Part 2
Angel sat on the bed waiting; the covers turned back and ready for her. Cordelia emerged from the bathroom freshly showered and wearing a pair of Angel’s silk boxers that were entirely covered by his much too big silk shirt. Unsure of what to do next she stood in the doorway; the light from the small room casting a halo around her feminine form.
The woman was beautiful; her body only partially covered by his clothes. She smelled of his soap causing Angel to stifle a possessive growl as he inhaled the pleasing aroma into his lungs. Jerking from the bed like a nervous school boy he lifted the covers beckoning her to him. “Come to bed Cordy.”
Never taking her eyes from his she slipped between the cool sheets. Angel lowered the covers gently tucking them around her. “Thank you. I‘m glad I stayed.”
He eased down to sit next to her. Again he thought about how childlike she seemed. But even sadness could not dull her beauty. “You need me and I need you.” He ran his fingers through her hair pushing a few wild strands away from her face. “You sleep; I’ll be right here.”
Angel begrudgingly pulled himself from her. He wanted to crawl between the sheets knowing they would be warm from the heat of her flesh and rest his weary body next to hers. He wanted to be warmed by that flesh but instead made his way to the cold leather chair and settled himself with a heavy sigh.
The vampire needed to get a rein on his emotions. That’s all it was he thought; their emotions were running high. They had both lost their friend. It was natural to feel a need to be close at a time like this. All he needed was some uninterrupted brood time and he would be fine.
Allowing his thoughts to drift, Angel remembered how it had felt to leave Buffy. He looked at the beautiful woman stretched out on his bed as he shook the realization creeping into his thoughts. Her breathing became calm and even and her heart rate slowed as Cordelia drifted deeper into her slumber. Hoping he could finally relax Angel pushed himself from the chair and headed to the bathroom; stopping at the door for one last look as he again pushed aside the revelation trying to take shape. Prying his gaze from the luscious landscape, equally intoxicating and forbidden, Angel entered the bathroom locking the door behind him.
The hot water felt good beating against his tired and tense muscles. Resting his head against the cool tiles he sighed in relief as his muddled mind began to clear. He had been right the first time. All his confused thoughts had been from the pain of losing his friend; the pain of seeing Cordelia so hurt and vulnerable. All this was normal. It was normal. He had to keep telling himself it was normal and it would pass. Squeezing his eyes shut, he rapped his forehead against the tiles that now felt hard. This was not normal. Nothing he was feeling was normal. Normal was not wanting to take your friend to bed, strip her bare and press her hot flesh into yours. Normal was not wanting to bury yourself inside her refusing to ever leave. What the hell was going on? He had gone insane over Doyle’s death; that was the only rational explanation.
He needed to get away from her for a while. He would get dressed and go upstairs; still close enough if she needed him but hopefully far away enough to clear his mind. Angel laughed at his foolishness. Cordelia Chase on a better day would pin his ears back for daring to entertain such sensual thoughts about her. The crush Cordelia Chase had on him when they first met ended exactly two seconds after she found out he was a vampire. Cordelia Chase may accept his vampire state more than anyone he had ever known but she had never given any indication that she was attracted to it. Now Angel was finally feeling better; he could finish his shower and get some much needed rest. Stepping back under the hot spray he began to relax leaving all the weirdness behind. Of course he wasn’t insane and if he wasn’t insane his friend was not in danger of being violated by his insanity induced lust.
“No! Don’t leave me! Come back! …..Angel?” Cordelia’s screams penetrated the locked door invading his refuge. Angel spun the knob turning the water off before jumping from the shower and running to the screaming girl. He found her hovering at the foot of the bed sobbing into the twisted blanket. Not yet realizing he had rushed from the bathroom naked and wet he swept his arms around her and soothed her cries with delicate kisses and soft hushes. Taking them back to the head of the bed he eased her head down onto the pillows keeping her body wrapped inside his.
“Sshhh Cordy. It’s alright. Hush baby. I’m here, don’t cry.” Angel cupped his hands around her face placing a chaste kiss on each tear filled eye. His fingertips caressed the back of her neck with soft, reassuring touches. Strong, gentle hands stroked down her arms before sweeping up her spine to pull her into a loving embrace. Desperate to touch her anywhere he could reach he wanted her to feel his closeness, to know that she was safe.
“Is this what it felt like when you left Buffy; the loneliness?”
Words quivering from the recent sobs echoed inside his head. “What? Buffy? No.” Angel stared into the deep hazel pools that pierced his soul. Did she think he was using her to lessen his loneliness? “Cordy….What are you talking about?” His words a faint whisper against her face.
She lowered her face not wanting him to look at her. “It hurts so much. You just want to feel something that doesn’t hurt so bad.”
Angel cupped her face again and brought her eyes to his. His heart ached with the pain and loneliness he saw there. He wanted to take all the pain into himself and make her whole again. “I know baby, I miss him too but we’ll get through this together. And Buffy…..this has nothing to do with Buffy. This is just you and me Cordy.”
