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Freedom’s Prize 2   1 comment

Her mouth ached for him to take hers in another of those drugging kisses. Those large, masculine hands…she wanted them everywhere. Most of all, Cordelia felt that empty throb deep in her belly and the hard length of him pressing against her hot skin, wanting everything all at once; needing completion.

“Please,” the soft plea tripped from her parted lips as she inched closer on their shared pillow.

Cordelia’s eyes popped open a little wider at the sound of her own voice. Oops! Didn’t mean to beg, but what’s a girl to do faced with all this naked hunk of very yummy manpire?

A smile tugged at Angel’s chiseled lips. Cordelia wasn’t schooled in purposefully delaying passion, letting anticipation build or withholding that final merging of bodies until passion and pleasure catapulted to unimagined peaks.

She had no damn idea how badly he wanted to skip the preliminaries and just claim her beautiful body, but this was their one and only first time. He wanted to make it last, to wallow in Cordelia’s scent and her taste and just the sight of her; to worship that golden skin with his hands and his mouth.

Then, only then, would he take her.

But he wanted so much and the tight grip of lust held him close to breaking those plans. Angel restrained the instinctive voice in his head demanding release, to let loose, to do it now and take what was his and only his. All of her. He wanted to answer the eager needs of her luscious body, follow the siren call of her blood, and let her know exactly what it meant to be his.

While his body screamed its agreement not to delay the claiming of those desires, Angel wrestled inwardly for a tighter grip on his own sense of control. The pull of his demon was close to the surface, demanding its darker desires with as much passion as his soul churned with intensely tender emotions.

Angel combed his fingers through the silky waves of her hair, fingers sensually slipping along her scalp before threading through her dark tresses. The soft sigh barely sounded louder than a breath, Cordelia relaxing for an instant, and then tightening up again as her limbs shifted. The hand on his shoulder slipped up to the nape of his neck; the leg locked around his sliding up and down in instinctive anticipation.

When Cordelia’s pink tongue swept across her parted lips, her eyes focused on his and yet her forward movement stopping still inches away, Angel decided he wanted no hesitation on her part. “You know you want a kiss, Cordelia, so come get it.”

The urge to plunder her mouth pulled hard against his restraint, but Angel waited the few milliseconds it took for Cordelia to respond to his sensual dare. Plush lips pressed softly against his firm mouth, sliding tentatively at first only to repeat the move again. Her fingertips splayed along the edge of his jaw, her mouth opening just enough to let the tip of her tongue slide wetly across the part of his lips.

A rumbled response vibrated Angel’s chest, the sound and sensation of it igniting another fire within her. Cordelia kissed him passionately, lips roving, nibbling and gently sucking at his. He held himself back, freely letting her explore his mouth with her own, responding to her eager kisses until it was too much even for him.

Gentle response turned to hungry demand, Angel’s mouth closing over hers and claiming control. His hand circled between her shoulder blades and dipped along the curve of her spine as their hips rocked slowly against each other, his hard sex sliding across her slick surface. Cordelia moaned deep into his mouth, her tongue darting against his as her lower body increased the friction between them.

She could live off those kisses alone. Her mouth was perfectly happy under his, but then those knowing lips moved on to whisper words of passion as he kissed her cheek, the corner of her eye, the tip of her nose and the soft skin just below her ear. Then his tender, moist kisses explored her throat and Cordelia felt her body leap in response.

Angel’s mouth felt so good there. He knew just where to touch, to caress, to let his lips slide across her skin so softly as to set off her senses. Just how Angel knew came from instinct as much as experience, the thought crossed her mind as a hot flush crept up from her chest all the way up her neck and her pulse sang to the tune he was creating against her skin.

Vampire, that one little reminder popped into her head with her curiosity far overpowering any innate sense of fear. Being with Angel meant accepting that he was more than just a man. That she wanted him, all of him.

Arching against him, Cordelia sounded out her question on a moan, “Will you bite me?”

The roving lips froze above her heated pulse point, feeling her throb against him in a rapid staccato. Lifting his dark head, Angel gazed down, eyes rimmed with just a hint of amber. Deep inside, his demon roared at the thought. His fangs shifted in their bony housing at the roof of his mouth, face rippling for an instant before it settled back into its human features.

“Are you asking or just curious?” Angel licked at his lips trying to stay focused on her eyes and not drop his gaze back down to the tempting cord of her neck.

Her fingers toyed with the hair at his nape as she said, “Curious?”

Angel could see it in her eyes. No instant eew or adamant refusal, just automatic acceptance that he might want that, need that and facing the possibility that it was going to happen. Unable to form a verbal response, he simply fought the urge to do it now. To sink his fangs into the butter-soft flesh and taste that part of her he craved beyond his ability to consciously deny.

His body shuddered in need, sex swelling against her more rigidly than before. Just the thought of biting her aroused him, made him think back to the days where that was all about causing pain and reveling in his own pleasure and dealing in death. This would be different. So different, and just imagining the way he could turn an instant of pain into shuddering pleasure for them both had him licking his lips again in anticipation.

“Umm…” Cordelia could see the struggle in his eyes and the physical response that the thought itself created, admitting softly, “I’m not sure what to expect.”

Pulling himself together, Angel pressed his forehead to hers; closing his eyes for a moment before shifting to rub his mouth against hers in a needy plea, “Trust me.”

Cordelia flashed a smile that conveyed only confidence. “Always,” she answered.

“Then relax,” he whispered into her ear as he sucked the lobe into his mouth and gave it a little tug with his teeth. Hearing her ‘pfft’ in response, Angel chuckled, his eyes flecked with hints of amber despite their teasing glint.

Cordelia was far too wound up for that and he knew it. A feral smile curled his lip; looked like he’d just have to wind her up a little more because he was far from finished exploring. “You may feel more than just my fangs,” Angel purred again just before his rounded teeth clamped down on the cord of her neck, holding on, and gauging her response.

She stilled in his arms, heartbeat aflutter, breath held in anticipation of what might be coming next. There was a twinge of fear in the air, and the hands on his arms held him just a little tighter than before. Cordelia’s lashes brushed her cheeks as her eyes closed, turning her head just a fraction to let him do what he wanted.

Instead of the sting of his fangs, Cordelia felt the gentle release followed up by a kiss against her reddened flesh. Opening her eyes, she met Angel’s wondrous gaze. Apparently he’d never experienced a human willingly exposing her throat to him, and especially one already caught beneath him. Her name tumbled from his mouth, “Cordy,” as he realized the extent of his good fortune tonight.

One hand took hold of hers, his thumb rubbing the center of her palm before he brought it to his mouth. He pressed a kiss there and brought her hand to his chest silently encouraging her touch. Cordelia smoothed her hand over the firm muscles, letting out a soft gasp as his fingers dropped down again to skirt across the outer curve of her breast and listened to his own grunt of pleasure as she toyed with the circle of flesh around his small male nipple.

Eyebrow arching at the response, Cordelia wondered how he’d react to having her mouth there. Would it be anything like what she’d felt with his on her? Slipping down a fraction, she pressed her lips to his chest, parting them and flicking her tongue across the tightly beaded surface. Applying soft suction, she suckled at the tiny nub of flesh and upon feeling the rumbling purr vibrating his chest, tugged at it with her teeth.

His body tensed at the unexpected sensation, then he rolled onto his back pulling her with him so that Cordelia sprawled half across his torso and half on the bed. “Do that again.”

Peeking up at him, an impish smile tugging at her lips, Cordelia let her hands roam across his broad shoulders and smooth chest before following suit with the other side. Wanting to play a little more, her confidence in her actions growing by leaps and bounds, Cordelia started to swing her leg over his hips.

Angel held her off, “Keep those luscious legs on the bed. We’re just having a little fun here, Cor, not trying to drive me insane.”

A little growl of discontent sounded almost too low for his keen hearing, but Angel caught the determined stare and the return of that smile that told him he might be in trouble. Cordelia’s loose hair tickled across his chest as she leaned closer to his mouth to tell him, “That’s the point.”

Before he could argue, Cordelia returned to her exploration of his chest, letting her soft mouth drop silky kisses across the surface of his skin. His hands played along the soft curves of her shoulders, slipping further down as she moved up to trail more kisses across his neck.

Turnabout is fair play Mister Broody Pants, Cordelia felt a little thrill at the idea of letting Angel take a turn at being teased a little. After all, the way he made her suffer those hot, endless kisses and the skillful touch of his hands, never once giving in to the raging need that obviously kept him aroused as much as she was… yes, he deserved what he was about to get.

“Tell me, Angel,” she kissed her way along his collarbone. “Just,” smooching him, “how,” adding a soft peck, “many,” licking at the base of his throat, “erogenous zones,” she quirked he eyebrows upward, “can I find on my little scavenger hunt?”

“Cordelia,” he growled a little warning as her mouth started to explore cords of his throat. Her hands palmed his head letting him know where she wanted him, but it was all he could do to lie there and let her suckle and nibble while controlling his reaction at the same time.

His hands wandered down the delicate curve of her spine to curve around her lush bottom, pulling her on top of him despite his earlier intent. While squeezing the firm globes and massaging with his fingers, he ground his erection against the soft skin of her belly. Cordelia moaned against his throat at the sensation of his hard shaft pressing so close to where her body craved attention.

When Angel made no move to bring them together, managing to content himself with the teasing sensation of body contact alone, Cordelia realized that he had no intention of going that extra mile yet.

Whatever happened to Wham-Bam-Thank-You-Ma’am? Then again, Cordelia considered that she wasn’t dealing with an ordinary guy, certainly not one quite as self-centered as that. Not that she wanted that attitude either, eew, no! But as she quickly discovered, she did have wants, and she did have needs and she both wanted and needed Angel… now.

Frustration blossomed in her belly as Cordelia shifted her hips against him. Then an idea popped into her devious head, urgency driving her to a wanton, perhaps even dangerous method of getting Angel’s full attention. He was content to play, was he? To let her have a turn. Fair enough. She’d take it.

Cordelia smiled with Cheshire-Cat brilliance, hiding her sudden grin under the silken waterfall of her hair. On the pretext of opening her mouth to suckle over the place where his pulse point would be, she sank her teeth into him, just stopping short of drawing blood.

A feral growl replaced that purr and Cordelia suddenly found herself flat on her back with the vampire looming above her, knees on the bed, shoulders back and his body rippling with the effects. Falling into a ballerina pose against the pillow, with her arms arced above her head, Cordelia felt her jaw drop as she watched Angel’s human features shift away leaving the prominent ridges of bone, cartilage and heavily sinewed flesh in its place.

Recovering from her momentary surprise, she tucked her legs beneath her, rising up on her knees to match Angel’s position. Hot caramel eyes slid up his hard body from the spot where his knees dug into the mattress to the intense amber eyes staring at her with such potent desire.

“What’s a matter?” a saucy grin played across her mouth. “Can’t take what you dish out?”

Cordelia didn’t wait for his response, she just reached out to touch all the places his body appeared different than before. Starting with his brow, her fingertips took a feathery-soft path across the prominent ridges, following the line of his nose and then dropping down to his chest. His whole torso felt denser than before. Then she nibbled at her bottom lip as her hands kept moving lower.

Before Cordelia could make that final bold move, wanting to feel all the differences she could see, even those… especially those subtle changes to the surface of his sex, Angel snatched her hands from his skin. “You do like to play with fire, don’t you, Cordelia? You just don’t seem to know what side of that Do-Not-Cross line you’re supposed to be on.”

Though his words scolded, Angel’s eyes contained amusement mixed with lust. Oh, she’d gotten his attention alright. Though he doubted her little strategy was going to work out the way she’d planned. He’d almost forgotten his own idea to map out every inch of her gorgeous flesh before taking her.

If she thought he was dragging out their pleasure, delaying it with games and his teasing caresses, now she’d really understand this wasn’t a game at all. Taking one of her captured hands, he gave it a gentle twist, holding it behind her back before bringing her body closer. The pain-free hold merely restrained Cordelia from roving her fingers over his sensitive spots, which she appeared to have an unerring knack for finding.

Considering the fact that Cordelia hadn’t complained loudly or suddenly accused him of manhandling her, Angel figured she realized he wasn’t planning to hurt her no matter that his vampire physiognomy was on display. He certainly didn’t want to stifle her natural curiosity or the eager enthusiasm that lit her eyes when she touched him. Angel just needed to maintain a certain level of control or else was going to lose it completely.

When Cordelia attempted to shake her other hand loose, Angel released it. She put it on his hip, her eyes still on his trying to decide if this was allowable or if he’d try to stop her. Not like he hadn’t encouraged it earlier. “Go ahead, Cor. You know you want to,” he saw the defiant spark flash in her eyes quickly eclipsed by the return of the curious vixen.

Angel felt her hand curl around him, her fingers sliding over him in an explorative manner, reaching down to cup him in her palm before moving along his length. It was all he could do not to explode right then and there. Clamping down with rigid control, he decided and heard the guttural tension breaking into his voice, “That’s enough. Time’s up.”

“Now?” Cordelia asked overeagerly thinking playtime was over. Then she had to know if he intended to stay this way, all vamped out and hard and ribbed in ways that might make friction fun. “Like this?”

Easing her down on the bed, Angel lowered himself onto his elbows. Without any verbal response, he marked her shoulder as the new starting point of what would become a trail of countless kisses. Angel’s hands worked their flesh magic, drawing out every tiny tingle into a wave of pleasure; his mouth constantly moving along the same path and taking care not pierce her skin with his fangs.

Cordelia knew her breasts were sensitive. It wasn’t like they’d never been touched before, mostly by groping football players, Xander at his fumbling best or Wilson with his more experienced attempts at arousing her. This eclipsed anything those guys had ever managed and the quadruple stimulation of hands, lips, tongue and fangs had her head reeling and her body writhing in response.

The soft rasp of his tongue drove her wild and Cordelia finally wriggled her legs out from under him to curl around his hips, her feet wandering up and down his legs in a rhythm that unconsciously set him grinding his own hips into the mattress. As he released her breasts, Angel kissed his way across the smooth plain of her belly to pause at the concave indenture of her navel.

Cordelia’s sexual naivety only went as far as actual experience, giving her a strong suspicion just where Angel was taking his torturous path of pleasing kisses. Even the thought of his mouth and fingers against the center of her slick heat was more than enough to hurdle her straight back to that tiny thread of insecurity. Not that she doubted he knew what he was doing.

On the contrary, Cordelia figured that part out the moment ‘salty goodness’ walked through the doors of the Bronze. Angel just oozed with sexual appeal without even trying. That is, when he wasn’t being evil, broody or a dork. Even then Cordelia had to admit Angel always managed sexy.

She’d bet anything he owned that he was about to make her an extremely satisfied woman. Her body hummed in anticipation even as her mouth trembled under the weight of his intimate stare. Oh, geez! Glad I waxed my bikini line yesterday.

Open to him, Cordelia watched in fascinated arousal as Angel looked his fill, seeing the raw lust glittering in his eyes as he glanced up. A rumble welled deep from the vampire’s chest. Her eyes clamped shut as Angel’s head descended, body tensing almost imperceptibly. Not because she didn’t want to watch, but she just couldn’t find the courage to lift the lids.

Cordelia shuddered as the purely vampiric sound made her flesh tingle in wanton response. Sounds like the Big Bad Wolf coming to eat up Little Red Riding Hood. Or lick her to death. Cor, Cor, Cor, what are you thinking? This is Angel. Shut up, sit back and think of Tiffany’s!

“I can almost hear those nervous jitters,” Angel told her as his mouth lowered to her dark curly mound, pressing a kiss at the center of the trim triangle.

Cordelia’s eyes snapped open, flashing a dark stare of denial. “Jittery? Who me? Nope, not at all,” she claimed defiantly flexing her thighs a fraction wider.

Sensing she was nervous about this and guessing that she’d never experienced a man’s mouth on her before, Angel made a little detour to the supple contours of her golden thighs, though he took a moment’s pause to delight in the fact that he would be the first to taste her. His kisses there were so close to her throbbing heat that Cordelia’s hips squirmed in subconscious response to bring him into contact.

Then his fingers slid into action, exploring her with soft strokes and a gentle gliding rhythm that sped up and slowed down whenever Cordelia climbed too close to the brink he wanted to take her to. All thoughts of waxing, fairy tales and Tiffany’s left her head the moment Angel touched her.

Cordelia arched and writhed at the pleasure he dealt out with those knowing hands and the skilled tongue that danced over her flesh. His mouth caressed her, sucked softly against her silken folds. The only thoughts Cordelia was even capable of at the time went along the lines of, Oh, geez, yes! Where have you been all of my womanly life?

Later, she’d totally deny saying that aloud…not that she ever did.

Close, so close.

Her every tiny reaction kept Angel aroused and intent. His own body throbbed with the need to take her, promising himself that time would come soon. Pressing hard into the mattress, he stemmed off the constant ache and returned his focus to her.

Angel’s hand curled around her thigh again, kisses wandering while his fingers kept up their sensual dance. His lips pressed down on the rhythmic throb of Cordelia’s femoral artery, which had been pulsating close to his ear. That sound combined with her scent and taste to drive him just a little wild with wanting everything she had to give. The fact that he’d already let his demon nature slip to the surface made it impossible to resist.

Just a little taste, the thought was no sooner formed than Angel’s sharp fangs slid like a hot knife through butter.

Even as the first droplets of blood welled to the surface, Cordelia’s surprised cry left her throat, her eyes darting down to see what she knew was happening. The rough surface of Angel’s cool tongue lapped softly at her skin, the shallow bite intentionally not deep enough to pool the blood. His thumb continued to circle the slick nub of her sex as his fingers rocked within her continuously finding a spot that made her body hum.

Then it just snuck up on her while Angel had her distracted, a mind-blowing, body-wracking orgasm that caused her to scream his name. Bucking up against his face, she actually pressed her punctured flesh against Angel’s open mouth causing those sharp fangs to go deeper than he intended. Her blood, sweet and intoxicating, ripe with her arousal, and teeming with life, spurt against his tongue.

A shocked grunt sounded, followed instantly by Angel immobilizing Cordelia’s thigh against the bed. Just two succulent swallows of that rich human blood left a heady sensation behind, his body streaking with primal urges. Knowing that it was hers made it taste better going down, because it was more than just sustenance, but the precious liquid life of the woman who meant everything to him.

Cordelia writhed against his fingers, still in the throws of her orgasm, hands tightly clasping the pillow under her head. Oh, geez! Yesyesyesyesyesyesyes.

Though Angel hadn’t planned to officially stake his vampiric claim right here and now, contemplation was the furthest thing from his mind. The only thought that filtered through his lust-addled brain was that his mark would be there whenever he looked at those tempting curls that veiled the tight core of her body, territory that most definitely belonged to him.

Angel’s fangs pulled against Cordelia’s flesh, acting instinctively, lapping up the rich red blood and then retracting to seal the wounds with the gentle ministrations of his tongue, permeating them with his scent. Then slipping his drenched fingers from within her, Angel closed his mouth around them, his eyes fluttering shut at the combined tastes swirling on his tongue. He wanted to bury his face in the cradle of her thighs and drink down every drop of liquid pleasure, but as his eyes opened again they were filled with doubt.

Though he’d earlier suggested it would happen by not denying he would bite her, Angel hadn’t planned to do this the first time they made love, wanting to ease her into the idea of the most basic of a vampire’s sexual needs. But he hadn’t counted on Cordelia teasing him into letting his demon come out to play.

Morphing back to his human features, Angel shifted up the length of her body to settle between her trembling thighs. God, he had to kiss her, to reassure her, to make certain that he hadn’t blown this entire experience.

“What’s with the broody face?” she asked with a lazy smile. Mmm, she felt so good and yummy right now, especially as his heavy male body settled into hers.

Figuring that should be obvious, Angel pressed a tasty, passionate kiss across her lips and they blossomed beneath him, opening up like a flower to the sun. Deep, juicy kisses kept Cordelia distracted until Angel’s arousal unerringly ground against her sensitive flesh. “Please tell me we don’t have to wait any more. I want you so much, Angel.”

“You’re not angry?” his dark eyes flashed uncertainty.

Cordelia paused, for a moment having no idea what he meant. Then it hit her. The bite, that’s what her dumbass vampire was trying to get at. “Duh! No. Told you I only wanted to know if you would do it. You think I don’t want all of you? I’m in love with you, Grr Guy.”

Tagging on that soft admission, Cordelia lifted her hand to his face, her eyes full of life and sparkling with the truth of her confession. A smile graced her lips and her gorgeous face appeared to him more beautiful than he’d ever seen it, even with a light sheen across her nose and her cheeks flushed.

“So I take it that it’s okay to use those three little words, now,” Angel’s chiseled mouth curled up at one corner into that trademark smirk. Just knowing Cordelia accepted him, all of him, was enough to make his chest ache and his sex throb.

Cordelia already knew how he felt. He’d shown her with every kiss and caress. That didn’t mean the idea of hearing him say it didn’t cause a starburst of excitement to go off in her head because, boy howdy, did it ever.

“Tonight makes you mine, Cordelia,” Angel brushed the backs of his fingers along her temple, slowly combing through the soft hair spread across the pillow. “Mine in ways no human lover could ever claim. Wanting you, needing you… that’s only a part of what makes you essential in my life. I’ve never known anyone like you.”

“That’s because I am Cordelia Chase,” she quipped with a grin.

Angel kissed the tip of her nose. “Incorrigible, beautiful, and truly, Cordy, you have become the most caring person I’ve ever known. There are days when I don’t know who I’d be if it wasn’t for you.”

Aww, geez, Cordelia’s eyes sparkled even brighter as the words tugged hard at her already full heart.

“I love you, Cordelia,” he told her and felt the potent results of his own words leave him shaking with need.

The words were barely out of his mouth before Cordelia wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding him close, the sound of her joyous laughter resounding in the room and into his ear. Their lips met in a fervent kiss, passion escalating between them. Angel joined their bodies together with a slow, determined thrust, allowing Cordelia to adjust to the sensation. His control was fast slipping. She held him as if her body never wanted to let him go, clutching him from within.

Angel reigned in the urge to pound deep, wanting to learn the secrets of Cordelia’s sensual arousal. To explore what gave her pleasure. To feel it himself whether that be achingly slow or at a rhythm designed to blow the tops off their heads. Tonight was all for her, whatever she wanted. For Angel felt certain that he’d be more than satisfied just being inside her.

“Do you like that?” Angel murmured the question as he nibbled at Cordelia’s neck.

Too caught up in sensations, Cordelia barely noticed the question. “Mmm. Tickles.”

“It tickles?” Then he realized she thought he was talking about her neck. His hand traversed down to her hip as he maintained a slow, shallow rhythm. “Cor, I meant this.”

Arching her body against him, Cordelia moved her hands along his skin, enjoying the simple fact that she held him in her arms even as his body was ever so slowly leading her back toward paradise. Her legs shifted along his hips. “Oh, this. I like. Definitely.”

Continuing at that languorous pace for a short while, Angel sensed Cordelia was starting to lose patience with it. His little vixen wasn’t very content with taking it slow. “How about this?” Testing out her responses, he experimented with moving deeper, harder and faster than before.

“Oh, geez!” Cordelia cried out at the new feeling, her body responding to his in an answering rhythm, awkward at first and then just as enthusiastically. “That, that! I like that too.”

Angel growled and chuckled all at the same time, his back arching, muscles flexing as brought them together again and again and again. “Seems you like everything, Cordy.”

“As long as it’s with you,” she kissed him feverishly when his mouth closed over hers. Then coming up for air, gasping with panty breaths, she added, “Angel… so good, don’t ever stop.”

Having no intention of stopping anytime soon, Angel indulgently set up a complex rhythm combining the different sensations, his own body tensing and reveling in the build-up in his loins. Cordelia was so responsive, just as he’d imagined her to be, laying aside all traces of initial uncertainty. He made love to her slowly, deeply, passionately until the world faded around them and nothing existed except the two of them and the feelings between them.

Ecstasy also came in audible form, a cry sounding from Cordelia’s lips with Angel’s deep roar of pleasure following in its wake. They moved together, bodies thrusting close with the slide of sweat-slicked skin, limbs trembling, muscles clenching upon reaching the peak of passion. Cordelia felt his body’s release, her own pleasure heightened as she watched his face.

For a moment, Angel’s heavy weight collapsed on top of her and Cordelia moaned at the way it felt to be blanketed by him. Her hands traced over his damp skin, her motions soothing and instinctive. Angel pressed his lips to her throat, the bounding pulse a temptation he could not resist and though Cordelia automatically turned her head, it was only kisses he placed there.

Then, almost reluctant to move, but not wanting to crush her, Angel shifted back onto his knees carrying her with him. Cordelia gasped in surprised delight at the new position, fully aware of his length still inside her. A naughty smile lit her face as she looped an arm around Angel’s neck, using her free hand to trace the angles of his handsome face, “We did it.”

The sound of her delight gripped Angel right in the heart, but he had to laugh at the amazement that trickled from her voice because he felt the same way. A little shocked that it had actually happened. Now he just wanted to spend the rest of the night proving to himself that this wasn’t just another dream.

Remaining in that upright hold, still reeling from the results of their lovemaking, they came down from those lofty heights together. Soft, deep kisses followed; the stroke of his strong hands down her back; a gentle rub along the nape of his neck. Angel savored the texture of Cordelia’s lips beneath his own, their feminine curves sliding under his, opening up to the gentle pressure he applied. A moan sounding from her throat as Angel’s tongue slipped inside to taste her.

Cordelia wriggled in his lap feeling the delicious throb of her body as it held his so intimately, climactic aftershocks still fluttering and zinging deep inside. She could feel him getting hard again and the thought just set off a wave of excitement as Cordelia realized she was too fired up to be tired.

“Guess that wound didn’t bother you much,” Cordelia realized as she caught sight of the pile of cotton balls and the bottle of hydrogen peroxide at the bottom of the bed. There was a hopeful tone to her voice as if she was concerned its existence might prevent them doing it again.

With a quick kiss, Angel commented, “Nope. How about yours?” he asked, referring to his mark.

“Oh, that, pfft!” Cordelia rolled her eyes. Kinda sore, but it tingled only adding to the rapidly-forming ache inside her. Almost anxiously, she asked, “Are we doing it again?”

Angel smiled against her mouth, promising, “Oh, definitely.”

End

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Posted December 19, 2015 by califi in Complete

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Title: Freedom’s Prize     FreedomsPrize ficpic
Author: C/Aphrodisiac
Califi & Lysa
Posted: 06/04
Rating: N-17
Category: Um… Smut/AU
Content: C/A
Summary: After the battle, Cordelia and Angel discover freedom’s prize is the discovery of their feelings.
Spoilers: AtS Season 1, The Ring, set AU from the end of the episode.
Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
Distribution: AA/GT/JF, anywhere else, just ask.
Notes: spur of the moment ficlet.
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Feedback: The anticipation alone is killing us!


Freedom accompanied the scent of electrified flesh, sweat and blood. The screaming patrons of Club XXI fled the underground Beechwood Canyon gladiator ring with a speed equaled only by those previously held within its walls. Their captivity ended thanks to the timely arrival of Wesley Wyndham-Pryce and Cordelia Chase bearing a horsehair key designed to open the mystic silver bracelets binding them within the arena.

Fighting in the ring, Angel had battled Trepkos, an enslaved demon determined to win his freedom by achieving his twenty-first kill. The acrobatic fight combined dexterity and brute strength, the demon more than an equal match for the vampire. With the quick strike of a sharp wooden staff, Trepkos hit it off Angel’s left thigh, gashing deep from front to back. Taking back the offensive, ripping the staff away from his own flesh, Angel downed his opponent and held the deadly shard to his throat.

Through a moment of mercy or simply unwillingness to take the demon’s life in a fight that was designed for sick amusement, Angel nearly lost the battle. Chaos raged around them, the chanting of the club patrons shouting, “Killing blow, killing blow,” sounded in his ears. Through it, one voice lifted above them all: Cordelia, shouting his name.

Doubled-over, Angel’s eyes lifted toward the sound, knowing that Trepkos now stood above him, fist at the ready. The blow never came. Mercy now returned to the one who had given it. The infuriated club owner, Darin McNamara, pulled a gun on them only to tumble down into the pit seconds later, sent there by Cordelia who knocked him over the head with a metal stand.

Now free, the demons poured from their cages into the arena itself. McNamara paid for his crimes against them with his life as those he held captive took back theirs.

“Angel, you don’t look so good,” Cordelia’s eyes swept over the vampire from head to toe as Wesley supported him on the way out of the club. Ignoring the possibility of damaging the delicate white Chinese silk of her evening dress and shawl, she wrapped her arm around his back.

Damned relieved that he was there at all, Angel limped beside them as they moved toward their car. The dark pools of his eyes met hers, but he said nothing, merely accepting her help by slipping his arm over her shoulder.

With her free hand on his abdomen, Cordelia noted the angry gash in his thigh now congealed with dried blood and sticking to the ripped threads of his pants. Gulping down her initial reaction, she forced a smile onto her face. “Well, it’s a good thing you heal fast.”

“Yeah,” Angel answered stepping through the stabbing pain shooting through his leg every time he moved it. Much better than it was five minutes ago. Only hurt when he walked. “It’s a good thing you found me in time.”

Cordelia’s smile was genuine this time. “We weren’t going to let anything happen to you.”

Her relief at the fact that Angel was still with them was echoed by Wesley who added his wholehearted agreement, “No.”

“Well,” Cordelia added, “I mean, beyond the slavery and the severe beatings and stuff. Wesley came up with the key!”

Feeling his skin flush at the credit she gave him, Wesley humbly pointed out, “But Cordelia came up with the key to the key! In a clinch moment.”

The remainder of their conversation on the way home centered around the fact that while they all agreed they’d done a good thing by shutting down McNamara’s club and setting the captives free, they had actually freed a bunch of demons.

Wesley drove them back to the AI Offices, Cordelia in the front, but looking back at Angel who was stretched out on the back seat. He held a hand against his leg as if he was still in pain. Though he’d heal, she knew he needed to get some blood in him and to have that wound cleaned out. There might be little wood particles caught in the wound.

Arriving at Angel Investigations, they helped him down to his apartment, though it appeared to Wesley that the vampire was already moving along much better and barely needed support. “Now that everything appears to be getting back to normal, I think I’ll pop on home. Cordelia, would you like a ride?”

“I’m not leaving yet,” she gave Wes a look that said it should be obvious. “Injured vampire, here.”

“I’ll be fine,” Angel answered automatically.

Cordelia tossed her silk wrap down on the arm of a chair. “Well, you will be when I’m finished with you, buddy.”

Stifling a yawn, Wesley decided to head home. He had his motorcycle parked outside and Cordelia could always borrow the Plymouth if necessary. “Good night, then.”

“Good night,” Angel nodded at the Englishman, his eyes conveying his thanks one last time.

Then his attention turned to the woman impatiently tapping pearlescent fingertips against the kitchen countertop. He stared longer than necessary at the way her strapless gown clung to the curves of her breasts and her waist before falling to her ankles. His lips twitched slightly as he noted the matching polished toenails peeking from her sandals.

Only Cordelia would take such care prior to coming to his rescue. When he pointed that out, she squared her shoulders and commented, “Duh! You think they would have let me in if I’d dressed as a bag lady?”

Angel chuckled, the sound changing to a grunt of pain as he took a step toward the refrigerator intending to pour himself a mug of fresh blood. Warding him off, Cordelia gave him a stern look. “You. Bedroom. Now. I’ll handle the vamp juice.”

