__Do They Know It's Christmas Time?__
By FerretGirl



If there was one thing, besides the obvious, that angered Wesley when he was cast out of Angel Investigations, it was the fact that he had to leave all his books behind. There weren't many places he could to to look up certain things now that he started his own agency. And most of his books had been at the office.

Luckily there was always the public library. If one knew where to look, there were hidden treasures among the more normal books. Not to mention that he always sneaked a peek at the new Harry Potter books. Which he would never admit of course, he wasn't reading any children's books.

Once the Pryce Agency started rolling however, he would rebuild his own library. He was lacking the funds for that right now. So the public library it was, even though the place was much too crowded for his likes. Wesley hated crowded places. Truly, honestly detested them. But he needed some information on a spell he was to perform.

He was currently leafing through a book in the 'supernatural' section hoping to find at least a clue to this spell. When a figure in the corner of his eyes caught his attention. A familiar figure. He looked up from his book and narrowed his eyes. Lilah. Was she following him around again?

Quickly stepping to the left and around the bookcase he peeked through the shelves and smirked when he saw her startled expression when she suddenly found him missing. So she was following him again. The bitch. What was she up to now? Always playing games they were. And both of them enjoyed it too. This time he would win though.

Closing the book he placed it back onto the shelf at a random place. The old Wesley would have been horrified by these actions. Right now though, he was more interested in outsmarting Lilah. And what a fun game that was. Of course he did make certain to treat the book with the respect it demanded.

Rounding the shelf he came up behind Lilah, looking her over. She was not in her usual office outfit but still dressed to the nines. Wesley had no doubt she would even be dressed to kill while she slept. Unless, of course, when she was naked and draped over him. He loved seeing her that way. Dropping the mask just a little bit, knowing he was the one that made her do it.

Quietly he walked over to the woman and glanced over her shoulder at the book she was pretending to read. "One hundred and one ways to sever a Kraztils demons' head," he read out loud, breath tickling her ear. "Problems at work, Lilah?" He moved his body against hers, pushing her against the end of the book shelve.

Lilah stiffened for a moment, only a second really, before she regained her composure. She had been following him, having nothing better to do. Well, that was a lie, but ever since she had seen him go to Fred's little lecture, she had been wary. Wanting to know what he was doing. Playing the game. Not that she would ever admit as such. She knew that somehow he was keeping an eye on her as well. Cursing herself inwardly for being caught, she plastered a sly smile on her face and was about to turn around to look at him.

"Don't move," he ordered, the tone in his voice making clear it wasn't a question. He could feel her shiver and actually fight to obey his order. "Were you following me?" He wanted to know, leaning in to nuzzle the soft skin of her neck. His tongue darted out as he moved his head up, licking along her earlobe. He brushed her long hair over her shoulder and nibbled on smooth flesh of her ear for a moment.

Lilah swallowed and narrowed her eyes. "This is a public library, Wes. Everyone can come in here." Barely noticeable, she shifted her body to brush her arse over the front of his trousers. The sly smile was back on her face when she heard him suck in his breath.

Biting down on a groan, Wesley leaned a bit more over her, pretending to read the book in her hand. "And they didn't have this information at Wolfram and Hart?" He brushed his hand over the curve of her arse, feeling the soft fabric of the short skirt she was wearing. "Afraid they're going to sever your head?" Leaning in, he nipped at the soft skin of her neck.

"It would take a real big man to server my head," Lilah breathed. She tilted her head, eyes narrowing as she glanced around. She knew what he was doing. They had played this game before. Though not as often in public. And especially not in a library, a sacred place for Wesley she had thought.

"Yes, I suppose it would." Sliding his hand down her leg, he pushed it under her skirt and pulled it up. Slowly he brushed his hand over the velvet skin, noticing she wasn't wearing any nylons. His fingers curled around the waistband of her silk panties tugging on them teasingly.

Lilah had a hard time suppressing her shudder, she barely managed but she knew he would feel the small tremor that went up her spine anyway. Damn him, she thought, he knew exactly what buttons to push. She could feel her arousal already wet between her legs. She wracked her brain for some snarky retort, but it was very hard. Especially since Wesley now was tracing a finger over the edge where her thigh met her groin. "Getting off on your silk fetish?"

Tugging the panties down, Wesley smirked at her. He took a book from the shelf and dropped it. Bending down he tugged on the panties, sliding them down her legs. Lifting first one Gucci clad foot and then the other he took the off completely. Slowly he got up again, hand moving up her leg and disappearing under her skirt again.

He pushed his nose in the red, silk panties, taking a deep breath. "Hmmm, I don't know. Red? Not really my color." Glancing over at her and then at the large Christmas tree in the lobby he smirked. "Christmas red even. Getting in the spirit are we? I thought evil lawyers such as yourself didn't celebrate such religious occasions." His hand dipped lower, rubbing with a feather light touch between her legs, smirking at the wetness he found there.

Leaning back against the book shelf, and thank god they were sturdy, Lilah's eyes fluttered close for a moment when she felt his hand glide between her legs. She felt his thumb flick over her pleasure nub, while he kept that oh so innocent expression on his face. "Hey, anything that'll get me a day off," she shot back, pushing her hips forward a bit. She moaned softly, knowing that at any moment someone could walk in on them.

Wesley stepped in front of her, pressing his body against hers while he slid a finger inside of her. He dipped his head, mouthing her breast through the soft silk of her blouse. He glanced up and looked at her with a faux curious expression. His cock twitching at the sounds she was making, how she felt pushing herself against his hand. "How about I get you off now, Lilah?" Thrusting his hips forward a bit, he pressed his obvious state of arousal against her.

