Part 2
Chase Residence, Later that Same Night
She hadn’t imagined the desire in his eyes, but Cordelia knew it was overlaid with guilt. Telling Angel to get over it might have been wishful thinking, but she wanted no worries that she regretted any part of that night with him as Angelus.
Cordelia arrived home chilled to the bone despite turning up the heater in the car. She showered, climbed into a pair of her comfy pajamas, thoroughly dried her hair and got into bed. Staring blankly at the shadows on the ceiling, she thought about the fact that while she was relieved Angel’s soul had been restored, she would have liked to have been there before it happened. Just to see what the vampire would say to her without his conscience weighing down upon him.
Because she knew that Angelus wanted her. Would still want her. Just as she wanted him. Maybe it was crazy to lust after an evil vampire. Had she been in her right mind at the time, Cordelia felt certain that she would have never let him into her house. It might be just as easy to believe that her normal reaction would probably have led to her being Angelus’ victim rather than his lover.
All theories aside, Cordelia knew that Angelus would be different in ways that had nothing to do with his name. Angel had a soul. Angel had a conscience. Angel had a girlfriend…technically, though Cordelia felt certain that becoming a psychopathic killer and threatening said girlfriend’s life might count as an official breakup of their relationship.
One wild night of hot sex when neither one of them were in complete control of their behavior probably didn’t count for much in comparison to the forbidden fairytale love of a vampire and a slayer. Cordelia hated that thought. Despite the attention he’d given her today and the promise to start fresh, she figured it was all a gesture of friendship sparked by the major guilt trip he was on.
Settling for second best just wasn’t Cordelia’s way. It grated on her just thinking about it. She wanted Angel. Maybe some part of her had never stopped wanting him, but she was just as determined that she wasn’t going to chase after him like she’d done before. No throwing herself at him this time.
If Angel had the guts to own up to wanting her, then he already had an invitation. Until then, she was simply going to relax and wait to see what might happen.
“Am too,” Cordelia grumbled to the ceiling shadows.
The combined excitement of seeing Angel again and the tense drive through the rain sapped her energy. Cordelia quickly drifted to sleep finding her dreams filled with disjointed images of Angelus until one took root and expanded into a visual buffet. Every night she dreamt of him and each time the haze that had locked her memories away revealed more and more.
Right now she could see it all in her mind’s eye.
Cordelia’s dark chestnut hair trailed across Angelus’ pale skin as she kissed her way down his muscular frame. Just as he’d made each kiss unique, she tried to do the same alternating soft smooches, tender sucks and little nibbles with warm wet ones that had the vampire making that purring sound she adored. That contented noise changed to a rumble when her kisses moved along his hip and down to his corded thigh rather than heading straight to his cock.
Lifting his upper body, Angelus sat up on his elbows staring down at the cloud of silky hair covering the view. He’d been relaxing back on the bed, hands folded beneath his head expecting to get the blow-job he’d demanded. Until he realized that Cordelia was deliberately taking her time and teasing him with her kisses and the soft fall of her hair over his skin.
“Enough of that,” Angelus growled, his cock painfully erect and needing attention. He swept her hair to one side holding it so that he could see her face. Cordelia peeked up at him, a mischievous glint in her hazel eyes.
The hand resting on his thigh moved up over his balls to curl around the base of his shaft. Hard and pale like the rest of him, rooted in a bush of dark curls, his sex felt like velvet steel beneath her touch. Longer than two hands fisted together, so thick her fingers barely met enclosing around him.
All hers.
Angelus arched at the first touch of her open mouth on the tip of his cock. She held him steady and moved her head back and forth letting her bottom lip and the tip of her tongue tease the edge of his foreskin. Cordelia followed his suggestions and took wild guesses at what might feel good against the sensitive flesh of his cock.
Taking him deeper into her mouth, she pulled back to suck hard on the tip, her head moving in a constant pattern that seemed to draw deep growls of pleasure from his chest. The languid movements of her hand sped up causing Angelus to buck hard against her nearly causing her to gag in automatic response as he hit the back of her throat.
He sat up, pulling Cordelia up with him so that she sat across his thighs, his erection still standing tall between them. Tugging her hard against him, Angelus kissed her almost savagely then set her back, moving her arms over her head. “Don’t move.”