Waiting for Angel’s blood to warm up, Cordelia realized her evening gown was not exactly the thing to be wearing for tonight’s Florence Nightingale session. The nasty wound might bleed and she didn’t want to completely ruin the chances of returning the gown to the store in the morning. Grabbing the mug of heated blood, Cordelia turned to join the vampire in his bedroom.

Falling back onto the bed, Angel groaned, quite content to not move for the next century, but the little terror that was Cordelia Chase put that idea into the ground as soon as she entered his room.

“Here we are, big guy, up ya go.” Her bare arm slid beneath his shoulders and he sighed heavily as he eased himself upright, taking most of his weight from her. Reaching up, Angel grabbed the mug and drained it quickly before handing it over and flopping back onto the pillows.

Cordelia set the mug on the nightstand and placing her hands on her hips, looked him over from head to toe critically, again taking in the spread of half-dried blood that had crept up from between his legs. Then she loomed over him.

“I need you to sit up a minute, Angel; think you can do that?” They stared into each other’s eyes for several seconds before he finally levered himself up as she grabbed the edges of his vest. One arm at a time was lifted to remove the soiled and bloody fabric, and it was with a sigh of relief when he finally sank back onto the bed.

The bone weariness melted away at the warm and gentle touch of her fingers against his cool skin. For the last month or two, it seemed no matter how wounded or out of it he was, Angel could never get enough of her touch. Fires stoked each and every time.

The hands disappeared and he couldn’t help but moan in disappointment, and then those fingers were stripping him of his boots and socks before gripping the cuffs of his pants.

“Do you think you can unzip and lift?” Cordelia gave a little tug to show him what she wanted.

Although he could feel his energy level rising with the help of the blood, Angel was still a little disoriented as he fumbled with the button and zip, and it wasn’t until the cool air brushed against his skin that he remembered one not so little thing wrong with her plan. “Cor…”

The pants were yanked off and for a second a blanket of silence hit the room. After a moment, Angel lifted his head and looked towards his feet not that surprised to find an empty space where Cordelia used to be. His mouth twisting wryly, he wondered if the brunette had run for the proverbial hills. At least she hadn’t screamed, or worse, eww’d!

Cordelia Chase had found out the vampire’s preference of going commando, and didn’t she feel red–faced! She fanned her cheeks before grabbing a hand towel, preparing herself for another glimpse of Angel’s parts-that-won’t-be-mentioned-again.

Fair enough, she wasn’t exactly innocent. Well, not after that incident with Wilson. Not that that particular night was anything to write home about; and he definitely couldn’t match the vampire in the groin department, but it was still a shock.

“Oh, boy,” she muttered softly, “and that’s when he’s at ease!” Her mind boggled. With another deep, calming breath she returned to the bedroom to find him the way she left him, exposed to her rather shy, but impressed eyes.

Angel had made no attempt to cover up and she wasn’t sure if that was because he was too tired to realize he was buck nekkid, or he just didn’t really care what she saw. Straightening her spine, she walked over draping the towel carefully over his hips, refusing to look higher than his broad chest.

Angel was built. Dear God was he! Maybe she should have asked Wes to stay and do this instead. But even as that thought crossed her mind, she rejected it. Nope. If her vampire was hurt, she wanted to be there.

Her vampire…now didn’t that sound all-proprietary! Who was she kidding? Cordelia had secretly thought of Angel as hers for a couple of months now, and he starred in her fantasies and dreams on a frequent basis. Now she’d had an eyeful, she just knew those fantasies were gonna get raunchier by the second.

Making sure the towel also draped between his legs, Cordelia left again to collect the first aid kit. Angel had remained silent all through, but she could have sworn she’d seen a slight quirk of amusement on his chiseled mouth when she’d dared to glance up, at her discreet covering of his parts.

“Angel, I need you t—to open your legs more. Can you manage that?” Even as she spoke, her hands rested uncertainly on the tops of his heavy muscular thighs. After a slight pause, Angel spread his legs, stifling a small groan as he did so.

Cordelia let out a breath of relief when the towel still remained safely intact. The vampire was naked except for that and he was a very enjoyable sight. Turning to the open first aid box, she gathered up cotton wool and liquid antiseptic.

Angel watched her through his thick lashes. Her whole posture screamed embarrassment, even as the faint scent of arousal wafted the air; rich, warm and intoxicating.

He cursed the slow stirring of his sex, but was unable to prevent it, and when the brunette turned back towards him he didn’t miss the instant stiffening of her body, which made him grin a little, as it seemed they both had that problem right now, going by her peaked nipples under the thin satin of her dress.

Taking a deep breath, Cordelia attempted to ignore the slow movement under the towel, praying that the covering wouldn’t shift; even though a small part of her wanted to see him in his full erect glory.

“Sorry about that,” Angel’s slightly husky voice lifted her face to his, and realizing what he meant, she blushed a rosy hue.

“S’okay, it’s just a natural reaction. I know I could be anyone, and this isn’t exactly an every day thing is it?” ducking her head, she tentatively reached down to cleanse the gaping wound, so glad it wasn’t set too high up his thigh.

“You’re wrong,” he muttered, loud enough for her to hear. Confused hazel eyes meeting his amber tinged orbs, “Not anyone else, Cor.” His quiet words sunk in and the blush intensified.

Did he mean what she thought he meant? Cordelia shook her head slightly, putting it down to wishful thinking on her part and his to mere rambling due to loss of blood and exhaustion. Angel caught the action and a corner of his mouth lifted. She just didn’t get it.

The past month or two, his body had reacted to her every time she got within touching distance, but usually, his black, slightly loose pants mostly hid the evidence. He debated whether or not to push it, and then decided he wasn’t in any fit state to go chasing after her if she ran. Better to lie back and wait for his moment. He had time. Hiding in the dark was not an option any more.

Now that the curse had no loopholes, thanks to Wes and his endless search for a ‘cure’ he was free to pursue that path, and the vampire was more than ready. Denial didn’t keep you warm at night, and he yearned for Cordelia’s special brand of heat.

Only she could quench that particular fire. He corrected himself; he doubted that fire would ever be quenched in her, as she was the one that had him burning in the first place.

As the towel gradually tented, Cordelia became more fidgety, her thighs unconsciously rubbing together, the vampire’s nostrils flaring as the scent of her arousal intensified. He became rock hard in an instant, throbbing painfully on also noting her subtle sensual movements.

Cordelia let out a slight sound of irritation as she attempted to tend to the wound. It wasn’t in the best of places, and ended at the crease of his ass. Unless she split him like a wishbone, there was no way she could reach it properly. Her bottom lip disappeared between her teeth worrying it as she tried to figure out how to get round it.

“Straddle me,” the two words snapped her head up in shock as he posed a simple solution.

“What?” the abused lip popped free as her soft mouth gaped a little. Angel shifted uncomfortably on seeing that moist, reddened flesh.

“The only way you’re gonna get to it is by straddling me,” he elucidated softly. “Would that be a problem for you?” he added a healthy dose of daring as the words tumbled from his mouth. Instantly her shoulders tensed.

Cordelia Chase was no coward, and if it meant straddling her hot, hunky boss then that is what she’d have t— Crap! Words were so much easier than actions; and then there was the sheath of a dress she wore. Not exactly the perfect item to wear for bedroom gymnastics, even those with medicinal intent.

Pfft! Who was she kidding? She groaned inwardly as scorching scenarios flashed through her head.

“Cordelia?” Angel interrupted her kaleidoscopic thoughts. Glancing from his hips to her dress, and then to his face, which was practically blank, she was sure she saw a flicker of a living flame in those dark, dark eyes.

“Look, just leave it, I’ll do it myself,” he added, half groaning as he attempted to sit up; the sound of pain exaggerated shamelessly. Instantly a small hot hand pressed on his chest and urged him back down.

“You have no chance of doing it by yourself, so lie back and take it like a man…pire.” She again bit her lip as she inwardly repeated her own words. Flicking anxious eyes over his face, she was glad to find it still pretty expressionless.

Cordelia looked down at her ankle length dress and figured no way, no straddling in that tight sheath. Not unless she wanted it turning into an expensive but bulky belt. “I’m gonna need to borrow a shirt,” she murmured, missing the sudden lift of his brows as she surprised him with her acquiescence.

Without waiting for a reply, she opened his closet and routed through it until satisfied, she pulled out a navy blue dress shirt. “Won’t be a minute,” she spoke in a deliberately cheerful tone, but Angel easily picked up on the edge of nerves she attempted to hide from him. He watched her retreat to the bathroom with brooding eyes, a spill of thoughts racing frantically through his mind.

Soon Cordelia Chase would be straddling his body, her long limbs embracing him. In one of his shirts and little else, he imagined. With a dress like that, a bra was a total impossibility and the satin fine enough to need the most delicate of panties. The heated thoughts spiraled down to his turgid shaft and he stifled a deep groan.

Having her wear something of his next to that delectable bare satiny skin…. if he’d had a pulse it would be hammering away now, but then again the throb of his shaft more than made up for that lack.

Faster than he’d thought possible Cordelia returned, and from the look on her face, it seemed a case of do it now or freak out and run for the door. Damn, that shirt looked a hell of a lot better on her than it did on him. The golden length of her legs beckoned to his hands and mouth and when she slipped off her sandals and tentatively approached the bed, his whole body tensed.

He seriously hoped his self-control was strong enough to stop at just a touch; if she were lucky, that was all he would do.

Placing the first aid kit on the far side of the bed near his knee, Cordelia again assessed her next move. She avoided his dark gaze and attempted to regulate her breathing.

Kneeling on the edge of the bed, Cordelia eased a thigh over, and carefully placed her knee on the bed. Settling just below his ribs, she was glad she was faced towards his feet. She jumped a little when he shifted and a powerful leg lifted, bending at the knee, supposedly giving her better access.

Careful not to disturb the covered flagpole inches from her belly, Cordelia leaned over and, reaching for some more cotton wool, began the task of cleaning out the rest of the wound. Tiny wooden shrapnel had kept the wound from closing properly and she could see an immediate improvement as the torn flesh was cleared of the obstruction.

Angel didn’t know whether he was in heaven or hell. Completely distracted by Cordelia herself, he barely noted the sharp sting of the peroxide. Her hot breath whispered against his inner thigh, and as she leaned forward, his shirt shifted, the tail pulling to the side, giving him a bird’s eye view of a perfect golden ass only covered by a thin strip of white silk between her cheeks. A thong…he should have guessed, but swallowed hard at the reality. Thankfully, or not, her core nestled against his flesh, so his head wasn’t ready to explode…yet.

His sex twitched and brushed against her belly, and he held an unneeded breath when her hand froze for a second. Then she shimmied back an inch.

Hell, yeah, he had amazing, iron control, but there was only so much a vampire with a soul could take, and without his permission, his large hands lifted from his sides and slid along her warm satiny thighs. God, she felt like heaven as his own skin rasped roughly against hers.

When Cordelia didn’t react with much more than a tense of feminine muscles, he became bolder, hands creeping up to her hips and deliberately pushing the irritating shirt higher until it scrunched in his hands around her small waist. He wrapped the folds in one hand, resting it against her belly to free the other.

The exposure of the bottom part of her tattoo drew his fingers, and as he traced the pattern, Cordelia sat up abruptly. “Angel…” she paused, not quite sure what she was about to say. She glanced over one shoulder and he swallowed thickly at the mixed shyness, uncertainty and need that filled her melting caramel gaze; her pupils gradually dilating until the brightest honey ringed them.

“Do you want me to stop?” his voice a husky whisper, a trace of a growl lacing his tone. Their eyes remained connected as her mouth worked silently.

What DID she want? Well, duh! His irises flared with amber as he read her mute reply. “Touch me,” his rough whisper, half demand and half plea, ran over every inch of flesh; his hands rounded her hips smoothing over the skin of her ass.

Almost instantly, Cordelia dropped the cotton wool and stared at his covered sex. Not like she hadn’t touched one before…okay, maybe Xander’s once or twice down the front of his pants, and Wilson’s… but this was Angel. Contemplation was drowned by curiosity, her hands creeping forward of their own accord, and as one pulled away the towel, and the other curled hesitantly around his rigid shaft.

She felt his deep groan vibrate from his gut to her core, the soft flutter of a thousand butterflies swarming low in her belly. Open wide, her eyes caressed every smooth inch of his erection, marveling in the way it felt in her hand as her fingers closed around its thick girth. God, he was even bigger fully engorged! The thought of that filling her and stretching her beyond her limits had a flush of wet heat soaking the tiny triangle of silk between her legs. Her breath caught in her throat as his flesh warmed beneath her touch and she experimentally moved her hand along its length.

Angel moaned gutturally as he felt the moist heat dampen his cool flesh. He had to see more.

Caught up in her own explorations, Cordelia trembled at the molten reaction inside her at the feel of him and the soft, erotic sound that left his lips. Then Angel’s hand slid round working deftly on the buttons of the shirt she’d borrowed. The soft material slipped from her shoulders, but Cordelia couldn’t bring herself to release his marble-hard flesh. Her free arm slid out of the sleeve with his help and she quickly swapped hands to enable him to completely remove the shirt. As soon as it hit the floor, she felt his stomach muscles bunch and flex as he sat upright, his chest brushing her bare back.

As he rose up, her hips slid forward until she almost sat on her own hand. Her soft yelp of surprise intensified on finding herself suddenly held high in the air and swiveled around before she could blink.

In her new position, his chest brushed hers and his sex throbbed, trapped between them. Before she could push back for a little space her loose hair was wrapped around a large hand and her spine arched until her bared breasts were on full display to the vampire. The sound that left his throat sent bolts of desire straight to her core.

“So, so beautiful,” he whispered throatily, his burning eyes raking her tender flesh hungrily before dipping his dark head and engulfing a turgid nipple deep into his mouth.

A trembling gasp left her parting mouth as he sucked hard, the rasp of his cool tongue causing her eyes to roll into the back of her head. Unconsciously, Cordelia undulated in his lap, grinding her hips against his. A moan sounded in the back of his throat, this one not entirely of pleasure, setting off an alarm bell in her head reminding her of his injury.

On a gasp, she froze in place, her body crying its denial as she thought of bringing this to a stop. “You’re still hurt. In pain.” He released her nipple with a pop, lifting his dark head to meet her eyes.

“There’d be more pain if you left me, Cordelia,” he splayed his large hands along her back mapping out its curves only to make the slow upward journey again. “All I feel is you.”

Palming his handsome face, Cordelia stared into those earnest eyes needing to hear from him that this meant half as much to him as it did to her. “Is this just a moment, Angel; a one-time free-for-all that we’re just supposed to forget in the morning? Cos, I really don’t do those.”

A dark light flashed in his gaze like a glimpse of a wounded animal raging inside him. “You think that’s what this is? Cordy, my eyes have followed your every move for weeks. Haven’t you felt it; sensed me wanting you?”

Cordelia dropped a hand to his broad shoulder while the other slipped into the soft hair at the nape of his neck. Even questioning, she still had to touch while talking. “So…you want me. Is that it?”

For an instant, Angel wondered if it was possible for his beautiful, bold and brassy seer to possess such a thing as a thread of insecurity. The tone of her words came so close to the thoughts that passed through his head over the past few weeks. He’d noticed her body’s reaction to his occasional intentional crowding and had been too focused on thinking about what he shouldn’t have to follow his instincts.

Tonight, within seconds of a blow that might have meant his death, Cordelia’s voice had reached him and awakened something that would no longer remain dormant. Why this was different than any other night, or any other fight to the death with countless foes? He could not say. Right now, the whys didn’t matter.

“Much, much more than just ‘want’,” Angel’s body knew the meaning of want, but this exceeded that. Closing in, his mouth nipped her earlobe before speaking into the shell of her ear. “It’s more than just needing you. Do you want me to spell it out?”

The tenderness in his darkening eyes fought with the raging lust and she shook her head. Sometimes words were unneeded. A tiny tremor passed under Cordelia’s soft skin, her body reminding her that wanting and needing weren’t mutually exclusive to what remained unspoken between them. Her hips shifted across his thighs, the move accentuating her inner ache rather than easing it.

Too soon, a thought sparked in her mind. She couldn’t handle hearing him say it, not now, right this second. Because the idea of it felt like an explosion of light, the proverbial bulb flashing a glaring neon hue in her head. It made her heart pound fast and her body leap with those wants and needs that only he could sate.

“Later,” Cordelia told him; her only other answer a bold kiss. Chest to breast, he pulled her flush against him, his moist mouth retaking hers in a deep ravenous embrace. His cool tongue plunged in and conquered hers before retreating and nipping at her lips.

Wriggling a hand between them, Cordelia pressed his erection against the surface of her belly rubbing her hand up its solid length. Bucking in reaction, Angel put a little space between them, though his mouth and hands continued their magic. As her hand caught him, trying out that tentative action that brought the rumbling purr to his chest, Angel slowed up to the same pace.

Cordelia’s tentative touch drove him wild. Even if he hadn’t already known her relative innocence, due to the Wilson incident, her explorative touches screamed the fact, making him harden to an impossible degree at the thought of what he could teach her eager body and hot little hands. His demon practically purred with triumph knowing she was his.

That hot spark of knowledge drove him to command she say it, even as his firm male mouth pressed a series of short kisses along her tingling lips, “Later then. For now, just say you’re mine.”

“You’re mine,” Cordelia smiled against his roving lips, purposefully repeating his words instead of answering that fervent demand. The hot hand locked around him gave him pause to note the sound of a claim in her honeyed voice.

One long, hot kiss followed until Angel broke away to respond rawly, “Always.”

Transfixed upon hearing it, Cordelia’s wanton gaze held a lock on those deep, eternal eyes. Hot licks of pleasure curled up inside her as that word resonated in her head.

“Now say it,” he demanded hotly, his voice a purr that vibrated throughout her whole body.

The truth came out as clear as crystal, simple, unfettered by doubt or a moment of hesitation, “I’m yours.” No need to argue with herself about it. Not when every fiber of her being seemed to shout in recognition of that fact.

Capturing her tongue into his mouth he suckled it sensually, mimicking the movement of her hand, his large hands sweeping along her spine and pausing momentarily to palm the firm globes of her bottom. Angel lifted her, shifting their bodies again, gently setting Cordelia down on the pillows.

Their eyes held intently as Angel knelt beside her, the embodiment of pure male arousal, all muscular angles, jutting flesh and steely strength. Though it was with the gentlest of touches that his fingers skimmed the curve of her cheek and his thumb brushed across her lush lips. Hand turning, Angel trailed the back of his fingers down the soft curve of Cordelia’s throat.

At an infinitesimal pace, he brushed past her breasts, widening the span of his fingers just enough to tease them. Moving on to the flat plain of her belly, his hand flipped again, this time to ring her navel in a circle with his fingertips before dipping down to the elastic edge of her panties.

She licked her lips, suddenly nervous again, her hands now sliding along her ribs as she waited, half expecting Angel to simply give in to the lust that smoldered in his potent gaze and rip them from her. Cordelia’s hips squirmed against the bed in anticipation as she caught her lower lip between her teeth to hold back the stream of urgent pleas about to pour forth.

Angel’s left hand curled around her right thigh, bending her leg at the knee and pulling it into him. She felt his hardness brush against her, but he appeared to ignore that in favor of letting his right hand skim over her silk-covered mound. Just a fleeting touch across the surface of her panties before circling back up to the now tingling flesh of her lower belly.

Then two fingers curled under the elastic edge of her thong combing through the soft curls and stopping when his knuckles hit the barrier. An electric shock zinged through her body causing Cordelia to jerk in reaction and the ache between her thighs increased as though he’d plugged her into an amplifier. Those wandering digits slipped back up.

When his hand curled around her hip, Cordelia thought for certain the panties would be gone. Her hands moved a little lower trying to ease the ache, but knowing it was Angel who had the cure…just out of her reach. The elastic band of the thong stretched with the tug of one finger, but Angel only let it snap back in place leaving a little sting and evoking a feminine moan that had more to do with arousal than irritation.

Any second now, Cordelia felt certain she was just gonna tell him to rip them off. Or maybe do it herself. Only her mouth already seemed to be occupied. Sounds filtered through and she barely recognized her own voice as it dripped in honeyed tones to plea for his touch. Those teasing fingers continued their explorations, now sliding along damp silk and turning again against the hot skin of her inner thigh allowing his thumb to skim below the elastic barrier.

Touching her, his thumb circled rhythmically. Cordelia rocked her hips against him and his name fell from her lips, “Angel,” followed by a low feminine groan. His sensual touch continued until he could taste the scent of her slick arousal on the back of his tongue as he breathed in deep.

Both hands moved to her hips, fingers dipping under the elastic, but only to pull the tiny piece of silk with a gentle tug. Cordelia held his gaze until his dark eyes dropped down to watch her feminine curls come into view as he slipped her thong panties over her hips. She shivered as they slid along her thighs and watched as Angel pulled them over her knees and down to her ankles.

Holding up her feet, Cordelia let him remove the panties and watched as Angel suddenly twirled them on his finger, giving her a darkly mischievous smirk. “Nice to see them on you, Cordy, but taking them off was even better.”

A laugh bubbled up until it lit her whole face. Cordelia reached up and snatched her panties out of Angel’s hand, stuffing them under the pillows behind her. He dove for the bed, landing next to her in a side-lying position, and reaching out to curve his hand over her hip. Wanting to be in his arms, Cordelia leaned into his touch, grasped his rock-hard shoulder and sighed with contentment as her body contacted his.

Angel’s hand slipped downward from her hip, the gentle pressure leading her to shift her leg over his sinewy thigh. The center of her heat pressed into him and they both let out an audible response, Angel’s hand tightening and pulling her that much closer. His mouth was on her face, her lips, her throat and Cordelia arched against him. As her calf wound around him instinctively locking him in place, his hold loosened stroking upward to palm the generous curve of her breast, thumb circling across the satiny mound and teasing its dusky peak.

The anticipation alone was starting to make Cordelia antsy, her body throbbing in response to his and expecting him at any moment to fit their bodies together and take her on a one-way road to ecstasy. There was no doubt in her mind Angel knew how to pleasure a woman and she was a tangle of excitement just thinking about it.

There he was staring into her eyes as if trying to memorize every fleck of gold in her caramel orbs and while the look on Angel’s handsome face left her melting at its intensity, Cordelia couldn’t take it another second. Kiss me. Now. Touch me. Now. Stare much? Want you now. Make love to me. Nownownownownow.

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Posted December 19, 2015 by califi in Complete

Counter Moves 2   1 comment

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His dark gaze focused on the doors to the hotel, eagerly waiting for Cordy to come in. After getting no sleep whatsoever, Angel had gotten up extra early to watch her come in.

He’d drawn pictures of that body, those breasts, until he had to go into the bathroom for some one-on-one. That had to be the quickest round of monkey spanking known to vampire-kind, not counting the next three times. His lack of sleep wasn’t helping his rein on his demon, but that was the last thing on the vampire’s mind right now.

Now, Angel was anticipating Cordy walking into the hotel looking all ruffled and sleep-dewed. No one else could see how her skin radiated after sleep; no one else could see the way she glowed when she got her menses.

No one else was allowed to!

The door swung open and the woman sauntered in. Her breasts covered up by a nice, light cream jacket that only served to increase Angel’s anticipation. Cordy yawned as she took off the jacket; the light blue sweater underneath literally wrapped itself around her breasts! Her purse fell to the floor as she stretched like a cat in the sun.

“Oh God!” Angel pleaded, it must have been cold outside as neither her bra nor sweater could hide those pert little buds. A sheer scarf was draped down the centre of her chest, drawing his appreciative gaze to the cleavage.

He watched as Cordy turned around, bending at her waist to retrieve the small purse off the floor. Giving the vampire a perfect view of the way her knee-length skirt clung to her ass.

“Huh!” Angel squeaked, his eyes glazing over when he saw no visible panty lines. “Oh God!” First the breasts, and now he wanted to see more- well, in fact all she had to offer.

She has to be wearing a thong…a little scrap of nothing that hides…nothing he groaned aloud, my fingers wouldn’t even have to move much to get right….there-

“Angel? You okay?” He jumped a mile when her voice practically purred in his ear; so into his thoughts he hadn’t seen her approach. Falling off his chair was definitely not smooth- but on looking up at the brunette now standing over him, it was bloody well worth the humiliation.

Jeeeeesussss! White and sheer and-and; God! How did that thin strip stay in place? That’s it: Soul, take a hike. Angel let out the growl he’d kept in for the last few days and shot to his feet. Before Cordy could berate him for staring up her skirt- ‘cos she’d clocked him this time, he’d thrown her over his shoulder and made his way up the stairs with the speed of light…or dark, going by his salacious thoughts right now.

“Put me down you great big…. PERV!” Cordy was at a loss of words after that exclamation [which was a first!], and yelped when her feet landed back on the floor with a jolt.

Looking around, she was astonished to find they were now in his room- alone…. and Angel looked very hungry.

This was what he was reduced to! Kidnapping his seer and dragging her to his room like some raving lunatic. This was all her fault, her and those damn, pert and bouncy breasts.

“Y-you j-just…!” Cordy couldn’t find the words she wanted to say. Her finger kept making rapid contact with his chest, a move that would normally make him step back but a move that wasn’t doing a damn thing right now.

No!

She wasn’t going to come in here, day after day wearing things like that and not allow him anything! He was a desperate manpire here, couldn’t she see that?

“There’s only so much I can take!” Angel growled at her, pointing his own finger at her. See how she liked that! “God woman! How much do you think I can take from you huh? Is it your life’s mission to purposely drive me insane?”

Drive you insane?!” Cordy yelped as she jumped out of his way, walking backwards around his room. It was usually the other way round; parading his salty goodness like there was no tomorrow, showing off his naked chest- okay, so he was usually wounded at the time, but semantics, pfft: “You’re already insane… Wh-what are you doing?!” The yelp became a high-pitched squeak.

Angel began to stalk her round his bedroom, a predatory gleam lit up the darkening orbs as he moved slowly. Taking each step with measured control he didn’t have, prolonging his own torture just for the hell of it.

“You are not getting out of this room woman!” he told her. That’s right. He told her what she wasn’t going to do. “Not until I say so”

“Get away from me!” Cordy squealed as she jumped away from the vampire. “You’re crazy, nuts, stone cold insane!” Her hands came up to protect herself as her head shook from side-to-side. She was notgonna laugh; encouraging whatever brainstorm he was having wouldn’t help matters, so she bit down on the inside of her lip- hard!

Angel shook his head slowly as he continued to stalk her around his bedroom, tracking every step she took with his gaze. His fingers came up and, starting with the collar of his shirt, began to unfasten each button.

Hazel eyes widened when the vampire moved from one button to the next, never ceasing in his stalking. Cordy’s jaw dropped when Angel flung the shirt over his shoulder with reckless abandon and moved closer to her. HELLO, salty goodness!-And didn’t that sound familiar?

The white muscle shirt clung to his broad chest, his shoulders were so well proportioned with so much strength in them Cordy was sure he could hold the world up. His arms were heavy and thick with muscle, pale skin pulled taut across each muscle. God he was gorgeous! Nope: bad thoughts, girl!

A silver chain hung from his neck, drawing her wide-eyed gaze to the column of his throat where she realised how nice his neck looked. Angel seemed far too relaxed and that scared her! She refused to admit how much it aroused her too.

“You keep away from me!” Cordy squealed when the vampire got closer. Diving onto his bed, she stood in the middle and tried not to get tangled in the bed sheets. A half hysterical giggle caught in her throat, and she inwardly berated the big part of herself that was actually enjoying this cat and mouse game.

“In your words honey, I think not” Angel’s voice was smooth, calm and completely controlled. He rounded the side of the bed, getting ready to pounce on her when she vaulted off it, placing the bed between them.

“I love this game!” Angel growled at her, his dark eyes were full of male mischief as he went after his seer. His demon was positively giddy; he didn’t think he could take so much excitement!

Cordy yelped loudly when the vampire set the chase in motion. Diving over the bed after her as she bolted, yelling for help! “Gunn! Wesley! ANYBODY! Angel’s gone crazy HELP ME!” Again, that giggle almost exploded from her mouth, even as her heart pounded with a weird excitement.

“Scream all you like, you are not getting out of this room” Angel let the brunette get so far before ending the quick game of chase. Reaching out, he wrapped his hand around her upper arm and spun her to face him.

Cordy had never been stunned into silence in her life, but at the sight of Angel acting like a man, she couldn’t find any words. And to tell the truth, words weren’t exactly on her dazed mind right now. Her eyes locked onto his face, fascinated by the mixture of desire, determination and pure mischief imprinted there.Wow! I actually feel like a woman in his eyes! That was an intensely satisfying feeling.

Come on, Cor, put those hot little fantasies back where they belong- oh God; why did he have to be acting out fantasy #17?– Only it wasn’t her desk he was chasing her around.

The vampire focused in on her breasts, licking his lips and giving her a devilish grin that flashed a deadly fang. White teeth glinted in the light as he curled his hands around the middle of her sweater.

“Don’t you dar…!”

Angel cleanly tore the blue sweater down the middle, exposing the breasts he’d been dreaming about for days. Encased in simple white cotton, her breasts were barely concealed by the half-cups that pushed them up. “I love your breasts!” he breathed.

Cordy snapped her hands over her chest, attempting to hide them from his lewdish gazing. “Y-y-you PERVERT! You are a dirty old man! Get your horrid, dead paws off of me!” Using her free hand to push his chest, she tried to get away from him; ignoring the fact she wasn’t putting as much gusto into the escaping bit as she should be- hell, she was enjoying herself too much.

The vampire ignored her attempts without remorse as he pulled her hand away, sighing deeply when he could look at her breasts. Angel could hardly contain himself, his fantasy was right there in front of him. This moment needed to be done just right.

Breathing harshly, he watched as he finally got touch those breasts groaning loudly as he did. His gaze, blacker than night, focused on the sight of his hands cupping her. A bolt of lust shot through Cordy from her breasts, where his cool hands now rested, right down to her groin.

Angel was touching her! Actually touching her in a none-vision capacity…and it felt sinfully good. Cordy’s mouth dropped open and a soft moan left her traitorous lips. Leaning forward, her dangerously scorching boss whispered in her ear.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” his voice caressed her ear and seduced her to a point where she was sure she had transformed into a Cordy-shaped puddle at his feet. Her eyes widened even as her thong became soaked in an instant as her mind gave her a vague visual of exactly what he may be offering to flash.

Vague because, so far, she’d only been able to guess- pretty hard when he insisted on wearing black pants all the time. Damn loose pants, grrr!

Drawing every bit of courage around her naked shoulders, Cordy shocked him by saying “Okay; whatcha gonna show me back?”

The shock only lasted a second though, as excitement and euphoria built up at the come-on in her gorgeous eyes. Without missing a beat, his hands went straight to the waistband of his pants, drawing her gaze; her eyes widening as she belatedly noticed his straining flesh behind that fabric; she licked her lips in anticipation. That was for her- HER!

Unzipping his pants and releasing the button, Angel paused, looking up his melting brown eyes narrowed in on her partially exposed chest.

“You first, baby” Cordy melted at the throaty endearment and with shaking fingers fumbled with the clasp of her bra, letting the soft cotton fall way from her full breasts. A soft purr slipped from the vampire’s slack mouth. Finally!

“Hello? you show me yours, remember?” Cordy prodded, Angel’s eyes pulled reluctantly away from her golden skin to meet caramel eyes that were hot even as they hinted at emotions he’d been so far blind to. His undead heart would have stopped beating if it had been working.

Her mouth dropped to the floor at the same time his pants and boxers did. Dark curls decorated the base of his sex, contrasting greatly with the pallor of his cock. Each contour could be seen as his excitement urged him harder and fuller, ensuring his body would satisfy the female. Not that there would be much problem there!

