Title: Higher Learning
Summary: Table. Smut. It’s really very simple.
Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
Notes: here’s a rather obvious shout out to Gab’s Where there’s a wall, there’s a way in this nonsense because I just can’t stop reading the hot wall sex.
Feedback:Will make me want to lick you all over.
The pages were faded with age and disuse, words that meant little or nothing to a sunlit world blurred together into one long inky sentence beneath the muted light. The air was still and fermented with the sickly sweet aroma of musty tomes and lemon scented floor cleaner.
Only the lonely or dedicated milled around the City Library at this late hour, students with deadlines scribbled frantically in their messy notepads, broken hearts read with strangers for company and three people, or more precisely two humans and one vampire, sat around a large wooden table in a secluded corner surrounded by stacks, hunched over books that hadn’t seen the light of day for over fifty years.
This was not how Cordelia Chase had intended to spend her Saturday night.
It didn’t surprise her that instead of eating in some fabulous five star restaurant, catching a late movie or just slobbing on the couch in her favourite sweats, she was thumbing idly through a a book that should have been put out of its misery long ago.
Pissed her off, sure.
Not in the least.
Ever since Buffy Summers had barrelled into Sunnydale, bringing with her the truth that the monster under your bed really did exist and would quite happily eat your eyeballs just for the fun of it, Cordelia had spent more nights reading about myths and prophecies than was probably healthy.
LA was meant to change that. No more Hellmouth, no more Slayer, no more random kidnappings or attempted decapitations.
Just her inevitable stardom and wealth.
It had been a simple plan.
Yet, here she was, eyes hurting, back aching, stomach growling and no Xander to send out for donuts.
Cordelia slammed her book shut with a loud thump that echoed around the room, startling the two men that had been engrossed, or were at leastpretending to be engrossed, in their own books.
“Do you ever get the feeling your life is just one big joke?” the brunette asked without segue way.
Wesley removed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“What’s wrong?” the vampire asked.
“Now or in general?” Cordelia sighed as she slumped in her uncomfortable chair.
Angel’s frown deepened, the small line that appeared between his eyebrows was a clear indicator of his confusion.
“Never mind,” she waved her hand in a gesture for him to ignore her then opened the book to a random page.
Angel and Wesley shared a questioning look then continued with their own research.
Five minutes ticked away before the sound of a book slamming shut once again made them both jump in their seats.
“Why are we doing this?” Cordelia demanded only to be shushed from the other side of the stacks.
She paid no attention to the reprimand.
“Because the Library has a more extensive collection on Greek mythology than I have and we need to do as much research as we can if we want to defeat-”
“It’s Saturday night,” Cordelia cut of the ex watcher before he could build up to a nice long lecture on the necessity of always being prepared. “I had plans.”
“Yes, well, we all had plans-”
“Ah, but mine were big plans,” she insisted, her gaze darting toward the smirking vampire opposite her
“Big, huh?” Angel cocked an eyebrow at her.
Cordelia saw his eyebrow and raised one of her own, a mischievous grin licking at the corners of her mouth.
“Oh, the biggest,” she practically purred.
“How big?” Angel asked, leaning forward in his chair, the book in front of him now long forgotten.
“Hmmm, about this big,” Cordelia held her hands up and slowly began to separate them.
Four inches, five inches, six, seven, eight….
“Thank you Cordelia, you have now scarred me for life,” Wesley rolled his eyes as he stood up, interrupting the heated gaze that was being shared between vampire and seer. “Look, the sooner we finish, the sooner we can go home and you two can get with your…plans. I don’t like being spending my evening here anymore than you do, so just…just do as I ask and stop complaining like a child,” he ordered sharply, trying to sound like a boss should and failing miserably.
Cordelia glared at him.
Wesley felt the sudden urge to turtle into his sweater.
“Please?” he asked her tentatively.
“Fine,” she rolled her eyes and picked up her pencil even though she had no intention of using it.
“Good,” Wesley smiled, thoroughly pleased with himself, “I’m going to call Gunn and see if he’s had any luck at Caritas.” When he received no reply from either Cordelia or Angel, Wesley shrugged and left the two to research.
