They collapsed together in a tangled heap, mouths and hands working, fiercely, their cries loud enough to wake the dead – waking the dead not an unknown occurrence at Wolfram and Hart.
They fell away from one another, breathing hard, arms and legs tangled in the tattered remnants of their clothing. Lilah tested her arms and legs for usability, feeling shattered. Faith’s silence made her head come up. The echo was gone.
They looked toward the elevator doors in unison.
“Oh shit.” Faith groaned.
Maintenance workers stood in the doorway, eyes glazed. Behind them more than a few office drones seemed frozen in their tracks.
Lilah recovered first, rising on only slightly teetery heels to stalk off the elevator. “I’ll be in my office.” She stepped forward and everyone fell back. She snapped her fingers under the nose of one of the drones until he looked up into her eyes. “Let me know when my meeting with Mr. McDonald and Mr. Lee starts.” She started down the hall, and then stopped as a thought occurred to her. She looked back over one lightly freckled shoulder at the tableau around the elevator. “Oh, and get my companion some clothes. Black leather, I think. Evil and all.”
Good story and hot, or just hot, or not so very good but made up for by the hot?
Deena, that was completely hot.
Awesome.
I shouldn't have called it a story, because it's not, really. I just started wondering how and what the two of them would reveal to one another if they were alone and the rest followed.
I'm still trying to get a grip on Ms. Morgan. Leave it to Faith not to have a problem.
KAY
I went to the online phone book and located the “Camarillo Factory Outlets”, forty minutes away.Sounded like the place, if these visions had a service area. “He looks like Chewbacca on steroids,” Cordy said.
“Sounds like a Krevloch demon. “ Wesley said. “Let me consult my books and see what I can find out.”
“No offense, Wes, but I think we’d just better be going. We’ve got a forty-minute drive already, huh? And he’s gonna stick out. Just a little, don’t you think?”
“But you know very little about it...its vulnerabilities and so on. How will you manage?"
“We’ll wing it. I’ll be in touch in forty minutes, huh?”
“Not the way I drive,” Gunn said.
“A man after my own heart,” I said, and noticed Wesley frowning. “It’s okay, babe. You look after Cordelia and if I need anything out of the Dungeons and Dragons playbook, you’re my guy.”
“I still think ‘winging it’ is incredibly ill-advised. Don’t come running to me if you get killed. What? I don’t even know what I’m saying any more.”
”That makes two of us, hon. Look, though, besides my ordinary Earth weapon, Mr. Smith and Wesson, I’ve got four stakes and this sharp axe-thing you gave me. Just when I couldn’t get any cuddlier, huh? Check me out...Xena the Warrior Flatfoot. But I’m not gonna start dressing like her, though.” I showed off my full gunbelt.
”Too bad,” Gunn teased. “That’d make it real easy to come to work."
“I think life might be hard on a blind demonfighter, Gunn.”.
Deena, i really liked that scrap -- i enjoy the way you write Faith.
Oh, very nice, Deena. (I got your email, by the way, I've simply been in no position to reply yet. Still working on playing catchup. Are you around, perchance?)
In and out -- just got back from the grocery store and have to cook dinner in a bit.
