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Great Minds. 12b   1 comment

***

“I don’t get the concept.” Angel said, hand firmly intertwined with Cordy’s. They were walking through the sewers, bickering and joking as usual.

“It really isn’t that hard, Angel.” Cordelia rolled her eyes. “You just put in your card, punch in a number, punch in the amount of money you want and it’ll give it to you.”

“Is there somebody always behind it?”

“No! It’s a machine.”

“But…why can’t you just go to a bank?”

“Because! Oh my God! You are so deficient! What, 250 years, you learn everything there is to know about sex and you can’t pick up on freakin’ technology?”

Angel grinned wolfishly. “Well, the sex was always more interesting.”

Cordelia laughed and shook her head in disbelief. “Men.”

“Oh, come on! Would you have preferred it better if I knew the highs and lows of technology or if I was fantastic in bed?”

“Don’t choke on your modesty or anything.” Cordelia said sarcastically.

“I’m not. I don’t need to.” A smirk settled on his face. “At least I don’t need to according to what you said last night.”

Cordelia glared at him. “I didn’t say anything like that.”

Angel looked contemplative for a second. “Oh, that’s right, I’m sorry, you screamed it.”

Cordelia whirled, striking a fist out in his direction but he caught it in his large hand, grinning like a mad man. She couldn’t help but smile back.

“Ass.”

“Love you too.”

Cordelia felt her stomach flutter when he said that but she ignored it and pulled her fist out of his grip, turning around and walking again. He jogged up beside her and slipped his hand sneakily into hers. She bit back her smile and continued walking, joined hands swinging with each step. Suddenly, she stopped.

He stopped too, looking at her, surprised by her sudden halt. “Cordy?”

She kept looking straight ahead, eyes wide, heart beating rapidly. Angel looked up to see what she was staring at. His shoulders slouched.

Six vampires stood facing them, fangs bared, faces sneering, standing in a horizontal pyramid, with whom looked to be the leader in the front. Angel grumbled.

“I’m so not in the mood for this.”

***

Gunn replaced the broadsword into the weapon’s cabinet, picking up a small knife and rubbing the cloth over its shiny surface. Cleaning weaponry relaxed him for some reason. Maybe it was to do with the fact that these weapons aided them in killing evil. And with just the swipe of a cloth, Gunn was able to erase the remnants of whatever big bad they had defeated, leaving the world without a trace of its ugly existence.

He put down the cloth when he heard the shuffling of feet behind him. He turned around swiftly but there was no one there.

“Hello?”

Nothing. He walked into the middle of the lobby, surprised to see that it was empty. Bits and pieces of Fred’s device were scattered all over the floor but the silence was ghostly. Then he heard that shuffle again and he turned around again, arms up in a defensive stance. This time he heard footsteps and he stood defiant, fists ready to tackle any attacker.

“Who’s there?”

A long, long leg, covered in a deliciously tight black leather, slid out from behind the wall, feet snugly encased in four inch black high heels. The foot danced slightly, almost teasing him. Gunn raised an eyebrow.

“Who’s that?”

The leg slowly revealed itself completely, along with the rest of the owner’s body. Gunn followed the low riding waist line, fabric so low it exposed the pointy bones of the pelvis. Gunn swallowed. Hard. His eyes were drawn up by the mesmerising rise and fall of the owner’s chest, woman’s chest he noticed, as breasts heaved in a leather bikini top, barely containing them. He glanced up to the face, the beautiful face of a woman with sparkling hazel eyes.

“C…Cordy?” Gunn stammered.

Cordelia simply nodded, a small tilt of her head, seductively running her tongue over her lips and strolling towards him. Gunn put his fists down and stood up straight.

“I thought you were out.”

“I came back.”

“Oh. Uh, Cordy…w…what are you doing?”

She was running her hands down his sleeves, then across his covered stomach, lifting the fabric before he could protest, feeling the warm skin underneath. Gunn sighed in pleasure before realising what he was doing and he jerked away from her, eyes widening in horror.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“I want you.”

“W…w…what???”

“You heard me. I want you up against that wall. I want you on the sofa. I don’t care where or why or how, I just want you. NOW.”

“C…Cordelia! What the hell’s the matter with you girl?” Gunn stuttered, backing up slightly. The look in her eyes was one of pure hunger, hunger so real that it almost came out and bit him. But she was an actress…

“Oh! Oh, I see! Yeah, very funny. Wes and Lorne put you up to this huh? Okay, alright, you got me, good, very funny, you scared me for a minute. Really.”

Cordelia looked thoroughly confused for a moment before she regained her bold stance and sauntered over to him again. Gunn didn’t move this time. He was so convinced it was a joke. But when she ran a soft hand over his cheek, that option went out the window.

“Don’t you want me?” She looked almost insecure for a moment and Gunn swallowed down the guilt. He removed her hand slowly and gave it a squeeze, using it to push her away slowly.

“C…Cordy, you’re a beautiful woman and I would be lying if I said I didn’t think you were HOT. But…you’re my friend. And Angel’s my friend. And he loves you too much. And I…”

“But you have a bigger axe.” She raised her eyebrows suggestively. Gunn’s jaw dropped.

“But he…”

“I don’t want to talk about him.” She came forward and Gunn’s eyes widened when he felt his back hit the wall.

“B…but…you and him…and I don’t want…”

“Oh, shut up.” She pressed her body against his so that he was sandwiched between her and the wall. “I know you want me.” She licked his chin and he shivered. “So take me.”

“B…but…anyone could walk in!” He protested.

She grinned wickedly. “So? Let em’.” Then she kissed him. Kissed him so hard he felt his teeth vibrate. Gunn struggled for a moment and then gave up, pulling her closer. He kissed her back with equal fervour, switching their positions so that she was backed against the wall.

She pulled at his shirt, grabbing the bottom and lifting it up and over his shoulders, leaving his mouth to encase his left nipple. He moaned, writhing against her as her tongue flicked over the small bud, sending delightful tingles through his nerves and into every part of his body, especially his crotch.

He pulled her up and captured her lips again, the idea that anyone could walk in on them at any time exciting him even more. There was a nagging feeling that this could destroy them, destroy Angel and Cordy and their family because he had an affair with the heart.

But hell, he didn’t initiate it.

He reached behind her, cupping the round globes of her ass and lifting her against him. She immediately wrapped her legs around him, groaning as she came into full contact with his hardness. His hands roamed her bare back and found the tie to the bikini, grabbing vainly at the knots, trying to undo them.

Suddenly she dropped her legs, pushing him away so hard that he stumbled slightly, managing to catch his balance before he tripped over. He looked up at her, eyes earlier filled with passion now tainted with confusion. Cordelia raised an elegant eyebrow and her smile was feral.

“I know what you’re thinking.”

Gunn gasped, jerking awake, scrambling up from the couch but tripping over his tangled feet, falling flat on his face on the lobby floor.

“Charles!”

He turned his head as Fred came rushing over to him, helping him up. He groaned as his jaw made a clicking sound and he clutched it in pain. He looked around, noticing that the lobby was exactly as it had been when he fell asleep.

Fred’s device was still on the floor. Angel and Cordy were still out. Gunn looked down to find worried brown eyes looking at him through planes of glass.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah girl, I’m fine.” He turned his face away from her, cheeks flaming red. He had been about to have sex with Cordelia. Cordelia. The most beautiful woman in the world. Who just happened to be one of his best friends. And who just happened to be the object of the Scourge of Europe’s affections.

Gunn swallowed guiltily. How the hell did that happen? It had seemed so real. So amazing. But to having this kind of dreams about a woman he considered a close friend was ridiculous. Sure, he was attracted to her, anyone with a penis who didn’t bend in the opposite direction would be. But that didn’t justify his fantasising about her.

He shook his head. Guilt flooded him at the risk he had been more than ready to take. Angel would’ve killed him. Hell, it would have killed Angel. Gunn sighed heavily, sitting down again and resting his head in his hands, muttering quietly to himself.

“Damn Lorne with his damn insightfulness.”

***

“Guys, can we do this another time? I’m really not in the mood.” Angel raised his hands and looked at the vampires, smiling almost apologetically.

“Yeah, and these heels are new.” Cordelia added, squeezing Angel’s hand tightly. His finger moved along her palm reassuringly.

One of the vampires, the leader, moved forward slightly, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “No can do pal. Now why don’t you piss off and let us have the fresh food?” He eyes Cordelia hungrily and she gave him a repulsed look. Angel glared at the vampire.

“She’s mine.” He growled.

“She won’t be for long.”

“You obviously don’t know who I am, do you?” Angel rolled his eyes dramatically and sighed. This seemed to agitate the vampire and he took another step forward. Angel pushed Cordelia behind him.

“Aw come on, didn’t your mother ever teach you to share?”

“I don’t share.” Angel ground out.

“Oh well. Too bad. We’ll just have to take her for ourselves then.” He clicked his fingers and Cordelia turned around, hearing something rustle behind her. Two more vampires appeared on Cordelia side and she turned around so that she was back to back with Angel.

“Eight.” She whispered.

“Oh, I’m so glad you’re good at math.” The leader grinned advancing on Angel. Angel struck out with his fist, cracking the vampires jaw and the sound rung through the sewer walls. The vampire landed on his back, groaning in agony.

“Get them!” He ordered.

The five vampires on Angel’s side rushed at them. Angel kicked a vampire in the face at the same time as punching another. He released the stakes hidden underneath his sleeves and slammed them into another two vampires’ chests. He grabbed another vampire as he came forward in a head butt and twisted his head, breaking his neck and turning him to dust.

Cordelia eyed the two facing her warily. One of them grinned, walking forward slowly and then abruptly stopping.

“Hey gorgeous.”

“I would say it back, but that would be lying.”

The vampire growled. “I will have you.”

“Pfft! Over my dead body!”

“That can be arranged.” He lunged forward. Cordelia caught him by surprise, lashing out with her shoe. She kicked out violently, the sharp edge of her shoe slamming into the vampire’s nose with such a force that he stumbled back. She kicked out again and jammed the three inch wooden heel into his chest, piercing his heart with the point. He screeched and turned into dust before her.

The other vampire looked at her in shock, a second before pouncing on her. Cordelia wasn’t prepared this time and they both went flying to the ground, rolling around on the dirty sewer floor.

“Oh, ew!” Cordelia screamed and elbowed the vamp but he wouldn’t let her up. He grabbed her arms and pinned her down, Cordelia bucking her hips in order to get him off her. But his hold was strong and the hip bucking seemed to excite him.

“Is that what you want, little girl?” He ran his hand over her chest, grabbing her arms and pinning them above her head.

“Get off me!” She screamed and kicked but he was too strong. Meanwhile, Angel was slammed into a wall as three vampires surrounded him. One punched him in the gut and he bent over in pain, vamping out and jerking back up again.

“Okay, that just pissed me off junior!” He spun around and kicked the vampire in the face, backhanding another as he turned. The third lunged at him and Angel pulled out a stake, slamming it into his chest, dusting him in mid air without blinking an eye. He kicked the vampire who was down in the gut.

“Yeah, hurts, doesn’t it?” He pulled him up and threw him into the wall, about to jump onto the remaining vampire when he heard Cordelia scream.

“Cordy.” He turned around and at the sight of the vampire astride Cordelia, rage filled him, bubbling up from his chest and into his very soul. He growled and ran, jamming a stake into the vampire’s back so viciously that the vampire whimpered and then exploded into dust.

Cordelia looked up as the vampire who was straddling her disappeared and she was left looking at Angel’s handsome face. He held out his hand and she took it, standing up and dusting off her clothes. Her shirt and pants were covered in dirt and slime and she grimaced. Angel lifted her chin, hand gently running along her face, concerned eyes locking with her own.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

Cordy smiled. “I’m fine. Did you dust the rest?”

Angel turned around and found that the last two vampires had fled the scene. He shook his head. “They’re gone.”

Cordelia looked over his shoulder. “Oh well…” She glanced at their filthy clothes. “Ew. Please remind me never to take a walk in the sewers again, kay?”

Angel looked guiltily at her, hand coming up to cup her cheek. “You belong in the sunlight.”

Cordelia raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I do, do I? Cos I don’t think so.” She snuggled into his arms and his own came around her involuntarily. She hugged him tightly. “I think I belong wherever you are. And if that’s in the sewers today, that’s okay. Cos tomorrow, it might just be the sunshine.”

Angel smiled against her hair, his heart lifting. He kissed her head once and then moved his hands up to palm her face, lifting it and circling her nose with his. He kissed her softly and then smiled.

“I love you.”

Cordelia grinned. “I love you too.”

His face lit up and she laughed, kissing his nose once and then taking his hand. “Come on, let’s go get clean. I’m in desperate need of a shower.”

Angel raised his eyebrows hopefully, letting himself be pulled by her. “Together?”

***

Lorne whistled to himself as he fixed his fourth seabreeze of the afternoon, Sinatra playing along in the background. He had finally fixed that damn radio and it was playing softly, melodious music drifting around the kitchen.

He placed the seabreeze down and rolled up his sleeves, flexing his wrists and getting comfortable. Angel and Cordy wouldn’t be back for a while and the lobby was getting dull without a drink. He lifted the glass and took another sip of the cool liquid, loving the way it rolled down his throat and soothed his entire being. He felt as though he was floating, every time he swallowed.

The clicking of fingers made him glance up and his eyes widened in surprise. Then in complete and utter horror.

“Brown eyes?”

Cordelia was dressed in a short glittery dress that just about reached her thighs, silver sparkling against the light. Around her neck was a bright pink feather boa, fluffy and soft, curling around her throat and leaking down her side. Her earrings were large silver hoops, so huge that they came down to her shoulders. Her hair was…big was putting it mildly. It was permed and curly and huge. Lorne was sure that it was at least four inches from her scalp. Her face was covered in make up, from the red lips to the mascara, to the blusher, to the eyeliner.

“C…Cordy, why are you dressed like that?”

She didn’t answer. Instead, she smiled and reached over, flipping the radio off with a long, elegant finger, leaving the room in silence. Then, from behind her, she pulled out a microphone. Lorne was too shocked to move or speak. Cordelia began to sing.

“The minute you walked in the joint…”

She kicked out a leg, a long, bare leg, due to the fact that there was zero material covering it. Lorne gulped.

“I could see you were a man of distinction…”

She wandered over, hips swaying in time to her singing. Then she stopped right in front of him, placing a warm hand on his leg.

“A real big…” She paused and glanced down at his crotch, smirking. Lorne snapped his knees together, “spender…”

“W…what…”

“Hey big spender! Speeeeend a little tiiiiime…with meeeee…” Her finger circled the rim of his glass, dipping in once and then bringing the wet tip up to her lips. She sucked it into her mouth, seductively, tongue rolling over the soft skin and slipping it out of her mouth with a small pop. Lorne gulped as she moved forward some more, settling the finger on his lips and blowing him a kiss.

“Cordy…”

“Ssh.” She commanded, running the finger over his lips and then up the slope of his nose and in between his eyes. Lorne felt as though he would faint from the sensation. He watched entranced as Cordelia’s tongue snaked out and wet her glossy red lips, her eyes promising him something he had never even dreamt of before. He shivered as she ran her fingertip over the graceful curve of his left horn.

“See something you like, sugar?” Cordelia murmured, as his eyes fluttered shut. She traced her finger back down again, all the way down his face and neck until it landed on a shirt button. She undid the button slowly and pressed her hand to his skin. His eyes flew open.

“What are you doing?”

“Undressing you.”

Lorne snapped out of whatever trance he was in and stood up, keeping her at a distance with a raised hand. “Cordelia…”

“Hmm?”

“You’re…you’re with Angel…”

“So?” She smiled at him.

Lorne looked horrified. “So?! So, we can’t do this…as…as much as I want to…”

“Well, I want to, too.” She interrupted him, grabbing his shirt and pulling him to her. Lorne squeaked. Cordelia ripped open his shirt, throwing the useless material to the floor. She traced the textured skin, finger running deliciously over each black bump, over crumpled green creases, over pink dusky pectorals. Lorne shuddered, and tried to push her away but found his arms betrayed him and he pulled her closer.

She kissed up his neck, biting down on his chin and finally finding his lips. She placed a soft kiss on his mouth and then attacked it, tongue delving in to investigate the unfamiliar skin, taste and texture. Lorne fisted his hands in her big hair, surprised that it still felt as soft as it looked originally, kissing her back and bending her over slightly, as though they were dancing.

When he brought her back up again, she laced her arms around his neck, one hand coming up to palm his face and then tickle his horn. Lorne chuckled and shivered, pulling her closer against him. He was backed against the fridge and she continued to kiss him, him kissing back as though his life depended on it.

Suddenly, she pulled away, rubbing her lips with the back of her hand and glaring at him. He stopped at her scowling face, his heart jumping in fear and guilt. Then she smirked, face slipping into an eerie, evil grin.

“I know what you’re thinking.”

“Aargh!!” Lorne jerked awake and turned swiftly, successfully toppling over the stool he was sitting on and sending him tumbling to the lobby floor. When he looked up, Gunn and Fred were looking at him as though he were mad.

In fact, Fred looked a little freaked. She looked over at Gunn and then at Lorne. Then back and forth between the two. Then down at herself. She shrugged.

“I guess I’m already on the floor.” She mumbled.

Gunn looked at Lorne. “You okay?”

Lorne glanced up nodding. He hurriedly got to his feet and put his head down on the counter again, taking a seat. He had just had a rather enjoyable fantasy about Cordelia. Brown eyes, Cordelicious, Cordelia. Angel’s Cordelia. Lorne banged his head against the counter. Why him? What did he ever do?

Cordelia had looked amazing. She had been his dream diva…that would explain why she was in his dream. He banged his head against the counter again. Guilt flooded through him, as did disturbance. Hell, if he thought green was her colour he would have bagged her a long time ago. But she was in love with Angel. She was Angel’s. His head hit the counter again.

And he was a demon. She was a human. Sure, he was gorgeous for his kind, at least he thought so, but she had made it perfectly clear that she didn’t want to look like him. And here he was fantasising about her. He banged his head against the counter and this time Gunn looked up in annoyance.

“Man, what’s the matter with you?”

Lorne turned around and waved him away with his hand. Wesley came out of his office, looking rather scruffy and tired but everyone else suspected it was from lack of rest while researching his new tome. Not from sleep itself.

“Was it hard?” Gunn asked. Wesley’s eyes widened and he jerked his head to Gunn’s. “W…what?”

Gunn rolled his eyes. “Was it hard? Finding this book thingy?”

Wesley swallowed. “Oh. Yes. Uh, no! No, it wasn’t hard. Not hard at all. In fact, anything but hard.” Gunn made a weird face and Wesley ignored him, walking over to Fred’s device. She grinned at him.

“It’s a catapult.”

“Aah.” Wesley acknowledged, smiling. “Looks deadly.”

Fred smiled at him, grateful that he was able to talk to her with ease again. If anything, she was just happy that he was on his way to forgiving himself. She’d help him get there…eventually.

Her thoughts were interrupted when the basement door opened and a very dishevelled looking Angel and Cordelia appeared, clothes slightly ripped in places and completely covered in dirt and grime. They looked like they’d been rolling around in it.

Fred raised her eyebrows, Wesley looked suspicious, Gunn just shook his head, muttering something about bunnies, and Lorne gave them a strange look. Cordelia’s jaw dropped when she received all the weird looks, immediately realising what they were thinking.

Her and Angel had barely been gone for a few hours. They could go without making out for that long! Well… And she most definitely would not have sex in the sewers! Cordelia smirked. That could also be debated.

She rolled her eyes when her friends didn’t stop staring. She sighed exasperatedly, throwing up her hands and then placing them on her hips, glaring accusingly. “I know what you’re thinking…”

Wesley choked, coughing to relieve whatever was stuck in his throat. Gunn turned a bright red and dropped his gameboy with a clatter, fumbling for it without looking up. Lorne’s seabreeze shot out through his nose, spraying everywhere. He coughed and hit his chest a few times.

Angels’ eyes widened and he glanced at Cordelia, who was looking at the men, just as stunned as he was. He reared his gaze to Fred, who just looked confused. Cordelia opened her mouth to question their behaviour but the guys beat her to it.

“I uh, I have to go to my…office! Yes, office…because there’s a tome…” Wesley trailed off, running towards his retreat.

“I’m just gonna…go to the bathroom!” Without waiting for a response, Gunn ran around the corner and slammed the bathroom door behind him.

“I should really get back to uh, to…Caritas! My club, Caritas…gotta go!” Lorne ran through the doors of the Hyperion, grabbing his coat on the way out without looking back, leaving a gaping Cordy, Angel and Fred staring after him. No one said anything for a moment. They were too dumbfounded to speak. Then Cordelia broke the silence.

“Was it something I said?”

The End

Gabriella

Posted July 4, 2015 by califi in Complete

Great Minds. 12a   1 comment

***

“Yes alright. Absolutely. Thank you very much. I will. Yes, goodbye.” Wesley put the phone down smiling. “Cheque’s in the mail.”

Gunn gave him a thumbs up from his seat on the couch and Fred smiled. Lorne just grunted. Wesley turned to the stairs. “When do you think they’re going to come down?”

Gunn smirked. “Uh, that’s a tough one Wes. Let me think…never?”

Fred giggled. “Come on Wes, they’ve been through hell for the past few days. It’s only natural that they want to catch up on lost time.”

“What I saw down there didn’t look like lost time.” Wesley grumbled, colouring slightly.

Gunn grinned and put down his gameboy. “You know you enjoyed it.”

Wesley’s head shot up and he narrowed his eyes at Gunn, the blush now glaringly evident on his face. “I most certainly did not!” he sputtered.

Gunn’s grin widened. “Really? I dunno English…you’ve always had a thing for Cordy…”

Lorne snorted. “Oh and you haven’t?”

Gunn glanced over at him. “W…what?”

Lorne rolled his eyes and gave Fred a knowing look. She smiled. Wesley looked relieved to be out of the spotlight and Gunn just looked in shock at the implication. “I don’t have a thing for Cordy!”

“Uh huh, you keep telling yourself that sugarplum.”

“I don’t!”

“Sure.”

“Lorne!”

“I believe you.”

“I do not have a thing for her! If anyone has a thing for her it’s you!” Lorne’s eyes widened and he looked at Gunn who was pointing an accusing finger. Wesley looked slightly disgusted.

“What are you talking about?”

“Yeah, yeah, skip the innocent look, aura boy. What’s with all the name callin’ huh? Cordelicious and brown eyes and kitten and sugarplum and all those other things you call her!”

“They’re just nicknames!”

“Uh huh. Sure, you keep tellin’ yourself that Lorne.”

“Hey! That’s my line!”

“Guys…” Fred tried to cut in.

“I believe he has a point Gunn.” Wesley interrupted. “Those are just nicknames. Lorne calls me sugarplum.”

Gunn made a face. “Yeah, I don’t even wanna know what’s goin’ on there.”

“Christ Gunn, must you make everything sound dirty?”

“At least I don’t make everything sound British!”

“What the bloody hell is wrong with sounding British?”

“Nothing. If you’ve got a giant stick up your ass.”

“Oh!”

“Guys, stop!” Fred tried once again to intercede but failed miserably.

“Don’t you listen to him sugarplum, I adore your accent.” Lorne smiled at Wes.

“Oh, I’m sure you do.” Gunn muttered. Lorne cut him a sharp glance.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing…”

“You’re just jealous.” Wes mumbled. But Gunn heard.

“Of what exactly?”

“Cos he kissed Cordelicious in high school and you didn’t.”

Gunn looked at Lorne incredulously. “You call that a kiss? From what Cordy says, he kissed like a fish and drooled on her chin.”

“I don’t…” Wes started.

“And there you go callin’ her Cordelicious again!” Gunn shouted. “What’s up with that, huh?”

“I’ll call her what I like, pimple.”

“Pimple?!”

“Guys, please…” Fred was beginning to feel invisible.

“I’m getting a headache.” Wesley massaged his temples. Gunn turned to face him.

“There you go using that I am superior tone again!”

“I wasn’t…Gunn, stop being an arse.”

“I ain’t the one being an ass, English. Go look in the mirror.”

“Piss off.”

“You piss off.”

“Oh, that was mature.” Lorne smirked.

“You know Lorne, your little names do tend to get slightly tedious once in a while.” Wesley said. Lorne’s jaw dropped in outrage.

“I was on your side, fish lips!”

Wesley’s mouth opened and closed in shock several times. Gunn snorted. “See? He even looks like a fish.”

Lorne grinned. “And somehow he’s the only one who got to kiss her.”

Gunn glanced over. “Didn’t you once refer to Cordelia as hot-o-rama?” Lorne’s eyebrows shot up and he gulped. Gunn smirked.

Wesley glared at him. “Gunn, just yesterday you were saying that if she threatened you with sexual assault, you wouldn’t refuse!”

“And you’re always flirting.” Lorne added.

“I am not!” Gunn shouted loudly. Fred tried to interrupt again.

“Come on guys…”

“Yes you are.”

“I do not flirt with Cordelia!”

“Oh Gunn, please! What with the tickling and the teasing and the laughing…”

“Oh right, cos laughing with your friends is a sure sign of flirting.” Gunn said sarcastically. “At least I don’t stick my axe into walls.”

Wesley glowered. “Probably because it isn’t big enough to make any impact!”

Gunn’s jaw dropped. “Ah, hello? Gunn’s axe? This is Wesley. You’re black!” Sarcasm dripped from his tone.

“That’s surprisingly logical.” Lorne added.

“Shut up!” Wes and Gunn yelled at the same time.

“Wanker.” Wes said.

“Ass pansy”

“Stop bloody calling me that!”

“No. Ass pansy.”

“GUYS!” Fred screamed. Her voice echoed around the Hyperion, walls literally shaking with the assault. The three men winced. Women didn’t need muscle. They had a much better weapon. One hell of a powerful set of lungs.

“Stop it! You know what I think? I think you’re all a little bit in love with her!”