Twirling the pencil through her fingers, the young woman listened to the Englishman’s footsteps as they tapered off into the distance, leaving their end of the library once again in silence.
For a moment she considered actually doing as Wesley had asked.
But for only a moment.
Instead, her eyes fastened on the vampire sitting opposite her, who, to her surprise, was once again diligently translating the passages he’d been given.
Which was odd when you considered how bad Angel was at taking orders from Wesley.
Things became a little clearer as she watched him shifting uncomfortably in his seat, his hand disappeared beneath the table for a second in a movement that looked suspiciously like the age old lunch box readjustment.
The corners of Cordelia’s lips twitched into a knowing smile.
The last week had passed in a blur of vision pain and helping the helpless, leaving little personal time for those at Angel Investigations. Until Saturday night. Their one and only night off and Cordelia had indeed had big plans for the evening, big plans that had involved Angel, a bed, a silk scarf and a tub of Ben and Jerry’s.
Amongst other things.
But just as things were getting interesting, their fun had been brought to an abrupt halt by insistent knocking at Angel’s bedroom door. I think I’ve found a something, Wesley had said confidently after the vampire had demanded to know what the hell the Englishman wanted in a growl that made his eyes shift to gold.
With much cursing of the ex Watchers timing, they’d pulled on their clothes and fought the good fight.
Even if the good fight was researching Greek mythology.
From the way Angel was fidgeting in his seat, Cordelia could tell the events of earlier that evening were still on the vampire’s mind.
Lucky for him, he wasn’t the only one.
“So….” Cordelia said and leant her elbows on the table, she didn’t need to look down to see that in this position Angel could easily see down her shirt.
“So?” Angel parroted her, his eyes instantly fixed to her cleavage.
His tongue slid out over his bottom lip like a snake scenting prey.
“How long d’ya think Wes will be gone?” the brunette asked as she oh so innocently tapped the end of the pencil against her bottom lip.
Angel’s gaze fluttered from her lips to her chest then back again.
“Not nearly long enough,” he smirked, a promise flickering in his eyes.
“That’s a shame,” Cordelia sighed theatrically, letting the pencil trail down the side of her throat. Angel watched the pencil’s journey as it dipped into her clavicle before it danced teasingly between her breasts.
The vampire leant back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Cor, we’re in a library,” Angel informed her, knowing exactly what she was up to.
“Really? I hadn’t noticed,” she rolled her eyes affectionately at him.
“We’re not having sex in a library,” he elaborated, clearly insane.
“Who said anything about sex? I didn’t say anything about sex,” Cordelia said innocently as she stood up.
She reached her arms over her head and stretched, a happy groan falling from her lips as the muscles in her back were brought back to life. The brunette bent backwards ever so slightly until she felt the front of her blouse began to strain against her chest.
“Mmm, that felt good,” she murmured as she straightened up.
Angel shifted in his seat once again.
Trailing her fingers over the large bookcase that separated them from the rest of the library, Cordelia walked slowly to Angel’s side of the table, her hips swaying with every step she took.
“This is a public place,” Angel insisted, even though he was unsure why he was insisting.
“And you’ve cared about that since when?” Cordelia raised her eyebrows at him as she moved to stand behind him.
“Doing it against a club wall is completely different from doing it in a library, there could be children here-”
“They’re all tucked up nice and safe in their beds,” she whispered in his ear, “just like we should be,” her tongue flicked out to taste his earlobe, “c’mon baby, you know you wanna,” her hands slid down the solid expanse of his chest, sneaking beneath his shirt so she could feel his cool skin against her the palms of her hands, “no one can see us and I’ll be really quiet,” she grazed her teeth against the side of his throat before sucking sharply at the sensitive flesh
Cordelia smirked when she noticed that Angel was beginning to pant for unneeded air.
“Angel,” she whispered his name like it was the most delicious thing she’d ever tasted, “don’t you want me, baby?”