Then he peeled her dress from her body, pulling it over her head and her arms to let it fall to the floor. Taking in the sight of Cordelia’s nearly sheer black bra, Angelus let out a very male grunt of approval as his amber-tinted eyes washed over the her lush breasts covered by that thin material. Her dusky nipples and areolas showed through the gauzy silk making his mouth water in anticipation of tasting her there. Normally, he’d bite without hesitation, not to mention the fact that he’d be pounding her into the mattress by now if he was thinking straight.
Instead, Angelus buried his face between her breasts, his hands moving up to cup both in his palms. He drew in her scent, muttering against her skin, “You’re so damn beautiful, Cordy. I want to look at you. I want to watch you ride me.”
Cordelia’s hands were between them again, this time just holding his hard cock against her belly and pressing it close to her skin. Imagining having him inside her.
Ripping away the matching thong, Angelus pressed his thumb through her curls going straight for her clit. He wasn’t trying for slow arousal; who the hell wanted to wait. She was lucky he wanted to see her face light up with pleasure instead of pain.
Angelus turned his hand, twisting his fingers along the soft folds guarding her sex moving them along the already slick skin. When she writhed against his fingers, her breath gasping and needy tones tumbling from her throat, he told her, “Go for it, baby. Take me in. Do you know what to do?”
Nodding, Cordelia decided it wasn’t that hard to figure out. At least she thought that way until it came to joining them together. She started to laugh about their trouble at the door until a look of panic cross her face at the realization that maybe it wasn’t so funny after all. “Maybe the key’s too big.”
“I’ve got more than enough for you, Cordelia,” Angelus’ mouth quirked up into a sexy as hell smirk, “but I promise you we’ll fit. Open up to me, baby, I’ll fill you up.”
Sloe-eyed and tingly with anticipation, she quipped, “Mmm. Master vamp, master key.”
His ribald chuckling vibrated against her breasts as he pulled her flush against his chest. Reaching between them, Angelus guided the broad tip of his cock inside her. Holding Cordelia tight, his hands against her hips, Angelus thrust hard delighting in the low sound that left her throat as her body squeezed around him.
Cordelia knew a moment of panic where she felt like a butterfly impaled upon a pin. There was no patient waiting. No time for adjustment, but Angelus moved his hips in a deep even rhythm maintaining tight control over his thrusts. All pain from his entry vanished quickly replaced by sparks of pleasure building up inside her.
Encouraging her to move with him, he slid his hands up and down her spine until her whole body seemed to know the rhythm. Straightening up, Cordelia began a slow-paced rise and fall, her inner muscles clenching and releasing, her thighs flexing and her breath sounding in shuddering waves as he speared her core.
“Angelus, Angelus,” she couldn’t seem to catch her breath to say more than his name, though her thoughts raced ahead along with her increasing rhythm.
Cordelia’s hands smoothed over his chest, pressing down as she worked her body closer to that distant peak she had to reach. Beneath her, Angelus’ lusty growls sounded in her ears. His hands wandered everywhere, finally settling back on her breasts and teasing her swollen nipples still confined in the gossamer silk of her bra.
He pulled her closer to lathe those hard tips with his tongue, sucking them into his mouth along with the thin barrier one after the other.
When the bra suddenly disappeared through convenient dream magic or simply the use of his hands, Angelus filled his palms with her warm golden flesh and used his skillful mouth drive her wild. Cordelia paused pressing her breasts forward to get closer, her eyes lustrous as she watched him. She felt so full of him, Angelus’ body stretching hers; holding him deep inside her hot, slick walls.
One of his hands left her breast to slide around her body, cupping the firm curve of her ass. Then bucking beneath her Angelus thrust his hips hard against her, a silent reminder to keep moving. After that, he was no longer silent, setting her back to let her ride him at a faster pace, his hands moving along her dewy skin as he watched her unfettered breasts bounce and her hair fly around her shoulders.
“That’s it, vixen. Ride me hard. Get yourself off,” Angelus crooned.
Rising up, Cordelia slammed down fast feeling his hard thighs against her bottom and his cock so big and deep. She wanted all of him inside her. Deep, harder, more of him. Now, again, faster. Pleasure crested and Cordelia cried out with the intensity of it. Angelus met her gaze and watched the fire light her eyes as she came.
In that moment, he needed his mouth on her, had to taste those rosy lips that were emitting such lusty little sounds. Angelus pulled her down and rolled them over in one smooth motion, finding her mouth and setting her legs around his hips all at the same time. She was still shuddering around him, sparks of pleasure shooting across her sex as Angelus set a relentless rhythm eking out every reaction.
