Chapter 46
Two days later
“Did Crystal go?” Willow asked.
Fred nodded. “She wanted to go home, now that Drakkus….or rather Glistera was evil free.”
“I thought her family was already dead?” Xander asked.
“She still had friends there and well…she told me that Cordy sacrificed herself to purge the dimensions of all of the Drakkus, she wanted everyone to know the story.” Fred paused. “How’s Buffy?” Fred teetered on the edge of the chair.
Willow sighed. “Not good, she won’t leave her room. Dawn’s with her and Spike of all people. She blames herself.”
Fred nodded. “She’s not the only one. Wesley’s disappeared again without saying a word.”
“I wish I could hate Cordelia for doing this.”
Fred jerked her head up at the red head’s words then slowly nodded, realizing that she felt the same way. “She should’ve told us.”
“She did, repeatedly; we just wouldn’t listen,” Lorne corrected gently.
“Has he gone?” Fred looked up at the green demon.
“Yeah, wouldn’t change his every loving stubborn mind or let anyone go with him.”
“Do you think that was a good idea?”
“He has Connor. He just said they were going home, but wanted to be alone for a while. We should leave soon though, I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to leave him for too long.”
“As soon as the service is over.” Fred covered her face in her hands, her resolve finally breaking into sobs. “I don’t want to do this again.”
“Hey, girl,” Gunn placed a comforting arm around his crying girlfriend.
“He talked to Buffy.” Xander said from the couch. “Didn’t want him to after his reaction in the cave, but she wanted it.”
“And?” Gunn and Lorne said. Fred looked up questioningly, wiping the tears from her eyes.
Xander shrugged. “He just stood at the doorway and said he didn’t blame her and then left. Insensitive, if you ask me and too little. Didn’t even apologize. Buffy is hurting.”
“And, he’s not?” Fred argued in a harsh whisper.
“Of course he is,” Willow said. “Everyone is.” Willow sighed.
“Xander, it was enough and actually more than expected considering only two days ago, he almost killed her. If it hadn’t been for Spike, he just might have. Buffy was in no condition to fight him. No. It was enough. His coming here was an apology and he gave Buffy something that she needed. Buffy couldn’t deal with this is if she thought that Angel blamed her. Now, she will be able to in time. Speaking of which….”
The somber group got up as one.
“Is Buffy coming?” Fred asked.
“I….” Willow started, not quite knowing the answer.
“Yes.” Buffy came down the stairs, Dawn and Spike close behind. The slayer’s beautiful face was worn and tired. “I killed her, I can bury her.”
“Buffy,” Willow started to go up to meet Buffy on the steps. “You didn’t….she….”
“Did what she had to using me to do it. Talk about getting the last word in. God, she was such a bitch.”
Fred started to object and then fell silent as she recognized the sorrow and admiration in the slayer’s voice negating any bitterness of the words.
They left the house as one, substantially the same group that laid Cordelia to rest a year ago, but painfully absent those that loved her most.
***
Wesley stood at the front of the Hyperion hesitant to go in. But, if he learned nothing through all of this he learned that he needed his family. And that meant facing the vampire.
“Angel,” pausing at the doorway of the suite.
The vampire looked up from Connor’s crib. “He won’t believe it. I’ve told him, but he keeps asking for her. I can’t do this again.”
Wesley hurried in the room, standing close to the vampire. “Yes you can, we all can.”
Angel’s gaze darkened at the words.
“Angel, don’t do this to her. She loved all of us, she wanted us to remain a family.”
“A family,” Angel chuckled bitterly. “How do you have a family without its heart? I couldn’t figure it out before. I can’t do it now. You tell me how.”
“Cordy left it in all of us, we just have to remember, cherish and use it, like she would’ve wanted us to.”
Angel lifted his eyes back up to Wesley. “I don’t know.”
“Angel.”
“Leave us.”
Wesley turned wondering how he was going to handle the loss of Cordy and all of his family again.
“Oh, Wes,”
The former watcher swung around quickly.
“There’s nothing here, can you go get some food and more formula for Connor? Gunn, Fred and Lorne will be home soon and you all will need some and I haven’t…,” his words trailing off as he shrugged hopelessly.
“I’ll take care of it.” Wesley assured the vampire.
“Thanks.” Angel turned back to his son.
Wesley left the room, not happy, that was impossible right now, but a bit less sad.