Three pairs of eyes looked at her, wide and shocked. Fred sucked in a breath and gave them a sympathetic look as their faces fell and the truth hit them full force. “Hell, even I’m a little bit in love with her.” She shrugged.

Wesley lowered his gaze and fiddled with his glasses, taking them off and cleaning them. Gunn slumped down on the sofa, defeated and disbelieving. Lorne picked up his seabreeze and downed it. Fred looked at the three of them, as realisation and acceptance dawned on their faces. Gunn let out a breath.

“Jesus…”

“You can say that again.” Wesley said.

“I don’t…I don’t know what to say.” Lorne chimed in.

Fred’s mouth pulled into a frown. “Guys, come on. You’re not ‘in love’ in love with her. Just a little bit. And that’s okay. Because from the time I’ve spent with Cordelia…she’s easy to fall in love with. She’s beautiful, she’s caring, she’s strong, she’ has the ability to light up a room…she’s got one of the most wonderful hearts of anyone I know.” Fred sighed. “She’s Cordy.”

Gunn rested his head against the back of the couch, breathing hard. Then he looked over at Wesley.

“I’m sorry for calling you British.”

Wesley gave him a look.

“I mean…I mean, I’m sorry for sayin’ what I said. I didn’t mean it.”

Lorne held up his hand. “And I’m sorry for the fish lips comment.”

Despite himself, Wesley smiled. “Yes well, I’m sorry for suddenly turning on you.” Then he turned to Gunn. “And I’m sorry for implying that you had…a small…axe.”

Gunn shrugged. “No problem. I know I don’t. And uh…sorry about the gay thing.” Wesley and Lorne jerked their heads towards him. “I mean, I don’t think you’re gay. It’s just…sugarplum is a bit…”

“Disconcerting?” Wesley supplied.

“Hey!” Lorne cried.

“I was gonna say freaky, but that’ll do.” Gunn smiled affectionately at his friend. “I’ve outdone you again, haven’t I?”

“Yes.” Wesley grinned.

“Who’s Gunn done?” Cordelia’s voice drifted down the stairs. Four heads swivelled in her direction. Lorne panicked.

“Uh, Brown eyes, how long have you been standing there?”

Cordelia shrugged. “I just came down. So, who’s Gunn doing? Done, whatever.”

Wesley cleared his throat. “No one. He said ‘outdone’, not done.”

“Oh. And here I was thinking you actually had a sex life.” Cordelia winked at Gunn, her face lighting up in a smile. Gunn felt something inside him pull a little but he ignored it. Instead, he gave her the finger. Fred gasped.

“Sorry, sorry.” Gunn muttered, ducking his head at the disapproving look she sent his way.

Wesley sighed, taking a seat. “Where’s Angel?”

“Taking a shower.” Cordelia answered, without looking up from the files she was putting away. “Why?”

“No reason. Just wondering.” Long pause. “You didn’t happen to have a vision, did you?”

This time Cordelia did look up. “No. Why?”

“No reason. Just…”

“Wesley!”

“Christ! What?” He jumped when she yelled.

Cordelia raised an eyebrow. “What’s up?”

“He’s bored.” Gunn answered for his friend. “We all are. No cases, no visions, no demons who need an ass kicking. Nuthin’.”

Cordelia rolled her eyes. “Be grateful.”

“I ain’t. I wanna use my new axe.”

Everyone groaned at that. Gunn simply smiled sweetly and went back to playing his gameboy. A few moments later, Angel came down the stairs. He slapped Cordelia’s butt as he went past her and she squeaked, throwing a pen at him. Lorne rolled his eyes.

“What’s up Wes? What’s the plan? What’s the…”

“Nothing Angel. There’s nothing to do other than sit around and mope about the fact that there’s nothing to do. The demons and evil beings of LA seem to have gone into hibernation for today.”

Angel frowned. “Oh.”

“Oh, come on!” Cordelia threw her hands up and walked over, grabbing Angel’s arm. “A day to relax and you people are complaining? Why don’t we go do something fun? Like the movies? Or a walk…” She looked at the sunlight streaming in through the doors of the Hyperion, “…in the sewers.”

Wesley grimaced and Angel looked down guiltily. Cordelia squeezed his hand and smiled reassuringly. She turned to Fred.

“Wanna come?”

Fred looked up. “Um, well…I’m kinda working on this thing…” Cordelia followed Fred’s finger down to a strange device that looked like something between a toaster and a slingshot. She frowned.

“So, that would be a no?”

“Yup.”

“Okay. Gunn?”

“No, I have a date with Lara.”

“Who?”

Gunn held up his gameboy. “Croft.”

“Oh. Wes?”

“No thank you. I should probably get researching on that new tome that I want to buy. Not particularly keen on the sewers anyway.”

“Riiight. Lorne?”

“I’m drinking myself into depression, sweetie. Can’t be interrupted.”

Cordelia grimaced at the four of them and then rolled her eyes again. She pulled Angel towards the basement door. “Well, we’ll be back in a bit. You losers enjoy your sad, pathetic little lives, kay?”

“Yup.”

“See ya.”

“Thank you.”

“Toodles.”

Cordelia glared and then dragged Angel through the basement door, slamming it after her.

***

Wesley sat in his office, table hidden underneath dozens of large books that had permanently taken residence there. His temples throbbed and papers were scattered messily around the room, giving him a further headache at the idea of having to clear them up.

He removed his glasses and cleaned them, throwing them onto the table and rubbing his forehead with his hand. He heard footsteps outside his door but paid no attention to them. The footsteps seemed to get closer though, and soon they were right outside his door. Then they stopped. Wesley looked up.

The door opened and Wesley was able to see a blur of exquisite redness. He grabbed his glasses from the table and put them on in order to see more clearly. A woman stood in his doorway. A woman with short brown hair that had been pulled into an elegant clip at the back of her head. Diamond earrings dangled from her ears, a matching choker around the sleek column of her throat.

Her dress was a deep red and sleeveless, the neckline plunging to entice him with a glimpse of breast, leaving the rest to his imagination. The slit at the bottom of the gown came up to her thigh, revealing more delectable skin, creamy and smooth in appearance. She smiled discreetly, the corners of her mouth quirking up slightly.

“Cordelia?” Wesley asked, shock preventing him from speaking earlier.

The woman sauntered up to him, hips swaying slowly, captivatingly. Wesley found his eyes drawn to them, then down her long, long legs to the very heel of her foot, contained in strappy red sandals. He glanced up at her and she bent down, neckline plummeting dangerously low as she spoke to him, warm breath on his face.

“Hi there.”

“What are you doing here? I thought you went with Angel…”

“Are you busy?” she interrupted him.

“Well…I…”

“Because, I was hoping you and I could spend some quality time together.” She winked at him, hand running slowly down his chest. Wesley shivered. She gently took hold of the lapels of his shirt and jerked him up till he was inches from her face.

“Kiss me.”

“What?”

“Kiss me.” She repeated.

But I…”

“I want you to kiss me, Wesley. You were always a great kisser.”

Wesley blinked at that, unsure as to whether he had just imagined it or whether she was being sarcastic. But there was no sarcasm in her voice, or in her eyes. Just lust. He gulped.

“Well, Cordelia…”

“Do you not want to kiss me?” She raised a threatening eyebrow.

“Well…I…of course, but…”

She silenced him, quickly placing her lips on his and ravaging his mouth, not giving him a chance to protest. And Wesley found he didn’t want to. His arms went around her and he kissed her back, moaning at the taste of her, at the delicious smell of her and the sensations of having her so close, so intimately.

She turned them so that she was pressed between him and the side of the desk. His hands ran up and down her arms, clumsily, but she didn’t seem to mind. Instead, she grabbed a hand and placed it on her left breast. Wesley jerked away but she kept him close, lips greedily devouring him. The she pulled away and he moaned at the loss.

“Are these books important?” She asked, pointing to the litter on his desk. Wesley swallowed. Those were tomes, centuries old and worth millions of dollars, beautifully preserved and stocked full with valuable information on demons and prophecies and the forces of good and evil.

“No.” He answered.

“Good.” She placed both hands on one edge and then abruptly moved them along the surface of the desk, pushing books forcefully off the table as her hands ran under them. Wesley winced at every thud that sounded as a book met with the hard ground but when Cordelia turned around and planted herself on the desk, pulling him over her and kissing him again, all thoughts of books and their apparent importance flew out of his head. She jerked up his shirt, pulling it over his head, hands roaming his chest. His own hand slid down the strap on one side of her dress, exposing soft, bronze skin.

She unbuckled his trousers, pulling the belt out of the loop and yanking the zipper down. Wesley squeaked into her mouth as he felt her grab the top of his boxers and jerk those down too. He was hard as a rock, and visibly so.

Suddenly, Cordelia pulled away, breathing heavily, chest pushing up slightly against his so that he gave her room to lean up on her elbows. Wesley stared at her, curious as to why she had stopped her delightful assault. She opened her mouth to speak, smirking.

“I know what you’re thinking.”

Wesley jerked his head up, snapping out of his daydream, coffee spilling onto his table. He looked down at the tome he had fallen asleep on and then up at his door. It was wide open. Through it, he could see Fred practicing with her newest weaponry device, crouching on the floor and peeking at it from over her glasses.

He glanced around. No sign of the lady in red.

Wesley gulped, leaning back in his chair, sipping his coffee. He felt slightly guilty after looking at Fred. His feelings for her were still fresh and painful and unclear. And of course, Cordelia belonged to and with somebody else.

Somebody else who just happened to be one of his best friends. He let out a heavy breath, shuddering at the memory of her touch.

He’d always considered Cordelia his best friend, a sister almost, but he’d be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t attracted to her. She was the most beautiful woman he knew. And not just because she was gorgeous.

But to be having this kind of dream about her…He gulped again, breathing heavily and raising a hand to his sweaty forehead.

“Well, that was surreal.”

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Posted July 4, 2015 by califi in Complete

Great Minds. 12   1 comment

Part 12

Angel grunted, half awake, half asleep, throwing his arm out over the double mattress, completely covering it with his body like the bed hog he was. His hand opened wide and he felt around for the covers.

Unable to make a successful discovery for the blankets, he began to search for warm, soft skin, growling lightly when he couldn’t find any. He turned, squinting open one eye and lying on his side, glaring at the bathroom door.

Seconds later, Cordelia emerged from it, wrapped in a sheet blatantly stolen from the bed. She smiled at his pouting expression and sat down on the edge.

“You stole the covers.” Angel whined.

“You stole the bed!” Cordelia retorted, rolling her eyes and motioning to the way his body was sprawled over her half. She made a move to get up but Angel’s hand shot out and grabbed her arm and he groaned.

“Come back to bed.”

Cordelia smirked. “Are you sure there’s room for me? What with your fat ass…”

She felt a rush of wind and then she was under him. In the blink of an eye he had managed to pull her from a semi standing position to a completely horizontal one. And there was no way of escape. Cordy looked up into her lover’s eyes, glowing golden as he glared at her.

“Stop calling me fat.” He ground out.

Cordelia grinned, pulling an arm out of his grip and pinching his cheek. “Can I call you chubby?”

Angel growled, leaning up slightly. “No.”

“Flabby?”

“NO!”

“Large?”

“Depends what area you’re referring to.”

Cordelia laughed and leaned up, giving him a smacking great kiss on the lips and then attempted to dislodge herself from underneath him. Angel was like a heavyweight and she couldn’t lift herself up from below him, no matter how hard she tried.

“Angel…”

“Maybe this being fat is a good thing.” He grinned wickedly, kissing her cheek, then her sunspot, then down her neck, his hands on her hips refusing to let her up.

“Pfft, I don’t think you’re fat. Let me up.”

“Then why do you keep saying it?”

“I’m just joking with you Broods! Come on, let me up, I’m hungry.”

Angel smirked, head still under her chin. “Wonder why…”

Cordelia struggled one last time before giving up and collapsing against the mattress, one hand winding itself through Angel’s hair, the other stroking down the length of his spine. He shivered slightly against her and she sighed.

“You’re a big bully, ya know?”

“Hmm. But you still love me.”

Cordelia smiled softly. “Yeah. That I do.” She leaned down slightly and kissed his forehead, fingers still running through his hair. Angel purred into her neck, shifting slightly so that he was more comfortable. Muscles flexed under her fingers as they restlessly roamed his back, fingernails drawing patterns into his skin. She massaged his shoulders gently and Angel groaned, pushing her further into the mattress.

“Okay, Angel, becoming flat-chested due to a clingy vamp really isn’t in this season.” The vampire only grunted and buried his face deeper into her neck, suckling softy at her skin, leaving a mark. Cordelia moaned at the sensation, momentarily forgetting about being squashed.

“Angel…”

Suddenly he leaned up and Cordelia gasped, sucking in a lungful of air, her arms slightly elevated because they were still attached to various parts of him. Angel raised himself up on an elbow and looked down at her, not saying a word, just staring. Cordelia smiled uneasily, blinking once or twice at the intense look in his eyes.

“What?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he lifted a finger and touched her forehead, dragging it down the centre of her face, tracing the skin between her eyebrows, her nose, even as it scrunched up in confusion, her plump red lips, her chin, down past her neck and finally settling at the hollow of her throat. He pushed gently against the skin, fascinated by the way it dipped in between her breastbone, mesmerised by the regressing curve of the slope on either side.

“Angel, what are you doing?” Frustration and annoyance edged her tone and Angel simply quirked an eyebrow, not looking at her but lowering himself once again, tongue slipping out to dip itself in the hollow. The taste of her hit him full force and he moaned, biting down tenderly while Cordy’s hands caressed his hair and she whispered his name.

“Screw that.” She murmured. “I don’t care what you’re doing, just keep doing it.”

Angel smiled into her skin, kissing the slope once again before dipping his nose into it, taking a deep breath. His mouth watered as the smell of her, the true essence of Cordelia Chase, filled his nostrils and plunged into his soul, leaving him craving more of everything that was her.

Angel left that delicious spot, lips roaming lazily up the column of her throat, over the hickey he had given her, over the pulse point that beat rapidly as he approached, over her chin and finally hovering above her lips. He kissed her once before smiling.

“We should really get dressed.” His lips nestled against hers.

“Yeah.” Cordelia sighed softly into his mouth as he kissed her once more.

“Wes probably needs us.” He kissed her again.

“Mmm hmm.” Cordy agreed, lips opening underneath his.

“I should go for a shower.” Another kiss.

“I should go…” Kiss, “do paperwork.” More kissing.

“I just can’t…” His tongue traced her lower lip, “seem to…” Kiss, “get away.”

Cordelia brought the fingers that were smoothing down his back up to his hair and fisted both hands in the thick strands, pulling him down firmly against her lips, shutting them both up. Angel devoured her lips, fingers winding themselves in her luscious brown hair as his tongue battled with hers, exploring every nook and cranny of her mouth as though he didn’t already know it by heart.

Cordelia felt the unconcealed evidence of his arousal pressing into her stomach and with a quirk of her lips, she ran one hand down his back and over his ass, then over his hip and through the scratchy hair she found there. Angel’s hips jerked against her and he pulled away, eyes widening in shock.

Cordelia held his surprised look, unflinching and amused. She closed her hand around him and he gasped, hands coming up on either side of him to support his weight as he raised himself on his arms.

“Cordy…” it was more of a squeak than anything else but Cordelia decided not to rib him about that. Instead, she simply raised an eyebrow.

“I…what…God.” He groaned and shuddered as she ran her hand along his length, tracing the vein on the underside with her nail. “Please…”

She pressed the tip with her thumb and he groaned, arms shaking under his weight as well as the pressure that raced through his body at her divine assault. His eyes closed in ecstasy and he eased himself down again, resting his chest against hers. Cordelia used the hand that was still in his hair to pull his face towards her, kissing his cheek, his jaw, anywhere she could reach, nipping softly at the cool skin. She traced the outside of his ear with her tongue, biting the lobe.

Angel growled, turning his face and kissing the living daylights out of her, bringing his hands down to her waist and turning them over quickly so that she was on top. When he released her lips, she leaned up slowly, hand still firmly closed around him. Angel was breathing. Heavily. The sight made her smile and she grinned at him, winking mischievously.

“How you doin’ down there?”

His response came out in a half growl, half groan. “You’re torturing me.”

Her grin widened and she lowered herself slightly so that she was sitting on his thighs. Angel’s eyes flew open and he tried to sit up but she squeezed him gently and he crumpled back down on the bed, eyes rolling back in his head.

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t”

“Yes I…” Groan, “do.”

“Well, I’ll just have to change that, won’t I?” Cordelia bent down, smiling seductively and sucked the tip, one hand grabbing Angel’s hips when they bucked into her. She traced the vein again with her finger and this time let her tongue follow the trail. When she had done that, her tongue traced back down the length and blunt teeth dragged along the erect organ, progressing back towards the tip.

“Cordy…Jesus…stop.”

Yeah, like that was gonna make any difference. Actually… Cordelia smirked and straightened, hands and lips releasing him, arms folded firmly across her chest. Angel whined and looked up.

“What happened?”

“You told me to stop.”

“I…I didn’t mean it!”

“Then why did you say it?”

“I was…I was…joking!”

Cordelia bit back her smile, holding her ground. “Well, I didn’t find it very funny. It completely put me off.”

“I…but….” Angel sputtered. Expressing himself was hard enough. Expressing himself while totally aroused was even harder. He outwardly winced at the involuntary pun.

“Sorry Angel.” She made a move to get up. “I’m gone.”

Angel jumped up, grabbing her waist and eliciting a surprised yelp from her. He placed her down on his lap and cupped her face.

“I…I’m sorry.”

Cordelia’s lip trembled as she tried to contain her amusement. Angel didn’t seem to notice. Instead he found her hands and intertwined them with his own, looking down almost shyly.

“I didn’t really want you to stop. Unless…unless you mind doing it. But you’ve done it before…”

He was cut off because Cordelia laughed, her body shaking lightly against him, hands coming up to palm his face as her lips descended on his. A thoroughly confused Angel wrapped his arms around her as she deepened the kiss, her arms coming around his neck and squeezing slightly. When she pulled away she was biting her lip, her expression one of adoration and guilt. Angel raised his eyebrows in uncertainty at her poorly contained amusement.

“Cordy?”

“I love you.” She grinned at him, one hand cupping his cheek. Angel’s face immediately lit up with that gorgeous smile, the one he only reserved for her. Cordelia laughed and kissed him again, snuggling against him as his hands caressed her spine.

“Cordy?”

“Hmm?”

“I…I love you too but, um…I’m still…well we were kinda…” he stuttered and Cordelia sat up again, eyes sparkling. She raised an eyebrow innocently.

“What are you trying to say, Angel?” Knowing perfectly well what he was trying to say. Angel gulped and looked down.

“Well…I…you were…”

“Spit it out!” There was a palpable edge of hilarity in her words and Angel’s head jerked up, realisation dawning on his face. Cordelia could just see the light bulb flashing above his dim little head.

“You…you are such a minx!” He made a grab for her but Cordelia had already leapt off his lap, screeching as he charged after her, rounding the bed and running backwards and forwards across the room, cutting corners and vaulting over chairs and sofas in his efforts to reach her.

At one point they were on opposite sides of the bed, darting from left to right in order to either run away or catch up. Cordelia was still holding the sheet to her body, which slowed her down considerably, but she still managed to escape Angel’s hands when he lunged across the covers and onto her side, running through the French doors and taking cover behind the sofa.

She was deliriously happy, seriously panicked, incredibly aroused and feverishly excited. And she loved it. She loved the fact that Angel could make her experience so much through something so small and juvenile. Her stomach tingled as he approached, a cockiness and a hunger in his eyes, very reminiscent of Angelus. But there was a warmth there that was unable to conceal his beautiful soul.

He stalked towards her like a predator, sleek and graceful and sexy and dangerous and naked… She was beautiful prey. Angel wanted to look terrifying but he couldn’t stop grinning. She did this to him, made him smile as though it was the easiest thing in the world. And he loved her for it.

“You are so gonna get it.”

“Talk, talk, talk Angel.” She smirked, mimicking his words from the previous day. He grinned wolfishly, running his tongue over his teeth, seemingly mesmerising her with his eyes. Then he pounced.

Cordelia shrieked, running in the opposite direction, shivering when she felt the brush of his hands against her back. She turned her head quickly to see where he was. Big mistake. A split second later, Angel was on her, arms around her waist, slamming her into the wall. He cushioned the blow by grabbing the back of her head with one hand, preventing the cement from cracking her skull.

Cordelia squealed half with excitement, half with delight, when she came face to face with a pair of yellow eyes and a gigantic grin that flashed slightly extended white, shiny teeth. She grinned herself, hands resting lightly on his biceps.

“You’re getting slow, old man.” She giggled when he growled, pushing his body even further into hers. It was an attempt to be intimidating but it only succeeded in arousing the two of them even more.

“Old huh?” His tongue snaked across her lips and she moaned. “You want me to show you how old I really am?”

“How do you plan on doing that?” Cordelia gasped when his hand brushed a covered nipple.

“Oh, I don’t know…” He bit her neck gently, leaning up to capture her lips. He touched her cheek, thumb tenderly skimming across the silky skin. He kissed her nose, then her forehead, then the crown of her head.

“Angel?” It was barely above a whisper.

“Hmm?”

“I want you.”

He smiled, eyes locking with hers, even as she blushed slightly. “Cordy?”

She glanced up at him from underneath her lashes.

“Drop the sheet.”

She did.

He kissed her then, hands tracing small circles on her belly, igniting the fires in her womb yet again. His kisses were faster now, more rushed, yet just as loving, as though he was desperately trying to absorb her into his soul and never let her go. Her arms came up and went around his shoulders, holding on for dear life when he hoisted her up, strong arms on her waist, wrapping her legs around his hips.

And still he kissed her, desperately, passionately, beautifully, even as she reached in between them and guided him into her, gasping when he filled her and squeezing her eyes shut in pleasure. She pulled away to breathe but he hardly gave her any time to before his lips were on hers again, head tilting slightly, changing the angle of the kiss but never the meaning behind it.

He thrust into her, swallowing every moan and relishing every caress, every touch, every breath, every emotion. Her tongue duelled with his in a battle he didn’t mind losing and he kissed her just as fiercely, fingers twirling short strands of her dark hair, breathing in the fragrance of her.

Her hands came down and she cupped his ass, pushing him further into her, making them both moan into the other’s mouth. Angel traced the tattoo on the small of her back, embracing her body closer to his. She threw her head back recklessly when his fingers circled a nipple, running the pads around it delicately until it became a taut peak.

Angel diverted his lips from her neck to the hollow of her throat and then to the valley between her breasts, running his tongue flatly over the nipple that wasn’t being sweetly tormented by his hand. Cordelia whimpered and pulled him up, kissing him hard, hips still thrusting constantly and frantically. She bit down viciously on his bottom lip and he shuddered, felt the tremors shoot through his body as the orgasm washed over him and he spilt his seed into her welcoming body.

He thrust against her again, pushing her towards the edge, leaning down and suckling hard on one nipple until her head flew back and hit the wall and her mouth opened and she screamed his name loud enough for the entire hotel to hear. Fortunately, there were only four occupants or visitors currently in the hotel. Unfortunately, they were people who Angel and Cordelia would undoubtedly have to face when they went downstairs.

Cordelia whimpered and her body shook slightly, forehead coming to rest against Angel’s, arms limply falling around his neck in an effort to remain upright. Angel’s strong arms held her, never letting her fall, slowly withdrawing from her body and cradling her against his chest. He walked over to the bed and gently sat down so that she was seated sideways in his lap.

“Cordy?”

“Hmm?”

“We should really get dressed and go downstairs.”

“Hmm.”

“Cordy?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you.”

A small smile graced her lips. “I love you too.”

Silence. Then, “Cordy?”

“Hmm?”

“You don’t think I’m that old, right?”

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Posted July 4, 2015 by califi in Complete

Great Minds. 11   1 comment

Part 11

Gunn jerked his head up. “What the hell was that?”

Fred looked at him, eyes wide, false innocence all but strangling her answer. “Um…what was what?”

Lorne glanced towards the basement door, then over at Gunn. “Sounded like someone screaming.”

Curious chocolate brown eyes met suspicious crimson ones and sudden understanding dawned. They both turned around and stared at Fred.

Fred gave a small, sheepish smile and shrunk back. “What?”

***

“Oh my God! MY EYES! My bloody eyes!” Wesley screamed out, turning quickly, facing the wall.

Cordelia scrambled out of Angel’s arms and grabbed her discarded top from the floor, her face reddening. Angel reluctantly let her go, hands flying up to straighten his shirt.

“Wesley…”

“No! I don’t want to hear it! What part of ‘Stay in separate rooms’ did you not understand???” Wesley ground out, his face a deep crimson, still facing the wall as though desperately trying to avoid looking at the couple he had seen writhing against the wall seconds before.

“But…”

“Christ Cordelia, I’d expect this from you but Angel! Good God man, ever heard of restraint?”

“Ever heard of knocking?” Cordelia muttered, glaring over at Angel when he sshed her, shaking his head.

“Well I was hoping to find Angel training! Alone! I didn’t expect to walk in on…on…on what I walked in on, did I?” Wesley finally turned around giving Angel and Cordy both a disappointed look that made them duck their heads in embarrassment and look anywhere else but at him.

“Sorry.” Angel said quietly.

Wesley softened slightly, glad that they were acknowledging that they were wrong. He felt slightly guilty for coming down on them so hard. He could understand. After all, they both loved each other excessively and the fact that they both looked the way they did didn’t escape him either.

“Well…good. I…I’m sorry too. I’m just concerned for your welfare.”

Angel nodded, remaining silent.

“And, I realise I tend to overreact a little on occasion…”

Cordelia snorted and Wesley glared at her.

“Yes, thank you Cordelia. Well. Since you’re both now clothed and decent…” he cleared his throat and coloured. “Let’s get this curse out of you so that we can all maintain our sanities, hmm?”