Cordelia wound her arms around him, hands clutching the muscles that bunched and flexed beneath her fingertips as his back arched. She thought she might drown in his kisses or die from pure pleasure as it wracked her body. But his mouth didn’t remain on hers. It pressed hot kisses along the line of her jaw, sucked on the spot on her neck just below her earlobe pressing up against her pulse point.
Low vampiric sounds rumbled from Angelus’ chest as he fucked Cordelia with a pace designed to get him off. He pounded into her, his body arching, hips pivoting. It had to be harder and faster than anything her nubile young body had ever experienced, but the keening cries that filled his ears only spurred him on.
Damn, he wanted to bite her. Sink his fangs in that throat arched so unconsciously toward him. Angelus didn’t bother trying to hide the face of his demon. Hell, he was his demon and wanted to see how Cordelia would react. She only met his amber gaze with her own lust-filled eyes, the words from her lush mouth echoing his earlier demands.
Whether it was the sound of those earthy words on her pretty lips or the fact that Cordelia didn’t shriek in fear, he came hard shooting his dead seed deep within her velvet heat. His fangs trailed along her throat as his head dipped low. It was all he could do to pull back as instinct and desire drove him to bite that unmarked skin.
Later, Angelus ordered himself to control that need. He wanted to wait. He needed more of this tight golden body with its lush curves and shining dark hair. Those eyes sparkled with lust and life. She was so warm. Just a little longer, he thought. Until the dawn came. Until he’d quenched this thirst that had risen up inside him.
***
Sunnydale High School Library
Angel entered the library unseen by the trio gathered at the table. Their heads close together in an effort of concentration, Buffy, Willow and Xander stared at the open tome from their varying points of view.
“How I’ve missed these little research parties,” Angel made his presence known as he strode toward them garbed in his traditional dark clothes and leather coat, the sarcasm in his voice churning a sour note.
All three lifted their heads simultaneously giving Angel the momentary impression of a three-headed beast looking for a fight. Obviously perturbed with him, they glared sharply and it was Xander who beat the others to the punch quipping, “Looky here. Soul Boy has returned to the fold.”
“You’re late,” Buffy stated as if she’d been watching the clock and ticking off each passing minute in her head. “Where have you been? I told you we were getting started at eight sharp.”
Angel got the feeling that Buffy felt she needed to keep tabs on him and wanted him under her sharp little gaze to assure herself that he wasn’t experiencing any random bouts of complete happiness without her. Despite the fact that she knew his soul was bound.
“I had a few issues to deal with at home,” Angel explained despite the fact that doing so grated across his nerves. What he did on his own was really none of her business, but he knew Buffy would continue to prod until she got some kind of answer. “Spike and Dru have decided… to take a vacation.”
They certainly wouldn’t be back in Sunnydale for a while. Not after the discusson they’d had a while ago.
Buffy’s jaw dropped a little just before she recovered stating, “You took care of those two nut cases on your own? Shoulda dusted them. Makes no diff though…you’re still late.”
Scanning the room, Angel noticed one conspicuous absence. “Looks like I’m not the only one.”
“Giles will be right back,” Willow explained quickly never noticing her blond friend’s shoulders stiffened in response to his comment. Buffy knew that he wasn’t referring to the Watcher. “He had to run home for one of his reference books and will be back in a jiffy.”
“I meant Cordelia,” clarified Angel catching the way that Xander’s glare turned a little hostile as he said her name.
Xander revealed, “Cor doesn’t come to the meetings anymore.”
“We don’t need her here,” Buffy explained. “Not like she did much anyway. She’d rather be at the Bronze.”
Angel’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. Sensing that this had nothing to do with her breakup with Xander Harris, he felt it had something to do with him. Though he was curious to know more, it wasn’t these three he wanted to give him answers. So that would have to wait.
“Then let’s get on with it,” Angel cut straight back to business. “What trouble has the Hellmouth stirred up tonight?”
A sigh of relief sounded on Buffy’s lips, one he detected, but pushed to the back of his mind. Being here right now suddenly seemed like the last place he wanted to be. Before, Angel had been content to simply be present. To do his share. To be here for her. For Buffy.
Now, minus the young woman who was constantly in his thoughts, Angel found his priorities suddenly divided. This was where he should be. With Buffy. Fighting the good fight. Living up to the words he’d spoken to her the night before her birthday when he’d given her the claddagh ring on her finger. The one still worn on her hand and pointing toward her heart symbolizing that she belonged to somebody.
