Irony personified (1/1)

Author- Midnight Faith

Spoilers- none

Distribution- FF.net, AOH and Neurotica. Anyone else ask :)

Pairing- Lilah/Lindsey

Rating- NC-17

Summary- Lilah and Lindsey take their relationship to the next step

Disclaimer- I am the kid, but it's Joss' candy store

Notes- To my LILAC-ers. I wouldn't have got through this year without you. Thank you :) Special hugs to Rachel and Beth who beta-ed this for me.

The ironic thing was they'd been together three months and still hadn't had sex.

Every week, a group of ten of the younger Wolfram and Hart lawyers would go out for a drink after work- Lilah and Lindsey included. This week had been the first time they'd attended 'as a couple' and admitted they were dating to their friends. They'd been very accepting. Lee has leaned over and said in Lindsey's ear, 'I bet she's dynamite in the sack.' Lindsey had simply smiled and looked over at her, wanting to make love, because he was in love. He hadn't told her yet even though it was four days after he had first realised, early on Easter Sunday when she was lying in his arms.

They were spending most nights together now, and as of yet, even though they were sleeping in each other's beds, the physical side hadn't really been an issue. Early on they decided it was best not to rush it, having both done that in previous relationships and the whole thing had just turned out meaningless. And besides, they realised they'd know when they were ready. And that time was pretty much now. Lately they'd been much more ambitious in their touching of each other (always through or under clothes.) Lilah had almost gotten Lindsey halfway there before they realised how far they were going and had stopped.

Lindsey sighed, leaned down and kissed Lilah's hair. Today he was definitely going to tell her he loved her.

In his arms, she squeaked. He smiled at the sound and snuggled down to her level.

"Morning," he whispered in her ear, answered by another squeak. "I'm gonna make breakfast." He kissed her again and left.

Lilah opened her eyes slowly and smiled. This was it. This was her chosen day for telling Lindsey she loved him and then finally, hopefully that would lead to sex. She was ready now; they'd been together eleven solid weeks. Now was definitely the time to take the next step. All her concerns and fears had dissipated but it was more than that. She knew she could talk to Lindsey about everything and anything. She'd fallen in love with him, not his dick and that was half the novelty.

He returned, still smiling with a cup of coffee, a solid chocolate rabbit and 'the Times.'

"Hey."

"You bought me chocolate!" she cheeped, leaning forward to hug him when he sat on the edge of the bed. "Lindsey?"

"Yes?"

"Do you want to go the church today?"

"What?"

She pulled back and explained, "When I was young I really loved church at Easter… and I thought it might be nice. You don't have to. I can go and we can meet up later…"

"No, I'll come with you. If you want to, I want to." He kissed her forehead. "Have you got something to wear? Here?"

"I bought a new Armani dress a few weeks back. It's in the closet, I haven't worn it yet."

"You were planning this!" he realised. "Devious minx!"

"You love it."

"I do." he told her sincerely.

She slipped out of bed, tingling. Lindsey had admitted to loving at least part of her personality, which seriously diminished the chances of rejection when she told him how she felt.

He looked away graciously while she changed into her dress and pearls. Jacqui O style sunglasses completed the look. Silently she helped him select a shirt and did up his tie for him.

"Lindsey?"

"Yes."

"Can we stop by the drugstore on the way? I ran out of- hair ties. I snapped my last one yesterday."

"Absolutely. Come on Morgan," he squeezed her waist, "Let's go re-live your childhood."

*****

Lilah slid back into the car clutching her brown paper grocery bag.

"Did you get your hair ties?" Lindsey asked.

"Actually, I didn't go in for hair ties."

"Can I ask? You don't have to tell me."

"I went in for condoms." she coloured slightly. Lindsey nodded awkwardly and she continued nervous, "We've come so far and… I feel that I want to show you how I feel. But if you're not sure then there're here when you are. It says on the box they're good for four years."

"Four years? I don't want to wait another four hours," he confessed, taking her hand. "I really want to. And not just on a physical level, to connect emotionally as well."

"Same," she said softly.

"Come here." He lifted her over and onto his lap. "I really like you. *Really* like you. More than that. And so today, later…"

Her body scattered with goose bumps at the thought. "I'm going to say it back," she reassured, kissing him softly. "I've set the oven back at my place."

"You're cooking?" he teased to lighten the mood.

"Ham. And then mandarin roulade."

"Nice."

"We can take as long as we need for this. I'm really nervous." she admitted.