Through wide, uncertain eyes Cordy absorbed the visual of near-perfect masculinity that was standing right in front of her. For the life of her she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the generous jutting male shaft bobbing proudly at her. she could almost imagine it saying “Hello Corrrrrdy!”

Angel took advantage of her distraction and pounced, hands curling around her breasts and finally giving in to the uncontrollable urge to taste her until his hunger was sated. Wrapping pillowy male lips tightly around a pert, strawberry pink bud, the vampire groaned deeply when he felt Cordy arch into the stimulation, her body wanting more.

The squeak that left the still stunned brunette spurred him on, making him attempt to force as much flesh as possible into his mouth. His wet tongue bathed and twirled roughly over the little tip, lavishing as much attention as she could take.

Shots of pleasure ran through her veins as sensations bolted like lightening from her breasts to her core, increasing the arousal that burned hot between her toned thighs. Angel relished in the responses he got, retaliating by lightly biting the sensitised bud with sharpened teeth.

Then it was his turn to squeal in an unmanly way when he felt aggressive warm fingers wrap around his shaft and moved slowly up the hard shaft. The vampire bucked high and hard into her fist, letting his oral hold on the delectable breast go in order to moan out his approval.

“jeeeeeesus!”

Holding tightly onto her prize, Cordy used her grip to force the Vampire to step backwards. She followed him doggedly until the back of his legs hit the edge of the bed. Who the hell is in charge here? he dazedly wondered, as the table were decidedly turned

The pants still wrapped round his ankles caused him to lose his balance and he fell hard onto his back. Before he could bemoan the fact a hot wet mouth wrapped around the tip of his cock.

“Fuck-ing HELL!” his hips shot off the bed, nearly spearing the poor girl!

Choking a little, Cordy released him to glance up and glare. Angel barely managed to look sorry, too busy pulling back his fading control over the situation

“Now you’ve done it!” he growled, his eyes glowing wickedly. Before she could blink, he’d grabbed her hips pulled her up towards his face, ripped of her thong and planted her down on his mouth. The wail she let out was beyond human. This was….ooohh- but she also felt cheated from her prize.

“Turn me around – TURN ME!” she growled back, grabbing his shaft in mute explanation. Clicking on pretty quickly for a sex-fogged vampire, Angel lifted her and turned her until she faced his feet, then plunked her back down and got to work

Cordy was sure to hell she felt a bit of teeth just as her mouth engulfed his straining flash and she moaned deep in her throat, causing the vampire to lurch towards her. Prepared this time, she restrained his gyrating hips and leaned further over, almost squealing when it moved her mound over his working mouth until his tongue hit her clit. God, her friends had talked about this position- but WOW!

Liking the purely female sound she made , Angel latched onto the little hard nub and sucked- hard. he had to restrain her by the hips at her instantaneous reaction to that move and his eyes crossed as she returned the favour and hollowed out her cheeks, sucking him even harder. Neither one was going to last long if this “I can do better than you, bucko’ game went on any longer.

Against her heat, Cordy felt breathless sighs brush blasts of soothing, cool air across place that burned the most. His tongue deeply entered the female alcove, learning all her body’s secrets and tasting the sweet honey that rained down into his mouth, coating his lips and tongue.

Her moans vibrated along his velvet shaft, making his entire body hum and throb with the beginnings of climax and instead of stopping to be able to penetrate her tight cavern, Angel found himself encouraging her. What she lacked in experience, she sure than hell made it up with delighted gusto! Low growls told her exactly what he liked and what he loved, so far the feel of her hot tongue sweeping over the tip of his cock had him growling the loudest.

The feel of her mouth wrapped snug around his solid shaft pushed Angel closer to the edge, forcing the plans of getting her to ride him hard out of his none-functioning brain. All around him, he could feel the way she took his cock deep, working his climax closer and closer.

When the throbs began to increase, Cordy couldn’t stop her hips from bucking against his sensual oral pleasuring. Tongue delved high into her body, drinking the arousal that was made for him and coaxing more into his mouth. The tiny bud of her clit was reddened and swollen as Angel swept the tip of his tongue over the pearl, eliciting a quiet scream from the brunette.

“Angel!” Cordy reluctantly released his cock from her mouth, allowing herself the ability to sound out the vampire’s name in a wild shriek as he brought her closer to orgasm. His tongue treated her clit to intense pleasure as he slid a long, thick finger inside her core and pulled back for a moment to watch in fascination as her body immediately opened up for him.

“So hot” Angel mumbled, his gaze the shade of melted gold was focused directly onto his digit as he penetrated her tight body with a confident caress. She felt like wet velvet, soft to feel but hell on his heightened sense of touch. Feminine muscles clutched his finger over and over as her shrieks got louder and louder.

“Want you to come for me” he breathed, increasing the pressure and pace of his finger inside, seeking out the place that would send ecstasy blazing through her body. Spearing the female body, Angel centred everything he was into making her come hard on his hand.

Arching her back when the orgasm rushed through her, sending a burning shower of arousal down to scorch her thighs and his hand. Cordy dug her nails, disrupting the flawless marble of his flesh with pink welts as blood was coaxed to the surface. “Ahhh!”

Not giving his seer a chance to recover, Angel almost violently shoved her away from him and moved quickly to cage her shaking body with his. Not bothering to ask if this was what she wanted, he flipped the glassy eyed brunette onto her stomach and straddled her hips. “Mine baby, no more waiting and no more games”

Cordy gripped the soft pillow below her, raising her hips off the plush mattress and moaned when the hard ridge of his erection became nestled between her folds. Eager to please, she pushed up onto her hands and knees, whispered begs for more slipped past her lips to tease his ears.

Inching the tip of his sex slowly into the heart of her body, Angel paused to absorb the heat and relished in the way his skin ignited. “I wanna…!” he didn’t get a chance to finish that sentence as primal instinct won the battle between take and tease, forcing him into sliding inside her with a
powerful move of his hips.

The hotness of her body held the vampire completely still as his body kept her firmer one hostage. One heavily muscled arm wrapped tight around her stomach, pinning her to him and the other was down by hers. The solid wall of his chest was tucked closely to her slender back while his hard thighs cushioned the more feminine ones.

Wet, scorching heat completely encased his aching cock, the feel of it forcing his balls to pull up towards the base of his shaft. Dark curls taunted the slick, sensitive folds as his length stroked the inner walls of her sex with confidence. Arousal spilled down to soak the skin of his thighs as Angel shifted his hips, penetrating deeper.

Cordelia felt her breath lodge at the back of her throat as she stretched to accommodate his size. Inside, her muscles were so tight, she felt they would snap and break at any time. There was a momentary dull ache spreading from her stomach to her hips, indicating he was buried to the hilt. The female in her satisfied and smug at that not-so-small achivement.

A loud and deep groan sounded from the vampire as his shaft was gripped in a tight fist. Her body seizing him with a violent hold that vibrated right the way through his body. Pulling back, Angel panted heavily as he became fascinated by the sheen of liquid sex making his cock glisten. Pushing forward with a sure thrust of his thighs, he watched as her body once again enveloped him in that same tight, hot grip.

He penetrated so deep, he elicited a quiet scream from Cordelia as she responded to it. Rocking back against the solid ridge of his erection, she ground her hips hard on his and relished in the burst of carnal pleasure that move created.

Inch by excrutiatingly pleasureable inch, Angel made her body take him all. The tip of his sex crushed hard on the edge of her cervix, stimulating the highly sensitive inner place with hard punches. Burning rain fell openly from her entrance to wet the flesh of his thighs and making the resisting tight walls slick to his sensual touch.

The roughened skin on his fingers skirted down the perspiring, golden body until he grazed the swollen red bud hidden between the petals. Angel started slow, skimming her clit with light, breezy touches that had Cordelia jerking her hips away from the stimulation only for her to ask for more. His fingers toyed with the responsive bud, tugging and teasing until he felt it throbbing beneath his caress.

Rasping two thick fingers across the dewy folds, he mimicked the sinful way his body was possessing hers. In and out, he drove his cock fully into her without any thought of his own needs. All his attention focused on the woman moaning his name and bucking wildly back against him. This was what he wanted, what he now had and he’d be damned if she was going to get out of this unscathed!

Balancing on one hand, Cordelia reached between her legs to cup his balls, using her nails to scratch and taunt the sensitive flesh at the base of his shaft. The distinct sound of his arousal-slicked skin rasping off hers gave some indication the rough way he was owning her. His tight balls bounced off her sex, adding to the sensation of his fingers and inducing more female juice to be expelled. His thighs, her ass were drenched with liquid sex and inside, she only got wetter.

Glazed hazel orbs snapped open when she heard him speak and felt pointed fangs scrape over her jugular, threatening and yet welcomed. He was unmoving inside her body, holding still and keeping her from climaxing, doing nothing but waiting her response. Did she want to be owned? Was it that much different to how they were now? Angel already considered her to be part of his family so why not make it official and stake her own claim while they were at it?!

Turning a sultry glance over her shoulder, Cordelia teased the vampire with a long lick of her moist lips. “I’ll make me yours if you make you mine”

A strangled laugh mixed with a heart felt groan as she returned his ownership with an equalled passion. Not only did Cordelia want to be his but she wanted him to be hers too. How could one vampire get so lucky? “I already am, baby” Angel stated, his ochre gaze twinkling with merriment, amusement and arousal.

“Then prove it and finish what you started” her voice trailed off wickedly, “Unless your done…!”

“Done? I haven’t started with you yet!” Angel planted a chaste, swift kiss on the sweaty skin at her throat before easing his sex from the tight feel of her body. A quick move and he found himself staring down at a surprised but delighted vixen faced woman. “I wanna watch when I make me yours”

His gaze remained fixed to her face as he placed the tip of his cock at her entrance. Stilling just as he inched in before embedding his sex to the hilt.

Her back arched high, pushing her breasts against his chest and her body took him all. Long, slender legs came up to lock at the base of his back, leg muscles yanking him down to blanket her.

Nails scored down the expanse of his back, urging the vampire to go harder, faster. Hips bucked up erratically, ensuring she gave as much as she got. The icy hot scrape of his shaft rubbed and taunted her clit, the base of him bounced rapidly against her over-heated folds. Large, male hands ran down her body to drag her hips higher to meet his, angling them so he was in total control.

Reddened, plump lips slid over sweat-covered skin looking for his harder, masculine mouth. Her tongue slipped out, sweeping across his defined lower lip before delving into his cooler mouth. Angel’s groan of pleasure was lost as his own orgasm caused his cock to swell inside her. The sensation of her tightness gloving him so perfectly, the heat of arousal, the kiss; everything attacked all his senses one by one.

Under her hot hands, the muscles on his back flexed and rippled. His mouth manipulated hers into quick, fiercy kisses that brusied her lips more. Her body opened up even as inner walls closed viciously around his cock, creating delicious resistance for him. Blood pressure increased, heightening her temperature and causing her body to throb with climax. Her hips writhed and jerked erratically against his, drawing out the orgasm as it washed over her.

Above her, Angel’s form turned harder as his own stronger hips pushed down onto hers with enough force to pin her to the mattress. The pressure in his intensified as he repeatedly thundered inside her. Once, twice until that building pressure was released and the burst of cool ejaculate shot from his cock. He wanted, needed to bite her, just to make this perfect.

Amidst the remnants of climax, Cordelia saw a quick flash of uncertainty on his pained expression and gave a quick roll of her eyes. Turning her head to one side, she encouraged him “Angel…”

“Cordy” Angel groaned as his head dropped into the warm crook of her shoulder, teasing himself with a taste of her passion fuelled blood. On his mouth, he could feel that life just thrumming through her jugular, making her pulse pound and vibrate. His fangs left red welts along the flawless column of the delicate casing before he pierced the skin.

Cordelia took in a sharp intake of oxygen as sensation took over. She had been expecting more than the initial pain but there wasn’t anything but an intimacy beyond what they had already done to each other. Her hands dug into the corded, bunched contours of his back as her legs gripped his waist tightly and she relaxed into it.

Licking the puncture wounds lovingly, Angel tended the permanent love bite until the bleeding stopped. Peppering the red and slightly swollen skin with butterfly kisses, the vampire nuzzled her throat with care and attention, taking the time to inhale his scent now embedded on her.

Lazily rolling his larger body off of her, he turned his woman onto her side so he could look at her. Her expression was that of the cat who got the full-fat cream and side serving of smoked salmon. Bruised red lips curled up into a secretive, little smirk and hazel orbs held a lightshow of emotion only he could understand.

Clearing her throat, Cordelia broke the companionable silence. “So, what brought that show of macho-vamp on?”

“Oh, just blame it on the boobies!” And as she snorted with laughter, Angel reached out for his prized possessions with an even larger grin on his face…

Smuttyfic Finished. *phew*

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Posted December 19, 2015 by califi in Complete

Counter Moves   Leave a comment

Title: Counter Moves   CMficpic
Author: OhmyGodIt’sThoseTwo!
Posted:
Scorch ~&~ Califi
Rating: It’s us so take a wild guess!(N-17)
Category: Humour/smut
Content: C/A
Summary: Don’t blame it on the sunshine, don’t blame it on the moonlight, don’t blame it on the good times. Blame it on the…!
Spoilers: Based on a scene from The Shroud of Ramon in season 2.
Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
Distribution: AO, Cal, Lil, Lio n Sara’s place
Notes: Thank bloody God for that!
Thanks/Dedication:
Feedback: yes, would be luverrrly


Cordy stalked into the lobby spitting nails, glaring at the big red stain down the front of her silky and expensive white blouse.

“Really, the stain – it’s hardly noticeable!” Wesley assured her uncomfortably as he trotted behind trying to catch up with her angry strides.

Angel looked up from the filing cabinet and exited the office, alerted by their arrival, and curious as to why Wes sounded like a strangled cat.

“What happened?” He asked, coming to a dead stop, his eyes widening in amazement.

“It’s not blood it’s cocktail sauce, courtesy of Mr. Star-schmoozer here.” Cordy explained, throwing a killing glare towards the openly cringing English man.

“I mean to your head. Your… Your hair” he took in the lack of lustrous locks and the now perky way the ends caressed her chin, deciding he liked it.

She gave him a wary look, suspicion in every line of her lovely face “It looks great” Angel assured her, actually chuckling, which had her mouth dropping open in surprise. “When did this happen?”

“Ten days ago! Pay attention.” Wes shot in, anything to distract the brunette from shooting him any more glares; it failed miserably as her eyes narrowed before giving a short laugh of exasperation before rounding the counter.

“Why doesn’t anybody tell me any of this stuff…?” Angel replied, ashamed by his lack of attention towards his best friend.

“We had a little mishap. With the little shrimp – and the sauce – and her dress.” Wes explained the stain, pointing towards his own chest.

“You were at a party.” A light switch went off above the vampire’s head, turning towards the counter when Cordy, who’d disappearing below it popped her head up.

“You know, party, soiree, night of a thousand humiliations…” Her eyes rolled, shooting another glare at the Ex Watcher before disappearing again.

“I spilled it on her in front of Mr. Fat Chow – Chow…” Wes blushed as he recalled his clumsiness.

Cordy’s head reappeared briefly “Chow Yun Fat!” She snarled, and then ducked back under it.

“What, you met Chow Yun Fat?!” Angel actually looked impressed enough to drag his gaze away from the counter hiding his Seer.

“How did it go tonight?” Wes changed the subject; the sooner Cordy forgot about his mishap, the better as far as he was concerned. He turned away and walked towards the office.

“Fine. A group of… “ Angel looked towards the counter again, “Cordelia?”

“Listening.” Her voice drifted up, and unable to help himself, he moved nearer to the counter and leaned over to glance down- eyes widening in shock at what he saw.

Golden flesh- plump, golden, tempting flesh that threatened to escape the fragile scrap of lilac lace that was the only thing that covered the brunette’s torso. Saliva pooled in his mouth as his darkening eyes devoured her full, surprisingly firm-looking breasts.

How can breasts that full look so firm? I wonder if they feel…? Angel swallowed the growl that threatened to spill out, just managing to shoot back seconds before her head lifted.

“I said I was listening- hello? Earth to Angel,” Cordy straightened, smoothing down the black top she’d just changed into. “Are you okay, big guy?” she asked frowning slightly at his rather dazed expression.

Angel visibly shook himself and a self-depreciating smile touched his firm lips as he met her eyes before his own skittered away. The marble floor his eyes were now pinned on blurred as his inward vision replayed the good look he’d got of his Seer’s plentiful charms.

“Um. Yeah; just a little tired,” he muttered, lifting his eyes once again to her concerned face in time to see her expressive hazel eyes roll.

“Sure, after, what, fifteen hours straight? You must be exhausted!” she snarked. It was all her boss seemed to do lately, sleep and grump. “So you were saying?” ignoring his swift scowl, prompting him to continue.

Angel relayed the information he’d collected almost absently as his eyes repeatedly drifted towards the tempting flesh hugged lovingly by the plain black top. Luckily, Cordy didn’t notice. He had to find a way to have another look- long enough to absorb and mentally masticate –MASTICATE! over his newfound discovery; his friend and Seer was a woman.

A hot, gorgeous, generously endowed woman.

God, what planet have I been on? he wondered helplessly, gulping when a bolt of hot lust shot to his groin when she reached up to retrieve her bag from the top of a filing cabinet. The move pulling her top taut until her breasts strained against the fabric.

It was time to formulate a plan… or ten!


Cordy rubbed the back of her neck for what seemed to be the thousandth time that day. If she didn’t know better, she could have sworn she was being watched, but every time she looked around there was no one but herself in the lobby.

The way Angel had been acting last night, Cordy was actually glad the vampire was still in bed. He’d hovered around her most of the night for no apparent reason- and then, to top it all, he’d accidentally tripped her up.

“Stupid big footed…” she flushed hotly, recalling how he’d been sprawled in his chair, and still unsure as to how she’d missed a heavily muscled leg across her path as she passed him.

Thank God for his quick reflexes! If Angel hadn’t have caught her scary descent to the hard marble floor, she was sure something would have snapped- mainly her wrist as her hand shot out to catch herself. Unfortunately, the big dork was suffering from the clumsy-bug too; she could still feel the pressure of the large cool hand that had wrapped around her right breast as he caught her.

Her face flamed even more. Because of the position they were both in, he hadn’t been able to release her right away- and, horror of mortifying horrors, her traitorous flesh had reacted; her rapidly hardening nipple stabbing into his palm even as he straightened, bringing her up with him- still holding firmly onto her breast.

It was only now as she thought about it that she realised even then, when they’d caught their balance that his hand remained- until she’d yelped his name in an embarrassingly high voice. It hadn’t helped when his hand had tightened in shock when he’d seemed to become aware of what he was holding, just before he’d released her throbbing flesh…

Cordy’s hand lifted absently as she remembered his cool touch, her own palm cupping her breast for a split second before she realised what she was doing. With a gasp of embarrassment, her hand dropped back onto the desk as she glanced around the empty lobby guiltily.

It was really weird; even though she could see she was alone, the tingling on the back of her neck intensified. Giving her shoulders a shake, Cordy reached for the large glass of water next to the phone and took a big gulp- nearly choking seconds later when a voice sounded out of nowhere.

“Hey Cor.” Spluttering helplessly, all she could do was glare angrily at the vampire who patted her back as she coughed up the water that had gone the wrong way.

Angel felt a twinge of guilt at the sight of her reddened face and watering eyes as she attempted to catch her breath. The brisk patting changed into smoothing circles almost without him realising it, even as his rapt eyes took in the soft jiggle of those luscious breast. Mmm…Cordy’s breasts.

“God, Angel! I wish you’d wear that bell I keep suggesting,” Cordy finally managed, rubbing her wet eyes and looking for her purse to grab a tissue.

The Vampire offered a sheepish grin, which, for some reason, flustered her, and she routed through her purse with intense concentration to hide the fact.

Angel perched on the edge of her desk, relieved that his pulsing erection had calmed; watching her for half an hour had done nothing for his growing obsession for the girl- hearing the soft, silky slide of flesh against satiny flesh as she’d re-crossed her legs several times whilst browsing the Internet.

But when her face had first become dreamy, then flushed- and the almost unconscious way she’d cupped her own breast; he’d nearly come on the spot! Where the hell had this these lascivious thoughts come from? The vampire hadn’t a clue, but was going along happily for the ride. After taking several deep cleansing breaths, he finally made his way over just as she picked up her drink.

As Cordy delved through her purse, his eyes moved and came to rest on the half full glass she’d hastily shoved back down on her desk, directly next to his hand. Before he’d fully thought through the sense of it, he followed his crazy impulse and knocked it just as she reached over to place her purse out of the way.

“Ack!” Cordy scrambled to rise from her chair as the cold water shot out of the tipped glass and soaked through the front of her cream blouse. Almost tripping in her haste, she took a step back and just glared speechless for a moment at the guilty looking vampire who uttered a weak “oops,” even as his intent eyes locked on her upper chest.

“Eep!” her hands instantly rose to cover the almost transparent material that was giving the startled vampire a good idea of what lay beneath- trust her to wear a sheer bra under the soft material!

“What the hell is wrong with you today? Clumsy much!” she practically growled as she spun on her heel and darted in the direction of the ground floor bathroom; missing the satisfied leer in the dark haired hunk that had remained in place perched on her desk.

Luckily for him, she hadn’t noticed the hard-bulged response to that fleeting flash of gold-framed pink-tipped flesh.


Groaning loudly, Angel turned onto his side as he desperately tried to get rid of haunting feel of that plump, luscious breast out of his head. His hand had been right there, palming the weight of her warm flesh and his thumb had grazed the hardening nipple.

He’d seen how her chest looked when decorated in lilac and now he had a damn good idea of how she felt. Soft, she was so soft, and warm and full and his hand still itched to feel her again. Then he’d seen the tight outline of her dusky nipples when her light top had been drenched with water… Dear God, the levels he’d stooped to- and was willing to keep stooping too!

Angel blew out a heavy puff of air as he rolled onto his back, now trying desperately to ignore the ache between his thighs as his body reacted to the both the visual and the touch. There was no question that he needed more, wanted to see more and…

God! What was he turning into? Cordelia was his best friend; this was Cordy. Sweet, gorgeous and voluptuous Cordy and he had no right to think of her like that. She wasn’t some sex object that he could ogle over; she wasn’t something to be treated in that crass way.

She deserved to be treated with the utmost respect, with kindness and gentility. And her breasts should be encased in silk.

Deep blood red silk that shaped to each curve, moulding around the soft contours of her chest and creating a generous cleavage. That skin tanned a beautifully golden colour would look incredible in deep blood red silk.

At the mental image of that, Angel pursed his lips out and blew out a puff of air, appreciating it enough for every male on the planet. “Oh yeah, those breasts in red” his fangs itched to bite into them and his tongue wanted to tease those little pebbles.

He had to see more!

Angel wondered if she was still up; he definitely was!


Peering through the window of Cordelia’s apartment, Angel held onto the tree branch as he tried to see if she was in the living room. His dark gaze roamed the suite as his tongue flicked out in deep concentration.

“Where is she?” he whispered as he adjusted his grip. Just then, Cordelia appeared in his line of view and Angel sighed happily.

He watched as she stretched her arms wide, that magnificent cleavage showing with the move. The dip in her robe opened up a little, allowing him to see she wore no bra. “Just a little more…!”

This was what dreams were made of!

All that tanned skin, those soft breasts just begging to be held, caressed, kissed and a few other deliciously naughty things he could think of that had nothing to do with his hands and mouth. Angel licked his lips as a slow, wicked and highly sexual smirk curled his mouth up at the thought of his cock cushioned between those breasts.

“I have to go see her,” Angel decided thickly, never taking his eyes off Cordelia and her breasts. Unfortunately, the vampire misplaced his foot on the lower branch and subsequently fell from the tree.

“Arrgghh!” Angel hit the ground a few feet below, landing in a heap on his stomach. “That actually hurt” now he had good reason to visit Cordelia. He was hurt and in need of patching up…

***

At the sound of a yell outside her living room window, Cordelia dashed to have a peek to see what or who it was. Her eyes darted all around but sadly the tree prevented her from seeing much.

“Eeek!” Cordy jumped a mile when a knock came on her door. Pushing off her couch, she tightened the robe on her belt and made to answer the knock.

Angel stood on her doorstep looking highly dishevelled, his jacket hung offline and his clothes were dusty. The side of his head was a little bruised and she could see a lump on his forehead. “Hi” the vampire greeted with a nice, innocent smile.

“Angel what happened to you?” she ushered him inside, closing the door after him. Reaching up, the brunette helped him take off the jacket, the move opening her robe a little.

Immediately, darkened orbs were drawn to the revealed tanned skin and he almost groaned out loud. Whoever said more than a handful was a waste definitely hadn’t seen hers.

“Who me?” Angel asked dumbly as all the blood rushed to the wrong head. “Oh I err” God, her breasts were distracting “Fell out of your tree”

Cordelia’s eyes glanced to the tree outside and instantly made the connection as who the yell belonged too. “What were you doing in my tree?” he couldn’t have been spying or stalking her right?

“Saving a kitten!” Angel lied, God what was he turning into? Couldn’t she see what her breasts were doing to him? If she only looked down far enough, she’d know. Wasn’t that hard to miss.

A stupid idea popped into the vampire’s head, maybe they could play a game: a game of ‘I’ll show you mine if you show me yours’ type of game. He’d had no complaints about the size of his endowment. Maybe if he suggested that she could feel, kiss, lick and suck, then he could too!

The female in Cordelia turned to complete jelly when Angel said he’d saved a kitten. Her heart just melted on the spot; there was something about a man saving little baby animals that was just melting! But didn’t he say that he’d fell out of the tree? “Is the kitten okay? You didn’t smoosh the poor itty bitty kitty did you?”

The more hand movements she did, the more that soft, furry robe opened and the more breasts were exposed. No signs of a bra line made falling out of her tree so worth it!

The soft material of her robe curled itself around full, pert and perfectly rounded breasts, the V of the robe dipped down into the valley of her cleavage. Flawless skin that was the same shade as spun gold sparkled in the easy light of the apartment. She looked wet…

Realisation dawned on Angel that Cordy had probably used some creamy lotion on her skin and that meant her breasts would be slick to touch. There was a lot to be said for lubrication!

Angel was having a hard time keeping his head together and in his pants!

“Oh no!” the vampire answered her with a slightly frantic shaking of his head. “The kitten… Jumped down before I got to it” he was already going to hell for the lifetime’s worth of slaughter so what did one extra lie matter?

But if the thought of him saving a kitten put that dreamy, gooey expression on Cordy’s face then he’d save kittens all day long!

Cordy beamed at him, “It’s always the same. Kitty’s always look helpless don’t they?” Angel deserved a hug for attempting to be the world’s perfect champ! “Come here!”

Angel found himself engulfed in a hug that pressed those breasts right into his chest. His eyes fluttered and rolled back in his head as he returned the hug. Pulling his seer closer, the vampire was so pleased his mouth was cut off from his brain or the groans of heady pleasure would be questioned.

Oh God! They felt so good and soft on his chest; how come he hadn’t noticed that before? All he wanted to do now was take that robe off and get the full view.

“You want some blood?” Cordy asked as she tugged away from his tightening hold on her. Refastening her robe, the brunette turned away to hide the flushing on her face. That had felt a little too good. Down, girl.

“No thanks” Angel squeaked as he quickly crossed his legs and begged his erection to go the hell away. Why was his demon so strong willed? Didn’t he understand the meaning of mercy?

Something occurred to her.

Turning back to face the vampire, Cordy looked at him oddly. “Angel what were you doing here?”

“Saving the kitten” he responded dumbly again.

“No, I mean what were you doing when you found the kitten? Why were you in my neighbourhood?”

Damn!

Shifting on his feet, Angel gave her the most kicked puppy expression he had ever given anyone in his existence. “I just wanted to see you. To apologise. For spilling the water”

Her face went a nice shade of pink. Letting out an uncomfortable giggle, Cordy rubbed the front of her neck and coughed. “Oh okay”

“So I’ll go” Angel nodded, not in the least bit satisfied. “And see you tomorrow”

“Sure, and stay out of trees”

“Thank you!” Angel peered up at the sky and thanked the Powers for that small and completely unsatisfying moment. He was achingly hard, desperate for relief and wanted to go back into that apartment and demand to see her breasts!

They bounced in a very nice way when she had helped with his jacket making Angel wonder how much they had bounced when she cheered in high school. If only he had been with her then, he could have seen, felt, licked, sucked, played with and stroked her breasts all the time. And he would have had the right to watch her bounce around in that tiny, tight sweater at football games.

“Damn you, Buffy!” Angel growled at his ex.

Continue

Posted December 19, 2015 by califi in Complete

Possession Is Nine Tenths Epi   1 comment

Epilogue

Balancing herself on hands pressed into the pillow above his shoulders. Cordelia gave him a wicked smile and leant down until their lips, his parted and moistened by a pink tongue, almost – but not quite touched. “That’s for me to know and you to find out” she taunted and watched as heat flared in his heavy lidded eyes.

Transfixed by the promise in those dark depths; Cordelia obeyed her body’s basic instinct and spread her legs wider, thankful for the freedom of a wraparound skirt to press her hot damp mound, covered only by the flimsiest of lace panties down onto his naked sex. She gasped when she was immediately rewarded when prickling charges of purely sexual heat shot out from her loins at an electric contact that was not nearly enough, making her a moan slip from between her parted lips.

Angel pushed up from the bed to capture her lips in a deep drugging kiss while his hands smoothed up from her shoulders to cup her neck and jaw with long fingers. His tongue slid smoothly past her parted lips to dip inside with confident skill. A deep-throated purr rumbled appreciatively in his chest at the sweet taste of warm living- Cordy.

At his gentle inexorable invasion, molten liquid arousal flowed to dampen her panties further, making the barrier all but useless except to tease and frustrate the both of them. Helpless to do anything else but answer the needy call of her aroused body she undulated her hips, rubbing her now aching sex along his hard throbbing length.

In tandem their lips opened wider and then angled to deepen the kiss, fusing their mouths together while their tongues mated in a swirling dance. Heat grew as already heightened arousal tightened into spiraling need inflamed by the dual friction at loins and lips. Angel stiffened and raised his lower body so that she was all but riding him while Cordelia pushed down and they surged together, mindless to anything but the dark dizzying pleasure.

Large hands spread over the small bones of her collar-bone and then smoothed their way over her shoulders- stopping to kneed gently before continuing on. The muscles of his biceps stretched and bunched around her as he gathered her closer, pressing his hands into her delicate spine with careful strength and soothing her with long sweeping caresses within the solid cage of his arms.

Cordelia’s head was spinning with the need for air but she simply refused to break away from the intoxicating taste that was all him. Fleetingly she wondered if it was the vampire in him that made him taste so much more delightfully sinful than other men she’d kissed. Shivers raced up her spine as the need in her belly got more demanding and finally she leant back gasping in deep lungfuls of air.

Angel ducked under her face and clamped onto the cord on her neck with his teeth making Cordelia gasp as an intense sensation of pleasure mixed with reckless temptation infused her. Angel, feeling the shudder of arousal that worked its way along her body, tightened his hold and then latching on to the fragrant skin- began to suckle strongly. Hot spicy blood raced to the surface under his lips and nuzzling the reddened skin he inhaled the delicious aroma with predatory enjoyment.

Soon temptation became too much and he forced himself to move on to her delicate ears, tracing the shell and sucking the lobe inside his mouth to torment it with firm lips and nipping teeth. Cordelia hissed in a breath and squirmed on his lap as hot charges of lust headed straight for her core.

