Part 33
“What is it?”
Angel had gone to stand by the door.
“Gunn’s worried that we’re going to do ‘the bump and grind’.” Angel faced Cordy.
“I wish.” Cordy grumbled from the bed.
“Cor…”
“Don’t start on that again, Angel, okay, please. I wasn’t regretting anything, I was just wishing, ‘Kay.”
“Okay,” Angel sighed and went back to the bed. “I wish, too.” his hands reaching for her.
Cordy slid into his embrace, pulling his lips to hers. The kiss was long and sweet. Angel leaned up his lips leaving a gentle kiss on tip of her nose. “I should go call Wesley.”
Cordelia gave a soft smile in return. “Yes, you should,” trailing a finger on Angel’s bottom lip, not quite ready to give up all contact with the mouth that gave her so much pleasure and could give her so much more. She sighed and pushed back. “Go.” She grinned.
Angel grinned back letting the momentum of her push take him too his feet. “I love you.”
“Me, too. Go.”
***
Cordelia leaned back to her previous position on the bed, her gaze fastened on the closed door of the bedroom. She closed her eyes and knocked her head on the baseboard wondering how they were going to get through this.
She had told Angel that it hadn’t been fun and it hadn’t, she only did what needed to be done to get their answers. Cordy didn’t share Angel’s ‘jollies’- he teased about it, but Cordy knew that it had only been half a joke. Her vampire had some dark stuff swirling inside him, conflicts that he struggled with daily, areas of himself he tried to keep hidden from the rest them and especially her she imagined.
Got to protect Cordy, she could hear him tell himself over and over again as he stood in the doorway turning into stone. Don’t let her know that causing Justine’s fear had stirred something deep in the vampire, don’t let Cordy know that the best ending to the show downstairs would be an even better show upstairs- a wanton lustful joining of the two beings that orchestrated Justine’s breakdown.
Cordelia knew this because she had felt the same way as she watched the vampire silently reign in his desires.
Danger, she had sensed it downstairs and she had sensed it in the doorway. It wasn’t the fear that turned her on, but the danger sure had. Cordelia turned flopping on her stomach and grabbing at a pillow. She finally admitted that she loved Angel. Cordelia might as well admit the rest at least to herself. Cordelia loved Angel because he had the best heart of any one she knew, she loved him for being stronger than any one she knew, not only in strength but will.
The pain that he afflicted on others long ago, the pain he himself suffered because of that guilt, the obstacles –internal and external- that popped up so consistently in his journey to do the right thing, the struggles he went through daily to be the good man that he was would’ve destroyed a lesser being long ago. He had faltered in the past, sure, but Angel never broke.
Those were the easy things to admit; the hard one was that Cordelia was excited by the danger inherent in the vampire he was, the danger that Angel restrained by the belief in his soul.
She had told Angel when they were under the influence of the possession that he looked really hot killing those freaky homicidal theater hands, but since she was being really honest here, she would have say now – that hadn’t been the ballerina in her speaking that had been pure Cordelia.
The power and danger that he would show freely when saving an innocent or protecting her and their family was a very sexy thing to behold. It was a power and danger that thrilled her, just as the danger she saw when he was acting the part downstairs thrilled her. The words were a show but the danger and power wasn’t.
And god forgive her, Cordy had wanted him so badly in that moment. She had wanted Angel to possess her, she had wanted his hands on her body feeling the power of those hands that could’ve snapped Justine’s neck in an instant but didn’t, even could snap hers but wouldn’t- because Angel had a soul.
Cordelia thanked god that Angel was as strong as he was because if he had done anything more than tease and kiss her so sweetly she wouldn’t have resisted or hesitated but welcome it- and it would have destroyed everything that she loved with all of her heart. Because while the danger of Angel may excite her, the danger and power of Angelus without Angel’s self-imposed boundaries and strength of his soul scared the hell out of her.
Cordelia swung her legs to the floor. If they were going to survive this mounting frustration crap then she needed to find some answers. It boggled her mind, discounting her time with Groo, she had been pretty fine with no sex for long periods, and it wasn’t the sex she had missed but the feeling of closeness to another, the intimacy of being cared about.
But now within two days of knowing that Angel loved her and he loved her- she was turning into crazy horny woman ready to tear out her eyeballs because they couldn’t have sex. What happened to being satisfied with cuddling and kissing? What happened to the knowledge that a loving relationship wasn’t just about the sex?