Chapter 47
“Well, what do you have to say for yourself?” Skip scowled at the young woman.
“I tried.”
“You screwed up again. One little task as easy as a kiss and you screwed it up.”
“I saved the world….well with help.”
“I told you that you that you couldn’t use your self- sacrifice as an excuse. I told you that.” Skip waved his forefinger in Cordelia’s face. “Tsk, tsk, this time you knew the rules.”
“Crystal was pushed back before I had a chance to,” Cordelia said for the umpteenth time, pacing the small confines of the glass room.
“Damn’t just give Angel another seer. Transferring MY visions can’t be the only way. I refuse to believe that EVERY seer in history had a convenient replacement close and waiting. That’s just stupid and way too much relying on the whole ‘luck’ thing. ”
“It’s the preferred method.”
“Well, it didn’t happen, so the Powers just need to find a non-preferred method if they want Angel to have another seer.” Cordelia glared.
Skip shrugged. “They have decided on one.”
“Great.” Cordelia’s shoulders slumped. “Good, does this mean that I can go to heaven now that I’ve been scolded or do I go to hell for my screw up.”
“Neither, you’re going back.”
“WHAT?”
“The warrior needs a seer.”
“Then give him one, but I AM not going back only to die again, I’m not. I will not put myself or my family through that again. I won’t.” Cordelia glared crossing her arms.
“You don’t really have a choice.”
“Of course I do. Send me back and I won’t step a foot near Angel or Connor, I won’t. Screw the visions, they can die with me again.”
“Do you really think the Powers, not even going with the fate card here, would let you get away with that? “
“Fate card?”
“Sure, it may have been your actions and choices that lead Doyle to be able to give you the visions, and it maybe have been your choice to become part demon to keep them, but it was FATE, honey, that put you in Angel’s path at that first party.”
“A screwed up of fate, you said.”
“No, it’s just that the whole outcome of it the Powers couldn’t understand. They labeled it a mistake at first because they couldn’t get a grasp on the whole emotion factor. You know the kind of denying of what you can’t understand thing. The Powers are pretty infallible, but not completely, you know.”
“No, I don’t know.” Cordelia slumped. “I’m not going back that’s my choice, deal with it.”
“Yes, you are, no choice there and really could you ignore the visions?”
Cordelia closed her eyes. “Fine, but under one condition you place me right in front of Crystal and a speeding bus, nowhere near Angel or my family. I’ll kiss her and jump in front of it, okay. That should work. She could go then and be Angel’s seer. They never need to know.”
“Crystal’s no longer a viable replacement, she went back home after the Drakkus were destroyed.”
“She did?” Cordelia gave a soft smile. “I’m glad, she seemed so sad when she talked about her friends and her home dying.”
“She did, so that leaves us without another replacement.”
“Then why do you want me to go back, – Wait- You want me to act as Angel’s seer, knowing that I’m going to die as soon as a ‘viable’ one shows up. I’m not doing it.”
“Yes, you are.”
“No, I’m not. I won’t go back temporarily again, I won’t. It was too hard on everyone.”
“Everybody on earth is temporary, Cordelia, some just more temporary or more permanent than others.”
“I’ve done my temporary bit.”
“And you’re not done yet.”
“Skip, I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.”
Cordelia closed her eyes again. “For how long?”
Skip shrugged. “How would I know? That stuff isn’t written down somewhere, or usually it isn’t.”
“It was written down on the disc and you knew that it was coming.”
“That was a special circumstances. Unique.”
“World-ending prophecies aren’t unique they’re all over the place in every dusty scroll you pick up.”
Skip nodded. “I’ll give you that one, but this is different, individual death time tables aren’t usually calculated, too many unknown factors involved. So, don’t know.”
“What are you saying, exactly?”
“I’m saying exactly that you are being sent back and I don’t have a notion about when you’ll really die this time. Given your over eagerness of late for the martyr type behavior it could be sooner than later or maybe that speeding bus will pop up in your path, who knows.”
“I’m going back without knowing, what am I going to tell Angel? I can’t do this. And I don’t have a martyr complex, Geez.”
“Tell him that you’re back, you don’t know when you’re going to die it could be tomorrow or the next day or the next or years from now, you don’t know, just like everyone else. “
Cordelia stared. “I’m just going back?”
“Yep, without strings.”
