Sand Piper (1/1)

Author- Midnight Faith

Spoilers- none

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

Pairing- Lilah/Lindsey

Rating- NC-17

Summary- They all have secret places…

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

Notes- To Jess, for providing the lyrics that were the inspiration. I love you, hon :)

She would always park up and wait for him in her car. He was always late, dammit, and she, always on time. She didn't actually see why they had to drive all the way out to the beach, two freaking hours out of LA, just for a quick fuck. Many a time she'd suggested getting a drink before having a nice, slow, steamy session back at her apartment. He'd always declined, saying he liked the beach. It was deserted. Private. She's always pointed out her apartment was too, but still he said 'no.' It got to the point where she had even suspected a sand fetish. Yes, a sand fetish for crying out loud. She got a child's sandpit delivered, in the shape of a blue shell. She slipped him a note in the meeting to tell him about it, but he'd only laughed and there'd been no sex for two weeks after that.

Sighing, she checked her watch. Eight thirty. Dammit he was half an hour late. Used to being kept waiting by now, she leaned forward and retrieved an almost empty bottle of scotch from her glove compartment. She felt like she'd spent at least half the year waiting in this car for Lindsey drinking scotch. At least she was pleasantly tipsy by the time he appeared, then she didn't even have to try with the conversation. She had the first few times, but now she'd be lucky if she got her name when he came. That was just the way it worked. Sex. No strings.

She saw headlights in the distance long before he arrived. She'd honed her senses now, looking for the tiniest sparkle of light. She screwed the top back on the bottle, and threw it into her back seat before a final check of her lipgloss in the mirror. She heard his engine cut and he got out of the car, locking it after him. Recovering her purse from beside her on the front seat, she stepped out of her car, fastening the door behind her.

She looked at him a moment, his face holding it's usual apathy but his eyes… when they met like this his eyes were always more… genuine somehow. They didn't talk, even at this point. Not as a rule. She followed him, down the steps, across the beach and over to the dunes, not bothering to remove her shoes. She had in the beginning, but not now. Maybe she'd become apathetic, sloppy but he'd barely notice and besides, he seemed to have a thing for high heels nevertheless.

He stopped, deep within the dunes, in 'their' spot. A place chosen, long ago with the most shelter, the less risk at being disturbed or discovered. After all, that was what they were out here for in the first place. Privacy. The ritual was always the same. He reached out and caressed her cheek softly, his hand snaking to the back of her neck, pulling her forward so she felt his lips on hers. She allowed her eyes to close as they kissed softly, his arms wrapping around her. She wrapped his arms around his neck, shoulders familiar beneath her hands, snaking her tongue into his warm, welcoming mouth.

He pulled them both down to their knees, suddenly, his behaviour, his kisses becoming more pressing. She kissed him back with an equal and opposite passion, never the submissive. She lay back in the sand, as he moved over her, while still kissing her hungrily removing her shirt. She pushed his jacket from his shoulders, kissing him all the while, undoing his tie with shaking hands, before unbuttoning his shirt. He pulled her own blouse aside cupping her breasts through her lilac, lacy bra, smiling. She knew why, and that was the reason she'd chosen that particular set of underwear today. That was his favourite. He'd never told her so, she just knew.

He crawled between her legs, undoing his belt as he went. She rolled him over until he was on his back, his expression faux surprise. Even the first time she'd been on top, he never expected anything less. She straddled him, grinning down as he smiled up at her sexily. He ran his hands up her thighs, pushing up her skirt as he went. She felt his hardness grow beneath her and she ground against him for a few moments, eliciting several feral moans of desire. Reaching into his pants, she released him, taking her time to admire his length.

Reaching behind her, she fumbled for her purse, reached inside for a condom and ripped open the packet, expertly slipping it down onto him.

She guided him inside her, easing herself slowly down, adjusting to the familiar feel of him inside her. He reached up and steadied her; his hands on her hips helping her find the right rhythm. Seeing her above him like that was almost enough to send him over the edge, but he closed his eyes and kept going, having been thinking about this since the last time. She was even beginning to haunt his dreams, this image of her.

She could feel her climax building, her body starting to tingle and burn. His hands were all over her, teasing her, finally pulling her bra down to expose her breasts. The sensation was enough for both of them to let go and she clung to him shuddering as he lifted his hips and spilled his pleasure inside her. A smile crept over her face as she slid off him, resting her head beside his. When his breathing slowed he leaned in to kiss her slowly as she caressed his hair and face.

Still smiling, she dressed again, all the while watching him. She turned to leave and almost jumped out of her skin when he spoke.

"Hey, Lilah."

"Yes."

"Look at this sandpiper." Lindsey sat and pointed to the bird, on a nearby dune.

"Hey, the bird's a voyeur." She turned to leave again.

"Lilah?" again she turned back, watching him shrug on his pants. "Come here, sit down." Stunned she did so, and almost fainted when he put his arm around her and kissed her cheek.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked, slightly panicked.

"Because something has to change." He brushed her hair away from her face tenderly.

She sighed and rested her head against his shoulder. He was wrong. Something already had changed.