Rated 'R' for violence.

[_wes_pryce_]

Continued from hereLilah never ceases to amaze me. I smile at her and kiss her forehead. She's looking so worried, even though she's trying to hide it. I can still see it in her eyes. "Oh I'm very tired. In fact you wore me out completely," I tell her, still gasping for air

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[da_lilah]

I awoke from my dreamless slumber when I heard my name being yelled rather loudly, and felt Wesley shift around the bed next to me. It took me a second to remember where I was, then the night's events came rushing back to me and the pleasant ache I felt throughout my body confirmed it. But now I had been jolted awake and Wesley was sitting up in bed and breathing heavily.

I waited till Wesley quietened down a little and then turned around to him, my hand coming to rest lightly on his chest, and I pillowed my head on his shoulder.

"Still here. If you want to talk about..."

I didn't say anything more, just gently stroked him with my fingertips, listening to his heartbeat gradually slow and become less erratic.

[_wes_pryce_]

Putting my arm automatically around her I can feel myself calming down already. Just her body against mine, her skin warm, her heart beating. Alive and here with me. She'll be fine, I'll be fine, we're both going to be fine. And if wishes were horses I'd have a whole herd by now.

Brushing my hand up and down her back I take a shaky breath. My other hand comes up to catch her hand, squeezing her fingers lightly. She's still here, but I really don't want to talk about it. There's nothing she can do anyway, there's nothing anyone can do against my own personal hell.

"I'm fine," I tell her, wince at how rough my voice sounds. I must've shouted a bit harder then I thought. Swallowing I muster up a smile for her, albeit a little weak. "It was just a dream, nothing new." Reaching up I tuck a lock of hair behind her ear, glancing over her shoulder toward the window. "It would appear that morning had broken." Broken, just like we both are. I wonder if we can be fixed like the morning.

[da_lilah]

I'm fine."

Sure and I was born yesterday. Okay, maybe I was reborn yesterday but you get my drift. He gives me an unconvincing smile. It was obvious the dreams had distressed him, increased his unease, but he didn't want to talk to me about it.

"It was just a dream, nothing new. It would appear that morning has broken."

I nod, still clinging to him, still wrapped in his embrace. But I suppose we have to venture out sometime, try to return to some kind of routine.

"You up for going back to work? I'm sure Angel wants to talk to you, and Lindsey. Everyone was...concerned."

[_wes_pryce_]

I don't think she believed one word I said. I used to be able to hide things from people, how I felt, what I thought. But she has this knack of seeing right though me. Of course, I seem to have that same knack when it comes to Lilah and her facades