Angel smiled at his friend. “You translated it?”

Wesley raised an eyebrow. “Yes. I did it as soon as we got back. Then I came to get you…” he trailed off, blushing furiously. Cordelia couldn’t help but laugh, despite the fact that she was incredibly embarrassed.

The situation was just hilarious. It was like the older brother she never had busting her and her horny boyfriend. She cracked up.

Both Angel and Wes looked at her like she was mad. “So, this curse lifting thing is sounding good.” Angel said, glancing over at Wes and then back at the hysterical girl next to him.

“Uh…yes. I’ll give you two a moment to gather yourselves.” Wes said cautiously as he ran up the stairs. Neither Angel nor Cordy saw the small grin on his face as he went.

***

“Girl, you were meant to keep her in your room!” Gunn exclaimed. Lorne nodded enthusiastically.

“She threatened me with sexual assault!” Fred said, desperately trying to defend herself, looking hopefully at Lorne for support.

Gunn grinned and raised his eyebrows suggestively. “And you said no?”

“Really Gunn, I don’t believe Fred or Lorne asked to hear your explicit fantasies about Cordelia.” Wesley said smiling as he came through the basement door.

“I’m sorry.” Fred said guiltily.

Wes smiled warmly at her. “Not to worry. I should have known Cordelia would have wormed her way out of that room somehow.”

Lorne grinned. “She’s quite persuasive our little Cordelicious, isn’t she?”

Gunn shook his head. “When she wants something? Hell, it’ll take Satan himself to stop her. And even then, I don’t think he could. She’d probably trick him into condemning himself or something.”

Wesley laughed fondly and then remembered the matter at hand. “Right well, Lorne, I need you to draw a circle over here.” He pointed at a spot in the lobby. “Fred, could you hold this?” He gave her the crystal. “And Gunn. Hold this.” Gunn wrinkled up his nose when Wesley handed him some herbs.

“This smells like crap by the way.”

Wesley frowned. “Well, they don’t usually perfume them Gunn.”

“The way these smell? They damn well should.” Gunn retorted, holding the herbs as far away from him as possible. Then he glanced over at Fred with a glint in his eye. “I still can’t believe you said no.”

***

“Cordy?” Angel touched her shoulder tentatively. “Cordy? You’re scaring me.”

Cordelia was still laughing. She was bent over, clutching at her stomach because it hurt from laughing so hard. Angel looked at her half worriedly, half amusedly, touching her other shoulder with his free hand. “Cordy?”

She straightened suddenly and buried herself in his arms. Instinctively, Angel’s arms went around her and he rested his chin on the crown of her head. She shook slightly, still recovering from hysterical laughter and then looked up at him.

“Aah, that was funny.” She brought one hand up, wiping tears from her eyes. “I just…Wesley’s face!” she snorted, then sobered. But there was still a twinkle in her eye. So…wanna go get de-cursed?

“I don’t know.” Angel grinned, squeezing her slightly. I kinda like it here.

Cordelia smiled, rolling her eyes and then bringing both arms around his neck. “Me too. But…” she grinned suggestively, one arm coming down, fingers tracing his bottom lip. “The sooner it’s done…ah!” she jerked back her finger when he tried to bite it. Dumbass…“the sooner we can…” she winked at him, pulling away and stumbling slightly when he refused to loosen his hold.

“The sooner we can what?” Angel leered, lowering his mouth to hers.

Cordy grinned. “Well, if you don’t know then I don’t wanna do it with you!” Angel kissed her soundly, shutting her up, pulling away so she could breathe.

“You sure about that?” He smirked.

“No.” Cordy smiled, pushing away from him and heading for the stairs. But a girl can change her mind can’t she? She held out her hand for him and he slipped it into hers. But instead of following her, he pulled her against him and kissed her once again. It was several seconds before he released her lips. When he let her go, hands still intertwined, she was breathing heavily, forehead resting against his.

God Angel, at this rate we’re never gonna get up there.

Would that really be such a bad thing?

Yes. Cordy forced herself away from his kisses, and jerked his hand. Angel groaned, his sexual frustration completely unsatisfied, and followed her up the stairs. “This bites ya know?”

“I know.” Cordelia grinned down at him. “But so do you.”

***

“Ah good, you’re here.” Wesley smiled as they entered the room and pointed at the circle in the centre of the lobby.

“Wes? Just promise me you’re not gonna open another portal and I’m good.” Cordy said, drawing a gasp from Fred.

“P…portal? Where?” Fred asked, eyes wide, expression one of terror.

“Shush Fred sweetie. There are no portals opening in this lobby. No siree. Cordelia was just being silly.” Lorne wrapped an arm around Fred’s shoulders and squeezed reassuringly, giving Cordy a small glare.

“Yeah, sorry. I was just joking.” Cordelia cleared her throat and squeezed Angel’s hand once before she walked over to the circle and glanced up questioningly at Wesley. “Where do I stand?”

“Right. Well, it’s complicated. Because this cure is usually meant for one person, I’ve had to alter it slightly. Using my calculations…”

“I don’t like the sound of that.” Gunn said sceptically.

“At least you won’t be the one who ends up with two heads or a tail or something gross like that!” Cordelia exclaimed.

“How the hell do you know? I’m gonna be standing in the damn circle!” Gunn replied.

“Thank you all for the overwhelming faith.” Wesley drawled sarcastically. “According to my calculations, which Fred has also checked, this way works perfectly well and is suitable for two people.”

Gunn and Cordy looked as though they were about to protest again but Angel beat them to it. “Guys, I’m sure Wes had checked this over a million and one times and he’s positive nothing’s gonna happen to us…apart from, obviously, not being able to hear each other’s thoughts anymore.” He gave Cordy a reassuring smile and relaxed when she returned it.

“Thank you Angel. It’s nice to know someone has faith in me.”

“Aw come on Wes, we have faith in you.”

“Yeah, we just don’t wanna end up looking like Lorne. No offence.” Gunn held his hands up when Lorne gave him a blank look.

The green demon cleared his throat. “Well I happen to be beautiful for my kind, thank you very much. But you? Hell, you’ve gotta compete with the likes of Will Smith and Denzel and…”

“I don’t think this is incredibly relevant do you?” Wesley interrupted, shaking his head at the look of outrage that settled on Gunn’s face. Wes walked over to the circle and took Cordy by the arm. “Alright, Cordelia, stand here. Angel…” he beckoned the vampire with his hand. “You’re here.” Angel stood directly opposite Cordelia, winking when their eyes met.

“Fred, please place the crystal in the centre of the circle.” Fred came forward and carefully positioned the sparkling jewel so that it was in the middle. Wesley took his place at the 12 o’clock point of the circle and pointed opposite him. “Gunn, grab whatever axe you think allows you to assert the best aim and stand over there. Oh, and put those herbs at Cordelia and Angel’s feet. Lorne, Fred. Just stand by in case we need you.”

“Aye aye, captain!” Lorne saluted, receiving a glare from Wesley. He shut up and timidly moved behind Fred.

Everyone quickly took their positions in and around the circle. Wesley held a small piece of paper in his hands. Once everyone was ready, he began to read in Latin.

I’m gonna miss this.

Me too.

Gunn raised his axe, positioning it directly above the crystal. Wesley continued to read the words aloud.

Is this gonna hurt? I forgot to ask if this was gonna hurt.

It doesn’t matter Cordy. It’ll be over soon.

Fred looked from Wesley to Gunn anxiously, waiting for the spell to finish.

Angel, I don’t want to grow a tail. Or another head. Or sprout horns…

We won’t Cordy.

It’s easy for you to say! You’d look good if someone grew antlers out of your butt!

Angel gave her a weird look and let that visual sink in. Then he raised an eyebrow. And you wouldn’t?

Pfft. Hardly.

Cordy, no one’s gonna grow anything okay? Wes is the next Einstein, we’ll be fine.

Cordelia smiled at him. The anticipation in the room grew as Wesley continued to read in Latin. By the time he was on the last words, Gunn’s arms were shaking as they drew the heavy axe back over his shoulder. Wes looked up at him and said the final word.

“Now!”

Gunn brought his axe down hard, shattering the crystal into a million different pieces, littering the lobby with shimmering pieces of stone. A bright blue light flashed in between the four figures in the circle, exiting and spreading around the room like a blinding blur. Cordelia felt the air rush out of her lungs as a cool breeze filled her, swirling around her mind like a whirlpool. She lost all ability to speak as she felt some sort of suction taking place inside her head. Nothing was visible before her other than the blueness.

Then, suddenly, it stopped. The light subsided as quickly as it had flashed and Wesley, Gunn, Lorne and Fred watched through horrified eyes as champion and seer gasped raggedly once, before collapsing to the ground, still and unmoving.

***

“Oh God!” Fred said, running to Cordelia and grabbing her by the shoulders. “Cordelia? Cordy! Wake up!” She shook her incessantly until the seer slapped her hands away and raised herself on her palms, one hand going to her head.

“Okay…that wasn’t ow-less.”

Wesley sighed, glancing over at Angel, who was coming to. Lorne gently lifted the vampire’s shoulders and helped him stand up.

“Did it work?” Gunn asked, curiously glancing at Angel.

“I can’t hear anything.” Angel rubbed his head, listening closely. “Nope. Cordy, you thinking?”

Cordelia didn’t say a word. Wesley narrowed his eyes. “Cordelia?”

“Cordy?” Gunn tried.

“Shut up!” Cordelia screamed, jumping up and startling everyone in the room. “Stop thinking! Jesus Angel, you are driving me CRAZY!!!”

Angel’s eyes widened and Fred felt her heart sink in her chest. Wesley gulped.

Cordelia looked around at everyone’s shocked faces and then, unable to contain her amusement, broke out into a gigantic grin.

“Kidding.”

Nobody said anything for a moment. They were too shocked to even speak. Then Angel rushed at her, tackling her and making them both land on the couch in a tangled heap. Gunn jumped up laughing.

“No Angel man, no way, you can’t have her all to yourself! I want me a piece of pain in the ass!” He lunged onto the sofa, tickling Cordelia mercilessly, just as she had done to him a couple of days before. Cordelia laughed and gasped, yelling the occasional protest and lashing out with her hands.

Wesley breathed a sigh of relief and sank down onto the floor. Fred smiled and took a seat next to him. “You did it Wes.”

He turned and looked at her. “We did it Fred.”

She grinned and looked back at the sofa where Angel was now hugging Cordelia, and Gunn had backed off, collapsing against the couch.

“Girl, I can’t believe you did that! If you weren’t a lady…”

“Aw come on! You should have seen your faces! Wesley looked like he was about to pee in his pants!” Cordelia giggled against Angel’s shirt.

“Why am I always the one doing the most humiliating things?” Wesley asked good-naturedly, standing up and offering his hand to Fred. She took it, laughing.

“Because you scream like a girl?”

“And kiss like a fish?”

“And dance like you have a severe medical condition?”

“OH!” Lorne and Gunn said at the same time, pointing accusingly at Angel. “You can hardly talk my friend!” Lorne said, grinning.

“What? I don’t dance.” Angel answered defensively.

“Yeah but I bet if you did, you’d suck bigtime.” Gunn said, smiling sweetly at the glare Angel sent his way. Cordelia hit Gunn on the arm.

“He can dance! He’s danced with me. And he dances well. Of course it was only slow dancing…”

Gunn turned around and grinned. “You danced with her? Without me? I’m hurt. Truly.”

“Well at least all of you have heard Angel sing. I haven’t even heard that.” Fred added to the conversation. Lorne laughed.

“Believe me sweetie, you don’t want to! He butchered a classic. Hearing birds squawk in heat is more tuneful.”

“Hey! I am sitting right here!” Angel waved his arms towards himself emphatically. Wesley smirked and then stretched.

“Right-o children. It’s been fun but it’s been equally exhausting if not more for the past few days, so I’m going home and off to bed.”

Gunn yawned. “I’ll give you a ride. Lorne you coming or staying here?”

“I’ll skedaddle. I’m in desperate need of a seabreeze anyway.” Lorne got up and ruffled Cordy’s hair. “You gonna stay here with tall dark and handsome or dawdle with the three merry men?”

Cordy laughed and pointed to Angel’s arms that were restraining her from going anywhere. “Well, as tempting as the latter sounds, I have some unresolved issues that need to be resolved with the undead.” She winked at the green demon who caught the hint and followed Gunn out the door.

“Thanks Wes.” Angel said to his friend as he walked out behind Lorne. “You’re a lifesaver.” Wesley smiled and said goodnight, then made his way out of the hotel.

Fred looked at the couple from where she was standing. “I’m gonna head upstairs too. You guys probably have stuff you want to do…” she trailed off blushing, remembering her earlier conversation with Cordelia.

Cordy smirked at her friend and then looked at Angel. “Can you give me a minute? I’ll be up as soon as I’m done.” Angel glanced at Fred and then back at Cordy, then nodded and headed up the stairs. Cordelia turned around to face Fred.

“Fred, I just…I just wanted to say thank you. For everything you’ve done these past few days. I know it must have been hard trying to calm me down when I was being hysterical and weepy and uber-bitchy but you still managed to. And you made me feel a hell of a lot better. So thank you.”

Fred smiled warmly. “Oh Cordy, you’re welcome. You took care of me when I was all upset about Angel and Lilah…only Angel wasn’t Angel he was Marcus so that doesn’t really count but still…I like the idea that occasionally I get to take care of you. I know Angel likes to do it, I know all the boys like to do it. But once in a while you need that woman’s touch ya know? And it makes me feel like we’re friends.”

“We are friends Fred. My God, you have no idea how fun it is to have another woman around. Sure, who doesn’t like being surrounded by three delicious men and getting all the attention cos you’re the only chick but…I like having you around. I like us being friends. Kinda gal pal-y but I like it.”

Fred grinned. “Good. Me too. Plus, I’m sure it’s nice to have one friend around who doesn’t want to jump you.” The Texan slapped her hand over her mouth as Cordy’s eyes widened.

“W…what?”

“N…nothing!” Fred stuttered. “I just…I just….Gunn said…” she blushed furiously.

Cordelia’s eyes narrowed. “What did Gunn say?”

Fred grinned, despite her embarrassment. “Well…I…let’s just say that if you had given him the choice that you gave me in my room today, he’d be a very happy man.”

Cordelia’s jaw dropped and she was speechless for a moment. Then she giggled. Fred chuckled and soon both girls were laughing. Cordelia straightened and reached over, squeezing Fred’s hand. “Thank you.”

“Anytime.” Fred squeezed back, then pointed up the stairs. “You should probably go. After that incident with Wes I’m guessing Angel’s gonna need a little luvin’.”

Cordelia’s eyes widened for the millionth time that night. “God Fred, you will never fail to surprise me.” She grinned and turned, heading up the stairs. But then she stopped and quickly faced her friend.

“Hey Fred?”

“Yeah?”

“I know you’re tired so I’ll um, try to keep it down.” She winked and ran up the stairs, leaving a flushing Fred to gape at her back.

***

She found Angel on the balcony when she entered his suite, shirtless, dressed in only his grey slacks. Cordelia walked up behind him, slowly and as quietly as she could, placing both arms around his waist and resting her head between his shoulder blades.

His skin was cool and soothing and she pressed herself slightly closer to him, allowing him to absorb the heat from her skin.

Angel smiled and covered the hands encircling his waist, taking them and pulling Cordelia around so that they swapped positions. Her back was now to his front and she was standing in front of him, body pressed between the vampire and the railing.

“Hi.” He kissed her neck, settling his chin on her shoulder and gazing at her profile.

“Hi.” She grinned at him, turning to kiss his nose once before relaxing against him and looking out at the night sky. He pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek and then pointed upwards.

“You see that?” She followed his finger along the horizon, pointing at the stars that painted the midnight sky.

“See what?”

“That star.” She nodded when she caught sight of the shining jewel, sparkling brilliantly against the deep blue background.

“I was just thinking…that star reminds me of you. So beautiful. So full of life. Shining brightly despite the darkness around you. That one little star has so much courage, so much beauty behind it. So much amazing power that it’s unaware of. The power to light up someone’s life by simply sparkling. The power to light up my life with one smile…”

Cordelia breathed in heavily, eyes closing as he continued.

“But she’s fading out slowly. Her sparkle, though always beautiful and internally eternal, is fizzling out. Because she’s so determined to shine for everyone else. So resolute on brightening up everyone else’s sky. She forgets about her own…”

Angel turned Cordelia in his arms and brushed away a tear that escaped from beneath a closed eyelid. He cupped her face in his hands and whispered her name. “Cordy? Open your eyes.” Cordelia complied and was surprised to find that Angel was smiling at her. She figured he’d go into full brooding mode, which made her sad and annoyed and frustrated because that meant no sex for Cordy tonight.

“Cordelia?” Cordy was snapped out of her reverie when cool lips brushed her own. Then he pulled back and smiled again. “I’m not gonna lose you Cordy. I’ll never let anyone take you away from me again. I don’t care about anything, Powers be damned. I won’t let you go without a fight. And I won’t let the fight end without my having won. Okay?”

Cordelia nodded, unable to say anything more due to the depth of emotions she saw swirling around in his eyes. He was so tenacious in his words, so reassuring that she wanted to believe him. And a wave of relief flooded her senses when she realised that she did. She really believed him.

Hell, she wasn’t willing to go without a fight either. She loved this man too much to leave him, to ever even contemplate leaving his side. She squeezed his hand and Angel kissed her forehead and pulled her through the balcony doors, back into his suite.

“Come here.” Angel pulled her into his arms as soon as they were inside, his presence comforting and loving as he stoked long fingers up and down her spine and into her hair. Cordelia murmured her contentment at being held by him and snuggled into him further. But before she could get really cosy, strong hands had grabbed her arms and twirled her around so that she was now backing him.

“What…”

“Ssh…” Angel moved aside the curtain of hair that was covering her neck and slipped his arms around her, hands coming together at her belly and holding her close. She felt cool breath on her shoulder, whispers of air he blew out, air she knew he didn’t require in order to survive.

His hunger for her was so evident, so raw she almost drowned in it, as he pressed his hard form against her back, two bodies moulding together like an ancient Archaic sculpture, forming one entity, both breathtaking and beautiful.

Angel placed one arm around her waist, protecting her, imprisoning her against his front. Cordelia shivered as the tip of an unnaturally cool index finger rested on her shoulder momentarily, only to continue its journey down along her upper arm and then down her forearm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. When Angel’s finger reached Cordy’s wrist, his large hand opened out like blooming flower, covering her smaller one and intertwining their fingers, the back of her hand cradled gently within his palm.

“You’re so beautiful…” Angel whispered in her ear, hairs on Cordelia’s neck standing straight up, alert in pleasure. He sucked on the tip of her ear, tracing the very back of it with his tongue, bathing the fragile skin.

“Angel…” Cordelia whispered back, too lost in the sensation of being devoured by the man she loved to say anything else.

“And you’re mine.” Angel said, hint of a growl evident in his voice as he tightened his arm around her and kissed her pulse point, before gently suckling on her earlobe, nipping it with blunt teeth, making her arch into him.

His finger walked lazily across her shoulder, resting on the thin strap of her top. He buried his face underneath her ear and took a deep breath. “You smell…delicious.” he licked along her jaw line, making Cordelia purr. His finger slowly slipped aside the material of her top, revealing bare, bronze skin that made the vampire moan.

He bit her jaw bluntly, then soothed the area with his tongue. “Beautiful…Mine. You’re all mine Cordelia.” The seer only groaned in response, tilting her head to give him further access. The vampire’s hands slipped down the side of her waist, smoothing over every dip and curve, making her tingle with anticipation, until they reached their goal.

Grasping the underside of the tank top from either end, Angel gently removed the offending clothing from Cordelia’s body, drawing it over her chest and above her head, brushing her breasts with the back of his hands as he did so.

Cordelia sucked in a breath when cool lips slid down the column of her throat, leaving wet circles along the way. Angel’s hand slipped down her front, tracing intricate patterns on her skin, while the other hand held her firmly against him. The hand that was on her stomach slowly made its way down, stopping above the elastic of her sweats, lingering there. Cordelia pinched Angel’s arm in impatience and the vampire chuckled, his hand moving once again, not stopping until it was underneath the soft fabric and in between her thighs.

Cordelia’s hips lurched forward at the first stroke of his fingers. She moaned his name loudly and tilted her head to the side, biting her lip and then biting his neck in order to stop herself from screaming. Angel growled low in his throat at the sudden stab of pleasurable pain that went shooting through his system. His hand continued to torment the delicate skin it found between her legs, arousal racing through his body as he sniffed the precious air, coated with the smell of her sex.

One cool finger slipped inside her and Cordelia gasped, crying out softly against his skin, hips rocking against his hand uncontrollably as he stroked her, pulling out slowly and then pushing in again, stretching her and making stars dance behind her closed eyelids. The arm that held her against him slid upwards and pinched a nipple lightly. That was all it took. Cordelia cried out his name and arched against him as everything shattered into a million pieces and she came all over his fingers, the orgasm washing over her like a flood.

When she opened her eyes, head still resting against his shoulder, he was looking at her, smiling slightly at her flushed appearance. He brought his hand up in between them, still streaked with her juices, warm liquid sparkling in the moonlight. Slowly, so slowly, he sucked his fingers into his mouth, savouring the exquisite taste. When he removed his hand, he pushed back the sweaty hair from her face and smiled again, circling her nose with his own.

Cordelia smiled at the tender gesture, pushing up on her toes to kiss him softly. Her hands moved down his chest and slid around to his back as she moved her own body behind his, lips tracing his chest, then his shoulder, then his shoulder blade as she walked around him.

Cordelia kissed the tattoo she found on his back, tracing it with her tongue, tasting him. Angel shuddered against her, arms reaching for her but she slapped them away, teeth bluntly trailing down his spine, lips kissing their way back up. She bit his neck sharply, eliciting either a groan or a growl from him, she couldn’t tell. Her hands scattered over his back and then around his front, grabbing his hands and turning him around.

Face to face, she cupped his cheeks and kissed him, long languid kisses that made him moan into her mouth and attempt to grasp her waist but she stopped him, hands intertwining, fingers squeezing lovingly against each other.

Cordy pushed him towards the bed, never losing his kisses, hands still tightly wound together. She pulled away to breathe and then kissed him again, tongue stroking softly against his. Feeling his legs hit the back of the bed, she placed both hands on his chest and pushed him slowly. Angel rested one leg on the bed and then eased them down slowly, still kissing Cordelia as though she was made of glass, so precious that he was privileged just to be able to touch her.

Angel felt his back hit the soft covers and looked up to see Cordelia crawl over him, kissing his stomach first and then up his chest, placing loving nips here and there. His fingers wound in the silken strands of her hair, guiding her slowly towards his mouth where he kissed her, unable to keep away from her kisses for too long. She smiled against his mouth and placed an elbow on his chest, face resting against her palm.

“Hi.”

Angel laughed at the huge grin on her face. He reached up, stroking her cheek, running his thumb across her lips. His eyes slid shut when she opened her mouth and sucked it in, heat enveloping the digit, spreading warm tingles through the vampire’s entire body. Then she bit down on it unexpectedly, making him yelp softly and grab it back. He stared at her wide eyed when her grin widened.

“What?”

“You’d make one hell of a vampire, you know that right?”

Cordy’s grin widened even more and she got up until she was on all fours above him and kissed him again. She kissed him gently at first, deepening the kiss gradually and slipping her tongue into his mouth, chuckling softly when he growled and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her down roughly against him. Both of them moaned when her breasts came crashing down against his chest, bodies in complete contact, nothing unreachable.

They kissed passionately, both refusing to leave the refuge of the other’s mouth, lips slanting hungrily and fervently against each other’s. Angel slid large hands down her back, unclasping her bra and pushing it away from her shoulders, relishing every touch as his fingertips skimmed over her skin. Cordelia jerked up, gasping in a lungful of air. Angel grabbed her head and kissed her again, rolling them both over, body covering hers, mouth still firmly attached to her own.

His mouth trailed kisses down her throat and the valley between her breasts, stopping, hovering over one nipple until her hands wound themselves through his thick, dark hair and pulled him down against her. His lips closed around the nipple, sucking gently, revelling in the way Cordy’s fingers restlessly stroked his hair and the way his vampire hearing picked up soft mewling sounds in the back of her throat.

He suckled hard, once, and Cordelia moaned, hips bucking into his. He pushed his hips down into hers and she groaned, hands skating down the broad planes of his back, muscles twitching as she skimmed them, grabbing his ass and pressing his entire body against her, desperate for more contact.

“Angel…” she whispered, unable to think or speak or move or do anything other than concentrate on the way he was touching her.

Angel pulled his mouth away from her breast, hips still thrusting into Cordelia’s of their own accord. His eyes locked with hers, hunger and love and need swirling in them. “Yeah?”

Cordy opened her mouth but no sound came out. She bucked her hips into him to show him what she wanted and his eyes closed in pleasure. Frustration overcame her when he reached back to claim her lips again and she reached down between them and grabbed his pants, jerking down and taking the boxers with her.

The light bulb seemed to go off above Angel’s head and he scrambled up, removing his remaining clothes completely and then reaching for the waistband of her sweats. He stopped suddenly, grinning up at her mischievously. Cordelia raised an eyebrow at the wolfish grin that spread over his beautiful features.

“Angel.”

Angel kissed her stomach, tongue dipping into her belly button, making the seer gasp and lean back, her elbows giving out underneath her. Angel kissed his way down her stomach, slowly pulling down the grey material of her sweats to reveal black lace. He groaned, breathing her in, discarding the unwanted material and gently slipping his cool tongue into the warm, moist heat.

Cordelia shuddered, her mouth opening in a silent scream as she reached down and with a strength she didn’t know she possessed, grabbed his shoulders and pulled him up. Confused and lusty eyes met her own and she smiled reassuringly, smoothing a hand over his brow.