Pfft. Those had flew out the window when Angel screwed up and beat the challenge and made her choke on her scream as her body melted. And they weren’t about to come back not now that she realized that the desire she felt was more than just love for the vampire but some primal lust which made her body cry out to be possessed by the vampire and to possess him in return.
Geez, she was fucked up.
Part 34
Wesley’s scent reached Angel’s perception before the man did- his scent and that of Lilah’s. The smell of the bitch’s sex was woven into Wesley’s making it almost as one. A deep growl rumbled throughout Angel’s body.
It wasn’t just Lilah’s scent that angered him though that bitch could trigger his desire to kill quicker than any one he had every met in quite a long time, no, it was the smell of their sex. Wesley and Lilah, two enemies were allowed something that Angel was denied with the woman he loved, it made him want to kill.
“Sorry, took longer than I thought to get away,” Wesley slid into the pew next to him. “Angel, is something wrong,” Wesley heard the vampire’s growl.
Angel moved further away. “What? Getting harder to drag yourself out of the bitch.” His growl barely contained.
Wesley squirmed at the vampire’s tone. He’d forgotten how acute Angel’s senses were. Regardless of his surprise, he was a bit annoyed about the vampire’s attitude. Angel knew why he was sleeping with Lilah. “Moral judgments from you? About this, you’re really not in the best position to do that now are you?”
Angel glared but said nothing slipping even further away from Wesley.
Wesley stared at the vampire for a moment. “Angel, you called me.” Wesley commented deciding that Angel’s attitude was the result of the increase tension of the upcoming rescue.
Angel beat down his growl trying to focus on the issue, not the scent that surrounded Wesley. “We have Justine and the truth. Now we get Connor.”
Wesley nodded. “When?”
“Tomorrow night.”
“Tomorrow. No, Angel. I need more time.”
“Can’t get enough of the bitch, uh, Wes.”
“Angel” Wesley snapped, his blue eye’s turning to steel. “What’s wrong with you.”
“Tomorrow, Wesley.” Angel growled getting to his feet. “Just tell me where Connor’s being kept.”
“Angel, I need more time too find out about the entity on the floor. Lilah….” Wesley stared again at the vampire’s growl beginning to believe that it was more than tension that was affecting the vampire.
He shook his head. “I have gotten access to Wolfram & Hart’s inner libraries. I need the chance to discover what information they have on the little girl. I need more time with Connor.”
“You’ll have all day. But, tomorrow night we move. Where’s Connor being kept?”
“Centuries upon centuries of knowledge are in those books and I have all day; that should be more than sufficient time,” Wesley grumbled. Wesley took a deep breath. “Angel, how do you plan on getting into Wolfram & Hart?”
“By doing what they expect- going in after them.”
“Ah, your standard Plan A-Z, the frontal assault -that usually is such a resounding success.”
“I’ll go in after Lilah, they will be concentrating on me, and Gunn will come and help get Connor out. Do you have a problem with that?”
“Lilah has told me that the Special Projects Division will be having a board meeting tomorrow evening at 8:OO p.m. She will be there as well as Linwood and the rest of the division. Since, you are probably the main topic of discussion, it may be appropriate that you appear there. You, a roomful of lawyers, that should be a sufficient diversion.” Wesley said coldly.
Angel nodded at Wesley answer to his accusatory question. “Connor.”
“He’s being kept on the 52nd floor. I’ll be able to dismantle the surveillance in the room. Gunn should take out the guards in the security room so as not raise alarm once that is done. Here, you’ll need these.” Wesley held out some blueprints.
Again Angel nodded taking the papers.
“Angel, is it still your plan to go up to the top floor?”
Angel didn’t bother to answer. “Tomorrow.” He said over his shoulder as he left the church.
Wesley stared after the dark figure. There was definitely something going with Angel and the gaping ache in the pit of Wesley’s stomach warned him that it was not as simple as the mission ahead.
Wesley rubbed his face roughly. First things first, Wesley needed to get back to his apartment before the sleeping potion he had given Lilah wore off. Then he needed to get some sleep before he spent all day searching for any information on the entity before Angel went after her and he needed to gather as much information about the ‘Tro Clan’ prophecy that Wolfram & Hart possessed, then he needed to prepare Connor for what was to come, Angel and the rest may classify it as a rescue mission, but Wesley wasn’t so sure that the boy would.
