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"Taipei?"
"Nope."
"Paris?"
"Uh-uh."
"New York?"
"Next week."
"Okay Lilah," Wesley said, leaning back into the plush seats of Wolfram and Hart�s private jet, "I give up. Where are we going?"
She smiled slyly. "Florida."
"...Florida?"
"Disneyworld!"
"You�re not serious." He stared at her. Lilah raised her martini glass and winked at him. "You�re serious?"
Lilah shrugged and grinned. "What can I say? Getting killed revived my sense of whimsy, and you�ve been all gloom and doom lately."
"So you�re taking me to Disneyworld?"
"It was that or slip some Prozac into your drink when you weren�t looking."
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"Lilah, the queue starts back there."
"I know." She pulled Wesley by the hand, past the squalling children and tired parents, up to the front of the Small World line. She flashed the attendant a toothy grin and reached into her purse, pulling out her wallet.
Oh dear lord, she�s going to bribe someone to cut in line for a theme park attraction! Wesley opened his mouth to protest, but Lilah had already pulled out...a Wolfram and Hart business card?
As the guard smiled and stepped aside to let Wesley and Lilah pass, she smirked at Wesley. "Wolfram and Hart owns Disney."
He chuckled. "Why am I not surprised?"
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Just before the ride started, Lilah bent down. Wesley thought she was just adjusting her shoes until he felt something warm and soft on his lap. He looked down and saw Lilah nuzzling him, bent at a nearly impossible angle and completely oblivious to the hundreds of potential onlookers.
"Lilah," he hissed, "stop that! There are children all around!"
She sat up, mock-pouting. "Spoilsport."
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"Oh, look at the adorable leprechauns," Lilah cooed, eyes on the animatronic dolls, hand in Wesley�s lap, flitting across the bulge in his jeans.
Wesley remained silent, too aroused to do anything but nod mutely and squirm in his seat. Lilah wasn�t playing fair, as usual. The way the seats were set up, there was no way he could retaliate and tease her back without getting booked for indecent exposure, and if he firmly told her to stop he was afraid she�d simply throw him down and take him then and there. It�s not like someone who was technically dead worried about getting arrested, and corrupting minors would probably be an added incentive for her.
By India, he was ready to pop.
As they entered animatronic France, Lilah finally tore her eyes off the can-can dancers and turned to Wesley, nipping at his ear and rubbing her breasts against his upper arm. Wesley could feel her nipples hardening against his skin through her thin silk blouse "Joe in marketing told me there�s an easy place to duck out in the Polynesian section, and a fake hill to hide behind. We can go and relieve that nasty cramp in your pants if you make me one promise."
"What?" he said, biting back a moan as she lightly squeezed his erection through his jeans.
"Let me take a picture of you later."
Wesley raised an eyebrow. "That�s all?"
"Mostly." She winked.
"There must be a trick."
"Possibly." She gave him another squeeze and quickly darted her tongue in his ear. "But you�re not in much of a position to bargain."
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Lilah discreetly tucked her blouse back into her miniskirt as they strolled through the park holding hands. "Okay, Wes, my turn."
He groaned and blinked against the Florida sun, pulling his sunglasses out and plopping them on his face. "I was hoping you�d forgotten about that."
"Please. Like you forgot the time I promised to dress up as any movie character of your choice in return for you going shopping with me. Wait here a second." She kissed him on the cheek and actually skipped into one of the gift stores.
She really has gotten her whimsy back. And then some. Maybe all of us should try dying and magical revivification.
Wesley grinned. He had to admit, it was nice taking a couple days off, not worrying about demons and hostile corporate takeovers. And hostile corporate takeovers by demons. And it was nice being with Lilah without having to ignore Fred grimacing and Angel glowering. Pretending they were Mr. And Mrs. Picket Fence Midwest married couple. Doing totally normal things like going to Disneyworld, stopping in gift shops, and having sex in the Small World ride.
Lilah sauntered back out of the gift shop with a small bag and looped her arm around Wesley�s waist. "Miss me?"
"Of course. What did you buy?"
"A disposable camera and...oh, there�s a happy coincidence." She pointed to something a couple feet away. "It�s picture time."
"You want to take a picture of me with...Mickey Mouse?"
"Yup!" She grinned wickedly.
Wesley grimaced. "Well, it�s no worse than the time I lost our bet on how much hair gel Angel uses per week and had to wear your bra and panties to work for an entire day."
Lilah grabbed his arm and dragged him over. "This�ll be one for the scrapbook."
Mickey Mouse draped his arm across Wesley�s shoulders as Wesley did his best to smile benevolently.
"Oh, one more thing." Lilah opened the gift bag, fished out a pair of plastic Mickey Mouse ears, and plopped them on Wesley�s head. "Oh, Mickey, you�re so fine," she smirked.
"Now Lilah...."
"Nuh-uh, a promise is a promise. Besides," she took a few steps back and raised the camera to her eye, "I had my first sexual dream about Mickey Mouse."
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Two weeks later, Lilah was re-arranging her desktop. There were some new rolodexes to add (the firm had recently taken on some new clients), a new datebook (one of the new clients had eaten her last one), and most importantly, a new framed picture. Lilah never thought there�d be a day when she�d have a picture of a boyfriend on her office desk, let alone a blushing and grimacing boyfriend standing next to a thoroughly scandalized Mickey Mouse.
Yep, unlife was good.
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