“Why? There’s got to be a catch, there always are with you people.”
“No catch. Well, except that it’s expected that you will continue being Angel’s seer, fighting for the powers as long as you can. Which could be a long time considering you’re part Glisterian now.”
“Uh?”
“How old do you think Crystal was?”
“18, 19.”
“Not a bad guess in development years, horrible in real years. The Glisterians age differently than humans, takes a lot longer- you know for the toddler, pre- teen, teenage years, middle age, old age stuff than what you would consider normal. I don’t know her exact birth date but I’d guess she was about fifty human years. You, young lady, could very well stay a young lady for a while.”
“With Angel?”
“As his seer.” Skip clarified.
“Again, why? I screwed up.”
“True, but the warrior needs a seer and as of now you’re the only compatible one and besides the Powers were quite impressed how you put the mission and the visions before yourself when you chose to keep them and how you went through the ritual regardless of your feelings for Angel.”
“They’re impressed because I chose to save the world and not run away with Angel? That’s stupid. The world was going to end, not much of a choice of where to run to. And I kept the visions because..….”
“Shh,” Skip raised a large finger to his lips. “They’re still not real good with the ‘love’ thing. They think you sacrificed your humanity and then your life for the visions and the mission that your loyalty to Angel is spurred on by your sense of duty alone. Let them keep thinking that. Hey, it’s getting you a second real chance and hell, we both know that you’ll continue to fight for the Powers, let’s just hope that if a real choice is needed that you will do it, like we can only assume that the warrior will have the same consideration.”
“You’re serious? I can go back for good?”
“Do you want to?”
“No strings?”
Skip shook his head.
“How long as it been? Another year?”
“A month, this decision was quicker.”
“Fine, but I got two conditions.” Cordelia glared.
***
Cordelia sat on the side of the bed wondering how to do this without shocking the heebie jeebies out of the sleeping occupant. She wanted to do this right.
The body stirred waking up.
“Hi, Buffy.”
Chapter 48
Cordelia stood outside the Hyperion. She waved and gave a soft smile to the blonde. Cordelia watched the car drive off. She thought maybe she did it right.
Buffy was understandably shocked, but she hadn’t been angry. In fact she seemed really happy to see her. Cordelia was just glad that she accepted her apology about the earlier deception. Cordelia knew she had to do it that way but Buffy could’ve been bitter about setting her up.
It was all kind of amazing, Buffy had hugged her and then shooed her out of the house, dragging her to the car and rushing her to LA, practically throwing her out on the street in front of the Hyperion.
Cordelia grumbled pulling at her flowing annoyingly white garment. At least the other woman could’ve found her something else to wear other than the idiotic white gown.
Buffy had laughed at it, once her shock was gone. Jumping up and down on the bed calling Cordy a saint and pointing.
Cordelia narrowed her eyes; maybe she didn’t like the slayer. That was uncalled for, she would have to think about it, a smile came across her face again as Cordelia remembered between that laugher there were true tears, understanding and forgiveness.
Okay, maybe, just maybe she could be a friend with the slayer. Maybe.
***
Cordelia frowned at the darkness of the empty lobby. Everybody could be on a case. Or maybe just asleep it was late.
She decided to float just in case.
***
Cordelia paused again outside the suite. Her courage was leaving her. She couldn’t just pop in and say ‘Hi honey, I’m home’. Buffy had warned her that while Angel Investigations had been operating, Angel, himself had been more than just broody, he had been angry at Cordelia when he wasn’t a despondent recluse.
But, even so, the blonde thought it best that Cordelia go and see Angel immediately.
Sure, Buffy could say that, she was halfway back to Sunnydale by now. Liking Buffy was getting harder and harder, the woman left her stranded in the middle of LA in an ugly white dress to face an angry vampire.
Cordelia took a deep breath, remembering Buffy’s final words ‘He needs you, you came back for him, go’.
The young woman stood still, her feet still inches from the floor. The sight broke her heart. Angel, her beautiful vampire was scrunched uncomfortably in the chair next to Connor’s crib, his body half leaning over the plastic bars, his arm dangling in the interior trying to keep contact.
But the small boy wasn’t having any part of it, or he wasn’t when his large gorgeous eyes opened.
“Mama.” The boy squirmed from the hand keeping him down, moving to stand on wobbling legs.
“Shh, honey, I’m here, but let’s not wake daddy just yet, okay?” Cordelia floated closer.