Wesley looked again at the doorway of the church. Possibly he should also make the time to see what other materials Wolfram & Hart had collected on Angel over the years. Wesley tiredly sighed as he lumbered to feet.
Tomorrow was going to be a long day.
Part 35
Cordelia closed the book she had been reading, leaning back in her chair thinking. She pushed up with a frustrated sigh. She’d already scoured the book before but that time had been in reference to her visions, but now she had been reading only thinking about Angel’s soul.
But it hadn’t helped, she just couldn’t be sure that a paranormal prophylactic would work in their situation and the risk was too great to not be.
“Cordy, Cordy,” Fred called out again.
“Hmm,” Cordy looked up finally hearing the other woman.
“Gunn and I were going to get some dinner. Do you want us to bring you back something? Or do you need me to stay and help research,” she pointed to the books in front of Cordy.
“Whatcha you researching? Should I stay? I’ll stay if you want me too, I can get on the computer and help you look for whatever you are looking for. What are you looking for? ”
Cordy gave a soft smile at Fred’s eagerness. “Thanks but no, I was just checking on something, not important. Sure, bring back anything.” Cordelia glanced at the clock on the wall. “What’s taking Angel so long?” she said to no one in particular.
Gunn answered. “Hopefully, going into a little more specifics with Wes than ‘we’re barging into Wolfram & Hart’ tomorrow.”
Fred smacked at Gunn’s arm. “What’s with you, you used be all for the barging in approach.”
“Still am girl, but barging into that firm probably needs a bit more planning than kicking the door in. Let’s go.”
***
“Well, the terror upstairs is spewing hate and other so pleasant vibes.” Lorne came into the lobby.
Cordelia glanced at the soaked green jacket that Lorne wore.
“Wasn’t thirsty. Didn’t fall for my patented charm. Hates you, kitty-poo and scared as hell of your patented charm. How could that be, you’re such a sweetie. Angel cakes, I understand.”
Cordy shrugged, sitting back down flipping haphazardly through the books.
“So, brown eyes, you seem more than subdued, your stint as a torturer get you down.”
Cordelia scrunched up her face and shook her head. “She wasn’t tortured, just made her talk, that’s all.”
“That was Fred’s interpretation of the events, also. Charles seemed to be taken back a little though.”
“Wuss,” Cordy swung around to face Lorne. “What are you after Lorne? Why the rude attempt to tip toe through my brain.”
“You know I can’t do that, hands in the air, and your sweet tones are silent, not a whistle or a hum,” Lorne’s hands rose palms out.
“Not stopping you from trying though.”
Lorne’s eyes rose to his horns.
“What? Lorne, I’ve had so many friggin visitors in my brain, I’m getting use to recognizing the knock of strangers calling.”
Lorne studied the young woman for a moment. “Kidnapped, held prisoner, tortured, those lovely events can cause some whirly dirly emotions.”
“I’m fine. Angel’s the one that suffered. I was kidnapped by the evil law firm, bigwhoo, nothing new there, Angel was attacked and stuffed in a box by his son.”
“I haven’t had the pleasure of trying to intrude on Angelcakes swirling emotions. He doesn’t seem to want to be around me since he’s gotten back and he said he’d missed me, but I’m not feeling the love. Problem?”
Cordelia rolled her eyes. “He just doesn’t like intrusion, like the rest of us.”
Lorne stared at Cordy again, “There’s a lot of anger in you sweetums.” Lorne raised his hands. “Not reading, just observing.”
Cordy’s eyes narrowed. “Angel loved that boy with all of his heart. Connor was his hope, his future, he would’ve died for that boy, but Connor rejected him in the worse possible way, tossed Angel and his love away like garbage to suffer eternally.”
Lorne leaned back. “Your mother’s heart turning a little into stone towards our wayward boy.”
“Of course not. I don’t blame Connor.” Cordelia’s gaze went towards the stairs. “I know who to blame. He was used.”
“Don’t you mean he let himself be used?”
Cordelia swirled her glare back to the green demon.
“The boy doesn’t share your devotion or utter belief in the goodness of Angel. He popped back into this world ready to kill Angel, his heart wasn’t open with all that much love before step-daddy set up Angel.”
“He was used, Lorne from the day he was taken. He will love Angel and trust him again.”
“You so sure.”
“Yes, Angel deserves it. I’ve had enough of this, go read a plant.” Cordy moved towards the stairs.
