Title: Probable Cause
Author: Angelina
Email: angelina2006@hotmail.com
Home Page: http://members.aol.com/bufpop/splash.html
Fic Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Lilah/Lindsey
Summary : The Wolfram and Hart New Year’s Eve party.
Notes: Set pre-AtS.

Lilah wandered through the crowd, finally stopping at the window. Sighing deeply she held her glass up to the city displayed below her, lights twinkling in the darkness, the City of Angels.

“Happy New Year,” she muttered, before tipping her head back and finishing the contents of her glass.

“You’re a coupla hours early, Lilah.”

Lilah turned to see Lindsey McDonald standing just behind her. He too was staring out into the night, an enigmatic smile on his face. Lilah often wondered at just what was behind that smile. Since joining the firm, she had attempted to break Lindsey down, to see just what made him tick. If she knew that, maybe she could emulate it. But she had yet to make any headway. Lindsey gave nothing away. Lilah sighed again and turned back to the window.

“I don’t think I’ll last another two hours in here with all the brownnosers.”

She gestured back at the crowd, busily mingling and networking. Enjoyment was not a factor at Wolfram and Hart parties.

“Right. Because you’d never suck up to the fat cats, huh Lilah.”

She turned to regard him again. He looked her steadily in the eye, that damn smirk still in place.

“I do what I have to. We all do. But not tonight.”

New Year’s Eve. A time to reflect on the past and look forward to the future. In Lilah’s case, a time to worry that she’d done enough over the past year to impress the senior partners and stress about doing even more in the coming one. It was all a little tiring. So the prospect of another two hours spent among her colleagues until some big ball dropped and everyone cheered and clapped and went home wasn’t exactly filling her with holiday cheer.

“You wanna join me for a drink?”

Lilah raised an eyebrow as Lindsey headed over towards the bar. After a moment, she followed.

“T&T and…”

He turned to Lilah.

“Whisky. The good stuff.”

Lindsey nodded at the barman and they waited silently, side by side for the drinks to come. When they did, Lindsey took his and downed it in one go. He turned to Lilah and smiled. She laughed out loud and followed suit.

“Barkeep, same again.”

“Why Mr McDonald, are you trying to get me drunk?” Lilah asked, in a faux Southern accent.

“I’m trying to get me drunk, thought you might wanna come along for the ride.”

Lilah shrugged and accepted the glass.

“Cheers, Lindsey.”

Their glasses clinked together and their smiles matched as that drink went the way of the first one.

Many more followed until the lawyers were pleasantly tipsy. Conversation flowed with the booze. Trivialities and small-talk, neither willing to give anything away. Lindsey played idly with his glass before turning to look at Lilah.

“How about we retire to my office? I got a nice single malt there. Get away from these idiots.”

Lilah looked up, surprised. Lindsey’s face was its usual mask of indifference…but his eyes. His eyes seemed different somehow. Deeper, more blue, more real than usual. Without thinking Lilah nodded once. Lindsey slipped off his stool and waited for Lilah to do the same. Then without speaking they made their way out of the crowded function suite and down to Lindsey’s office.

Lilah remained standing as Lindsey poured the whisky from a decanter. As a matter of habit, her eyes darted around the room, looking for any hint of what Lindsey was working on. She brought her focus back to Lindsey as he handed her a glass. She took a sip, her eyes drifted closed as the warm, smoky liquid made its way down her throat. When her eyes opened again she noticed that Lindsey was watching her.

Slowly he began to move towards her. Lilah stood, frozen to the spot, caught in Lindsey’s gaze. He stopped just in front of her. He reached out and took the glass from her hand, setting it down on the filing cabinet without ever removing his eyes from hers.

His hand came up to caress her cheek softly, just a whisper of a touch. When his hand slipped behind her neck she gasped. Gently, he pulled her down to meet his mouth. Only when their lips touched did she allow her eyes to close. His lips were soft yet insistent, moving with confidence against Lilah’s own. Surprisingly strong arms wound themselves around her waist, pulling her tightly against him, his hand pressing into the small of her back. She in turn wrapped her arms around his neck, snaking her tongue out to lick his lips. His warm mouth welcomed her.

Suddenly she felt herself being turned around and being propelled backwards until the back of her thighs made contact with Lindsey’s desk. Lindsey’s actions were becoming more urgent and Lilah matched him, every kiss, every touch, she wouldn’t be outdone.

