Title: Fever. A Darkness Within Forum Fic
Author: CydneStorm
Rating: R/N-18
Category: Maybe a little angst. Mostly seduction and teasing
Content: A/C; A/C/W friendship
Summary: A twist on ‘She’. What if Jhiera’s Ko had affected Angel. Just enough to let the demon rise a little closer to the surface. Like in ‘Eternity’. Maybe it’s only temporary. Maybe it’s not..
Spoilers: None. S1
Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
Notes: Actually, I pecked this out this afternoon. An excuse not to work on the final chapter of EH. Scene opens with Angel being drawn to Jhiera while she explains the Ko then it jumps to Angel taking a bath, but only Cordelia comes looking for him.
Feedback: Yes please

“When the females come of age, Ko controls our physical and sexual power. It even signals when we are…aroused. But when it is removed…”

“You’re more easily controlled.”

“We marry who they command, serve without question.”

“But you escaped.”

“I thought I would die from the heat under my skin.”

“And the men, they respond to the Ko.”

“Yes. They tried to force… I am daughter to a King. One who promised happiness and a better life. If a few have to die to protect my people-”

“This is my city. Protecting the people I care about is my promise.”

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Water beaded over his skin, it glistened even under the dull lights of the basement apartment. Muscles rippled across his chest. Broad and hard it showed off the narrowing line of his tapered waist until Cordelia’s sight landed on the towel loosely wrapped around his hips.

“What are you doing?”

“I had to take a shower.”

“A show- Wesley and I nearly got burned from the inside out.”

“Are you alright? Where’s Wes?”

“He stayed behind. Someone has to follow the bad guys while you’re here getting all April fresh.”

Cordelia was tired, too tired to care about the bitch-slap threat radiating in her tone. She was Angel’s seer now, not just the hired help. It hadn’t been so long that the pamperings of a finer life had been forgotten. Suddenly the call of warm, fluffy bubbles sounded good. After all, she was the one fighting off demons while Angel was obviously relaxing. Maybe, Cordelia unconsciously seethed, Angel was tired from following Jhiera half the night.

“Already told you Cor. I needed a shower. I don’t like repeating myself.”

“Alrea-don’t like-What the hell’s gotten into you?”

His nostrils instinctively flared. Cordelia still smelled sweet from her morning bath, but the spicy aroma of her day now clung to her skin. He could smell the thin layer of sweat. Like incense, it burned as he pulled air into his lungs. Anger exuded from every pore, and Angel reveled in the glory of being its maker.

“It’s more like something getting out.”

“What’s that suppose to mean? And what’s with the Cor?”

“Sure you want to know?”

“What I want is for you to put your pants on.”


Cordelia couldn’t even remember Angel tugging on the towel. Like a movie scene fading into slow motion, it slid down his legs bunching around his feet. She had followed the slow descent to the floor, and Cordelia was determined her eyes wouldn’t wander.

“Is this Jhiera like a she-devil or something? Did she put a whammy on you?”

Fear… Tart and tangy, fear seasoned her fragrance almost making the redolence complete. All that was left; innocence aroused into passion. Cordelia had wanted him once. She would want him again.

“No, just eased the burden of the first one.”

“Why did I even ask?”

“Cause you care about me.”

“Well of course-”

I care about you Cordelia. I’ll always protect you.” Stepping over the clump of damp cotton, Angel sauntered closer, inwardly smiling as Cordelia instinctively backed away. “I take care of my possessions.”

“Possessions?” Her face tilted up to glare face to face, intentions of refraining from forbidden glimpses forgotten. “Forget whammy, you’re delusional.”

“Cor-Cor-Cor.” The soft echo of the single syllable purred against her face as Angel reclaimed his pursuit. “I like your name, how it rolls off my tongue.”

Cordelia had endured all the Don Juan evil vampire she could take for one night. Angel might have been hexed, again, but that didn’t mean she had to be a willing target. Besides, there was only so much naked Angel a girl was expected to resist. And being equally scared and aroused by the large protrusion jutting from Angel’s groin only added to her mounting confusion. She could feel her heart thumping inside her chest, which meant vampire ears could hear it.

“Then use it. Cor…del…ia.”

“You talk too much.”

“Excuse me?”

“Ssshhhh. You have a beautiful mouth Cor…del…ia. You just need to learn what nature intended for a mouth like yours.”

Angel purred again, snarks and barbs seemingly falling on deaf ears. His palms slipped around her hips sliding under her buttocks. Her legs were off the floor, the momentum guiding them around Angel’s waist as her back slapped against the wall.

“Oh God. Angel?”

“Hmmm, I like that too. Angel…God.”

His naked groin thrust against her center, his face nuzzled under her chin. Hot and savory, the spicy ambrosia engulfed him, making his mouth water against her throat. Cordelia shivered as his tongue swipe across her flesh, and Angel growled with feral pride.

“Angel please, we have to find Wesley.”

A distant voice called out warning Angel of lost friendships; but the demon hovered close, its practiced dominance soothing the soul’s fear of repercussion.

“Wes is a big boy. He can take care of himself.”

Cordelia was falling and Angel had become the light shining into her dark oblivion. His mouth, cool against her flesh, warmed as it slid over her throat. Arms capable of crushing her held her close, protecting her just as he had promised. She felt the wetness pool and simmer between her legs. Her breaths gasped, lungs struggling under Angel’s weight. It was called euphoria for a reason, it was beguiling, it was forbidden, and Cordelia didn’t care.

“You’re mine Cordelia. You understand now; don’t you?”

“Yes, God yes.”

“Prove it.” His voice was a raw husk. Hands that had held her close fisted her blouse ripping it open. “Give yourself to me.”

“Angel? Cordelia? Are you down there?”

The cry shrieked into their paradise, tainting the intoxicating rapture and pulling them back into cold reality.

“Oh God, not now.” Cordelia moaned as Angel’s rhythmic thrusts slowed then stopped.

“We’re not finished Cordelia.”

His mouth captured hers. Their first kiss, and fearing it would be their last, Cordelia surrendered, giving Angel the proof he had demanded. Tongues battled for dominance, quickly falling into the swirls and sweeps of a classical dance until lungs struggling for air forced their tango to end.

“Now that I’ve tasted you…I won’t ever be finished.” Angel eased back relishing the feel of Cordelia’s body slipping down his own.

“Wes, I’m coming up.” He called out, snatching his pants from the chair and jerking them over his hips as he hit the stairs. Halfway up, he turned back. His smile genuine, it hinted of the smug satisfaction lying beneath its warmth. “Soon Cordelia, soon.” The pledge crooned down the stairwell, an arched brow silently warning against contradiction.

Her legs too numb to stand under the weight of Angel’s promise, Cordelia slid down the wall until huddled on the floor. “No, just eased the burden of the first one.” His words echoed inside her head. If Jhiera did lift the curse, would it wear off? Could this demon be more powerful than the gypsies? Cordelia wondered if that was possible, and wondered if she’d survive this new Angel.

“Soon Cordelia, soon.”

The End…?


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