Advice and Consent by Misha

Title: Advice and Consent

Author: Misha
Rating: NC-17 for violence and f/f sex
Fandom: Angel the Series

Spoilers: Angel 1.18 "Five By Five" and 1.19 "Sanctuary"

Pairing: Lilah/Faith

Summary: Lilah makes sure Faith is in the game
Length: 1100 words
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc. own the universe and characters. I'm just playing with them.
Author's Note: For Jennyo's Lilahficathon. Written for voleuse, who requested Lilah/Faith with sarcasm

Feedback: Relished at mishamcm@livejournal.com

Lindsey: "I think if a service is rendered - we can get you off."

Faith: "You don't know how many men have promised me that."

Lilah: "I'm certain you won't be disappointed in our performance."

--"Five By Five"

Lindsey wrapped up the meeting with Faith while the paramedics carted Lee away. Lilah was smiling as she left the conference room, but the smile vanished the instant she was out the door. She leaned back against the wall, arms crossed, eyes closed for a moment of analysis.

When Faith stepped into the corridor Lilah beckoned her into her office. "A word, Faith?"

Faith eyed her, determinedly noncommittal. "I told you, I know all I need to know. You're paying me for a hit, not to have meetings."

Lilah smiled. Professionally. "Indulge me."

Faith shrugged and stepped into Lilah's office. "Your dime." Lilah closed the door behind them.

Faith examined the bookshelves, the knickknacks, the pair of one-pound dumbbells sitting on the credenza behind the desk. "So what can I do ya for?"

Lilah perched on the corner of her desk. "You lie very well with your body language, Faith. Not so well with your eyes."

Faith turned her head to look at her, slowly and deliberately. "And what's that supposed to mean?"

"It means I have some concerns about your level of commitment."

Faith half-smiled with a one-syllable chuckle. "I don't commit. You pay me, I do the job. Strictly one-night stand."

"That's exactly what I mean." Lilah picked up a manila folder and slowly thumbed through the pages. Faith watched the procedure keenly.

Finally Lilah stopped and looked at Faith. "You held Joyce Summers hostage." Lilah took note of Faith's involuntary twitch at the name.

"Yeah, so? Does kidnapping violate your ethics code for assassins?"

Lilah replied with her own one-syllable chuckle. "Only superficial physical damage. Next time you take a hostage you'll want to be more thorough. I can hook you up with one of our torture instructors."

"Yeah, thanks, but no thanks. I think I can handle it myself."

"As I look through your exploits, I see that you've killed by accident, on orders, for money. Do you know what that says to me?"

"No, but I get the feeling you're going to tell me."

"I don't think you're in the game, Faith."

Faith rolled her head casually and gave a full smile. "I'm always in the game, baby."

Lilah shook her head. "Not that game, Faith. Angel's killed more people than you have. Not Angelus, mind you, Angel. Soul and all."

"What, not satisfied with my credentials?" She reached behind her and pulled out the knife sheathed in the belt of her leather pants. "Want a free sample?"

"It's not a question of quantity or quality, Faith. There are plenty of people here working for the paycheck or the company car, and they get the job done. But for the big jobs, the big responsibilities, you've got to be in the real game. Good versus Evil, with a capital 'G' and a capital 'E'."

Faith picked at Lee's blood under her fingernails with the tip of the knife, watching the blade catch the light as she twirled it in her hands. "Yeah, well, that boat has sailed. I'm all about the big 'E'."

"Hmm. Take Lindsey McDonald. Ambitious, yes. Talented, certainly. But when he's staring into the Abyss, my guess is he'll blink."

"And you won't."

Lilah looked her in the eye. "That's right, Faith. I won't hesitate. That's the kind of commitment I'm talking about."

And suddenly she was flat on her back on the desk, with Faith on top of her, pinning her down. "Think you might have missed something, Ms. Morgan. Gotta keep your eye on a gal like me." Faith grinned. "Blink and you'll miss it."

"Power is one thing, Faith—"

"Yeah, yeah, I know, the big 'E'." Lilah gasped as Faith slashed at her torso with the knife. No blood, though: Faith had sliced through the belt of Lilah's skirt and down, bisecting it.

"Gotcha. You'd better watch that blinking." Faith tilted her head to one side. "Or is it flinching? I don't need a knife, you know. I could kill you with your letter opener." In a flash Faith sheathed the knife and ripped off Lilah's panties with the letter opener.

"Or I could bash in your skull with your dumbbell." Faith held the weight against Lilah's throat. "For that matter, I could kill you with my bare hands." She ran her fingers through Lilah's moist pubic hair, dancing at the entrance. "Hmm, I guess you ARE glad to see me." She licked her fingers absently. "Maybe if I rub hard enough some of your big 'E' evil will rub off."

Lilah started to speak, but Faith pressed the dumbbell harder against her throat. "I didn't say you could speak. How much do you think you're worth dead? The way you've been dissin' McDonald, I imagine he'd been willing to fork over a bonus for your head. Or is giving head already a part of your job?"

She brandished the other dumbbell above Lilah's head. "Don't you just hate hypothetical questions? I bet you're just itching to tell me off." In a blur of motion she swung the dumbbell away while pushing Lilah's legs apart, and forced the knob of the weight into Lilah's cunt. Lilah gasped and squeezed her eyes shut for an instant, then regained a stoic composure.

"Oh, playing hard to get, are we?" Faith straddled her and forced her legs together, drawing a quick gasp from Lilah. "Let's see about that."

She unzipped her own pants and settled against the other end of the dumbbell. "Aren't you a big boy!" She began to rock, grinning as Lilah's grunts of pain devolved into moans of pleasure. Faith's own breathing began to quicken. She undulated faster.

Lilah's moans grew louder and more frequent, and Faith's joined in. Lilah climaxed first with a muffled scream. She looked up at Faith, too absorbed in her own pleasure to notice Lilah anymore. Lilah smiled. The dumbbell wasn't painful anymore in the slick warmth. Lilah undulated slowly, just enough to push Faith closer to orgasm without her consciously noticing. She screamed loudly when she came and continued to shudder for half a minute afterwards.

When Faith regained her composure she dismounted, zipped up her pants and headed for the door. She looked back at the still form before leaving. "See you tonight. Don't forget, you still owe me dinner."

Once Faith had closed the door behind her Lilah sprang up from the desk, went to her closet and began changing into undamaged clothes.

"Not the big 'E', but not bad for a start. Not bad at all. I'd say you're up to fifty-fifty against Angel now." She pressed her intercom. "I'm ready for my two-thirty."