That she belonged to him.
Was it possible for friendship and devotion to undergo such radical change in the course of a month? That love and loyalty could alter from a state of clarity to shades of grey?
Knowing that his actions hurt Buffy and that despite the return of his soul he wanted Cordelia no less now than he had that night, Angel figured he needed to focus on doing the right thing. Whatever that might be. Maybe that meant avoiding Cordelia. Cutting her out of his life just as this trio had done.
Angel would as soon cut off his arm. That simply wasn’t an option. Even if having her again was not an option…not right, seeing her was a must. Being in Cordelia’s sphere felt compulsory. He didn’t know why. Beyond the constant, rampant desire, Angel wanted to know her in ways beyond just the physical.
Cordelia had always been something of a mystery to him. Brass bitch on the outside and beautiful beyond measure, he knew she was far more than she seemed. He’d been curious, but not enough to find out what the brunette was all about, a fact that only added to the guilt already piling up and weighing him down.
He’d been too wrapped up in himself and Buffy to really take notice, to look deeper than that beautiful surface with its more obvious flaws in the form of her caustic wit, vanity and egocentric outlook. Cordelia had a brave streak he’d never credited her with. Time and again, she’d placed herself in danger as the bait in their demon trap.
What demon in his right mind, much less one drunk and without full control of his instincts, would not snap at the chance to go after her? As Angelus, he had certainly not bothered to fight his baser urges. He reveled in them finding Cordelia to be eager and energetic.
“Hello! Angel, you’ve zoned out,” Buffy waved a hand in front of his face. “You asked what we were up against.”
Angel slowly returned his attention back to Buffy and nodded, “Right.”
“Think fast, Dead Boy.” Xander tossed one of Giles’ precious tomes in the vampire’s direction causing Angel’s lightning reflexes to kick in catching the book with ease.
Buffy told him, “It isn’t human, hunts at night and drains the blood of its victims, but not like a vampire. We came across a survivor.”
“Not that he survived for long,” Willow pointed out with a squiggly move showing she was a little wigged out by the experience. “Just long enough to describe his killer.”
Between the three of them, they managed to convey a description of the demon in question. Angel took his spot on the steps and opened the book trying to focus on the words inscribed within to find details on a demon he already recognized just to provide them with something to look at.
It was impossible. Now he found himself thinking of the fact that Cordelia was out there alone with some demon on the loose. No matter that she might be one of a crowd, Cordelia Chase would stand out amongst the rest.
These three would easily have her between them and the demon waiting for it to show. Angel wasn’t proud of the fact that he’d witnessed that activity on patrol. More than once and yet he hadn’t stopped it. He’d let her stick her neck out a little further than was safe.
Mad at himself for his past behavior and madder still at the trio standing around the table of research materials for banishing Cordelia from their circle of friends, Angel growled out his anger. “I’m surprised you didn’t ask Cordelia back to play bait.”
Buffy glanced over her shoulder at him. “We don—”
“Don’t need her?” Angel finished for her stalking over from the steps to stand beside her. “That’s what you said before. You mean you don’t want her here.”
Swerving around, Buffy admitted, “No, I don’t. That bitch slept with my boyfriend, so that doesn’t exactly make me her best friend.”
Sharp as dagger’s, Xander’s glare cut across the distance separating them. “She had a thing for you from the first. Now that you’re here, it’s just as well that she’s not.”
“Are you going to add anything?” Angel found himself breathing hard with the force of his anger, now facing Willow. The redhead shook her head. She’d been caught in the middle of the Buffy-Xander argument about Cordelia for the past month. Without even waiting for a verbal response, Angel demanded, “Listen to me. I’m going to say this once.”
Taken aback, Buffy looked like she wanted to interrupt, but his dark gaze narrowed upon her until her pouty little mouth tightened up and stayed closed.
“What happened between Cordelia and me wasn’t her fault,” Angel shoved the book down on the table. “Instead of blaming her, you should think about the fact that if I hadn’t been stinking drunk Cordelia would most likely be dead. You’d have buried her in the ground instead of getting off on torturing me for a month.”
“You think I enjoyed seeing you like that?” Buffy gaped horrified that he would think she liked having to keep Angelus under control. “There were plenty of victims for Angelus to choose from. Why her? Why Cordelia?”
