Part 12
Angel grunted, half awake, half asleep, throwing his arm out over the double mattress, completely covering it with his body like the bed hog he was. His hand opened wide and he felt around for the covers.
Unable to make a successful discovery for the blankets, he began to search for warm, soft skin, growling lightly when he couldn’t find any. He turned, squinting open one eye and lying on his side, glaring at the bathroom door.
Seconds later, Cordelia emerged from it, wrapped in a sheet blatantly stolen from the bed. She smiled at his pouting expression and sat down on the edge.
“You stole the covers.” Angel whined.
“You stole the bed!” Cordelia retorted, rolling her eyes and motioning to the way his body was sprawled over her half. She made a move to get up but Angel’s hand shot out and grabbed her arm and he groaned.
“Come back to bed.”
Cordelia smirked. “Are you sure there’s room for me? What with your fat ass…”
She felt a rush of wind and then she was under him. In the blink of an eye he had managed to pull her from a semi standing position to a completely horizontal one. And there was no way of escape. Cordy looked up into her lover’s eyes, glowing golden as he glared at her.
“Stop calling me fat.” He ground out.
Cordelia grinned, pulling an arm out of his grip and pinching his cheek. “Can I call you chubby?”
Angel growled, leaning up slightly. “No.”
“Flabby?”
“NO!”
“Large?”
“Depends what area you’re referring to.”
Cordelia laughed and leaned up, giving him a smacking great kiss on the lips and then attempted to dislodge herself from underneath him. Angel was like a heavyweight and she couldn’t lift herself up from below him, no matter how hard she tried.
“Angel…”
“Maybe this being fat is a good thing.” He grinned wickedly, kissing her cheek, then her sunspot, then down her neck, his hands on her hips refusing to let her up.
“Pfft, I don’t think you’re fat. Let me up.”
“Then why do you keep saying it?”
“I’m just joking with you Broods! Come on, let me up, I’m hungry.”
Angel smirked, head still under her chin. “Wonder why…”
Cordelia struggled one last time before giving up and collapsing against the mattress, one hand winding itself through Angel’s hair, the other stroking down the length of his spine. He shivered slightly against her and she sighed.
“You’re a big bully, ya know?”
“Hmm. But you still love me.”
Cordelia smiled softly. “Yeah. That I do.” She leaned down slightly and kissed his forehead, fingers still running through his hair. Angel purred into her neck, shifting slightly so that he was more comfortable. Muscles flexed under her fingers as they restlessly roamed his back, fingernails drawing patterns into his skin. She massaged his shoulders gently and Angel groaned, pushing her further into the mattress.
“Okay, Angel, becoming flat-chested due to a clingy vamp really isn’t in this season.” The vampire only grunted and buried his face deeper into her neck, suckling softy at her skin, leaving a mark. Cordelia moaned at the sensation, momentarily forgetting about being squashed.
“Angel…”
Suddenly he leaned up and Cordelia gasped, sucking in a lungful of air, her arms slightly elevated because they were still attached to various parts of him. Angel raised himself up on an elbow and looked down at her, not saying a word, just staring. Cordelia smiled uneasily, blinking once or twice at the intense look in his eyes.
“What?”
He didn’t answer. Instead, he lifted a finger and touched her forehead, dragging it down the centre of her face, tracing the skin between her eyebrows, her nose, even as it scrunched up in confusion, her plump red lips, her chin, down past her neck and finally settling at the hollow of her throat. He pushed gently against the skin, fascinated by the way it dipped in between her breastbone, mesmerised by the regressing curve of the slope on either side.
“Angel, what are you doing?” Frustration and annoyance edged her tone and Angel simply quirked an eyebrow, not looking at her but lowering himself once again, tongue slipping out to dip itself in the hollow. The taste of her hit him full force and he moaned, biting down tenderly while Cordy’s hands caressed his hair and she whispered his name.
“Screw that.” She murmured. “I don’t care what you’re doing, just keep doing it.”
Angel smiled into her skin, kissing the slope once again before dipping his nose into it, taking a deep breath. His mouth watered as the smell of her, the true essence of Cordelia Chase, filled his nostrils and plunged into his soul, leaving him craving more of everything that was her.
Angel left that delicious spot, lips roaming lazily up the column of her throat, over the hickey he had given her, over the pulse point that beat rapidly as he approached, over her chin and finally hovering above her lips. He kissed her once before smiling.
“We should really get dressed.” His lips nestled against hers.
“Yeah.” Cordelia sighed softly into his mouth as he kissed her once more.
“Wes probably needs us.” He kissed her again.
“Mmm hmm.” Cordy agreed, lips opening underneath his.
“I should go for a shower.” Another kiss.
“I should go…” Kiss, “do paperwork.” More kissing.
“I just can’t…” His tongue traced her lower lip, “seem to…” Kiss, “get away.”