Cordelia nodded her understanding and placed several gentle kisses across his face. Her kisses were warm and sweet against his skin. Angel felt his naked form rub against her and tensed at the realization. Too late for forethought he was grateful he didn’t blush. Her arms slid around his waist; pressing her hands against his back to bring him closer. “Angel you’re wet….and naked.”
His skin and hair, still dripping with the cool water from his shower, had made the sheet wet; made the thin, silk fabric covering her body wet and clinging to her full rounded breasts. “I know.” Kisses hungry and intent covered her face, her mouth, her throat. Loose buttons lost their hold. Fabric separated offering him a teasing view of her luscious breasts. He kissed and licked his way down the exposed flesh. Hands gripped the unwanted fabric that kept her hidden from his touch, his taste. Damp silk collided with damp silk as it slid down her body; the treacherous cloth tossed to the floor in an abandoned heap. He pushed her body into the mattress covering it with his. Finally her hot skin was pressed into his and he would never lock himself away from it again. He devoured her mouth; soft and inviting it opened to his thrusting tongue.
What was she doing? This was Angel. Buffy’s Angel and Buffy doesn’t share. Is this what people do when they’re hurting? She remembered the pain, both physical and emotional she had felt after Xander’s betrayal. She couldn’t remember wanting to do this though. Maybe losing Doyle was different. Maybe that was why her head spun with unfamiliar desire and longing; a desire she didn’t think she could say no to. Following his lead she pushed her tongue past his lips sliding it against his blunt teeth. His lips closed around it sucking on the sweet flavors discovered there.
Her chest tightened with the need to breathe. He reluctantly released her mouth but found a new treasure waiting. He worshipped her breasts with his hands, his mouth, and his tongue. First one then the other; moving back and forth kissing and nipping and sucking and kneading the delicious, perfect orbs. Her body lifted with an ache for more and she tried to fist his hair, needing to press him harder against her. Returning to her mouth, red and swollen from his demanding kisses, he eased himself up with his knees just enough to allow his hand to slide down her moist, slick skin. His touch light and feathery lingered for a moment at her ribs before continuing its journey and resting on her flat stomach. The hand seemingly content to caress the soft fleshy plane itched to feel the warm moisture hidden by her closed thighs. Separating his knees he eased her legs further apart.
Keeping his hand still he interrupted the courting dance of their lips. “Open your eyes baby.” Words filtered through the lustful storytelling sounding in her head. Questioning eyes met his as his hand slid closer to its goal and fingers twirled in the small patch of dark hair. “I can stop. We don‘t have to do this if you‘re not ready.” He needed her to want more; needed for her not to regret him pushing her further than she was ready to be taken. Touches hungry and demanding did not hide the innocence that guided them. His body shook as the angry demon battled with his decision to wait for her consent.
Cordelia had already made her decision not to allow rational thinking to interfere. Desperate to hold onto the fairytale her mind had created she devoured his mouth with hers, just the way he had shown her. Cordelia’s hand trembled as it brushed down his stomach to stroke his hardened length with unsure touches. Angel’s growl became a muffled moan against her mouth as his hand closed around her wet mound. His fingers teased and separated the moist lips. Unskilled hands moving up and down his rigid shaft rattled the barely contained beast. Needing to interrupt her movement he placed his hand over hers. Pulling from their kiss her eyes flashed with confusion. “Was I doing it wrong?”
“No baby. It felt good…so good but I’m so close.” Angel stretched her arm over her head holding it there with his hand. “If you keep touching me like that I won’t last. Next time you can touch me.” Too satisfied with her performance she didn’t try to hide the sly smile that crept onto her face. Angel eased one finger into her slick, tight opening. Responding to the cool invasion Cordelia’s hips lifted from the mattress and she pulled against the hand confining her arm. Angel held her tighter forcing her body down as he pushed deeper into her hot channel. Preventing any movement, he made her wait for his hand to give the pleasure her body sought. Eyes squeezed tight and breaths became pants as his finger repeatedly pulled out and pushed into her; forcing the tight walls to allow his entry. Satisfied he had regained control he released her arm and his mouth travel down to join his plunging finger. As much as he enjoyed her enthusiasm Angel’s ego couldn’t handle the inexperienced girl rocking his control; he had no choice but to punish her with mind shattering orgasms again and again.
Teasing licks tickled the moist lips shielding the wet heat inside causing her hips to squirm and wiggle free of the devilish tongue. Pulling his long finger from its tight encase he smirked at her effort. Determined to bring her first scream he ignored the resulting whine and grabbed her hips as his open mouth latched onto her juicy heat. Her hips bucked against his grip as his tongue probed her hot passage. Bending her legs she placed the flat of the feet against the mattress to push from the invasion. Raising just enough to hover, Angel lifted her hips and jerked the luscious fruit back against his waiting mouth and tongue. “God…stop…too much…wait.” She begged and the demon roared; plunging as deep as the tight walls would allow. His tongue relented briefly to lap against her swollen nub causing her body to jerk and spasm. Victory seconds from being his, he closed his mouth around the source of her protest sucking without mercy. “Jesus….don’t….yes…don’t stop.” As the orgasm took over, her body shuddered and vibrated; legs flailed as small fists beat against the mattress. The juices came in a gushing flow and he lapped and slurped greedy for every drop. He eased his torment to light kisses and nibbles as her body quivered through the lingering explosions. Spent she melted into the mattress sounding a contented sigh. Skin slick with sweat slid up dewy, moist curves and he covered her lips with his; wetting her dry mouth with his juice laden tongue. Angel rolled his body off her; turning on his side and pulling Cordelia into his arms.
