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Green eyes warily watched the beautiful brunette, unsure what Lilah Morgan was thinking as she studied her. Willow resisted the urge to squirm under the lawyer’s piercing stare, knowing that showing any sign of anxiety would undermine her entire reason for this meeting. From what she had observed just in these first moments of meeting, she could tell that Lilah would smell the fear and pounce, dismissing her immediately because she would have no respect for such trepidation.


“Your offer is sincere,” Lilah spoke slowly, refusing to allow her surprise to be seen. When she had first accepted a meeting with Willow Rosenberg, she had honestly not known what to expect. She knew the girl, of course, having studied the reports on Sunnydale as well as being fully aware of the circumstances the previous May that had nearly caused the world to end. This pretty little witch who looked so innocent and fragile was one of the most dangerous people in the world, and that was no exaggeration.


To be quite honest, she had been intrigued when Wesley had first approached her with Willow’s request for a meeting. She found the redhead to be a puzzle, a complex creature that could not easily be figured out, and Lilah had always loved a challenge. She had no idea why Willow wanted to speak to her, Wesley refusing to say anything about the reasons why the redhead wanted to meet with her, and Lilah only knowing that Willow believed she could be trusted, even though Lilah, herself, wasn’t entirely sure if she could be trusted when it came right down to it. Nevertheless, she had accepted the invitation, arriving at Wesley’s apartment only half an hour before to find a beguiling redhead waiting to speak to her and her sometimes lover absent to give them a chance to talk in private. Now, facing her in Wesley’s living room, her intrigue was joined by fascination, grudging admiration, and arousal.


Lilah had always been attracted to power, to darkness, to those that could not be completely understood or controlled. It was that aura of darkness and anguish that had first drawn her attention to Wesley. He was a nice looking man, certainly, but it had been the jaded look in his eyes that had captivated her. She’d decided that she wanted him, wanted to taste his darkness and feed his needs as she fed hers, and she had accomplished her goal. He was a good fuck, rough and hard just like she liked it, and she had surprisingly grown rather fond of him.


She leaned against the table deliberately causing her skirt to ride high upon her thigh, flashing the top of her stockings, noticing Willow’s pretty green eyes glance at the display of flesh, smiling slightly when she saw the flash of desire that was quickly replaced by courage and determination. It would appear that she was not the only experiencing this attraction, an arousal that she had felt since first entering the apartment. Deceptively innocent beautiful creature, Lilah thought as she looked at the redhead, pulled from her thoughts when Willow spoke.


“I would not be here if it wasn’t,” Willow said somewhat sharply, wishing that Lilah had not turned out to be a sexy, confident, and beautiful woman. She had not felt such an attraction since Tara, though this was nothing compared to the sweet and tender love she had felt for the blonde witch. This was desire and heat, a need to move forward and kiss the lawyer and possibly fuck her right there on Wesley’s table.


“I can take you and use you, because, beneath it all, that’s what you want,” a knowing smile crossed her lips before Lilah snapped, “although you’ll hate me for it. But, I won’t take your pain away because it’s not my job to please. I will take what I want and give you what you need, but I will not be bothered with emotions or regret.”


“I have accepted the pain and consequences of my actions, Miss. Morgan,” Willow informed her harshly, “and I do not need anyone to take that pain away. It’s a reminder of what I became, a memento of a time that I nearly lost myself, a way to prevent myself from ever making that mistake again.”


“It’s a pity, really,” Lilah mused, “you could be quite a threatening presence should you wish it. I daresay you have enough power and intelligence to be a formidable foe of those you choose to call enemy.”


“Is that a compliment, Miss. Morgan?” Willow arched a brow, trying to figure this woman out so she could understand her game.


“Lilah, please,” Lilah smiled slightly, “and I suppose you *could* consider it a compliment.”


“You were attempting to frighten me,” Willow remarked casually, “the entire ‘take you and use you’ speech. Does it usually work? I suppose it leaves many trembling in fear and eager to run before allowing you to follow through on your promise. I hold little admiration for power, Lilah. I‘ve learned that in power lies deceit. It means more to have control of one’s self as well as having awareness of everything around you and the courage to be true to yourself than it does to simply have power over someone.”


“It has never failed me, until now,” Lilah acknowledged, her fascination with the redhead increasing as she realized that the girl was not only strong and beautiful but also intelligent and observant, “but I have never faced one such as yourself, Willow. Your courage is either commendable or foolish, though I have not yet made my mind up to which. I must say, this meeting is full of surprises.”