Cordelia brought the fingers that were smoothing down his back up to his hair and fisted both hands in the thick strands, pulling him down firmly against her lips, shutting them both up. Angel devoured her lips, fingers winding themselves in her luscious brown hair as his tongue battled with hers, exploring every nook and cranny of her mouth as though he didn’t already know it by heart.
Cordelia felt the unconcealed evidence of his arousal pressing into her stomach and with a quirk of her lips, she ran one hand down his back and over his ass, then over his hip and through the scratchy hair she found there. Angel’s hips jerked against her and he pulled away, eyes widening in shock.
Cordelia held his surprised look, unflinching and amused. She closed her hand around him and he gasped, hands coming up on either side of him to support his weight as he raised himself on his arms.
“Cordy…” it was more of a squeak than anything else but Cordelia decided not to rib him about that. Instead, she simply raised an eyebrow.
“I…what…God.” He groaned and shuddered as she ran her hand along his length, tracing the vein on the underside with her nail. “Please…”
She pressed the tip with her thumb and he groaned, arms shaking under his weight as well as the pressure that raced through his body at her divine assault. His eyes closed in ecstasy and he eased himself down again, resting his chest against hers. Cordelia used the hand that was still in his hair to pull his face towards her, kissing his cheek, his jaw, anywhere she could reach, nipping softly at the cool skin. She traced the outside of his ear with her tongue, biting the lobe.
Angel growled, turning his face and kissing the living daylights out of her, bringing his hands down to her waist and turning them over quickly so that she was on top. When he released her lips, she leaned up slowly, hand still firmly closed around him. Angel was breathing. Heavily. The sight made her smile and she grinned at him, winking mischievously.
“How you doin’ down there?”
His response came out in a half growl, half groan. “You’re torturing me.”
Her grin widened and she lowered herself slightly so that she was sitting on his thighs. Angel’s eyes flew open and he tried to sit up but she squeezed him gently and he crumpled back down on the bed, eyes rolling back in his head.
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t”
“Yes I…” Groan, “do.”
“Well, I’ll just have to change that, won’t I?” Cordelia bent down, smiling seductively and sucked the tip, one hand grabbing Angel’s hips when they bucked into her. She traced the vein again with her finger and this time let her tongue follow the trail. When she had done that, her tongue traced back down the length and blunt teeth dragged along the erect organ, progressing back towards the tip.
“Cordy…Jesus…stop.”
Yeah, like that was gonna make any difference. Actually… Cordelia smirked and straightened, hands and lips releasing him, arms folded firmly across her chest. Angel whined and looked up.
“What happened?”
“You told me to stop.”
“I…I didn’t mean it!”
“Then why did you say it?”
“I was…I was…joking!”
Cordelia bit back her smile, holding her ground. “Well, I didn’t find it very funny. It completely put me off.”
“I…but….” Angel sputtered. Expressing himself was hard enough. Expressing himself while totally aroused was even harder. He outwardly winced at the involuntary pun.
“Sorry Angel.” She made a move to get up. “I’m gone.”
Angel jumped up, grabbing her waist and eliciting a surprised yelp from her. He placed her down on his lap and cupped her face.
“I…I’m sorry.”
Cordelia’s lip trembled as she tried to contain her amusement. Angel didn’t seem to notice. Instead he found her hands and intertwined them with his own, looking down almost shyly.
“I didn’t really want you to stop. Unless…unless you mind doing it. But you’ve done it before…”
He was cut off because Cordelia laughed, her body shaking lightly against him, hands coming up to palm his face as her lips descended on his. A thoroughly confused Angel wrapped his arms around her as she deepened the kiss, her arms coming around his neck and squeezing slightly. When she pulled away she was biting her lip, her expression one of adoration and guilt. Angel raised his eyebrows in uncertainty at her poorly contained amusement.
“Cordy?”
“I love you.” She grinned at him, one hand cupping his cheek. Angel’s face immediately lit up with that gorgeous smile, the one he only reserved for her. Cordelia laughed and kissed him again, snuggling against him as his hands caressed her spine.
“Cordy?”
“Hmm?”
“I…I love you too but, um…I’m still…well we were kinda…” he stuttered and Cordelia sat up again, eyes sparkling. She raised an eyebrow innocently.
“What are you trying to say, Angel?” Knowing perfectly well what he was trying to say. Angel gulped and looked down.
“Well…I…you were…”
“Spit it out!” There was a palpable edge of hilarity in her words and Angel’s head jerked up, realisation dawning on his face. Cordelia could just see the light bulb flashing above his dim little head.
“You…you are such a minx!” He made a grab for her but Cordelia had already leapt off his lap, screeching as he charged after her, rounding the bed and running backwards and forwards across the room, cutting corners and vaulting over chairs and sofas in his efforts to reach her.