Breathless euphoria restricted her words to heavy puffs. “Angel…that was so…you were so…we should open another business…we’d be rich.”
“Doing what?” Angel asked enjoying the sated blush on her skin.
“Selling you…well renting you.”
“You think so, huh. You’d share me with other women if it made you money?”
“I don’t know, maybe; I know they’d pay.” She glanced him a quizzical look. “What about you…I mean you didn’t. Is that what you meant about next time?”
“I’m not waiting for next time Cordy.” He leered at her as he fisted his rigid shaft wanting her to see he was hard and ready. “We’re not finished baby.”
“Huh?” Cordy questioned; surprised by his answer and even more surprised by his hand’s provocative activity.
“There’s much more Cordy. I was just letting you catch your breath…before I take it again.”
“God Ang….” Her words were cut short as he rolled on top of her, capturing her mouth as his weight pressed her into the mattress.
“There’s so much more for us to share.” He whispered between passionate kisses readying her for the next step. “So much more I want to show you.” His words had never rung truer in his head. This wasn’t just one time. This was the first time with many more to follow. He would show her pleasures her imagination couldn’t even began to conjure and he would teach her how to pleasure him. He slid a finger into the already over stimulated passage; easing a second to rest beside it. He flexed and separated the long digits preparing her for the much larger intrusion to come. The warm moisture resumed its flow; coating his fingers as her inner walls contracted in the rising heat. Satisfied she was as ready as his talented fingers could accomplish he fisted his shaft, now bulging hard and bursting with an ache to be relieved.
Mounting her he lifted her legs just enough for her knees to bend spreading her wider to allow his hips to settle between them. He pushed until the head of his shaft felt the resistance that guarded her young innocence. Her heartbeat accelerated as her breathing turned into a gasping pant. Instinct warned her to push against this new invasion; the first had sent her into a sensual overload but pain had not been a part of it. Gripping her shoulders to stop her struggle Angel stilled his movements. “Cordy please don’t ask me to stop…not now.”
“I won’t it’s just that I haven’t….and this feels…uh…”
“I know baby; but you trust me?
“Of course; but…your big all over aren‘t you?” Angel chuckled at her nervous prattle.
“Then relax Cordy and let yourself trust me to do this. I promise in a few minutes this will make anything you felt earlier a faded memory.” Anticipating his delicious promise she nodded her consent; slipping her arms around his broad shoulders and clasping her hands at the back of his neck.
Angel busied her anxious thoughts with kisses deep and passionate and began a series of short, shallow thrusts. Relaxing and feeling a little more confident she returned his kisses with newfound ardor; pushing her tongue out to battle with his. Believing his restraint was already stretched well beyond its limit Angel pulled almost completely out of her before clutching her hips and thrusting back in. Breaking past the barrier he buried his engorged shaft to the hilt and settled his weight fully over her trembling form.
Cordelia dug her long, crimson dipped nails into the flesh of his neck hoping the rasping burn would stop before splitting her apart. He held her trapped under his heavy weight; relishing the heat that radiated through his shaft as her barely yielding core closed tight around him. “Jesus, Cordy.” So hot inside he thought his flesh would burn in the wet fire.
Restraint shattered, he pulled and pushed then followed with strokes and thrusts. Her body learning the dance and now eager to join; round, feminine hips lifted and rotated squeezing the already tightfisted hold on his burning sex trapped inside. They danced and played spreading and blending the dew like moisture that covered their skin.
Her core, still virginal tight, constricted as the impending climax washed over her causing Angel’s body to jolt from the intense burning squeeze surrounding his buried shaft. Feeling her near the edge he plunged, pounding her with relentless abandon; wanting them to ride the waves together. “Now baby, cum for me Cordy.”
Cordelia Chase discovered a secret place filled with exploding stars that bathed her with passion vibrant colors. The liquid fire swallowed Angel body and soul. His rigid shaft plunged into searing heat as his soul surrendered to cool, blue flames. “Angel!” She screamed as her body was saturated and overflowed with a shower of radiating lights and colors. Angel clung to the woman writhing beneath him as he rode the celestial explosion. Desperate to sate the hunger he spread her wider beneath his thrusting hips. Pulsing walls of molten heat squeezed and sucked his throbbing shaft deeper into her depths. “Cordy…heaven. Yesss…take it.” He hissed his plea coating her flame with his milky, cool seed.
“Please Angel. Yesss.” Lifting her hips she met his final thrust milking the last droplets of his soothing cream; she cursed the world that had kept this place hidden from her far too long.
Angel rolled his weight off her and settled on his back; tugging Cordelia with him so that her body rested on his. Her head on his chest he smoothed the wet, shiny hair from her face; blowing cool puffs against her hot skin.
Exhausted and content they drifted into a peaceful slumber; the world outside their sanctuary forgotten.