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an atypical celebration

Lilah hadn't been home for long, so far. She had never been the type of woman to take Valentine's Day off and try to rush home and have dinner plans or something else equally mushy and nauseating. She never saw the point. Besides, you'd be surprised at how many bitter lovers contacted an evil law firm for this holiday. It was one of their busiest days of the year.

Still, she was home now, and changed out of her suit, pulling on a silken robe. She didn't expect to see Wesley tonight. They didn't typically spend days like today together. It wasn't how they did things.

Of course, she did get word before she left the office that he had killed one of her clients. She supposed that was almost romantic, in it's own way.

She had been in her bathroom, about to fill up a bath for herself when she heard the knock on her door. Surprising, but she had an idea who it was. Not too many people came to her apartment. Not too many people knew where her apartment was.

She made her way to the door, smirking as she saw Wesley there. Holding a bottle of wine and a box of chocolates.

"And here I thought I wouldn't get anything today."

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Wes smirked back, leaning against the doorframe and taking in the sight of her in just a flimsy robe.

"I thought we should celebrate. Isn't it what typical people do on Valentine's?" It was said with a mocking tone and it was obvious from his demeanour that he had no intention of getting into the sentimental spirit of the day. Love wasn't on the table. It never had been.

The wine he had chosen wasn't champagne, either. It was an expensive Syrah instead.

"That's what I've heard," She quipped back, stepping away from the door now in order to let him inside of the apartment. Of course, neither one of them were typical people. They never have been. Especially not with one another.

"If I had known you were coming over, I would have worn something more appropriate," She mused with another smirk. Because since when had she ever been particularly appropriate?

"Like a red bow?" He arched a brow at her and moved into the apartment proper.

The truth was, he had an ulterior motive for visiting Lilah that night. He tossed the chocolates onto the couch. They were Belgian and supposed to be good, but he'd just grabbed whatever the store clerk had pointed him towards.

No, the real celebration was going to be in how he'd bested her for once.

Heading straight for the kitchen area he searched for the wine opener.

"Maybe something more than just a robe, at least." Not that it really mattered what she wore. After all, he'd probably be undressing her soon enough. It wasn't like they spent a lot of their time just sitting around and chatting with one another. That wasn't how they were.

Of course, she had a suspicion of why he might be here. No doubt he wanted to brag a little bit about taking out one of her clients. She'd let him have fun for once before busting his chops.

She followed him into the kitchen, pulling out the wine opener and handing it to him.

"More? I thought the point of these occasions was to wear less. Much less."

He accepts the wine opener, uses it to nudge the edge of her robe open for a moment. But then he turns and proceeds to open the wine and pour them both two generous glasses full.

"Busy day at the office?"

"The more I have on, the more there is to take off. And that can have it's appeal."

Still, she grinned as he nudged her robe open in a way that suggested she didn't object to wearing less quicker.

"Quite. Seems a lot of scorned lovers were looking into what services our firm could offer them today."

She took one of the glasses from him, taking a long drink from it.

"It can." He agreed, taking a deep swallow from his glass too. Then he cocked his head at her, eyeing her over his drink.

"We should have a toast. To scorned lovers."

Wes raises his glass to her in a cynical salute.

Lilah smirked yet again, bringing her own glass up to clink against his.

"To scorned lovers."

The words are said almost joyfully as she brings the glass back to her lips for another drink.

He took a sip and then smirked slyly at her.

"No other incidents at work?"

Surely she had to know by now. How she'd lost an important wealthy client. Of course, the client question had been known for how he tortured, raped and skinned his female victims. Not always in that order.

As soon as he'd heard Lilah mention a Horzuk demon on one of the late night calls he'd eavesdropped on, he'd dug further and found out just how despicable Fural was. It had taken some doing and a lot of planning, but he and his people had finally taken him out.

"Other incidents?" She asked, faking confusion in her voice. As if she didn't know exactly what she was talking about. Which she did, of course. Lilah always kept close tabs on her clients. It was part of why she was so good at what she did.

But Fural had become a liability. He was drawing too much attention to himself, and not paying nearly enough to make it worth her while. She had thought about taking care of it herself, sending someone after him, but instead it had seemed like more fun to set it up so Wesley would take care of it for her.

"Come to think of it," She said, bringing a finger up to tip her chin, as if she was actually thinking of something. "I do remember hearing something about a client of mine dying. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?"

"Don't be coy, Lilah. It ill becomes you." He's amused, though, by the attempt. "Fural was a monster, even by your standards. He needed to be put down, regardless of how much money he was bringing the firm."

"Is this the part where I'm supposed to agree with you?" She asked, sounding rather bemused by the whole idea. "Where I agree on about how awful it was, the things he did to those women, how as a woman myself, I couldn't just sit there and allow something like that to happen?" Lilah wasn't a feminist. She didn't have causes except for her own survival.