When her nails trailed roughly over the hard tips of his nipples, Angel gave up any semblance of propriety.
At least he’d tried.
Cordelia wasn’t sure how it happened, one moment she was standing behind Angel, working on a healthy sized hickey on the side of his throat and the next she was sprawled on her back on top of the book laden table with a vampire towering over her.
“Change your mind, huh?” she smirked victoriously.
“If we get arrested, it’s entirely your fault,” Angel grinned before he captured her mouth in a kiss that always made her head spin and her knees weak. Cordelia threaded his fingers through his hair, grasping roughly at the gelled spikes as the vampire plundered the sweet cavern of her mouth, mewling softly as the his tongue swept a promise of what was to come along the roof of her mouth.
It took all Cordelia’s willpower to pull her lips away from Angel’s.
“Wuh?” Angel frowned, confused.
“No time. Kiss later. Sex now.” Cordelia grunted as she fumbled with his belt buckle, a growl echoed in the vampire’s chest when she sucked hotly on his bottom lip.
Angel’s pants hit the floor with a quiet whoosh.
He didn’t need to be told twice.
Grasping Cordelia behind her knees, Angel pulled the brunette to the edge of the table. Her skirt rode up her thighs at the movement, revealing her lush thighs to the vampire’s hungry hands. Sword callused fingers danced tortuously slowly up the insides of her thighs, leaving a trial of goose bumps in their wake.
A cell phone beeped somewhere in the Library and its owner was quickly scolded, but neither vampire or seer heard or cared about it as Angel’s fingers curled around the elastic of her panties, dragging them down her legs until they fell silently to the floor.
Fisting the lapels of Angel’s leather jacket, Cordelia tugged the vampire down on top of her. She stole another kiss that made the world spin around them as her hand curled round his cock, silently demanding what she wanted.
“Cordy,” Angel groaned, the heat of her small hand surrounding him and the sight of the woman he loved laid like an offering to up high, spread fire through his dead veins.
“Now,” Cordelia ground out huskily as she rubbed herself against the hard evidence of his desire.
There would be time for slow and sweet later.
Jaw twitching with tension, Angel gripped her hips with a need that would leave bruises on her perfect skin in the morning. He watched, entranced, as Cordelia’s back arched as he slipped inside her slick folds, her wet heat scorching the head of his cock as he stilled his movements.
Cordelia bit her lip to stop the loud groan that threatened to tumble out of her as Angel teased her with his shallow entry, her hands bit into his shoulders, desperately urging him for more.
“C’mon,” she panted into his mouth, her legs twinning around his hips as she tried to impale herself on his length.
“Shh,” Angel hushed her, his tongue tasting the dip beneath Cordelia’s bottom lip, “someone will hear.”
“Let them,” she clenched her muscles around him, making Angel’s eyes roll back with pleasure, “tick tock, Angel, we’re on the clocknurgh!” Her complaints were abruptly cut off as Angel thrust his hips forward, burying himself completely inside her.
“Yessss,” Cordelia hissed as he finally filled her.
“Fuck,” the vampire agreed with a low groan as he began a long slow rhythm, pulling almost entirely out of her before sliding back in, again and again and again until Cordelia no longer knew her own name.
Unneeded breath caught in Angel’s throat at the vision before him, her head thrown back, hair a lustrous tangle over dark wood and ancient tomes, cheeks flushed and eyes wide, Cordelia was pleasure made corporeal. She was his, her body, her heart, everything she had belonged to him just as everything he had belonged to her. The thought made his head spin and his cock throb painfully inside her.
“You’re amazing,” Angel murmured as he cupped her full breasts, his thumbs worrying the distended peaks of her nipples as he continued to piston into her. Cordelia was beyond words, jaw slack and breasts heaving, an electric storm ignited through her body, sparking fissions of wicked fire in her ever cell, the only word should could manage was-
-and that was fine with the vampire.
