Lilah smoothed the stocking up her leg and glanced behind her to make sure the seam was straight, then repeated the action on her other leg. Straightening up, she looked at her reflection in her full-length mirror and frowned in disconcertion.
"I'm never going to get used to this," she said as she turned to face the man in her bed.
Laying on his side, head propped on his hand, sheet barely covering his hips, Spike smirked at her and ran his eyes over her nearly nude, curvy body. She wore only the stockings and a choker around her neck that covered the scar. "Think I'm making fun of you behind your back?"
"More likely jerking off at the sight of my ass," she replied caustically.
"It's a lovely ass."
Rolling her eyes, Lilah slipped her feet into four inch Ferragamos and put her hands on her hips. "You should get dressed and out of here."
"Afraid of what Percy will say if he finds me in your bed?"
Lilah frowned and tossed his jeans at him, snapping, "Wesley and I are both free agents."
Catching the jeans, Spike rose to his feet and slipped them on. "Yeah, those pining looks you give each other really speak to that."
"Are you trying to piss me off?"
Jeans unsnapped, Spike caught her around the waist and pulled her to him. At the same height, it was easy and smooth to kiss her into silence. Lilah gave up with a small gasp and returned the kiss. Neither of them needing to breathe, they could kiss forever.
Still, Lilah broke the press of lips and stepped back from him. "Wesley's coming over for a breakfast meeting. Do you want him to find you here?"
And let him think Spike was over Buffy which would be immediately transmitted to Angel who'd spend weeks crowing? Over his undead body. Spike scowled and grabbed up the rest of his clothes. "I was just joking about him finding us together. Why is he coming here? Why not meet at the office? You're still doing him, aren't you."
"Wesley and I have no future. He's too good, no matter how hard I tried to corrupt him. He requested a meeting outside the office. I don't know why." She smirked at his scowl. "Don't be jealous, lover. You have my body. The heart is a silly thing."
Her smirk widened. "Flatterer."
Spike grabbed her again and held her against him as he slid one hand between her legs and fondled her slippery flesh. "Think of me while you're being bored over some obscure demonic dialect or magical whatnot."
Her nostrils flared and she licked her lips as her desire rose again. "Come back tonight."
It wasn't a question, but Spike enjoyed their non-relationship fucking as much as she did, so she wasn't surprised by his nod of agreement.
As they both dressed, Lilah smiled at the heat in her dead body. She couldn't have Wesley, something she'd always regret, but Spike gave her something she needed while they both were stuck at Wolfram & Hart. She suspected she did the same for him.
Two dead things giving each other momentary satisfaction and a release from the tedium of eternity. She could live with that.
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