Lorne waited until Cordy disappeared up the stairs. He went to the books that Cordy was looking through. He shrugged a little more at ease. He really hadn’t gotten a good read on the young woman, but the anger he did sense could very well be chalked up to sexual frustration.
That could be a bitch.
***
Cordelia paced around Angel’s bedroom. She didn’t want to go back downstairs. She couldn’t even enjoy her dinner. Lorne kept staring at her. At least, he had stopped trying to question and interpret her, but she didn’t like his speculative scrutiny any better than his inquisitive one.
“Ow,” she cried hopping on one foot, kicking the side of the bed really hadn’t been a good idea. Oh, what the hell, she kicked it again. She hated that she was trapped in Angel’s bedroom.
Cordy fell on the bed landing on her stomach. She wanted so much to be trapped in Angel’s bedroom, only with Angel and no frustration. Where was the stupid vampire, he should’ve been back by now. She slammed her fist into the pillow, before scrunching it up to her chest.
***
Angel strode into the lobby carrying a duffle bag, his gaze bypassing his friends that got up to greet him and going straight to the stairs. His feet began to follow his gaze towards where Cordy was.
“Whoa, Angel.” Gunn called out. “Did you talk to Wesley?”
Angel nodded and continued on his path.
“Care to share- details, man, details.”
Fred rolled her eyes. “Angel, please, Charles seems to be fixating on the need for details. He won’t go to to bed, just grumbling about lack of details and such.”
“Girl, we need details.”
“Charles, we have plenty of time to go over the plan,” Fred glanced at Angel who had stopped at the foot of the stairs. “Don’t we, we’re not going until tomorrow night right.”
“Girl, you’re not going anywhere.” Gunn shook his head.
“Why not? How do you know? You haven’t even heard the plan.” Fred crossed her arms against her chest.
“Wes gave me the information I need, we’ll go over it tomorrow. Now, I think everyone should just go to sleep.” Angel said, the duffle bag resting against his thigh.
Fred nodded. “Okay, hey, Angel, are you hungry? Cordy fixed you up a cup with oregano and peppers. We had Italian. I could heat it up for you. Cordy already went to bed.”
“Oregano?” Angel shook his head. “No, thank you.” He turned to go up to his room the bag still in his hand.
Lorne stopped him with a touch on his arm. “Angelcakes, if you have a minute, thought maybe we could sit down catch up on old times.”
Angel looked at the hand on his arm back up to the demon. “Not now, Lorne.” He shook off Lorne’s grip and went up to where he needed to be since he re-entered the world.
“He’s tired.” Fred looked at both Lorne and Gunn. “And so am I. He said tomorrow. So, tomorrow you’ll get your plan.” She followed the vampire, stopping once. “Charles, you’re tired, too.”
“Yeah, okay, tomorrow.” Gunn dragged his feet after his girlfriend.
“Looks likes it beddie by time then.” Lorne shook his head turning off the lights of the lobby.
***
“Took you long enough.” Cordelia grumbled sitting up from under the covers.
“I had some things to do after I talked to Wesley.”
“Things?” Cordelia crawled to the end of the bed. “That’s mine.” She pointed to the duffle bag Angel was carrying.
“Clothes.” Angel swung the bag onto the bed. “I thought maybe you’d want something to wear other than my stuff.”
“Pooh, you just wanted me to wear something other than your stuff. Stingy.”
Angel glanced at his boxers and T-shirt that graced Cordelia’s body. He shook his head. “I don’t mind.” Christ, his clothes even got to caress her naked skin, just not him.
“Yeah,” Cordelia knelt and looked through the bag. “Did you talk to Dennis? He’s got to be worried.”
“I did. He’s very happy you’re back. He missed you.”
“I should go see him soon. Thank you. Yours are great to sleep in, but not good to mission wear, and I can’t wear my old clothes anymore-after a month plus, I’m sick of them.” Cordy looked up, placing the duffle bag on the floor.
“Cordy, I don’t want you to go tomorrow.”
“Are we about to have a fight? Because if we are let’s just pretend that we did and I won. ‘Kay.” She leaned up to kiss the vampire on the cheek.
Angel’s hands snaked around Cordelia’s waist. “Cordy…”
Cordy rose her brow cocking her head to the vampire. “Angel, I am going to win this, so let’s avoid all of the yelling and stuff.”