At one point they were on opposite sides of the bed, darting from left to right in order to either run away or catch up. Cordelia was still holding the sheet to her body, which slowed her down considerably, but she still managed to escape Angel’s hands when he lunged across the covers and onto her side, running through the French doors and taking cover behind the sofa.
She was deliriously happy, seriously panicked, incredibly aroused and feverishly excited. And she loved it. She loved the fact that Angel could make her experience so much through something so small and juvenile. Her stomach tingled as he approached, a cockiness and a hunger in his eyes, very reminiscent of Angelus. But there was a warmth there that was unable to conceal his beautiful soul.
He stalked towards her like a predator, sleek and graceful and sexy and dangerous and naked… She was beautiful prey. Angel wanted to look terrifying but he couldn’t stop grinning. She did this to him, made him smile as though it was the easiest thing in the world. And he loved her for it.
“You are so gonna get it.”
“Talk, talk, talk Angel.” She smirked, mimicking his words from the previous day. He grinned wolfishly, running his tongue over his teeth, seemingly mesmerising her with his eyes. Then he pounced.
Cordelia shrieked, running in the opposite direction, shivering when she felt the brush of his hands against her back. She turned her head quickly to see where he was. Big mistake. A split second later, Angel was on her, arms around her waist, slamming her into the wall. He cushioned the blow by grabbing the back of her head with one hand, preventing the cement from cracking her skull.
Cordelia squealed half with excitement, half with delight, when she came face to face with a pair of yellow eyes and a gigantic grin that flashed slightly extended white, shiny teeth. She grinned herself, hands resting lightly on his biceps.
“You’re getting slow, old man.” She giggled when he growled, pushing his body even further into hers. It was an attempt to be intimidating but it only succeeded in arousing the two of them even more.
“Old huh?” His tongue snaked across her lips and she moaned. “You want me to show you how old I really am?”
“How do you plan on doing that?” Cordelia gasped when his hand brushed a covered nipple.
“Oh, I don’t know…” He bit her neck gently, leaning up to capture her lips. He touched her cheek, thumb tenderly skimming across the silky skin. He kissed her nose, then her forehead, then the crown of her head.
“Angel?” It was barely above a whisper.
“Hmm?”
“I want you.”
He smiled, eyes locking with hers, even as she blushed slightly. “Cordy?”
She glanced up at him from underneath her lashes.
“Drop the sheet.”
She did.
He kissed her then, hands tracing small circles on her belly, igniting the fires in her womb yet again. His kisses were faster now, more rushed, yet just as loving, as though he was desperately trying to absorb her into his soul and never let her go. Her arms came up and went around his shoulders, holding on for dear life when he hoisted her up, strong arms on her waist, wrapping her legs around his hips.
And still he kissed her, desperately, passionately, beautifully, even as she reached in between them and guided him into her, gasping when he filled her and squeezing her eyes shut in pleasure. She pulled away to breathe but he hardly gave her any time to before his lips were on hers again, head tilting slightly, changing the angle of the kiss but never the meaning behind it.
He thrust into her, swallowing every moan and relishing every caress, every touch, every breath, every emotion. Her tongue duelled with his in a battle he didn’t mind losing and he kissed her just as fiercely, fingers twirling short strands of her dark hair, breathing in the fragrance of her.
Her hands came down and she cupped his ass, pushing him further into her, making them both moan into the other’s mouth. Angel traced the tattoo on the small of her back, embracing her body closer to his. She threw her head back recklessly when his fingers circled a nipple, running the pads around it delicately until it became a taut peak.
Angel diverted his lips from her neck to the hollow of her throat and then to the valley between her breasts, running his tongue flatly over the nipple that wasn’t being sweetly tormented by his hand. Cordelia whimpered and pulled him up, kissing him hard, hips still thrusting constantly and frantically. She bit down viciously on his bottom lip and he shuddered, felt the tremors shoot through his body as the orgasm washed over him and he spilt his seed into her welcoming body.
He thrust against her again, pushing her towards the edge, leaning down and suckling hard on one nipple until her head flew back and hit the wall and her mouth opened and she screamed his name loud enough for the entire hotel to hear. Fortunately, there were only four occupants or visitors currently in the hotel. Unfortunately, they were people who Angel and Cordelia would undoubtedly have to face when they went downstairs.
Cordelia whimpered and her body shook slightly, forehead coming to rest against Angel’s, arms limply falling around his neck in an effort to remain upright. Angel’s strong arms held her, never letting her fall, slowly withdrawing from her body and cradling her against his chest. He walked over to the bed and gently sat down so that she was seated sideways in his lap.
“Cordy?”
“Hmm?”
“We should really get dressed and go downstairs.”
“Hmm.”
“Cordy?”
“Hmm?”
“I love you.”
A small smile graced her lips. “I love you too.”
Silence. Then, “Cordy?”
“Hmm?”
“You don’t think I’m that old, right?”