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Freedom’s Prize 2   1 comment

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

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

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

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

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

Then, only then, would he take her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Close, so close.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



Posted December 19, 2015 by califi in Complete

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Posted December 19, 2015 by califi in Complete

Counter Moves 2   1 comment


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

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

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

No one else was allowed to!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t you dar…!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Smuttyfic Finished. *phew*


Posted December 19, 2015 by califi in Complete

Counter Moves   Leave a comment

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A hot, gorgeous, generously endowed woman.

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

It was time to formulate a plan… or ten!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He had to see more!

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

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

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

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

This was what dreams were made of!

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Something occurred to her.

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

“Saving the kitten” he responded dumbly again.

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


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

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

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

“Sure, and stay out of trees”

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

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

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


Posted December 19, 2015 by califi in Complete