Disclaimer: I own Luka, Kendall, Anna, Sara, and Wilhem, but that's all.

That morning, Wesley discovered that he had a lot of damage control to do. One of his clients had stolen a very rare artifact from a very powerful tribe, and all Hell was on the verge of breaking loose in Los Angeles, if he didn't stop it. He spent most of the morning on the phone talking to the leader of the clan and almost missed the sound of the seductive knock on his door.

Oh, that knock. Lilah was playing with him. She always knocked that way to see if it was safe to come in and have a little middle-of-the-day romp. Of course, right now, Wesley was not in the mood.

"Come in, Lilah, I'm on the phone though."

Lilah came in, looking pouty, but took a seat in front of Wes' desk, putting her heels on his desk, letting him catch a glimpse of the black underwear she had on. Closing his eyes, he continued his phone call.

"Yes. . .we'll smooth this all over. . .I think it's just a mistake. . .I know that you'll be getting some compensation. . .yes, very sorry, sir. . .of course. . .yes, thank you. . .goodbye."

Hanging up the phone, Wesley pulled the phone cord out of the outlet and then ran, locking the door and closing the blinds. Finally, he put his arms around his wife, and kissed her, passionately. Lifting her onto the desk, Wesley began pulling up her skirt and undoing his belt.

"Mm, this is just what I need."

Suddenly, as if by some cruel fate, there was a knock on the door.

"Don't answer it."

"I have to."

"No, you do not, Wesley! Right now, you have to have sex!"

Another knock.

"What if it's Mr. Ramsey?"

"He'll just think we already left."

Another, more furious knock. Zipping up his pants and doing up his belt again, Wesley rushed over to the door, barely giving Lilah time to compose herself, of course, he knew she could. They had five kids, one always learned to be hasty when you have five kids running around the house. One also learned that the linen closet was just as good as the bedroom.

"Hello, Mr. Wyndham Pryce, I just wanted to let you know that the valet has your car ready to go."

"Thank you."

Slamming the door in the assistant's face and locking it, Wesley turned to find Lilah had her purse and was ready to go.

"Don't you want to. . ."

"Sorry, I'm not in the mood anymore."

Leaning into him, seductively, Lilah smiled and unlocked the door.

"Pull yourself together, Wes."

Slipping into the hall, Wesley watched away her and thought of the most boring thing possible. It was hard though, watching her curves and the way her ass. . .get a grip, Wesley, he thought.

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Half an hour later, they were in the countryside on their way to the resort, where they would be having lunch. Lilah, it seemed, had decided that she was going to torment Wesley in any way she could. In the last ten minutes, it had gotten incredibly worse, as she had kept putting her hand near his groin and then pulling away. She had even gone as far as to play with the button on his pants once.

Finally, Wesley snapped. Grabbing her hand, he placed it on her side of the car.

"I'm drawing a line!"

"What?"

Lilah laughed at his statement. They always drew imaginary lines when the kids were fighting on a road trip. The first one to cross that line was to be put out on the side of the road, of course, that rule had been Lilah's.

"You heard me, I'm drawing a line. If you cross that line, I'm putting you out. Really!"

"Wesley, Wesley, Wesley, you should be so tense."

Placing her hand in his lap again, Lilah smiled and Wesley slammed on the brakes.

"That's it! OUT!"

"What?"

"Get out of the car!"

"Wesley, I think I know what you need."

"No, Lilah, I'm not playing! Get out of the car!"

"And how are you going to conduct the business meeting without me and my department's stats?"

"Um. . ."

"You're not, that's the answer. So, start the car, and get us to the resort, now."

"Yes, ma'am. . .I mean, okay."

Lilah rolled her eyes as Wesley tried to get the car started again. He kept turning the key, but nothing would happen, except a couple sputters, and then nothing.

"I think there's a problem."

"No, really, thank you Captain Obvious."

"No need to get. . ."

"Wesley, get out and check under the hood."

"You know that I don't know a thing about cars."

"Well, now's a great time to learn, isn't it."

Leaning over his lap, Lilah pushed his door open, but Wesley was more focused on the fact that she was in his lap.

"Lilah?"

"What?"

"Shut the door."

Closing the door, gently, Lilah looked up into her husband's eyes. Moments later, she was straddling him.

"You. Me. Alone in the countryside."

"No kids. No nanny. No dog."

"Wes, we don't own a dog."

"Thank God."

Reclining his seat, Wesley put his arms behind his head.

"Remember back in the old days when you would strip for me?"

"Yes, but I'm not doing that here, a car could come along. . ."

"What happened to the Lilah that didn't care if she got caught? By the way, I wasn't asking."

Smiling, Lilah began to remove her top, slowly, teasing him. It seemed to be unbarable for Wesley though. She had to admit, he didn't have the patience and resolve he used to have before they had kids. Leaning up, he kissed her and began undoing her bra, quickly.

"What happened to me stripping?"

"You take too damn long."

Removing his shirt, Lilah began trailing kisses up his neck. God, this was good. It wasn't safe and that turned her on. It turned her so on, she didn't hear the car coming up the road, and neither did Wesley. Pushing his pants and boxers down, Lilah began undoing her skirt. Wesley, however just pushed it up.

Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the driver's side window. Both looked up to see a police officer. Both scrambled to cover themselves, Lilah using the coat Wesley kept in the backseat of his car and Wesley pulling up his underwear and pants, and then, buttoning his shirt.

Rolling down the window, Wesley felt a sense of impending doom. This was not going to be good.

"May I ask what you two were doing parked on a back road?"

"Well, you see, Officer, we were. . ."

"Having sex."

Wesley looked at Lilah as the color drained from his face. He then, realized that she was flashing her Wolfram and Hart employment card. Turning back to the officer, ready to apologize, he found that the card seemed to have effect on him.

"Well, have a nice day then."

Walking back to his squad car, the officer pulled away from them.

"That was. . ."

"Shh, I'm on the phone."

"With who?"

"Tow truck and car rentals."

Wesley leaned back and smiled, his girl was good. Of course, he wasn't going to be doing anything on a back road for awhile. Damn, he thought, this day just keeps getting worse and worse.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: If you read this, please review! I'm begging you! I'll review your stuff, I mean, I believe it's common courtesy. Anyway, will Wesley and Lilah ever get to have sex? I wonder. . .guess you'll just have to read and REVIEW!