The smirk was now on her face as she ran the flat of her palm over the front of his jeans, cupping his shaft. She could feel it twitch under her hand. Lilah locked eyes with him as she slowly pulled down the zipper and pushed her hand inside. "Commando Wes? Feeling daring today?" She raked her nails over the still trapped erection, swiping her thumb over the head.

Sucking in his breath, Wesley pushed two fingers inside of her hard. Pumping them in and out slowly, he crooked his fingers and brushed over that little hot spot inside of her. With his free hand he undid the buttons of her china silk shirt, pushing up her bra. Dipping his head he sucked one nipple in his mouth, biting down on it none to gently.

He felt her hand tight around his cock, stroking it just the way he liked it. Stealing a glance down, he snorted when he saw her pull the throbbing shaft out of his jeans. He watched her hand slide up and down with expert moves over his aching erection. "I always feel daring when I go to a public library, Lilah," he breathed out.

"Do you now?" she asked innocently. Lilah moved her hand down, tugging on his sac lightly before curling her hand around one sensitive globe. She squeezed it hard reveling in the small moan that earned. Leaning in close, she pushed her hips against him. "How daring do you feel?" She whispered, flicking her tongue to trace his ear. Dipping her head, she nipped at his scar, running her tongue over the length of it.

Moving a third finger inside her, Wesley raised that damnable eyebrow at her. A challenge? Removing his hand from the breast he was kneading, he tangled it in her perfectly done hair and yanked her head back. Pressing his mouth over hers, he plunged his tongue inside her mouth, running his tongue roughly though it. A moan escaped him, muffled by their voices when she started to pump his erection in time with the thrusts of his fingers. When he pulled back he glared at her. "Do you really want to find out?" He growled at her.

Lilah gave him her patented grin. Unnoticed she had spread her legs a little wider, moving her feet a bit further apart. Her lips were now kiss swollen, but her lipstick was still perfectly in place. She squeezed her hand around his cock hard, pushing her thumb into the little slit. "Turning down a challenge, Wes? I'm disappointed. No really," she purred into his face, pushing her wetness eagerly into his hand.

That got her exactly what she wanted.

With a loud growl from Wesley, she suddenly found herself being lifted up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and moaned, throwing her head back when he slid inside her in one smooth thrust. Lilah tightened her legs around him, while her hands clutched his shoulders. She could feel the rough wood of the book shelf end scratching over her back when Wesley began to move.

Wesley thrust his hips up, holding onto Lilah's hips with bruising force. He licked and nibbled on the exposed nipples in front of his face, working them until they hardened in his mouth. Moving his hands he cupped her arse, pushing harder into her. Moaning loud, the sound echoing in the mostly empty part of the 'supernatural' section of the library as she clenched around him.

Using her legs, Lilah pushed her hips against Wesley, taking him in deep. She could feel his cock rubbing over her clit, the head nudging that prefect spot inside her. Lips parted as she began to moan his name. His cock throbbed inside of her, his mouth on her breasts, hands on her hips gripping with bruising force. "Harder," she hissed, thrusting in time with Wesley. The hard wood was leaving splinters in her back, digging through the silk of her blouse.

Wesley could feel his balls rising as he moved up his pace. Sweat made his shirt cling to his back. Leaning forward he captured her mouth for a hard kiss. Plundering her mouth, biting down on her bottom lip until he tasted blood. Her moans were stifled in his mouth and he reveled in the power he had over her. "Come on Lilah," he whispered when he pulled back. "Let it go... now." The sight of her eyes rolling in the back of her head made him pump into her harder and faster.

Her legs tightening hard and fast around Wesley's narrow hips, Lilah came with a violent rush. She cried out, her voice bouncing of the walls. The thought that everyone could hear her, almost made her climax a second time. She clenched around him hard, nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders and pulled him closer as he spilled his release inside her.

Panting for air, Wesley thrust his hips forward a few more times, prolonging both his own and her orgasm. He could feel his cock softening inside of her and slumped forward against her, pressing her against the book shelfe.

Gasping for air herself, Lilah slid her legs down until she heard the satisfying click of her heels when they connected with the marble floor. "Okay," she breathed hard, tilting her head while she looked at him. Bringing up her hand she slid it down a stubbled cheek. "You win this time."

Wesley laughed, shaking his head. Pushing himself away from the shelve he pulled out his handkerchief and cleaned his cock and part of his jeans. Tucking himself in he slowly pulled up the zipper carefully. "What are you doing for Christmas, Lilah?"

"Who."

"Pardon?"

"Who am I doing for Christmas."

Wesley raised an eyebrow at her while he zipped up his trousers, adjusting himself. Folding his arms over his chest he kept looking at her with that raised eyebrow.

"Eight a clock. My place," Lilah said. She buttoned up her blouse, pushed down her skirt, smoothing it over with her hands. Not a wrinkle on it. She knew where to get the best fabric. Flipping her hair back she picked up her purse and turned around. Her heels clicking in the empty space of the supernatural section. "Oh, and Wes?"

"What?" Wesley asked gruffly.

"Bring the chocolate sauce and whip-cream. I'll get the cherries." She winked at him, turned around and sauntered out of the library.

Wesley pushed his hand in his pocket and pulled out her red, silk panties. Sniffing them he smirked at her retreating back. "Count on it."

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