“Sweetie, as good as you are at that, I’m going to die if you’re not inside me now.” She emphasised ‘now’ and Angel smiled in understanding and kissed her, nuzzling her nose once before running his hands down her sides and spreading her thighs slightly. He slipped into her effortlessly, his eyes sliding shut from pure pleasure and Cordelia threw her head back in ecstasy, gasping at the sensation of having him fill her.

“Mmm…” was all she could manage as he began to move inside her, thrusting steadily, only to pull out and come back again, gently peppering her face, her neck, her shoulder, anywhere he could reach, with kisses as he moved within her and she thrust back with equal fervour.

She cried out when he pressed a finger against her clit, stroking mercilessly. Tears pricked at her eyes from sheer rapture and she wrapped both legs around his waist, taking him deeper inside her and grinding her hips against his as he thrust again. Angel’s free hand palmed her face.

“Cordy. Cordy, look at me.”

Cordelia’s eyes fluttered open and her mouth opened slightly, warm breath warming his face and neck.

“I love you.” He leaned his forehead against hers as he said the words, eyes locking with her own, finger applying pressure incessantly at her clit. And just like that, it pushed her over the edge. She screamed out his name, loudly, fireworks going off throughout her body, hips thrashing wildly against his for a second before she relaxed and drifted back down from where she was floating, breathing heavily all the while.

Angel thrust twice more before he too shuddered in pleasure and released his cold seed into her body, his own still warm from her borrowed heat and still shaking with pleasure. Cordelia bit her lip, hands sliding through strands of spiky hair in an effort to hold him to her but he slipped out of her body gently, kissing her shoulder once before he rolled over onto his side and sucked in an involuntary breath.

Cordelia slid across the covers and into his waiting arms, slipping her own around his waist and kissing his chest, just over where his heart would have beat. Angel’s hands stroked comfortingly down her back, tracing her tattoo and pushing her closer to him. He grabbed the covers with one hand and pulled them over himself and Cordy. Cordelia raised her head, spooned in his strong embrace, eyes fluttering open and closed sleepily. “Angel?”

“Hmm?” He glanced down at her.

She grinned, leaning up and gently pressing her lips against his before snuggling back into his chest.

“I love you too.”

Part 12

Posted July 4, 2015 by califi in Complete

Great Minds. 10   1 comment

Part 10

Angel sat on the floor, leaning against the sofa with an ice pack on his forehead, soothing the bump from when he had hit the wall. His ears were stilling ringing loudly and his head throbbed from the noise. He glanced over at Cordelia, who was now being thoroughly fussed over by Wesley and Gunn.

Her head lay squarely on Gunn’s chest and her breathing was heavy and uneven. Angel wanted to reach out to her, bury her in his arms and never let go, but his own pain was too vast to even contemplate moving.

“Cordelia, what did you see?” Wesley asked cautiously, eyeing Angel from the corner of his eye, as though suspicious of what had just occurred. Cordelia shuddered and buried further into Gunn, sobbing lightly. The black man only tightened his arms around her and looked at Wes, the helplessness evident on his face.

“Cordy?” Wesley tried again.

“Vampires.” Cordelia choked out, “Oh God…they’re gonna rape her Wes.” Her breath caught in her throat and she gagged.

“Who? Cordelia, who are they going to rape?” Wesley was insistent, hating himself for inquiring her so furiously while she was in such a dishevelled state, but aware that it had to be done.

“A little girl. She can’t be more than ten. They’re gonna tell her they know where her mother is…God, she’s so scared!” Cordelia rasped. Gunn grasped her hand and looked at Wes.

“So what are we waiting for? Let’s go save her.”

Wesley was hesitant, taking a moment to look at Angel. “When Cordy?”

“Now…an alleyway behind that Chinese place…Chopsticks. There was a big, red sign above the alley though. Something about half price child wear…” Cordelia dug both palms into her eyes, fingers randomly massaging her forehead. Wesley patted her shoulder and stood, walking over to Angel.

“Angel?” The ex-watcher asked, nudging the vampire carefully. “Angel, what did you see?”

The vampire’s face jerked up in confusion. “What?”

“I…did you see the same thing?” Wesley asked, unsure. Angel shook his head, then groaned at the pain that went racing through his skull.

“I didn’t see anything Wesley. I just…I heard vampires laughing…and screaming. I heard the little girl screaming…loudly, so unbelievably loud…” he buried his head in his hands, rubbing his brow, trying to stop the incessant ringing.

“You…oh my.” Wesley said in awe. Gunn looked at him warily.

“Now what?”

“He only heard the vision…he didn’t see anything…my, my.”

“Wesley, what do you mean?” Fred asked, impatience creeping into her tone. Wesley turned to look at her.

“He’s a vampire.” Gunn rolled his eyes. “No, I mean, he’s a vampire and therefore, he has heightened senses. His hearing capabilities are far higher than the average human being. In fact, Angel’s are probably higher than the average vampire.” Wesley added.

So give the vamp a medal!

Angel glanced over at Cordy who looked as though she was about to blow…and not in a good way. “Uh Wes…”

Lorne gasped. “Oh! Oh, poor Angelcakes!”

Poor AngelCakes? Hello? What the hell happened to my pain???

Unaware of Cordelia’s protests, Wesley continued. “He’s been cursed with the power to hear Cordelia’s thoughts, thus when she was laden with a vision, he heard it. The visions emphasise themselves in vivid colour and flashes of light, as well as excellent sound effects. Screaming, crying, laughing…Angel heard all that Cordelia saw. Only he heard it about twenty times louder. Am I right?” Wesley addressed he vampire still rested on the floor.

“Sounds right.” Angel managed, grabbing the edge of the couch and adjusted himself so that he was able to stand. Gunn helped up Cordelia who leaned on him for a moment’s support, before gathering her own balance.

“Wesley! Science lessons later alright? There’s a little girl to save!”

Wesley cleared his throat. “Right, of course. Lorne, Fred, please watch these two, make sure they don’t drive each other mad. In fact, put them in different rooms. As far away from each other as possible.”

“Wes…” Cordy whined.

“I’ll have none of that Cordelia.” Wesley stated. “Different rooms until I get back and perform the spell. Then you can spend as much time around each other as you like.” He swiftly turned around, not giving her the chance to interrupt and grabbed his jacket. “Gunn…”

“I’m comin’, I’m comin’…” Gunn grumbled. “Damn white man…thinkin’ they all that…I ain’t a freakin’ dog…”

***

“Fred…” Cordelia tried for the fiftieth time in a hour but the petite Texan refused to comply.

“No Cordy. I’m sorry, I know how much you love spending time with him, especially since you’ve just made up but I don’t want you two going crazy. You have to stay apart. Doctor’s orders…” she smiled softly. Cordelia simply scoffed.

“I’d hardly call Wes a doctor. Mad scientist maybe…”

Fred grinned. “Nope. That’s my title. Don’t you dare go stealin’ my title.” Cordelia laughed at her friend, rolling her eyes good-naturedly. Of course, that was until she was once again bombarded with thoughts and images of a smooth, glistening, white chest, muscles twitching under her touch, arms like steel bands surrounding her, lips that were soft and pliant kissing her breathless. The seer sucked in a breath and quickly pointed somewhere behind Fred.

“Ooh, look!”

Fred turned hastily, a split second before realising she’d been had. Cordelia leapt off the bed and made another attempt to escape the room, but was quickly stopped by Fred, who slammed the door and put her weight against it, so that Cordy would have to physically move her to get through the wooden frame.

Cordelia almost growled. “Fred…”

“No Cordy.”

“Fred, honey, if you don’t let me out of this godforsaken room right now, I swear on everything good and holy that I’m gonna either jump your bones or break your legs. It’s your choice but I’m pretty sure you don’t swing that way and you like walking…”

Fred’s jaw dropped. “You’re that sexually frustrated???”

“I’m dating a really, really hot vampire with 250 years of incredible experience, a face that makes men consider changing their sexualities and a body that was designed to make women drop their jaws and produce excessive amounts of unnecessary saliva…what do you think?”

Fred’s eyes widened and she gaped like a fish, once again stumped by Cordelia’s bluntness. “I…I…I think I’m gonna move now.” She inched away from the door and sat down on the bed, contemplating the wonder that was Angel’s body.

“Hey.” Cordy called out, causing Fred to glance up. “If it makes you feel any better, I’ll try my hardest not to go wacko.” With that, she slammed the door, leaving Fred to worry about whether or not Wesley would throw a fit when he returned.

***

Cordelia slowly tip toed down the basement stairs, the sight before her making her breath catch in her throat. Angel stood in the centre of the room, dressed in a pair of black slacks and a black T-shirt that emphasised every muscle, every movement, clinging to his body like a second skin.

Her heart pounded in her chest as he swung his blade, creating an invisible arch in the air, muscles tensing and then relaxing as he swayed. All coherent thought left her at the sight.

It was times like this when she realised how lucky she was. To have a man who loved her so unbelievably much with a body that possessed enough strength to catch her if she ever fell. A body that made women glare at her when she walked down the street with him, arms linked together, laying her claim.

A body that made her own hum with desire for him, made the ardour beat through her body as quickly as the blood flowed through it. She gulped hastily as immense arousal flooded her. She wanted it him. She wanted him now. She wanted to tell him that she wanted him now. But all she could manage was Wow.

It was enough though because Angel heard. Swinging around, his dark eyes locked with hers as she slowly made her way down the remaining steps and stood before him.

“Cordy.”

“Yup.” She raised an eyebrow, trying not to glance at the way the shirt clung to him. She took a step forward but he turned around and bent down, retrieving a sword from the floor and throwing it to her. She caught it with one hand, confusion spreading over her features.

“What’s this?”

“A sword.”

“Yeah, I know that dumbass, why have you given it to me?”

Angel glanced at her. He didn’t say a word but the corners of his mouth tipped up slightly. Then without warning, he swung his own sword at her, careful not to hurt her but throwing her off balance all the same, as she ducked to avoid the blow.

“Angel!”

“You gotta be prepared Cordy.”

The seer fumed. “Oh, I’m prepared. The question is, are you prepared to have your ass handed to you?”

Angel grinned wolfishly. “Talk, talk, talk Cor.”

Cordelia glared and lunged forward, swinging her weapon so that it reached him, swords clanging in mid air as Angel used his own to defend himself. The vampire pushed his sword with such a force that Cordelia spun around, trying to maintain her grip on the weapon at the same time.

Cheater.

Ooh, somebody’s sore…Angel’s eyes roved over her body as he moved towards her with predatory grace. He licked his lips as a trembling bead of sweat made it’s way down her neck and underneath her top.

Bite me. Cordelia swung again, missing the vampire as he jumped to the side. Angel smirked arrogantly.

“Come on Cor, I thought you were gonna hand me my ass?”

“Oh, don’t you worry about that Deadboy.” Angel growled playfully at the name making Cordy smirk. “I’m just making you exercise beforehand so that it’s a little less heavy when I hand it to you!” This time Angel growled angrily, raising his sword high in the air. Cordy lashed out, kicking him in the stomach with her foot, sending him stumbling backwards.

Cordelia – 1, Angel – 0. Cordy smiled at the vampire. She could feel the sweat slowly making a path down the arch of her back, the muscles on her arm flex as she and Angel danced in a thousand year old battle. Every part of her hummed with adrenalin and arousal. Angel broke the dance, swinging his blade again, hard, slamming it into Cordelia’s, making both pieces of metal vibrate violently.

We’ll see.

Angel pointed the sword at her, twirling it slightly in a comedic fashion, one hand on his hip as he moved forward. Cordelia laughed and kicked the tip of his blade, making the sword fly into the air. Angel made a dive for it and caught it before Cordelia was able to.

Nice.

I know.

Cordelia swung again, only this time, her blow was slightly too far to the left and Angel reached out with quick reflexes, pulling her back flush against him, his other hand holding her wrist so that she couldn’t move her sword.

Ah, ah, ah Cordy. She struggled against him, which only made his grin widen, and he hardened in response. She felt him hard against her butt, heightening her arousal to a peak. Feeling mischievous, she ground against him, making the vampire groan and bury his face into her neck. He inhaled deeply, whispering softly against her ear. The smell of you drives me wild Cordelia. Angel bit down lightly, causing Cordy to shudder against him.

It’s a gift.

It’s a good one.

She sighed, arching slightly when he licked her jaw, nibbling softly at the flawless skin he found there. Rearing her head back, she had precisely a second to look into his eyes before he was kissing her furiously, hot, vigorous kisses that made breathing an option she was willing to disregard. She couldn’t move because both hands were pinned by the vampire kissing her breathless, his fingers rubbing slow circles into her palms. But she kissed him back as hard as she could, his tongue rapidly caressing hers, making her ache with need.

She pulled away slightly, gasping for air, looking at him dazed, before he placed his closed mouth on hers again, kissing her once, twice and then abruptly pushing her away, a brutal smirk once again on his handsome face. The seer stumbled slightly, confusion and arousal colouring her skin as she turned to face him.

Angel…

“Aren’t we meant to be training Cor?” he asked, the large grin still plastered on his face.

She gaped at him in shock and then in outrage. “You are such a…” Angel grabbed Cordelia when she pounced on him, managing to maintain his balance for a split second before he lost it and they both when tumbling over, landing hard on the basement floor. Angel groaned as a blunt pain went shooting down his spine, glancing down at the head of brown hair that was nestled under his chin.

And then she was kissing him, passionately, desperately, all the built up tension between them exuding from their bodies, arousal drenching the room and making Angel dizzy as he breathed it in, hands coming around Cordy to grasp her to him, rotating her hips so that they were in direct contact with his hardness.

Her hands wound themselves in his thick, dark hair, hips grinding down onto his, making the vampire moan into her mouth. Angel lifted her slightly, squeaking when her hands reached in between them and squeezed his crotch through the material of his pants. His eyes rolled back in his head and she smiled against him, her lips barely touching his now, a smug look appearing on her face.

My turn to be the tease.

With that, she got up and got off him, leaving him staring at her open mouthed. Both of them were still desperate for some contact, but Cordy held her ground and defiantly crossed her arms over her chest.

“Oh come on!” Angel protested, unable to move because he was so hard. Cordelia lifted her sword and raised it to his neck so that it settled underneath his chin.

“I could have my wicked way with you right now and you wouldn’t be able to do a thing.” She grinned evilly. Angel gulped.

“This isn’t quite the wicked way I had in mind…” he said, glancing down at the blade under him. Cordelia narrowed her eyes.

“Tell me I rule.”

“No.”

“Tell me.” She pressed the blade slightly harder against him, careful not to break the skin.

“This is so unfair.”

“You’re staving Broodboy. That’s my job. Say it.”

“No!” Angel grabbed the tip of her sword, pushing it away and standing up, with some difficulty, retrieving his sword before she had the chance to kick it away.

“Hey!” Cordelia struck out with her sword again, Angel raising his to meet her blow. Their swords met directly in front of them, forming an X as they held them tight, opposite each other, neither willing to back down. The tension and the arousal was almost suffocating as brown eyes locked with hazel, speaking of want and desire and determination.

Then it all happened in flash. Warrior and seer dropped their swords, the metal of both weapons noisily clanking to the floor, mouths finding the others, ready, hot and heavy. Angel grabbed the back of Cordelia’s head, his hands fisting violently in her hair, pulling back, giving him better access to her mouth. Her nails scratched down his chest, lifting up the black t -shirt at the bottom, desperate to feel cool, smooth skin.

The vampire growled, lifting her legs and wrapping them around his waist, slamming her hard into the basement wall. Cordelia released his lips, the urge to breathe far too strong to ignore. Then, unable to stay away from his wet messy kisses, she grabbed his head from where it was buried in her neck and kissed him again, aggressively biting his bottom lip, making him slam her hard once again into the wall.

She ground her hips against his, feeling his evident reaction to her touch, feeling wanted, loved. He growled again, large hands lifting up her tank top and pulling it over her head, kissing down her neck until he finally reached the valley between her breasts. She held him to her, hands running restlessly through his hair, soothing him with her voice, whispering his name again and again and again…

And that was when Wesley decided to walk through the basement door.

Part 11

Posted July 4, 2015 by califi in Complete

Great Minds. 9   1 comment

Part 9

Cordelia had no idea how long she had been asleep, but when she woke up, Fred’s hand was still firmly grasped in her own and the physicist was leaning her head against the headboard, eyes opening and shutting, as if debating whether to fall asleep herself.

Cordy shot up in bed, releasing Fred’s hand. “Fred! Why didn’t you wake me up? Jeez, how long have I been asleep? How long have you been awake?”

Fred smiled tiredly. “A couple of hours. No biggie.”

“I’m so sorry!” Cordy cried out, seeing how tired the girl looked. “Why didn’t you tell me, I would’ve let go.”

Fred smiled again. “It’s fine Cordy, I didn’t mind. I just…didn’t want you to be alone when you’re hurt and miserable. Cos I know what that’s like…” she trailed off and shuddered, remembering her cave and the isolation she suffered. Cordy smiled widely.

“You rock, you know that right?”

Fred grinned. “Yeah, but it’s always great to hear.” She winked at Cordy, making the ex-cheerleader laugh. Cordelia got out of bed and stretched, walking over to the window and looking out.

“Well, it’s all sunny.” She yawned. “I bet tall, dark and broody’s back.”

“Are you gonna forgive him?” Fred asked.

Cordelia turned around, glancing at Fred, who looked at her with wide eyes. Cordelia nodded slowly.

Fred let out a loud sigh of relief and jumped up and down, clapping her hand together. “Oh yay! I hate it when you guys fight. Cos, ya know, first you’re yelling and then he’s yelling and then you both start yelling and then Wesley…

“Fred! Honey, I got it.” Cordy smiled widely at her. Her smiled faltered slightly. “I’ll forgive him. But I still need to know why he did it. He said something about not wanting to feel the cold but hello? Dead person plus another dead person makes the freezer colder.”

Fred laughed. “I’m getting used to your logic Cordelia.” She stood up and straightened the bed covers. “Have you tried talking to him?” Cordelia felt a sharp stab of guilt wash through her, remembering the way she had just stormed out on Angel, without giving him a chance to explain.

“Well…he’s tried talking to me.” Cordy said sheepishly. “But I’ll actually listen this time.”

Fred smiled. “Good. Now let’s go get something to eat because I am hungry and I desperately need to pee!”

“Jeez girl, I was the one drinking all the water.” Cordelia followed her out the room, closing the door behind her.

***

“So…what you gonna say to the vamp?” Gunn asked curiously, waltzing along next to Wesley, who was clutching the crystal between both palms, as though his life depended on it. The sun shone brightly overhead and Gunn took a moment to acknowledge just how beautiful a sight it was.

They didn’t get to see or enjoy the sunshine much, never really got to experience its glory. Cordy often moaned about missing out on a day at the beach. Hell it was fine for him. What did Cordelia say he had? A permanent tan, that was it.

Gunn smiled. The girl had one hell of a permanent tan herself. He shook his head, turning it once again to Wesley and nudging the ex-watcher, who nearly dropped the crystal in shock.

“Christ Gunn! Don’t push me while I’m holding this!” Wesley’s face went an almost comical shade of purple and Gunn bit back a smirk.

“Sorry English. You just gotta learn how to answer a brother the first time he asks you a question.” Gunn said pointedly. Wesley merely rolled his eyes and sighed.

“What do you mean, what am I going to say to him? I’ll tell them both that I’ve found a cure…that we’ve found a cure.” He corrected himself at Gunn’s cough. “And then we’ll perform the spell so that they won’t be able to hear each other’s thoughts anymore.” Gunn looked at Wesley, annoyed.

“I meant about Darla.

Wesley’s eyes widened slightly. “Oh. Oh. Well…I…I suppose I…I don’t know.” Gunn rolled his eyes. “Well, I think Angel obviously must have had his reasons and of course it was an incredibly unwise and ludicrous thing to do but…well, that’s Angel.”

He sighed. “Of course I’m disappointed in him…he put us all at risk and he stopped trying for his redemption…I’m upset about that. But I’ve long forgiven him for firing us because in all honesty he was just trying to protect us. Granted he did it in the most unconstructive way known to man…but then again that’s Angel.”

“Hmm…I dunno man. Sure I didn’t like the way he treated you and Cordy back then but it never really bugged me all that much. Cos Angel and I weren’t all that tight went he went beige. Yeah sure, now, it’s different. But I still ain’t that angry with him. I’m pissed, but I ain’t angry.”

Wesley cocked an eyebrow, staring at his friend incredulously. “Gunn you do realise that makes absolutely no sense.”

“Yes it does.”

“No it doesn’t.”

“That’s cos you’re an ass pansy.”

“Oh, shut up.”

***

“Hey sweetie. You feeling a little better?” Lorne asked Cordelia, as she walked down the stairs with Fred. Cordelia gave him a big grin and nodded.

Lorne smiled. “Good. For a minute there I thought you were looking greener than me!” Cordy sat down on the couch next to him while Fred went to make a sandwich. She had offered incessantly to order tacos but Cordelia had refused. Fred had pouted once or twice and then conceded with making sandwiches.

Lorne looked over at the seer seated next to him. She looked tired but other than that, she was fine. Her eyes weren’t puffy and her mouth had tilted upwards slightly. When he glanced back up to find sparkling irises scrutinising him, he realised why.

“I know it’s a great view Lorne, but…” she trailed off smiling. Lorne laughed loudly and then looked back at her.

“Great? Jeez, that’s the understatement of the century.” His laughter subsided and he turned so that he was facing Cordy. “He really is sorry y’know.”

Cordelia held his gaze for a moment, staring into bright red, sincere eyes. “I know.” She whispered. Lorne gave her a sympathetic smile.

“Then tell him that, princess. Cos he’s gonna be driving himself crazy.”

“As long as he’s not driving her crazy.” Fred walked back into the lobby, holding a large plate with sandwiches and a glass of milk. She put the plate down and gave the glass to Cordy. “That’s the last thing we need. Two crazy people running around the hotel. You already have me.” She smiled ruefully, making Lorne smile back at her.

“All I’m saying is, Darla was a mistake. Hell, everything he did back then was a mistake. If you love him, you gotta let it go and move on. You may want to slap him silly, you may want to stake her, but think about it like this brown eyes. If he hadn’t slept with her…” he saw Cordy wince.

“he wouldn’t have had his fabulous epiphany. The Angel after their little romp in the sack is the Angel you fell in love with. That’s the on that regrets hurting you. That’s the one that loves you and is probably out there, wondering whether or not to walk into the hotel or walk into the sun.”

Cordelia’s eyes widened in panic and she hurriedly tried to swallow the piece of sandwich in her mouth in order to get a word out, but the slamming of the basement door interrupted her.

All Fred saw, as Angel moved quickly across the lobby, not stopping until he reached Cordelia, kneeling at her feet and resting both large hands on her knees, was a black shape that sped through the air, sending a light breeze over her shoulders and lifting the hairs off her neck.

Cordelia looked at Angel, eyes wide as ever, both in relief that he was alright, and pure confusion. What is he doing?

Angel took advantage of the fact that Cordelia’s mouth was full of bread to begin talking, without interruptions. “I’m telling you everything. Why I did it, when I did it, how…” Cordelia scrunched up her nose in disgust and Angel quickly waved that away. “I’ll um, leave that bit out because you probably already know how I tend to do that…” he trailed off at Lorne and Fred’s embarrassed looks.

“Right, okay. Cordy, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry for everything I put you through back then. I’m sorry for firing you, all I wanted was to protect you. I’m sorry for pushing you away even when you tried to help me, I never ever wanted you to get hurt. I’m sorry for treating you like you were nothing to me, when actually you’re the very thing that keeps me alive…well, as alive as I can get with the being dead part.” Cordelia’s lips quirked up slightly and Fred let out a small smile. Angel continued, oblivious.

“I’m sorry that I slept with Darla. It had nothing to do with you or her.” He paused, gathering his strength. “It was just to do with me and the fact that I was cold and selfish and I couldn’t take it anymore because I wanted to save her and I wanted my redemption and I couldn’t get it.” Cordelia opened her mouth to speak but Angel silenced her with a finger to her lips.

“Please, let me just finish.” Angel pleaded, knowing that if he didn’t get out what he wanted to say now, he wouldn’t be able to. “I…I tried to save her. I tried so damn hard because somewhere inside I felt something for her, not the kind of love I feel for you but something else…something to do with obligation, with owing it to her. She was what made me what I am… I just thought that by saving her, I’d be able to save myself. I thought that if I saved her soul, everything terrible that I ever did would just…I thought that I’d be able to redeem myself completely.” Angel’s eyes closed, a deep anguish flooding through him. “I pushed you away because I had to deal with that Cordelia. I had to deal with it by myself.”

Cordelia stared at him, swallowing hard, unable to speak or think. A single tear rolled down her cheek at the torment evident on his beautiful face, at the image of the isolation and suffering he must have undergone. He looked up at her, striking brown eyes filled with his beautiful soul, bringing a hand up to gently wipe away the tear that had streaked down her cheek. He began explaining again.

“The reason I didn’t lose my soul was because it wasn’t perfect happiness. It was perfect despair. I did it out of sheer desperation to feel something other than the crap that was going on around me, and I was lost and unhappy and God…I gave myself over completely to Darla, because I was so miserable, I stopped caring. And that made it pretty much impossible to lose my soul. I never felt enough.”

“The reason I slept with her…God Cordy, I had nothing left. Everything just slipped through my fingers and I had nothing to hold on to, nothing to live for.” He swallowed hard. “The world was hell and I was a part of it. And I felt as though nothing that I could ever do in the present, would atone for what I did in the past. I lost sight of the mission, and I stopped caring because there was nothing left to care about. I…I hit rock bottom and there was nowhere left to go. I had no redemption, no hope, no…you.” He rested his forehead against Cordelia’s, palming her face with his hands.

Fred’s lips pulled down and she blinked back tears, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, sniffling slightly. Lorne glanced up at her in surprise, raising his eyebrows in a concerned gesture, which she brushed off, smiling.