"He was sloppy. A liability. So I do agree with you on the whole needing to be taken down thing." She grinned, much like a cat that had swallowed the canary. "Luckily for me, you've already taken care of that for me."

Wes hadn't expected her to agree, but he'd hoped she'd at least tip her hat to him figuratively. Only now it appeared that once again she'd outmaneuvered him. He let out a breath at the realisation and then smiled ruefully, turning away from her slightly.

"You allowed me to hear you take that call. You used me to clean up your mess, so that you had deniability with the Senior Partners." There was no questioning inflection, the conclusions he came to were in no need of confirmation. "Nicely played. How wonderfully calculating of you to trust me to get the job done. What if I hadn't?"

Lilah shrugged her shoulders in a sort of "oh well, you caught me, what can I do about it?" sort of way. Because she had expected him to hear her call, to look into it and take care of it for her. And considering how he got determined he got when it came to a good cause, she hadn't really considered the idea that he might not be able to accomplish it.

"If you hadn't done it, I would have figured something else out. I'm very resourceful."

He tilted his head to look her in the eye.

"You could have just asked."

She tilted her own head now, looking at him rather curiously.

"Would you have done it if I had just asked you?"

She couldn't imagine he would. They didn't go around doing favors for one another. They didn't help each other. It wasn't their style. It wasn't how they operated with one another.

Wes stared at her for a moment, warring within himself as to how to answer that question. Finally he dropped his gaze and drank deeply from the wine.

"I guess we'll never know."

He set the half-empty glass back down on the counter. His celebration hadn't gone quite as planned. Was there really any other reason to stay?

"Enjoy your evening, Lilah."

She felt something almost akin to disappointment as he got up to leave. He wasn't supposed to sulk. He was supposed to get angry, prove to her he could one up her in other ways. Not just leave.

Still, she kept her mask on as always as she made her way towards him, wrapping her arms around him so she was pressing against him from behind.

"C'mon, lover," She purred into his ears. "It wouldn't be nearly as much fun if we just asked each other for things."

He turned his head slightly towards her. Lilah's allure was often difficult to resist. He'd learned that the hard way.

"I'm not half as good as you are at subterfuge. You have me at a disadvantage. But, seeing as how I just did you a favour, unwitting or not--"

Swiveling around quickly, he grabbed at her wrists and pulled her tightly against him.

"Perhaps I still warrant some thanks."

She gasped with delight as he pulled her in close to him. Now that was the kind of reaction she had been hoping to get.

She smirked, lifting her head up so that her gaze met his. "I suppose you have earned yourself some gratitude. You did save me a lot of trouble, after all."

"You suppose?" He backed her up against the kitchen counter, then leaned in to ravish her neck with heated, hungry kisses. "I think you can do better than that." Leaning down, he bit at her silk-clad shoulder, then yanked roughly at the sash tie, pulling it free from around her waist.

She smirked, tilting her head back as he began to assault her neck with heated kisses, offering him better access. Another loud gasp escaped her lips as he yanked her robe open. She shifted a little before leaning in to whisper in his ear. "Well what did you have in mind?" she asked before playfully biting down on his earlobe.

"What did you think I had in mind?" He quipped back, his breaths shortening in response to her own actions. The subtle sting of her teeth tugging on his earlobe just made him want her even more. He unceremoniously pushed the robe from her shoulders, exposing her naked body to him. He eyed her frankly, taking in how utterly arousing the sight of her was.

"I think it's my turn. Don't you?"

"You have done a lot to earn it today," She quipped back, watching as his eyes looked over her. Her hands fell down to his pants, beginning to undo them as she pushed herself away from the sink and sunk down on her knees in front of him. The floor of the kitchen was cold and hard, but it didn't bother her too much for now. They could always relocate later if needed.

Pleased that Lilah was going to play along with his demands, Wes began to unbutton his shirt. It seemed only fair that he level the playing field a bit more since she was nude. That, and he rather liked it when she ran her hands over him, letting her nails drag and catch across bare skin.

What Lilah will see, is the fact that there are bruises forming on his flesh. Minor cuts and abrasions. One particularly nasty scrape across a shoulder. If she'd ever doubted that he'd helped take care of the Fural problem personally, she now has her confirmation.

She sat back for a moment as he finished undressing himself, her eyes raking over the cuts and bruises on his skin. She brought a hand up to brush against one of the ones on his stomach.

"You really took a beating for me today, didn't you?"

She formed her words like that on purpose, reminding him that even though she was submitting to his wishes right now, she had still maneuvered things into her favor. Any power he had over her was power she gave to him.

Her hand slid down to brush itself against his erection. Her tongue darted out, licking her lips as she prolonged her actions a little, teasing him before finally leaning in to take him into her mouth.