So many ways to answer that question, thought Angel. Cordelia was there. I wanted to fuck her raw, drain her blood and feed her mine.
The thought of it still caused his sex to stir, desire tightening his balls at the idea of claiming Cordelia. Turning her made his heart ache to even consider, but the notion of sinking his fangs into her flesh was entirely different. “I— Angelus thought it might piss you off to find he’d turned one of your friends. Guess Cordelia would actually have to be your friend for you to care.”
“Sleeping with my boyfriend kind of changes things,” Buffy pointed out. “Xander is right. She’s always been after you. Wanted you. This just let her take advantage.”
Angel poked a finger at his own chest. “I’m the one who took advantage. Cordelia was being manhandled outside the Bronze that night. Some blond football player who planned to drive her home & take every advantage he could.”
Suddenly, Xander looked a little pale. “H-he was going to rape her?”
Willow flinched at the word and the thoughts that came with it. “Eep!”
Trying to appear unmoved by it, Buffy found she could not joke about that situation. “Cordelia never mentioned it.”
Somehow, that didn’t surprise Angel at all. “I stepped in and dealt with the jerk and his friends.”
Jaw dropping, Xander sounded a little awed. “Angelus rescuing one of us? Maybe we should check for snow outside cos I think the Hellmouth just froze over.”
“Don’t think I saved her because it was the right thing to do,” Angel was quick to correct him. Admitting, “I wanted her for myself. Those plans may have ended with the thought of draining her, but they started with having her in my bed.”
Xander was sending him that death glare again.
Looking sad and confused, Buffy asked, “What happened, Angel.”
Hadn’t Angelus already given her a detailed play-by-play? He knew she wasn’t asking for that kind of information. When he was a captive, Angelus rammed all of the sexy tidbits down her throat. Buffy sensed there were feelings involved and didn’t see how one night could have such an impact on a soulless demon.
Frankly, Angel wondered about that himself. “That’s between me and Cordelia.”
“I’d say it’s my business,” Buffy commented defensively.
“Mine too,” Xander dared to say.
Willow admitted, “Not mine,” but she didn’t move an inch to avoid hearing something that might not be news she needed to hear.
With a grunt of acknowledgement, Angel shifted his gaze to the books on the table. He picked up Vortak’s Demonology Compendium, an alphabetized list of various demon species, turning to the one he knew they were after. “This is the demon you’re looking for. Child’s play if you know how to kill it. You won’t need me on this one, Buffy.”
Turning on his heel, Angel walked out of the library leaving the doors swinging closed behind him. He walked into the night knowing that he had to be anywhere but there right now. Although it wasn’t just anywhere he was headed.
Angel ended up at the Bronze. He couldn’t consciously admit to himself why he was there, not until he spotted Cordelia in the crowd. Watching her for a while, Angel stuck to the shadows. She had a group gathered around her listening in or simply gaping at her beautiful smile.
Someone pointed to him making Angel realize that he’d stepped closer while continuing to stare in Cordelia’s direction. She glanced over her shoulder looking a little surprised, but her smile never faded. Cordelia said something to the group which immediately dispersed into the crowd and then she turned to walk toward him.
“Hey there, Broody Boy,” she grinned at him. “How’s that guilt trip going?”
“It’s going,” Angel responded not quite knowing how to say that feeling guilty hadn’t done a damn thing to change the fact that he wanted her.
Cordelia laughed at his gloomy expression. He looked so out of place here at the club where people were here to have a good time. “I thought you’d be up to your fangs in research by now.”
“I left.”
That seemed strange. Guessing wildly, “Splinters in your ass from sitting on the stairs?”
“No, just— missing you,” Angel’s words made Cordelia catch her breath. Wanting to hear from her about her exclusion from the gang, he prompted, “Tell me why you’ve been avoiding me.”
“Avoiding you?” Cordelia let out that breath in a short huff. Then thinking it might not be the best idea to point fingers, she commented, “I was just giving you some space. I didn’t want to crowd you.”
Angel stepped impossibly close so their bodies were separated only by a thin layer of light. “Was it your decision, Cordy, or did they keep you away from me?”
Drawing in a sharp breath, Cordelia admitted that it was a mixture of both. “At first, Giles kept me out of his house. Told me he didn’t want to expose me to anything you might say.”
“Maybe that was a good idea,” he realized the watcher had only been trying to protect Cordelia from his soulless perverted nature. At the same time, the thought of Rupert Giles barring her from his presence pissed him off.
