Part 3
Chase Residence, Cordelia’s Bedroom
Brushing her dark chestnut tresses to a lustrous sheen, Cordelia closed her eyes feeling the sensuous tug of the soft bristles against her hair. Those steady strokes had an almost hypnotic effect as her mind turned inward, focusing elsewhere… on him. Just as it had in some form or fashion for the past month turned to thoughts of Angelus whenever bedtime neared.
What a surprise to see Angel at the Bronze. Looking for answers, he’d sought her out and taking her into his arms they’d danced in a slow circle. Not once had she joked at his limited dance moves because Cordelia realized he was just as desperate as she to simply hold on. Cordelia knew he meant to kiss her, but there was no planning involved only instinct accompanied by the harsh reality check that held him back.
Buffy.
Not even there in physical form, all it took was the thought of the blond slayer. Cordelia could read it in his eyes. Guilt rising up and taking hold. Maybe Angel’s soul had returned and with it feelings for Buffy, but it was clear he hadn’t forgotten her or their night together. He felt conflicted just as Cordelia knew he would be.
Strangely, Cordelia wasn’t angry that he held off even though she wanted nothing more than to feel his mouth on hers. Angelus had awakened her to passion, but there was more to it. Something that tugged at her heart in a way no one else ever had.
Whatever existed between them, she didn’t want it mired in guilt, confusion or doubt, but she wasn’t going to hide or shy away from it. If it took braving the Scooby Meeting tomorrow night, then she’d do it.
Maybe Angel was a vampire, but it had been weeks since Cordelia decided that she no longer cared. That she’d seen him at his worst and wanted him anyway. With his soul restored, Cordelia thought she knew the kind of person he tried to be. Someone good and selfless who fought against his own kind to make the world a better place. Fighting against the darkness of his past.
It couldn’t be easy.
Jenny Calendar taught Cordelia more about Angelus than she’d ever learned from Giles, Buffy or even the vampire himself. The stories should have frightened her off. It sickened her to know some of the things Angelus did in back in the day, but his life had changed so much since being cursed by the Kalderash Romani.
The soul made a difference, one that forced him to walk a fine line. When Angel backed away from that potential kiss, it was because he knew what loyalty meant, knew the meaning of love and would not break whatever promise existed between himself and Buffy Summers.
One night of drunken passion could not erase what Angel felt for Buffy. No matter that Cordelia wished it was that simple. Even though her body hummed with the thought of being with him, Cordelia knew he was trying to do the right thing. That just made him all the more appealing.
The more she thought about it, the more Cordelia admired him for trying. After all, resisting Cordelia Chase took more than mere effort. Besides, Angel was kind of a hottie considering he wasn’t even human. Okay. Sheesh! So maybe that was a huge understatement, hello! Every muscular inch of him made her insides melt.
Oh, the things that Angelus did to her that night. A spontaneous and dreamy smile lit her face. No wonder she’d been a little sore in the morning. Deliciously so.
Would it be the same, Cordelia wondered, now that Angel’s soul had been restored?
Her bed became a playground for their passionate romp that night. Romp, romps, multiple romping. Angelus fucked like a demon. Forceful, demanding and playful. Always in control.
She knew he held back for her sake from the darker side of his nature. Not that she had considered it that night after striking her little deal with Angelus. No, Cordelia had simply lost herself the way he made her feel and held back nothing. Even when he played a little rough.
“Does that tickle your tonsils, baby?” Angelus asked brazenly as he flipped her onto her hands and knees to thrust into her from behind. Both hands on the firm curves of her ass, he braced himself to piston his hips even faster going far deeper than before.
Cordelia cried out demanding that he keep going as his thick cock rubbed up against a sweet spot that made her convulse around him. “Oh!” She felt the sting of his palm on her bottom, not hard enough to really hurt, but leaving her skin hot and tingling beneath his cool palm.
Looking over her shoulder, Cordelia caught the focused passion on Angelus’ face and the deep amber tint of his eyes as he gazed down at their connected bodies. Feeling what he was seeing, she envied him that view. That hard shaft thrusting, thrusting, thrusting deep, rubbing against the swollen folds stretching around his sex while her creamy essence eased his way glistening around him. Inner muscles clamped down tight around him as he kept up his aggressive tempo.
Ardent rumbles welled deep in his chest as Cordelia’s keening moans joined his and the rhythmic slap of skin on skin in filling the room with the sound of their passion. All that mattered was being there with him and the way he could make her body writhe in ecstasy. Nothing existed then and there to confuse this with lovemaking, Cordelia realized in hindsight.
Not that she’d really cared at the time about making a differentiation. Cordelia Chase went after what she wanted and right then and there that was it. His every touch, word and utterance confirmed that his need and desire was all for her.
No matter that this was Angelus, an evil vampire, a soulless creature of the night. No matter his slayer connections. No matter the danger. No matter how playful his mood or that it could turn on a dime. No matter that the super-human strength and power he exuded came with a dominant streak.
