A soft glow lit the edges of the blackout curtains indicating daytime. Cordelia blinked and shut her eyes again, nuzzling her head back into the pillow. The heavy weight of Angel’s arm lay around her waist. It tightened, pulling her closer. He was so warm at this time of day, when they were skin to skin.
Cordelia smiled in her sleepy state, thinking about Angel’s hot body draped across hers and the delicious things he had done last night. There was not a millimeter of skin that had not been licked, sucked or stroked like he could not get enough of her taste.
Half the night was spent tracing patterns on her flesh, with his head buried between her thighs, talented tongue dancing pleasures upon her. The other half filled with an almost desperate need to stay connected, his hard shaft stroking deep inside her, and so slowly that it nearly drove her insane. She wondered how many times she could shatter into a million pieces and still crave his touch.
Sometime near dawn, they had showered together and then crawled back into bed. It was not a hardship at all not having to get up to go to school today. Cordelia knew she was stuck at the mansion for the duration. What better way to pass the time than to spend it in bed with her guy?
If only they could.
The shine suddenly started to wear off her morning after buzz. She remembered that Bev’s funeral was tomorrow. There was stuff she had to do today, including the phone call to Mrs. Finkle, her boss, who surprisingly had turned out to be one of Bev’s bingo buddies. She was kindly acting on Cordelia’s behalf to arrange a few last minute details for the funeral.
Then there was Isobel, whose face Angel had carefully sketched, now staring at her from the pad, which had been tossed on the floor during the night. Did her seduction scheme have anything to do with Angel being so voracious? Cordelia recognized the flash of jealousy for what it was, but Spike’s taunts about the beautiful vampiress being Angel’s type were still fresh in her mind.
Behind her, Angel started to stir, his morning erection pressing against her and his hand sweeping up to pull her closer. Nuzzling her hair aside, he kissed her throat. He stayed there with his mouth pressed to her skin, breathing her in, until Cordelia twisted around in his arms. Her leg hooked over his hip silently asking for what she wanted.
When his cock thrust deep inside her, Cordelia clutched his broad shoulders tight. “Harder,” she urged him when the rhythm slapped too lazily, too teasingly to wipe away all traces of what lay ahead. Pushing her sorrows and fears away, she took solace in the moment, feeling only pleasure and the thrill of possessing him.
Dressed in her blue tank top and casual black pants, Faith stepped into the study to tell Wesley that she was headed to the basement to work out. “Nice little set up Angel’s got down there.”
“Good, good. Go right ahead,” he muttered barely acknowledging her.
Miffed by the dismissal, Faith figured that Giles might have taken a break to spar with her, but she could see that her newbie watcher was bogged down in research. He looked kind of rough around the edges this morning, blue shirt crumpled, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, and his dorky little polkadot bow tie undone and hanging loose. The shadowy hint of beard stubble darkened his jaw. The man looked positively edible.
A crooked little smile tugged at her lips, cheeks dimpling devilishly. Suddenly, she was not in so much of a hurry to work out. At least, not down in the basement.
Moving a little closer, she checked him out from head to toe while Wesley remained oblivious to it. There were legal pads of notes, rubbings from the obelisk and book lain out in organized piles all around. She skirted around the research and finally reached the desk where he was studying a large map of Sunnydale.
Propping a hip on the edge of the desk, Faith leaned in close to see what he was up to. “Find anything?”
“Gah!”
Wesley jumped back, his arms wavering, colliding with a stack of books that turned topsy-turvy, and finally flopping over the arm of the couch with one leg in the air. It was the most spectacular act of klutziness Faith had ever seen.
Holy shit. This is my new watcher?
“Was that a seizure or are you just happy to see me?” Faith teased and held out a hand to help him back to his feet.
Wesley straightened up, squared his shoulders and cleared his throat. “I was merely testing your reaction time. There was plenty of opportunity for you to prevent that fall, which I staged, naturally.”
“Naturally,” Faith echoed while trying not to laugh.
As Wes scurried around to set his books back into their little pile, she started to head for the door deciding to go ahead with that workout. He was not catching her vibe at all.
“Faith, wait,” he held up a hand to stop her. “You’ve seen the obelisk. Been to that cemetery.”
What was he getting at? “Yeah.”
A funny gleam appeared in his eyes and Wes started gathering pads and paperwork. When his arms were full, he nodded toward the hall. “I think I’m on to something.”
“On something,” Faith muttered as she followed him toward the front door. “Where are you going? I thought we were on lockdown because of the vamps.”
Wesley paused and glanced toward the stairs. “Their status?”
“Sleeping. Most vampires don’t rise until sunset.” Though, she had to acknowledge that Angel kept strange hours for a vampire. Now it looked like Cordelia was also adjusting to his schedule. It was already early afternoon and there had not been a peep out of them.
“Plenty of time to run a little errand,” Wes headed for the door again. “I forgot for a moment that I need not deal with pure research. The obelisk itself is right here in Sunnydale. There is one rubbing that is not quite clear—a symbol that could provide a clue about the Rites of Tavrok.”
Faith was not opposed to the idea of a short jaunt across town, but it did screw with her plans. “So much for my workout.”
“Oh,” Wes glanced at her clothing, noticing for the first time what she was wearing. “I didn’t realize. Perhaps you can train with Buffy later.”
Having told him what her plans were when she first entered the study, Faith realized that Wes tended to focus deeply when he was thinking. “Whatever. Before we go, I had better check in upstairs. Let Cor know we’re heading out.”
With a nod, Wesley headed outside stating that he would meet her out front. Faith took the stairs two at a time. Reaching the second floor landing, she headed down the hall to Angel and Cordy’s room. A random sound alerted her that someone inside was awake. She grabbed the doorknob planning to pop her head inside to give them the news.
Before turning the knob, Faith heard something else. Squeaky springs. She leaned in close, pressing her ear to the door, unabashedly listening to her friends getting it on. From the sound of things, they were having fun.
Grinning, Faith released the doorknob and turned to go back downstairs. No need to bother Angel and Cordy right now. If Wesley did not take too long playing with his obelisk, they might even be back before they were finished. Feeling mildly horny, she wondered when she would find the opportunity to get laid again.
Wes was seated on a motorcycle at the bottom of the front steps. She knew he had purchased it yesterday, something that had surprised her. He seemed more like the moped type. There was a small storage compartment. He put his papers away and removed another helmet.
“All settled?”
“I didn’t bother them,” Faith took the helmet he handed her and swung onto the back of the bike. “They were getting busy.”
“With research? But I have the—,” Wes paused as her meaning sank in. Mortified, he said, “Dear God. Then I suppose we won’t be missed.”
Dear God is right. What an adorable dweeb. Hopping up behind Wesley, she wrapped her arms around his waist. “Motorcycles are hot. All that power between your thighs.” Wes’ spine stiffened as she leaned in close and propped her chin on his shoulder. “Kind of a turn on.”