“And you love surprises, don’t you, Lilah?” Willow queried, deciding to turn the tables, “You are attracted to power, aroused by strength. I see it in your eyes, the desire, the need. I can’t believe I only just now noticed it. You play your part well, Lilah, the cynical bitch willing to do anything to get what you want, to have power and be in control, but it’s you that wants to be taken and used, isn’t it?”


“This isn’t about me,” Lilah said, her tongue moving over her bottom lip as she stared at the observant redhead. She cringed when she heard the breathlessness in her voice, trying to get a grip. Where was her famed bitchiness when she needed it? Damn it, not even Wesley had managed to penetrate the shell she kept around herself, yet this pretty girl had not only seen through the façade to the woman beneath, but she had also been confident enough to call her on it. She refused to look away from the smug yet oh so sexy smile that had crossed Willow’s lovely lips or the knowing gleam in her eyes, “We were discussing your need to obtain the Vase of Grifoty, were we not?”


“I thought we had all ready agreed that I would offer my services to you in exchange for the Vase,” Willow arched a brow, “you will discretely remove the Vase from Wolfram and Hart and I will assist you in matters requiring magic for the next two months, with the restriction that I be given a chance to research the needed spells and decide that they will be justified and not used for evil purposes.”


“Yes, well, I am not entirely convinced that such an exchange is worth the risk involved,” Lilah replied, “should I be caught, I will not only lose my job, but may very well lose my life. For what? A few spells that any witch could probably perform? I am nowhere near the side of ‘good’, Willow, so the entire helping people thing doesn’t win any points at all. I’m a selfish person, actually, so I want something that makes the risk worthwhile.”


“You love the risk, Lilah,” Willow snorted, “I’ve only just met you but I can all ready see that. The risk, the challenge, you like being bad by helping out the ‘good’ guys. Isn’t that why you’re fucking Wesley? You’re attracted to his darkness, aren’t you? I’ve seen it in him, lurking there, shadows in his eyes and a brutality that is rather attractive. But, it’s not what you want, is it? He can’t give you exactly what you want because he wants to be punished, he considers being involved with you, his enemy, a penance for his actions. And, even though he tasted the depths of despair by unknowingly betraying his friends, he never let it consume him, never gave up control. You want someone that has been there, that has seen the worst and lived to tell about it, that knowingly chose their path to evil and was strong enough to come back. You want someone like me.”


“I’m afraid you’re wrong, Willow. I like control, I’m the dominant one, I thrive on being the one in charge,” Lilah argued, aware how weak her words were considering the fact that her panties were soaking wet just from the knowing look in Willow’s eyes and the forceful tone in her voice during her all too accurate analysis.


“I’m not wrong, Lilah, and that scares you, doesn’t it? That we only met and I can see you, I can see what you really want, what you need,” Willow was enjoying this, finding it rather thrilling to realize this beautiful, powerful woman wanted her and that she might have found someone that was her equal in intelligence as well as sexually compatible. She wasn’t looking for love, not at this point in her life, but she was lonely and missed having someone to snuggle against as she slept, missed having sex and exploring a lover’s body for hours. True, she had never really gotten involved in the games it appeared Lilah liked to play, but she was always willing to learn to new things and couldn’t help thinking that this might be something they both needed.


“Fuck,” Lilah grimaced, “Fine, you want the truth? Yes, it does scare me. It’s annoying and confusing and I don’t like it one bit! I like knowing what is going to happen, manipulating things to how I wish them to be, and I like being in control, damn it! The power is a rush that I love. Then you come along and, I don’t know. Fuck.”


“You all ready said that,” Willow smiled before turning serious as she looked into Lilah‘s eyes, “I can give you what you need, Lilah, what you want, but I want you to say it. This isn’t about the Vase or which side we happen to be on in the grand scheme of good versus evil or anything other than what is here, now, between you and me. What do you want?”


“You, I want you,” Lilah whispered, surprised that she didn’t flinch at the neediness in her voice or consider herself weak for admitting to wanting someone so badly. Fuck, they’d only just met and she was all ready having this kind of reaction to Willow. She got rather excited thinking about how it would feel over time.


“Good answer,” Willow said as she stood up and walked towards Lilah. She forgot about everything, the First, the Vase, her mistakes in the past, even Tara, thinking only of this beautiful creature that wanted to give herself completely to her. Their lips met, tentative at first before deepening, both women realizing that this was the beginning of something special.

*the end*