Title: Eye to Eye…Contact. II
Summary: C/A staring contest. 500-word challenge. Sequel to Eye To Eye…Contact by Califi’s E2E-Cordy’s POV. This is Angel’s POV.
Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
Notes: Okay I took my own 500 word challenge and wrote a companion piece to Cali’s. This is Angel’s POV of the staring contest. It’s not the fun stuff that Sach gave you because in my world, Angel is already head-over-heels for Cordy. BTW, it came out to 503 words. So shoot me.
Feedback: Hell, yeah!
When she walked in with that damn…whatever it is…wrapped around her head, I knew it was going to be a bad, bad day. Not because I can hear that whiny boy band crap even through the headphones. Not because her voice is like a chicken getting its head ripped off even if she’s barely humming. Not because she dances around subconsciously with the music.
Well, that part is actually a good thing. With her luscious hips swaying and the occasional pelvic thrust…ahem. NO! What pissed me off is with that thing on, she wouldn’t be talking to me. Looking at me. Laughing with me.
Did I say looking? How can I feel the sun without her eyes shining on me? When is she going to realize without her, there is nothing but darkness?
So I really had no choice. I had to get her attention. I really only meant for her to take it off and pay attention to me. I had no idea she’d challenge me to a staring contest. I didn’t have the heart to tell her a vampire doesn’t need to blink.
Okay, so I didn’t want to tell her because then I wouldn’t be here now gazing into the sky made of hazel and glittered with gold and green stars.
I wouldn’t be able to feel the life coursing through her veins. The life she gives and I hungrily take just by being so close. I wouldn’t smell the tang of her citrusy perfume as each beat of her heart forces the aroma to waft from her pulse points into my woozy brain.
I wouldn’t feel the heat that caresses my dead skin or the heat of her lungs as her soft breaths beat on my chest trying to jump start the dead organ lying there.
I wouldn’t be falling. I know I am and I can’t stop myself. I don’t want to stop myself because I know to fall is to land in her arms. To be cushioned by the light that lives only in her heart, the laughter that lives in her mind, and the soft warmth that is her soul.
To fall into Cordy is to fall into heaven.
That’s why when I leaned forward I wasn’t scared. I wasn’t afraid of being laughed at or rejected. Her eyes…bright and clear, warm and soft, truthful and accepting…beckoned me and promised I wouldn’t be harmed.
Then they widened even more. It could have been surprise or shock, but I only saw the truth…excitement. I ventured closer, my own borrowed blood moving in synch with the rhythm of hers.
Then I heard the tempo of her heart change from a slow love ballad to a hard pounding rock anthem, and who the fuck needed headphones and CDs when she held all the music in the world inside her.
It was all in her. Exactly where I wanted to be. Exactly where I was meant to be.
No, I didn’t have to blink. But I did…and I saw heaven.