He was still the man she wanted.
Those skillful hands caressed her skin, knowing just how to touch her. When they held her down, Cordelia’s protests only spurred him on, but the sensation of his overwhelming power gave her already buzzed system a thrill. He couldn’t stop her mouth while his was occupied elsewhere and snatching the opportunity to call out a few commands of her own made the experience even more exciting.
Even when Angelus vamped out again before taking her up on those suggestions and used his fangs to tease her skin, Cordelia reveled in it. His skilled mouth working her into a frenzy… just the memory of it left her wet and wanting.
So would it be the same now that the soul had been restored? Would Angel still fuck like a demon or was it all about tenderness and making love? Geez, was it so bad to want both and to hope she might get it? It wasn’t just his body she craved, Cordelia acknowledged the deep ache inside her.
She wanted everything Angel could possibly give her and knew if the chance came, she would show him just how much heart Cordelia Chase possessed.
***
Crawford Street Mansion
Back home, the mansion seemed huge and lonely to Angel. Being alone had never been quite so discomforting. He’d worn loneliness like a mantle for decades. It was a shroud that kept him from endangering others, from exposing himself to temptation. He hadn’t been completely isolated over the years, but close enough.
Coming to Sunnydale changed all that. For the most part. Watching over Buffy, being with Buffy, backing her up on patrol, it had all been about her and making him feel— just making him feel something other than guilt.
Well that feeling was back with a vengeance. Once again, it was all about her. This time, he certainly had a fresh load of it piled high.
Angel had never loved anyone in his two hundred plus years as a vampire. Nobody. Now it seemed he’d opened himself up to feeling less than he should for Buffy and more than he should for Cordelia. Way, way more than he should.
It was safe to say Angel thought he was headed straight to obsession. Assuming he wasn’t already there.
Glancing around the mansion, Angel realized why he felt so out of place and alone. Because he was alone and no one would darken the door of this building considering it’s current condition. Spike and Drusilla had left in a rush after their confrontation and the place was a mess.
It could also use a good dusting.
Better see to that if I ever expect guests to come over, the thought came and went. He tried to ignore the meaning behind it, but found it impossible.Guests? Who am I kidding here? I mean Cordelia.
Even drunk, she’d called him on it stating that the place was full of crazy vampires and dusty cobwebs. Well, he’d already taken care of the vampires. Except for the one who was really crazy, it seemed: himself.
Who was he to imagine bringing Cordelia here? Apparently, he was the seducer of inebriated young women, a vampire tied by a promise of devotion to someone else no matter the heartache and angry words that passed between Buffy and himself after losing his soul. That certainly hadn’t stopped him from going after Cordelia and seeking her out at the Bronze.
It had been so damned hard to stop from himself from kissing her tonight. Dancing with her and holding her in his arms made him feel like he was going up in flames. Then at the car, all Angel wanted to do was taste the honeyed nectar of her arousal as her body betrayed her reaction to him. She wanted it just as much as he did. Hell, he wanted to have her right there against the car.
Only he kept thinking of Buffy.
How could he not? The guilt ate at his soul. Buffy, who had made such an impact on his emotions, who showed strength and fought against the darkness with everything she had to give, was not to blame for any action of his.
Angel felt tied to her, but was it only out of guilt and a sense of obligation?
He’d given her a ring. A promise. He’d meant every syllable at the time and when he made love to her, he’d lost himself to his feelings and forgotten the darkness, forgotten anything but her.
Then his soul was gone and he felt like himself again…Angelus, a demon whose only worry was trying to purge the memory of sleeping with the enemy. Maybe he’d come close, but it wasn’t the Irish whiskey. Just Cordelia. One night of pure passion with a beautiful teenager whose woman’s body and sudden lack of fear or inhibitions were more than a match for his desire.
Now Angel couldn’t get her out of his thoughts; his body reacted just thinking of her. He barely knew Cordelia Chase, he realized the fact. That needed to change. He had purposefully tried to avoid her in the past. What he did know he had garnered from quiet observations.
Okay, so he had looked at her in the past too. Surreptitiously, of course. Easy on the eyes was only an understatement of her outward beauty. That long, silky hair; her gorgeous face and golden skin; those firm, full breasts with their pebbled mouth-watering nipples; her long legs with those supple thighs and that lush, rounded ass all called his attention to her physical form. He might be a vampire, but he was still male.
The mere thought of Cordelia stirred his lust. Angel growled at his body’s automatic reaction, but could not stop the rush of memories that followed.
His nights of excess were finally catching up with him. Angelus lay sprawled on the bed, his legs stretched out, one hand resting on his washboard stomach and the other curled around Cordelia’s shoulder as she contentedly snuggled into him.