"I understand why you are but there's no need to be. I'm not going to judge you and we can stop any time, you only need to say the word. I'd never do anything to hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable."

"Same here. Now are we going to church before I let you corrupt me?" she grinned and kissed his neck before sliding back over into the passenger seat.

*****

Lilah pushed open the door to her apartment and turned back to Lindsey, grinning.

"I have a surprise for you in the den." she announced, taking his hand and leading him into the room. He saw an Easter basket filled with marshmallows, chocolates and other candy on the coffee table. She picked it up and handed it to him. "Happy Easter."

He smiled and reached into the paper bag he was carrying, pulling out an Easter basket for her also. "Happy Easter to you too."

"Where have you been hiding this?" she asked surprised, wrapping her arms around him tenderly.

"My car." He kissed her, his body tingling. Today not only was he going to tell her he loved her, (with virtual guarantee of reciprocation,) but they were going to have sex and it was going to be perfect.

"I'm gonna go and cook vegetables." Lilah said, breaking the kiss. "Watch some TV."

"No it's OK, I'll help." he smiled, squeezing her hand as she led him to the kitchen. "It's so tempting just to eat chocolate."

"Tell me about it. I'm gonna be too nervous to eat anyway." she said, leaning against the counter.

He stood behind her, resting his hands on her hips. "Why?" he whispered softly in her ear.

"Am I going to be good enough? And after this is it just gonna be about sex?"

"Of course not, it'll be just like it is now, except sometimes we going to show each other how we feel physically. Any doubts?"

"No. Just anticipation now."

"Well, if you're not hungry why don't I take the ham out and we can eat it cold later. You have a bottle of champagne, right?"

"Cooling."

"Well, why don't you slip into the bath and I'll join you in a second. No pressure, I just wanna make the bedroom perfect, OK?"

"OK. And Lindsey? It's already perfect."

*****

Lilah was relaxing under mountains of bubbles when Lindsey entered the bathroom carrying robes for both of them, towels, a bottle of champagne and two glasses. He uncorked the champagne and poured the frothy liquid into the flutes, handed her one and set his own glass on the edge of the tub.

Lilah leaned back against the tiles and watched Lindsey undress. She smiled her approval and handed him his glass as he tensely joined her in the water. She frowned, unsettled by her nerves and anticipation of things to come.

Setting down both their flutes he took her hands in his. "How could I not love you, Lilah? You're smart. And funny. And you laugh at all the same things I do. We like the same food; we like the same movies. Our favourite restaurant was the same before we even started dating. How can this not be fate? I love you." He leaned forward and kissed her softly.

"And I love you. You make me feel so alive. Because of you I feel human again. You've given me so much."

They kissed again, Lindsey gently cupping her breasts and smiling. "Look how perfect you are." His fingers snaked lower, pushing inside her soft folds. She gasped and arched up against him. "You're so, so gorgeous." He carefully, expertly slid his fingers in and out, kissing her neck all the while until she came. Exhaling, she drew back and admitted, "I've never come from just touch before. Normally I need something really solid." She arched an eyebrow suggestively. "My previous boyfriend was into anything but the missionary position."

"Boyfriend? Singular?" His tone was somewhat stunned.

"I've only ever been with one guy. We were together for ten years. We split up a year ago."

"Were you married?"

"God, no! He was just… convenient. And familiar. But in the end he met someone else and I preferred my vibrator. Come on, McDonald. You seem shocked I'm the monogamous type. What's your magic number?"

"Two serious relationships. One lasted for four years, the other five."

"Did you marry either of them? Were you engaged? Living together?"

"No. I did really love them both, but there just wasn't that special something."

"So your number is two?"

"Seven. Five one night stands."

"And this?" she asked, tentatively wrapping her hand around him. "Us?"

"In my opinion, more serious than the past two relationships put together. You?"

"God, yeah. You by a mile. I actually like your dick."

"And I like you in that context too." He smiled wryly.

"Is it maybe time to get more comfortable?" she asked, her breathing speeding, skin flushing.

"Sure."

They climbed out of the bath, reaching for a towel each. Lilah was surprised, as she began to dry Lindsey off, how natural it was to be naked in front of him. It wasn't awkward or nervous, just habitual. Lilah kissed him everywhere, face, chest, and torso. She reached his stomach, now on her knees and looked up at him.

"You don't have to." he told her, caressing her hair.

Grinning wickedly, she kissed the tip and took him in her mouth. With her previous boyfriend she'd abhorred giving head but she'd been sixteen and complied. But with Lindsey it was different. He definitely felt good in her mouth.