Humming in his throat Angel moved back down the succulent curve of her neck; his cool tongue tracing the column, pausing here and there to feast on the creamy skin before nuzzling tenderly. Following the curve back up he stopped to nibble affectionately on her slightly pointed chin. Caught in the passionate web he was weaving Cordelia hung over him, not even aware that he’d taken the reins into his deft hands.

Panting moans fell from her lips as pleasure lashed along every nerve ending in a continuous stream of sensation. All stemming from the rhythmic thrusts of his hips that raised her up to ride him; rubbing and pressing his bulging sex into the drenched heat of her core, while his mouth ravished her throat with hungry thoroughness.

Lost in a daze she could do nothing but take it and hope that she could keep up on this wild ride he seemed determined to take them on. The blissful fog only lifted a little when he nipped more sharply on her chin; making her eyes open and look at him with a look with glazed confusion. Angel groaned at the look of absorbed pleasure on her flushed face.

“Sweetheart, sit up” he murmured and lifting her up himself- sat her back to grasp the hem of the gauzy black top to tug it up to and over her head. Dark glossy strand of hair slipped and fell in mahogany waves around her face, neck and shoulders in artful disarray. Dumbstruck he lay back and sucking in a deep breath- looked his fill of the voluptuous picture she made.

The black wraparound skirt was little more than a frame for golden thighs spread wide over his hips, exposing the red lace panties that hid none of her damp curls from his avid gaze. Above them the waistband of her skirt lovingly encircled a taut waist, leading to a delicate ribcage below heaving naked rosy tipped breasts.

His mouth watered copiously at the sight of those tightly budded nipples and underneath her bottom his sex pulsed with an even fiercer arousal as tingles raced along every inch of skin urging him on. “You’re gorgeous- do you have any idea how long I’ve waited to do this”?

Wordlessly she shook her head transfixed by his look of concentrated lust. “It would shock the hell out of you” he warned her then drawn like a lodestone he reached up to cup her full breasts, one in each hand and rubbed his thumbs over the taut peaks, marveling at the velvet texture of the soft warm flesh.

Cordelia’s head fell back at the touch of those powerful hands on her supersensitive flesh. “Oh God- harder please” she begged and moaned when he kneaded the aching flesh with long clever fingers. Her hands came up to cover his as they caressed her and her hips rose and fell in time with his. Soft cries fell from her open lips at each pumping thrust that aggravated rather than soothed her empty womb.

Scalding heat pooled between her thighs as the friction against the soft folds and hard nub of nerves brought her closer and closer to an explosive orgasm. Underneath her hands his fingers pulled and pinched her nipples with an irresistible expertise that followed the line between twisty pleasure and sweet pain,

Angel gritted his teeth and repressed the almost savage need to toss her on her back and pound into her, imprinting himself and branding her with a possession she’d never forget. Every muscle in his body locked in the effort and he knew he was reaching the limit of his control. Panting he pulled his hands from her breasts and pressed hers back so that she was cupping them.

“Play with yourself” he demanded in a voice made harsh by desire.

Hazel eyes met glittering black ones; Cordelia moaned and pressed her hands hard to knead the full mounds. Her hot pink tongue darted out to moisten lips made dry by helpless cries and the deep sexual flush on her cheeks grew hotter.

Cordelia stared mesmerized at the hard passion tautened face beneath her. Short panting breaths puffed out between clenched teeth on low growls and slashing brows framed heavy lidded, lust-blackened eyes screened by silky black lashes. Tiny darts of fear and panic whizzed through her blood at the sight, bringing her orgasm even closer with the evidence of the purely sexual threat from the man-demon beneath her.

Hard hands pulled at the snap of her skirt and lifting it off; threw it carelessly aside with a toss of one hand. Cordelia ran her palms in circles over her nipples and then dragged her fingers across them so that the rosy buds peaked out between them. Lunging up Angel wrapped an arm around her waist and balancing on the other fastened ravenous lips to one tempting bud; suckling it around her fingers.

His tongue darted out to flick at the turgid tip and swirled around the edges of the two fingers before biting down on it and making her gasp in mingled passion and fear. Her fingers pulled away and speared into his short dark hair to dig lightly into his scalp and then run her nails along the outline of his ear and the nape of his neck.

Helplessly fascinated by the image of it, she watched him suckle at her breast with his firm sculpted lips fastened hungrily around the peak, cool tongue lapping and strong white teeth scraping at her sun kissed, golden flesh. Long dark lashes lay like tiny innocent fans on his skin, screening the hot secrets of his eyes from her.

God he was so big and husky, she thought with a purely female feeling of pride in her mate. He surrounded her completely without even trying and his mastery over his own body was so complete that he controlled his surroundings with equal ease. Pleasure thrummed in her veins, centering on the twin points of breast and sex.

The tension inside her body screwed tighter and her eyes almost crossed with the torment of it. “Angel, I want you inside of me” she demanded hardly able to speak for the force of the clamoring need to be filled. Knowing what she needed, Angel pushed a hand between their almost joined bodies and under her panties to slide a finger between the soft, drenched folds of her labia, seeking the hot liquid center of her sex.

Cordelia screamed hoarsely when he eased inside her with one finger, hooking it to stretch her so that it could be joined by a second. The two long thick fingers provoked her tight passage to clamp down in ecstasy on the welcome invasion, easing the empty ache that’d been driving her wild. The knuckles of his other fingers brushed and kneaded against her clit making every move of his hand a carnal assault that sent spirals of molten heat directly to that other spot of pure pleasure being massaged inside her body as he fingered her.

Sharp teeth tugged on her nipple in time with his thrusting hand, faster and faster, rougher and rougher until in a final burst of lightening pleasure she surrendered to that dark oblivion and splintered apart in a mind-numbing climax.

The shattering release of tension brought back the memory of what she’d wanted and fresh determination filled her, without even giving herself time to recover and before he could distract her again, she scooted down his body and took him in her mouth. It was time to take back control.

Angels jaw dropped when he felt her hot mouth envelope him and then it was his turn for his head to fall back and be held in the thrall of carnal pleasure so hot it burned. He lost control of his limbs and fell back to the bed when her hot lips took him in slowly inch by inch. Cordelia almost purred her approval and ignoring her musk searched out the essence of Angel.

“ahhh” incoherent moans and pleas burst from his lips and he arched up into the whirlpool she was creating with her lips teeth and tongue. He closed his eyes and gripped fistfuls of the sheet to try and ground himself while colored bursts of lights streamed across his eyelids.

“Cordy- stop you have to…ahhh” Cordelia scraped her teeth all along his length and then followed up with a soft, wet open-mouthed dragging kiss until he stopped speaking then she forgave him and took him again. His jaw locked preventing any more please for mercy as hot licks of flame worked it was up his body leaving him a trembling mass of aroused male.

His sex was velvet covering cold hard steel and he tasted like a slice of heaven making her mouth tingle with the compulsion to swallow him whole. She angled her head to take as much of him as she could, but he was so big that even deep-throating him wasn’t enough. Disappointed she wrapping her fingers around the base and pumped slowly up and down; loving how he moaned and panted in helpless abandon. His hips jerked and twitched under her mouth and growling moans were wrenched from his lips,

She swirled her tongue around the top to lick of the drops of fluid that seeped out, “hmmmm” deep in her throat and coming back for more, sucked the tip hard and flicked her tongue over the sensitive head. Teasing him she pumped her hand hard but sucked him shallowly. A contrast that drove away the last of his restraint and made him buck hard into the hot wet cavern of her mouth.

His head twisted from side to side on the pillow until finally she gave in and took him deep again. “Suck me harder” he panted and threading his fingers through the hair at her neck, pumped upwards with frantic needy greed. She sucked him until her jaw ached and then sat back to survey her handy work her hand still wrapped around him, keeping him on the edge of a that sharp precipice.

She shook her head and couldn’t prevent the hot spill of words that came out, words of praise and love and every one as sexual as male and female. He was total eye candy from the top of his dark head, all the way down to his feet. Tall and muscular with every line of his body a feast for the senses. Her appreciative gaze settled on the hard pulsing shaft in her hand, rising in masculine pride from a coarse nest of dark curls.

She hadn’t intended to but couldn’t help but return to kiss him one last time, then again when it wasn’t enough, licking the broad tip with the flat of her tongue and then tracing the hard length and pulsing vein. “God I could just eat you up” she told him and he jerked again. Her eyes traveled up his length to catch the amber threading through the dark chocolate of his.

“Do you want me”? She asked him and while he watched brushed her lips over the flushed engorged tip, then, darting out her tongue lapped at him like he was an ice-cream. “What do you want, Angel”? She asked him huskily.

He rose up on his elbows, “I want to fuck you” he growled at her and the amber flashed to full topaz for an instant.

Ruefully she shook her head, a gesture that immediately made him growl warningly. “Ahh but what if I said I want to fuck you”? She swirled lovingly around him again, her eyes closing in heated relish.

“Then do it now or…” he couldn’t finish the warning but sucked in a deep unneeded breath, reaching for his slipping self-control and trying to apply some brakes to his raging libido. Not exactly easy when the warm spice of aroused woman lay thick on the air.

A wicked little imp inside her considered making a dash for the door just to see what would happen, but decided such undoubtedly heart stopping, belly flipping excitement could wait for another time. One when her ass was less tender.

The wicked grin still curved her full lips as she gracefully clambered over him. He didn’t flinch or show any discomfort when she put her hands on chest and let him have her full weight as she threw her leg over his hips to settle herself just underneath his impatiently throbbing shaft. “Well aren’t you just the most impatient vampire huh?” she purred happily.

“What happened to Joe Stoic- I was celibate for a century”? She asked him with a smirk and planting her hands next to his head, leaned down to drop a quick kiss that ended up being a long, searching, mind blowing, tongue-tangler.

“He got laid and woke up to smell the roses” he gritted out afterwards- too aroused for playful banter. Then hooking his fingers in her panties he ripped the delicate fabric off her body with sharp twists of strong fingers. “I’ll buy you a bag full” he offered before she could complain.

Then grasping her hips, Angel pulled her down, tilted her pelvis with knowledgeable skill and surged up and inside her with a single flex of his hips. Cordelia gasped at both the hard, merciless invasion and the unbelievable fact that he’d known exactly how to position her for his penetration.

The sensitive walls of her tight passage quivered at the almost painful stretching fullness making Cordy struggle to adjust and not give into the fear of being split apart.

“Oh my god- are you sure I liked this last time”? She asked in a high wavering voice and dropped her head to lean her forehead against his hard shoulder. Angel chuckled and despite his own impossibly strong urges forced himself to remain still and give her time to get used to having him inside her.

I cannot believe I was actually delighted he was so big- I am such an idiot. Wondering what she’d let herself in for, Cordy raised herself back up and blowing hair out of her eyes looked down at his face with a sulky pout on her lips.

“You wanted to be on top” he reminded her. “It’s always deeper that way”. He lied, deciding not to go into details about going from behind; he liked that position- a lot.

He was much more relaxed though not exactly sated now that he was buried in her to the hilt; no chance of her escaping his clutches now, he thought and suppressed a grin.

“Really”? She asked him with a thoughtful frown. note to self- no going on top.

“Yeah- really. Now lift up a bit” he demanded with a hard kiss on her sulky lips.

“Why” she asked suspiciously and pressed down in an unconscious defense of her vulnerable body.

“Cos if you don’t I’ll flip you on your back and pound you in to the mattress” he warned, only half joking.

With eyes spitting fire she bolted upright- all the better to give him hell. Then stiffened in utter amazement as her body jolted with sizzling pleasure; eyes wide now she looked at him and caught him eyeing her with amusement clear on his strained face.

Angel only just managed not do to what he’d threatened then when her body’s joyful clamping on his shaft jacked his own arousal back to red hot urgency. Make that Defcon 1 he thought when she wriggled on him, curious to see what else she could feel. Why don’t I just show you he wanted to say but couldn’t get the words past his suddenly dry lips.

He lifted her up until the tip of his shaft was barely inside her, just enough that the lips of her sex were still spread wide, encircling the broad head. The hot cream of her arousal coated the hard smoothness, making him slick with her juice. He waited a beat until their gazes locked. “I love you” he told her solemnly and the warmth in his usually unfathomable eyes lightened them to velvet brown.

Everything inside Cordelia seemed to turn to mercury, flowing and melting into one ball of transcendent feeling, “I love you too” she whispered back- her hazel eyes melting with love and lust. As if it was what he’d been waiting for, Angel thrust up in a long lazy surge; making them both moan low and deep as pleasure wracked them simultaneously.

Lifting and supporting himself on one hand, Angel pulled up her opposite knee and draped it over his hip so they lay- still with her on top but almost facing one another. Their lips met in a kiss as lazily stroking as the rhythm he set. Damp tendrils of hair were stuck to her cheeks, neck and breasts; Angel reached up and gently stroked them away, then cupping her jaw deepened the kiss, inexorably forcing her mouth to open wider with a surging thrust of his tongue.

Cordelia met his with hers and they slid and retreated, massaged and stroked one another in whole new experience of feeling. Angel dropped his hand from her neck and worked his way down her chest to cup a breast, the soft flesh filling his palm and soon swelling from his tender ministrations and plucking fingers.

Their loins met and separated in a dance as old as time, unchanging and as relentlessly potent as the sea. The long slow strokes of his hard thick length rasped the delicate inner tissues, stretching the tight passage with each penetration while she gloved him with her damp heat. A deep fluttering started in her belly, quickly transforming into thick honeyed balls of heated pleasure; heralding the return of that deliciously awful tension.

Rather than break apart even for a second, Cordelia breathed into him and the warm wash of air teased the roof of his mouth and added to the sensory overload. His hand left her aching breast and trailing down her body crested the curve of her bottom to curve into the cleft of one cheek. Not breaking his rhythm he parted the globe of one cheek and teased the ultra sensitive skin hidden between with long clever fingers, making her buck against him at the intensity of it. It was too much.

Panicking, Cordelia pulled back. “Don’t” she told him with wide eyes, and uncertainty chased away the slumberous passion.

“Okay” he agreed and smiled softly in reassurance pulled her back into another kiss, not stopping until she’d relaxed into him again. There were so many things he wanted to show her- do to her but he knew some would have to wait until she grew more used to giving herself up to him, trusting him to look after her and always give her pleasure- never pain or shame.

Forgetting the momentary fear Cordelia explored his chest and arms, stroking the pads of her fingers over the downy skin that covered rock hard muscle and heavy bone. She brushed them over his nipples and was instantly fascinated when they immediately responded by tightening into hard little nubs. Following her instincts she pulled back from his lips then to duck down and fastened her lips to the dusky tip- so different from hers.

Angel froze and then groaned as she hit on another weakness. Shit- I’m never gonna last … not with that…gotta ahh.. no don’t do that!. She laved his nipple; then circled it with her tongue before finally delivering the coup de grace and snapping his control- bit him. A stunning explosion of white hot sparks streaked down from her lips to his shaft, making it pulse with an approaching climax.

The cords on his neck and temple stood out in relief from his skin as his arousal reached towering heights, civilized restraint bolted as sharp piercing need fragmented his mind. Wrapping his arms around her he fell back and then rolled her underneath him with a low growl vibrating deep in his wide chest.

His eyes flashed topaz again and his engorged sex swelled further inside her tight passage making her respond with squeezing ecstasy; milking him as the quivering contractions clamped down. Cordelia wrapped her legs around his waist and arms around his chest, holding on like a limpet, with her lips still fastened to his nipple. Excitement shot sparks of furious heat from her loins all around her body just from knowing she was driving him wild.

Gone were the lazy thrusts, replaced by a pounding tempo that would have driven her up the bed if she hadn’t been holding onto him so tightly. Angel braced his arms and raised his upper body of hers, and it still wasn’t enough, release threatened to take him over the edge pushing at him to go harder and faster.

Snarling pants escaped his lips and desperate to make her come before him he sat up; pulled her arms off him and unwrapping her legs pushed her knees into her chest, exposing her fully to his pistoning hips and driving sex. Cordelia frantically gripped the sheet underneath their straining bodies, her chest heaving as passion escalated, and hanging onto her sanity with a single thread while he wrought a storm around her.

Angel started to come, his back stiffened as the final driving thrusts into her silky sheath took him over the edge. Cordelia’s back bowed as the unbearable coiled tension snapped at the sight of him coming apart, seized in the powerful grip of his orgasm. He pounded once and then twice more before hanging over her, shaking in the aftermath. Cordelia lunged up and speared her tongue into his mouth as her own release rolled over her in crashing waves, taking her down into the dark whirlpool of bliss he’d forced her into.

MORNING

They woke to find the sun shining through the curtains, leaving amber blocks of warmth patterning the bed, floor and walls. They were still wrapped around one another with Cordelia’s face tucked under his chin and one leg trapped between his heavy thighs. Thankfully the sheets and blankets were cocooned around them, covering everything but the two dark heads.

Wesley stared in shock at the entwined couple, and didn’t know which pair of dark blinking eyes he should address his outrage too. He decided neither and jerking his eyes upwards he stared at the wall and said with carefully cold clarity. “I want you both downstairs in ten minutes to explain what the … hell… happened. Is that clear”? He didn’t wait for an affirmative but made his escape.

Cordelia sighed gustily and wished she’d not unlocked the door last night in the search for something she couldn’t even remember now. Pulling back, she looked at Angel. “How come you’re smiling” she asked him curiously. Then shut her mouth as he slipped inside her all hard and smooth and impossibly exciting.

“Do we have time for this”? She managed to get out while he pumped with slow surety into her. “We’ll make time” was the rumbling, just woken up growl.

Oh yeah Wesley could wait.

FINIS

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Posted December 15, 2015 by califi in Complete

Possession Is Nine Tenths 8   1 comment

PART 8

He caught up with her a few steps from her car just as she’d been trying to dig the keys out from her pocket. When without even a sound to warn her, Cordelia felt a hard arm pass around her middle and crush her back against a muscular chest. Dropping the keys in fright she froze.

“Going somewhere”? Asked Angel in a hard, cold voice.

“Arghhh” she hated the girly scream that’d come flying out of her mouth the moment he’d nabbed her. But figured that with her heart beating like it was trying to escape her chest- he already knew how scared he had her. Now that just made her mad.

“Get off me you big bully” she yelled out and started to kick uselessly.

Within seconds he put her back on her feet and moved to stand in front of her; too close for her to consider making another run for it- duh like that always went well- not! Dazed Cordelia looked around them. Oh crap- they were in a different part of the complex, where the hell was her car now?

“Who the hell do you think you are, Genghis Khan or something”? She snapped straightening her clothes and making a show of rubbing her belly as if he’d hurt it, buying thinking time and wondering if she could brazen her way out.

She snuck a look at his face and breathed a little easier when she saw he was back to human again. Then winced when his expression registered, making her wish he’d vamp out again. At least then fierce was ‘par for the course’.

The darkness was broken by yellow security lights behind little cages, which reflected off the darkness of his angrily narrowed eyes. His face was a tapestry of shadow and light as anger made his cheekbones even more pronounced. Add to that full lips drawn into a slashing line and a jaw that looked locked tight enough to crack some teeth; not exactly encouraging.

Yeah and when did you start backing down from a fight- you do that and he’s gonna go right back to either ignore mode or just settle for walking all over you like he used to before. She stiffened her spine and settled her hazel eyes squarely on his.

“Now what Angel-huh? So you have me caught. Big whoopee doo. Whatcha gonna do”? Cordelia asked flippantly, with her arms crossed defensively over her chest. If he thought he had her cowed by his big bad vamp tactics he had another think coming.

Angel just stared back at her marveling at her recklessness and speechless with anger. He wasn’t used to being angry with her. Worried, upset, aggravated, affectionate, lustful, and back to aggravated. All of the above and many more- but never this angry and he was struggling to even think past wanting to get his hands on her. His palms itched to simply grab and then … well that was the part he couldn’t get his head around.

There was no way she was getting away with what she’d done tonight. He could still feel the echo of that sick terror and he was going to make certain she never did anything like that to him ever again.

“Er, Hello. Earth to Angel- conversation is normally a two way thing” Cordelia prodded him totally unaware of the thoughts racing through his head. All she knew was that if she wanted this confrontation out of the way so she could go home then the best thing to do was speed it along- Cordy style.

Fresh anger surged and lunging forward Angel wrapped his fingers around one of her wrists. When she felt those long fingers latch onto her Cordelia yelped like he’d bitten her and hauled back on her hand. “Hey! Hands off… Angel Let.go.of.me”.

He looked around for somewhere suitable and ignoring her struggles took her with him. “Where are we going now“? She growled exasperated.

If it had been anyone else she’d have slugged him and taken off, but something told her she’d already taken that tactic as far as she dared with Angel. Maybe it’s the whole ‘vampire on the edge’ vibe coming off him that’s giving me the heebie jeebies.

Powerless to stop herself being dragged in his wake she tried but couldn’t read anything on his face now that he’d gone all quiet and unemotional guy on her. Another habit of his she didn’t like one little bit.Okay, maybe its time for the big conciliatory ‘Cordy bad’ act to be whipped out and dusted off- she could do that for one teensy half a minute couldn’t she?

He seemed to find whatever he was looking for and dragged her over to a low wall, skirting yet another rank old building on the dark and deserted site. Oh great- a serious sitting down talking session– just what she needed- NOT.

He sat down and – the next bit she just didn’t believe was happening- yanked her over his lap. “WHAT? ” she managed to yelp out before her sternum hit his hard thighs. Oh no this was so not right- in fact this was so far beyond wrong, it was a whole other level of badness.

Instinctively she tried to brace her arm to lever herself up and off him but he flattened her back down with an arm over the middle of her back. He had better be joking about this- I swear to GOD. She was 20 years old not 12. Cordelia opened her mouth to say something to that effect only with a great deal more cuss words when the first smack landed and instead she screamed in a mixture of outrage and pain.

Oh My God that hurts. Tears pricked her eyes and it was then that she figured out he wasn’t kidding, causing a red mist to swim before her eyes. The total humiliation of it rode her harder than any smack and hurt a great deal more. She was pinned for now but boy when she got free he was DUST!

Cordelia only felt the first half dozen, after that it was just a continuous fiery pain that fed the fire in her head more than the one on her ass. When he was finally finished he pushed her off and she ended up bent over, struggling to get her breath back after doing more yelling than even she’d realized. Her legs felt like limp noodles and as for her butt- well the only thing to be thankful for was she couldn’t feel that part of her body at all.

She didn’t say anything- couldn’t over the choked feeling in her throat. After a few minutes of panting and swallowing hard in an effort to relieve the dry scratchiness she felt a dizzy whirl of rage rise up and before she knew it she was flying up with a clenched fist swinging around in a roundhouse punch aimed straight at his face.

Cordelia nearly yelled with a mixture of pain and intense satisfaction when it clipped him hard on the jaw. Her hand hurt like hell but nothing else could have soothed her wounded pride more than that. Almost in slow motion she watched as his head had snapped back on his shoulders and he staggered back.

It wasn’t enough – in fact beating him to bloody pulp wouldn’t be enough, but it would be a damned good place to start. She advanced on him with fury in every taut line of her body and murder in her heart.

Angel caught her lashing foot less than inch from his groin. Growling in frustration she punched him again. Growling right back at her and still holding her foot he yanked it so that she overbalanced and ended up on her back. Then he simply dropped on her, crushing her into the hard pitted ground.

“Stop it” he bit out between clenched teeth while trying to ignore his aching jaw. For Chrissake! Talk about needle knuckles. He could still feel the imprint of each one on his chin and cheek. Lucky she hadn’t gone for the nose or she’d have likely broken it.

“Me stop it- are you serious”? She glared up at him and then bucked hard, heaving her butt and back upward in a desperate attempt to push him off of her. Could he get any heavier- Asshole? She gave up and went back to glaring. “Get the hell away me from NOW”. Her whole face was a snarl of unadulterated outrage and seeing it set off a different fire in his belly.

They stared at one another for a tense few seconds. Far too aware of the body underneath or on top to even wonder how the hell they we’re going to resolve this. Cordelia’s eyes flickered away from the dark penetration of his and tried to ignore the rapidly thickening bulge pressing intimately into the apex of her thighs.

“Sicko, I can’t believe you’re aroused” she hissed and wriggled under him.

“Stop wriggling then” he snapped back and went to lift himself off her, going against every instinct that screamed for him to grind himself into her instead.

“Haven’t you two finished bickering yet” asked a bored voice from behind them.

They both froze and with a last glance at Cordelia; Angel rolled to the side to lie beside her and then sitting up looked with resignation at the three demons grouped menacingly around them.

“I knew it was too good to be true, you guys just taking off like that,” he offered from his position on the floor. He resisted the urge to toss Cordelia a look that screamed ‘I told you so’.

He didn’t have to bother, Cordelia was already groaning loud and long in her head and wishing the ground would just open up and swallow her. Why does this keep happening to me- am I cursed or something. She sat up too and refused to look at Angel.

“Look- I paid you guys already so what’s the problem”? Cordelia knew her tone was exactly soothing but- Geeze enough already. She was fed up, her ass was sore and all she wanted to do was go home and NOT think about having an aroused vampire on top of her. Urgh- yeah like that wasn’t gonna happen.

“We know that, we just figured we’d take a little extra” the leader was the one in the middle- weren’t they always? But otherwise they all looked the same to her.

She was going to murder Merle for putting her onto a bunch of double-dealing murderers. So what did you expect. She just knew that’s what Angel would say and rolled her eyes at the thought of the weeks of comments she was going to have to suffer through after this.

“What extra’s did you have in mind”? Asked Angel in a conversational tone, still sitting on the ground like a big lazy cat, looking totally unconcerned and only mildly interested.

“Same as you by the looks of it- thanks for erm ‘tenderising’ her for us” smirked the demon. Eww gross what the hell did that mean- she just knew it was dirty.

Angel couldn’t resist a sideways look at Cordelia and saw the creeped out look on her face. A smile teased at the corners of his full lips, good- maybe she’d think twice in future. He shifted slightly and looked back the demons, now edging closer.

“Don’t mention it- I mean really; don’t” Angel replied and sprang to his feet. That jolted them and they backed off again, only to huddle together while keeping a close eye on both the woman and vampire.

“You can leave vampire. We have no interest in you” offered the leader in all seriousness. Obviously thinking that was all Angel was waiting for. The other two nodded in agreement.

“Thanks for the offer but I can’t do that” Angel answered equally serious and edged closer to Cordelia until he was standing between her and them; with his legs braced apart and arms loose at his sides. Cordelia peeked around his wide frame to see how they took that rather abrupt rejection of their generous offer.

The demons were clearly not happy with the turn of events. A simple case of rape and pillage had turned much more complicated than they’d thought. Now wishing they’d stuck to the original plan of simply waiting for the vampire to leave before reappearing; the leader looked at his friends and scowled at what their bored impatience had wrought.

“Why not- what hold does a human have on a demon”? Confusion brought heavy wrinkles to its gray skinned and broad horned forehead. Grey overalls finished the picture of dumb blandness- but looking dumb didn’t mean being that way.

“She’s a pain in the ass- but I love her” was the droll reply from the vampire. Cordelia thumped him with a clenched fist in the small of his back until the last part registered on her brain. Then her eyes widened and locked on the back of his dark head.

Did he just announce to a bunch of demons that he loved her? Huh what happened to the telling her first part- or telling her period. Unless he didn’t mean romantically but then why make love to her? Oh Lord- he loves me!

Momentarily forgetting the demons, Cordelia rolled the words around her head trying to analyze how he’d said it; ruefully- yes, passionately- no. Dammit what the hell did he mean- cryptic much!. Glaring at his indifferent back, Cordelia side stepped him to bestow a fierce glower at her ex-employees; wishing the demons back to whatever hell they’d come from so she could do some interrogating.

“Look- guys I’m not leaving and you’re not getting her. So why not take your own advice and just take off” said Angel easily; half hopeful that they might listen to reason. He guessed they’d seen Cordelia as an easy target for money and some fun, maybe now they’d change their minds.

They huddled together again and that was it as far as Cordelia was concerned. “Oh for heavens sake- just give it up already” she stormed forward with every intention of giving them a piece of her mind. Only to find her way blocked by Angel’s arm across her chest.

Too late- it was more than enough to set off a situation that might not have looked volatile but was. It was that tricky ‘appearances’ thing again. Angel thrust Cordelia backwards, out of harms way and then stepped up to meet the first demon with a hard palm driving straight up for its nose.

The demons nose, while not as defined as a humans was still made up of bone and cartilage and the force of the blow sent all of that directly into its brain- killing it instantly; soundlessly it fell back to the floor.

Cordelia looked around them, searching the ground for some kind of weapon and cursing herself for dropping the mace; which would have come in handy right now. But it was too dark to really pick anything out and so she turned her attention back to the fight in front of her.

Only to see Angel ducking under the swinging claws of one lunging demon while twisting away from the other; trying to stop from getting sliced and diced and looking none to pleased at the attention. Angel knew that if he let himself get injured bad enough they would consider him done and go for Cordy; her only chance lay in getting as far away as possible.

“Cordelia, Run” he yelled at her while dodging yet another razor sharp set of hooked claws, literally by the skin of his teeth. It whistled past his lips with only millimeters to spare.

Cordelia gaped then snapping her mouth shut in a tight furious line marched closer. “Hey- you touch that face or any part of his body and I’ll be using that hand as a backscratcher. Do you hear me you… great big ugly…shit for brains…” She landed on its back, locked her arms around its throat and fisting one hand into another dug in as hard as she could into its Adam’s apple- blocking of its air.

It twisted and turned trying to heave her off its back with rough shakes but she hung on like a burr to a saddle, wrapping her legs around its torso and yelling in its ear at the tops of her lungs. It reached up to pull her arms away but clawed its own chin instead, unable to reach her arms without injuring itself further it eventually fell to the floor and passed out.

Meanwhile Angel, left to concentrate on only the one was making some headway, and as Cordelia kicking herself away from her own fallen opponent; she watched the vampire jump up high to land a kick with stunning force on its chin. Nice shot, she thought and then rolled her eyes at the shame of it. Get a grip, Chase. As if you haven’t seen enough of the rough stuff before now to be bored, c’mon.

Before the demon could recover its wits, Angel grabbed one of its forearms and forcefully bending and twisting the limb, stabbed the claws straight into the demons own chest. The demon grunted and squealed as it found itself impaled and tried to pull away. Angel kept hold of the now bloodied wrist with one powerful hand and grabbing the demons shoulder pulled it closer- driving the razor sharp claws deeper into the struggling body.

Leaving it to twitch in death spasms, Angel strode over to Cordelia; who’d been so busy watching Angel she’d failed to notice her own demon was rousing. Not waiting for it to wake up Angel bent down and placing both hands around its head, wrenched sideways and snapped its neck.

Cordelia let him haul her up and dusted off her sore ass, giving him a dark pointed look while she did it. “So, if you’ve quite finished beating on me. I’d like to go home now”. She added sharply when his darkly handsome face failed to show any feeling of remorse or embarrassment.

“Why didn’t you leave when I told you- you could have got hurt” he growled low as his temper flared hot again. He stood facing her with his hands on his hips; feet braced and brows snapped down in yet another snit, she thought in disbelief.

“Boy, you just don’t give up do you”? There’s only way to end this so just get it done. She took a deep breath and keeping her eyes locked on his; reached up, and cupping the back of his head- pulled him down into a scorching kiss.

After her attack earlier he’d been preparing to knock her hand away. It was the look in her eyes that halted the defensive movement – a purely female look of heated sensuality that dared him to stop her. Transfixed, he let her reel him in and locked his eyes on her full supple lips that parted slightly to meet his.

