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Possession Is Nine Tenths Epi   1 comment


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.


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.





Posted December 15, 2015 by califi in Complete

Possession Is Nine Tenths 8   1 comment


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”.

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.


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.


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”?


Posted December 15, 2015 by califi in Complete

Possession Is Nine Tenths 7   1 comment

Part 7


“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.


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.


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.


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?


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.


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