Grasping the opposite side of the table for purchase, Angel blanketed Cordelia completely, the sides of his jacket hiding their connection if an unwanted stranger happened to stumble upon them. Their slow steady dance changed in tempo as their hips met in the rhythm of some far off distant drum. Cordelia buried her face into the crook of Angel’s neck when the urge to shout her pleasure to the entire Library rose up like a tsunami, her fingernails bit into the leather that shrouded his shoulders as she tried to contain the words that wanted to spill from her lips.
The table creaked loudly against the wooden floor with every thrust and parry but there was no way they could stop, not now, not ever, not even if the entire population of LA were listening in. Wrapped in their own private universe, Cordelia and Angel hurtled towards oblivion, half muffled grunts and groans filled the quiet corner as their movements became increasingly frantic, desperate to find their bliss, to lose themselves in their carnal dance.
“Angel…uh..god…don’t stop please don’t sto-oh god, I’m gonna-ahhh!” Cordelia couldn’t contain the loud keen that fell from lips as her orgasm shuddered through her, her back arched like a bow as a thousand supernovas erupted in her womb, spreading through her body wild fire.
The edge of the table splintered under Angel’s strong fingers as Cordelia’s tight walls fluttered and clenched around him, her release rocked through his cock, catapulting the vampire to his own with a rough jerk of his hips and a roar that cut sharply through the silence.
When the world crept back in increments, Angel lifted his head and sipped a soft kiss from Cordelia’s smiling lips.
“That was fun,” she murmured with a sigh.
“Mmm,” Angel agreed, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck. He knew he was touching heaven in this moment, Cordelia’s soft pliant body wrapped around his, her fingers running soothingly through his hair, the scent of their love seeping into his skin.
It was perfection, home, everything the vampire thought he’d never have, all right here glowing with a satisfied smile beneath him.
“I don’t deserve you,” Angel said, brow drawn together in thought.
“You’re right, you don’t,” Cordelia cupped the side of his face, “but there’s no way you’re getting rid of me now, so don’t even try,” she smiled and Angel knew without a doubt that there was nothing better than this.
“I love you,” the vampire whispered as though it were a secret, as though the world didn’t already know how they burnt for each other
“Good, cos I love you too.”
Of course, this peaceful moment didn’t last long.
“The books! You had sex on the books! Is nothing sacred to you two?!” Wesley yelped indignantly, face flushed with equal parts anger and embarrassment at the scene he’d just walked in on.
“Umm…oops?” Cordelia tried her best to look chagrined. Angel bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from laughing.
“Oops?” the Englishman blustered, “Oops? Do you have any idea how rare some of those books are?!”
“Jeeze Wes, don’t pop a vein,” the brunette rolled her eyes.
“And you!” he pointed an accusing finger at the vampire, “have you no restraint, man?!”
“No, not really,” Angel answered evenly causing Cordelia to erupt into a fit of laughter.
She hid her face in Angel’s shoulder when Wesley glared at her like a disappointed parent.
“Well…well…you should! Last week you flashed poor Fred and tonight you’ve given the entire Library a show, there is a time and a place for this sort of thing and oh my god I’m channelling my father,” Wesley’s shoulders slumped with the realization that he was turning into his parents.
The ex watcher took of his glasses and rubbed his eyes.
“We have been politely asked to never step foot in this building ever again. You and your overactive libidos has got me banned from the Library. Banned!”
“Sorry, Wes,” Angel apologised, forcing the laughter back down where it had come from. He could feel Cordelia shaking beneath him, causing a very familiar reaction in certain parts of him.
“Um, can we get a little privacy here?” Angel nodded to his and Cordelia’s current situation.
“Privacy? You want privacy? That’s what a bedroom is for! Just because you’re foot lose and curse free doesn’t mean you have to hump like bunnies at every opportunity you get, we have a mission that we’re meant be…dear god, you’re having sex again aren’t you?” Wesley spluttered when he noticed the slight rocking motion of Angel’s hips.
“No,” Angel and Cordelia lied at the same time.
“Scarred for life!” Wesley repeated his earlier words then spun on his heel and strode quickly out of the Library, face blushing furiously at his two friends antics.
He really needed a girlfriend