Angel kept his forehead against Cordy’s and kissed the tip of her nose, once. “I love you. I will always love you. And I swear I will never leave you or hurt you again.”

Cordelia simply sat staring at Angel. For a whole minute, not one thought passed between them as she gazed at him, unsure of what to say, and him, unsure of what to expect. The silence was deafening and the moment seemed to be holding its breath.

“Cordelia, I’m so…” was all Angel got out before the seer silenced him, gently placing her lips on his own, cutting off anything he had to say, any apologies he had to make. She had made up her mind to forgive him once already, and now he had made it up for her a second time.

Sliding softly off the couch and on to her knees in front of him, never breaking the kiss, she placed both arms around his neck and hugged him tight, reassurance and love exuding from her touch. The vampire instinctively wrapped his arms around her, relief flooding his senses.

Fred let out a breath she wasn’t aware she was holding and the young physicist was positive that her heart had just burst and her insides had turned to mush. She sighed softly, blinking in surprise when Lorne’s hand gently gripped her wrist, snapping her attention to him. He nodded his head in the direction of somewhere behind her, as to give the vampire and seer, still engulfed in each other’s arms, some privacy. Fred slowly got up and followed him.

Cordelia moved away from Angel’s lips, resting her chin on his shoulder and squeezing her arms around him. I love you.

Angel closed his eyes kissing her shoulder once before burying his face into her neck. I love you too.

And I’m sorry…y’know, about…not letting you explain.

No, it’s…You had every right to be angry…I just feel sorry for whoever has to fix your door…

Cordelia laughed softly, kissing his cheek once, before resting her chin on his shoulder once again. And since we’re apologizing, I’m sorry for not telling you about the visions.

Angel’s entire posture stiffened and his arms tightened around her waist. Cordelia closed her eyes and squeezed him back, unsure of what to say, or how to reassure him. Angel…

I’ll find a way Cordelia. I’m not letting you go…

Angel…

I’m not giving you up without a fight.

Cordelia let the tears fall, not bothering to hold them back, wanting to believe him, wanting to trust that he wouldn’t let her die, just as he had promised never to leave her, she wanted to promise the same thing to him, she wanted to be able to keep that promise to him.

But she was mortal. She’d die eventually. And she was thinking way too much because Angel could hear everything and his grip on her waist was becoming almost painful. As though he couldn’t bear to let her go, for fear that she’d disappear from his sight and from his life.

Then I won’t let them take me without a fight either. She raised her head slightly, arms still locked around his neck, and smiled. He didn’t smile but le leaned forward and kissed her forehead softly, still holding her in his arms, soaking her into his very soul.

The basement door slammed open, causing Angel and Cordelia to break apart in shock, and Gunn and Wesley strolled through it, Wesley carrying a wooden box and Gunn, his beloved axe.

“Sherlock Homes here found a cure.” Gunn said loudly.

Cordelia’s eyes widened. “Really?”

“Yes. I’m the man.” Wesley grinned at Gunn.

“You da man!”

“I’m the man!”

“Guys!” Cordelia shouted, getting their attention. “Can we do so that we don’t, oh I don’t know, go insane???”

Wesley cleared his throat. “Yes, of course. I just need to prepare everything and then we’re good to go.” He walked into his office.

Cordelia sighed in relief, getting up and offering Angel her hand. He took it, pulling himself to his feet so that she wouldn’t have to hold his weight. The vampire slung an arm around Cordelia’s waist and pulled her down so that she was seated on his lap on the sofa. Cordelia let out a small squeak of surprise before shifting in order to get comfortable and nestling her head under Angel’s chin.

Gunn looked at them with raised eyebrows. “So you two kissed and made up, huh?”

Cordelia grinned and kissed Angel’s neck, making Gunn roll his eyes and cringe at their display of affection. Angel opened his mouth, but was interrupted, as Wesley walked out of his office and placed the crystal in front of him on the table. Cordelia’s attention was immediately diverted.

“Ooh shiny!” she moved off Angel’s lap, eliciting a growl from the vampire, making Gunn snigger, but she only ignored him and moved to hold the crystal in her hands, before Wesley shooed her away with a stern look.

“Cordelia, this is a very fragile and precious stone, we need to be careful with it.”

Cordy huffed. “Jeez Wes, I’m not gonna break the damn thing.”

“Well if you do, there’ll be hell to pay because you and Angel will be stuck listening to each other’s thought for ever.” Wesley confirmed. Cordelia put her hands on her hips and huffed again.

“But I thought you had to destroy it?” Fred’s voice floated out from somewhere, before she came into view, arms linked with Lorne. She rushed forward to join them.

“Well, I was all ready to do the smashing thing but English here decided to give me a heart attack.” Gunn said. Wesley pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Gunn, if you had smashed it…Christ, everyone sit down otherwise I’m never going to be able to explain this and I am going to go insane.”

Cordelia rolled her eyes and plonked herself back down on Angel’s lap, her arms around his neck and his arms around her waist. Wesley laid the book flat on the table

“Right well, if we’re comfortable, the crystal is the object that Fred suggested. It is of immense significance and importance to the demon. It occurred to me just as Gunn was about to destroy it, that Karranja demons have a tendency to fall desperately in love with shiny, mesmerising objects.”

“Kinda like Cordy.” Gunn smirked.

Cordelia smiled sweetly. “Well, at least I haven’t fallen in love with my axe.”

“No, but you have a boyfriend who seems to have fallen in love with mine.” Gunn retorted, blushing slightly and shifting in his seat, refusing to look at Angel. The vampire just buried his head into Cordy’s shoulder and didn’t say a word.

I still can’t believe you tried to take off his pants.

I still can’t believe you named his penis!

Wesley coughed, while Cordelia and Gunn reddened. “Yes, well, the crystal does eventually need to be destroyed. But, before Gunn smashed it I was able to observe that it has several engravings on the internal surface.” He lifted up the crystal and showed it to Fred who had taken a place standing next to him. She glanced at the inside. Sure enough, there were three long lines of inscriptions in a language that she recognised.

“Huh…what does it say?” Cordelia asked, genuinely curious. Wesley looked down sheepishly.

“I don’t know yet.”

Cordelia sighed, exasperated. “Well Wes, can you please translate it and get this stupid curse out of me?”

“Well Cordelia, that’s the beauty of it. I already know exactly what to do. So it doesn’t need to be translated. We can go through with it straight away.”

“Oh no.” Cordelia lifted her hand, shaking her head vigorously from side to side, “No way. I am not gonna take that chance and end up with horns or a tail or something really gross like that!” Wesley opened his mouth to interrupt but she cut him off. “No Wesley! Let’s just translate whatever it says and then do it. I’m willing to wait. Magic isn’t reliable and with my sucky luck, it’ll have guaranteed side effects.”

“She’s right.” Gunn chimed in, gaining a glare from Wesley. Finally, the ex-watcher conceded and opened a large book on his right, fingers strolling down the page. He observed the crystal closely and then glanced backwards and forwards between it and the book. His eyes squinted and he looked up, glaring at the five faces staring back at him.

“I can’t do it while I’m on bloody display!” he said loudly, exasperated. “Stop watching me! Fred, could you give me a hand please?” he beckoned her to follow him into his office. Fred hesitated, then shook herself and followed slowly.

“So you slept with Darla, huh?” Gunn asked Angel bluntly, as soon as the door to Wesley’s office closed. Both vampire and seer jerked their heads up and looked at him in shock.

“How did you…” Cordy began.

“I told them.” Angel said, catching Cordelia’s eye. She looked at him for a moment and then looked back down at her lap, where their hands were now joined. A wave of uneasiness swept through her but she concentrated on Angel’s earlier words and pushed it away.

Gunn addressed Angel again, annoyed that he wasn’t getting any attention. “So how come there was no evil alter ego bustin’ out?”

Angel kept his gaze on Cordy. “It wasn’t perfect happiness.”

Cordelia kept her eyes on his hand, large and comforting, rubbing small circles into her palm. “Why not?” Angel’s eyes snapped to Gunn’s. “She’s blonde and short and annoyingly whiny. You must have blissed out bigtime!”

“Gunn…” Lorne sighed softly.

Angel’s gaze didn’t waver. “It was perfect despair.”

Gunn’s brown eyes, landed on Cordelia, who gave him a pleading look, worth a million words. He looked at Lorne, who was giving him more or less the same look, pained and beseeching. He switched his focus to Angel, who was staring at him apologetically, regret and remorse written all over his face. Gunn softened slightly at the immense sincerity in both the vampire’s eyes, and his next words.

“I’m sorry Gunn. I didn’t say that soon enough and I deserve your anger. But for what it’s worth, I never meant to hurt any of you. I just had to deal with…certain things. But I know I upset you and I regret that more than you will ever know. It won’t happen again.”

“Dam right, it won’t happen again.” Gunn said lowly, staring at the vampire. Angel growled inwardly but nodded.

Gunn’s face remained completely void of emotion for a moment. “Well, if Cordelia’s forgiven you…then I don’t see why I should be all pissy about it.”

Cordelia let out a sigh of relief and Gunn gave a small smile, the look on his face almost sympathetic.

“Thank you.” Angel said, sincerity laced through his words.

“Well man, you and I weren’t exactly the best of friends. But you saved my ass once or twice and all that matters now is that you’re back. We all have bad days. Or weeks, months, whatever. Personally, I’m just glad you’re the one sitting here and not Angelus. Sure, I should probably volunteer Cordy to bitchslap your ass into next week for even doing it but I’m feeling strangely content. Could be all that destruction I caused with my axe…” he looked over at Cordy with raised eyebrows and then glanced back at the vampire.

“But I just thought I’d let you know about us being cool and shit. You’re not gonna wanna hug are you?” he asked, almost fearfully.

Angel couldn’t stop the small smile that graced his lips. “No Gunn, but thanks for asking.”

Gunn smirked. “I’ll leave the cuddles up to Cordy.” He rose and Cordelia smacked him hard across the back of his thigh, making his grin widen. “I told you Cordy, I ain’t an S & M man.” He laughed as he stretched.

Cordelia hid her grin by covering her face with her hands. God, she loved Gunn. Despite his insecurities about Angel and his receding reluctance to accept what the vampire truly was, deep inside, she knew he had an amazing ability to cut through the crap in life and just live it through for what it was worth.

He acknowledged the horrors of the past but cut it down to size through the hopes of the future. He had lost so much, normalcy, a little sister, a hell of a lot of friends…but regardless of everything he lost, he laughed and smiled, with the help of everything he gained. And he knew how to distinguish the two beautifully.

Lorne chuckled. “Well Angelcakes, two down, one to go!” he smiled at the vampire, tipping his head towards Wesley’s office.

How the hell am I going to explain this to Wes?

Just tell him what you told me. Trust me Angel, Wesley is far more understanding than Gunn and I can ever dream of being. He’ll work it out eventually.

Angel just kissed her shoulder and shifted his feet to make himself more comfortable. Cordelia made a move to get up, but steel bands around her waist refused to let her go and she remained in place. She rolled her eyes and slumped against him.

***

“Right, so that’s a T…” Wesley pointed at the strange circular character, staring at him from under the shiny surface. “Scrap that, it’s an A.”

Fred watched him, brown eyes narrowing behind her glasses, taking in every movement as his torso reared from left to right, from book to crystal, stiffly, as though he had a steel ramrod up his spine. “Wes, you’re making me dizzy.”

Wesley looked up, annoyed. “Well, this has to be done Fred.”

Fred sighed. “Yeah but at least loosen up. Here…” she moved forward, placing her hands lightly on his waist, as to help him straighten but he jerked away, blue eyes staring at her in horror, and then remorse.

“Fred…”

“Wesley, why are you doing this?” Fred whispered, voice breaking, tears of frustration and heartbreak pricking at her eyes. “Why are you throwing away our friendship because of something I have already forgiven you for?”

Wesley looked down, swallowing hard. He gestured back to the book. “We should really…”

“No Wesley!” Fred said, her voice raising slightly, making the ex-watcher glance up at her. He recognised the anxiety and desperation in her voice and he wanted nothing more than to remove it. But he couldn’t, not when he was unable to deal with the weight on his own heart.

“I don’t want to evade this anymore. I don’t want these side long glances and hesitancies and this horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach that every time I move to touch you, you’re gonna move away.”

“Fred…”

“Because I don’t want you to. I don’t want you to move away. I spent five years in a place where I couldn’t touch anyone, couldn’t hold anyone, couldn’t have anyone just there with me. I had to hide and run and I craved human interaction, without the fear of being caught and enslaved…” Tears were flowing freely down her cheeks now and Wesley felt his heart break just that little bit more.

“And I like being able to talk to you, to be comfortable around you. Because you’re my friend and I can’t bear to think that you’re going to make me give that up because of something that isn’t your fault and something that you’re not forgiving yourself for!”

Blue eyes locked firmly with determined brown ones and Fred continued, “Please forgive yourself Wesley. Please. It wasn’t your fault. It never will be your fault. And I trust you. Please believe me. I don’t want to give this up. I don’t want to give you up. I’m not ready to. Please don’t make me…” her last words were whispered and she crumpled, knees buckling, cheeks wet with tears.

Wesley found he could no longer stand there while the woman who was stealing his heart fell apart, and rushing forward, he gently gathered Fred in his arms and rocked her.

“I’m sorry Fred.” He whispered. “I’m so sorry.” Closing his eyes and blinking rapidly, he continued. “Fred I just…I never ever wanted you to see me like that. It wasn’t me, I know…but I can’t help thinking that every time you see me, you see that face. And I’m scared to touch you or to be near you because I see that face. I see your face, terrified of me. And I can’t bear it. But I’m going to get over it. I’m going to have to get over it because you’ve just made me realise how much I miss you.”

Fred sniffled, burying her face under Wesley’s chin and squeezing his arms. “I only see you Wesley. I only see you.”

Wesley smiled into her hair and kissed the top of her head once, before helping her gently to her feet. He removed a handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed her eyes gently, before handing it to her. Then he smiled warmly, a smile that made Fred’s heart warm suddenly because it was something he hadn’t given her in a long time now. She smiled back.

Wesley grinned. “I’m sorry for being such an ass pansy.”

Fred giggled, smiling widely at him, the heavy weight on her shoulders lifted and floating gently away. “That’s okay. I like you regardless.”

Wesley felt something inside him pull sharply and his smile softened. “Good to know.” He gestured to the large tome on his desk. “Shall we?”

Fred smiled shyly, feeling slightly giddy for the first time in weeks and nodded, following Wesley as he strolled to the desk. Taking a seat, an immense feeling of peace settled within both of them. Of course, neither expected to hear both Cordelia and Angel screaming their heads off, mere seconds later.

***

Wesley and Fred rushed out of the office, their faces holding expressions of unadulterated shock at the sight that beheld them. Cordelia, well, that was closer to usual, writhing on the floor, Gunn restraining her flaying arms, preventing her head from hitting the ground.

What they didn’t expect to see was Angel crumpled in a heap on the tiles, clutching his head in agony, hand blocking his ears, yelling loudly, Lorne hovering over him, unsure of what to do and more than a little frightened.

Wesley glanced at Gunn. “What the hell happened?”

“I don’t know! One minute we’re all talking, the next minute, Angel goes flying into the wall and Cordy’s on the floor.” The girl in question grunted, thrashed wildly one last time before shuddering and burying herself into Gunn’s waiting arms. Gunn felt a wetness seep through his shirt and he gripped Cordelia’s shoulders tighter, offering her whatever comfort he could.

Wesley rushed over to Angel who was still moaning, softer now, curled into an almost foetal ball. The Englishman gently touched Angel’s shoulder, squeezing lightly, waiting patiently for a response.

Angel rolled his head so that he could look at Wesley, eyes squinted in pain, hands still over his ears. Finally he managed, “What the fuck was that?”

Part 10

Posted July 4, 2015 by califi in Complete

Great Minds. 8   1 comment

Part 8

Cordelia took the stairs two at a time, blurry and uncertain beneath her feet. The tears were streaming down her face so fast, she was marvelled that they hadn’t left little liquid skid marks.

She reached the last step and bounded towards the exit, grabbing her purse along the way.

“Cordelia, ah good, there you are. Gunn and I were going to…what’s the matter?”

Cordelia brushed away Wesley’s hand on her shoulder and muttered a quick ‘I’m fine’ before attempting to leave again. This time she was stopped by Gunn’s strong hand on her arm.

“Barbie?” she looked up at him, observing the way his concerned eyes widened slightly at the sight of her grief stricken face.

“Please let me go.”

It was barely above a whisper but Gunn heard it and it was enough. He let go of her arm, hand hovering hesitantly as if unsure as to whether or not to let her out of sight in the state she was in.

She rewarded him with a small grateful smile which came out more as a grimace, then quickly turned on her heel and ran out of the Hyperion. Fred swallowed, pushing her glasses up on her nose and turning to face Wesley, who wore a worried expression.

“That was…odd.”

***

It took Angel approximately two minutes to realise what had just happened. Awareness of what he had just revealed hit him straight in the face and fear and anger clutched at his spine, refusing to release its painful grip.

He lunged out of his room, barrelling down the stairs as fast as he could. When he reached the lobby, a nagging feeling made him wish he’d stayed in his room.

Charles Gunn stood, face expressionless, arms crossed over his chest. He was looking directly at Angel, and it made the vampire feel uneasy, as though he was obligated to do something. He just wasn’t sure what.

“So?” Gunn asked shrugging his shoulders. “What did you do this time?”

Angel’s demon growled internally, wanting to swipe at Gunn for his cockiness. But his soul recognised his concern for Cordy and Angel sighed.

“She found out…I…I slept with Darla.”

Gunn’s eyes widened and he stumbled back slightly. Well, that wasn’t what he was expecting. Wesley opened and closed his mouth unable to say anything, resembling a fish. Fred just looked between the men before asking, “Who’s Darla?”

That snapped Wesley back to attention. “You slept with Darla?” There was a lack of anger in the watcher’s voice, more disappointment, and it struck Angel straight to the core. Gunn’s nostrils flared furiously and his fists curled into balls.

“Look, I know you’re gonna wanna talk about this and probably beat the crap outta me but I gotta go talk to Cordy.” Angel rushed forward, stopped by Gunn’s hand on his chest.

“Cordy didn’t look like she wanted to see you.” Gunn said.

This time Angel did growl, glaring at Gunn. “Why don’t you let me decide that boy?” he snarled. Wesley frowned and cautiously told Gunn to let him go. Gunn did.

Angel grabbed his coat, the black material swirling around him effortlessly. “I’m sorry guys.” He managed, sounding as sincere as he felt. “Lorne will tell you the rest.”

Lorne’s red eyes widened as three pairs of eyes turned to him, two angry, one clueless. This gave Angel the chance to make the getaway he needed and the vampire slipped out of the Hyperion doors.

“You knew about this?” Wesley shouted, shocked and angry. “You knew about this terrible secret and you didn’t tell us?” He moved forward, making Lorne swallow the lump in his throat and move back.

“Pumpkin, it wasn’t my secret to tell.” Lorne held his hands up defensively. Gunn looked as though he was about to throw something. Fred just looked confused.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell us.” Wesley ground out, glaring at the green demon. Lorne’s eyes narrowed.

“Ya know Wesley, if I were to tell all your friends about what goes on in your head every time I hear you singing, would you be able to forgive me?”

Wesley’s head jerked up. The demon was looking at him expectantly, waiting for an answer. “No.” he said softly, imagining the shock he’d be in if Lorne were to reveal his feelings about Fred, or Cordelia…Wesley looked back up at Lorne, smiling sadly. “No I wouldn’t.”

“Exactly. Now I know it’s different with you cos you didn’t sleep with some blonde chick in order to feel something other than the cold and you aren’t gonna go evil if you do but Angel’s privacy is Angel privacy. And at the time he was trying so hard to gain back your trust that he was scared that if he told you, you’d never accept him back again. And he needed you guys. All of you.”

Lorne finished sadly. “I did warn him that this was gonna come back and bite him in the ass. But look at it this way,” he turned to face Gunn, who still had a scowl on his face. “If he didn’t sleep with Darla, he wouldn’t have had an epiphany. And he wouldn’t have stepped back onto the path to redemption again. He would have just gone on being dark and broody and grumpy and without the leather pants…”

Lorne stopped at the strange looks he was getting. “Aw come on! You gotta love those leather pants!”

Wesley sighed loudly. “Right. Well Lorne, you can tell us this magnificent story once Gunn and I get back from our ‘something precious to the demon’ hunt…”

“Wha?” Lorne looked a little put out. “I thought you wanted to hear the story. I love telling stories!”

“We hardly have time for that Lorne. Cordelia and Angel may go completely insane, God knows they’re behaving slightly off already. We need to find this precious object and destroy it instantly.” Wesley answered.

“Fine.” Lorne said, mock-indignantly, “I’ll just stay here and tell my new favourite person all about Angel’s little melodrama.” He wriggled his eyebrows at Fred who smiled and then blushed.

“Lorne, I don’t know if that’s wise.”

“Wes, it’s okay, I wanna know.” Fred said, reassuringly.

Wesley opened his mouth. “Yes, but…”

“Wesley, you can’t protect me from everything.” Fred’s statement came out harsher than she had expected it to and she realised the deeper implication of what she had just said.

Wesley’s shoulders slumped slightly and his eyes saddened. It was only for a spilt second though and the Englishmen cleared his throat and grabbed his coat.

“Right. Lorne, don’t say anything I wouldn’t.” he raised his eyebrows at the demon in question and Lorne silently nodded. “Let’s go Gunn.” Wesley beckoned the black man with his index finger and walked out the basement door, before Fred could say a word.

Gunn stood in shock for a moment before moving his feet. “Oh you did not just go all Timmy and Lassie on my ass!” he growled, storming out the door, after Wesley.

***

“Cordelia!” Angel yelled, hammering on her front door. He’d lost count of how many times he’d done that in the past five minutes, although he was pretty sure it was high enough to be a record of some kind. He tried again.

“Go away Angel.” Cordelia said evenly, sitting on her couch in the living room. She turned up the volume on her music system, hoping to drown out the noise of his the vampire banging on her door but it didn’t even soften, let alone stop. She had told Dennis strictly not to open the door to him and her ghost had complied so far.

“Cordelia, please. I just want to explain.”

“You really think I want the details of your sex life with short, blonde and skanky? Nuh uh!”

Angel sighed. “I don’t want to give you the details. I just want to tell you why it happened. Cordelia, I love you, please don’t throw this away because of one stupid mistake.”

Cordelia shut her eyes, head falling onto her knees, blinking back the tears that threatened to fall. She loved him so much but how could he? How could he sleep with her? Anger and hurt and a small amount of jealousy bubbled up inside of her and she swallowed back a sob, swiping at her eyes with the back of her hand.

“Cordy, open the door or I’m gonna break it!” Angel shouted, frustration getting hold of his demon. He waited for a few minutes, listening intently, making sure that she wasn’t near the door. Then he vamped out and barrelled into the wood, feeling it splinter underneath his weight.

There was a sharp cracking sound and the door gave way, breaking off one hinge and flying open, banging against the wall. Angel stood in the entrance staring at Cordelia, who was gaping at her broken door.

“Oh that’s just great Angel! First you break my heart, now you break my damn door!” She leapt of the couch and headed towards him. For a moment the vampire thought she was going to slap him but she turned to the right and began inspecting her door, muttering something about damn vampire strength and a leash.

“Cordelia…”

”I don’t want to hear it.” She cut him off, abandoning the door and walking towards her kitchen. Angel grabbed her arm.

“Cordelia, please let me just explain…”

“Why? What’s there to explain Angel? You did the dirty with Darla, could have easily lost your soul and killed all of us, lied to me about sleeping with her and oh hey, you gave up on everything we’ve been fighting for!” she screamed out. “That about cover it?”

“You don’t know what it was like…”

“What was what like? That time? That period when you completely discarded us as though we were these tiny little pieces of crap that didn’t spend God know how much time dedicating our lives to you…”

I just wanted to feel something other than the cold…

“Then wear a damn sweater!” Cordelia shouted, taking in a deep breath at the heartbroken look on Angel’s face. I will not feel sorry for him, I will not feel sorry for him, dammit!

Angel looked up at her hopefully. “I’m sorry Cordelia. I would take it back if I could but I can’t. What I did has happened and I never meant for you to find out…”

Oh that’s reassuring!

“Would you let me finish?”

“I didn’t say anything!”

“But I can hear you thinking!”

“How is that my fault?”

Angel ran a hand through his hair, taking in an unnecessary breath. “Then, could you…try not to think maybe?”

Cordelia glared. “You don’t get to say what I do and don’t do.”

Angel growled. “Cordelia stop acting like a child. Let me…”

“Oh, bite me Angel. You don’t have the right to preach about how I behave when the way you act on impulse is so damn crappy!”

“Cordelia, I don’t get why you’re so angry! We weren’t together at the time, I didn’t owe you anything!” The words were true but he regretted them as soon as they left his mouth. An odd fear settled in his stomach at the pain replaced quickly by fury, that flashed in her usually warm, hazel eyes.

“You…you think that’s what this is about? You think I’m jealous? You think that’s the only reason that I’m so pissed off? Ha! Shows what kind of person you think I am.”

“Cordy…”

“You wanna know why I’m so angry? Let’s see shall we? You pushed us away, pushed me away, and there I was, poor pathetic Cordy, thinking I was your best friend! Well, that must have made you and your lady love laugh like hell.”.

Angel tried to interrupt but she continued with a broken laugh. “What’s even better is that you hurt me so that you could go out and kill her. But you ended up sleeping with her instead! Hey, I have an idea. Let’s start that as our business! L.A would have demons lining up to be shot down!”

I tried to save her…

Cordelia ignored him, despite the twinge of guilt that fluttered through her heart.

“And let’s not forget the fact that after this fabulously fun event, if you had lost your soul, who would you go after first? Huh? Some random guy on the street? Or me, Wesley and Gunn?”