Connor’s face lit up and soft giggles pursed from his lips as he watched his mother float closer.
“You like this, uh, I’ve gotten even better.” Cordelia gently lifted the young child from the crib. “Why don’t you ever sleep? Growing boys need their sleep.”
Connor happily tugged at her, sucking on her hair. “Hungry?” Cordelia looked around, picking up an empty juice bottle. “All out are you, sweetie?”
Cordelia glanced again at the sleeping vampire. “Has daddy been eating? He doesn’t look that good.”
Angel didn’t, even in sleep, his paleness seemed more pronounced, making his handsome face drawn and thin, and his hair didn’t have a lick of gel in it falling in limp thick tuffs around his forehead.
Cordelia could swear that he was wearing the same outfit that he was a month ago when she died only now it was loose, too loose.
“Come on, honey, let’s go get you something to eat and while we’re there we’ll get daddy a mug or a couple.” Cordelia repeated shooting a worried look back at the vampire.
***
Angel was dreaming again. She was here in the room. Her scent filling everything, coating him.
How was he ever supposed to move on, if there was no peace from her? Everywhere, this room, this hotel, the whole damn city reminded him every second of ever minute of what he lost, even Connor. The boy wouldn’t give up, every day, every moment he would ask for his mama. It was even worse than before.
Angel hated Cordelia at that moment. She knew what was going to happen but let Connor love her again. She let Angel love her, hold her, feel her heartbeat and breath warming his cold body, she told him that she loved him, then she left, not caring about those she left behind. Angel was trying very hard to blame her; otherwise the pain was too much.
Connor? His hand felt nothing, his eyes shot open. In an increasing panic, Angel realized that his son was not in his crib.
***
Angel ran then paused on the steps to the lobby, not caring as Fred, and then Gunn ran from their room.
“Angel, what is it?” Fred asked.
“Man, do we need weapons,” Gunn looked around trying to figure out how the best way to get to the weapon’s cabinet from there. They really should start keeping one on all the floors.
Wesley and Lorne came out of their respective rooms.
“What’s the Hubbub about?” Lorne questioned, tugging his silk bright robe closer.
“Angel? I heard a bang.” Wesley said softly, wondering what could have triggered the vampire’s renewal of destroying pieces of furniture. That had stopped in the last two weeks.
Angel ignored all his friends and continued down the stairs not at all sure what he sensed or what he felt about it’s meaning.
***
The group followed Angel down the staircase not sure what to do about the silent vampire. They stopped, when he stopped and stared when he did.
“ Ewwy, Honey, stop throwing the peas at Mommy, okay? “
Connor grabbed a handful of the little green vegetables and threw, giggling again.
“You, my little sweetheart, are doing this on purpose. I get you now. “
“Mama,” Connor shoved some peas in his mouth missing most of them.
“Just like your dad, pretending to drink my highly thought out deviations from his plain old blood. You don’t fool me, little man. Ah, I know you and your father. Tacitly appeasing me just so I won’t yell. It doesn’t work for him, and it doesn’t work for you.”
“Mama.”
“Get that cute little puppy dog look off your face, did Daddy actually teach you that or is it inherited like the broody brow.” Cordelia lovingly moved to brush the little bit of hair off the laughing baby.
Fred was the first to speak actually squeak. “Cordy?”
The brunette looked up. “Eek, caught, with peas on my face. Sorry, didn’t mean to wake everyone,” she glanced up at the gaping figures in front of her all in obvious night attire.
All but Angel and he wasn’t gaping either. The vampire looked like he was about to yell and not in happy way.
“Cordy?” Fred said again, stepping closer her voice raised in a hopeful pitch.
Angel grabbed at the woman holding her back. “Get Connor and go upstairs- to your room, do it,” He growled at the woman’s hesitation.
“Angel, it’s….”
“Do it.” Angel growled again.
Fred glanced nervously at the vampire, her boyfriend, then at Cordelia.
Cordy stood, unhooking Connor from his baby chair, gently taking him out of the confines.
“Mama?”
“Go, with Aunt Fred. I’m here, I won’t leave….”
“Shut up.” Angel growled.
“Goodnight, honey, I’ll see you in the morning.” Cordelia kissed the small boy on his head.
Wesley moved. “Cordelia?”
“Go back to bed,” Angel yelled.