Angel rested his head on top of hers. “’’Kay”
“You’re so smart.” Cordelia leaned back smiling brightly. “Change and let’s go to sleep.” She scooted away back to her previous position under the covers.
Angel shrugged off his jacket and took off his boots.
“Angel.” Cordelia questioned over her shoulder at the clothed vampire who was crawling on top of the covers next to her.
“I’m fine.” Angel pulled the young woman and the covers into his chest, kissing her slightly on her head. His hands dug under the cloth of the comforter and t-shirt to grasp the skin around her waist pulling her tighter against him and the barrier the covers and his clothes made.
Cordelia sighed snuggling closer. She peeked over her shoulder. “Did you like your dinner?”
“I wish you would stop experimenting with my blood.”
“Hmmph. I left out the garlic.”
“That was very considerate of you. Thank you.” Angel chuckled, kissing her again on her cheek and then settling his face in the crook of her neck, rubbing and breathing deeply before closing his eyes.
“Love you.” Cordelia whispered clutching at the strong hands that captured her waist.
“Me, too.” Angel nuzzled once again into her skin.
Part 36
Angel fought against the approaching coldness and aching hunger. He clutched at the warmth that surrounded his body staving the reality of the blackness and hopelessness of the deep sea. His fingers bore into the warmth of the flesh made real in the dream moving and grabbing to get all of it.
His voice broke the silence in a harsh cry calling out the name of the woman he needed to be with him, the one that gave him hope.
“Shh, Shh, Angel, I’m here.” Cordy whispered, her hands trying to soothe the ridges that appeared on Angel’s face at his cry. “I’m here, I’m not going anywhere. Ever. Shh,” planting small kisses all over his face and over the glowing eyes that bore fierce questions into hers.
Angel stared not understanding the soft words and gentle kisses but he did feel the heat of salt tears hitting his face as the words once again murmured against his skin.
“Cordy?” His question came out as a choked cry.
“Yes, Shh,” leaning up bracing herself on the vampire’s shoulders and smiling.
One hand shot up while the other kept Cordy’s body pressed on top of his. Angel’s thumb moved along her smile as his eyes, now brown, held Cordy’s hazel ones in a intense stare. “Cordy.” He growled cupping his hand behind her neck powerfully pushing her face down as his leaned up to capture her lips.
Angel devoured her mouth not allowing Cordelia’s head to move as his whole body strained upwards and his hand on the small of her back pushed down, his actions doing what ever they could to merge their bodies and bring the woman’s warmth into his body.
Cordelia did all that she was permitted. Her hands snaked behind Angel’s lifted head pulling it closer as her body pressed down in an effort to help Angel fuse them together.
Angel relaxed his grip on her neck slightly sensing that the warmth wasn’t attempting to leave him, but actively helping him in his goal. Cordelia took advantage of slight reprieve and moved her lips taking small breaths as she kissed along the strong planes of Angel’s jaw.
This time Angel did understand the soft murmurs along his face and gentle kisses. Angel relaxed his grip some more, never releasing but more gentle and giving. The hand that had captured Cordy’s hips became loose, still holding but now caressing.
“Cor..”
“Shh, I’m okay, I can breath again, though it was touch and go there for a minute” she teased into the hollow of his throat.
“Cordy,” Angel lifted her face, his look of concern replaced by a smile at Cordelia’s big grin.
“One more kiss, then I think I better move.” She cocked her head down to their hips and the erection that was jerking frantically into her stomach.
Angel leaned back up to recapture her lips, this time relishing Cordelia’s joining the mutual exploration of the new kiss.
Cordelia pulled away swallowing a big gulp of air, her lips rubbing together. “Um. Shower,” she grumbled and sighed at the same time.
Angel nodded. “Shower,” he agreed but didn’t move and didn’t let Cordy move. With a sign and a groan, he pushed his hips up against Cordelia’s, dragging her body down and over his erection, stopping when his pant-covered cock jerked against the thin material that protected the area at the juncture of her thighs. He pumped again at Cordelia’s choked whimper. Cordelia moved to bring their hips together one more time when Angel’s hands caught her hips and moved them off his erection. “Shower.” He winced slowly inching further away from Cordelia.
Cordy struggled to a seated position watching the hunched over vampire move quickly to the bathroom. She gulped again trying to calm the ache in her belly and the tingling in her nerves. She slowly got to her feet and moved to the bathroom.
“Angel,” she opened. “I…” her voice choked as she saw Angel standing in the shower his erection strong and alive, her feet suddenly immovable.