Her words contained so much venom that Angel wondered how they could be escaping her soft mouth. She scoffed at his train of thought, which brought him back to the matter at hand.

“Cordelia, I didn’t lose my soul. I had an…”

“Epiphany, right.” She rolled her eyes and glared at him. “So great, you have an epiphany and while you’re trying to get back on my good side after the hurting and the betraying and the crappy treatment, you lie to me! You looked me straight in the eye and lied to me!”

Jesus, shut up already!

Cordelia’s eyes flashed once again and she stared hard at the vampire before her. “What did you just say?”

Angel’s eyes snapped to hers and mumbled an apology before adding, “Darla meant nothing.”

“That’s not what this is about.”

“I never meant to hurt you.”

“Well you did.”

“Cordy, if you’d just let me ex…”

“I don’t want to hear your stupid explanation!”

Angel grabbed her by the arms and yanked her up against him. “Are you going to let me talk or is this going to be all about you?”

“It never was all about me, that’s the damn problem!” she screamed. Angel’s eyes widened slightly and he loosened his hold. She wriggled away from him and put both hands over her face, willing her tears not to betray her, make her look weak.

She should have known that he didn’t care about that. She should have known that all he wanted to do was hold her and apologize and make everything better. But anger and a strong sense of betrayal controlled her senses and she refused to think rationally.

“Please go.” She whispered.

Angel felt sudden and surprising tears prick at his eyes and he rapidly blinked them away. “Cordy…”

“God Angel, I don’t want to talk to you! I don’t! You betrayed us! You completely gave up! After everything we’ve been through, you pushed me away and you went to her!” the sob that Cordelia had been holding back pushed it’s way out of her throat and into the open. Angel moved forward to embrace her but she held up a hand, preventing any further advancing.

“Please…just go.”

The broken door creaked slightly, opening slightly further, and Phantom Dennis made his presence evident. Cordelia refused to look at Angel. The vampire stubbornly shook his head. I’m not leaving.

Cordelia glanced up.

“No.”

Cordelia’s eyes narrowed. “No?”

“No, I’m not leaving until we sort this out. I want a chance to explain why I did what I did and I’m gonna get it because you’re too important to me to just throw this away.” He placed himself on the couch and put both legs up on the coffee table.

Cordelia looked at him open mouthed, unable to think or speak for a second. “I’m not joking Angel, get the fuck out.”

Twice in three days? Jeez Cordy, that’s just mean.

She bristled. Fine, if you won’t go, then I will. She grabbed her coat off the rack and walked out the open, broken door, without turning back. And you don’t even give me a chance to slam the damn door!

Angel’s eyes widened and he sat up straight, staring open mouthed at the broken doorway and the woman who’d just walked through it. Okay, that wasn’t meant to happen…He scratched his head and sat still for a moment, debating with himself whether or not to go after her.

Then he relaxed, letting out a groan and leaned back against the couch, exhausted. He knew Cordelia, and when she needed space, that was all one could give her. I’m such a shit. Angel banged his head again and again on the couch, closing his eyes. Maybe he’d just sleep for a little while…

***

“Aww, now I’m getting all nostalgic.” Gunn said dryly, as Wesley and him entered the familiar sewer tunnel. “Just bring back Scully and the sexual tension and we’ll have ourselves a part-ay.”

Wesley didn’t even look at his friend. “It’s Sully.”

Gunn stopped. “What?”

Wesley bent down to check underneath a large rotting piece of material. All he found was dust. “The character you just mentioned. His name was Sully, not Scully. Dana Scully is a character on the X Files, a show about…”

“I know what the show is about!” Gunn yelled, unable to get over his friend’s condescension. “I am a pop culture expert Mr I-don’t-have-time-for-TV-because-all-I-do-all-day-is-drink-tea-and-bury-myself-in-some-dusty-old-book.”

Wesley glanced at him warily. “You’ve been spending far too much time with Cordelia.”

Gunn shrugged. “True. Next thing you know I’ll be calling Scully cute.”

“Sully.”

“Whatever, I don’t watch cartoons.”

Wesley sighed and pushed up his glasses. “It’s not a cartoon. It’s an animated movie.”

Gunn glared at his friend. “English, I’m gonna be kicking a whole mesh of ass…” Gunn stopped as something crunched under his foot. He grimaced as Wesley glanced over. “I don’t wanna know. Don’t tell me. What is it? Left over brain bits? Old teeth?”

Wesley rolled his eyes. “It’s a dead leaf Gunn.”

Gunn looked down. “Oh. That’s cool.”

Wesley raised his eyebrows. “Are you going to help me look or are you just going to stand there whining?”

Gunn grinned. “Do I get a choice?”

***

“So then he decided to tell the big fat fib because he just wanted, hell he needed to be accepted by them again. Cordelicious especially. He knew that if she found out, it would take even longer to gain her trust again, and I don’t think Angel could wait that long. Plus, you know our vampire. He’s as dense as the next when it comes to feelings and crap like that. And Cordy’s not your average…”

Lorne was interrupted by the slamming of the Hyperion door as a red faced, puffy eyed Cordelia stormed into the lobby, ignoring the her two friends completely and bounding up the stairs.

Lorne rose from his seat but was stopped by a warm hand on his arm. “I’ll go.” Fred said softly, getting up and following Cordy. The demon watched her walk up the stairs. It was strange how women grew so fast. How they became so strong, strong enough to hold up anything that was thrown their way without physically keeling over.

Fred spent five years in hell dimension and survived. She was stalked and threatened through the corridors of the Hyperion by a man she trusted with her life and she survived, attempting to be strong for the both of them when he couldn’t.

Cordelia was pushed into a life that she never demanded, pulled into the darkness inch by inch as she fell more and more in love with Angel and his mission, his redemption. She had the gift of sight, visions that deadened her beautiful hazel eyes, shattered her skull into a million pieces with brutal imagery and choking emotions. And she survived, due to strength, due to heart.

Lorne took another gulp of his seabreeze, smiling softly. These men had no idea just how lucky they were.

***

“Cordy?” Fred pushed open the door to the room in which Cordelia usually slept, quietly padding over the floorboards and over to the bed where the young woman sat, shoulders slouched, head against the headboard. Fred smiled at her friend softly, taking Cordy’s hand in her own and squeezing. Cordy squeezed back, giving her a grateful smile.

Cordelia’s breathing was heavy and despite the tear tracks on her face and the dullness in her eyes, Fred had time to notice that she still looked beautiful. Everything about this woman was radiant. From her hazel eyes, to her dazzling smile, to the flatness of her stomach, to her stunningly long legs, to her wonderful heart.

She glowed no matter what she was put through. Fred inwardly cursed the PTB, then apologized because they sent Angel to rescue her from the monsters.

“What’s the matter?” Fred winced at the obvious question. “I’m sorry, that was stupid. I know what’s the matter. Here.” She picked up the glass on the side of the table and filled it with water from the flask, also sitting on the tabletop. “Drink this. From the looks of it, you’ve been crying for a long time and that makes you dehydrated.” Fred nodded enthusiastically.

Cordelia grinned slightly and took the glass, taking greedy gulps of the cool liquid. It travelled down her throat, soothing the soar flesh. All that yelling really took a lot out of her. She placed it back on the table.

“Drink some more.” Fred ordered.

“Fred, I’m fine…” Cordy started.

Fred shoved an already refilled glass at her. “Drink it Cordy. Trust me okay? It’ll make you feel better.”

“It’ll also make me wanna pee.” Cordelia said, smiling.

“Yeah, but it’s worth it.” Fred winked. Cordelia took the glass again. This time Fred cut straight to the chase.

“Cordy, I know you’re upset about this whole Darla thing, and of course you have every right to be. Lorne explained everything to me and I can imagine Angel wasn’t fun to be around at that time…”

Cordelia snorted.

Fred continued. “But he loves you. He really does. I know he does because…well I just do! Okay, so I don’t know this Darla lady and I’m sure she’s very nice an’ all…or maybe she’s not, okay she’s not.” Fred quickly adjusted her statement at the look Cordelia sent her way.

“But, I’m sure he didn’t look at her the way he looks at you. Cordy, do you have any idea how he looks at you? It makes my stomach go all gooey. And he’s a good man, he’s a lovely person and he…”

“Yeah well, you would say that, what with the leftover hero worship thing you had going for a while!” Cordelia snapped angrily. Fred lowered her gaze and closed her mouth. A brief pain flashed behind Cordy’s eyes and she sighed, covering Fred’s hand with her own.

“Fred, sweetie, I’m sorry. I just…God.” She buried her hands in her hair and bent forward. “I’m so sick of everything. I’m so sick of people telling me it’s gonna be alright when I know it’s not. I’m sick of people defending his ass when he’s the one who does something wrong. I’m sick of loving him so much that I let my guard down. I’m sick of…”

“What do you mean you let your guard down?” Fred asked curiously, eyes searching her friend’s. Cordelia looked up at her. “Cordy, I know you’ve been hurt by people in the past, and I know it’s the last thing any woman needs but you are the centre of his universe. And of course everything isn’t going to be fine. We live in a world of soulless evil people and even some of the ones with souls aren’t that great…” Cordelia smiled. “But you just have to take it as it comes. And know that he loves you and you love him and that should be enough.”

Cordelia sighed, running a hand through her hair. “I know.”

“Then why are you still so angry?” Fred grabbed Cordy’s hand and shoved another glass of water in it. Cordelia shook the glass slightly, causing the contents to move around as she watched them, fascinated.

“Because I hate thinking about that time. I hate being lied to Fred, I can’t stand it. I hate giving everything I have to someone and having them just throw it away completely. I did it once and I promised myself I wouldn’t do it again.” She closed her eyes, images of her first love flashing through her mind.

“But I did it again. And every time I think about what he did with Darla. About how he risked all our lives and just gave up…” she let out a breath. “I’ve never wanted anything more than I want him to be able to see the sun. And he just stopped caring.” A tear slipped down her cheek and Fred felt her heart break a little.

“I hate him for it. But then I love him so I can’t hate him and that pisses me off even more.” Cordelia added. Fred smiled. “Plus, I’m a little…jealous.”

Fred grinned. “Of what? Of her? Please!” she smiled at Cordelia. “Angel’s got the hots for one lady and one lady only and that’s you.” She poked Cordy in the ribs, which got a laugh from the seer. “So he did what he did. It’s in the past. And he’s sorry Cordy, he’s so sorry. Remember what you fought about last time? And how you came so close to losing him? Do you want to be in that position again?”

Cordelia closed her eyes in pain at the memory of the wood buried in Angel’s chest. She felt a sudden nausea but swallowed it back down. She felt Fred’s reassuring touch on her arm.

“Cordy, I haven’t been in this world for that long. But from what I remember and from what I’m learning, men are usually the wrong ones. They make the mistakes and we have to pick up the pieces.”

“Ain’t that the truth.”

“Yeah but, when you pick up the pieces, which I know isn’t the most glamorous job…it’s worth it. Everything that keeps you together, that gives you someone to hold and love and share something with, is bloody well worth it.” She grinned sheepishly at the slightly odd look Cordy gave her. “I’m under the influence of Wes.”

Cordelia raised an eyebrow. “Fred, when did you become an people person? Let alone a therapist?”

Fred grinned again. “Well, I watch Oprah.”

Cordelia looked at her friend for a minute. Then she laughed, a real happy, beautiful laugh that bubbled out of throat as she embraced Fred tightly. Fred returned the hug, happy to have made her friend smile again.

“Thank you Fred.” Cordy whispered, leaning back against the headboard again.

“Anytime.” Fred smiled warmly, still holding her friend’s hand tightly in her own, as Cordy turned her gaze to the window. Fred hoped, for whatever it was worth that she’d smile again, like she did a second ago.

She hoped that Angel and her would get past this obstacle and just go back to loving each other. She squeezed Cordy’s hand again. Angel had been through enough as an ensouled vampire in a hundred years, he didn’t need more guilt and trauma on his shoulders. What he needed was that someone to keep him happy, to keep him hopeful.

Cordelia was the perfect fit. And Fred could honestly and openly say that if anyone deserved to be truly happy, to smile without a care in the world, to have someone love her and hold her and treat her every bit like the queen she was, it was Cordy.

***

Charles Gunn brought his axe down for the twentieth time in an hour, smashing a large pile of bricks beneath it. He straightened and looked around. Wesley and him had destroyed pretty much everything in the layer. There was rubble everywhere, from smashed bricks and clouds of dust rose out of nowhere when he put his foot down.

They had smashed the wooden planks that had stabbed Angel and pulled down the cobwebs and the hanging mould and moss and destroyed those too. But they couldn’t find anything that looked even remotely valuable.

Wesley pushed his glasses up. “Well, perhaps we’ve already destroyed what the demon held most dear. We just aren’t aware of it.”

Gunn raised an eyebrow. “Demons are thick as hell Wes but I doubt they have fetishes about brick or wood.”

Wesley’s eyes squinted in deep concentration and Gunn was forced to shut up and have a conversation with the wall, which mostly involved him cursing about dumbass demons with blue snot. He knew not to disturb Wesley when he was in this mode. The ex-watcher was scanning the room as though he had x-ray vision, searching for anything that they may have missed, anything vaguely precious to man or monster.

Blue eyes searched carefully but frantically, landed on various shattered objects, forefinger and thumb rubbing his chin casually, deep in thought. And then it hit him straight in the gut.

“The wood.” He whispered.

“Say what?” Gunn looked up from the wall and turned to his friend.

“The wood, the wood it’s under the bloody wood!” Wesley rushed over to the splintered and broken pieces of timber and began lifting up each one carefully. Gunn just shook his head.

“Okay, he’s officially lost his coconut…” he muttered, walking over to Wes. “English, I hate to ruin your boy scout moment an’ all but…”

“Gunn, what did Fred say you were?” Wesley interrupted.

Gunn abruptly stopped. “What…what did Fred say I was?”

Wesley gestured wildly with his hands. “Angel’s the champion, Cordy’s the heart, I’m the brain and you’re the…”

“Muscle.” Gunn said proudly, as though he had just answered the most difficult question on earth.

“Precisely, so quit yapping and help me lift this bloody thing!” Wesley panted, lifting a small piece of wood and throwing it to the side. Gunn raised an eyebrow and the larger chunks of wood left for him to pick up. He lifted one off with ease.

“Ya know, I don’t why they think the brainy people got it all. What the hell would you do in the survival of the fittest?”

“Oh I don’t know, survive?” Wesley answered sarcastically, grabbing another plank and hurling it away from the pile.

Gunn glared. “Yeah, if some muscle bound monkey-man didn’t lynch your snooty ass first!”

Wesley smacked him on the arm.

Gunn looked mock scared and spoke in a high pitched voice. “Oh no! You hit me! Please don’t hurt me with your big bad brain! Anything but the brain!”

Wesley glared. “I’ll have you know that what you have in muscle, I make up for in integrity.”

“That’s just something that scrawny people say.” Gunn smirked.

“Wanker.”

“Ass Pansy.”

“Hey! You…you…baldy!”

Gunn’s jaw dropped. “Oh you did not just call me that! I know you did not just say what you just said!”

Wesley attempted to glare but it was incredibly hard when the corners of Gunn’s mouth were twitching upwards ever so slightly and Wesley himself wanted to giggle. Gunn snorted softly and Wesley could no longer hold it in. He burst out laughing.

“Aw man English, you really a piece of work…” Gunn wiped a tear from his eye when he had stopped chuckling and grabbed another plank of wood, throwing it aside. Wesley sighed and smiled, flinging the last piece of wood away to reveal a wooden box, deeply carved with engravings and small relief sculptures of bodies in battle.

Wesley pointed at the box. “Say it. Go ahead and say it. I’m a bloody genius!”

Gunn smirked at his friend. “You da man.”

“Oh yes. I am indeed.” Wesley nodded enthusiastically, making Gunn laugh. The Englishmen crouched down and lifted the cover of the box slowly, the creaking lid opening to reveal a shiny, pink, pyramid shaped crystal.

“That’s pretty.” Gunn said nodding. “All shiny and shit. Cordy would have a freakin’ field day.”

Wesley held the crystal in his hands, turning it with his fingers, exploring every angle, taking in every turn, sharp and blunt, the pointy tip and the shiny exterior.

Gunn looked at him questioningly. “You gonna let me trash it or what?”

Wesley snapped out of the mesmerising effect such a precious stone had on him and shook his head. “Yes. Go ahead.” He placed it down at Gunn’s feet and stepped to the side. Gunn raised his axe high and prepared to bring it down. He moved to smash it when Wesley yelled.

“Wait!”

Gunn jumped, dropping the axe and glaring at Wesley. “What the hell is wrong with you man? Give a brother a heart attack, why don’t you?”

Wesley stumbled forward. “Sorry, sorry, I just realised something.” He lifted the crystal in both hands and turned it again and again, palming it carefully, as if he was looking for something. And then he found it. Gunn was made aware of this by an amazed sigh that escaped the Englishman’s lips.

“What? No eureka this time?” Gunn asked good naturedly. Wesley shook his head, still fascinated by whatever he had found on the crystal. Then he looked up and a large grin broke out on his face.

“We’ve found ourselves a cure, Watson.”

Part 9

Posted July 4, 2015 by califi in Complete

Great Minds. 7   1 comment

Part 7

Cordelia burst through the doors of Wesley’s office, just in time to see Angel grabbing Gunn by the feet and pulling him off his chair. Gunn landed hard on his ass.

Oh…my…god…

“What the…?! Angel!” Gunn jerked up, grabbing his backside in pain. The vampire had a terrifyingly determined look on his face and Gunn only had a moment to glare at him, before Angel grabbed him once again, this time by the trousers and yanked hard. Gunn cursed loudly.

“Angel! What the bloody hell are you doing?” Wesley tried to intervene, grabbing Angel by the arm and pulling him away but the vampire was far too strong for the watcher. Not once did he release his hold on Gunn’s trousers.

“Wes! What the fuck is he doing?” Gunn’s eyes were wide and he had a look of sheer panic on his face.

“Lorne! Cordelia!” Wesley shouted out at the two shocked, still figures, standing in the room. “A little help?”

The two seemed to snap out of their daze then and rushed forward to help Wesley. Seizing Angel by the arm, the three of them were able to pull him far enough so that Gunn could crawl backwards, away from the vampire’s deadly grip.

“Jesus! What the hell is wrong with you man?” Gunn bellowed, his loud voice echoing off the Wesley’s walls.

“Take off your pants.” Angel said, simply and coolly.

Cordelia slapped her forehead. Wesley’s jaw dropped. Lorne looked at Angel, gaping slightly, a puzzled look forming on his face before he made a rather unhelpful contribution to the already tense situation.

“Yeah okay, I’m up for the Full Monty. Strut your stuff Gunny!”

Gunn gave Lorne a look that could have killed him, making the green demon duck his head in embarrassment and then chuckle.

“Gunn, take off your pants!” Angel shouted this time.

“Why the hell would I take off my pants? And since when do you get off on that anyway? I thought you was straight. ” Gunn shouted back, agitated and more than a little freaked out.

“Cos I want proof.” Angel answered breezily, like it was the most normal thing in the world to waltz into a room, grab a man by the trousers and yank off his pants. Gunn’s mouth dropped open, as did Wesley and Lorne’s. Cordelia just put her head in her hands.

Again. What an ass…

“Proof? Proof of what?” Angel stalked towards Gunn, dragging Wesley and Cordy who were still firmly attached to his arm. Gunn yelped and ran behind Wesley’s desk, placing an obstacle in between him and the vampire. Angel rolled his eyes.

“Gunn, I’m not attracted to you. I don’t bend that way.”

“Then why on earth do you want him to take off his pants?” Wesley was unable to get over his shock.

“I told you, I want proof.” Angel stood firmly in front of the desk, hands on his hips, eyeing Gunn’s trousers.

“And you’re expecting to find this so called evidence in his pants?” Wesley asked, cautiously.

Angel shook his head. “No, he needs to take the pants off, I need to see his…” the vampire hesitated, and for the first time since he had entered the office, Angel seemed to realise what he was doing. He looked slightly shocked for a second, before he shook his head and continued. “his uh,…thing.”

Gunn looked at Angel in disbelief. Angel looked slightly disbelieving himself. He mumbled something to himself, as if trying to work out his bearings. Lorne, who had a terrified yet excited look on his face at the prospect of Gunn taking off his trousers, glanced over at Cordy, who was still shaking her head, securely planted in her hands.

Jeez, why do I date all the weirdos?

Angel immediately turned around, the subsided anger once again taking hold of his emotions, and glared at Cordy. “Well why don’t you dump me and date Mr Meat Truncheon over there?”

“You told him!!!” Gunn screamed, making everyone in the room flinch. Cordelia rubbed her forehead before turning to look at Gunn.

“Gunn, I was thinking about it. He heard me. I didn’t mean for him to hear me.”

Gunn’s eyes, if it was possible, widened even more. “What the hell is wrong with the two of y’all? Why were you thinking about my thing? There will be no thinking about my thing! One of you is thinking about it, the other one wants to see it! What the hell is goin’ on? You people are sick! It’s my thing! Stop thinking about my thing!”

Wesley momentarily put aside his shock to produce an undignified snort, causing Gunn to turn his irate glare unto the Englishman. Wesley tried to bite back his grin. “Sorry. It’s just, you used the word ‘thing’ four times to describe…” he giggled. Gunn raised an extremely pissed off eyebrow. Wesley shut up.

“Gunn would you just take off your pants?” Angel said, tiredly. He just wanted to check the size of Gunn’s stupid penis and then go to bed. He was exhausted.

“Angel, get your ass outta here before I put my foot up it.” Gunn said angrily, Angel smiled sweetly, and answered just as firmly, “Gunn, take your pants off before I do it for you.”

Gunn shook his head stubbornly, which he had every right to do. “I am not taking off my pants! What the hell do you wanna see anyway? Proof of what? Take my word for it Angel, it’s there. You don’t need to see it to believe it, man. And it ain’t nuthin special. Every brother’s got one! I’m normal. Leave me and my thing alone!”

Cordelia, finally, decided to intercede into the conversation and moved so that she stood in between Angel and Gunn, facing the vampire.

“Angel. Stop it. I explained this to you outside, I’m not gonna do it again. It’s not a big deal. Please, let it go? Why must you always be so freakin’ anal about every little thing?”

Angel looked at her for a long second before glancing up at Gunn, who backed away, again, as the vampire’s eyes locked with his own. Angel picked Cordelia up by the shoulders and put her down, about a foot to the right, unblocking his way to Gunn. Cordelia let out a short, appalled gasp.

I…you jerk!

“Fred!” Gunn’s loud shout jerked Cordy out of her thoughts. “Fred’s here!” Gunn said again, pointing at the quiet girl who appeared in the doorway, obviously arriving upon hearing the racket. She smiled slightly before taking in Cordelia’s shocked face, Gunn’s defensive pose, Angel’s resolute visage, Wesley’s smiling yet confused one and Lorne’s fascination with Gunn’s…crotch???

“You can’t do this to me in front of Fred! She’s a lady!” Gunn said, shaking his head up and down vigorously, as though it were his only hope for survival.

Wha??? “I’m a lady!” Cordelia cried out, outraged by Gunn’s ignorance.

Gunn wrenched his head back to face the seer, swallowed once before replying, “Oh yeah…whoops?”

Angel could have sworn the noise that came from Cordy was a growl, before she said, “Y’know what? Screw you and your meat truncheon. Angel, take off his pants! See if I care!” She plopped herself down on Wesley’s couch, arms crossed stubbornly over her chest.

“Cordy!” Gunn cried out like a betrayed man, then jerked his head to the approaching vampire. “Wes! He’s gonna freakin’ assault my ass, do something!”

Wesley’s amusement had disappeared and he had gone completely still, realisation at what was happening hitting him full force at Cordelia’s last comment. The Englishman blinked once before whispering, “Oh bloody hell, it’s begun.”

Lorne and Fred both glanced at him, a cold fear rushing up their spine at his whispered words. Gunn grabbed a crossbow off Wesley’s shelf and aimed it at the vampire. “Get the hell away from me! Don’t make me dust your fat ass!”

Angel growled loudly. “Okay, for the last fucking time, my ass is not fat!”

Cordelia pffted. “Whatever…”

Angel spared her a cold glare before turning his attention back to the trembling man in front of him.

“Angel man, I mean it. I will shoot you. I don’t wanna have to tell people that I staked you cos you tried to grope me!” Gunn said warningly. Angel chuckled, a sadistic laugh that made everyone in the room, apart from Cordy, feel a deep fear prickle at the back of their necks.

“Gunn.” Angel said smoothly, “what’s with the hostility? All I wanna do, is see the size of your…axe.”

“Then go to the damn weapon’s cabinet! Ain’t nothin’ for you to see here!” Gunn yelled. Angel grinned again, a grin so reminiscent of Angelus that Gunn tightened his hold on the crossbow.

“Hey Wes, you wanna help me out here?” Gunn asked quickly.

Wesley snapped out whatever thought he was caught up in, speaking quickly, “It’s affecting them. We have to find a cure immediately.” Wesley edged forward slowly. “Angel and Cordelia. Both of you, listen to me. The demon’s curse is influencing you to act in a rather peculiar way. Just calm down, take a deep breath, focus on controlling yourself…”

“And stay the hell away from my pants.” Gunn interrupted.

Wesley glared. “Yes, thanks you for that Gunn. Angel? Do you understand?”

Angel looked at Wes, eyes squinting and bewildered. Cordelia just looked at him as though he had lost it.

“Angel?” Wes asked, cautiously. The vampire in question scratched his head, before turning to face Gunn, his eyes widening.

“I was…I was gonna…Oh my God!” Angel knew that if he could blush, he would be a furious shade of red by now. Fred, who was watching him closely, had time to notice every single emotion that went flying across his face. Embarrassment, confusion, insecurity, anger, jealousy and finally, disgrace. Her heart went out to him in that moment, seconds before Angel turned around, tearing out of the room, muttering an apology to Gunn but refusing to look at him.