Fred tugged at Gunn, looking back at Cordelia, mouthing a question.
Cordelia winked at the young woman as she mouthed her answer. A great smile overcame Fred as more questions threatened to burst from her lips. She looked back at Angel.
Fred tugged again at Gunn, “We’ll find out tomorrow.”
Gunn and Wesley looked at the young woman. “It’s okay, I told you it would be, sure a little late, but I was right.” Fred ran happily up the stairs Connor in her arms. “ Shh, Connor, you heard Mommy, she’ll be here in the morning and I’ve got it on good authority it’s for good.”
“Fred, what did you hear? Fred,” Gunn and Wesley called running behind the young woman.
“Angel,” Lorne started.
“Go.”
“All right, but this is a happy time, I know what I read.” Lorne sauntered up the staircase.
***
Cordelia turned from the vampire staring at her from way too far away. She pushed the buttons on the microwave and watched the numbers descend waiting.
Cordelia had to admire the vampire’s timing, he spoke right when the ringer rang. She opened the door getting out the blood.
“No, Angel I’m not dead. Here. You are and are going to get even more so if you don’t eat,” she shoved the mug towards the vampire, answering his growl at the same time.
“No.”
“To the blood or me?”
“Cordy, they just can’t keep throwing you back and taking you away again, they can’t.”
Cordelia leaned up against the counter, her hand still holding the mug of blood. “Will you please drink this, then I’ll explain.”
“I…”
“Angel, don’t you even want to hear it.”
Angel growled and drunk the mug in one swallow.
“Thank you, you start, otherwise I’ll just be interrupted by growls and such.”
“Cordy….”
“Angel.”
“How can you stand and ask that?”
“Ask what? Nevermind, I think I understand. First question, uh? Okay, first answer, hope.”
“Hope?”
“Yes, hope. Hope that you will forgive me for lying to you. Hope that in the last month you haven’t forgotten that you loved me. Just hope, Angel.”
Angel stepped even further back. “Why are you back?”
“Because, I screwed up again. I didn’t give the visions to Crystal. I meant to but with all the fighting, Spike got her away to safety before I could do it.”
“You knew.”
“If you’re asking when I knew that Crystal was to be my replacement, you already know the answer to that, I told you. But, if you’re asking when I knew the outcome- it was in the cave the second time, I had a vision. It told me what the ritual really meant.”
“You didn’t ….”
“I’ll take that beginning of a rambling angry statement as the next question. I didn’t tell you or anyone because all of you were so gung ho that everything would be all right. You wouldn’t listen. You would’ve tried to prevent it. That’s why I told you it would be better for you to go to the Drakkus with the disc, that’s why I told Buffy to promise me to protect Crystal, because I knew you wouldn’t -not if it came down to a choice, that’s why she got Spike once she learned that she would be a part of the ritual, she was trying to keep her promise to both of us.”
“You let me love you.”
Cordelia blinked, tears finally appearing. “I…” she took a deep breath and stared at the vampire. “I thought I was sorry for that but I’m not. Not even for the pain I caused you, I’m not sorry. I…I was going to die, I did. But, I knew when I did that you loved me, I felt you, without you I wouldn’t know what to expect. Buffy said that heaven was like when her mother held her when she was a child. The feeling of being safe, loved and protected. I didn’t have that until we were together, I held on to it, knowing that it would be okay, because, yes, selfishly at that point, I wanted to find some solace in the fact that I was going to die again.”
“Buffy? What does she have to do with this?”
“Nothing, everything. She gave you a home when you needed one, she gave me the knowledge that heaven wasn’t scary, she was the catalyst to the ritual, and she gave me her forgiveness for using her as that catalyst. She had no idea. I couldn’t imagine what she felt afterwards, so I made Skip take me there first. I wanted to explain to her, say I’m sorry again.”
“You went to Buffy first?”
Cordy shook her head. “I had to- a phone call wouldn’t do and I was hoping that once I came home that you wouldn’t want to leave anytime soon for a road trip. There’s that hope thing again rearing its hopeful head.”
“I can’t. I can’t let you lie to me and Connor, knowing that it’s only temporary, trying to hope for something that won’t happen. You here because, you said it, to be my seer until another ‘Crystal’s shows up, then you will be gone again. I can’t, I won’t do it again.”
