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Mine In This Moment	By : missmishka Category: Angel the Series > Het - Male/Female Views: 1337 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Angel: The Series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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DISCLAIMER: Lilah, Wes and the whole Angel gang belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy and a whole host of other very rich people and/or corporations. This fic is not intended to infringe upon any copyrights thus bringing the wrath of said owners down upon me. I�m just borrowing these two for a more in depth look at their relationship.
Author: MissMishka

Email: missmishka@aol.com feedback is welcomed and greatly appreciated.
Rating: Strong R/NC-17 for sexual situations

Spoilers: Season 4 episode 7, Apocalypse Nowish aka Rain of Fire
Summary: Lilah�s POV of her little role play scene with Wes, kind of angsty and written in the first person.
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Mine In This Moment

The things I do for this man, I think with a shake of my head as I tie the tiny white ribbon I�m holding into a bow on the end of my second pigtail braids. That done I pick up the pair of dark red framed glasses sitting on the counter next to the sink in his bathroom and slip them on to complete my outfit.

He doesn�t deserve a bit of it, I know as I admire my reflection in the mirror. The slim black skirt I�m wearing flows nicely over my hips to cover me to mid-thigh and the cardigan�s a nice touch, but the prim and proper white cotton blouse under it just isn�t doing anything for me. Like a good little schoolgirl I�ve got the thing buttoned chastely all the way up to the top and believe that�s my problem.

I was never a good little schoolgirl. Grinning at that thought I flick the top button open and tilt my head to the side consideringly then refasten it as I try to decide which way is more � her.
The mere suggestion that I�m trying to be that little priss brings a glaring frown as I shake off all inner debates and unfasten the button again before turning in my black patent leather Mary Janes and going to await his arrival home. I hear his key in the locks just as I settle myself on the edge of his kitchen table where I�ll be seen the moment he walks in and with a smile I cross my dangling legs demurely then begin swinging them back and forth in a shy schoolgirl manner. As I watch him rather tiredly enter the apartment I wonder yet again why he doesn�t delegate more of the tiring fieldwork to his employees like any self-respecting boss does with their authority. I�m tempted to tell him how all his hard work and good intentions will lead to wrinkles as well as prematurely gray if not thinning hair, but if I do that he�ll think I care or something and we both know that I don�t.

Not really.