He pulled away from her, breathing heavily. There was no question in his eyes. This wasn’t a matter of consent. Both parties were in for the duration now. Lilah absent-mindedly wondered where this had come from. The thought wasn’t given time to properly manifest itself because Lindsey swept away the contents of his desk, clearing the surface.

She hitched herself up so she was sitting on the desk. Lindsey took a moment just to drink in the sight in front of him. Lilah could’ve been a movie star. Images of Lauren Bacall in her heyday swam into Lindsey’s head. She had the looks, she had the body, she had the ambition. She also had brains. So she had become a lawyer instead.

He moved back into her hungrily, capturing her mouth with his as his hands starting unbuttoning her designer suit jacket. For her part, Lilah had already pushed Lindsey’s jacket off his shoulders and was at work on his tie. Hard kisses punctuated their movements. Lilah got Lindsey’s shirt unbuttoned just as he was tugging her blouse over her head. She ran her hands down his toned back, feeling the movement of his muscles as he kneaded her breasts through her black, silk bra.

Lindsey urged Lilah backwards as he crawled onto the desk between her legs, undoing his belt as he went. Lilah waited until his pants were undone before catching him by surprise and rolling him onto his back. In a quick manoeuvre she straddled his waist, smiling down at him ferally. Lindsey grinned.

“Why am I not surprised, Lilah?”

“Cuz you know I’m gonna end up on top eventually, Lindsey.”

He ran his hands up her thighs, pushing her skirt up around her waist. She wasn’t wearing underwear. Lindsey showed no sign that this shocked him. But she felt his arousal grow beneath her and she ground down against him, eliciting a deep moan of need and desire. Lilah wasted no time in reaching inside his pants and releasing his erection. She admired him for a moment, for a short guy he really was quite impressive. She ran her immaculately manicured fingernails down the length of it, relishing the slight pulling back of his hips, the twinge of fear in his eyes.

Reaching behind her, Lilah produced a condom from somewhere, Lindsey could only assume it was her purse. She bit the cover and ripped it open, expertly slipping it down onto Lindsey’s waiting cock as he watched in rapt fascination.

Lilah guided him inside her, easing herself slowly down his shaft, adjusting to the feel of him filling her up. Lindsey reached up and steadied her, placing his hands on her narrow hips as she found her rhythm. Seeing her above him like that, brow creased in concentration as she ground into him, was almost enough to send Lindsey over the edge. But he willed himself to keep going.

Lilah could feel her climax building, the familiar burning in the lower regions of her belly spreading out to make her tingle. Then Lindsey’s hands were on her. Teasing her clit, running over her abdomen, onto her breasts, pulling her bra down harshly to expose them to his eager eyes and hands. She pressed forward into his palms, the friction on her already hard nipples was just what she needed.

A few more thrusts and her breath caught in her throat. She let her head fall back, her hands braced on Lindsey’s chest to support herself. Then she felt him let go. His hips lifted away from the hard surface beneath them, shuddering his pleasure into her. She opened her eyes to watch him as he came. For once his face seemed to show that he was feeling something. A smile crept over Lilah’s face, she had made him feel something.

Carefully, Lilah slid off Lindsey and lay down next to him on the desk. His arm was stretched out and she laid her head on it. When his breathing had slowed he turned to look at her. Then he leaned in and kissed her. A long, slow kiss that bore no relation to the kisses they’d shared before. His forehead touched hers, cool and slick with sweat. When he pulled back, Lilah leaned up on one elbow and brushed his hair away from his eyes.

“You know this was probably filmed, right?” she whispered.

“Consenting adults. What they gonna do about it? Anyway, it’s more interesting than getting wasted and photocopying your butt.”

Lilah smiled. She sat up and adjusted her skirt and bra back into place. Then she located the rest of her things and got dressed. Lindsey just watched her from his position on the desk, happy that even when fully dressed she still looked a little bit tousled, a little bit imperfect, a little bit different for what they’d done.

Lilah picked up her purse from the desk. She nodded at Lindsey and headed to the door.

“Lilah?”

She paused in the doorway, framed.

“Yeah?”

“Happy New Year.”

She smiled.

“Happy New Year, Lindsey.”

END