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It's always about Wesley. Angel S4 ficlet, Angel/Lilah, NC-17.
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Angel doesn't really see Lilah when he looks at her. She is a breath of malice, lipstick and briefcase and guillotine smiles, and he doesn't see any of it. He doesn't remember which one of them said the fuck you first. The concrete beneath them is warmer than his skin, colder than hers, and in any case he's on top, rolling up the hem of her skirt with a tailor's precision. But the cloth with its silk lining is trapped beneath her ass. She lifts her hips obligingly. No underwear. Who would have guessed.
"Slut," he says, not unappreciative.
"Just the latest in a long line," she says. Her finger(nail)s trace his back, the seams of his shirt and the barest suggestion of vertebrae. "Did you expect me to be his one-and--"
Her arousal is a lazy thing, predatory, half-sated to begin with. He traces zigzags along her thigh, then plunges two fingers--three is not a good number, tonight--into her cunt. Salt and water, he thinks, the raw hungry smell of her. Immediate things against the backdrop of smog and rusted pipes and prey.
His fingers' explorations of the slick folds are skilled, but little more. Women are all different; women are all the same. Lilah does moan, once. He suspects it's the sheer novelty. Has she ever fucked a vampire before? Or does the soul add something to the experience?
He'd ask, but he's busy. It's so easy to enter her, sliding in deeper than is strictly necessary. Does Wesley thrust himself into her already erect, or is that something she has to tease out of him, rubbing her groin against his? Angel's own hard-on is unambiguous. And his fingers become less perfunctory, thrusting, urgent, imagining how it might have happened.
If he flayed her and peeled her away layer by layer, he thinks, he would find only blood, especially blood, and nothing of Wesley. He would drink, but there's nothing left for him.
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