“Cordy,” Angel groaned. “Go away.”
Cordy stood mutely just staring. She hadn’t ever seen Angel completely naked before. Cordy had thought the towel said it all-what a lie. Flashes of statues, museums and works of art floated through her mind. God he was beautiful.
“Cordy.” Angel ordered.
Cordelia blinked up at the vampire. “You’re not fat.”
“Wha…t?” Angel gaze jerked from the young woman to his body, his erection losing steam quicker than the cold water dictated as his hands went to waist and stomach searching for rolls of fat.
“You’re not,” she said in the same amazed tone. “Just there’s more, all hard and..big,” her eyes going back down his body. “Really….nice,” her tongue licking at her lips on its own violation.
“OUT,” Angel growled, his hands no longer searching for non-existence fat, but reaching for the cold-water nozzle and grabbing for the shower curtain to wrap around his body and his erection that perked up at Cordy’s appraisal.
Cordelia shook her head at Angel’s yell, remembering why she came in the bathroom in the first place. “I…I just wanted to say, that I’m here….I mean, Angel, I’m not going anywhere, I’ll always be with you, no more nightmares needed. I love you. That’s all.” She bit her lips.
Angel stared at the new emotion on her face, the one of love that warmed him completely, good god, his toes were having an orgasm, Angel’s arm reached out towards the young woman, dropping the shower curtain. He shook his waterlogged head, grabbing the shower curtain back up. “Please, Cordy, leave.” He really wanted to cry.
Cordelia nodded reaching for the door. She stopped as he called out her name.
“Me, too. Love you, I mean.”
She nodded quickly and ran out of the bathroom.
“Christ.” Angel slumped to the floor of the shower begging his cock to forget about the love and desire on Cordy’s face at least long enough for him to get out from under the freezing ass water.
***
Cordelia didn’t wait for Fred to finish her shout of come in before she barged in the other woman’s room. “Good, you’re out of the shower,” seeing Fred wrapped in her robe and her wet hair in a towel.
“Yeah, but,” Fred’s body and finger swiveled following Cordelia’s movement to her bathroom. “Cordy…”, she called as Cordelia went in the small room and came back out running and a loud deep screech, and a cry ‘Whoa, woman, out,’ followed Cordelia’s fleeing form, “Charles’ taking a shower,” Fred finished with a shrug.
Cordelia blinked in a dazed fashion, her embarrassment as effective as the cold shower would’ve been. She shrugged and wandered over to Fred.
“Cordy, didn’t you like any of the shampoos I bought at the drug store.”
“Angel’s in the shower,” Cordelia said quietly.
“Oh, well, you know Gunn and I…oh, you and Angel – happy, bad happy problems, Charles will be out soon, maybe. He screeched prettily loudly. I think maybe you embarrassed him.”
Cordelia nodded. “Fred.”
“Yeah.”
“You’re boyfriend is really hot.”
Fred blinked then smiled. “I know.” She giggled.
“I’ll just go now.” Cordy moved towards the door.
Fred was still smiling when Cordelia shut the door.
“Charles,” Fred went into the bathroom, laughing as Gunn shrieked and grabbed at the towels.
“She needs her own shower, what’s wrong with that woman.” He glared.
Fred rolled her eyes. “Angel was in his. She said you were hot.”
Gunn’s glare left his face. “Really? Barbie thinks I’m hot,” he straightened.
Fred laughed. “Charles, you’re silly.” She threw a towel at him.
***
Cordelia stood in the middle of the hall shaking her head. She glanced to Angel’s door then back to Fred, she pictured both men’s reaction as she walked in on both of them. She fell back to the wall, laughing as she slipped to the floor.
“Brown eyes, is there a reason for this morning hysteria,” Lorne looked down.
“I think today will be a really good day.” Cordelia got to her feet, wiping at her tears.
“A sign, a vision?”
“Vision, two, very nice.” Cordelia smiled walking back towards Angel room. Now that the urge to submerge herself in ice water was gone, she figured getting a change of clothes wouldn’t be a bad idea.
“And they were..”
Cordelia smiled. “Never you mind,” giggling. Wow. Cordelia began to feel pretty lucky. She woke up in Angel’s arms, being kissed, held and loved.
And lets not forget she got something that most women would squeal for- the sight of a naked Angel and a naked Gunn all in one morning- really, was there a better way to start a day.