“That went well.” Lorne said sarcastically, uncrossing his arms and sitting down on a chair. Wesley and Fred blew out a breath at the same time as Gunn lowered the crossbow. All of them glanced over at Cordelia who was watching the door that Angel had just gone through. She looked up at Wesley.

“Well, that was interesting.” She raised an eyebrow, pushing herself up using her hands. “I’m gonna go see if he’s okay. Gunn, I’m sorry about your meat truncheon. Not just for letting it slip but for almost allowing him to…y’know.” She smiled seductively at him. “We really wouldn’t wanna see any harm come to it, now would we?” she winked, making Gunn colour slightly.

Just as she reached the door, Cordelia spun around and looked Wesley straight in the eye, all traces of humour gone from her gaze. “Wesley?” The Englishman looked up. “Find a goddamn cure.” She slammed the door behind her.

Wesley stood silent for a moment, as did the other occupants of the room. Lorne was the first to speak.

“Well? Come on people, you heard the lady! Pick up a book and find a prescription!”

Wesley gave the demon an annoyed look before removing his glasses and cleaning them. “Right. Gunn grab that book.” He pointed to a large tome on top of his desk. “Let’s go seat ourselves in the lobby and see if we can work out how to bloody fight this curse.”

He walked out of his office, swiftly followed by Lorne. Fred trailed behind them, but stopped suddenly to turn around and curiously raise both eyebrows at Gunn.

“Meat truncheon?”

***

Cordelia slowly made her way up the Hyperion stairs, thoughts flying rapidly through her mind. Whatever it was that had Angel acting so weird, wasn’t just as a result of the demon’s curse. She was also partly responsible.

It wasn’t that she felt bad for thinking about Gunn that way, hell she was only human. But she felt bad for thinking of Gunn that way when Angel could hear her. She couldn’t help it, no one really possessed the ability to control their thoughts or the way they think. But even then, she felt guilty.

It may have been because she knew her vampire. He’d get all pissy about the fact that Gunn was better equipped and he’d bitch and moan and never let it go. Every time he got the chance, he’d make her remember the incident.

He’d drive her crazy with insecure and annoying questions and then drive himself crazy with guilt, feeling remorseful for making her feel uncomfortable. And then he’d apologize and she’d apologize and everything would go back to normal, well, as normal as the life of a vampire and his seer could be…until something or someone would remind him of it and he’d start his stupid rampage all over again.

Dork.

Cordelia half smiled, half frowned as she approached the door of Angel’s suite. After one hundred years of suffering for crimes and brutalities that he was trying to atone for, Angel always found yet another way to make himself feel guilty.

Whether it was the fact that she was bound to him, which meant that everyday, she was pulled further and further into the darkness and away from the light, or whether it was the infliction of detrimental and painful visions on her mortal form, body unable to cope with them, heart accepting and enduing them for everything it was worth, he made himself believe that it was all his fault.

Dumbass.

Cordelia let out a harsh breath. The visions were slowly killing her. She knew it. And despite loving the night, she missed the sunshine. She still saw it, of course she did, but not nearly as much as an L.A superstar with a pad on Hollywood hills and a balcony with a breathtaking view would have. She let out a choked laugh. Well that dream went down the drain…

But surprisingly and yet no so much, she found that she didn’t care. Because she didn’t want it. She came to L.A to find fame and a glamorous career and found a vampire instead. One with a heart so beautiful that she couldn’t help but love him, want him, hold him. And the external appearance wasn’t bad either. One whose eyes had drawn her to him, who had fought for her life and made her treasure his friendship as though it were the most precious gold.

One who had hurt her, broken her heart and abandoned her, leaving her feeling angry, hurt, betrayed and disappointed towards him. One who had wanted her forgiveness so desperately that he had done almost anything to regain her trust. Including shopping. One who had jumped through dimensional portals to rescue her, like a knight in shining armour but in a long black coat, with a batmobile rather than a valiant stallion and far less cheesy.

One who had loved her.

Cordelia let a small smile grace her lips. They really did love each other. And whatever it was that this crappy demon had cursed them with, they’d get through it together. She just hoped Wes found a cure soon enough to save their sanity. The smile disappeared. She didn’t want to be dying and crazy.

She took a deep breath, pushed open Angel’s door, and walked through it.

***

Wesley Windham Price had always known the consequences of falling in love. He had watched from the stands as love and the burning intensity with which it was put into action, destroyed those who exercised it. Angel, Buffy, Xander, Cordelia…so many people had been bruised and burnt because of one emotion that had the power to crush you if it went bad.

But you couldn’t help it. You couldn’t decide who you fell in love with. You couldn’t control your heart from being won over, no matter how hard you tried. You just couldn’t. Sure, he’d never experienced a true mutual love with another person, but he could imagine that if somehow that bond was broken, it would hurt like a bitch. But unrequited love? That was a different kind of pain. And he knew it.

It was a deep ache in your heart. A blunt pain that refused to subside because as much as you tried to deny it to make yourself feel better, you were longing something, craving it with such an intensity that it consumed you and made something deep inside of you pull, every time the person who held your heart in their hands laughed or smiled or cried or stared at you in fear as you stalked them with a murderous intentions through the hallways they once considered safe.

Wesley took off his glasses and cleaned them, coughing once. He glanced over at Fred who was looking through a large book, an intrigued look on her face, one elbow resting on the counter of the Hyperion, the arm attached to it supporting her head. He swallowed, looking down at his own book, replacing his glasses upon his face.

He couldn’t believe that the events of one evening had changed the way that someone, so beautiful in his eyes, looked at him. She wanted to forget it, wanted him to forget it, but something restricted him from doing that. The look of horror on her face then, the trust in her eyes now, the depth of the emotions that he was feeling at this very minute…he just couldn’t forget somehow.

The guilt and the self hatred was too strong. He wanted to forget, to put it all behind him, but just the memory of her terrified face haunted him. He was really beginning to understand how Angel felt every day of his undead life.

“Hey Wes? I hate to break you outta La La land, but can you explain what the hell just happened?” Gunn’s voice stirred Wesley out of his daydream, and he focussed on the man in front of him.

“I beg your pardon?”

Gunn rolled his eyes. “Wesley! What happened in there? Y’know? The whole bit where the vamp tried to take off my pants? Or were you dreaming through that too?”

Wesley spared his friend an annoyed look before clearing his throat and stating his theory. “Gunn, it’s in Angel’s nature to act impulsively. He’s a vampire.”

“With a soul. And a HOT girlfriend.” Gunn said , eyebrows raised.

“Ssh!” Lorne gestured to Gunn, a panicked look taking over his face, “If Angel hears you saying that, God knows what he’ll do next. The first time he just wanted to see it. He hears you saying that about Cordy and who knows what he’ll wanna do to it. The words maim and pain come to mind.”

Gunn rolled his eyes again and turned back to Wesley. “That still doesn’t explain why he pulled down my pants.”

“Charles, he said he wanted proof right? Maybe Cordy told him something he had a hard time believing and he just wanted to make sure it was…true.” Fred suggested, wondering to herself what exactly Angel would want to check in Gunn’s pants…well, there was a limited selection of choices.

“Yes. That’s very likely. But, I feel his erratic behaviour was out of his control. You see, Angel walks a thin line every day, the line between the soul and the demon. And what Cordelia said to him about your…”

Wesley coughed, “was probably what made him so angry. Then of course the demon’s curse implies that slowly but surely they will undergo lunacy. I believe Angel was suffering from a slight and early case of that. So his initial anger mixed with the effects of the curse caused him to behave so irrationally and attempt to remove your trousers. I still have to investigate how fast this curse kicks in, in which case I suggest we keep them in separate rooms until we find a cure.”

“Uh Wes?”

“Of course, I hate to treat them as though they’re prisoners. No one wants to be kept apart from the one they love…”

“Wesley…”

“But, unfortunately, we don’t really have a choice. We don’t want them to go crazy so I’m sure they’ll understand that this is what’s best for them. Unless…”

“Wesley!”

Wesley spun around to face the physicist, giving her a curious look. She sucked in a breath and gestured him over with her hands. The ex-watcher hesitated before moving behind her and leaning over her shoulder to study the text she was examining.

“It says here that the demon curses it’s killer with the power to hear the thoughts of the one that person holds most dear, yada yada…” she trailed her finger down the page until it came to rest on a small paragraph. “According to my translations, if I’m not wrong, and I’m not saying for sure that I’m not obviously, I could be because y’know I’m not used to translating…”

“Fred!” All three men interrupted, causing the girl in question to abruptly stop and smile. She blushed and apologized before continuing. “It says that the only way to remove the curse is to destroy whatever it is that the demon holds most dear.” she paused to consider that. “Huh. Tit for tat.” Fred finished, pushing her glasses up on her nose.

“So we have to go cut off its meat truncheon?” Lorne asked innocently.

“Lorne, I swear to God I’m gonna hurt you!” Gunn snarled, glaring at the green demon. Lorne just smirked.

“Destroy whatever it is that the demon holds most dear…” Wesley wondered out loud. “Gunn, do you remember anything that the demon was overly possessive of? Anything at all?”

Gunn shrugged. “Nope.”

Wesley pinned him with an angry look that mad the black man bite his lip and think harder. But he couldn’t think of anything. Similarly, neither could Wes.

“Well, we’ll just have to go back there and look around and see if there’s anything we can find that may have been of even remote importance to the demon. Then we destroy it.”

“So basically, we just trash the whole place?”

“Yes.”

“Cool.” Gunn jumped off his stool and headed for the weapon’s cabinet. Wesley stopped him.

“We better tell Angel and Cordy where we’re going and what we’re doing. In fact, they might even remember if the demon showed a particular interest in keeping something protected.” Wesley paused. “Where are they?”

Fred, Lorne and Gunn pointed heavenwards.

Wesley swallowed. “Right, well…I uh, I have to go fetch something from my office so…Gunn! You go get them.”

Gunn shook his head. “I ain’t walking in on those two. Don’t want Angel thinking I want a peep show just as much as he does.”

Wesley rolled his eyes. “Fine. We’ll wait for them to come down.”

“But they could takes years!” Gunn whined. Wesley gave him an even stare. Gunn pouted slightly and then backed down. Of course, then another thought entered his shiny, bald head.

“Lorne, why the hell are you so interested in my doing the Full Monty?”

***

Cordelia was hit with the full awareness that something was very wrong when she entered Angel’s suite. The vampire sat on his bed, facing the door, glaring at her with an acidity in his gaze that burnt her to the very core.

You really piss me off Cordelia…

“Angel?”

“Why? Why didn’t you tell me?” Angel ground out, anger and an immense sense of fear overwhelming his senses. Cordelia just looked confused.

“Tell you what?”

Angel sprung of the bed, so quickly that it made Cordy jump. The next thing she knew was that she had been grabbed by the shoulders and she was looking into a pair of terrifyingly furious, golden eyes. She grabbed onto his arms for balance, far more confused than she was sacred.

“Angel you’re hurting me…” the vampire ignored her, his hands digging deeply into her shoulders, gaze scalding her.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked again, “I could have helped you. I could have done something.” He released her abruptly and Cordelia stumbled back into the wall, taking a second to regain her balance. Angel turned his back to her, running his hands through his hair.

“You’re dying?” he almost whimpered, turning back to face her. Cordelia felt her heart burst at the fact that his eyes were shimmering in the light, with unshed tears. “You’re dying and you didn’t feel the need to TELL ME??!!” he raised his voice, making Cordy wince.

“How did you…?”

“Find out? Maybe cos you think loudly Cor. Or maybe cos in a few months or so, I’ll never see you again. And considering the fact that my entire fucking world revolves around you, I think I’d notice if you were gone.”

“Angel…”

“God Cordelia, you just don’t get it do you? You come into my life, knock me flat on my ass with all your caring and sharing, the one person who makes me open out, who makes me feel remotely human because I feel like I can talk to you about any goddamn thing! And you don’t feel you can do the same with me?” he was shouting but Cordelia could hear the catches in his voice.

Despite the raised volume, he sounded so unbelievably small. Cordelia’s eyes welled up, a vast anguish running through her veins.

“Angel, I…I didn’t want you to feel guilty.”

Angel spun around, the initially shocked expression on his face, quickly returning to red, hot anger. “You…you…you didn’t want me to feel guilty? So what were you planning on doing Cordy? Hiding this until I finally found out the hard way when you just collapse and die one day? Not telling me so that I don’t feel fucking guilty and then suddenly just leaving me and making me die inside instead? Was that your oh so brilliant plan?”

Tears were openly streaming down her face now and from what she could make out, he was close to breaking down too. But that could have just been her blurry vision.

“You have enough to worry about…”

“Oh, I see. So you thought it was for the best huh? Yeah, that’s great. Don’t tell me that you’re dying because I have enough to worry about. Just wait and wait until it all piles up and I have some sort of breakdown because I wake up one day and realise I don’t have you in my life anymore. Just because I had too much on my plate to deal with? And because you didn’t want to weigh me down with the news that you’re dying?!” he bellowed, sarcasm dripping from his tone.

Cordelia took in a deep breath, eyes closing.

Shit.

“Yeah, good, I’m glad you’ve established that because you neglected to tell me something so damn important, both of us are going to be in complete shit!”

“I just didn’t want you to hurt anymore Angel. What, with Buffy’s death…”

“Which you knew nearly killed me. But I survived through it Cordy. Because a part of me will always love her, she taught me how to love someone. And I treasure that and thank her for it. But what we had is over. And what you and I have…we still have it. I still want it Cordy. I can’t lose you. Do you have any idea what losing you would do to me? I’d drown Cordelia. I wouldn’t get through it. The pain would be too much.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just, I just didn’t want to drag you down with my problems…” she choked on a sob that came out of her throat.

“Your problems? You get these visions because of me Cordelia! Because I’m the damn champion and you’re the seer of the powers that be, whose visions tell me who to save so that I can reach my stupid redemption! This whole thing is my problem! YOU are my problem!”

Angel took a deep breath, realisation of what he had just said hitting him. He slowly raised his eyes to the woman opposite him. Her eyes flashed angrily. Cordelia swiped at her tears and stood up as straight as she could, despite the fact that her legs felt like jelly.

“I’m…your problem?” she asked coldly, a glare reminiscent of queen C sweeping over her features.

Angel opened his mouth.

“No. You’ve had your say. Now it’s my turn.” She raised her hand, silencing him. “I didn’t ask to be your seer Angel. I didn’t ask to get mind splitting visions. I didn’t ask to feel the fear and the pain of every goddamn victim in L.A. I didn’t ask to help the helpless. I didn’t ask to die young. I didn’t ask for anything that I have today. The only thing that I ever asked for was your redemption. For the idea that some day, I’ll be able to see you walk into the sunshine, holding my hand, wearing a colourful shirt, with this amazing life running through your veins.”

Cordelia sucked in a breath before continuing. “And you just condemned that. You just completely threw that in my face.” The vampire in question, lowered his eyes to the ground. The anger was still rushing through him, but he understood her point.

He had a vague idea of everything that she had sacrificed for him. He had a vague idea of how powerful her heart was, how determined her spirit was, how amazing she was. Hell, he had experienced it first hand.

But Cordelia never bitched about the visions. The pain was a given but no one knew about the graphic agony and violence she witnessed behind her closed eyelids, the brutal images that were forever burned into her brain, the nightmares she lived and put up with.

But she wanted it. Not the pain, not the visuals, but the idea that she was helping people. That she was actually desperately needed for something. Not just for the visions, but as a person, as a woman.

Angel finally raised his eyes to meet hers. When he spoke, his voice was far more gentle, more soft. “Cordy, you should have told me.”

Cordelia’s gaze softened slighty. “I know. But you don’t tell me a lot of things. Sure, they don’t involve you dying but it’s kinda hard to kill you off…vampire an’ all…” she tried to add some humour into the depressing situation but failed. Especially since Angel seemed to be struggling with something.

Angel tried, he tried so hard, not to think about it. That dreadful night of perfect despair, when he had given himself over so completely to the creature that made him what he was today. But you don’t tell me a lot of things. He never told Cordy the truth about Darla.

He lied to her, made her believe that he would never sleep with a dangerous vampire like Darla, risking his soul, risking all their lives with the return of Angelus. He tried desperately to switch his trail of thought, but he couldn’t help it. The image kept playing back in his mind, as did his words to Cordelia. You know I’d never do that…he was such a bastard.

He was scared to look up. Because he knew Cordelia. The beauty had brains. And she would put two and two together. He prayed for some miracle, where she didn’t hear his thoughts, where she was too busy dreaming to have heard him thinking, something that would ensure that she missed his deceitful revelation.

But the sharp intake of breath, the sudden quickening heartbeat, the way the air in the atmosphere shifted angrily in outrage, signalled him to the truth. She knew. And when he finally got the courage to look up seconds later, the fury in Cordelia’s eyes was back, as were the tears, brimming over the surface and spilling hurriedly down her cheeks.

She stumbled slightly, parted lips releasing heavy breaths, eyes staring at him in horror and hurt as she fumbled for the door handle.

He wanted to say something to stop her from leaving, from walking away, to remove that heartbroken look from her face, to rush up to her and hold her and tell her that it didn’t mean anything and that he loved her and that he was sorry. But his feet wouldn’t move. And his throat was dry.

Cordy wait…I love you…I’m sorry…

But she ignored him. And then with a simple twist of the handle and a slight shift of wind, she was gone.

Part 8

Posted July 4, 2015 by califi in Complete

Great Minds. 6   1 comment

Part 6

“Cordelia, where the hell are we going?” The vampire with a soul was dragged down the front stairs of the Hyperion, into the courtyard and out the gate by the seer, who was determined to get him away from the others for a much required ‘chat’.

The sun had only just set. Angel had already heard Cordelia call him a dumbass inside her head, more than twenty times, from Wesley’s office to where they were currently standing.

Cordelia turned around, her short brown hair blowing in the wind and into her face. “You,” she poked his chest for emphasis, “are taking me out to dinner.”

Angel’s brow creased and he frowned. Raising a hand, he slowly tucked her flowing hair behind her ear. “Can’t we just stay here?”

Cordy glared. “No, we cannot stay here because I would like to actually see some form of human civilisation once in a while, other than a vacant hotel where I happen to work with a green demon and a vampire with a soul. Plus,” she continued before he could interrupt her, “you and I never go on dates. I wanna go on a date. So guess what big guy? You’re taking me on a date.”

Angel’s frowned deepened, more at her snappy tone than at the idea of an evening out, although the latter also terrified him. “Are…are you mad at me?”

Cordelia seemed to soften at his ingenuous tone. “No.” she smiled. “I just want us to have an evening out y’know? Talk some stuff over. There are certain things that I wanna say to you, once and for all. And I’m hungry.” She said honestly, taking hold of his hand.

The vampire smiled and placed a quick kiss on her palm. “Where do you wanna eat?”

***

“Ooh, I like her so much.” Lorne said to Wes and Gunn, as Fred walked out of the office, having said what she wanted to.

“Did Fred just say the word ‘laid’?” Gunn asked disbelievingly.

Wesley cleared his throat. “Yes, I believe that was the term she used.”

“Yeah…ladies, you gotta love em’.” Lorne grinned before turning to Wesley. “So, my little peach plum, what can I do for you?”

“Man, that just sounded dirty.” Gunn joked.

“Yes, Lorne, I’d prefer if you’d refrain from calling me such peculiar names.” Wesley cleaned his glasses and placed them back on his nose. “I’d like you to help out with the research. Provide any information you know about mind reading, and how to remove it, things like that.”

Lorne nodded and picked up a book. Wesley turned to Gunn. “I’m going to go have a word with Fred, could you possibly…”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll do the bookworm slash research boy routine.” Gunn grabbed the thinnest book he could find and relaxed in Wesley’s chair, putting his feet up on the desk. Wesley frowned. “Gunn…”

”English, you got me enduring torture for the next couple of hours. At least let me be comfortable.”

Wesley rolled his eyes and closed the door behind him.

***

The ex-watcher found the physician seated behind the counter in the lobby, scribbling away furiously with a pen.

“Fred?”

Fred jumped slightly, clutching her hand to her chest. She removed it swiftly when she saw who was standing in front of her.

“Wes!” she said, with a big smile, “what’s up?”

Wesley felt a smile creep up on his face and his heart fluttered slightly. “Um, nothing. I was just wondering, well, how you were?”

Fred’s smile faded slightly. “I’m fine. How are you?”

“I’m very well, thank you. I uh, I managed to translate a scroll the other day which I’ve been working on for a while now, so that was good.” Wesley coughed, feeling a cold sweat build up on his back, in between his shoulders.

Fred smiled again. “That’s great. Was it a prophecy?”

“No, no. Just your regular, old scroll. But, it was a hard language…to decipher. So, that’s…good.”

Fred’s smile faded completely. “Wesley…”

“Nothing quite as fancy or as hazardous as a prophecy. Although Angel seems to think that prophecies aren’t at all serious. Then again I suppose he’s survived through so many…”

“Wesley.” Fred raised her voice slightly, which managed to get the Englishman’s attention. “I…is this how it’s going to be from now on?”

Wesley looked down, unable to meet her piercing gaze. He cleared his throat. “I’m not sure I quite…what do you mean?”

Fred frowned. “You know what I mean. These awkward silences, and uncomfortable conversations about nothing personal, but about books and prophecies and scrolls, and I don’t want out friendship to be like this Wesley. I want what we had back. Because after being stuck in a hell dimension for five years, I am so lucky to have found a friend like you, and I’m not ready to give that up because of some guy who made you act violently, which is completely the opposite of what you are. You’re my friend. And you’re a good man. You’re gentle and lovely and kind and…”

Fred took a small step forward and Wesley immediately took a large step back. The young physicist felt hot tears prick at her eyes. She opened her mouth to say something that would take that heartbreaking look of his face, but the words wouldn’t come out. Wesley looked at her, the pain and self-resentment evident in his eyes. Then he looked away.

“I should…get back to the research.” He turned around and walked into his office. Not once did he look back.

***

“I don’t eat.” Angel muttered, staring at Cordelia from across the table.

“Don’t make me bitchslap your fat ass.” Cordelia warned, not even glancing up from her menu. Angel growled.

“My ass is not fat!”

Cordy smirked and patted him on the arm. “Okay. Now, what do you wanna eat?”

“You.” He replied. Cordelia laughed and threw her napkin at him. Angel caught it and placed it in his lap, smirking arrogantly.

“You want it back? Come and get it.”

Cordelia shook her head in disbelief. “What is with you today? Someone turn on your sex machine switch?” Angel wiggled his eyebrows making the seer giggle.

“You have no idea, Cordy.” He took a long sip of his wine, glancing up at the waiter who came to take their order. Cordelia smiled.

“Um…I will have a…spaghetti carbonara and he,” she pointed at Angel, “will have a…” Cordelia ran her finger down the menu card, searching for an appropriate meal.

Cordelia on a bed with no extra dressing.

Cordelia coughed loudly, slapping her chest a few times to make sure her drink didn’t go down the wrong pipe. She looked up at the waiter who was staring at her with wide eyes.

Oh great, You’re the psychopath and he’s looking at me like I’m the freak.

Angel simply smirked. Cordelia turned her attention back to the menu, which was very hard to focus on when her stupid vampire boyfriend was stroking her leg underneath the table. Cordy jerked her leg away but he caught her knee, lightly running his finger over the underside of it and then up her thigh until he couldn’t reach any further without his stretching being visible.

“He’ll have the steak, rare.” Cordelia squeaked out. The waiter gathered the menus and left them. Cordelia glared at Angel.

What the hell is your problem?

I don’t have a problem baby.

Oh Angel, just… fuck off.

Cordelia turned away from him, her arms crossed over her chest. She looked around the little Italian restaurant, at the beautiful soft lights and sparkling white tables, listening to the voices of people chatting away and the melodious sound of the music being played overhead. A new song started playing and a small smile drifted onto her face as she recognised it.

And in the arms of the angel…may you find some comfort here

Strangely appropriate. She turned her head to look at Angel. His seat was empty. Her eyes narrowed in confusion and she sat up straight, prepared to rise and look for him, until she felt two cool hands on her bare shoulders and heard a small voice whispering in her ear.

“Dance with me.”

Cordelia shivered slightly, as his cool breath touched her naked skin. She turned around to look into his eyes, dark pools glistening with love and affection for her.

“You don’t dance.”

Angel smiled warmly and Cordy felt her heartstrings pull slightly. “It depends on who I’m dancing with.”

Cordelia couldn’t help but gape at him for a few seconds before finally sliding her hand into his inviting one and letting him lift her onto her feet. He led her slowly to the dance floor, pulling her to him, moving slowly in the midst of several other couples, dancing happily to the music.

Strong arms spanned her tiny waist, large hands running down her spine to rest on the small of her back, holding her close, making her feel loved and protected. Her hands rested lightly on his chest, before she smoothed up the fabric of his shirt and laced them around his neck. He smiled down at her. I love you.

Cordy smiled and leaned her head against his shoulder, feeling the moistness of his lips against her forehead. I love you too.

I’m sorry.

Hmmm…for what?

For today. For all the stuff that I said in Wesley’s office. I didn’t want you to hear it but I…I wanted to say it. I’m sorry for being an ass.

Cordelia chuckled lightly into his chest before leaning up and looking directly at him. Her vampire had a soft, remorseful expression on his face, his eyes filled with equal amounts of ardour and adoration. She remembered what his demon had whispered to her earlier. She remembered what she wanted to say before he had asked her to dance and before she had been completely lost in the feel of his arms around her.

I can’t control what he thinks Cordy. I can’t…

You don’t have to.

