Bisexualxanderharris (now Fangel) sent me Weslah + "I'm waiting for someone. However, you can amuse me in the meanwhile."
This one is actually really easy to fit into the canon for a change, so let's put it in the summer between Seasons 3 and 4.
"I'm waiting for someone. However, you can amuse me in the meanwhile, if you like." Wesley drawled to Lilah, not even looking at her as he took another sip from his Guinness. It was a strange game they'd been playing this last month, and he couldn't help but continue to play it.
"More like you'll amuse me," Lilah countered, sitting across the booth from him. "So just who are you waiting for, anyway? Found yourself a new doe-eyed girl? One that looks like that twig from Texas?" Lilah smirked, as if she'd expected that barb to hit home.
But it hadn't. Wesley's feelings for Fred were mostly burnt to ash behind him, along with most of the rest of the life he'd built over the last two and a half years he'd been in L.A. It was surprising how easily he'd burned them away in the fires of his own resentment and self-righteous anger.
Yes, they had every right to be upset with him. But they'd also dropped him like garbage, every last one of them picking Angel over him without even bothering to ask for his side of the story. And yet Gunn had still come to him and demanded help. And Fred had called more than once, wanting his help to find Angel.
The search for Angel was why he was here, of course. It hadn't taken Wesley long to realize that Connor and Justine were behind the dissappearance of Angel. The only question was if he was still 'alive' – as it were - or if the boy Wesley had risked everything for had turned out to be a patricide.
He was supposed to be meeting with someone who could tell him Justine's location.
"I'm not sure why I would, when your efforts to make sure I'm satisfied are so… thorough." Wesley replied dryly. "Tell me, if I did decide to work for Wolfram and Hart, would the… benefits you're providing continue?"
"Well, the marketing is always different than the reality, but I'm sure we could work something into your contract." Lilah replied, leaning back in such a way that she was flaunting herself to him without being crass about it. "Are we talking seriously here, or hypothetical?"
Wesley chuckled darkly, "Are you ever not on the clock, Lilah?"
"Are you, Wes?"
"I suppose not. Did you need something in particular, or are you just here for amusement?"
"You are my something in particular, Wesley. I'm between meetings for the next few hours, and it's not hard to figure out where you are."
"You have people tailing me. You might want to get better ones. I spotted this one before I was out of my building." Wesley didn't care if Lilah tailed him though. Not right now. Soon he would, because he couldn't have her knowing he was looking for Justine, but for the moment…
"I am quite busy for the next half hour or so – as I said, I am meeting someone – but after that, I'm all yours."
It was a strange game they played. Sometimes Wesley openly embraced her advances, sometimes he made to fight them. Right now…
Well, frankly, he didn't care much today. Here he was going out of his way to save Angel, if Angel could be saved, and that was taking all of his capacity to care about the big picture today.
It was a strange game they played.