His muscles tensed slightly at her touch.

"I didn't do it for you, Lilah." He felt compelled to point out. Although, if she'd asked him to? It was possible he would have. But that was also a part of their ongoing game with each other. Denying any kind of emotional attachment. After all, to admit to it would be both foolish and dangerous.

He repressed the shudder of pleasure which ran through his body when her hand caressed his cock. Tried not to show how it affected him. His breath caught in his throat, however, when she finally leaned forward and took him between her parted lips. God, yes. He reached back to steady himself against the kitchen counter.

Normally, she'd quip back with something clever and biting, but as it was, her mouth was rather full at the moment. Some women didn't like doing this, found it degrading, but not Lilah. She liked having this much control, knowing that she was dictating exactly what he felt right now. It was empowering.

She let one of her hands rest on his thigh, her nails digging into his skin a little as her mouth moved around his cock. She let it slip almost completely out before thrusting it back in, her eyes looking up and watching him and his reactions all the while.

Wes often held back on his own reactions, doggedly stifling the gasps and moans which sometimes threatened to spill from his lips. But Lilah had been with him long enough now to still be able read him, regardless of how hard he tried to hide just how much power she had over him.

Still, he kept up the game, his gaze dark and smoldering as he looked down at her. She was in a submissive position, but they both knew the truth. A teasing swirl or flick of her tongue was all that was needed to make him utterly weak at the knees. The sensation of her nails scratching down his thigh made him tense even more. His grip on the counter tightened in proportion to how much more ragged his breaths were now becoming.

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It was more fun, in some ways, when he pretended like she wasn't effecting him. Because it made it that much more satisfying when she got a full on reaction out of him. Besides, by now, she knew all of his different little tells. The way he stood more rigidly, the way her his breath became more ragged.

She continued to graze her tongue over his length, hollowing her mouth as she continued to move her mouth up and down him. He usually stopped her after a while, wanting to fuck her, but today she was in the mood to watch him completely come undone.

As in all things, Lilah was very accomplished in whatever task she set herself. Knew just the right actions to take to push him that much closer to the edge. It wasn't long before he was gasping slightly, making sounds which bordered on a moan. His hips shifted subtly, but he battled the urge to thrust into her mouth. She was the one who was dictating how deep he went and he wasn't going to force that. It was amazing to watch, to see her going down on him, and feel that heady combination of friction and suction which never failed to get his heart pounding and eyes rolling into the back of his head. Lilah had a very talented tongue, and she bloody well knew it.

This was the best part, watching him struggle with his self control. To watch as he battled not to take control of the situation. Because even though she was in the so called submissive position you would have to be dumb to think Lilah wasn't in control here. She dictated how much he felt, what he felt, and they both knew it. It was the same reason he was fond of going down on her. They both liked the power these positions held.

The knees were beginning to ache from kneeling down on the hard tiled floor of her kitchen, but she tried to ignore it as she continued her ministrations, watching as he slowly lost more and more control.

Soon it got to a point where he couldn't hide it any longer, how close to the brink he was. His panting breaths grew harsher and more vocalised until he was moaning in earnest. He let go of the counter with one hand and caressed the top of her head, his fingers finally gripping her hair and guiding her movements. But still not forcing. Never that. There was only so long that he could maintain this level of arousal before tipping over. So he tried to let her know it was time to switch it up again. She could get off of her knees and have a rest while he returned the favour.

"All right, that's enough." He murmured between breathless gasps.

A devilish smirk spread across her lips as she pulled away for a moment, as if she actually planned on stopping. Which she didn't.

"But I'm not done yet," She quipped, looking up at him. She could see he was close now, just barely holding onto his last strands of control. It wouldn't take much more to push him over the edge.

And with that in mind she leaned in, taking him into her mouth again.

Wes had expected her to stop, after all, that kitchen floor had to be rather unforgiving. But she hadn't, and he'd given a louder gasp of surprise when she'd gone back to fucking him with her mouth. Oh god, he wouldn't be able to hold back now. He struggled for breath, his fingers fisting in her hair. There was nowhere to go, he was already backed against the kitchen counter. Lilah's determined assault overwhelmed him and he felt himself starting to unravel, to lose control. He screwed his eyes shut, his head tilting backwards and his lips parting in a series of moans which grew into a harsh full throated cry as he came in her mouth, with enough force that his legs almost buckled out from under him.

Lilah loved to do what people didn't expect from her, and this was no exception. Her knees were sore from the unforgiving floor, but she was rewarded for it as she watched him unravel for her. She kept her mouth on him the whole time, swallowing his load. When he was done, she finally pulled away, licking her lips in a wanton fashion as she finally stood up to her feet yet again.

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