When their lips touched, Cordelia felt a jolt of electric heat go all the way down to her toes, and helplessly she arched up to brush her aching breasts against his hard chest. Needing more, Cordelia increased the pressure of the kiss, and slid her tongue over the crease of his lips, tracing the line and tasting him with delicate fervor.

Cordelia felt a purring vibration and dazedly wondered if it was coming from her or from him. Who cares, she decided abruptly as she felt the touch of a cool tongue against hers, rubbing in a sliding caress that really did curl her toes this time.

Angel felt dizzy and disoriented at the total unexpectedness of her kissing him; but wild horses couldn’t drag him away. Her warm breath washed into his mouth in the wake of her hot lips and clever darting tongue. Trembling a little at the force of the arousal that punched through him and feeling big and clumsy next to her smaller frame he reached up to cup her shoulders and pull her into a closer embrace.

Cordelia hadn’t meant to become so lost in a simple kiss, but lost she was and with absolutely no intention of trying to find her way back. She felt his large hands pull her closer and spared a thought to wonder at how gentle he could be when he wanted. A pressure built in her chest that she couldn’t explain or remember ever feeling before; pleasurable and yet weepy at the same time.

Cordelia brushed her lips over his, massaging them and instinctively exploring; learning the feel of him- knowing it was him which somehow made each touch even more wonderful. She tentatively slid her tongue inside the welcoming cavern of his mouth to joyfully tangle with his.

She thrust and retreated loving him even more when he didn’t try and take the lead off her; just let her set the pace and navigate her way through the rocky shoals of suddenly finding herself impossibly aroused and in love. Her eyes widened in shock as that thought splintered through the warm haze fogging her passion-drugged mind.

The horribly intrusive sound of a horn blaring from a speeding truck on the main road shocked them both into jumping apart. Dazedly Cordelia’s fingers came up to touch her lips, half in wonder half in horror. She stared at him as he stared at her.

Angel searched her face for sign of disgust but found only confusion and a trace of fear. But those two emotions written so clearly on her face were more than enough to pull him out of his own dumbstruck arousal. Ignoring the sinking feeling in his belly and resisting the urge to pull her back to him he shook his head as if to clear it.

“Cordelia…” he started to say hesitantly and with a look of brooding apology on his handsome face. Twin lines appeared between his slashing brows and his dark eyes couldn’t seem to meet hers.

“No don’t say anything- just don’t okay”. God if he apologized or something she’d fall apart- she just knew it.

CORDY’S APARTMENT

Cordelia shut the door with deliberate, concentrated quiet behind her back. The apartment of was cold, dark and utterly still but she hardly even noticed as she laid her head back against the wooden door. Taking in a deep breath she held it for about 10 seconds, nope that didn’t work she thought, and gave vent to a loud long screech.

“Yeah that’s better- nothing like a good scream to scare the neighbors” she muttered and stormed into the kitchen, slapping on the light when she passed it.

Wrenching the kettle off the counter, she accidentally sprayed herself with cold water putting the tap on too fast. “Aarrghh”! Aggravated beyond belief she dropped the kettle into the sink and kicked the cupboard underneath; then hopped around the kitchen swearing a blue streak and trying to ignore watering eyes and the throbbing pain in her toe.

“Dammit, could this week suck anymore than it already does? – Dumb question; of course it could”.

The water ran again and she stopped hopping to flash the now hovering kettle a dirty look. “Oh, its you” she said in a hard voice. Dennis carried on carefully filling the kettle and then switched it on.

“Don’t think I’m even close to ready to forgive you for what you did”.

They both knew what she was talking about. After she’d woken up and realized it hadn’t been Dan who’d made love to her; she’d asked Dennis if it was Angel and he’d refused to answer her. Giving her the ghost version of the silent treatment.

“Whose side on you on anyway”? She stormed opening and then slamming a drawer once she’d gotten a spoon out to roughly dig around the jar of hot chocolate powder.

The kettle began to boil but before she could reach over and pick it up, it rose in the air and meandered its way over to the window over the sink. “Dennis, what the are you doing- hey, I need that”.

The hot steam touched the cold glass causing it to immediately become steamed up. Cordelia sighed and crossed her arms. “So what’s this- a new way to clean windows? Get a grip, Dennis and give me the damn kettle”.

“Thank you” she said sarcastically when it landed back by her tapping fingers. Before she could snatch it up there was a rubbing sound on the glass and looking up Cordelia frowned as letters started to form on the steamed up pane.

“Luvs U” it said, wonky but legible. She didn’t pretend to misunderstand.

“Yeah, well I want more than just a friends love and he can’t give me that”. He was already burnt out on romantic love and as for her- well she wasn’t willing to settle for anything else.

A cross appeared on the pane. “What do you mean wrong”?

No answer. “Are you seriously trying to tell me– that Angel loves me like that and I wouldn’t know it”? No one knew him as well as she did and anyone who said different could kiss her ass.

A tick appeared next to the ‘luvs u’.

She stilled as a feeling uncomfortably close to hope bloomed deep inside and despite her fear of it, she didn’t try and squash it or dismiss it- like she always had in the past. “So why- if he feels that way, did he send me away tonight”? What was it he’d said?

“Go home Cordelia and think about what you want. I’ve had it with being part of a tragic farce and remember one thing. I’ll never walk away a second time” .

She’d thought at the time he’d been talking about Buffy, wanting to be with her and regretting leaving her- yada yada yada (yawn). Which now she was calmer she could admit had hurt like a knife twisting in her heart – but what if she was wrong? Had he just been his usual dumbass self, talking in riddles and thinking he was making sense when he just wasn’t?

What if he’d been talking about moving on from Buffy to HER!? “Whoah, Chase- that’s a pretty big leap and maybe cows can jump over the moon too”.

Dennis decided it was time to stick his oar in again and drew a heart around the words and the tick. “Ack- could you get any more sappy? Someone gimme a bucket”. But she was smiling with helpless affection for her ‘ghost with the most’.

“Okay enough with the cupid routine- geeze, stubborn much? I’ll go find out for sure which since it would’ve driven me crazy anyway- is no biggie”. She tapped two fingers against her lips, deep in thought until with hazel eyes sparkling like gems she leaped out of the room and towards her bedroom; excitement making her almost bump into the only half open door.

“Dennis, turn up the heat will you, I’m freezing my butt off here” she yelled out.

THE HYPERION HOTEL

Angel lay in bed with his hands behind his head, staring sightlessly at the ceiling above. His face was hard with the effort to keep it free of expression and hopefully help keep the emotions that crowded his mind from breaking the bonds he’d forcefully applied to them.

After following Cordelia back to her apartment he’d driven back to the hotel; fighting a battle to push the frustration and pain back into tiny mental pockets that he could either ignore or deal with later- whichever was easier.

Ignoring Wesley and Gunn he’d climbed the stairs, had a shower and gone to bed- to stare up at the ceiling as far from sleep as possible without actually climbing said ceiling.

That was two hours ago and his eyes burned with from the refusal to close them and see the last few nights unfold again on the back of his eyelids. Something he would do if he let them drift shut. So he kept them open and fixed on anything, nothing ..whatever.

I can’t believe I spanked her. As a deathblow to any type of relationship with a modern thinking, independent woman with a fiery temper- it was unbeatable.

“What the hell was I thinking of”? He asked the room, frustration and bafflement filing his voice in equal parts. He hadn’t been thinking he realized, and that was the problem or if he had been, it wasn’t with the rational part of his brain.

“What brain, you idiot” he snarled and abruptly turning over onto his front, punched the pillow and laid his head on his forearms. Dark brown, almost black eyes burned a hole in the side table now- but at least the view had changed.

He was so sunk in gloom that it was a few seconds before the approaching footsteps registered. Wesley and Gunn had gone home already, he knew that because he’d heard them leave, plus these footsteps were too quick and light for either man. Frowning he lifted his head and trained his gaze on the door.

His nostrils flared catching the spicy scent of perfume and woman and he stiffened in horror. Oh God it was Cordelia, the footsteps got nearer and then paused on the other side of the door. Shit- she was here to chew him out now she’d had time to prep her verbal arsenal. He briefly considered hiding, maybe he could just jump off the balcony and get away before..

Too late, the handle on the door turned and was pushed wide open. Cordelia stood poised to step over the threshold and walked inside with a calm assurance that belied the rapid beating of her heart she closed the door behind her and then locked it.

Cordelia didn’t even try to find him as the suite was in utter darkness. Thankfully the larger shadows showed her where the furniture was so she didn’t bump into it as she made her way to his bed. Angel watched her walk closer with his chin still tucked into the crook of his elbow. Her scent grew stronger and teased him into taking deep breaths that sent his body into an immediate aching hardness.

Reaching out to snap on the bedside lamp, Cordelia looked down at the confused masculine face below her on the bed. The brown eyes dilated immediately without wincing at the sudden change of light, and gazed back at her with a look of wariness, question and … heat.

The warm light from the amber glass lamp spread over his naked shoulders and the sweeping curve of his back in a loving caress; dipping into the valleys and shadows made by the impressive display of muscular power, evident even in repose. Half of his face was hidden by his hair roughened arm, with those sinful eyes a dark oasis under slashing brows; focused on hers intently.

“Hey” she whispered with a smile twitching the corners of her full rosy lips.

He lifted his face to free his lips and if possible looked even more confused as if he’d been expecting something else. “Hey” he returned a little hoarsely, and went back to looking wary as if thinking she was just trying to lull him into a false sense of security- which was exactly what he was thinking.

Cordelia sat herself down next to him with her hip fitting into the curve of his body. Unnerved, Angel turned over on his back, revealing his heavily muscled torso and dark dusky nipples. Embarrassed, he plucked at the dark blue sheet caught underneath her bottom requesting her to lift up so he could tug it up. She ignored the silent demand. She was enjoying the view and besides it gave her an advantage- all’s fair in love and war!

“I need to ask you something” she told him solemnly, carefully spacing each word and never taking her eyes of his. Damn, her belly was doing somersaults with a thousand butterflies along for the ride, and she hadn’t even gotten to the question yet- She took a deep breath and held it in.

His lips formed the word but nothing came out, with brows curved up and tiny lines appearing between them in trepidation, he cleared his throat and tried again, “What”?

“Do you love me”? Forget butterflies and insert elephants with big sharp tusks all digging into her. She dug her nails into her sweaty palms to try and distract herself. “I mean really love me not just as a …friend”.

Not that they’d been exactly ‘friendly’ recently but still even if he turned her away a part of her would love him as long as she lived- it was a curse feeling things so deeply and one she’d got past in high school by pretending to have none. She waited strung out with tension for his answer.

He stared at her aghast but not surprised. He started to sit up, then realizing it exposed him even more flopped back down and wished he could bury himself under the covers.

“You’re asking me if I’m in love with you”? His asked her, trying and failing to keep the alarm out of his voice.

“Yes and don’t even try and avoid the question okay- yes or no”

“I don’t get it- why are you asking me this. You know I love you- we’ve known each a long time” he stuttered out and winced when her eyes seemed to pin him with twin cold flames, he swallowed and dug the hole a little deeper “…and been through a lot together”. Jesus, that’s lame. Do you seriously expect Cordelia- the queen of blunt to buy that- c’mon“.

Hey its not like I got a heck of a lot of advance warning here. He defended himself against that inner voice. Knowing it was lame but feeling the need to deny it anyway.

“Angel, it’s a simple question. Think you can manage a simple one word answer- like yes or no?” The chill in her voice hid the pain sweeping through her body. She so didn’t need this, and she was gonna exorcise Dennis for talking her into it.

When he didn’t answer straight away just lay there like a frozen lump- which he is, and flipped through a mental catalogue of ‘how to let her down gently’ answers she decided she’d had enough. Urgh- I don’t wanna even hear it. If I wanted lame excuses I’d have listened to Xander’s.

“Forget it Okay- I wasn’t here and you never saw me- agreed”?

Angel’s hand snapped out to latch onto hers before she could do more than gather herself to stand. Her eyes, over bright with tears refused to meet his, even when his thumb brushed over the pulse point in her wrist instinctively registering the rapid beat.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, hoping she would at least look at him again, but she refused. As far as Cordelia was concerned she’d done all she was prepared to do. He’d stopped her leaving and if it was just so he could clear his conscience then he was going to have a hysterical female on his hands and then some, she thought resentfully.

He was out of time and he knew it. “Yes I love you” he frowned- hadn’t he already said that? “I mean I’m in love with you” he clarified and then tensed, not knowing what to expect from her. Whenever he’d fantasized about plucking up the courage to tell her- visions of her falling around laughing had been the best scenario that’d come to mind.

“Really”? She asked him doubtfully while her eyes searched his face for signs that he was just saying what he thought she wanted to hear.

“Yeah- really” he replied and raised a brow when her face split into a big grin. He gave her a sideways look, not sure he liked that response. Now it was out- done and in the open he felt better but abruptly decided that if she laughed – she was gonna find herself spanked again.

“Oh wow- that’s just- you really love me” the grin was still in place. “Not that I’m not loveable or anything…but ya know what with you and the whole slayer issue I did think…”

Cordelia didn’t get to finish before she found herself picked up, dragged over and rolled underneath one very aggravated vampire. Staring up into stormy dark eyes her grin turned sheepish.

“What”? She asked innocently and more than a little tongue in cheek, riding high on a buzz now- a dizzying difference from just two minutes ago.

“I tell you I love you, and you start yammering on about Buffy and you ask me what” he growled at her. Angel loomed over her with his hands still clasping her ribcage in a firm grip, and after he’d finished speaking those fingers flexed against her flesh warningly.

“Oh, were you expecting me to tell you I love you back?” she widened her eyes and bit her lip. Not realizing the playful sparkle in her glowing hazel eyes gave her away.

Still…”Cor-de-lia” he spelled out impatiently; needing to hear it.

Laughing she gave in, “Okaayy geeze trust you to threaten it out of me. I love you back you big dumbass, why else would I even be here. It’s like the dead of night, not exactly…”.

Angel shut off the flow of words the best way he could. He kissed her senseless. When he let her breath again she pressed the fingers of one hand to his now flushed lips. “I can tell I’m gonna have to talk too much more often”. Her whispering words brought an answering sparkle to already heated brown eyes.

“Somehow I can’t see that being a problem for you” he shot back without missing a beat and smirked at her sharp intake of breath. “Hey you’re not the only one who can tell it like it is” he defended himself and dodged the hand that came up to smack him upside on the head. Cordelia smirked back and dug a sharp finger into his side, making him arch up and twist away.

Taking advantage she threw a leg over his hip and pushed him over so that she sat astride him; then sat back to enjoy her new superior position, not to mention an even better view. “Hmm this is much better; I think I’m gonna like being on top” she informed him with a thoughtful look on her beautiful face.

“Ya think” he finally managed to get out, recovering from having her pert little ass press down on his erection. “Don’t get too used to it. I have a thing about making sure a woman stays where she’s supposed to when I make love to her”. He meant every word and his already deep timbered voice was sensually roughened. Slumberous dark eyes watched her face as the carnal warning registered.

Cordelia stilled, blushed and opened her mouth to speak before shutting it again, speechless with a sudden attack of lust. Oh yeah I can live with that- most of the time. She grinned again, relaxing at the thought of tying him down- hmm chains sounds sooo good. She’d have to ask him where she could buy some.

“Too bad broody boy- you owe me” she insisted and arched a single brow to emphasize her point. They both remembered the dark passion filled night when he’d made love to her incognito and made sure she couldn’t guess it was him until it was too late.

“What did you have in mind”?

Epilogue

Posted December 15, 2015 by califi in Complete

Possession Is Nine Tenths 7   1 comment

Part 7

CARITAS

“Lorne, I need to sing and you need to read me”.

The words were out of her mouth before he’d even finished blinking at her sudden appearance in front of him. Caritas was heaving with customers and he’d been taking a well-earned break, nursing his Seabreeze and relaxing at the last remaining free table.

He opened his mouth to speak, took another long look at her, gulped part of his drink and then waved her into the seat opposite his.

“Cordelia, Sugar- been picking up bad habits have we”? He said referring to the not so distant past and Angel’s habit of dropping in to demand answers to his questions, usually without any of the pleasantries too. “Hello to you, too”.

“Hi” she said shortly, “so will you”?

“First tell me why, and you can you please drop the volume before you implode this gorgeous green head you’re so anxious to have help you”.

“I’m not shouting,” she told him oddly, looking around to see if anyone else thought she’d been too loud; she looked back at him, confused. No one was looking at her strangely, so obviously not.

“Not verbally no” he told her dryly.

“Oh, right” she grimaced and took the seat he’d indicated and cupping her chin in her hands leveled her hazel gaze on his face. “There’s something I need to know – I mean I think I already know what I need to know. But I need to know for sure”.

“Does that make sense”? She asked him finally, when he continued to look at her with a perplexed look on his expressive green face.

Lorne was busy thinking about whether he really wanted to know what was going on in Cordelia’s life right now and vibes or not, he just knew he was headed for hot water. His sense of smell might not be as sensitive as a vampire’s, but he sure as hell recognized the scent that was coming off her. Angelcakes, what have you been up to?.

“It makes perfect sense honey. But I’m just not so sure I can help you”.

Cordelia gaped at him, not believing he’d say that to her; they were friends weren’t they?

“Cordelia, you know I love you – who wouldn’t? And that’s the point; maybe I’m not the only demon that does” he said cryptically.

“So you’re saying I’m right”? Her belly fluttered while she waited for him to answer her. Silently pleading with him not to give her a load of crap that would take weeks to decipher and still leave her confused.

“I’m saying that you shouldn’t be asking me” he said firmly and signaled the end of the conversation by gracefully getting to his feet.

“But…” Dammit, she just knew this was going to be a waste of time! She looked up at him and he relented a little at the utter confusion on her face.

“Honey, I’m not a daisy to be plucked. Take my advice and go ask him”.

Lorne walked away, hailing old friends and welcoming new ones as he meandered his way around his club and patrons; a bright and cheery looking demon in a bright blue lounge suit that should have clashed horribly with his green skin and red eyes – but didn’t, strangely enough.

Cordelia stayed in her seat, fingers drumming on the table while she tried to take in just what Lorne had said and NOT said. Lips pursed and eyes narrowed while she reviewed her rapidly narrowing options. She was now more certain than ever that it had been Angel that had made love to her earlier and she was damn well going to force him to admit it.

“If he thinks for one damn minute that he can get away with just sneaking off like nothing happened”. Other patrons, mostly demons started to give her table a wide berth once they got a good look at her angry and determined face. “Well he can think again”.

Not that it was going to be easy. She couldn’t just haul his ass in and interrogate him considering he was bigger, stronger and every bit as stubborn as she was. No she needed to be subtler than that. She didn’t want to hear his denials; even knowing she would be able to see through them, she wanted to hear him admit it.

Not necessarily willingly though, or she’d have to wait until she was ninety. No, she had to push him to it and she knew just the way to do it too. She smiled, wickedly.

HYPERION

Angel cautiously walked down the stairs to the lobby from the upper levels of the hotel. His shoulders hunched defensively as if expecting an attack and he only relaxed when he realized she wasn’t there. Then he tensed again and quickened his steps. Why wasn’t she there?

The lobby and office areas were empty, no Wesley Gunn or a darkly furious brunette in sight or within smelling distance he realized after a few seconds of trying to locate his team. He stood with his hands on his hips in the middle of the tiled lobby and glanced around, searching for some clues as to why the hotel was empty during their peak business hours.

A thorough survey of desks and counter revealed nothing. No notes or messages of any kind to explain their absence. This isn’t right, something’s up. He had a sudden mental picture of a furiously tearful Cordelia, packing her bags in fury and leaving, never to return.

He literally pounced on the phone and rang her number. His hands were tightly clenched around the receiver, the knuckles white with tension while he waited for her to pick it “Pick up, pick up, dammit” he snarled and then when the answering machine came on; swore viciously and slammed it down again. He began to pace back and forth.

“This is crazy, she doesn’t know so why would she…?” He rubbed his face with one hand, thinking furiously. Logically they were all out doing some kind of fieldwork or something, and he was probably just being paranoid.

He tried to relax and then with a shake of his dark head gave up the effort as useless. He needed to know for sure.

He didn’t care about logic, if he was wrong, well that was fine. He wrenched his leather duster of the rack and headed for the basement and the sewers. He had no real idea what he was going to do when he found her, especially if she was intent on leaving. He’d think of something. All he did know was that she wasn’t going anywhere.

He was back within seconds; the basement door still slamming shut as he hunted for the hated cell phone she was always on at him to take with him. Thinking for once that it might come in handy.

Finding it on top of her desk in clear view he put it inside his pocket and then vaulted over the counter, the basement door slamming behind him again.

LAYING LOW

Cordelia sat back on her palms and relaxed in the sun. It was past lunchtime and the usual crowd of office workers from the nearby commercial center had finally disappeared back to their stuffy offices and overbearing bosses. “Suckers”.

She’d chosen a clear patch of grass well away from any shade just in case and now surrounded by lots of normal people, all enjoying the park just like so her she allowed herself to relax.

Parents and with rowdy kids, teenagers in groups laughing manically, or young couples with nothing else on their hormone drenched minds but groping and kissing all frolicked around her. If there was a spot less likely to have a vampire lurking about, then she couldn’t think of it. Except maybe for a church, but she wasn’t that desperate.

She cocked her head to one side, watching a toddler fall on its diapered ass but her mind was other things. One of those things being an-about to be very angry vampire.

“And that’s a problem because…?” she muttered angrily to herself, annoyed at the convulsive shiver that worked its way down her spine, roughing her skin with goose-bumps even under the blazing heat of the sun.

“He deserves to be angry. No actually he doesn’t. I’m the one with the right to be angry here, not him”. The goose bumps ignored her rationalizing and stayed put, she rubbed her arms anyway.

“What, so I’m supposed to just forget that he made love to me, the most mind-blowing sex I’ve ever had by the way; and then disappeared without even a ‘thanks or just plain kiss my ass’? I don’t think so”.

She smiled with satisfaction just thinking about what his reaction would be on finding out that once again she’d ‘ditched’ work without any notice. Plus – and this was the bonus, he had absolutely no idea where she was; which was exactly the point and she just knew it must be driving him crazy.

Knowing him as she unfortunately did; he would have got up expecting to find her at her desk, chewing her nails and maybe tossing furtive looks his way. Either that or sitting there staring into space, distracted and confused with no idea who’d been her mystery lover of the night before.

“Hah, he’s underestimated his girl if he thinks I don’t know exactly who it was”.

His girl? “Pfft you know what I mean, not his”

A new voice intruded, “Talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity did you know that”? Cordelia looked up to find the grinning face of a strange guy looking at her with keen interest and wearing an expression that he obviously mistook for flirtatious challenge. Okaayy, so not in the mood.

“And eavesdropping on a private conversation became a sign of sanity- when exactly”?

He didn’t last long after that and with a brief sullen apology left her alone again. She puffed out a breath and checked her watch, then sighed heavily again. Hours to go yet before stage two could take effect.

HYPERION

The basement door banged open, startling Wesley and Gunn into spinning around to defend themselves from whatever had burst in the hotel so violently. They gaped when they saw Angel shrug out of his coat and toss it violently towards the rack. He never treated that leather coat with less than almost reverent respect.

He stalked with stiff angry strides into the center of the lobby and then stopped abruptly to look up towards the decorated ceiling. Then he took in a deep calming breath and held it. Wesley and Gunn shared a look, in an ‘oh shit’ moment of understanding.

“Cordelia took the day off” Wesley offered in explanation and just managed to restrain himself from asking for the same privilege, anything to avoid having to witness the coming storm.

“That’s nice Wes, really and its good that I’m kept informed of these things” Angel said slowly and succinctly, the sharp crackling edge of anger making his feelings known, in case they missed the same taut emotion on his suddenly expressive face.

Both men relaxed when he stalked forward and slammed his office door shut, then tensed again when the door was almost taken off its hinges as he stormed out again. His face was if possible even more thunderous and now he jerked a stiff thumb at his own wide chest. “I’m the boss remember”. He was shouting and he didn’t give a rat’s ass about that.

“We know that dog, don’t be getting’ all riled up” tried Gunn in a placatory tone, he shared another look with Wesley and jerked his head towards the vampire with a clear question on his dark face. “What’s up with him” he mouthed. He could guess but urgghh, the vibes around here lately needing translating they were so thick and fast.

Wesley gave a tiny shrug and shot his own gaze at the empty desk where Cordelia should have been sitting. Gunn nodded, damn he hadn’t been wrong then. He shivered- things were getting too weird around here. Barbie and Angel having cat fights, next thing is they’d be… no, don’t go there, he told himself and thrust the thought out of his head with a rough shake.

Angel hauled back on the reins of his temper hard and forcibly smoothed out the rage from his face. Rage caused by worry about her. He’d not been able to get a lead on her anywhere and the apartment had been almost empty of her scent so she’d not been there for a while.

He’d even checked out her closet to see if there were any big empty spaces signaling that she had taken off. He was being paranoid was all he could think of at the time but so what, better to find out soon enough to go after her before she got very far.

But there had been no telltale signs and Dennis had been sure she wasn’t planning something like that. That more than anything had calmed him down and stopped him from wanting to tear the whole town apart looking for her.

“Where is she”? His face was calm but the voice was still another story, dark and brooding undertones still heralded thunder. Then another thought hit him and he narrowed his eyes to look at his friend with laser like thoroughness. “Did she sound- upset”? He waited tensely for the answer that might give him a clue if he needed to go chasing after her.

“No she sounded her normal sunny self” Wesley was happy to report and watched Angel’s shoulders relax with almost desperate relief. Then not being able to deny the need for truthfulness carried on. “But she was seriously upset about something last night”.

“She was” murmured Angel painfully as a sinking feeling invaded his belly. Then shaking himself free of a severe dose of guilt, he walked over to stand beside the counter and look at Wesley. He didn’t need to ask why she’d been upset and so wasn’t touching that one. “Did she mention where she was going today, why she needed to take the day off”?

Wesley was starting to lose patience with the whole confusing unsettling situation, “No she did not. She’s taken days off before, Angel. What is with the sudden concern”?

Angel looked away his gaze turned inwards as the memories from the night before clouded his vision and made the sudden ache to see her unbearably strong. He turned away without replying to Wesley’s question. What could he say? True Wes but not normally the morning after I chased off her date and then took his place in her bed- all without her knowing.

“Did something happen between you two last night that I should know about”? Persisted Wesley, his own eyes narrowed on the retreating black clothed back of the vampire he considered a friend– unpredictable and dangerous as hell, but still a friend.

“No” replied Angel without looking around, This is between me and her. If she’s upset I’ll deal with that, but I am not losing her – she’s mine.

There was nothing like the fear of losing something to make you realize just how important it was to you. Not that he’d needed another reminder he was already well aware just how precious she was; had known since he’d returned from the darkness Wolfram & Hart had thrown him into.

But he’d gradually come to realize something new and last night had crystallized that knowledge into pure fact. ‘Friends’ wasn’t good enough. He wanted it all, every part of her was his and it was too late for the nice stuff, like giving her an option. He was going to claim her for himself and she was just going to have to get used to that idea- fast.

Gunn interrupted his possessive thoughts by calling out in a humor-filled slightly sarcastic voice. “So boss, dontcha wanna know how the lead panned out on the dating agency”?

“Oh sure – is that where you were then”? He turned back and tried to look interested, knowing he was failing miserably when they both gave him identically sardonic and slightly offended looks.

“Yeah, Cordy’s lead gave us what we needed and were close to closing the case” said Wesley, waiting for some sign of genuine interest.

“Well that’s just great, good job guys I’ll leave it with you” so much for the interest then. Gunn snorted and giving up walked off to fetch his axe for the daily oiling he gave his ‘beauty’.

“Such trust is overwhelming” Wesley responded sarcastically, not willing to let it go like a dog with a bone.

“Have you guys got nothing to do”? He was trying for stern and a change of topic. It only aggravated him more knowing he was fooling no one. Whatever happened to the days when his silences were considered to be intimidating?

CORDELIA

Unlike Angel, Cordelia was well aware of where the guys were up to on the agency case. She waited until the sun had finally gone down and then rang the hotel. After five rings, Angel picked it up and smiling smugly in satisfaction, she disconnected without speaking.

Good just as she’d expected, Wes and Gunn where both out. Angel never answered the phone unless there was no one else to do it, which meant he was alone. She looked around the small diner she’d chosen to make the call from, it was pretty busy now unlike earlier, and a family had already taken her table with two sullen teenagers in tow.

She took a deep breath and reached for her cell phone; suddenly what felt like a herd of elephants started to trample through her middle and she dropped her hand with the phone in it.

“Sheesh enough with the nervous nelly routine. He deserves this and there’s no way he can get mad at me after the trick he pulled”.

She quickly realized she’d gathered an audience again and so sighing deeply she walked to the exit and outside into the evening air. Everything was in place. The plan was ready to go but those pesky doubts had come back with a vengeance.

Angel put down the phone with a distracted frown pulling down his brows. He was definitely not in the mood for crank calls. Half an hour later his cell started to ring from across the lobby and inside the pocket of his duster where he’d left it earlier.

Quickly snagging it from inside his coat before the thing could ring off he pressed answer and put it to his ear. All he could hear at first was a rushing wind and a few panting breaths. Then he managed to pick out a whimper and froze. He recognized that husky tone.

“Angel are you there” her voice yelled and he instinctively yanked the phone to a safer distance with a wince, then eyes widening he put it back to his ear. “Yeah, what’s going on- are you running”?

“Well yeah and so would you” the phone was taken away and the obvious sounds of pounding footsteps on something metallic became deafening.

“Who are you running from? Where the hell are you?” Angel was yelling now too and it was frustrating at hell, not to mention terrifying that he didn’t even know if she could hear him. He was already running for the door with his car keys in his hand, ready to dive out and come after her. Only problem was – dammit he needed to know where to go.

“Angelino Heights, by … stadium there’s an … bridge thingy… to the right. Hurry Ok… demon….” The signal already breaking up- finally faded out.

He dropped the phone from his ear and literally dived through the door, not even noticing the glass crack under pressure from his shoulder. He had a vague idea where she meant and wasn’t going to waste time consulting any damn map. Demons? What the hell was she doing to get caught up with demons? Explanations would have to wait- first he had to get there.

RACING TO THE RESCUE!

Angel drove like a madman, barely even slowing down for traffic before finding a side street or alley to bypass snarl-ups. People where forced to dive out of the way of the roaring black car to be left shaken and with raised fists after he’d gone past. He didn’t care he had places to be.

When he got to Angelino Heights he was forced to slow down and look for some kind of ‘Bridge Thingy’. Finally he spotted an old industrial area. The chain link gate was closed but he could see Cordelia’s jeep just beyond it- bingo! The tyres spun and spat grit as he turned the wheel sharply to climb the incline to the gate. He didn’t stop to open it- just ploughed through.

He heard the sounds of violent pursuit before he’d even gotten out of the car and sprinted with all of his considerable power towards them. Cordelia had been right it was a bridge like structure or more accurately a group of two story units with an interconnecting metallic bridge linking the three of them in a triangle.

He stood in the center and waited for a better indication of which direction to take. Suddenly to his left came a series of bangs and snuffles, grunts and yells that soon echoed around the ‘courtyard’. They hadn’t even had a chance to die away before he saw Cordelia burst out of the door from one of the unit, slam it behind her and sprint across the bridge.

She’d obviously been running in circles trying to keep ahead of her pursuers. He didn’t stop to wonder about that or why she’d been here anyway, just ran towards her yelling her name. She stopped her frantic running and skidded to a stop and grabbing the railing looked down at him.

