Title: That Dating Thing
Rating: R – Warning: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK – DEALS WITH NAKED ANGEL…
Content: C/?, W/F and eventually C/A (I won’t be bashing the ? Character!)
Summary: Cordelia has a date with *someone*… Angel’s not pleased…
Spoilers: Heartthrob – set a couple of weeks after but That Vision Thing hasn’t happened yet! Rating:
Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
Thanks/Dedication:To all the people who give me feedback – you guys, rock!!!
Feedback:Love it, need it, crave it… “It’s like a Sickness…
In retrospect, his mistake was standing outside of Fred’s room while Cordelia helped her get dressed for her date with Wesley last night. In retrospect, vampire hearing sucked. In fact – he’d say Vampire Hearing was the worst thing ever to be invented.
If he couldn’t hear so good, he wouldn’t have heard what he did. If he couldn’t hear so good, he wouldn’t be sitting here nursing a *blinding* hangover. A major misconception over vampires was that they couldn’t and didn’t get hangovers. Wrong!
Ow, even thinking hurt. Well, thinking vehemently anyway. Thinking normal just caused a dull throb that raged throughout his whole body…
Yesterday, 6.30pm – Inside and Out of Fred’s bedroom
“Fred! Keep still!” Laughed Cordelia, pulling the comb through Fred’s hair gently.
“I’m sorry, I’m just so nervous! I mean, I’ve never been on a date in five years. Everyone just thought I was a cow in Pylea and dating wasn’t allowed, now it is and I’m all nervous. What if I make a fool out of myself? Do they serve taco’s?”
Cordelia smiled, “Fred, breathe…”
“How do you *do* this?” Asked Fred, nervously. “I mean, how do you date?”
“Simple.” Said Cordelia, piling Fred’s hair on top of her head, “I don’t.”
Fred shook her head, “But what about that guy?”
Strolling past, book in hand, Angel stopped, his eyes wide. Guy? What guy?!
Cordelia blushed, “Uhm… There’s no guy.”
“Liar!” Said Fred, “You came in this morning with a smile that almost split your head open! Who was he?”
Okay, so maybe she did seem rather happy this morning but… Cordelia’s smile was always wide, bright. An old song popped into Angel’s head and it was his turn to smile…
You are the sunshine of my life…
“I met him a few days ago.” Said Cordelia softly, “He’s sweet.”
“So, are you going on a date then?”
“Uhm… I dunno… He’s asked me, but…”
Cordelia sighed, “It’s just… That vision thing.” She said quietly, “I mean, what if I have a vision right when the salad or the main course arrives? I’ll be picking noodles out of my hair for a week!”
Fred sighed, “Cordelia, you can’t live your life afraid of a vision… If you did that, you’d never go out. And besides, the statistical impossibility of you having a vision is probably one in a…”
“Fred, stop with the numbers!” Said Cordelia, smiling slightly.
“Oh, sorry, numbers make sense to me!” Said Fred, shaking her head. “Ooh, they might serve pie tonight, get it? Pie… 3.14234…”
“FRED!” Cordelia laughed, “I get what you mean by pie but… Stop with the nervousness…”
“You’re one to talk!”
“Nervous, me? I’m not nervous!”
“Yeah you are.” Retorted Fred, “Why haven’t you told Angel about that dating thing?”
Cordelia sighed, “Because…”
“Because he’ll get jealous and brood a lot?”
Cordelia started to laugh, “Yeah, Angel jealous of me? Pffft!”
I don’t get jealous! Or brood any more! Cordy’s just… Well, if she’s going on a date I only wanna know who with… Where he lives… What car he drives… If he’s got any convictions… She’s my friend, I’m just… Looking out for her. (Even Angel could hear the PFFFT of Cordelia in his head at this point.
“He is *so* jealous! You even look at another guy and Angel growls.”
“When you were looking at that male model in that magazine that time? You said some guy was hot, Angel growled!”
“He did not!”
“He did too! He growled!”
I didn’t growl! I coughed! I… I coughed and it sounded like a growl… Or maybe I purred, I was feeling kinda funny then… Maybe growly. Maybe I growled…
Cordelia laughed, “There ya go… Ready!” She said, adding the finishing touches to Fred’s hair and (rather appropriately) bringing a close to this awkward conversation.
Fred smiled, nervously, “Okay, I’m ready… With half an hour to spare but… I’m ready…”
Cordelia looked at Fred, “You look great.” She said honestly.
“Thanks… You picked out this dress for me, you’ve got great taste in stuff like this…”
“Duh…” Laughed Cordelia. “Okay, am I done here?”
Fred nodded, “Yup, done. Oh, Cordelia?”
“Does this guy have a name?”
“Yeah… He’s called Riley. Riley Finn.”
Angel growled. Not a purr… Or even a weird mood. He damned well growled.
Cordelia popped her head out of the door, “Angel?”