So instead I slip into the little role I�ve chosen and, when he looks in my direction, ask sweetly, "Hard day at the office?"
"I�ve had worse," he answers in that refined British way he has as he walks a few cautious steps in my direction.
"What happened?"
"Bugs," he replies with his blue eyes running curiously over me.
"Giant?" I ask as some of my staff had had to deal with such nuisances today.
"Swarm," he says distractedly while coming to a stop a few feet away. "Why are you dressed like that?"
"Isn�t this what you like?" I ask with a southern twang entering my tone as I fidget coyly with a braid. "Big brain and a tight little - "
"Lilah," he interrupts in a way that says he�s in no mood to play, but I know I can change that pretty quickly.
"Oh, forget about that evil witch," I continue with my sweet Southern belle routine. "Let�s talk about me. I�m good and I�m pure and science turns me on and one day," I get to my favorite part of this little skit, raise my hands as if in prayer and begin mocking his Fred with relish, "if I pray hard enough and eat all my vegetables, I just might have hips."
"Are you finished?" he asks with a reluctant smile at my words.
"Did it turn you on?" I ask as I slide off the table and walk his way. "Watching her up there in front of all those brainiacs," I cross my arms over my chest and try for a condescending rather than jealous air, "knowing she was the smartest one in the room?"
"Her theories deserve attention," he responds quickly.
"Just," I tip my head forward and give him a skeptical glance over the edge of my glasses, "her theories? I saw the way you looked at her," I tell him as I move in closer. "Oh, come on," I scoff while moving my hands to fiddle with the collar of his shirt. "Do you think I care about your little crush?" I begin unbuttoning the garment as I stare knowingly into his expressionless face. "Moon all you want over the Texas twig," I tell him carelessly with my right hand moving up to stroke over his stubbled jaw and dark hair, "�cause I know whose bed you�ll be crawling into at the end of the day." I slide my arms around his neck and press against his lean body with a confident grin on my face. "Or in the middle of it."
My lips touch softly on his, finding the firm lines dry to the touch. I draw back, lick my lips then place them on his again at a different angle. Then again and again until his mouth opens and he starts kissing me back. With a moan I prepare to move things along, sliding my fingers in the hair at the back of his head and increasing the intensity of my kisses but as always he has other ideas.
"You think you know me?" he asks coolly while pushing me back and holding me at arms length.
As I run my hands over his still covered chest and shoulders I want to reply with a confident yes. I want to tell and show him just how well I do know my Mr. Wesley Wyndham Pryce, but I don�t.
I know his dark side like I know my own, but unlike me he�s got a conscience and morals that always come into play at the worst possible times to muck everything up and make it nearly impossible to know him as well as I want to. To know all his little secrets and what makes him tick and be able to anticipate his actions and reactions. He refuses to be pinned down, though, so I don�t know him beyond his notorious British reserve, his constant inner conflicts about every little thing he does and the possible repercussions his actions could have on the fate of the world and, of course, his desire for me.
"Better than she ever will," I settle for as an answer and we both know the words to be true.
Winifred Burkle will never take a moment to look beyond Wesley�s intelligence. The dumb stick will never see the man I do. Will never appreciate his strengths and weaknesses. Passion and frigidness. The good along with the bad and his struggles to maintain a balance between the two.

Her loss, my gain, I think as he suddenly attacks my mouth like he�s starved for the taste of it.
Instantly I respond to his hunger, hands pulling at his head and shoulders to keep him near as we shuffle toward the couch. His hands move to my thighs to yank up my skirt before he sits down and pulls me astride his lap. Moaning in anticipation I reach down to open his pants and free his cock, stroking the hard shaft for a moment and enjoying the way it jerks at my touch. I shove his length inside myself, not bothering with a condom as had become our habit of late since we discovered the added pleasure of sex without such physical barriers, though the mental and emotional walls remain intact for us both. He tears my blouse open to uncover my red satin bra and the bulk of my thoughts scatter like the buttons.

That�s what I keep coming back for, I think fondly with a shudder of delight at his rather uncharacteristic actions. These moments when I make him lose that infamous cool, when I loosen that stiff upper lip, and make him tear at my clothes or fuck me so hard it hurts.

"Leave them on," he orders sharply when I remove the useless glasses I�d worn with the outfit and prepare to toss the things aside.

"I wasn�t thinking about you when you were here," I flash back to his unforgettable words at the end of what should have been our one night stand months ago. Staring down into his eyes I know in this moment that my little plan for how this game was to go has failed. Rather than making him see the pointlessness of his wanting that science geek over me I seem to be playing right into his fantasies of the bitch. With the braids and glasses I�ve made it so easy for him to pretend I�m the damned little Texan he thinks he wants so much.
I want to throw the spectacles to the floor and crush them to pieces beneath my shoes then climb back on his lap and show him some more of the many reasons he keeps coming back to me, but I can tell from the steely glint in his eyes that he�ll call a halt to things if I don�t play his way. So instead of rebelling I swallow my pride, kick myself for ever thinking this was a good idea and put the damned things back in place.
Happy with my submission he latches onto my hips with fingers sure to leave bruises even through the fabric of my crumpled skirt and starts thrusting hard up into me. My usual enjoyment at his grunts and groans is gone as I brace my hands on the back of the couch and ride him without any pleasure from the movements of his body in and under mine. I watch bitterly as his eyes fall shut and know that behind those closed eyelids he imagines another woman taking his length into her wetness.
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