wasn’t the first - not even the last - thought on her mind when he told her, but she knew that maybe it would be some sort of hope for what was yet to come. The possibility that there was a sliver of hope for them, a chance to do something that she never thought she could do before.
If Wesley wasn’t so noble she would have gotten him out of here days ago, but he won’t leave even if she told him her news. It was one of the things that made him who he was. Sometimes it made Lilah sick that he was like a puppy with his loyalty, the need and desire to stay and do what was right so heavy on his heart.
Sometime she’d be able to tell him and they could try to start a life that was never meant to be theirs. But for now she was content on sipping her tea in the dark and pretending that the end of the world was nothing more than a storm that beat against their window.