But I don’t want you to see me that way. I don’t want you to see what I am…

“Angel,” Cordy stroked the hair on the back of his neck, one hand coming to rest lightly over his non-beating heart. “I love you. And that isn’t going to change because of what you are. I fell in love with you, not because of what you are because of who you are. I don’t care about what you’ve done or what evils are buried deep inside you trying to get out because I know you won’t let them. Because I know that you love me enough to never let anything hurt me or anyone else who care about. You are a wonderful man. You are not a monster despite whatever you may think of yourself. You help people everyday and you have a beautiful heart.” Her hand squeezed his shirt softly, where it rested over his still heart.

“There is a demon in you somewhere but that’s because of who you are. And I accept you for it. I love you for it. The day that you told me you loved me, I knew that when I said it back, I would be accepting the whole package. And I still said it. Because that’s exactly what I want. I’m not the kind of girl who says something I don’t mean. I love each and every part of you. And I don’t want you to ever lose a part of yourself, because the history and the demon and the man and the soul are what make you up, and that is who I fell in love with.”

Angel looked at her for one long moment. His eyes were unreadable but the way he was looking at her made a blush creep up her neck and her legs turned to jelly. She swallowed once, looking down at her feet. I have pretty feet.

She heard Angel chuckle and then felt the pressure of his index finger against the bottom of her chin, pushing up until she was looking at him again. And then he kissed her, so gently, so sweetly, that for a second she forgot how to breathe and her legs almost gave out from underneath her. But he held her close, preventing her from falling, arms surrounding her like a comfortable, protective barrier. In these arms she felt cherished, safe, treasured, wanted…loved.

Jeez, enough with the smaltz already.

Shut up, deadboy.

***

The walked up the street, towards the Hyperion, Angel’s arm firmly wrapped around Cordelia’s waist, the girl in question snuggled deeply under his arm. The warm L.A night air whistled softly, caressing Cordelia’s skin as she walked. Her loose white skirt flowed freely around her knees. She tucked several stray strands behind her ear before addressing the vampire.

“You think we’re gonna end up insane?”

Angel chuckled and kissed the top of her head. “Aren’t we already?”

“Angel…”

“Alright, okay. No. I think Wes will find a cure and we’ll be back to normal before you know it.”

Cordelia smiled up at him. “I like being like this though.”

Angel grinned. “I thought it was an invasion of privacy?”

Cordy hit him lightly. “Well, it was, I just…I feel like I’m really connected to you somehow. Like I know you inside out…no pun intended.”

“You do know me inside out Cor. You know me better than anyone has ever cared to.”

“Yeah, but it’s not the same. Oh well, at least you don’t have to worry about…” Ooh…come to mamma!

Angel stopped abruptly, startled by Cordelia’s last statement. “I don’t have to worry about…what?”

Cordelia looked back to him from where she had been staring. “Huh?” She slapped her forehead. “Oh god, you can hear me!”

Angel gave her a look that clearly showed he thought she’d lost her mind. Cordelia was glancing between him and just behind him and Angel was confused as hell.

“Um Cordy? What was the ‘come to…whatever’ for?”

For the really hot guy standing behind you. Cordelia cringed realising what she had just thought. Angel’s eyes narrowed and he turned around, glancing at a handsome stranger who had seated himself on a bench. He was silent for a moment. Then…

He’s not good looking!

That’s cos you’re a guy!

So?

You don’t appreciate the finesse of a good looking man. But then again, I suppose you’re not all man. And I have heard those rumours about you and Spike…

Angel jerked his head back to his girlfriend, eyes widening in panic. “I…what rumours? Nothing happened between me and Spike!”

Cordelia rolled her eyes and linked her arm with his. “Can we go please? Not exactly liking the idea of standing in the middle of the street, talking about your gay lover…”

“Cordelia!” Angel clamped his hand over her mouth and glared at her. “Shut up!” he hissed. Cordy bit his hand and he snatched it away. She smirked and grabbed his arm again. Angel reluctantly let her take it and they began walking again.

He wasn’t that good looking.

“Jeez, Angel, let it go. What do you want me to say? That you’re the best looking man on the surface of the earth without a doubt, despite the a fact that I haven’t seen half the world’s population?”

Angel looked at her for a second before smiling. Yes.

Cordy rolled her eyes and kept walking. “Hello, have you seen Brad Pitt?”

Angel pouted slightly. “Well, at least you’re never gonna see him in real life.”

“Hey! I might do. Aspiring actress here!” Plus who needs Brad when I see you and Gunn every day?

Angel stopped hastily, turning to look at Cordy again. “What?”

Cordelia’s face paled and she smiled a little too brightly. “Nothing! Let’s go…”

Angel grabbed her by the arm as she brushed past him, swinging her around to face him. “Whoa, you think…Gunn is good looking?”

I think he’s hot. Cordy hit her head in frustration. Angel was right, you really couldn’t control your thoughts. The vampire was rendered speechless. Finally, when he spoke, it was more of a growl than a sentence. “You think Gunn is hot?! Why? Why? Why would you think that?!”

Because he has a really big… axe. “Dammit!” Cordelia slapped both hands over face, crying out in aggravation. “Me and my big brain!” She glanced up at Angel. His expression was scarily…well, expressionless. He remained completely still, eyes golden.

“Angel?” The vampire pushed past her, hands in his pockets, quickening his pace so that Cordy had to almost sprint in order to keep up with him.

“Angel!” Cordelia finally jumped in front of him and put both hands on his chest. “Stop! Okay? Look, why are you making such a big deal about this? So I find a guy attractive…big deal! I find you attractive. I love you. Just because I think a guy has a nice one eyed snake down his trousers doesn’t mean I’m gonna fall head over heels in love with him like I have with you. I don’t understand why you’re making such a huge thing out of this!”

Angel didn’t move. Once again, he simply looked at her, his dark eyes squinting as if trying to study something. He wasn’t even thinking so Cordy was left completely clueless. Then she saw the little light bulb flash above his head and groaned.

“When did you see his…axe?” Angel ground out angrily. Cordelia ran a hand through her hair, taking a deep breath.

“It’s a whole big story Angel. I…he came over to my apartment…” Angel growled. “Shut up! It wasn’t like that. He just came over as friends do, and I didn’t realise he was in the bathroom. So…I just walked in and I caught sight of his…thing…and I yelled and he yelled and there was a whole bunch of yelling.” She ran her hand through her hair again, shoving the annoyingly loose strands out of her face.

“Anyway, for weeks after that I was teasing him about it. He swore me to secrecy. Believe me, I would’ve loved to have told you. Dennis and I even nicknamed it the ‘meat truncheon’!” she snickered, her giggles quickly ceasing at the infuriated look on the vampire’s face.

“What I didn’t tell him, because his ego is already the size of North America, was that after that I found him…kinda attractive. Not that I didn’t before, cos y’know, Gunn’s got a cute face. And he’s a nice guy.” She put her hands on Angel’s arms, running them up and down soothingly. “But it’s not a big deal. I swear. Gunn’s hot. You’re hotter. That guy on the bench is hot. Brad Pitt is hot. Jude Law…”

“I got it!” Angel shouted. “I got it, thank you.” he took a deep breath, something she knew he didn’t need to do, running his hands over his face. When he removed them, he had this insecure, yet boyishly curious look on his face. Then came the dreaded question. She heard it in his head before he actually said it loud but by the time he had said it, her face was in her hands and her skin was a deep crimson.

“Was his…axe, bigger than mine?”

Cordelia groaned loudly, shaking her head, still contained in her small hands. Why are we having this conversation?

“Because you saw another guy’s penis Cordelia!” Angel yelled, unaware of the strange looks he was receiving from people on the street. Cordelia, if it was possible, burrowed her face even deeper into her hands.

“And you named it Cordy! You don’t have a name for my penis!” Several people had now stopped to stare at the strange man, yelling about a penis in the middle of the street. Cordelia finally lifted her head from her hands, breathing deeply, telling herself to do so in her head. Angel was still glaring at her, hands on his hips.

“Well? Is it?”

“What?” Cordy asked, tiredly.

“His axe? Is it bigger than mine?”

Cordelia decided the best thing to do was to just ignore him. So she turned around and began walking again. Angel followed her, walking frantically beside her on the sidewalk, continuously asking about Gunn’s ‘axe’.

Cordelia tried to disregard his presence, but by the time they reached the gates of the Hyperion, he was driving her crazy. She slapped him on the arm and began walking again but Angel, being the persistent creature that he was, pursued her all the way to the entrance of the hotel where she finally turned around and lost it.

“Fine Angel, you wanna know the truth? Suck it up cos here it comes. Yes, his axe is bigger than yours. Not by much, but he’s taller so he gets an advantage. Compared to his meat truncheon, you’re just a…a…jumbo sausage!” She waved her arms emphatically, trying to find a gesture that would be suitable.

Angel stood at the bottom of the stairs staring at her, his mouth hanging wide open. Stupid Gunn with his stupid meat truncheon…His eyes lowered slightly, giving him a sad and shameful look and suddenly, Cordy felt bad. She sighed and walked over to him slowly, cupping his face in her hands.

“Sweetie, I…I like jumbo sausages.” Right, cos *that* doesn’t sound weird! A small smile involuntarily crept up Angel’s face. Cordelia grinned and leaned up, kissing his forehead once.

He felt the anger and jealousy fade slightly at the warmth and the gentleness of her touch. Almost as though it calmed him. But there was something that was still bothering the demon…hell even the soul was pissed off.

“Angel, where are you going?” Cordelia called out to the retreating figure, who had left her embrace and was now pushing open the doors of the Hyperion.

The vampire’s retort nearly gave Cordelia a heart attack. “To see if Gunn’s axe is really bigger than mine!”

Part 7

Posted July 4, 2015 by califi in Complete

Great Minds. 5   1 comment

Part 5

Cool lips trailed kisses across Cordelia’s stomach, biting down lightly, just below her belly button. Her hands fisted themselves in Angel’s hair as he finally touched that heated place in between her legs. She moaned loudly when the vampire flicked his tongue out, lapping at the moist folds, making her arch against him.

Bright lights flashed behind her eyes. She was so unbelievably hot and he’d hardly laid a finger on her. One of Angel’s hands vacated its place on her hip and stroked her clit, making her cry out in sheer pleasure. Every touch, every sensation took her closer to the edge until finally, all she could see were stars and she was screaming out his name so loudly that she was sure Fred could hear her from her room. Angel crawled up her body, his hips settling comfortably over hers, kissing her softly. She could taste the sweet tang of herself on his tongue.

Her hands moved down his back of their own accord, squeezing his ass, pulling him further into the v of her thighs. They wandered over the firm muscles of his back and then down his chest, eventually stopping when they reached his straining erection. She took hold of him, guiding him slowly towards her dripping centre, just as his hand reached out to cover a tender nipple…

“Cordy?”

“Gah!” Cordelia jumped, losing her balance and toppling off her chair. The magazine that she had been pretending to read flew through the air, landing a few feet away from her. Hurriedly, she pushed herself up, pushing stray strands of hair out of her face, straightening to look at Charles Gunn’s amused face.

“Hey girl. What’s with all the heavy breathin’ and shit?”

Cordelia snapped her mouth shut and willed her heart to slow its frantic pace. Her face flushed a deep crimson and she turned around, bending over to pick up the fallen chair.

“Nothing. I wasn’t…breathing heavily. Just um… y’know, thinking about…um, stuff.” Cordelia stammered, her face colouring even more, if it was possible.

Gunn raised an amused eyebrow. “Stuff huh? What kinda stuff? Stuff that makes you all hot and bothered like?”

Cordelia glared at him, flattening the creases on her white skirt and picking up her magazine. “Bite me Gunn.”

Gunn laughed. “I’ll leave that to the vamp baby. I’m pretty sure he likes it more than I do. Now if you need someone to check for bite marks, I’m your man.”

“Do you want my foot up your ass.” Cordelia said, threateningly. Gunn just smiled at his friend.

“Y’know Cordy, just cos you’re doing the horizontal mambo with a vampire, don’t mean that everybody likes that kinda activity. I’m not an S & M man myself. Much more into…”

“Gunn, if you finish that sentence, I will show you pain. I mean it. Girlfriend of a vampire here. I am capable of it. Believe you me.” Cordelia’s eyes narrowed into deadly slits.

“Alright, alright. I’ll crawl out your ass. Can I at least say goodbye to Angel first? How long has he been in there?” Gunn barely dodged the magazine that went flying at his head. Cordelia grabbed her heeled shoe in her hand and sprinted after him. Gunn jumped over the round sofa, ducking once again as the stiletto went sailing through the air towards him.

Cordelia took hold of her other shoe and threw it, just as Wesley came out of his office, closely followed by Angel. Gunn ran behind the counter laughing loudly, while Cordelia chased him barefooted. Just as she circled the counter and reached him, he jumped over the marble top, landing firmly on both feet and took off once again, dashing towards Fred, who was slowly making her way down the stairs.

“Fred, stop her, she’s gonna hurt me!” Gunn whined, laughing at the same time as grabbing Fred’s shoulders and pushing her in front of him. Fred grinned, eyes widening as an almost hysterical Cordelia skidded to a stop in front of her.

“Fred…get out the way…I’ve got a foot…to shove up a…certain ass!” Cordelia said between giggles, laughter racking her body, making even the stern look on Wesley’s face fade into a grin. The ex-cheerleader held up her newest weapon, a large, square pillow and winked at Fred, who caught on and ducked. Gunn made a sound close to a screech as a perfectly aimed pillow glided through the air and struck him straight in the nose.

He rubbed the tender bone for a second, before realising that there was a highly amused brunette once again chasing after him. Gunn tried to dodge her small hands but failed, being in an impossible position on the stairs. Cordy grasped his sweater, her hands finding his ribs and tickling mercilessly. Gunn erupted into giggles and then snorted loudly, which only made Cordy laugh harder. She collapsed next to him on the stairs, both friends shaking in uncontrollable laughter.

Wesley smiled affectionately at his friends and then glanced over at the vampire next to him, who was also grinning broadly, love and pride shining unmistakably in his eyes. Wesley’s smile widened, thanking whomever it was that provided him with the good fortune to discover the soul-binding spell, one that made two of his friends so immeasurably happy. He cleared his throat and addressed the hysterical pair seated on the stairs.

“Right well, children, if you’re quite done behaving half your age, perhaps we can address more important issues at hand. And Cordelia, just for the record, I don’t think it’s terribly healthy to throw a three-inch heel at a human head.”

Cordelia snickered and Gunn snorted. Angel hid his smile behind his hand, glancing over at Fred who smiled at him, chuckling lightly. Wesley cleared his throat again.

“Can we please move this discussion to my office? Gunn, I’ll need your help carrying some books up from the basement. Fred, could you please find Lorne and request him to join us. Cordelia and Angel, have a seat in my office. We have to discuss this mind reading matter. I do not want either of you going loony.”

Cordy cracked up. Everyone turned to look at her. She glanced up, making a whirling motion with her index finger against her temple. “Loony!” Gunn chortled. Fred giggled loudly. Wesley simply glanced at Angel, who had both eyebrows raised high on his forehead.

The Englishman pinched the bridge of his nose and strolled towards the basement, all the while muttering, “It’s going to be a bloody long day.”

***

Cordy strolled into Wesley’s office, closely followed by Angel, who grabbed her waist as soon as the door was shut. Cordelia melted into his embrace, lips attaching themselves firmly onto his, his hands cradling her face, thumbs gently stroking along the jaw line. When he broke the kiss, Cordy smiled and nuzzled his nose, moving away from him and walking to Wesley’s desk.

“Hey…” Angel protested.

Cordelia turned around and flashed a smile at him. “What?”

“Well, I don’t know Cor, I was just kissing you and then boom! I’m not.” He pouted theatrically, making the seer laugh. She turned her back to him, fingers slowly creeping along the felt tabletop.

“Angel, this is hardly the place…” was all she got out before his arms were around her waist again and she was pressed between the desk and a firm, unyielding chest. His lips descended on her neck, kissing softly. She smiled, moving her hand up to ruffle his hair.

What the fuck was that?

Cordelia’s smile vanished and her eyes opened. “Excuse me?”

“Oh shit.” The vampire mumbled and gave her a lopsided grin. “Sorry…just the uh, the hair ruffling had me a bit confused.”

Cordelia glared at him for a moment before relaxing into him once again. The truth was, all she wanted right now was for him to touch her. But they were in Wesley’s office. And their friends would be here any minute. And Angel had already almost had sex on this desk with evil lawyer bitch. But who the hell cared about that when he had his tongue in her ear?

Cordy moaned loudly when she felt her shirt ride up slightly and a cool hand began tracing intricate patterns on her fiery skin. He sucked an earlobe into his mouth, nipping at the delicate skin, running his tongue along the shell of her ear, smirking when she arched into him.

“Angel…” she whispered.

“Ssh…” he said, just as softly, trailing wet kisses up her jaw line and down her neck and onto her shoulder.

Angel…

Cordy, do me a favour?

Hmmm…God…what?

Quit thinking so loudly.

Shut up! I can’t…plus, you won’t let me talk…

You wanna see if I can make you stop thinking too?

Cordelia smiled at the mischievous tint in his voice and then gasped as the hand that had snaked under her shirt stroked a lace-covered aureole.

Ooh, that feels so good…

Hmmm…tell me what you feel.

I feel…hot.

Angel ran his tongue over the sensitive spot behind her ear and pinched her right nipple hard. She jerked against him, head rolling back and biting down on his jaw line. Hard. He hissed.

Fuck.

Yeah, you’re not the only one who can make a person lose all coherent thought.

Fuck is perfectly coherent.

Look it up in the dictionary, Brood boy.

Angel chuckled against her throat, fingers still desperately stroking her nipple into a hardened peak. Cordelia rocked slowly against him, hearing his primal growl that sent delicious vibrations through her. Angel pressed his hips to the back of hers, thrusting gently. Then he stopped, moving his hips away slightly. Cordy groaned at the loss of the closeness.

“Angel…”

Ssh…someone’s coming!

His hand jerked away from her aching breast and Angel nearly toppled over a chair in his rush to get to the other side of the room, as far away from Cordy as possible. Cordelia tugged her shirt into place and straightened her hair, taking a seat in the closest chair. She crossed her legs and grabbed a book from Wesley’s table.

The door opened and Lorne and Fred strolled in. Lorne wore a deep purple robe and he was carrying his seabreeze in his left hand. He raised an eyebrow at the couple who were now on opposite sides of the room. His mouth twisted into a smirk.

“Whatchya been doin’?”

Angel glanced at the green demon and smiled hesitantly.

“Well, I was just, y’know, lurking over here, like I usually do and Cordy…Cordy was reading…a book.”

Fred opened her mouth to say something but then decided against it. Lorne just looked at Angel with a look that clearly said, ‘I wasn’t born yesterday sugarplum’. The green demon took a seat next to Cordy who just smiled at him and then looked at Angel, who winked. She smiled and looked down at the book.

Wesley and Gunn entered seconds later, carrying a large crate of musty, old tomes and setting them down heavily on Wesley desk. The ex-watcher cleared his throat for the millionth time that day and looked up at the group.

“Right, well, before we begin, I’d like to say…Cordelia what on earth are you reading?”

Cordy’s head jerked up, the look on her face showing sheer panic and she quickly glanced at the book in her hands.

“Um…a book?”

Nice one Cor.

Cordelia stuck her tongue out at the vampire. Angel smirked. Wesley reared his head to look at Angel’s face and then turned back to Cordy. He raised the book slightly and shook his head in confusion.

“Since when did you start reading books upside down?”

Cordelia’s eyes widened and she glanced down at the page.

Think Cordy, think.

“Um, well, I couldn’t understand the picture so I turned it around, y’know, to see if it made more sense.” Hah!

That’s my girl.

Wesley’s blue eyes squinted. “I see. And since when do you read about the mating ritual of a Nyissan demon?”

“What is this, twenty questions? Jeez, can’t a girl who’s not as brainy as Fred read a book about demons once in while?” Cordy ground out, aggravated. She turned to Fred. “Sorry honey, men are asses, they bring out the bitch in me.” She smiled at the physicist. Fred grinned.

“No problem.”

Wesley looked at Cordelia, annoyed, before continuing. “Right well, I’ve informed all of you about what has happened to Angel and Cordy and the general situation. Now we have to find a cure. And as much as I love being buried in my books all by myself, this time, we all need to chip in and do some research.”

He received five, long, simultaneous groans.

“Yes, well, groan all you like but you’re doing it. Now, how to go about it…”

Hey Cor?

Cordy glanced up at Angel before looking away again. Yeah?

You look really hot in that.

Cordelia bit back a smile and leaned back in her chair. She looked over at Angel, who had a serious look on his face, but she could tell from the way his lip was twitching that he wanted to laugh.

I know.

He did laugh then and Wesley stopped whatever he was talking about to spare him a confused look. Angel cleared his throat. “Sorry. Go on.”

Dumbass.

Vixen.

You better believe it.

I do.

Angel smiled at her and she graced him with that grin she gave, the one that could light up a room.

I want you Cordy.

Good to know.

Cordelia!

Cordy bit her lip to keep from laughing out loud. Wesley was still rambling on about who was to do what. She vaguely heard him tell Angel to do some research on cures for telepathy spells.

I’d rather do you.

I’m sure you would.

Cordelia, do you remember when I was inside you last night?

Mmm…hmm.

You were so tight…

Cordelia cleared her throat, feeling a hot blush creep up her neck. Gunn glanced at her and rolled his eyes.

Angel, now is really not the time…

I want to feel you Cor…

Angel…

I want to take you right here in front of everyone. On Wesley’s desk. And I don’t care if they all watch.

Well, as much as you may like our sex life to be like a low rent porno movie, I’m good, thanks.

Cordy…

What?

Where did you learn to that thing with your tongue?

Cordelia covered her face with both hands, trying to cool the scorching flush that sneaked up her neck and onto her previously calm visage. Lorne glanced at her, pulling at his collar, loosening it, although it was already halfway down his chest.

A magician never gives away his secrets, Angel.

Yeah, well the last time I checked, you weren’t a he. Or a magician for that matter.

Well the last time I checked, you weren’t so chatty.

Cordy?

Hmmm?

Tell me you love me.

How bout’ I show you?

Don’t start something you can’t finish Cor…

Cordelia looked at him again. Then, like the vixen she was, she ran her tongue slowly over the underside of her top lip. Angel’s jaw tightened and he felt every ounce of blood in his body rush straight to his crotch. Cordy smiled smugly.

You are so easy.

I’m gonna fuck you so hard…

Angel!

Well, you deserve it!

You’re such an ass.

Well, you’re sexy as hell, but your mouth…let’s just say I could think of better things you could do with it other than yak.

I’m not talking dumbass, I’m thinking. We’ve been over this how many times? And just so you know? You’d be surprised at what I can do with my mouth. But if you keep up the crudeness, you won’t find out any time soon.

Hmmm…I love you.

Aha.

I do.

Okay, I’ll remember that when you’re fucking me really hard.

Angel pushed away from the wall and sat down on a chair next to Fred, feeling a horrible knot in his stomach. He didn’t like Cordelia being able to hear his thoughts. At least when he spoke he could control what his demon said. But in his mind, the viciousness of that side of him was always there, lurking. He loved her, and he wanted the beauty and the gentleness in their relationship as much as she did. But he also wanted the fervour and the brutality that went with it.

His demon wanted to fuck her, his soul wanted to make love to her. Some cruel part of him wanted to hurt her, but deep inside, the urge to protect her from harm was far stronger. Overall, the compulsion to love her wholeheartedly, ardently, tenderly, took over and controlled his whole being. Both the man and the monster wanted her, loved her. And she had just heard every word of that.

Cordelia looked over at Angel, a small smile registering upon her features. She knew the struggle he went through everyday. She knew the things Angelus wanted to do, that the soul prevented him from achieving. She knew that Angel walked a thin line between redemption and damnation. But by and large, she knew that although it scared her remotely, she loved him enough to stay with him, and support him, and more importantly accept him, until he had fulfilled his destiny.

And what startled her the most was the fact that she had never wanted anything more for anyone, even herself, in her life. Her smile was replaced by a frustrated frown. She loved him, both the soul and the demon, and she was tired of him not understanding that.

So Cordelia did what she did best. Tact be damned.

“Wesley!” she shouted, interrupting the Englishman, “We all know how to research okay? Your speech is boring. Angel, we need to talk. Wes, don’t look at me like that, you know I love you, but Angel and I were far too busy mentally undressing each other to even hear a word you said. He’s all insecure and angry now so I need to speak to him, which I can’t do in front of all of you, so we’ll be back as soon as I’ve talked some sense into his dim little head. Kay?”

Without waiting for an answer, Cordy dragged the gaping vampire out of his chair, and out of the room. The three remaining people…and demon, gawked at the open door in silence. Finally Lorne’s voice broke the stillness.

“Whew! Thank God! If it got any hotter in here I would have melted into a big green pile of mush. I gotta tell ya, those two? With the sexual tension? Woo!” Lorne fanned himself with his hand.

Wesley stopped gaping long enough to say, “Did she just say my speeches were boring?”

“Aw Wes, come on man, I found that program you made me watch on medieval castles more exciting!”

Wesley glared at Gunn and then looked at Fred. She smiled softly.

“I thought it was brilliant. Could have been a little shorter, but I was listening.” Wesley gave her a warm smile and for the first time in days, Fred felt a rush of relief sweep through her.

Wesley looked at Lorne. “What’s this about sexual tension?”

“Wes, man! Hello? They were swimming in it!”

“They were drowning in it.” Lorne corrected the black man. Then he shook his head. “Forget that, even we were drowning in it.” Fred grinned.

“I think it’s romantic.”

All three men turned to look at her. Fred simply shrugged. She felt a strong protectiveness towards Cordy and Angel, and the beauty that was their relationship. Plus, she was feeling strangely bold. So she showed it.

“Maybe that’s why Angel, the one with a curse preventing perfect happiness that recently got lifted, is getting laid more often in a week than you guys probably are in a month. Or more. And if it is more, I really don’t wanna know.”

With that, she strolled out the office leaving three open mouthed men staring at her retreating back.

Part 6

Posted July 4, 2015 by califi in Complete