Wesley watched Lilah dress, lying in his bed after their rather… vigorous sexual activity He wasn't sure why he kept letting her into his apartment, why he kept sleeping with her - well, there was the purely physical act, which was quite good… more than that, really, but still…
He'd spent the entire summer sleeping with her. With the enemy. She was a willing, active, enthusiastic servant of the Senior Partners. One really couldn't get much more 'the enemy' than her. And yet…
She was evil. Unapologetically so. As he'd told her, that sinking feeling came early. And yet…
"Why do you keep coming here Lilah. We've already established I know nothing of any use to you, and do you really think your… admitted creativity in bed is going to draw me into accepting your offer of employment?"
Lilah smirked, slipping her heels onto her feet. "I think the better question is: Why do you let me? The great thing about evil is that you don't have to explain anything to anyone. But how does Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, the great would-be-hero, always aiming for doing the right thing, justify this?"
Wesley had no answer for her. He had no answer for himself.
"You make me sick, Lilah." He finally settled on something to respond with. Though was it Lilah, or himself? And sometimes, he wondered if it was really sick he was feeling at all…
Lilah's smirk only broadened as she grabbed her coat, folding it over her arm. "Good. That's what I was going for." He watched her leave, the door swinging closed behind her,
She'd come back tommorrow night, or the night after. He'd fight with himself over letting her in even as they got started, probably in the living room, and then they'd (eventually) reach his bed.
He should just say no.
And yet…