Seeing her lips around him like that, Lindsey felt the strong urge to let go. Panicking with the thought of her thinking he was selfish he reluctantly pulled back and drew her to her feet.

"My turn," he said, backing her into a chair. He knelt in front of her and gently pushed her thighs apart. He felt her muscles tense beneath his hands.

"Lindsey-"

"It's OK." He smoothly nudged her legs apart further and leaned forward.

"Lindsey, I really don't like it."

"Let me change your mind." He rested his hand on her thigh. "If you don't like it then I'll stop."

Lilah sighed and nodded, sliding forward in the seat, feeling incredibly self-conscious. Hopefully Lindsey liked what he saw.

Snaking his tongue forward, Lindsey licked around her, enjoying her moans of delight. He could tell Lilah was nervous but she had no need to be. This was definitely something he liked.

After about a minute he looked up. She was grinning.

"Should I carry on?" he asked.

"No. It was nice and you did change my mind but getting an orgasm that way is gonna take forever. Let's move on."

He stood and took her hand, leading her into the bedroom. She melted when she saw he'd lit candles and brought in another bottle of champagne.

"Lindsey, it's gorgeous!" she said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I just wanted this to be special."

"And it is." She crawled back under the freshly laundered sheets. Lindsey followed, crawling between her legs and cupped her face.

"How do you want to do this?" he whispered.

"I don't know. How do you?"

"I'll sit up and you on top?"

"A man after my own heart." she said sincerely, looking into his eyes. Kissing her, he lifted her above him. Stealthily, she reached for a condom he'd placed on the nightstand and opened the packet with her teeth. He smiled his approval as she used her mouth and tongue to slip the condom down onto him. She took her time to kiss and lick her way back up to his lips, driving him crazy with desire before she clasped his hands with hers and kissing him constantly she lowered herself down, gasping and tensing.

Lindsey pulled her body to closer to his and kissed her neck. "Are you OK?" he asked tenderly.

"I'm fine. It's just been a while." She kissed him again and began to rock back and forth.

Lindsey placed his hands on her hips, moving her in a circular direction to the position that would bring her the most pleasure. She moaned into his mouth, cupping his face, massaging his mouth with her tongue.

She felt her climax building and leaned back. Lindsey wrapped his arms around her waist as she came, moaning, before collapsing against his chest.

He flipped her over, feeling himself tense, thrusting inside her twice more before spilling his pleasure and holding her close.

They lay still in the afterglow for a long time, their hands gently running over each other's skin, smiling softly. Reluctantly he pulled out of her and lay by her side, tracing a finger over her shoulder. She turned her head and smiled at him shyly. He brushed her hair back. "There are no words, are there?"

"I don't think so."

She crawled into his arms, wrapping herself around him tightly. They both drifted off into a light, peaceful sleep.

*****

Lindsey awoke two hours later absolutely starving. He looked down at Lilah sleeping soundly in his arms. It was the first time he'd seen her smile when she slept and the first time he'd felt this close to her. He might even say he loved her more for sharing her body with him.

Inwardly cursing his grumbling stomach he gently disentangled himself from Lilah, tucking the blanket back over her so she was warm and felt safe. For a few moments he fawned over her, smoothing down her hair, before he shrugged on his boxers and left.

He busied himself in the kitchen making a ham sandwich; so much that he didn't hear Lilah approach, standing in the doorway and watching him for a moment.

"I thought you'd gone," she admitted.

He jumped visibly and turned to her. "Lilah!"

"I woke up and you weren't there. I thought you'd left."

"Why?" He put down the blunt-edged knife and shuffled closer.

"I thought you'd left because it wasn't good."

"What? Lilah, it was amazing." He took her in his arms. "The only reason I didn't say much afterwards was because I was too moved to." He held her tighter, burying his face in her hair. "I'm sorry. I'll wake you next time. You just looked so peaceful and I was hungry."

"Me too. I'm starving. And next time?"

"If you want to do it again."

"What kind of question is that? Of course I want to." She drew back laughing nervously. "How scary is this? You're making me a sandwich."

"Well, if you're happier making your own sandwich…" he teased. "In some societies it might pass for normal couple behaviour."

"I guess with us sleeping together we're a couple."

"I like that word." he told her, resting his hands on her hips. "Being with you."

"How long before I get a decent night's sleep again?"

He grinned wolfishly. "Oh, at least twenty years."