Nibbling at her lower lip, Cordelia further explained, “After a while, I stayed away on purpose. I decided it would be best for both of us.”
The idea stabbed at him like a hot poker. His response was automatic, coming in the form of a growl and a demand, “Don’t make decisions for us when I’m not involved.”
Gaping in surprise at his words, she lifted a hand to his chest, still gazing directly into his fathomless eyes searching for hidden meanings. “Is there an ‘us’?”
Part of him wanted to show her that there was definitely something between them. Whatever it was, even if it couldn’t be named, it did exist. Only Angel knew that he had no business making such declarations. So he confessed softly, “We had one incredible, unforgettable night and I can’t seem to get it or you out of my head.”
“Neither can I,” Cordelia answered as the club lights dimmed and the soft strains of a ballad began to play in the background.
Angel’s hand closed over hers as it rested on his chest, the urge to have her in his arms so powerful that he would overcome any obstacle to make it so. “Dance with me.”
They barely danced as the music played. Cordelia’s arms slipped around his broad shoulders pulling her body closer into his hard frame. Keeping his hands moving, Angel pressed his fingers along her back moving at a slow, sensuous pace up and down the length of her spine. Until one crept up to the nape of her neck, cupping her there and tracing the edge of her jaw with his thumb.
Cordelia knew her heart was beating a rickety tune and she kept forgetting how to breathe as she looked up at him, their eyes locked together as their bodies touched and moved with the rhythm of the music. She wanted his mouth on hers, to feel the weight of his kiss. For a moment, it appeared that she would get her way, but Angel came within a hair’s breadth of her lips and moved no closer.
He felt the whisper of Cordelia’s sweet breath upon his lips, causing Angel to realize what he was about to do. Slowly, reluctantly he pulled back.
A glint of anger appeared in her hazel orbs as Angel watched Cordelia’s reaction. She waited purposefully for him to make that last move despite wanting to crush her lips against him, but he obviously didn’t want to make it. Whether it was guilt over Buffy or over the night Angelus spent with her, Cordelia realized he wasn’t ready to make a choice.
“I think it’s time I went home,” Cordelia told him, unwrapping her arms and sliding her hands down to his chest signaling with a little pressure that she wanted to move.
Stifling his grumbled protest, Angel nodded his understanding and released her from his arms. Though one hand stayed at the small of her back as he suggested, “Walk you to your car?”
“Sure,” Cordelia grinned at that. “Ever the gentleman, Angel?”
Angel’s thoughts had nothing to do with being gentlemanly, but he was determined to ignore the primal urges that kept demanding he kiss her, taste her, take her and make her his forever. For now, he’d settle for keeping her where he could have her in his sight. “I’ll see you at the school library tomorrow. Scooby meeting. Usual time. Don’t be late.”
“The slayer’s got a thing about tardiness?” quipped Cordelia with a raised brow. Her eyes silently questioned whether it was a good idea to follow through with that plan.
“Actually, yes,” Angel’s mouth curled upward. Then more seriously, he commented, “You shouldn’t be excluded because of me.”
Rolling her eyes, Cordelia pretended that it hadn’t hurt. “Why should I care about being there when nobody wants me? I have far better thi—”
“I want you…there,” Angel tilted her chin up to study her face reading the myriad emotions glittering in her eyes. There was a challenge to his voice, one he expected she would take.
Cordelia agreed knowing that she’d rather face Buffy and Xander any day than go another one without seeing him. “Okay.”
They’d reached her car. Cordelia pressed the button to unlock the door finding Angel holding it open for her. Such a contrast to the way Angelus behaved when he’d tried to force her to dig under the car for her own keys and then demanded to drive her car. Not that he’d won either of those arguments, Cordelia thought with a little smile.
“Goodnight, Cordy,” her name sounded as a soft endearment on his lips.
Echoing his farewell, Cordelia grinned in response, “Goodnight, Angel.”
Neither one of them seemed to be moving apart. Angel traced her bottom lip with his thumb imagining his mouth there. “Pleasant dreams.”
A wicked glint suddenly appeared in Cordelia’s eyes, her voice warm and honeyed as she assured him, “Oh, they will be.”
Angel knew then that she dreamt about him the same way, reliving that night over and over again. Stepping back away from Cordelia and the car door, he kept his gaze on her. “Mine too.”
