Some Trouble (tag Lilah)

[Lilah]

"Are you asking me to bite my tongue?" she purred. "Or do you want to do it for me?" She grabbed his shirt collar and maneuvered toward the sofa.

[Carver]

He put his hands on her waist, effortlessly lifting her off her feet and laying her gently on the sofa as he kissed along her neck.

ooc: Seriously gotta go. Night.

[Carver]

Someone knocked on the door, and Carver leapt away from Lilah as the door opened, keeping his back turned. "Sir?"

"Did I ask you to come in?"

"No, sir, it's just....Lehane has escaped." said the guard, and left the room.

Oh, just great. Perfect timing.

He hastily buttoned up, leaving his tie. "Duty calls." he said, leaning down and kissing her. "I'll be back in no time, I promise."

***Carver leaves to find Faith***

[Lilah]

Left alone in the office, Lilah closed her eyes and let out a lungful of air. She lay there for a moment, letting her heart rate return to normal and her temperature to cool off. Then she got to her feet, straightened her suit and smoothed out her hair. If the cavalry had come for Faith, there'd be business to attend to. Time to get her game face on.

She poured herself another glass of bourbon. "I knew I should have killed that slayer when I had the chance," she muttered, downing the drink in one shot.

[Carver]

***Carver enters***

"As you can probably tell from my lack of shirt, I have some bad news."

[Lilah]

She put her glass down when Carver entered looking like a bloody mess, for lack of a better word. "Geez, Carver, what happened to you? Don't tell me Faith did all that damage?"

[Carver]

"Spending months in a hell dimension can toughen you up. I wasn't focused. And then they...uh....exploded me. Shot a fire extinguisher in front of me, blew me through a wall or two. Point is-"

"Faith escaped." said Marcus as he entered. "Good work, Carver. Truly brilliant."

[Lilah]

When Marcus stormed in, Lilah stepped between him and Carver. "In fairness, Marcus, the failures of the security staff seemed to have been many. And I recall Lawrence assuring us that Faith's holding dimension was secure. How exactly was someone able to get in and bring her back out?" she inquired.

[Carver]

Marcus turned red, and said, “I want at least one of those three dead.”

“We can’t kill Angel.” said Carver.

“Then your choices are limited!” he said, growing redder. "Faith or Elder. Choose."

He turned, and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

Carver clenched a fist. He wasn't even angry at Marcus. Just angry with himself for letting them escape.

[Lilah]

She watched Marcus leave. "Well, I'm glad to see his skills at avoiding responsibility are still very much intact," she remarked.

She turned back to Carver with a sigh. "So...how do we do this? Faith's still a criminal. If she ever leaves the sanctuary of Angel's place, she can be arrested and placed back in jail. Where we can keep an eye on her. Elder, he's the expendable one. And Angel's much less likely to come between us and him."

She began to pace. "Plus, we still have the Cordelia situation."

[Carver]

"Faith is still a possible ally, jail would be the best alternative. Elder...dead, or out of L.A. Either. I don't want to see his face again. Now Cordelia...that's slightly more complicated." he said.

He looked down at his bare chest. "I seem to be having a slight case of partial nudity here." he said. "And I liked that shirt."

[Lilah]

Lilah smirked. "I know, I did too. Not that I'm complaining about your current situation, though," she said, putting her arms around his neck. "Look, it's been a long day for everyone. Maybe everyone should just go home, get some rest, look at everything with fresh eyes in the morning. And you should get yourself to the clinic. Even someone as invincible as you needs medical attention every now and then."

[Carver]

He moved in and kissed her, "I'll risk it." he said, smiling.

[Lilah]

Lilah broke away from the kiss. "I think we've all taken enough risks for today. I'm very tired and you're very wounded. We'll pick up this conversation another time," she said.

She moved back to her desk, threw a few folders in her briefcase and snapped it shut. "And please go to the clinic. I don't want you bleeding on my carpet." She smiled and kissed him on the cheek, then left the office.

[Carver]

He smiled slightly, and then left for the clinic.