Her beautiful face was flushed with exertion and temper but otherwise she looked fine- more than fine. Helplessly his eyes ran down the length of her that he could see. Tight jeans molded to her hips and thighs; her light fitted jacket was slate gray and underneath he could glimpse a tight black vest-top that curved lovingly around her lush breasts.

It was first time since he’d made love to her that he’d seen her and now despite the dangerousness of the situation he couldn’t help but remember what had been an unforgettable experience.

The awful hard knot of burning fear in his belly started to dissipate- God the whole way here he’d had visions of her being torn apart by various unknown evils before he could he get to her. Right then the release of tension was almost dizzying in power.

“About time too- I’m getting frickin’ dizzy here, Angel. Next time how about not stopping for a Frappercino” she complained in a high frazzled voice.

“I didn…” he started to defend himself and then stopped. Typical Cordelia always needing to complain about something as an excuse to unload some fear or stress. “Forget that- look just jump and let’s get you safe”.

Once she was out of harms way he’d deal with whatever it was that was chasing her and then they could go home- simple. They were both startled when the door she’d exited was crashed into from the inside. Someone or something was trying to get out and from the looks of the flimsy door it wouldn’t hold for long. Cordelia threw it an irritated glance and then looked back down at Angel still standing below her.

“C’mon, Cor jump – I’ll catch you”. He shouted up to her with an edge of desperation back in his voice. The previous tension returning now that her supposed safety was yet again back in jeopardy.

She seemed to hesitate and for just a second the thought flashed though his head that something about this didn’t add up- but then there was another crash, much louder than the first. The door started to splinter and the snarls coming from the other side got more and more excited as they caught the strong scent of their prey.

“Cordelia!” he growled at her, losing patience with her and not caring that it clearly showed.

She jumped and shrieked when a large arm poked through the door only half a dozen feet from her. She turned back to look down at Angel with her eyes wide and frightened. She held a hand to her fast beating heart and her breathing was rapid and shallow.

“Okay but first I want to know about the other night”.

“WHAT”? He couldn’t have heard that right, no way was she risking her safety over something so unimportant- was she? He could smell the demons now as the musk of their hungry excitement increased in strength. Shit- they did NOT have time for this.

“I mean it, Angel. No jumping until you tell me the truth”. She had that ‘born stubborn’ look on her face that always made him want to bury his head somewhere and wait for her to go away- not that that was an option this time.

“Are you outta your tiny mind- JUMP” every single word splintered with frustrated disbelief.

This just wasn’t happening. He jerked his head around checking out the bridge and took a few steps back to see if there was a good landing spot. If she wasn’t going to jump down then he’d jump up.

“Tell me” Cordelia demanded in a hard voice.

Shit this wasn’t going to work- he was going to ruin it. No fucking way! Not after all the planning and money she’d put into this. She looked back to the door and saw another bunched fist punch through as the wood started to split down the middle. She took a deep breath-opened her mouth and gave a very loud, long and dramatic scream.

Angel saw the door give way too and her scream ripped through him with guilt-sharpened talons. “Goddamit you are driving me… ALL RIGHT! Yes it was me- now for gods sake…”.

She fell back a little, staring at him with shock evident in the wide hazel depths of her eyes. She guessed that believing really was different that knowing cos although she’d been expecting it, his answer shocked her to the core.

Dimly she heard him growl her name again, his voice hoarse with horror and then absently watched her mystery lover from the night before step back even further obviously getting ready to jump up. She shook her head to clear her thoughts – she didn’t have time to analyses it now.

“STOP” she yelled out with one finger pointing at Angel and one hand held palm up towards the demons now stepping through the ruins of the door. “We’re done here” she informed the gray skinned horned demons with utter calm assurance. A façade; as she was feeling anything but calm.

Angel heard her and froze as the tiny seed of suspicion bloomed into certainty. Then confirmed when the demons simply looked down at him, shrugged nonchalantly and then turned around to climb back through the door they’d made such a show of beating down.

“You played me”? The words were little more than a deep rumble in his chest but she heard them anyway.

Cordelia felt his gaze like twin pints of fire on the side of her face as she watched her paid labor leave the scene. Her heart was beating thick and heavy in her chest and she didn’t need a vision to know that he was beyond something as simple and straightforward as anger.

She wanted to turn around and yell at him that he’d deserved it for the night before, and while she still believed she was in the right – just then she knew it wouldn’t cut any ice with him. This was why she’d been having doubts – not because she didn’t want to know. But just knowing deep down that the method she’d used to find out would likely drive him past the point of even his double damned self-control.

Angel clenched his fists so hard the knuckles creaked but it didn’t affect the pressure cooker feeling in his head one iota. “Get down here, Cordelia” he tried to keep the rage out of his voice but ended up sounding strangled with it instead.

“I found out what I came here to find out- now I’m going home” her voice drifted down to him. Her expression was remote when she finally looked at him.

“I don’t think so”. That unflinching denial had her eyes widening and her own anger deepening. Who did this Asshole think he was- god or something?

“I don’t really care what you think. I’m going home so you can just get over it. For the final time, Angel. You do not tell me what to do, got it?” Her voice was rising with each word. The numbness of being hit with the truth fading now as anxiety, followed by her own temper set in.

She wasn’t angry that he’d made love to her- she was angry that he’d left afterwards without a word. Like she was some kind of coyote woman or something. Rage sparkled in her eyes. No way was she the one at fault here.

“Last time, Cordelia. Get your ass down here. If I have to come and get you- you won’t like the results”.

“Oh purleaze- like I’m supposed to be afraid of you- er why? Vampy thing not-withstanding your soo easy to manipulate- Dumbass”. She watched with satisfaction as his eyes narrowed to dangerous slits of obsidian fury, shooting dark sparks at her even from the distance of two storeys.

It took a second for her to realize where the hell that awful vibrating snarl was coming from, she even looked around for the source before her eyes jerked back down to where Angel had been standing. Only now he wasn’t there. Oh shit Chase! You couldn’t just keep your mouth shut till you got home safe

She backed away from the railing and checked out both doors. Which one would he choose to come at her from. Crap- she had no idea which direction he’d taken. He’d simply moved too fast. Duh – vampire ya know supernatural speed- don’t play dumb the one you just insulted the hell out of. “Oh shut up” Cordy muttered irritated with that inner voice that always piped up when it way to late.

The door on her right crashed open, the-until now unbroken one. She backed away nervously licking her lips and eyeing him with wide-eyed fright. Backtracking wouldn’t work; he knew her too well to believe her if she tried to laugh it off; and besides, she didn’t want to. A part of her, okay a tiny part of her, was thrilled with his reaction. She raised her chin defensively but wasn’t insane enough to stop retreating.

He looked as dangerous as totally pissed could be. Every line of his body shouted aggression and a willingness to pounce. She wasn’t certain she could avoid that pounce and so didn’t want to set him off.

“You pretended to be in danger just so that I would admit to something you wanted to know- couldn’t you have just ASKED ME?!” He rasped at her, the suppressed anger so strong it raised goose-bumps all along her arms and made her feel chilled to the bone.

“You would’ve denied it”. She told him calmly lowering her chin now that he was so close, watching his face carefully for signs of imminent snapping.

“You could have TRIED” he snarled at her. Halting to glare with his dark eyes boring into hers.

“I did but then I found you had some floozy with you- so not going there. Yuck, once in the dark was enough”. Oops, SHUT UP will you she screamed at herself- too late.

She turned and ran like fuck for the door, not even bothering to try and open the broken pieces but simply diving through the gap and almost falling down the stairs that lay immediately on the right. She’d barely set foot on the second step when the rest of the door simply disintegrated behind her.

The sound of splintering wood and screeching metal propelled her down the rest of the stairs so fast she nearly ended up on her ass. Panic gave her feet wings and she literally hauled herself back up and carried on down.

Finally there was only one flight left and she simply grabbed the post and used it to swing around to face the right direction without slowing down at all. Her heart was pumping with fear and adrenaline and the dull roar in her ears cut out any betraying sound she might have heard. Crap- she hated not knowing how close or not he was.

He was standing at the bottom waiting for her. Only he didn’t actually show himself until she was almost on top of him. She had no time to stop of take evasive action. He was simply there. But she did have a little something in her pocket. Without giving herself any time to think- unfortunately. She pulled it out and used it.

Superhuman reflexes were all that saved him from getting two eyefuls of mace but enough of the noxious stuff got through that he had to grab his face as pain exploded behind his eyes like droplets of fire.

“Oh shit- I’m so sorry, Angel are you okay” she felt so bad she dropped the canister immediately and held a hand out toward him, the other one covering her mouth just under wide, shocked hazel eyes.

The growls erupted so loud and long she backed off but still didn’t run not until she saw the full fang face he was now wearing in all its savage splendor. His forehead had become lined with ridges that widened already high cheekbones. Highlighting feral eyes lit with topaz fire above glistening fangs in a snarling mouth.

“Oh hey- put those away”. Okay, this was getting so far out of hand it was unbelievable. C’mon this was Angel stalking her in full vamp face. This is so not happening she wailed to herself silently. Prudence got her moving more than anything else.

“Look I’m sorry about the mace I admit it- I wasn’t thinking but it’s your fault too. You’re the one always on at me to defend myself and when I do….” She gave up when he kept on coming and spinning on her heel started to run again.

He let her; she wasn’t going to get far no matter how fast she ran. Run rabbit, run rabbit run run run…

Part 8

Posted December 15, 2015 by califi in Complete

Possession Is Nine Tenths 6   1 comment

PART 6

By the next morning, Cordelia was feeling better although still creeped out from the interview at the dating Agency from hell. Deciding that the feel good factor was needed, she pulled out all the stops in choosing her outfit for work that day.

Arriving at the Hyperion she rewarded the catcalls and whistles from Gunn with a bright beaming smile and met Wesley’s questioning look as he came out of Angel’s office with an armload of books, with a hard stare that just dared him to comment.

“Thank you, Gunn. Nice to know at least one of the men of Angel Investigations has taste; as for others- well Dennis knows more about fashion than they do”. She stared at Wesley’s head as she walked past the counter to walk around it to get to her desk.

“I never said a word” Wesley protested. “Although I have to say, don’t expect me to catch you if you faint from the heat”.

“Okay- so leather pants and matching short and very fitted jacket might be a little warm for the daytime, but so what? That’s what they invented body spray for.” She deliberately ran her hands over the soft butterscotch leather at her hip and aimed a smug smile at him when his cheeks heated.

Wesley got the message to drop of the subject loud and clear. So shrugging his shoulders he dropped the books on the desk and picked up the phone, pretending to be busy and absorbed – thinking it was safer that way.

Having subdued any negativity about her, possibly inappropriate for work, outfit, she decided to beard the lion in his den and get his reaction out of the way too. “Has Angel risen yet”? She asked Gunn as she made her way over to her desk. Normally it wouldn’t even be asked this early but lately his sleeping patterns had become very unpredictable, hence the question.

“Downstairs killing a dead cow” replied Gunn, still eyeing her butt appreciatively as she went past him. The axe he’d been industriously polishing now forgotten.

She gave him a tilted look with knowing raised brows for the leer and then frowned in confusion, “Excuse me? What- we have undead-dead cows now”?

Gunn grinned unabashed and clarified with a shrug of his own, “Dunno what’s up with him now but he’s been down there since I got here”. He jerked his head at the basement door and realizing what he meant, she walked over and opened it.

Cordelia only opened it a bit but it was enough to hear the thump, thump of heavy fists on the leather punching bag. She winced at the ferocity that was obvious even from all the way up here and decided against going down to say Hi after all.

Annoyed and little disappointed she returned to the desk and waited impatiently for Wesley to finish his call. As soon as the receiver was back in the cradle, she demanded “So what’s got into him today”? Mimicking Gunn she jerked her head towards the basement.

“No idea, I popped my head down when I got here to say hello and got a grunt. Nothing else has happened since to enlighten us. Unless you know anything”? He gave her a sharp look out of piercing blue eyes.

“Don’t look at me and since when does His High and Mighty Broodiness need an excuse anyway”. She retorted defensively. Then sighing deeply she sat down and caught sight of the message on her desk, left there by Wesley. Her heart sank and she picked it up with thumb and forefinger like it might be infectious or something.

She held it out and away from her body and glancing with distaste at it, stood up to plonk it next to Wesley’s elbow. “When did this happen”?

“The call came in about a half hour ago”. Wesley advised her and after putting on his glasses, read it again. Like he’s not the one who wrote it, she couldn’t suppress some now famous eye-rolling and snatched the damn thing up again.

“So I call this number back and find out where and when I’m gonna be set-up for my debut as a porn-star? Great, let me ring my agent and tell him”

Even Wesley, known to be second most insensitive guy on the planet caught the note of aggravation in her voice, “Cordelia, you must know that none of us would let anything happen to you. This is purely to get a lead on the case”.

“Yup, you go- they turn up and we beat the ever lovin’ crap outta them and shut their sick and pervy asses down. Man, I love this job”. Confirmed Gunn with a great deal of obvious relish at the thought; swinging his axe like he was testing the weight.

“Nice thought, Gunn. Really, I mean it, I love watching you guys whaling on some poor sap” she snapped back with a dark scowl on her beautiful face.

Actually the way things were going that might be the high point of the day or week or whenever. Her enthusiasm for another date with Dan had taken a dive, which was catastrophic as far as she was concerned.

Get over it, she told herself so what if your last boyfriend was a sleazy demon surrogate. I want a sex life so just deal okay. Geeze if she didn’t get some kind of a life soon she’d end up as celibate as a nun, or Angel.

If she didn’t manage to get rid of this stupid distrust of new men then she may as well give in now. Either that or she’d have to resign herself to jumping Wes or Gunn, or Angel. A furtive mental picture of her ravishing a reluctant Angel was swiftly followed by a flood of tingles pooling and spreading between her thighs. She jerked back in her chair, eyes wide with shock and looked down in consternation at the offending area.

“What the hell is that”? The horror in her voice drew both Wesley’s and Gunn’s attention straight to her and she blushed a bright red.

“What? I was thinking about erm.. Female condoms”. Her mouth dropped as did theirs. Way to go, Cor just shut the hell up, Okay.

“Forget I said anything”, she muttered and switched on the laptop.

It was supposed to have been a joke for cryin’ out loud. She told her mutinous and still overheated body. Suddenly wishing she’d worn something less ‘Take me I’m yours’ and more nun-like after all. Obviously she’d taken the feel good factor a little too far and addled her brain.

Angel’s a no-bone and anyway. Ewww, sloppy slayer seconds and lets not forget the whole being dead thing and old too, which means old fashioned and maybe even a prude. He probably only knows one position and then only with a sheet with a hole in. He’s a tight-ass and bad tempered not to mention a loser with the whole ‘tragic lurve’ thing and … She spent the next hour reciting to herself all the reasons why Angel was so far off the menu that he hadn’t ever got on it and never would.

But none of them changed the fact that whenever she let her mind drift, her thoughts would eventually come back to the vampire. Even worse in her opinion was sometimes when flicking through magazines; she’d get all hot and flustered if she came across a half naked guy who looked like him a bit. Sometimes she’d even hide the picture if one of the guys were around and get back to it later.

This I getting ridiculous. My libido has gone seriously postal if even Angel- the only almost eunuch I know, can crank it into high gear.

Distracted she watched Wesley and Gunn leave together on a fact-finding mission, happy to be alone with her mental gymnastics. Restless with the continuous round of thoughts that had been taking her in giddy circles for weeks, she stood up and paced the length of the counter on the office side.

Plus- how unbelievable was it that having made the effort to go out and snag herself a hot guy. She’d found herself turning away the cute ones in favor of the strong silent type with dark hair and eyes. I mean c’mon, what happened to her blonde and blue eyed fixation – but no, only Dan had come to close enough to fit the bill and now she was losing interest in him too.

“And as if that isn’t bad enough I can’t even introduce him to these guys, cos hey embarrassing if they noticed he looks kinda like..” She halted the flow of words, still in denial and liking it, thank you very much. If she didn’t say it loud then it wasn’t true, dammit!

Like Angel- spit it out and stop denying you want him. I mean c’mon grope much, you love it when he catches you- ADMIT IT, her even more brutally honest inner voice taunted.

Cordelia gasped, “I do not want Angel and even if I did, Hello can’t have him, cursed remember”. There that should shut it up, Geeze did she sound that irritating when she was being all ‘I’m right and you’re wrong’, no wonder Angel glowered.

Yeah, well you know what they say about forbidden fruit, don’t you? it came back slyly.

Cordelia stopped pacing and nearly stamped her foot in frustration. “I’m not listening to you anymore you’re sick and perverted so just shut-up”.

Determined to go and do something, anything to give her too fertile mind something else to think about, she whirled around to go back to her desk. Only to bump into something solid, unmovable, damp and very male.

She fell back a step and almost sat on Wesley’s desk. Her eyes shot up to identify the cause of that irritating obstacle intending to give vent to some serious griping, when she find herself transfixed at the sight that met her eyes.

Unknown to her, her jaw dropped for the second time that day while she helplessly drank in the sight of a hot (unusual), sweaty and decidedly disheveled Angel. Then it hit her; she’d been talking out-loud, right in front of him with his super sensitive vampire hearing.

“How long have you been standing there? Has no one ever told you eavesdropping is rude”? She demanded in a high shrill voice; as complete and utter mortification got ready to dump itself on her reeling head. For the first time in her life, she now understood why people said they wished the floor would open up and swallow them whole. That sounded like a fine and dandy idea just then.

“Not long- who are you talking to and what’s this about being sick, are you ill”?

He actually looked for a second like he was going to take her temperature or something. She backed up immediately the instant that threat registered. There was no way in hell she was in any frame of mind to have his hands on her right then.

“I’m not sick, just stressed”. She told him quickly. Then holding up her hands she twirled around. “See healthy as a horse, fit as a fiddle and anything else that means- don’t worry about me”. She managed not to react when her arms brushed against his too close chest.

She was trying to divert his attention from that obvious jump back, which judging by his face he hadn’t liked one little bit. His expression had gone from intent concern, to narrow eyed laser-like focus and he’d moved closer to counteract her retreat.

His hair was dark with sweat and mussed as if he’d been running his fingers through it. The white vest he was wearing was damp enough that she could see the outline of his nipples through the clinging fabric. While his sweat pants were hung so low on his hips that if you looked carefully you could glimpse the hard muscular flesh of his abdomen between the two garments.

She looked very carefully, couldn’t help it actually. She was so intensely aware of him that her breathing deepened a little and she could feel how hot her cheeks were getting, This is so not right.

The hot flare of annoyance had cooled in his now unreadable dark eyes, but he was still standing far to close for comfort. Trying to ease the inexplicable tension, she dragged her mutinously reluctant mind off his impressive chest- Like she’d never seen that before- get a grip!, and locked her eyes on the stairs leading to the rooms.

“Erm, the showers are that way, Angel”, she pointed a trembling finger to the stairs and waited for him to step back so she could take a breath that didn’t carry his scent.

He didn’t move, seemed frozen to the spot. “Will you go and take a wash before you stink up my workspace?” she demanded desperately.

He knew how sweaty he was just then and how fastidious she could be, so he relaxed about her jumping back like a scalded cat when she’d thought he was going to touch her. An action that’d automatically raised his less than civilized instinct to crowd her for doing it.

“Sorry, I got distracted”, he muttered and backed off.

Boy had he got distracted, he’d been coming back up from the basement and fully intended to sneak past without her noticing but he’d got an eyeful of her, and stopped in his tracks. To stare, helplessly devouring the shapely curvaceous body displayed in every luscious detail by the creamy leather, what is it about leather? . Only coming to when one word had filtered through his befuddled mind, “sick”.

Without even thinking about it he’d shot over and then she’d bumped right into him and he’d lost the power of speech all over again. He could still feel the imprint of her all along his front and he’d had a sudden and intense urge to peel that leather off her, like the velvet skin of a peach.

“I just wanted to ask you… how you are? After yesterday I mean. You looked so pale and upset– I guess I was worried about you”.

That was an understatement if ever he’d made one. He’d thought of little else and last nights disastrous waste of time hadn’t helped. This was why he’d gotten no sleep, and spent all morning working out his frustration and anger in the basement; taking it out on something inanimate rather than his friends.

He hadn’t missed her wide eyed appraisal either and reading her wrong or not he’d gotten hard at the glazed look that’d come into her expressive eyes. He turned around and walked off so that she wouldn’t see his erection if she decided to do another sweep, and blindly walked over the refrigerator.

“I’m fine” said Cordelia distractedly still watching him closely her face guarded now.

He twisted of the top of the canister of blood and throwing back his head drank deeply. Cordelia watched his throat work and instead of being nauseated at the sight, not that it bothered her anymore anyway. She felt that squiggly heat sparking in her belly again. Oh shit, undead no-bone, NO bone– hello!.

Still chanting in her head, she snatched up her purse and ran for the stairs, shouting behind her. “I’m going to lunch”.

“But it’s too early” Angel protested and he hadn’t managed to work out how to tell her he’d been stalking her and her new boyfriend.

“So sue me” was the only response he got back, through the now swinging shut door.

Frustrated and aggravated all over again, not to mention still aching like a horny teenager, he stalked to the stairs to go take a shower- like the lady asked.

THAT NIGHT

“Dan, Dan Dan, when I catch up with you I think- I’m gonna have to kill you”. Angel drawled with heavy emphasis then sighing heavily, dropped down even further in the seat.

“I’m bored, my ass is numb and I have so much better things to do than wait for you to come home”. Complaining to himself was about as useful as a stress ball to a vampire (they didn’t last long), but still it relieved the tedium a tiny bit- better than nothing.

He’d struck out last night when the guy had stayed away from home and in the end Angel had been forced to give up and go back home to wait until tonight for another opportunity.

Good plan, but tonight was turning out to be just as much a waste of time and his spine was now way past tingling and instead felt like it was trying to scrape his skin off.

“I should have stopped him the first time and not waited to find out if he was a threat”.

To do what? You had no proof.

“So? I still don’t and it sure ain’t gonna stop me now”.

Suspicions is one thing, proof- another.

“Get off my case, for chrissake you sound like Wesley”

Okay, so he still had no proof but this waiting and guessing was driving him insane. The likelihood of finding something incriminating without subjecting Cordy to more hurt was slim to none and he wouldn’t let that happen. No way, no how!

He was going to have to go and tell Cordelia what he suspected and while she was going to want to stake him for stalking her, she’d at least know to be wary of Dan.

Annoyance gave way to trepidation as he gunned the engine and pulled out, heading for Cordelia’s apartment and more than likely a tongue lashing, severe enough to strip his hide.

***

Cordelia was tipsy, not drunk she told herself, just warm and fuzzy and happy. “WOW, that wine was fantastic, I love that stuff. What was it called again”? She was so going to have to buy herself some for one of her girl’n’ghost nights-in, watching old movies curled up on the couch.

Maybe she’d invite Angel and watch him get drunk. She giggled at the thought of an inebriated Angel and closed her eyes to enjoy a fantasy where he got so sauced that he’d agree to a game of strip poker and not notice when she cheated.

“What are you giggling about”? Asked Dan indulgently, as he pulled up outside Cordelia’s apartment. He’d reeled off the name of the wine but she was too caught up in the warm and fuzzies to hear it. Perfect, he thought with bone deep satisfaction. Score!

Cordelia blinked owlishly and came up from a fantasy featuring a landscape of muscular male terrain to explore and blinked again when she realized she just had a sexual fantasy featuring Angel as the male in question- again. She should be worried about that shouldn’t she?

Then she noticed Dan looking at her with question in his warm brown eyes and blushed, fumbling for the handle she smiled at him. “Sorry, I was miles away”. Dan frowned she should be hanging on his every word, not getting distracted. Determined not to lose this one, he walked around the car and kissed her.

Cordelia willingly sank into the kiss and clutched him to her. She injected every bit of warmth she could conjure up into her response and hoped that he didn’t notice what an effort it was.

She let Dan lead her into a deeper kiss and ran her hands through his curls. She frowned when her hand slid through his hair, for some reason it just didn’t feel right. To her slightly unfocussed mind, it was too long and didn’t tickle her palms at the nape like she’d imagined it would.

She jerked back and realized that she’d been imagining Angel’s hair and how she’d sometimes wondered how it would feel to rub her hand over the short hairs above his neck. Dammit, stop thinking about Angel, he’s just a friend- remember!.

“Wanna come in”? She invited desperately and was so relieved when Dan agreed without hesitation that she grabbed his hand and all but dragged him into the foyer. After some difficulty with locks and codes she finally managed to get them inside her apartment.

“Well, Dan. Why don’t you make yourself at home and everything, okay. I’m just gonna go and freshen up a minute”.

Now that she’d got him here it was as if she didn’t know what she wanted to do with him. So she turned to flee to the bathroom and give herself a good talking too.

Before she got very far, Dan snagged her hand, and the gesture was so familiar it gave her a jolt and she swayed on the spot a little. “Cordelia, you know I care about you or I wouldn’t be here. Tell me what is it you want from me”?

“Tonight”? She licked her lips and looked at him seeking reassurance in his face. It’s not wrong to want to be loved is it? So what if I haven’t known him long.

“I erm, well that is”, she laughed and swallowing her nerves, looked him in the eye. “I want you to make love to me”. She waited anxiously for his response and half expected him to be shocked at her bluntness so early on in their relationship.

He rubbed a finger over her lips and smiled deeply and affectionately. “There’s nothing wrong with asking for what you want and I would love to be able to love you”. He told her with sweet gentleness.

“Okay” she agreed and her smile wobbled a bit at how final this felt. If she gave herself to Dan, then she would have made a commitment. I’m tired of being unloved. Friends are nice but I need more. It doesn’t make me a bad person if I wait for love afterwards.

“Why don’t you go and slip into something more comfortable and I’ll go and uncork us some more wine”. Suggested Dan with a gentle push towards where he guessed her bedroom was. Glad not to have the awkwardness of undressing in front of him she smiled in agreement and left him standing in the living room.

***

Angel was just about to knock on the door of Cordy’s apartment when it swung open forcefully but silently. Before he could even form a question to the overly welcoming phantom, he assumed it was Dennis that opened the door. He suddenly found himself catching a hurtling figure of a man.

Only just managing to stay on his feet he grabbed the man’s shoulders and steadied them both. Then he found himself staring into the petrified face of Cordy’s new boyfriend. Terrified eyes screamed at Angel over a widely stretched mouth, with what looked like a kitchen towel stuffed into it.

“So that’s why no noise” He smiled grimly and then saw that now Dan was out of the apartment he could remove the gag. Before he could do more than reach up to do it, Angel dragged him down the hallway and out the back entrance into a rear courtyard.

The dark enclosed space was deserted as he’d guessed it would be, so he released the human and faced him. He didn’t know or care what he looked like in the darkness to the frightened man, but he could guess. He was only just resisting the urge to vamp out and really scare the shorts of this guy, but still there was always time for that later.

“What’d you do to Cordelia to upset Dennis so much”? He demanded, aiming a blank killer look at the man. Dan stared in shock at the hard, half shadowed face dominated by threateningly lowered brows.

Finally free of the gag the human started to stutter, “Nothing, nothing I swear. I just kissed her and then…” he fell silent and staggered to sit down. “We were going to go to bed and she went off to get undressed and then…” he fell silent again, stumped by the unbelievable.

Dennis, I think I love you. “You were seducing Cordelia”? He growled at the idea and his fists ached to wrap themselves around his throat and squeeze the life out of this little …. His fists clenched with the struggle to restrain himself.

“She was up for it, didn’t need much seducing”. He spoke absently still dumbstruck by what had happened once Cordelia left the room. He didn’t seem to realize he was talking to someone who would not take kindly to what he’d just said.

He was jolted at finding the black clad stranger was now standing, well actually looming over him. “Do you love Cordelia”? He was asked and he squirmed on his seat like he was being confronted by his father for chrissake.

Dan was a recovering a little from his fright, not exactly understanding it yet, but still. “I’m sorry, but who are you”?

“I’m a friend of Cordelia’s” was the quietly voiced reply from the shadows.

“And what? That gives the right to interrogate her dates- does she know you do that”?

“I don’t give a rats-ass what rights you think I have and I’ll ask the questions, clear enough”?

“You’re kidding right, this night is just weird, first that whatever it was, poltergeist thing and now you, psycho friend. What’s the matter want her for yourself and because she won’t have you, no-one can have her”?

“That’s enough”. Snarled Angel and paced off before he gave into the urge to smash his fist in that sneering face. “I want what’s best for Cordelia and she knows that, unlike you”. The last was tossed out as an accusation.

“How the hell do you know, you don’t know me”.

“I don’t want or need to know you. I had you investigated”. This guy was cool he’d give him that, thought Angel darkly.

“Finding what, I’m late with my credit card or maybe a library ticket overdue. I have nothing to hide” replied Dan, exasperated.

“What about the dating agency”? The voice was quiet and utterly implacable and Dan felt a weird chill looking into those eyes now only inches from his face, dead eyes, with nothing there.

“What dating Agency, I don’t use them. Look Pal, I’m sorry that you want my girl but ya know it’s just too damn bad”.

His shirtfront was grabbed and he was all but lifted of the floor by a single fisted hand. “She’s not yours and never will be”. Black rage vibrated in the snarling voice and Dan quaked and could only hang on when he was smashed backwards into the nearest wall.

“Who do you work for”? Dan’s head rang like a church bell and his entire body ached after hitting the concrete.

“No one, I’m self employed, freelance journalist”. He got out between teeth that were shaking in his head from fear.

“I don’t believe you. Guess you’ll have to do better”.

“What dating agency? I swear I don’t know what you’re talking about. Please I don’t know what you want me to say …”.

He was gibbering and his head snapped backwards and forwards when he was shaken roughly. He opened terrified eyes again afterwards to find himself staring into black ones filled with merciless ice. His feet still dangled at least a foot of the ground and try as he might he couldn’t break free from that powerful grip, was almost afraid to try.

The fear coming off this guy was rank and filled the air like between the two men and surrounded them. But there was also a hint of honest confusion mixed in with the terror in those eyes. Reluctantly Angel was forced to accept that there was no link between Dan and the corrupt agency they were investigating.

Abruptly he dropped the man back to his feet and stepped back, until there was several feet between them. “You have a history of using and discarding women, do you deny that too”?

Maybe he was grasping at straws here, but he couldn’t shake the belief that this man wasn’t good enough for Cordelia. He’d hurt her, he just knew it. Dammit, he knew the type, he’d been the type and he knew how to read this guy and his intentions were not honorable.

“Jesus, what century are you from…”, Dan stuttered to a stop after a single dark look was thrown his way. He spread his hands, “Look maybe I got it wrong but she seemed willing enough to me and hey, she’s fucking gorgeous; can you blame a guy for wanting a taste”?

“She’d not a damned fruit, you moron; she thinks you care about her”. Angel snapped back and loomed back into full view.

“I’m not responsible for what she thinks, I never made any promises and she seemed ripe enough to me”. He’d thought the danger was past, but he couldn’t have been more wrong.

He never saw it coming, the first he knew was when his right cheek felt like it exploded and he was lying on the floor beside a flower bed.

Dan looked up in shock and gaped, his cheek felt like it was on fire and his shook his head dazedly. “What did ya do that fo”, half his face was numb and the words came out garbled.

“Listen to me carefully, Dan” Angel waited until he was sure the man had stopped gibbering with fear enough to hear what was being said to him to continue.

“You get a chance to leave here with all of you limbs still attached to your body but only on the understanding that you never go near Cordelia ever again. Is that clear”?

“Yes, yes understand no Cordelia”. His head bobbed up and down to emphasize his complete understanding.

“Good, now get out of my sight”.