A soft sigh sounded on her lips, her hazel eyes appearing bright from lack of sleep as she forced herself to keep them open. Afraid to close them and let sleep claim her because then the night would be over. Curling one long leg over his, Cordelia turned on her side to trail her fingers down that pale perfect flesh stretched over Angelus’ muscular chest.
Just that slight touch made him want her again. Lifting her face to his, Angelus leant forward to kiss. Starting out by claiming her lips, he branded himself across that silken mouth drawing her equally fiery response. Then his touch gentled as his hand trailed across her jaw and down the smooth line of her throat. His kisses started to wander eliciting delighted little moans as his cool lips touched her heated skin.
Cordelia caught him by surprise as his mouth opened to lathe the pulse point at her throat, pushing his shoulders back down to the bed and swinging her leg back over his hips to straddle him. “Not so fast. There’s the no biting deal, remember?”
Honestly, Angelus couldn’t remember a damn thing about agreeing not to bite. That was the plan all along. His hands slid along the outer edge of her golden thighs, up the line of her body to cup her breasts in his palms stroking along their curves. “Just a little nibble,” his mouth quirked into that sexy smirk she loved.
“Nuh-uh,” Cordelia shouldn’t have found it funny that Angelus was back on the old subject of biting, but her inebriated brain suddenly decided differently.
A mischievous gleam appeared in her eyes as her tongue ran the gamut across the pink curves of her mouth. “Nibbles sound good…as long as I’m the one doing the nibbling.”
“Fuck, yes, baby,” Angelus found the thought of her teeth on him distracting. “Bite me.”
Dawn remained an hour or two away as Cordelia began her playful mapping of his body with her hands and mouth. The use of her teeth brought a gruff rumble of pleasure to his throat and she could swear purring. Her nails trailed lightly over his skin until they reached a spot where Angelus let out a sharp yelp snatching her hand away.
“Not there.”
Peeking up at him, Cordelia realized she’d found a vulnerability in her vampire. He was ticklish. At least there. She pressed her mouth onto the spot on his abdomen, opening up to lathe a little circle around it while her fingers experimentally moved to the other side.
“Cordy!” The vampire tossed her back on the bed and half growled as they faced off across the length of the mattress. “No tickling.”
“So the poor vampire can’t take it, huh?” Cordelia grinned devilishly, moving so she was in a better position to pounce.
Angelus rose onto his knees, giving Cordelia an eyeful of the muscular angles and planes of his body. Momentarily distracted, she wasn’t expecting him to move so fast or that her own method of teasing torture would be used against her. They wrestled on the bed and Angelus sportingly allowed her to wriggle away from him only so that he could capture her again.
Squealing in delight and begging for him to stop, Cordelia determinedly made her escape. “No more. Stay over there,” she panted breathlessly. Geez, she could barely even keep her eyes open despite the fun. Nevertheless, Cordelia was calculating her next move.
“Not a chance,” Angelus smirked at her grabbing her wrist and giving her arm a little yank so that she fell forward on the bed landing on her stomach. He lost his balance, tumbling forward as the bed bounced in response.
As he found himself suddenly staring at the firm, full curves of Cordelia’s beautiful bottom, thoughts of claiming victory in their little tickle game drifted off. His large hands smoothed over those curves filling his palms with that warm flesh. There was no contemplative thought taking place, just seeing, touching… and tasting. Angelus bit down hard into that luscious ass sinking his fangs into her flesh.
Cordelia let out a yelp at the sharp sensation, but moaned at the cool tongue lapping at her skin. It felt… she drifted down into a state of unconsciousness as sleep finally claimed her. Her vampire lover was equally exhausted, the effects of several nights of drinking seriously affecting his usual stamina.
With his head pillowed against her bottom, Angelus fell asleep.
Now recalling the event, Angel knew that it had not been just a little love bite as he had explained the next morning when he awakened to find himself shackled to her bed. Then Cordelia bit him on the ass for revenge the next morning, which frankly had only turned him on. Until she sprinkled that garlic into the flesh-wound and then it had hurt like hell for days.
Damn, Cordy could be a vicious bitch when it came down to it. Angel found himself grinning at the prospect. Vaguely, he wondered if his bite left a permanent scar and the curiosity to see it burst inside him.
“Hey, Cordy,” he imagined himself saying. “Mind if I take a look?”
Nope. That would only get his ass kicked. He’d lost any opportunity he had by not demanding to see it that morning.
Angel spent the rest of the night trying not to think of kissing and nibbling his way across Cordelia’s golden skin. These were no longer memories he was dredging up, but pure fantasy bringing her here into his bed. Beneath him. With his hands and mouth on that satin flesh.
He felt a twinge of guilt for fantasizing about Cordelia instead of Buffy, but Angel honestly had never imagined the blonde in quite the same way. Pushing aside all thoughts of remorse in favor of getting back to the more pleasant mental pursuit of pleasuring Cordelia, Angel figured there was enough time for brooding tomorrow.