“That’s what I told Skip. But this is what he told me, I quote…
“Tell him that you’re back, you don’t know when you’re going to die it could be tomorrow or the next day or the next or years from now, you don’t know, just like everyone else.” Cordelia shrugged.
“I’m back. I don’t know whether you can believe me, but I am back, second chance and all of it. Stupid reasoning on the Powers part, but it works for me. But if you can’t believe me, okay. But, know this I AM your seer for as long as I’m alive and Skip says with the Glisterain stuff in me that could be longer than both of us ever imagined. They’re long life type of demons.”
“I…” Angel fought the hope burgeoning in his chest. He couldn’t deal with Cordelia being stolen away again.
“If it helps- I had two conditions, the first being seeing Buffy, the other was I wasn’t coming back or at least I wasn’t going to be your seer if your soul wasn’t fixed.”
“Fixed?” Angel stared.
“Fixed, I get why Angelus didn’t pop up with Buffy or me this last time. But if I’m going to be with you for a potentially long time I’m not risking it again. I love you and I want to make love with you, but with Angelus hovering within, it would’ve been a long frustrating time so I made a condition.
Your soul’s secure. I couldn’t bind it to me or anything like that the Powers don’t even really get that I love you. But it’s secure; you can go do whatever, love whoever you want. I won’t leave I’m your seer and Connor’s mother, you will just have to deal with the bitter, jealous, ex- wife type from hell that gives you the visions if you bring anyone, even Buffy, though I think I like her now, maybe, I haven’t decided yet, she laughed at my gown, anyway, if you bring anyone here you’ll have to just deal, buster, I’m not leaving Connor.”
Angel stepped back further trying to think. “I can make love to you without fear of Angelus. You’re telling me that you love me, you aren’t destined to die on a certain date that I have to be afraid for, I can just love you freely with only the everyday worry of our lives, is that what you’re telling me?”
“Yes and Angel that every day stuff can be very scary. Give me that,” grabbing for the mug still clenched in the vampire’s hand. “You need more blood, you just got paler.”
Angel just stared.
“Drink.” Cordelia pushed the now filled mug back into the vampire’s hands. “Drink.” She said again.
Angel raised the mug to his lips, still trying to think. He dropped the mug on the floor. “You’re really here and I can love you?”
“Yes. If you want.”
“You’re not lying again?”
“Angel, I just told you that I would make love with you because Angelus is gone. I wouldn’t do that if I wasn’t telling the truth because I’m hoping that you love me enough to get some big old joy at the idea that I’m back for real this time, I wouldn’t say it just to get laid.”
“I can make love to you?” Angel was still trying to get a grasp on the concept. The anger had fled his brain, now it was just wonder.
“If you want.” Cordelia started to fidget. “You do, don’t you?”
Angel really stared at the young woman gowned in some angelic white dress. The clothes were not the norm, but the brows raised and the tightening of the beautiful lips were the same. Just as the smell was.
“You’re sure you’re not back for any apocalypse?”
“I don’t know of any but give it time one will come along.”
“You’re telling the truth.”
“Yes. Angel, do you still love me or not, I mean will you kiss me ever again or what? I need to know.”
“You do?”
Cordelia glared. “Yes, decide now, otherwise it’s the warrior/seer brother/sister relationship going into effect.”
“Brother/sister relationship what’s that? We never had that, god, I….you thought of me as your brother?….that’s just weird.”
“No, actually, it was more of a father/daughter thing, you know the whole age thing.”
Angel didn’t just step back he jumped. “That’s sick.”
“This from the vampire formally known as Angelus.” Cordelia laughed. “Angel, don’t be dumb; not now. This is when I want you to be smooth, you know.”
Angel studied the young woman, the choking gone. He moved closer. “Smooth, uh.”
“Screw it, just take me to bed.”
“What do I get out of it?”
“Me in your life and in your bed for what could be a really long time, Skip says Glisterian demons have a really, really long life span.”
“You really are back.”
“Yep. Now what?”
“Fred has Connor. So, I’ve the whole suite to be ‘smooth’ in.” Angel lunged grabbing a giggling Cordelia in his arms.
“I don’t think I like this dress.”
Cordelia lifted her head up from Angel’s shoulder. “I know, I don’t like it either, too white. It gives off too many weird connotations.”
“Naw, it isn’t the color but the coverage.” Angel kept moving his hand trying to find a way to the skin underneath.