***

When Angel approached Cordy’s apartment the rage had drained away and now all that was left was shame and sorrow. Shame mostly, he knew Cordy was going to be hurt by Dan’s desertion and he hated that, but better now than later and another part of him was fiercely glad that Dan was gone for good.

He also knew that she would likely blame him, but he’d deal with that, and anyway he deserved her anger. So no matter what he’d just stand there and let her dish it out until she felt better, if that was at all possible.

The door opened again, before he could get to it and he hung his head when he entered, expecting to find a worried and pissed off Cordelia waiting to find out what had happened to her date and despite his resolve, not exactly looking forward to it.

The apartment was empty, at least what he could see of it. He sniffed the air and her scent was heavy in it. He closed his eyes and just for a moment luxuriated in taking it inside himself. After a few seconds he opened them again and went searching for her on silent feet, knowing she was here somewhere.

His search led him to her bedroom, she was in there lying on her bed, asleep. He stayed outside the door and just looked his fill. He should turn around and leave and he knew it but he just couldn’t get his feet to move.

The lamps were off and the only light came from the hallway behind him, the soft light spilling on the oh so feminine bed and caressing her body as she lay in gloriously sprawled abandon on top of the coverlet, wearing only tiny scraps of lace that mocked the title of clothing.

He didn’t even notice that he’d started breathing, an instinctive action to draw more of her scent inside, tasting it on the back of tongue and causing his muscles to lock in place, frozen in the absolute stillness only a vampire can achieve.

She was so deeply asleep, and helplessly drawn he moved inside the room. Half expecting the ghost to slam the door in his face to protect the woman inside. But Dennis made no move to stop him and he was powerless to stop himself from closing the distance between him and her.

He stopped at the edge of the bed and watched her face for signs of waking or awareness but she stayed safely asleep. She was sleeping on her back with one arm across her waist and the other thrown up by her cheek.

The leather of his duster creaked a little when he shifted his shoulders in an effort to relieve the tension there. He jumped a little so attuned to her that it took a moment for him to realise what had made the sounds.

He stood for a moment undecided; if he stayed longer he risked being discovered but he couldn’t bear to leave just yet, soon- but not yet. So he took off the coat with the greatest of care and laid it aside. The bed dipped a little under his weight when he sat down beside her left side.

A few strands of dark hair had fallen across her face and partly covered her lips. He reached out and using just the tips of his fingers brushed them away and tucked the errant strands aside. He took another deep breath and giving in to the need to touch, trailed his fingers slowly over the curve of her cheek and then down the length of her nose.

They lingered over her mouth, tempted by her soft and full lips, wanting to trace them and feel each exhalation on his hands. Hands more used to fighting that loving, but now tingling with the need to lovingly explore her.

Sighing in disappointment he left them untouched. Like the eyes they were too sensitive and he couldn’t take the risk of inadvertently waking her up. Just a little more won’t hurt, he ignored the other voice that cautioned him to leave now while he still could.

Next he gave into the overwhelming urge and curled his hand around her throat, his skin just barely touching hers and the feel of life her blood pulsing so strongly beneath his fingers caused the hairs to rise on his arms and neck as goose-bumps raced across his skin.

The soft skin underneath her ears beckoned him and he rubbed softly and then traced the delicate shell, she twitched a little and tucked her chin into the sensations, nearly trapping hi large hand if he hadn’t been so quick to remove them.

He should have left then, he knew it. He had no right to be doing this and there was no doubt in his mind that if she’d been awake she would be clear across the room by now. That thought made him clench his hand at the pressure in his chest that was pain and need, intermingled with something else.

An emotion that darkened his eyes from warm brown to midnight dark, twisted its way through his gut. Almost indistinguishable from neediness only harder to contain and even less acceptable. Possessiveness, as much a part of him as his soul except in this case, embraced by his dark side too.

Its emergence from his emotional deep freeze was more and more apparent every day and exacerbated by his feelings for this woman. It was a foregone conclusion that as Angelus he’d never really felt it, not focused like this anyway and even Buffy had only touched the surface of it. But then she’d never accepted him, been his friend; never argued, comforted and aggravated him like Cordelia could and did.

Even when she was driving him crazy with confusion, laughter, anger or more recently lust underneath it was a deep river of love and affection to cushion the effects. But it was all in vain as she would never be his. At best she probably thought of him as a friend and protector, at worst- borderline psychotic, if he was lucky.

Angel didn’t notice that the temperature of the room had raised, the thermostat having been nudged up by an unseen hand. A light sheen of moisture formed along her body and her legs came apart in an unconscious attempt to reduce the rising body heat.

Sweat popped out on his forehead as her scent permeated the air, the increase of tangy musk making him swallow hard as moisture gathered in his mouth. He put his hand back on his knee and got ready to get up and leave, but then stopped, staring down in shock at the now open clasp of her front-fastening bra.

Had it come undone by itself? He knew he hadn’t done it but after the initial questioning all thoughts left him on swift wings. The heavy fullness of her breasts forced the lacy cups to drop away and the nipples, only glimpsed through the teasing material were now revealed in all of their tempting glory.

Oh God, it was too much; and before he’d even given himself permission he tenderly cupped the soft underside of one. She was incredibly soft and heavy too and his already painful erection hardened to an impossible degree at the feel of her warm flesh in his hand.

One finger trailed over the curve and brushed gently over the velvet pink tip and, mesmerized, his eyes were pinned to the puckered nub that formed at his touch.

He trailed his fingers up her skin and circled that captivating spot, desperately he denied the need to press more firmly and knead until the breasts were flushed and fuller, filling his palm. Only the sure knowledge that this idyllic time would end if he did stopped him.

So he moved to the other and repeated the feather-light caress, an absorbed look tightened his handsome face and there was a sensual curve to his unsmiling lips. He moved down and using his whole palm swept over her ribcage to settle on her navel, entranced by the downy feel of her skin and the incredible warmth that filtered through his hand.

Heat already filled his belly and now ignited into a flame when his fingers brushed against the lace tops of her panties. Unable to resist he traveled further, underneath the lace until the tips of his fingers met the curls that beckoned him on in a siren’s call to dip further and touch her most intimate place.

He trembled with the strength of the inner struggle not to invade further and finally with another anguished breath of useless air he pulled back. He’d been so utterly engrossed that he’d failed to notice that the door to the bedroom had drifted silently shut, the light gone but he didn’t need the false light to see every gorgeous inch of her.

That inner battle had depleted his willpower, and he leant down and nuzzled the tip of one breast, inhaling the sweet fragrance of her skin deliberately like a starving beggar at a banquet. One hand cupped the soft mound again and turning his head and opening his mouth he kissed it, again and again. Just a taste, that’s all.

A silent groan of need and delight pushed its way through him and he forgot everything but the sheer pleasure of what he was doing. His cool tongue flicked out and lapped at the hardening flesh, circling it and then sucking gently, taking her deeper and then tugging lightly with his teeth.

She moved under him and moaned throatily and his hand tightened in protest and mouth caressed the turgid flesh harder. Mindless now with the taste of her and needing more he switched to the other breast, the nipple just as tight and begging for the same touch.

Her hands came to rest by his jaw and she arched up, pressing herself closer to the source of the most incredible and intense pleasure she’d even known. Angel flinched in alarm when she touched him but settled back when all she did was press him closer and not push him away.

Guilt and conscience were silenced, drowned out by sheer wanton need, and he was past caring that she thought he was another man. Cordelia had awoken to the soft touches along her body, caresses that raised chills along her skin as nerves so long denied screamed for more, and yet still languid with sleep, she’d been content to lie still and just feel.

But the intense sensations of lightening hot prickling pleasure at her breasts had roused her as passion cleared the haze of sleep and alcohol. The need to get closer to him drove her mad and so she clutched him closer and raised herself up. Her hands threaded through his short hair and delighted with the texture and feel of those short prickles came back for more, tugging him even closer.

She made a moue of protest when those tormenting lips left her breasts and trailed wet kisses down her ribs, tracing and nipping each raised rib with his open mouth before traveling downwards to nuzzle and explore her abdomen with a tortuous thoroughness. Stopping briefly to dip inside the indentation of her belly button and swirl inside, almost bringing her off the bed at the resulting wash of dizzying heat.

Cool hands, soothing to her overheated skin, fastened around the curve of her waist and stilled the movement and then rubbed along her hips, stroking and shaping the curves. Cordelia raised her hips in a silent invitation for him to remove her panties but instead large palms curled around the cheeks of her bottom as he slid down the bed and straddled her knees with heavy muscular legs.

Even as highly aroused as she was she felt the material of his clothes and frowned, but forgot it as soon as she felt him nuzzle at the closed apex of her thighs. Anticipation and excitement zinged through her veins and she held her breath waiting to find out what he would do. She felt the rush of air as he inhaled deeply and his hard chest expanded on her thighs.

He held her still as he took in the intoxicating fragrance of aroused female, shivers of delight ran down his spine and settled with throbbing arousal in his groin. It wasn’t enough, he needed more, needed to taste, devour and ravish her with his mouth. That’s all nothing more and she’ll never know.

Angel sat back and pushed one knee between hers, forcing her closed legs open and did then same with the other, making a space for himself between them. He lifted her up to meet his lips and rubbed his lower face against the lace that separated him from her. Cordelia felt the biting sucking pressure of his mouth on her sex through the panties and moaned incoherently for him to take them off.

Helpless to resist the purely female instinct she undulated against him, needing firmer touches and pressure as a deep dragging ache echoed emptily in her womb. Wet heat pooled inside her loins and drenched the cloth that covered her sex and feeling it she demanded he take them off. Her hands clenched convulsively in the coverlet when he immediately obeyed, jerking her hips up and ripping the lacy nothing off with a twist of his hand.

Cool air washed over her, soon replaced by an open-mouthed kiss, and long slow laves of a cool tongue through the soft folds of her labia. She jerked and gasped as fiery heat shot from her loins to her womb, leaving it throbbing deep inside with an insistent demand for fulfillment.

Large strong hands clamped harder on her hips, stilling any hint of retreat with firm mastery as he continued worshipping her with carnal ruthlessness. When she managed to open her eyes she could see nothing except the black of night and then pleasure would whip her up again and she would sink willingly back into it, the inability to see heightening all other senses until she was frenzied to be filled.

Jerkily she tried to thrust against him only he wouldn’t let her, but carried on twisting and tormenting her with biting sucking kisses on her clitoris that drove her wild. Then he speared inside her with his tongue and screaming hoarsely, she writhed with the force of an unbearable throbbing tension. He retreated and then thrust again, stabbing deep inside her repeatedly until she came in a rapturous explosion of drenching heat, which he drank greedily.

Angel was locked in a cage of his own desire now and the fierce joy of making her come and being able to feast on each drop was transforming rapidly into a mindless, violent need to possess her fully. He was panting as he lapped and licked hungrily at her still dripping entrance until with a last stormy kiss on her clitoris he finally tore himself away and reared up.

He braced trembling arms on either side of her hips and hung over her, his head bent as he tried to pull back the tearing powerful lust that howled at him to take her. Take her; take now- NO! I need this, just this once- it’s your only chance to love her. He shook his head feverishly denying his furious driving need to tear his clothes off, pull her underneath him and thrust inside her hot silky depths.

She doesn’t want you, she thinks you’re another man, rage twisted in his gut and he growled low, cutting it off before it frightened her and stamping out the rage he fought with himself. He might have made it but Cordelia lunged up from the bed and wrapped her arms around his neck then unerringly found his lips and crushed them with her own.

Still quaking with the after effects of the most mind blowing orgasm she’d ever had, she matched his stormy kiss with one of her own. Greedily she traced his lips with her tongue before plunging it inside and tangling with his. When he might have pulled back she gripped harder and grasping his knit shirt; dragged it up and pulling back whipped it over his head. Instantly she was back and captured his lips again. Her naked arms twined around his thick neck and pulled him down into the kiss.

He was still reeling from having her kiss him with so much overwhelming passion and now he had to deal with her hot naked body pressed along his now naked chest. Her legs came up to grip his hips and then she almost growled in frustration before her hands ducked down to pull at his belt with fractious fingers.

He groaned when quick as she could she delved into his open pants to grasp his thick erection, wrapping her hands around the length of it, she pumped him with desperate and instinctive skill. He hissed and his back arched and hips bucked as pleasure streaked through every nerve ending.

Unappeased by one orgasm that didn’t include him, she left that fascinatingly throbbing shaft to push at the waist-band of his pants, yanking them down and then using her feet to finish the job.

“I want you inside me now”, she demanded and reached down to stroke him again, from the base to the broad tip. She loved the feel of it, silky smooth and hard like marble and needing to see it her head shot towards where the lamp should be. He saw her hand snake up and she started to wriggle up the bed towards the bedside table.

In a heartbeat he’d kicked off his boots and pants and grabbing her hips yanked her back down and away from the threatening light. He didn’t stop pulling until she was practically in his lap and then he loomed over her. With one arm to support him next to her left shoulder, he guided the tip of his sex to hers with the other. Then with a heavy flex of his hips, he drove inside the tight passage.

Her gasp and his groan drowned each other out, he felt her nails dig into his shoulders and she pushed upwards with both arms and legs as she struggled to accommodate the hard invasion. If she’d been any less aroused it would have hurt but even the intense stretching felt good to her aching core now blessedly filled with the hard surging of his thick length.

Her hands started to wander over his upper body, shoulders, neck and chest in a sensual exploration and to appease the need to learn her lover. A spurt of fear cleared his dazed passion fogged brain enough for him to realize the danger. He captured her wrists one at a time and then with one hand pressed them to the bed over her head.

Only once she was safely secured did he finish penetrating her, grunting as the tight inner walls of her passage closed over him like a tight damp fist, squeezing him in welcome as she started to rhythmically pump her hips, working herself on him in wanton reward for the sizzling pleasure of having him stretch and fill her.

She pushed at his hand in demand to be released, “I want to touch you, lemme go”. She felt him shake his head and before she could insist anymore, he leaned down and caught her lips in an endlessly possessive kiss that drained every other thought from her head and stole the breath from her body.

He matched the rhythm of both tongue and hips in a mind-blowing erotic dance that left room for nothing other than pure feeling. The blood in her veins seemed to throb along with the pounding rhythm of those heavy driving thrusts in a relentless pursuit of pleasure. She raised her hips to meet his and responded to the lusty power of his kisses with equal passion.

His head was swimming and yet crystal clear at the same time, focused on the woman underneath him, sheathing him so tight and hot and wet. He didn’t want it to end, wanted to stay here, inside her- loving her. But the pleasure was too much and tension was building. He could feel and hear her heartbeat getting faster and faster as her body got ready to burst in another orgasm that he knew would take him too.

The heat spiraled inside her and she felt again the dark, hot slide into ecstasy. Her cries were lost in his mouth as he literally devoured her in the final drive for orgasm. She could feel herself quiver and clench, holding him deep inside her as she came. Her muscles milked and squeezed his sex and helpless to prevent it he shuddered over her and with his last thrust nudged her womb, taking him over the edge too.

Totally drained he slumped over her, shaking in the aftermath and then finally he released her hands. She ran them over his sweaty back and shoulders and kissed his shoulder in a repeated caress. He was only half aware when she said his name before she dropped to sleep with him still inside and surrounding her. “Angel”.

***

Cordelia woke about an hour later and stretched, she reached out to find him but the bed was empty of anyone but her. Sitting up she blinked and realized the reason she couldn’t see anything was that it was pitch black, so she reached over and switched on the lamp, still no Dan in sight.

Frowning in confusion and annoyance she quickly checked of the clock, it was before midnight. “What, he had to leave early or something?” She clambered out of bed and ignoring the twinges between her thighs, pulled on a robe and wandered out into the lounge and found it deserted.

Scowling now and more than a little hurt that he’d just get up and leave like that she ran through the night in her mind. All was OK until a hazy recollection of what she’d said, just before she fell asleep.

“Oh shit, I called him Angel”. No wonder he left like that, so would she in his position- after she’d skinned her partner alive.

“Oh.my.God, what do I do now. How can I make it up to him”? Then she frowned as a new thought hit her.

“”Well it’s not like Angel isn’t sort of an endearment”. Unless of course she’d told him her boss was called Angel. She wracked her brain but couldn’t be sure.

Unable to wait to find out she dived for the phone and falling onto the couch, put the ringing receiver to her ear. He answered in less than three rings.

“Hi Dan, listen about tonight..” He interrupted her and after a few moment of total confusion her face went blank with shock. “What do you mean emergency and you had to leave. This was after we made love right”?

His answer made her drop the phone without even bothering to say goodbye. “Dennis”, she yelled when the power of speech gradually returned.

***

Wesley was minding his own business, putting things away and getting ready to leave and head for home, when Cordelia burst into the hotel as if the hounds of hell were after her. Although one look at her face and he decided they were more likely to be running from her.

“Where’s Angel”, she snarled without preamble, or so much as a ‘Hello’, he thought with irritation.

“Upstairs, why what’s he done now”? He asked with a great deal of ‘woe me’ and a serious case of resignation in his tone.

“Do.Not.ASK” she said and headed for the stairs.

“Don’t do that, Cordelia”

She stopped and whipped around, fury vibrating off her, “Why not”, she snapped.

“Because he already has company”

“What”? She said, boy was this night turning out weird, “By your face- do you mean a woman”?

“Exactly” replied Wesley casually and looked at her blandly and then wiggled his eyebrows.

“Are you insane, what about the curse”? Mind you, she hadn’t thought of that one herself and as for Dennis, well he was in her bad books for refusing to confirm her suspicions.

Now it was Wesley’s turn to look blank, “What curse, didn’t he tell you that wasn’t a problem anymore and hasn’t been since he returned”?

Upstairs Angel faced the woman across from him, who smiled and then after careful consideration moved one of the chess pieces before them.

“Angel Honey, it’s your buck but are you sure this is all you want to do”?

“Erm, yeah – Just remember that if I tell you its necessary jump on the bed and strip, OK?”

“OK, just remember I charge by the hour”. Damn, why was it the cutest ones were always the weirdest?

Part 7

Posted December 14, 2015 by califi in Complete

Possession Is Nine Tenths 5   1 comment

PART 5

“Look, Angel I got it OK”. She gripped the sword in her hand tighter. They’d been going at it for over an hour now and she was tired, aching and- bored.

Circling, swinging, cutting and then twisting to block but nothing else, zilch, zip.“You’re not ready, Cordelia – and I’m so much stronger and you’re just a girly girl. argghhh, she mimicked him savagely in her head, OK maybe not the girly girl bit but she just knew that’s what he was thinking.

“Chauvinist pig” she muttered angrily under her breath and pivoted again to block his next swing.

“What”? Angel asked her, standing back and lowering the sword.

Damn, he’d heard her, “Nothing, not a thing, no words passed my oh-so concentrating lips”. She smiled sweetly at him, defying him to contradict her.

She lifted the sword in a mock salute and frowning he did the same. They carried on with him barking out instructions and Cordelia following them with a single-minded determination that today she was going to get her own way.

“Can we move on? I want to attack this time”. She hated to wheedle but after a week of spectacular ‘lack of’ success with hints, nudges and then outright demands, she needed a change of tactic. He might be stubborn but then so was she.

They’d paused for her to take a drink and get her breath back, so she took the opportunity to broach the ‘hated’ topic again. Angel was running a towel over his damp brow, an action that never failed to give her a spurt of satisfaction. At least she’d managed to make him sweat!

“No you’re still not ready, Cordelia, you need to concentrate on defense and then maybe”. NOT, like hell was he teaching her to attack. The minute she thought she could take someone on there’d be no stopping her. She’d get herself hurt in no time, hurtling into one dangerous situation after the next and then he’d have to wring her neck for driving him crazy with worry.

“Oh C’mon Angel, This isn’t so different from cheerleading you know”. Not that she expected him to get it, social retard that he was. “Only with a lot less applause” she finished with a pointed glare.

“Positive feedback on progress would be nice sometime” she told him sardonically and opening her eyes wide and shrugged as if to say– ‘just a thought’.

“I will when you deserve it” he told her flatly, refusing to give into the urge to pamper her; no matter how many times she batted her eyelashes and when that didn’t work, stomped off and ignored him for the rest of the day.

Could.he.get.any.more.arrogant? Hazel eyes spat fire at him. “I’ve got defense down pat, and you know it – so stop being an Asshole” she demanded with her hands on her short-clad hips and glaring at him.

Forget ‘talking’ him round. She knew him; he wasn’t going to teach her what she wanted to know unless she gave him no other choice.

“No- and you haven’t even got close to ‘pat’ on defense”. He snapped back and shot her a filthy look for the ‘asshole’ part. Then sighed in frustration and turned away from her. He stalked stiffly back to the weapons rack and slammed the blade home. “That’s enough for today, Cordelia”.

She watched in disbelief when he just walked away, refusing to even discuss it. Her breath strangled in her throat. Right that was IT. I have had enough of this Crap, she was going to show him that she was damn well ready to get to the good stuff.

He’d walked away from her without a backward glance. So obviously unconcerned about how she would react to his point blank refusal. Just for that he was going pay – big time.A red mist of rage formed behind her eyes and sanity fled from the heat of her anger. She took a deep breath and gathered herself.

Angel had only taken two steps towards the wooden staircase when he heard the whooshing sound of air being displaced and looked up to find Cordelia flipping towards him. Literally flipping the whole distance with the sword clasped firmly in two hands.

He thought she was going to stop any moment, but she didn’t – just carried on coming and he was so distracted by the flashes of warm creamy skin not normally seen, even with the shorts, that he failed to notice until almost too late that she was practically on top of him.

The next second he was pinned to the wall with a sword at his throat, “Go team” he acknowledged and then smiling into her triumphantly smug face. “But you really need to master the basics first, Sweetheart”.

He grabbed the hand holding the sword and pulled her forward a little before pushing back – hard. Cordelia could feel herself start to fall back and tried to regain her balance with frantically cart-wheeling hands, but it was too late.

With eyes wide she waited for him to catch her and when he didn’t- landed on her ass. Angel had swiped the sword from her hand in midair and then watched her land with a yelp on the hard cement floor, More bruises on her ass for her to complain about.

He stepped over to look down and raising a mocking brow, with pursed lips he framed his next words carefully. “Back to balance, then defense and then maybe in a few years- attack”. He smirked at her outraged expression. That had hit a nerve.

Think of light years beyond infuriated and add a good dose of humiliation and you were just touching the emotions bubbling away within the brunette. Cordelia furiously blew thick strands of glossy dark hair out of her face and asked in a silky smooth voice, “You think that’s funny”?

Angel recognized the signs heralding the coming storm but, after endless days of being tortured by her nearness and handling it well enough, he thought. She turned up in ‘those’ shorts. She was trying to kill him was all he could think- when he could think at all. So yeah, now he was getting a kick out of her embarrassment.

“Pretty funny, yeah”, his grin got wider when her eyes narrowed into manic slits, all she need was steam coming out of her ears and he’d be in stitches.

She waited, still on the floor and watching every move he made. When he started to lean down to help her up. She thrust out a foot, hooked it behind his knee and pulled– HARD. He was bent too far over to stop himself and went sprawling face down next to her.

Before he could do more than turn on his back she dived on him, hands outstretched for the sword which had clattered to the floor on his other side.

“Oooff”, she deliberately dug into his abdomen with her elbows and wriggled over him a bit more when her outstretched hand only just nudged the sword hilt.

“What are you doing”? Came Angel’s confused and panicked voice from somewhere over her right shoulder.

“Getting the damn sword” she puffed out straining to reach it still.

Angel didn’t move, couldn’t actually. He lay frozen while she wriggled her way over him in her ‘quest’. He flinched when her knee got too close to a part of him that was suddenly taking more interest in the proceedings than he wanted her to notice.

“Erm, Cordy why don’t you just go around me”? He hissed an unwilling breath between his teeth when she jerked back, grasping the sword and knocked against there with her elbow.

Flushed with success she grinned down into his face and then pursed her own lips every bit as mockingly as he had, “You know, you’re not getting up until I get what I want, Angel”.

He raised both brows and tilted his head to get a better view of her face, “Gimme that thing”? He nodded to the sword, and when she shook her head, set his face into a scowl and reached up to take it.

She slapped his hand away and sat up, resting it along her crossed knees. “Oh no you don’t, Angel”. She placed a hand on the blade to prevent him from taking it. For about a second he entertained the notion of wrestling with her for it.Not a good idea, hmm hot fantasy though.He jerked his mind away from that thought before it got him into trouble.

He sighed heavily and sat up, folding his legs to face her in an identical pose, “All right, Cordy have you’re say”. Like he could stop her for longer than it took for her to drive him round the bend with her persistence, making it about five minutes- tops.

“Gee, thanks” she replied snappily and gave him a dark look out of sharp hazel eyes for suggesting she wouldn’t have gone right ahead and done so anyway.

“Be honest, did you ever intend to train me to fight properly”? She saw his tiny give-away flinch and was flooded with disappointment, followed by annoyance.

“Then why bother, this is a total waste of time”. Her voice rose with frustration and she threw her hands up in disbelief.

He didn’t bother trying to protest that she’d read him wrong but just ducked his head so that he could no longer see the hurt and obvious disappointment on her face.

“Being able to defend yourself is never a waste of time” Angel replied and forced himself to look back at her. He knew what was coming next and hadn’t the slightest clue how to avoid it.

“I want more than that” she said with absolute conviction ringing clear as a bell.

“I know and that’s what scares me” He said quietly and plucking the sword off her lap, he twisted it in his hand and then handed it back. He eyed her with a stern expression and was met with her mulish one. They silently stared at one another in silent battle of wills.

“If you promise me not to go racing off into danger, then we can start with some hand to hand stuff and forget about weapons for now, deal”? It was a concession he hadn’t wanted to make but there were times, like now, when saying no became impossible.

It was take it or leave it time, she didn’t care as a huge smile broke over her face. “Deal” and held her hand out to him. He eyed it for a moment and then shook it, his palm tingling at the touch of her softer small one.

“Why not carry on with both”? Cordelia asked, leaning back on her hands and tossing him a grin, flicked back her hair and waited for his inevitable refusal.

“Don’t push your luck”. He warned sternly and then smirked at her. “And I like my hair on my head”. He pulled her up with him and saw to the second when the penny dropped.

Cordelia took a moment to figure out what he was implying, “Hey, I can too…, that’s so unfair I could have cut your head off- if I’d wanted”. Flabbergasted she placed both hands on hips and squared off with him again.

“Yeah, yeah”, the smirk got bigger, “Let’s keep our feet on the ground this time- shall we”?

NEXT DAY

“It’s Friday night” Said Cordy, not looking round. Absorbed in watching the swinging bag she was supposed to be beating the crap out of.

Punch, punch, swing punch. Sweat was pouring off her and she grimaced when her hair band slipped down over her eyes. Stepping back she tossed a look at the vampire sitting back on a chair, leg up on one knee, reading the paper like it was the holy grail or something.

“The Holy Grail is a cup or chalice” Angel told her without looking up.

“I didn’t say anything”

“Yes you did”

“Oh”, well either that or he’d added mind-reading to his list of supernatural accomplishments. Okay, so she’d forgotten to disengage her mouth from her though processes again.

She stood back up to the bag and went back to the jabbing punches she was supposed to be perfecting. This is sooo boring- how can guys do this for hours.

What’s it being Friday got to do with working tonight”? He asked her and did look up this time.

It was a struggle but he managed not to drop his eyes to the view offered and even highlighted by her soaked T-shirt, despite the almost irresistible tug of his libido to look his fill. The paper was a defense against gawking, not that he’d ever tell her that.

“I’m busy tonight with pesky human stuff, such as having fun and socializing” the sarcasm was mild for Cordelia, but then she was tired so he didn’t let it worry him.

He looked back at his paper and then as if hit by lightening, bolted upright in the chair, “Socializing”?

She rolled her eyes at him, “Did that only just sink in – yes, socializing”.

“What kind of socializing”? She looked at him in surprise when she heard the growled question. What’s his problem?

Cordelia decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and said with a huge anticipatory smile, “I have a date tonight”.

“Who with”? – No question this time, that was a very definite growl.

***

Cordelia answered the door to her apartment and smiled at her date. “Hi, you’re right on time”.

“Do I get points for that” answered the smartly dressed, handsome yet wholesome in a ‘beer and commercials’ way – man. A human man, you’re normal, average everyday Joe. Who also happened to have a sweet smile and deep brown eyes.

“Sure do” She replied cheerfully and opened the door wide in a silent invitation.No having to say ‘I invite you’ here – well and good.

“In that case I’ll always hang around for half an hour every time to make sure that I’m never late”. Hmmm, that was either very sweet or just plain dumb, she’d decide later.

She collected her bag and switched off the lights, leaving just a single lamp lit, “Back later” she called out and earned herself a quizzical look from her date. “I thought you said you live alone”.

“Oh, Erm- well yeah, but I have plants, so … I erm .. I talk to them”, she cringed, why did she always do that?

SAYING GOODNIGHT

“Thanks Dan, I had a really good time tonight” And she had, she thought dizzily. He was as fun and sweet as he’d seemed when she agreed to go out with him. Not bad for a pickup in a bar.

Dan wrapped his fingers around her elbows, lightly and smiled into her face, her eyes widened when she realized he was going to kiss her. “I’m really glad because I’d be devastated if you didn’t agree to see me again soon”.

“Oh there’s no danger of that not happening” she told him warmly and breathlessly anticipated the kiss. When it happened she waited for a hum or something, anything to make it feel special.

It was sweet and soft and really quite nice, but no sparks yet dammit, and he was a good kisser too. They broke apart and she took out her key, which he promptly took off her to open the door for her like a gentleman.

She turned inside the doorway and feeling a little awkward said, “Call me”?

Dan nodded and with a shy smile, turned away and headed back down the hallway. Passing the alcove where for some reason, the light bulb had been broken. Not noticing the dark shape standing still, silent and glaring right at him with eyes like chips of obsidian, narrowed into slits.

Angel slipped out from the niche and followed behind the man dating Cordelia. He exited the building in time to see the car the guy was driving and memorize the license plate. Then vaulting into the Plymouth he started the engine with a dull roar and tailed him.

He followed him home, got the address and then went Caritas. It was business as usual and as per usual all the demons in the place gave him a look, went quiet then carried on with their conversations as if they hadn’t noticed him arrive. He ignored them back.

Leaning on the bar he signaled to the barman, busy polishing glasses like they were crystal, “Where’s Merle, is he in here tonight”?

“Yeah, he went to take a piss I think”.

Angel gave him a pained, ‘too much information’ look but thanked him anyway, and went to wait by the door of the john. Merle came out from men’s restroom and jerked when a heavy hand landed on his shoulder. With his heart in his throat he looked up into the familiar hard face of the vampire, Angel.

“Got a minute, Merle”? The vamp was looming over him, and despite the ‘friendly’ tone and smile, he shivered. There was something goin’ on in that psycho head of his and Merle didn’t want anything to do with it.

“Do I have a choice”? He asked resigned and tried to shrug that hand of his shoulder. It gripped hard and twisted, turning and then carting him to the bar. “No” was the implacable response.

“Figures”, if they’d been headed anywhere but the bar he might have put up more of a fight – or maybe not.

A little later on. “So let me get this straight. You want me to check out this chick’s new boyfriend”. He wriggled his bony ass on the hard seat of his chair and took a sip of the drink Angel had brought him. “The same chick you couldn’t even be bothered to go see not so long ago”?

“Go figure. I’m paying this time”. They were sitting at a table ringed by others and conversation and music soared and dipped around them, interspersed with bursts of laughter and clapping.

“You said that last time” said Merle with a sorrowful shake of his head, and then watching the vamp careful like – took another swallow before he got fed the drink glass and all.

“Upfront, but I want it snappy” Angel needed co-operation and was keeping back coercion as a last ditch option. Knowing Merle seeing some greenbacks should ease the pain. He dropped a wad-full on the table between them.

“That’ll do nicely” said Merle and the cash disappeared into his inside jacket pocket as he darted his red eyes nervously around to check if anyone had seen the transaction.

“Snappy, Merle”. There was a definite threat in that smooth dark tone now the little demon had taken the money.

“I got it”. Merle said in an exasperated voice, and got out while the going was good.

NEXT AFTERNOON

It was getting on for lunchtime and Cordy’s stomach was starting to feel like her throat had been cut. So, stretching she ended her session and put the laptop on standby, just in case Wes wanted to use it.

“I’m going out” She called in the direction of the office, behind which Wesley was busy beavering away making notes on the latest demon related incident in the papers. Business was slow so they we’re having to do the supernatural equivalent of ambulance chasing. Not exactly classy she thought, but necessary to keep the cash flow from drying up completely.

“How was your hot date”? Angel asked from the bottom step directly behind her. She yelped and spun around with a hand to her chest.

“Will you stop doing that” She yelped and tried to slow her racing heart. Then she shrugged and gave him a tentative and sweet smile, “Hot – or maybe warm would be a better description – but with potential”.

Angel just jerked his head in acknowledgement and forced a smile to cross his tight face. “That’s nice, I’m glad- so when are you seeing him again” The smile wobbled but stayed in place when she told him tomorrow. That soon – this was getting serious: two dates in three days.

You can’t” he blurted out and crossed his arms over his chest when she looked at him with a blank expression and said “Come again” in that, just building to an explosion tone she used when she was getting ready to be seriously pissed.

“You can’t, we need a woman to act as decoy for the Simmersons case and that’s tomorrow night” he was relieved to realize that he was actually making sense. Wesley would back him up; he’d make sure of it. “Wes” he shouted through the office door to get the ex-watchers attention. “Ask Wes” he said with an innocent look and shrugged heavy shoulders when she gasped fuming.

She followed, stalking him back round the counter, rigid with indignation. “And you came up with this plan when”? She demanded. Wesley winced when he caught the sharp, angry question just as he was coming through the sliding door.

Not again, he thought with a silent groan, they’d been getting on so much better recently, why the change? Wanting an answer to that question he looked at Angel and raised a questioning brow.

“Cordy here thinks her love-life is more important than solving the case” Angel informed him and ignoring her outraged hiss to continue. “I told her we need a female decoy for tomorrow and that’s that”. Trying to be casual, he walked to the refrigerator and pulled it open to pour himself breakfast.

Not even tasting the cold sticky fluid, he took a deep draught and listened to Wesley’s carefully phrased response. “He’s right, Cordelia. It is necessary is there any way you can re-arrange”?

Cordelia threw Angel an angry glance, then looking back at Wesley she pouted and rolled her eyes, only slightly appeased by the delicate request, unlike his –God he can be such a clueless, insensitive …... “Fine” she said making her reluctance clear.

“I’ll call and re-arrange it for another night, but this better be worth it” she finished with a dark warning and yet another glare, this time encompassing both of them. No longer hungry she pulled her chair out again and plonked herself back on it and glumly put her face in her cupped hands.

Satisfied if not exactly happy Angel went into his office, sat down in the leather chair and settled in for a good long brood.

His interference had been impulsive, but once started he hadn’t been able to stop. If Wesley had sided with Cordelia he would have overruled them both and damn the consequences.

She deserves to be loved, his conscience prodded at him.

I’m still checking him out, when or if Merle gives him the all clear – then I’ll stand aside he argued in his own defense.

He ignored the subsequent jeering of his conscience and shut it out with a determination honed over a century of being cursed with it.

SUNDAY NIGHT

Cordelia sat at the desk, facing her interviewer and smiled with determined cheerfulness and tried not to look as disgusted as she felt at being where she was. Me, Cordelia Chase; one of the most sought after girls in Sunnydale- at a dating agency.

Never mind the fact that girls ended up getting more than they bargained for when they signed on and some ended up in some seriously sick videos that hovered so far distant from the line of disgusting – it was almost out of sight.

Automatically she scanned the room and everything else she could while answering the inane questions put to her with a feigned denseness, My acting is beyond superb – c’mon what am I, blonde?

Finally she was done and standing up she shook hands with the sweaty palmed guy and left, ducking into the washroom to scrub said hand with fervor before returning to Angel’s car.

“Where the hell have you been, the other girls came out much sooner than you did”. She didn’t waste time or energy rolling her eyes, just pointed a stiff a finger at him “Don’t even go there, Angel”. She pulled the car door open and climbed into sit next to him, saying “You’re idea remember, me I had other plans than spending the evening with you getting pimped”.

He swiveled to face her and tamped down the harsh surge of hurt anger that accusation rose in him. “Well”? He demanded instead, searching her body and face with an intense scrutiny, looking for any signs of her having gotten into trouble. For the first time in over two hours his rigid tension left him and he relaxed.

She sighed lustily, not surprised he’d refused to respond to that one. She turned to look at Wesley and Gunn in the back seat of the GTX. “I’m special” she mimicked and then returned hazel eyes to narrowed dark brown.

“I should expect a call sometime tomorrow with the details of my very first date”. She shivered at the coincidence and then pushed the damp chill away with a firm mental shove and rested her head back on the seat. “Let’s go home, I need to take a bath”. Several of them.

Angel had become so attuned to her over the last few weeks, years if he was honest, that he caught that convulsive shiver. Frowning he started the car and with only half his attention on the road, kept sneaking peeks at her strained face.

“What’s the matter, Cordy. What aren’t you telling me” He asked quietly so the other two in the back wouldn’t hear.

“Nothing, nothing at all” she denied there was a problem and ignored the tight feeling in her chest that soft voiced query caused. “Just drive, Angel, please”.

He fell silent but determined that he’d drop them off and go hunt up Merle. He had a bad feeling about this and wanted to know what the little parasite had come up with. Large hands wrapped tighter around the steering wheel as a weird creepy feeling crawled up his spine.

Did Wesley check out if this was limited to the agency, or included more casual picks ups for dates too. He knew Cordy had met this guy at a bar, where she’d gone alone. He understood the need to find a significant other, but even in this day and age women alone where targets for all kinds of predators– he should know; he’d been one of them.

MERLE

The door was knocked upon with a loud pounding, but before the demon could sidle over to the door and check the peephole, it was slammed open and the door caught him in smack in the face. Making him stagger back and clutch his throbbingly painful face with both hands.

“Oww, Jeezus, Angel, how the hell did you get in here, this building has security. In fact how the hell did you know where I live”? Merle asked querulously.

“I beat it out of a snitch”. He didn’t bother with lying, had much more important things to worry about to even consider it. Cordelia was a target for something and it wasn’t from tonight, he could feel it.

“Well now that shocks me – NOT” Even muffled through ten fingers the pure undiluted sarcasm came through loud and clear.

“Forget the smart remarks OK, I need to know what you’ve found out”

“Nothing – nada, big N O for no” was the quick reply followed by an upraised hand to ward of the now pissed as hell Vampire. “Now Angel, that’s good news isn’t it”?

“You found nothing” repeated Angel, retreating back from the demon, uncertain about how he felt about that fact.

“Hey, Angel – Buddy. If you wanted me to do a dirt job on this prick you should have just said so”. He smirked at the dumbstruck look on the vampires face. It wasn’t often you wrong footed this one so he went in for the kill.

“She a hot piece of action isn’t she, your Cordelia”? His smirk became a study of horrified disbelief when he was suddenly confronted with Angel in full fang face. Demonic Eyes glinting with feral yellow fire.

“Okaay- sorry just yankin’ your tail. Chill OK”

“What.did.you.find.out”? Snarled the vampire from about two inches in front of his face.

“Well other than the fact that he’s some kind of serial dater, nothing much really”. Wheedled the much smaller demon, holding both hands out in surrender and submission.

Silence.

“You know, dates lots and lots of women over a short period of time. Lucky guy”. Merle was a nervous babbler and never more so than right then.

“Yeah, very lucky”. The door banged shut before the last coldly furious syllable finished vibrating in the air. Merle slumped down onto the floor.

Part 6

Posted December 14, 2015 by califi in Complete

Possession Is Nine Tenths 3-4   1 comment

PART 3

What he was feeling was unreasonable and he knew it, but he was still having to practically crack his teeth, clenching his jaw to stop from ranting at her. It was just that seeing her like that, being assaulted, would be forever engraved in his mind.

Whoever that guy was he had come within a scant inch of bloody death; even now he could feel the urge to kill so strongly his fingers were white around the steering wheel.

Cordelia kept her head straight but shot cautious glances at him from the corner of her eye – she could feel the tension coming off him in waves and despite feeling resentful of that – given it was her that had been almost hurt; didn’t want to say something that would tip him over the edge.

“What the hell were you doing there”? He tried to keep the snarl out of his voice but wasn’t able to keep the bite out of it.

“Trying to kick some life into my nonexistent acting career, what do you think” replied Cordy with some snap of her own and still not looking at him.

The hands gripped even tighter on the wheel, he could guess what had caused the sudden renewed interest in Hollywood and it hurt, making the anger hotter.

“Just take me home, please” Cordy added tiredly, not up to yet another sparring match with him and she shivered despite the balminess of the night; his shirt was huge on her and she’d had to roll the sleeves up several times to free her hands.

She plucked at the hem with anxious fingers, desperately wanting a shower to scrub away the feeling of skin crawling shame. If he hadn’t come along when he had… “Thanks for the rescue by the way” it came out stilted and that shamed her even more.

“You’re coming back to the hotel; you shouldn’t be alone tonight”. He shot her a dark look when she opened her mouth to argue, “Save it”.

In that moment she was tired; bone deep, achingly tired of constantly battling against him – his influence, her feelings – all of it. No-one else can make me crazy like he does. She decided not to argue, a part of her was glad of not being alone in her apartment – even with Dennis she would have too much time to think and relive.

“From tomorrow you’re starting self defense training – every day until I’m satisfied that you can protect yourself”

Fine, whatever she thought not caring and then unable to resist a dig “Well yeah – it’s not like the menfolk can always be around to protect the womenfolk now is it; psycho trips notwithstanding”

He ignored her, she managed at least one reference to his firing her and going postal at least once a day – so this was nothing new.

Typical male – won’t answer when he’s in the wrong, “So who’s training me; you? – Hah, forget that, I can go to cop night school and get some lessons there or something”.

He shot her another dark look, lips tightening with anger and another slice of pain, “They can’t show you how to fight dirty or a lot of other things I can”.

“Like I need that” Cordy scoffed, turning to face him, I almost get assaulted, I’m hurt and angry and you just won’t let up will you, fine you asked for it . “What’s up, Angel – with Darla gone you wanna have another woman to throw around; no thanks”.

Before the words were even out of her mouth, she regretted them and wished she could take then back. He tensed as if electrified, every part of him taut with disbelief and his head snapped around to look at her.

“I’m sorry that was out of line” She said, keeping her hot face averted, she tensed too and waited for him to say something, anything to break the awful expectant silence.

He said nothing to her, just made a sharp left turn – away from the direction of the hotel. After ten minutes where each mile seemed to take an hour, he pulled up outside her apartment.

She opened her mouth to speak – maybe apologize again but he cut in before she could get a word out, “Don’t say a word; just get inside and don’t come into work tomorrow. Take the day off” – his eyes were narrowed dark slits of pure rage. She got out and watched as he yanked the car into start and roared off. She hugged her arms around her body and hitched the strap of her purse higher on her slumped shoulder.

The minute she got inside the door of her apartment she leant back against it and burst into scalding hot tears. Trembling hands reached up to cover her wet cheeks and then scrub angrily at them, within seconds a towel came floating through the air and landed on her outstretched palm.

“Thank you Dennis” utter exhaustion dragged at her body but her mind was filled with whirling thoughts and images. She walked towards the bathroom, taking off Angel’s shirt to fold it and then laying it carefully on her bed; seeing it there made the tears fall faster.

She slowly undid the snaps of her pants, her dark hair falling in short waves over her face, comforting her slightly with the covering curtain of it. The shower was already running when she got inside the bathroom and a slight smile tugged at her full lips which then wobbled dangerously again.

“What would I do without you Dennis” it wasn’t a question and they both knew it. The temperature of the water was exactly as she liked it and she groaned in relief as the hot water sluiced down her body; beating her skin with soothing heat as she scrubbed roughly at every inch of skin.

After she’d finished washing she stayed in the shower; her head resting on the cool tiles. Strangely enough it was the later part of the night that refused to stay out of her aching and woolly from crying head.

Why did I say that, why? Dammit even in my bitchiest days did I ever say something so totally wrong? No. He hadn’t deserved it and she knew it, but worse was the fact that she’d finally hurt him like she’d been trying to do for the last few weeks.

Ever since that night in the ‘old’ new office; when he’d stood in front of her and threatened her, Her, Cordelia Chase, Girl Friday and best friend, she’d been out for blood, his anyway.

Before that she’d been angry and hurt yes – but afterwards it was as if she’d started to hate him and she’d welcomed the feeling, nurtured it even especially since he’d come back. Not helped by Wesley and Gunn just making a decision to take him back and leaving her with no choice but to go along with it.

The funny thing was, standing here in the shower she realized it had all been a sham, the hate had been a smokescreen to cover her own hurt; all resulting from that single destructive confrontation. The hurt caused by knowing, convinced by the look in his eyes that at that moment he had been willing to hurt her to get his way.

“Well by the looks of it I finally got my own back tonight”. She stood back from the spray and climbed wearily out of the bath. Her robe was waiting for her and several large fluffy towels – all supplied by the loving ghost.

“I guess I have some amends making of my own to do, Dennis; not exactly my forte but I have to at least try”. Just saying it made the shame less and the tears dry up – she had a plan, a vague one anyway.

“No more being Super Bitch to Angel”. That was a start – wasn’t it?

ANGEL

Angel didn’t drive back to the hotel, but drove aimlessly through the dark streets; avoiding the busier roads – looking for something to take his mind off his own dark thoughts and turbulent feelings.

“I give up” he said viciously, eyes on the road but seeing her instead. I’ve tried everything I can think of to make up for it – but no, none of it’s good enough for her. “No more – she can stew for all I care – I’ve had it with her”.

What made it worse was that he knew himself well enough to know that it was never that simple; somewhere along the way she had managed to make him care about her. Burrowed deep in his un-beating heart and he had no idea how to kick her out again.

He was as wound up as a spring and he knew damn well he would get no peace; so swearing a blue streak, he turned the car around and headed back.

He parked on the road a little ways down from the apartment block and walked the rest of the way until he got a good vantage point of her apartment window. All was dark – still cursing under his breath but resigned to the fact that he should have known better than to think he could just drive off, he entered the building.

He fished the key he still had, which she’d forgotten she gave him and which he deliberately didn’t remind her off and placed it in the lock. The door opened silently, into the apartment swathed in darkness with the only light coming from the closed curtains.

His white vest underneath the black leather duster, shone in the darkness as he stood by the door, “Easy Dennis, just checking on her”. There was no response from the ever protective ghost which was a good sign.

He walked towards her bedroom door and relaxed even more when it opened before he got there, another sign from Dennis that he was welcome. Welcome by Dennis anyway, he thought wryly.

She was curled up on her side with a hand tucked under her chin, relaxed in sleep but her face still bore the puffy look of recent tears, he felt his belly constrict at the sight.

He obeyed the impulse to get closer and crouched down so he could see her face better. His unknowingly hungry gaze traveled down her body, hidden from him by pajamas and bed covers. The scent of her warm body, so close and within touching distance teased his supernatural senses, curling around him like a fine mist of perfume – he inhaled deeply and kept it inside him, warming him.

His body still hummed with a mixture of anger and hurt, but to his shock something else started to form underneath them; something almost as dark and every bit as primal; desire. He shot up and started to back out of the room, warily watching the sleeping figure and trying to ignore the sudden heaviness of his groin.


PART 4

CORDY

She had seriously considered ignoring the ‘instruction’ to take a day off and the only thing that stopped her from going in was that it only would rile him up more if she did. Well that and the fact that – “Well duh! Day off,’ and under orders too. Not one to kick a gift horse in the mouth, she relaxed and reviewed strategies.

After some careful thought and several changes of mind; she’d decided to forgo the ‘impeccably tailored and yet hot’ look she normally went into work with; in favor of casual form fitting pants, matching vest top and training shoes. She left her hair loose and artlessly, but only slightly, disheveled and her carefully applied make-up was natural and understated. Overall she was pleased with her appearance, not too intimidating or obvious – especially to the male of the species, dead or alive, who had no idea about these things except how they reacted to it.

Thinking about that she experienced a weird little jiggle of excitement in her belly and pressed a hand to the offending area. “Hey stop that – Geeze get a grip. It’s not like he’s going to be … ya know ‘handling’ or anything”. Her belly jumped again and she slammed her apartment door shut and practically ran down the hall, before she changed her mind and called in sick.

She walked breezily in through the glass doors and down the steps into the lobby of the hotel. Startling poor Wesley who was used to the clickety clack of her high-heeled shoes to announce her arrival. So when she just appeared at the counter opposite him; he jumped a mile and nearly knocked the book he was reading onto the tiled floor.

Cordelia caught the book and smiled at him, “Jumpy much, Wes”? She asked him with an arched brow, before walking around and behind the counter to drop her oversized and overfilled bag underneath the desk.

Wesley glared at her and snapped the precious book shut, “Well I wouldn’t be if you hadn’t snuck in like that”. He pursed his lips and looked her over carefully. “Mind you, at least you’re dressed for a workout today and not a hot date”.

Cordelia ignored the reference to her clothes and busied herself tidying the already neat as a pin desk. “So Angel told you about that did he”? She looked at him measuringly. “Did he happen to mention why it came up”?

“No and I didn’t ask” replied Wesley, rummaging around under the counter for god knows what. After a few moments, he found it and came back up with a satisfied smile on his face. Holding the thermometer up in a victory salute he smiled benignly at her. “All I know is that I’m supposed to be training you in self-defense”.

She gaped at him, her mouth dropping open in shock at that matter-of-fact statement. “You are”? Her voice was raised and she was helpless to hide her disappointment at the news.

“Yes, Cordelia – me, is that a problem”? He stood with his arms crossed over his shirt and tie, looking at her with piercing blue eyes in a face carefully devoid of expression.

It took her a moment to reply. “No, no problem”. She hadn’t missed the flash of angry hurt that crossed his face before he wiped it clear. She turned on the laptop with a stiff finger and stared blankly at the screen, her mind buzzing with anger and disappointment. Luckily for her Wesley, satisfied with her reply had gone back to whatever he’d wanted the thermometer for. Missing the myriad expressions that crossed her face.

“So brood-guy is in avoid mode is he? HAH – If he thinks he can just ignore me…”

Angrily she tapped in her password, getting it wrong twice before she could log in. “Well boy is he in for a shock if he thinks Cordelia Chase gives up so easily. He’s gonna be begging for my attention by the time I’m done”

She’d decided they were going patch things up and so patch things up they would – even if she had to hit him over the head with a baseball bat to get through that thick head of his. She briefly thought about asking Wesley to refuse to do it. But Cordelia balked at having to explain herself, and also knowing Wesley as she did – he would demand to know what had happened.

No she would manage Angel all on her lonesome like always.

ANGEL

Angel was asleep and as usual, disturbing dreams flitted through his vulnerable and open mind, the control he exerted over his waking hours gone. Past friends, enemies and victims chased one another through his sleep-clouded subconscious, bringing with them the usual painful pleasure and ever present guilt.

Sometimes certain memories would get stuck and loop round and it would be as if he was reliving it. He hated those the most because they were always the ones that stayed with him for days. Today was one of those days.

He dreamt of Darla and how he’d pushed her through the glass doors into his bedroom. Then after picking her up off the glass-strewn floor; forced his kisses on her before dropping them both to the bed. In his dream he leant up to look down at her and then froze. Without him realizing it the dream had taken on a will of it’s own, warping the memory to suit its needs. The face that stared back at him was not that of the beautiful blonde vampire.

Darla was gone, replaced by Cordelia. Her normally radiant face was filled with fear and hazel eyes wide with panic. He wanted to stop, tried to move off and free her. But something wouldn’t let him. The cold angry despair of that night had changed to a flash-fire heat and driven by a nameless need; he pulled off her clothes instead and not even knowing or caring if she was willing, drove himself into her soft female warmth.

The heat inside him intensified and almost frenziedly his hips plunged and retreated, slamming and recoiling in a rhythm that was both fast and hard, trying to get as deep as possible. He buried his face in the fragrant curve of her neck and jaw, kissing and sucking her skin with a hungry, open mouth. All too soon the hot wet clasp of her around him and the soft, writhing curves of her body under his nearly overwhelmed his senses, and helplessly his back arched and bracing arms trembled with the force of an approaching orgasm.

Angel awoke and bolted upright. Horror and something else had him twisting from side to side and using both hands to frantically check the bed. Realizing he really was alone, and trembling with relief and reaction; he almost fell off the bed in his haste to stand, unsteadily, beside it. He was breathing heavily for no other reason than to feel the movement of air and help convince himself that this was real – this empty room and empty bed was real, and not the dream.

Normally Angel didn’t even notice or care about his own nakedness, but today he couldn’t bear it and so swiping up a pair of sweats, he hurriedly tugged them over his hips. Covered now; he stumbled over to the bathroom, desperately ignoring his aching erection.

Unknowingly mimicking Cordelia from the night before last, Angel stood with his dark head pressed to the plain white tiles as the water poured over his still shaking body. Afterwards he stood naked and dripping on the hard floor as puddles formed around his feet, staring unseeingly at the bathroom cabinet.

“I nearly kill a guy for trying to force himself on her; then I have a dream of raping her and get aroused”. He muttered hoarsely to the empty mirror; something he usually managed to successfully ignore. Hating himself for being a sick bastard; he punched it clear of the wall and then not bothering to clear up the wreckage, roughly dried himself and got dressed.

“I can’t go down there – can’t risk seeing her”, he had a sudden horrible image of Cordelia seeing right through him and running away, disgusted and hating him. He couldn’t bear that ever happening. So he would do whatever he had to do to make sure he got control of himself and these new feelings that until recently, he would have labeled as ludicrous.

He stood at the end of the corridor leading to the stairs down to the lobby. Just out of the sight of the three people milling about, working and playing around, ignorant of the black clothed figure watching them with brooding dark eyes. There was only one way he could leave the hotel in daylight and that was through the sewers. To get to them, he would have to go down the stairs and cross a portion of the lobby to the basement door. He gathered himself and then ran.

Gunn had been standing with his back to the lobby leaning against the counter and laughing at Wesley and Cordelia arguing over the computer. Wesley was trying to get access to it for some research he wanted to do himself and the brunette bombshell was having none of it. Then feeling a weird movement of air like a breeze – only not. He whirled round; his street honed instincts on full alert. It only took seconds for him to check out the doors and the stairs and seeing nothing, mentally shrug and switch his attention back to the entertainment.

BASEMENT – NEXT DAY

Cordelia stood opposite Wesley, arms akimbo and trying to relax. This was their second ‘session’ and after yesterday she was wearing a looser, thicker T-shirt and a sturdy sports bra. Less jiggle, and less red cheeks for the both of them.

“Cordelia, please will you concentrate”, pleaded Wesley for about the fourth time in as many minutes. She nodded her head and gave him an apologetic smile, even she couldn’t deny her distraction.

So far her plan was going to hell and all because of a stubborn vampire who didn’t even have the frickin’ courtesy to be around for the plan to work. So much for gently and slowly getting back to the way things used to be with no more bitching and sniping at him – unless she had a good reason of course, then she reserved the right to bitch like hell.

Well right then, she felt she had plenty of reason, “Asshole”, she muttered under her breath her full lips pouting. So distracted that she missed Wesley almost falling on his ass, trying not to connect with a blow she should have easily avoided, if she’d been paying attention.

“Cordelia”, Wesley was shouting now – that got her attention.

“What? Dammit, Wesley there’s no need to shout, I’m not deaf OK” frustration vibrated through both of their voices, although for totally different reasons.

“This is absolutely hopeless” whined, Wesley, throwing his hands in the air and whirling around to pace away and then back again, to face her narrow eyed stare with one of his own. Neither of them where aware of the large shadow at the top of the stairs, watching them.

“Well ya know, it’s not exactly on my job description this Wes, so don’t blame me if I’m not exactly great at it”

“You could be if you tried, you just need to apply yourself”. Wesley told her, all male superiority with a trace of teacher induced smugness.

“You apply yourself – me I’m going back upstairs and forgetting this whole stupid idea” If there was one thing she hated it was being condescended too. She was leaving before she lopped his head off with Angel’s throwing axe or something – by accident of course.

She had barely set foot on the first step when she caught sight of the figure lounging against the railing at the top and blocking her dignified and thoroughly justified exit. Hot, caustic words flew into her mouth, but she bit them back.

“Hi”, she said simply and left it at that. He didn’t reply at first but just walked down the stairs until both she and Wesley could see him. “Hi” he said back to her and she relaxed, his tone sounded utterly normal to her ‘vamp moodometer’ ears.

“Problem”? Angel asked Wesley, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning a hip on the rail of the last step.

“Cordelia doesn’t really want to …” began Wesley only to be interrupted by Cordelia – “Yes I do, it’s just …”.

“Hey, one at a time” Angel held up a hand and then looked pointedly at Cordelia, as did Wesley. With the both of them making her feel like she was under a microscope or something, she started to bristle with annoyance.

How do I get myself in these situations? “It’s NOT that I don’t want to be able to defend myself – I’m not stupid”, she glared at Wesley when she said the last bit, “It’s just …”, she faltered again. Dammit how do I say I want you to do it? She was still trying to figure out WHY it had to be Angel – she just knew it did. But she just couldn’t say it.

Both of them were looking at her, bemused and waiting for her to finish what she’d been about to say, “This is such CRAP!” she thought angrily to herself. “Look, let’s just forget it OK. I’ll go and find out about some classes or something”. Her face was flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and anger with the both of them.

She started to walk up the stairs but got no more than a foot before having to stop as Angel hadn’t budged an inch. She looked up to find him looking at her with weird expression on his handsome face – hard and piercing and his dark eyes glittered with some emotion she couldn’t remember having seen in them before.

Angel felt weird, in fact he couldn’t remember ever feeling as wound up as he was now, well OK – big exaggeration, but dammit this was all about Cordelia and he was still struggling to come to terms with that little gem.

He’d done nothing but brood over and avoid her for the last few days and nights, weeks if he was honest. She was his friend of that there was no doubt – he loved her true and she still drove him crazy with her chatter at times, but since he’d only been on the receiving end of the meaner side of her tongue recently, he’d even own up to missing the chatter.

That wasn’t the problem. The problem was he’d been standing watching them for the last twenty minutes and apart from marveling at the total lack of progress – had hated every minute of seeing Wesley touch her skin, hair, clothes or any part of her person for that matter.

This possessiveness of his was getting out of hand and while one part of his brain accepted that; the other didn’t give a shit – and that part was winning hands down. But he’d been willing to give it a chance, with Wesley who he trusted to look after her and not get ideas. But a stranger and so someone out of his control – no way and over his dead body, literally.

“You’re not having some stranger teach you how to fight, and anyway – all they know about is muggers and rapists, whose gonna teach you to fight the monsters?” He raised a brow to emphasize his point and then backed it up with a thumb pointed at his own muscular chest. “I’ll teach you”.

“I agree” chimed in Wesley and got ignored by both Angel and Cordelia – who seemed to be locked in some kind of mental communication, or maybe simply a battle of wills.

It was what she wanted but that funny tingling feeling was back in her belly and it was making her feel like she wanted to argue with him some more – whoa, apply mental brakes – reverse and REPEAT that she told her mental self. Since when did arguing with Angel rank No 1 in the Cordy ‘fun things to do list’. ?

“I’ll teach you” Angel repeated, his voice was quiet and it felt like there was only the two of them in the basement.

As if from a distance she heard herself agree, “OK”, she dropped her eyes and moved back into the room, crossing her arms over her breasts because they suddenly felt full and tingly. She hoped to God the nipples weren’t tight – how humiliating.

She heard Wesley tell Angel good luck in a humorous and resigned voice and then ‘quit the field’ by climbing the stairs. Back to his beloved books no doubt, she thought sourly. She turned to face him, having felt his approach and knew when he was close.

She felt so awkward standing in front of him, dressed as she was – which was more than the day before, so she burst out “Are we over that whole thing from the other night?” He just stared down into her face so she babbled some more.

“Ya know, the …”

“I know what you mean, Cordelia”. He interrupted her this time, not wanting her to repeat it, especially now they were here, right where he’d been trying to avoid ever since. Not to mention the whole dream- Don’t go there, he ordered himself and winced.

“Look, lets just forget about that and concentrate on the here and now OK”.

Cordelia nodded, more than happy to go along with him on that particular subject. “So, how do you want to do this”?

Good question Cor, how about we start with how to protect yourself from demons and then move onto – how do you protect yourself from me, “Lets just start from the beginning; getting and keeping your balance during a fight”.

“Wesley and I covered that bit” she complained, pouting a little and frowning at him.

“So show me” Angel replied and snapping out an arm, pushed her shoulder and then caught her so that she ended up with only his hands on her shoulders and one knee underneath her ass, holding her off the floor – totally helpless.Oh yeah, this is going to be great fun, she thought sarcastically.

“It’s a good thing you move fast buster – or I’d have some serious bruises on my ass”. She was still almost vertical and had to look up into his face, which was over hers.

“Don’t worry about bruises, you’re gonna get loads of em. It’s natural during training”. Let her up, asshole, he told himself and reluctantly pulled them both upright again.

“That’s easy for you to say, super healing vamp – me I’m a mere mortal remember”. This time it was her turn to point at her chest.

Angel struggled not to follow that slender finger with his eyes, he hadn’t failed to notice the tightness of her nipples earlier, which was why he hadn’t been able to speak for a few moments while he got over that little image and his bodies reaction to it. Thankfully her babbling had helped.

“That’s precisely why you have to train harder than anyone – you’re the weakest and need to be able to fight those that are stronger than you”.

She gaped at him, “You’re kidding right, how long’s that going to take – try forever”. A thought occurred to her and her eyes narrowed into dangerous angry slits, “I’m not the slayer and don’t want to be”, she told him anger making the tone harsh.

He didn’t take the bait, “I know you’re not, Cordelia, if you were we wouldn’t be here right now”. He moved closer, crowding her, wanting the conversation ended. “Now stop stalling and get ready”.

Cordelia really, really didn’t trust that smile and did her best to ignore the things it did to her insides.

***

A few hours later, exhausted and yes, a little stiff and sore; Cordelia lay in the lobby, draped over the couch with her legs up trying to relax with her head leaning against the armrest. She heard feet approaching and cracked open an eye.

“So, how did the first training session go”? It was Gunn and he looked genuinely amused but sympathetic too, so she let him get away with the amusement.

“Don’t ask – ever”. She throbbed all over, she ached in muscles she hadn’t even known existed and worse than all of that; she was jumpy and jittery and …. Oh my God, aroused? Horrified she sat up and looked frantically around, startling Gunn who reached out a hand to steady her.

“What’s up, what’s the matter Cor, c’mon you’re scaring me here”? Gunn was passed being amused, she looked really scared. What the hell had happened was it Angel – had he done something to her?

Cordy looked at him blankly and then shocked the living hell out of him with her next statement. “I need to get laid – fast”.

Part 5

Posted December 14, 2015 by califi in Complete